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rosylix · 6 months ago

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rosy

더 깊이 빠져들겠지 더 조금씩 더 조금씩 넌...

you don't know how to give a hickey.. what are friends for if not to help each other with these things?

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

wc: 4.3k

content: nonidol au, fluff, not rly smut but suggestive (mdni pls), shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys (duh), reader is like slightly germophobic idk, a lot of teasing, no use of y/n

a/n: i am so delusional i need to bite this mans neck badly. and yes this is my username. yes it's the loona song. lol

[also read on ao3]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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God, you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“You don't know how to give a hickey?”

You shake your head and cover your face, hiding from Felix, who's sitting next to you on his bed.

“Wait, really? Like you've never even tried it on yourself?” he asks.

“No?! What, people actually do that?” Your hands lower slightly to reveal your eyes widening.

He breathes out a laugh and you hit his arm. “It's not funny!”

“It's kind of funny.”

“Shut up. I just— like— I never… whatever.” He poorly conceals a teasing smile. “Shut up or you're literally not getting any cinnamon rolls tomorrow. In fact, lemme ask Hannie if he wants your extras.” You pull out your phone.

Before you can do anything, Felix swiftly moves closer to you, his hand pushing yours down. “Whoa, whoa, hey.. that's a little drastic, yeah? Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you? ..And your cinnamon rolls?” He smiles sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you.

You grumble but drop the phone and shake his hand away, pursing your lips to fight a smile. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

…And then Felix ruins it.

“But you've kissed people before, right?”

You look at him incredulously. “Did I not say to shut up??” you shriek.

“Is that a no?” He giggles. He fucking giggles. You want to punch his pretty face.

“Lee Felix Yongbok I will smite you down right here where you stand if you don't—”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, it's kind of like the same thing, you know?”

“The same as what? Giving a h-hickey?” You can't help but stutter a little.

“Yeah like it's… I'll show you.”

Felix suddenly moves so he's in front of you and gently grabs your arm. He'll show you?! Literally what. What the hell. You let out a small squeak and instinctively lean away from him.

“Relax, I just meant here,” he touches your arm. “Is that okay?”

You stare at him.

“...Or I could show it on myself but I thought it might be better to feel it? Or I don't have to do it at all of course,” he says quickly.

Oh. It takes a second but the gears in your head start slowly turning enough to respond.

“Oh.” Well, okay, that wasn't as much of a response as you meant to give.

Felix laughs softly and pulls his hand away from your arm. “Sorry, it's too weird, right? No worries.”

But wait, you're actually curious. And isn't it better to figure it out before you inevitably make a fool out of yourself in front of someone else? It makes you a bit nervous but… you're comfortable with Felix. “No, wait, you can uh... show me…?”

His eyebrows raise for a second but then he smiles. “You sure?”

You nod. You still feel a little dazed and you're not really cognizant enough to actually do anything but watch him as he moves closer again. Your arm must feel like a dead weight but he lifts it up and lowers his head, placing a chaste kiss on your inner wrist. “This okay? Usually you um... start with kissing.”

“O-Oh, okay, yeah..” you murmur. What is this sudden weird atmosphere? Maybe you're the only one feeling it. Felix doesn't seem too phased, but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shit, can he feel your pulse right now? You really hope not.

He flashes a shy smile and places another kiss there, and another a little higher, and another, and it feels way too intimate and sends shivers up your spine. Slowly, he moves up your forearm, stopping right before your elbow.

“So… then.. you just wanna like... suck,” he says before doing just that, right below the crook of your elbow.

Oh. It feels weird. You must have made a noise or something because he looks up at you through dark lashes, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. You swallow. What the actual hell is happening right now?

After holding excruciating eye contact for what feels like an eternity, he lets his eyes close. Thank god, because it was making your chest feel tight and weird. You continue to stare as he continues kissing and sucking at your arm, face absolutely burning at the strange sensation.

You've literally lost the freaking plot. You just sit there, no semblance of time passing. After about twenty seconds? Twenty minutes? It literally could have been either — he finally pulls away, with a final kiss and light drag of his teeth against your skin.

You hold your breath as he sits up and gently maneuvers your arm so you could see the fruits of his labor. He clears his throat. “Um, so… it's starting to show up. See?” he says a little breathlessly.

You nod, unsure what to say when your best friend literally just sucked a hickey onto your arm. A very platonic hickey. Okay. This is fine. This is totally normal right? It must be or he wouldn't have offered. ..Right? You stare down at the bruise starting to blossom on your arm and finally chance a glance at Felix, but he also has his head down, staring at your arm.

Suddenly as if on cue, his head jerks up. When he sees you looking at him he grins. “Cool, right? How does it feel?”

“Weird…” you mumble. How can he be so nonchalant about this? You want to strangle him.

He nods. “It might be a little sensitive for a bit.” He runs his fingers lightly over the reddening area and you immediately see what he means. It feels tender and tingly under his touch. You shiver. “So.. you think you get how to do it now?” he asks.

“Um… yeah, I mean, maybe?”

“Do you wanna try?”

“Try? What, on… on your arm?!”

A slight blush creeps up his face and he shrugs. “Sure, or wherever… my arm, or my neck since that's where it's usually…”

You feel your face heat up as well. “I…”

“I just thought, if you wanna like, practice? But of course you don't have to.” He looks away and shrugs again, seeming a little embarrassed for suggesting it.

You open and close your mouth over and over again like a fish. Like a stupid dumb fish who somehow got itself reeled into this crazy situation. But honestly, the more you think about it, the offer to practice is tempting. When would you get another opportunity like this? Probably never. And… you trust Felix more than anyone else.

“...Is it really okay?” you ask hesitantly.

Felix looks up, blinking a few times before smiling. “Of course. I mean, it's only fair since I did it on you,” he laughs softly. He seems happy but also a little surprised that you actually appeared to be agreeing to his offer. Honestly, you're surprised too.

“Right, um…” you mumble. You shuffle a little closer to him. His hand slides down from your elbow to your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb. To reassure you, you think. It's a sweet gesture.

You lean in slightly towards his neck, deciding that if you do it here, you can hide your face from him and avoid any eye contact. “Um, can I...? Where should I…?”

You're so close to him. You can hear his breath catch a little before he points to the side of his neck with his free hand. “Around here,” he says, his voice somehow getting impossibly lower.

You swallow, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. As you lean in further you bite your lip, anxious. You need to break this tension somehow. You just can't do this right now. “Um.. um… do you wash your neck?” you blurt out.

Felix leans back a little. “Do I... do I wash my neck? That's what you're worried about?” he laughs.

“Some people probably don't!” you exclaim. Then you sigh. “Ugh, s-sorry, that's stupid, right? You literally licked my arm,” you let out a nervous laugh. “I just— I don't know. It feels icky. Germs.”

He hums. “You're not stupid.” A pause. “But, I can proudly say I do wash my neck.” He presses his lips together, clearly suppressing another laugh and you just know he's about to tease you. “Wow, how do you even kiss people if you're this worried about germs?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, leaning back into his neck a little to hide your face, your breath hot on his neck. He inhales sharply and seems surprised and, you think, a little panicked?

You instantly pull away. “Felix, are you sure?” You chew on your lip. Is this a bad idea after all?

“Yeah, I-I... yeah, of course,” he says, a little breathless, but you're not entirely convinced. You start to move away fully but he quickly grabs your arm again. “No.. no, wait. Please,” he whispers. You see him visibly try to relax, taking a deep breath in and out. “It's okay. I promise. I was just caught off guard.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, no, you're good, you're fine. It was me.” Felix clears his throat and rubs your arm reassuringly.

You take a deep breath. “Okay… so.. here?” You lean back in to where you were previously, breath hitting his neck.

He swallows, and you see it because his Adam's apple bobs up and down right in front of your face. What the fuck. “Yeah. Just go slow and… you can start with kissing if you want. Don't overthink it,” he mumbles, sounding more like he's reminding himself of something.

You nod and slowly, so slowly, you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his neck.

You expected him to remain still but a small breathy noise escapes him and he leans his head further back, exposing more of his neck in the process. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming under your lips. “Good... um.. yeah, just... kiss a little bit and then suck. You can use your tongue, too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can feel the vibrations against your lips when he speaks. What the fuck.

Your head feels fuzzy. You hesitantly place a kiss on his neck, and then another a little higher, and another, until you reach an area you're satisfied with. You almost want to pull away but remember Felix's words. Right. Just try not to overthink it…

He pulls a breath in through his teeth when you press an open-mouthed kiss and start sucking gently. At the same time, your tongue darts out almost automatically and touches his skin.

You feel him swallow thickly. “Y-You gotta… harder…” he murmurs. “Or it won't mark.”

You hesitate. “Won't it hurt?”

He blinks hard and shakes his head slightly. “Don't worry… I-I'll tell you if it hurts, okay? Just try. Do it like I did.”

You nod and take a deep breath before trying again, this time in earnest, sucking harder and pulling his skin between your lips and even past your teeth.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his grip on your arm tightening, “Like... like that. And you can.. use your teeth a little too.” His voice is getting thick, low, and raspy and, god, you feel a little dizzy.

But you want to please him, so you bite down softly and let your teeth run over the area. A quiet, high-pitched whine escapes his lips, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, body jerking back slightly. He suddenly seems to realize the noise he made and looks at you, wide-eyed.

You pull back again, a little breathless. “D-Did it hurt?” You really didn't think you bit that hard, but you can't hide the worry in your voice.

His hand drops from his mouth, face flushed and breathing labored. His eyes look a little dialed out. “No... no, it didn't.. hurt.” It seems like it takes all his strength just to say that. “Sorry, I just...” he takes a few more seconds to gather himself, “Um, kinda sensitive…”

…Sensitive? Oh. Oh. It was good. He liked it. You almost sigh in relief. But then… wait. He's sensitive there. He… Your brain isn't working. You find yourself leaning back in to his neck without thinking.

Felix doesn’t protest, just sits back, exposing more of his neck to you. You feel his body shudder when you lightly drag your teeth over the area before attaching your mouth more firmly and sucking at his skin.

He can’t stop the whimper from leaving his throat. “That feels really good.. you’re doing good,” he pants.

Your heart swells from the praise and you double down on your efforts. You hear him try to suppress another whimper but it’s more strained this time. It happens again and again, little noises and whines that you're not sure if he's even aware he's making. Every noise pulls and tugs at something in your stomach.

It feels intimate, so insanely intimate and you think you might combust on the spot if you go any longer. It's a bit nerve-wracking to pull away and face Felix but you force yourself to, licking your lips as you retreat.

Your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you. A pretty, deep pink bruise begins to blossom on his neck and your heart skips a beat at the realization that you did that to him.

Felix hasn't said anything. Is he upset? You chance a glance at his face and—

Oh. His eyes are closed and a faint sheen of sweat coats his flushed face, which is pulled taught in a mixture of bliss and something like pain. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in quick gasps. You stare at him, the only thought in your mind being: God, he's gorgeous like this.

He blinks rapidly and seems to finally come to. When he finally refocuses his gaze on you, he lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a weak laugh.

“...Good?” he asks.

Good? Good? Your head is spinning. It's not good. Nothing is good. Life is meaningless and everything you know exists on a floating rock spinning in the void and you think you're gonna pass out and never wake up. It's not good. It's fucking crazy. But you just mumble, “It's… showing up, I think…”

He raises an eyebrow. “That right? Let me see then.”

Felix grabs his phone and pulls up the camera, angling it so he has a clear view of his neck. He lets out a soft whistle, bringing his hand up to feel where the hickey is. You watch dumbly as he presses his fingers on it and lets out a shaky sigh. Then he looks at you and grins before throwing you a thumbs-up. “You did great. It's already pretty dark.”

You actually want to kill him. Your brain is melting and he's acting like this is the most normal afternoon of his life. Maybe it is. Does Felix do this type of thing often? The thought makes you shiver.

You throw your hands over your face. “I-I didn't mean for it to be that—like—ugh…”

His smile softens. “Hey, hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's…” he searches your face for a second and suddenly reaches over to gently pull your hands away. “It's not that bad. You did really good. Besides, it’s my neck, yeah?” His tone shifts to more of a teasing one, like he’s amused you’re overreacting a little. It just serves to frustrate you more.

You sigh. “Um… I really—it's really okay..?”

He nods. “Yeah, of course it is. It’s just a little mark, nothing serious.” He looks at you thoughtfully for a bit and you feel yourself getting flushed under his gaze. “You know.. you can try it again. If you want. Just to practice. Or for science, or whatever.” He laughs.

What. You’re stunned into silence. Science? You stare at him incredulously and he just grins back before leaning even further forward. This can't be your Felix. This is actually crazy.

Felix smiles at your dumbfounded expression. “…Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face and pokes at your cheek softly. “Do it again. Try a different spot. Make it darker.”

He's obviously teasing you. So you're flabbergasted when what comes out of your mouth is, “W-Where..?” Where? Literally what are you saying. Like, where is the nearest exit? Where has your own sanity gone? That's what you should be asking.

He shrugs. “Anywhere. The other side?” He points to the unmarked side of his neck. Then he pushes his shirt down slightly, revealing a sliver of his shoulder and collarbone before looking back at you, eyes expectant with a bit of an impish gleam. “Maybe.. here?” he mumbles.

Your head spins. Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna pass out. It's so over. Life and death and the universe… fucking craziness. You're falling. You're dying. Everything is melting. Nothing's real.

Oh wait, you're actually falling, your head plopping down on his shoulder as you let out an embarrassed groan.

You hear him laughing softly. “Someone's eager—”

You’re a bit confused but then your eyes focus on the place your head is now laying and—Oh god, you’re right where his shoulder and neck meet. Right where he just told you to suck a hickey. Great.

You instantly lift your head up, face burning. “No, I didn't—I wasn't trying to—”

He brushes the hair out of your face. “Hey, it's okay, I'm not forcing you or anything. Are you overwhelmed?”

“Um, yeah, but— y-yeah. Sorry.” God. How pathetic do you look right now?

“Don't apologize. I was just teasing. It makes sense to be overwhelmed. It's a new experience.” He sits back and laughs but there’s a bit of a nervous waver to it. “You're fine, seriously. Maybe we got a little carried away, huh?”

“Uhh— yeah….”

He gives you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry for being pushy. Let's just... just forget about the whole thing, yeah? Let's play some video games or something.” He clears his throat.

He's moving on but your head is still spinning. This really is the most normal afternoon for him, you think. Because how is he so chill? Your body is still buzzing with nervous energy and you can't just switch off and forget about it, can you?

You can't. “Uh— Uh, wait—...”

“...Yeah?”

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder. “Um… is it bad if I… kinda…”

You trail off and he doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t dare move, waiting for something, anything. When he finally does say something his voice sounds strained. “Kinda what?” he asks quietly.

“Um.” Fuck. “Nevermind.” You go to draw back but Felix quickly places a hand at the back of your head, preventing any movement.

You hear him exhale quietly. “I don't mind, you know,” he whispers. “You can do it. If you... if you want to.” He slowly starts running his fingers through your hair. “If you wanna practice. The more you practice, the more comfortable you'll be with it, right?”

You hum against his shoulder, the justification mulling around in your head. Of course. Of course that's why you want to. For practice. For science.

He continues. “Yeah, do it. Uh, j-just, I mean— if you want. A-As practice. Try to… see how dark you can make it… or… ” For all the talk he was making before, he stutters now, and you can't help but find it a little endearing. Maybe he's actually a little nervous as well.

Fuck it. Who cares. You've lost the plot. You press your mouth against his skin, giving a few open-mouthed kisses before gently sucking at it.

You hear his breathing stutter and he shifts slightly. “Yeah, j-just…” he lets out a shaky sigh and presses his hand a bit more firmly on the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The angle is still a bit awkward to reach, so without much thinking, you crawl slightly onto his lap.

“Oh,” he mumbles, his body goes tense for a second before relaxing again. He's completely still, like if he moves you’ll pull away, but eventually his fingers start running through your hair again. It isn't a particularly suggestive position, you're sitting back more towards his knees, but suddenly everything feels charged with tension.

You hear a low, almost imperceptible groan as you continue sucking lightly from the new angle. “You're doing really well,” he mutters encouragingly. “Just a little more… harder. And like, bite a little, remember?”

Right. You comply and bite down a little. Felix lets out a small whine, hand tightening in your hair. “Good… uh, just like that..” he mumbles. “You can try moving a little more, if you want—”

You don't need to hear more, instantly moving your mouth higher up his neck without much thought. His fingers slide down until his hands are completely resting between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. Shivers run down your spine where he touches and you attach your lips to the side of his Adam's apple.

“A-Ah…” a shaky moan escapes him, taking both of you by surprise. His hands suddenly jump down to grip your waist tightly. Oh. He seems much more sensitive here. You swear you're dizzy. Maybe you're dying. You think you’re fine with that honestly.

You want to bite him. You let your teeth sink into the skin a little. He lets out a shaky half-laugh, half-groan, tilting his head back and pulling you towards him. “Y-You learn quickly.” A deep pink flush runs high on his cheeks, and his breaths are unsteady. You’ve never seen him like this, so undone, and it's making you feel powerful. You want more.

You decide to give in to that and bite down harder, feeling his body jerk. He moans, breathy, and whispers, “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that feels so good.” One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingers gently grasping the base of your hair. His thumb brushes up against your earlobe and for some reason it sets tingles off all down your spine.

…Does it really feel that good? You can't help but wonder. It mostly just felt weird on your arm but you suppose that's different. Different from your. Neck. Oh fuck, now you're thinking about it. His mouth on your neck. His mouth on your neck. You're floating. You're crashing. Everything is cool. Everything is burning.

Your brain is practically short-circuiting and you start sucking on the same spot before pulling back just enough to bite down and suck at it again, this time a little harder.

His breath stutters and you feel his head tilt to give you more access. There's another small gasp that comes out as a strained “Fuuuck…” when you continue. You think you're actually delirious at this point.

Then, “W-wait..” he says urgently, his chest heaving. His hand that was on your neck slides down to grab your shoulder now.

“That's… good. We should.. stop. I…” he pants heavily.

You pull away instantly. “O-Okay. Yeah. Sorry.” You feel restless, fidgety, more than just from nerves.

“No, you're fine, god. It's me. I'm getting too…” he shakes his head. “You did really good, I…” He presses his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep, slow breaths.

When he drops his hands he seems mostly back to normal. “Um.” He laughs a little. “We, uh… how's it look?”

You stare at his neck and shoulder. Oh, fuck. In truth, it looks fucking insane. Like he got mauled or something. Oh my god. That was you. What came over you?

He raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Guess I gotta see for myself,” he says and places his hands on your waist to lift you up and off of his lap. As if you weigh literally nothing. What the fuck.

With your head still reeling at how he lifted you like you're nothing, you don't really notice him reaching for his phone to see himself until you hear him suck in a breath.

“Wow… I'm gonna get so many comments tomorrow.”

“What?!” you shriek. Oh god. Of course it'll take a few days to fade. You hadn't even thought about that. The light mark on your arm is easy to brush off as nothing but the rosy hues on his neck are unmistakable.

He laughs. “I'm just kidding. I'll have to.. cover it with makeup I guess. Don't worry.”

“You better…” you mumble, embarrassed.

He hums. “Hmm… Well it isn't really fair... What should I do…” He leans in, studying your flushed face. “Wanna match?” he says with a cheeky grin.

“What?? Felix!”

“I'm joking! Jeez…” He pokes your cheek. “Unless all this blushing isn't just from embarrassment and you're actually into this?”

Your face is positively burning. “Shut up. You're annoying as hell,” you grumble.

He gasps dramatically. “After I gave up my sanctity for you to practice on me? This is how you treat me?”

You can't help but giggle at his dramatics but you quickly steel your expression and glare at him equally as dramatically.

You're really grateful everything seems to be normal on his end. You're trying your best to act the same, but in truth, you feel like a fucking mess. His joking comment about you being into this… No, definitely not. There's no way. It's probably just because it's your first time doing this with anyone, so of course it's going to feel crazy and weird and confusing. Right? Yeah. But still. Even long after the two of you move on, playing video games and hanging out like normal, you can't shake the feeling that something's weird. Something shifted. You don't know what the fuck it is though. You just try not to think about it.

How are you actually supposed to go back to normal after this?

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a/n: so on a scale of 1 to 10 how painfully obvious is it that i've never given a hickey in my life.

no but um haha any feedback good or bad would be super appreciated!! pls leave a like or reblog if u enjoyed it makes me so happy. tysm for reading <3

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mahteeez · 14 days ago

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐘𝐌

(Changbin x Leitora)

⢷⠀Gênero: Smut.

⢷⠀Avisos: MDNI, narrativa em primeira pessoa, menção a boquete, sexo na academia, dirty talk, menção a esguicho, leitora é chamada de gatinha, princesa, linda e semelhantes. Aproximadamente 1500 palavras.

⢷⠀Notas: Changbin maromba é minha religião! Eu queria poder lamber o suor desse homem depois de cada sessão dele yummy yummy. Enfim, boa leitura!

Sinto uma das mãos firmes segurando meus cabelos, enquanto os prende em um rabo de cavalo. Minha boca trabalha ao redor do rijo membro de Changbin, engasgando com as estocadas fundas que batem em minha garganta. No entanto, essa é uma das sensações mais prazerosas para mim.

— Nunca vou me cansar de foder essa boquinha. —Seo diz, impulsionando o quadril para frente mais uma vez. — Isso, minha gatinha... assim mesmo. — Ele conclui de forma arrastada, jogando a cabeça para trás.

Era para ser apenas uma visita durante o treino do meu namorado na academia, mas agora estou de joelhos diante dele, sentindo o gosto do pré-gozo espalhando-se em minha boca enquanto observo as gotículas de suor brilhando sobre sua pele aparente do abdômen que surge por baixo da camiseta.

Antes que Changbin atinja o clímax sob minha língua, ele afasta seu membro de mim após dar batidinhas com seu falo em minha bochecha, lambuzando-a com minha própria saliva que o cobria. Seo ordena que eu volte a me deitar sobre a Mesa Flexora, onde anteriormente ele me chupara. Sua boca, língua e dedos fizeram um trabalho impecável e devastador em mim, e anseio pelo que ainda está por vir.

— Percebe o quão indecente é essa merda que estamos fazendo? Aqui não é lugar para isso, e você ainda assim insiste. Mas não estou surpreso, conhecendo a vadia desnaturada que você é, sei que pediria para eu te foder até em público. — Ele puxa meu cabelo enquanto grunhe rente ao meu rosto.

Changbin não estava errado, era de fato um lugar inapropriado para o que estávamos fazendo, mas seria um desperdício não aproveitar a academia completamente deserta – como de costume, dado que pertence à própria empresa. Mas hoje, um imprevisto afastou seu Personal Trainer, tornando a ocasião ainda mais propícia. Transar com Changbin neste local é um fetiche que tenho há muito tempo, e essa era a chance perfeita para concretizá-lo de vez.

Esse desejo sempre esteve presente durante todas as outras vezes em que acompanhei Changbin em seus treinos, mesmo tentando afastá-lo de minha mente, o que era quase impossível. A forma como a camisa de compressão se ajustava perfeitamente em seu corpo, especialmente na parte de seus braços fartos, como seus músculos se definiam durante os exercícios, como ele ficava ofegante e suado após as sessões, e até mesmo o jeito como se exibia em frente ao espelho eram suficientes para criar as mais perversas imagens de si e do que eu gostaria que ele fizesse comigo.

— Está colocando a culpa em mim, mas você nem sequer hesitou quando te fiz a proposta. Não negue, Binnie, você está tão afim disso quanto eu. — O provoco, com um sorriso carregado de malícia sobre meus lábios. Eu estava sustentando meu corpo sobre os cotovelos, mantendo minhas pernas abertas em frente a Changbin, que por si só não conseguia desviar o olhar de minha intimidade exposta.

Abusando um pouco mais da sorte, levo uma de minhas mãos até o meio de minhas pernas e começo a me tocar descaradamente. Meus dedos escorregam entre a minha lubrificação e se perdem entre a carne dos meus lábios. Fecho os olhos, aproveitando o próprio prazer que estou me proporcionando e deixo murmúrios escaparem da minha boca. Quando abro os olhos outra vez, volto a fitar o homem em pé à minha frente, que estimula o membro sem desgrudar as orbes desejosas de qualquer movimento meu. Quando murmuro seu nome, ele não pensa duas vezes em voltar até mim e posicionar seu corpo malhado sobre o meu.

— Eu vou te foder com tanta força... Terá sorte se eu não te rasgar ao meio. — Meu corpo inteiro arrepia.

— Vamos, Changbin, me deixe destru��da, acabada... — Digo manhosa, quase colando nossas bocas, em busca de qualquer contato do membro ereto contra minha buceta. — Do jeito que só você consegue me deixar. — Finalizo. Changbin começa a selar meus lábios enquanto brinca com minha sanidade, batendo o próprio pau em minha intimidade e acertando meu clitóris já sensível. Seu sorriso se torna maior ao me ouvir gemer de forma sôfrega.

Changbin começa a me penetrar e eu ascendo ao céu no mesmo instante, seu corpo colado ao meu num instinto de se pôr por inteiro em mim. Minha intimidade começa a pulsar, uma certa dor prazerosa toma conta da minha região e meu semblante não esconde o mínimo desconforto.

— Independente de quantas vezes eu te foda, você continua tão apertada... — Changbin fala entre-dentes. — Quando terminarmos aqui, eu vou te deixar toda abertinha... Isso é uma promessa. — Céus, tudo relacionado a Seo Changbin me afetava de uma maneira absurda, e ele prestes a realizar minha maior fantasia dentro dessa academia é o ápice de tudo isso.

Ele força seu quadril num sentido contrário e logo após impulsiona para a frente novamente. De início, ele mantém um ritmo lento até minhas paredes se acostumarem, mas logo toda essa paciência evapora e sou pega de surpresa com Changbin puxando minhas pernas para cima e as apoiando em seu ombro. Ele beija meus calcanhares e aperta com força cada um dos meus seios livres com suas mãos calejadas. Continuo a me equilibrar sobre a Mesa Flexora, mordendo meus lábios tento conter qualquer som mais alto que possa escapar.

Trato eu mesma de retirar a camiseta que ele ainda usava, liberando a imagem de seu corpo perfeito. Eu queria cair de boca em cada pedaço daquela pele suada e convidativa. Passo minhas unhas sobre os gominhos de seu abdômen e o observo suspirar pesado enquanto mantém seu ritmo.

— Consegue ficar de quatro 'pra mim? Quero comer sua bucetinha enquanto deixo minha mão bem marcada nessa bunda. — Sem demora, atendo seu pedido, o fitando agora por cima do ombro.

— Assim? — Pergunto travessa à medida que me esfrego novamente nele.

— Isso, princesa, assim mesmo... — Ele volta a se colocar em mim, mas meu interior escorregadio impede que eu sinta a mesma dor anterior. — Gostosa 'pra caralho! — Ele diz alto e eufórico quando se põe por completo em mim e logo acerta um tapa estalado em uma de minhas nádegas.

— Binnie... não seja cruel... me fode logo, uh. — Peço a ele, enquanto ele propositalmente e insuportavelmente me acerta de forma lenta.

— Como você quiser, minha gatinha. — Mais um tapa forte é depositado em minha pele, reclamo em meio a gemidos que com certeza estão tirando sorrisinhos satisfeitos de Changbin.

Ele faz o que eu peço e por alguns momentos me questiono se sou capaz de conseguir andar depois daqui. Changbin agarra meus quadris com força quando não está com as mãos ocupadas puxando meu cabelo ou estapeando com vontade minha bunda já avermelhada e com o relevo marcado de sua mão. Seu pau segue num vai e vem hipnotizante e resistente, seus baixos xingamentos e arfares se misturam com os sons sujos de nossos corpos colidindo e de meus gemidos agora descompensados. Eu já estou ficando cansada e creio que ele percebe isso, pois meu corpo trêmulo me entrega.

Seo agora se debruça sobre minhas costas e passa seu braço direito por cima de meu ombro, fazendo sua mão entrar em contato com meu pescoço, onde ele aperta em seguida usando força medida.

— Gosta assim, não é? Gosta que eu aperte seu pescoço até ficar tontinha? — Ele aperta ainda mais, tornando quase inaudível minha fala. Seu pau não cessa o castigo severo em minha intimidade.

Meu corpo já não aguenta mais, Changbin está acabando comigo exatamente como havia prometido. Sinto meus olhos marejarem e pequenas lágrimas escorrerem de minha bochecha, pingando sobre a mão de Changbin, que ri perverso ao pé do meu ouvido.

— Eu poderia gozar agora mesmo só de te ver chorar enquanto toma pau. — Ele zomba de mim, e isso me deixa ainda mais rendida.

Com uma força que nem eu mesma sei de onde tirei, com os olhos apertados e praticamente gritando o nome de Changbin, sinto meu corpo arrepiar e esquentar como um vulcão, logo revirando os olhos e apreciando a doce sensação libertadora de um orgasmo. O interior úmido e escorregadio das minhas coxas revela o quão forte eu esguichei. Ainda com os pensamentos embaralhados, ouço Changbin espraguejar baixinho e logo sinto o líquido quente do mesmo sendo jorrado em minha bunda, escorrendo por cima de minha intimidade latejante, misturando nossos fluídos.

Ele me vira de volta para si enquanto aprecia cada marca do estrago que causou em mim. Seu sorriso surge envergonhado, como se não fosse o mesmo que havia acabado de me detonar.

— Cumpri as expectativas da sua fantasia maluca? — Ele pergunta brincalhão enquanto acaricia meu rosto docemente.

— E como! — Respondo sem fôlego, o deixando ainda mais envergonhado.

— Espero que meu Personal tenha mais imprevistos pela frente, porque agora arranjei um novo vício. — Ele pisca em minha direção, alcançando suas próprias roupas no chão e logo o acompanho.

— Concordo, ainda temos outros aparelhos aqui para testarmos... — Ele ri ao concordar. Talvez Changbin tenha um novo exercício predileto.

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Essa fic na verdade já tem um pouco mais de um ano e não foi corrigida novamente, então caso tenham visto algum erro ou algo assim, apenas ignorem hehe

E se gostou, dá uma forcinha aí! Uma curtida, um reblog ou um comentário são mais do que suficientes para eu saber que você se agradou com meu conteúdo :)

Até a próxima amorecos, bjsss <3

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DESEJO PROIBIDO?

Bangchan x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, Smut

W.C: 3K 🥵

Avisos: fingering (f), oral (f & m), sexo desprotegido (não siga o exemplo!!!), Channie soft dom, penetração, linguagem imprópria, a pp engoliu umas coisas ai... E não sei mais, mas é isso ai

ᏪNotas: Mais um da saga "fui escrevendo e deu no que deu", mas era impossível com esse enredo não ter um smutzinho!!! KKKKKKK Eu tentei, espero que gostem! 🫣

- E fica aí a pergunta, pegar o ex da amiga é mal caráter? (E se fosse o bangchan?)

Quanto querer transar com o ex da sua amiga lhe transformava em uma pessoa horrível? Nos últimos dias, essa pergunta atormentava sua mente mais do que deveria. Você abaixou a tela do notebook, disfarçando um olhar furtivo para Christopher na cadeira à sua frente. Mordeu o lábio inferior, nervosa, voltando rapidamente ao seu trabalho quando o moreno ousou encará-la. Estava completamente perdida, ainda não acostumada com a presença dele em sua casa, culpa do projeto que precisavam finalizar juntos para a empresa.

Lembrava-se do desespero quando Christopher sugeriu que fossem trabalhar na casa dele, um desespero absurdo para alguém que já havia frequentado o ambiente amigavelmente. Precisou insistir que preferia fazer o trabalho em sua própria residência, escondendo o verdadeiro motivo: sentia-se mais segura debaixo de seu próprio teto, onde seus pensamentos impuros poderiam ser controlados.

— Precisamos rever isso — Murmurou Christopher, fazendo você saltar da cadeira.

— O-o que? — Perguntou, tentando esconder a voz trêmula após pigarrear.

— Esses rascunhos — Explicou, levantando algumas folhas do projeto que estavam encarregados. Em seguida, levantou-se e caminhou em sua direção.

Por algum motivo, seu corpo reagiu antes do cérebro, e você deslizou para o lado, caindo da cadeira e espatifando-se no chão na tentativa de se distanciar do moreno que se aproximava.

Você havia conhecido Christopher no prédio do trabalho, ambos arquitetos ambiciosos que logo se deram bem. Na época, você namorava um completo babaca, que parecia ser o suficiente para você. Decidiu então apresentar o formoso rapaz à sua grande amiga, Hannah, que estava desiludida com o amor. Vocês começaram a sair em casal, sempre bem sincronizados, algo que deu certo durante um tempo. Todavia, quando seu relacionamento terminou, acabou por se tornar o "chaveirinho" do casal por um tempo.

Mas então, Hannah também terminou com "Chris" para viajar e seguir seu sonho na faculdade de moda, longe de Seoul e de qualquer amarra do passado. O moreno não pôde segui-la — e parte de você nem sabia se ele desejava isso. A verdade era que Hannah e Christopher formavam um belo casal, porém eram tão diferentes. Ela era sofisticada e requintada, amante de restaurantes premiados e das últimas tendências de moda. Christopher, por outro lado, adorava jogos de videogames, piqueniques simples no parque e sujar as mãos com grafite enquanto desenhava. Ele se assemelhava muito mais a você, mesmo que você nunca tenha o enxergado em sua vida de forma romanticamente falando, apenas como um bom amigo. Após o término com Hannah, você se afastou do rapaz, apoiando a amiga, mas não por muito tempo, já que vocês trabalhavam juntos tornando quase impossível evitá-lo. E Hannah, por sua vez, havia embarcado para longe.

Meses depois, você começou a olhar Christopher de forma diferente: seu sorriso contagiante, os olhos castanhos gentis, as mãos grandes que poderiam passear tão bem pelo seu corpo, a voz rouca, excitante ao pé do seu ouvido, gemendo seu nome. Como seria ele na cama? Um amante silencioso, não, tinha cara de ser barulhento.

— Meu Deus! — Exclamou Christopher, trazendo você de volta à realidade. Ele envolveu sua cintura com gentileza, ajudando-a a se levantar — O que foi isso?

Você não conseguia olhar nos olhos dele, envergonhada demais.

— Eu senti algo no meu pé — Mentiu, afastando-se rapidamente e apoiando-se na mesa, fingindo olhar embaixo dela para sustentar sua fala — Achei que fosse uma barata e me assustei.

— Você tem que parar de mentir para mim — Christopher parecia ter retirado uma pedra das cordas vocais, dando mais um passo em sua direção — Há quanto tempo somos amigos? Ultimamente você está distraída, mentindo. Pode falar, fiz algo errado?

— O quê? Não, não — Tratou de corrigir o engano, balançando as mãos em frente ao peito — Chris, você não fez nada de errado.

— Mas eu sinto que devo ter feito — O rosto de Christopher demonstrava uma preocupação que partiu seu coração — Sinto muito se te magoei de alguma forma, ou desrespeitei... Foi isso, né? No trabalho? Roubei alguma ideia sua?

— Channie — Chamou pelo apelido carinhoso que recentemente pouco usava, você repousou as mãos nos ombros do rapaz, tentando conter a ansiedade crescente.

Já o havia visto nervoso assim antes, sabia que ele odiava magoar as pessoas e o quanto aquilo podia mexer com sua cabeça até que pudesse verdadeiramente se desculpar. Como poderia um homem assim ter lhe magoado? Era impossível. A única mágoa que possuía era deseja-lo tanto.

— Você não fez absolutamente nada, pelo contrário — Interrompeu a frase, aprisionada pelo olhar intenso dele — Você tem sido incrível comigo, adoro trabalhar com você, você é genial.

— Eu também adoro trabalhar com você, nossas ideias se complementam — Retribuiu a gentileza com um sorriso estonteante.

Suas mãos permaneceram nos ombros de Christopher enquanto o canto de seus labios se ergueram em uma feição de alegria semelhante. O mundo pareceu parar por alguns segundos, e quando suas mãos deslizaram para longe do corpo dele, foi como se uma onda elétrica percorresse seu corpo.

Você sentiu que a mesma sensação caminhou por Christopher quando ele deu mais um passo em sua direção, acabando com a distância respeitável e fazendo-a colar na mesa atrás de você. Uma das mãos dele ergueu-se lentamente, deslizando por sua bochecha; você podia sentir o hálito mentolado quando seus rostos estavam próximos, próximos demais. Precisou de uma força sobre-humana para desviar, abaixando a cabeça e impedindo que o beijo acontecesse.

— Christopher... — Murmurou, retirando a mão do moreno de seu rosto — Nós não podemos fazer isso.

— Por que não? — Ele questionou, entendendo a resposta sem precisar de palavras — Sei que Hannah é sua amiga, mas todos nós somos adultos, todos estamos solteiros, e ela está bem longe daqui.

— Isso parece... Sei lá — Você ponderou, coçando a nuca apreensiva — Mal caráter. Não quero ser uma amiga ruim.

— E por que ser feliz te faria uma amiga ruim? — Ele insistiu — Não é mal caráter ter interesse em alguém. Não é como se estivéssemos fazendo isso naquela época, éramos apenas amigos.

— E agora, Christopher? — Você murmurou, finalmente ousando encará-lo.

— Agora, nos últimos dias, perco a cabeça cada vez que te vejo, para ser sincero.

Você sorriu com a confissão e umedeceu os lábios. Seu coração estava quase saindo pela boca, e apesar do turbilhão de pensamentos que rondavam sua mente, seu corpo não aguentava mais estar tão próximo de Christopher sem beijá-lo até perder o ar.

— Que se foda — Anunciou antes de beija-lo.

Sua mão vagou até a nuca do moreno, puxando-o para um beijo ansiado, seus corpos se conectando como peças de um quebra-cabeça. Você explorou o corpo dele como em seus sonhos, a mão por baixo da camiseta, o beijo sincronizado e acelerado, acalmando-se com o passar dos minutos, tornando-se delicioso. Christopher mordiscou seu lábio inferior, segurando sua cintura e acariciando seu corpo, subindo e descendo com as mãos ansiosas. Ele apertou sua bunda, erguendo-a e incentivando-a a sentar sobre a mesa — em alguma hora — de trabalho. Você ajudou a remover as papeladas que estavam revisando mais cedo de seu caminho e enroscou as pernas na cintura do moreno. Sentiu o membro de Chris com aquele simples toque.

— Tem certeza de que quer isso? — Ele perguntou, olhando-a nos olhos.

— Você não tem noção do quanto — Murmurou em seu ouvido, perdendo a timidez devido ao desejo intenso.

Você beijou o pescoço do rapaz, marcando pequenos chupões perto da gola da camisa, e não pôde se conter quando um arfar rouco escapou dos lábios dele. Suas mãos prontamente retiraram a camisa casual que ele usava, jogando-a para algum lugar do apartamento. Você deslizou pelo abdômen definido, apreciando a visão, e brincou com o cós da calça de moletom, ameaçando adentrar com a mão ali, mas apenas acariciando o pênis por cima do tecido, sentindo-o endurecer.

— Você gosta de brincar, né — Christopher murmurou em seu ouvido, apertando suas coxas. Suas mãos incentivaram-na a deitar-se sobre a mesa, puxando sua legging para longe do corpo.

Você se deleitou enquanto Christopher se inclinava para frente, subindo a camiseta que você usava para trilhar um caminho de beijos da sua barriga até a costura da calcinha, apertando seus seios no processo, deslizando as mãos para o final daquele caminho. Ele brincou por sua virilha, adentrando com um dedo dentro do tecido fino da sua roupa íntima. O moreno escorregou por sua vagina e buscou seu clitóris como se quisesse conhecê-lo, rodeando-o uma vez antes de retirar-se rapidamente, para sua infelicidade.

— Tá tão molhadinha já.

— Isso não é justo — Murmurou manhosa, prendendo-o entre suas pernas e movendo os quadris — Tira sua calça pra mim pelo menos então — Pediu, mordendo um dedo ao soltá-lo, apreciando os movimentos lentos de Christopher, que a encarava enquanto retirava a calça, embora suas mãos estivessem mais afobadas do que suas ações.

Christopher envolveu sua cintura com firmeza, e você se ergueu, buscando aqueles lábios carnudos com uma fome renovada. Suas mãos puxaram as madeixas curtas com urgência, em um desejo incontrolável, antes de guiar uma das mãos dele para suas genitálias novamente. Ele entendeu o movimento devagar que você iniciou, acariciando-a suavemente. Um murmúrio de prazer escapou de seus lábios ao finalmente ser tocada por ele, e tratou de acariciar o membro volumoso de Christopher, vagando por dentro de sua cueca, até ser gentilmente deitada novamente sobre a mesa novamente. Não sabia que ele possuía aquele lado dominador, mas a antecipação do que viria a seguir fazia seu corpo tremer.

Christopher inclinou-se sobre você, seus olhos ardendo com um brilho de desejo incontrolável. Seus dedos começaram a explorar novamente, tocando com uma suavidade que fazia sua pele arrepiar. Ele brincava com seu clitóris, ora circulando, ora pressionando, arrancando pequenos gemidos de seus lábios. Cada toque era uma promessa, cada movimento um prelúdio para algo maior. Ele inseriu dois dedos dentro de você, para sua surpresa, e fora estranho a forma como uma simplesmente mão já podia lhe fazer enlouquecer.

Você arqueava o corpo, buscando mais daquele toque, seus quadris movendo-se instintivamente ao encontro da mão dele. Sentia-se à beira de um abismo, pronta para cair, mas ele sempre parava antes, deixando-a no limite, uma tortura deliciosa.

Então, Christopher se inclinou, substituindo os dedos pela boca. A sensação era avassaladora, a língua dele dançando em seus pontos mais sensíveis, explorando cada centímetro com uma precisão que a deixava ofegante. Ele alternava entre lamber e chupar, aumentando a pressão até você sentir pequenas ondas de prazer percorrendo seu corpo.

— Christopher... — Gemeu, a voz entrecortada pelo desejo e pela frustração de não alcançar o clímax total.

Ele ergueu a cabeça, olhando-a com um sorriso provocador, os olhos brilhando de desejo. Subiu até seu rosto, selando seus lábios novamente, você pode sentir seu próprio gosto por um instante.

Você levantou levemente, e se inclinou de forma confusa, agarrando o cos da cueca do rapaz.

— O quê você quer — Ele murmurou mordiscando o lóbulo de sua orelha, e olhando sua mão abobalhada.

— Tira para mim — Pediu, a voz quase um sussurro.

Christopher se endireitou, tirando a cueca lentamente, revelando seu membro rígido, totalmente excitado. A visão dele assim, vulnerável e desejoso, fez seu corpo reagir imediatamente. Ele se aproximou novamente, a excitação nos olhos dele era inegável, queria vagar por dentro de você, por mais que tentassem se controlar.

— Quero ouvir você dizendo que me quer primeiro — Informou, a voz rouca e carregada de desejo. Seu pênis roçando instintivamente em sua genitalia, louco de vontade.

— Eu te quero — Respondeu sem hesitar, os olhos fixos nos dele, a necessidade evidente em cada palavra.

Ele sorriu, satisfeito, e posicionou-se entre suas pernas. Com um movimento lento e decidido, ele adentrou em você, segurando firmemente em seus quadris para apoiar as estocadas. Um gemido alto escapou de seus lábios, ecoando pela sala. Era real, estava acontecendo, e era tão incrível.

Ele estava em pé, a mesa sustentando seu peso enquanto ele se movia dentro de você. O ritmo que Christopher estabeleceu era ao mesmo tempo gentil e urgente, cada estocada trazendo ondas de prazer. Ele movia-se com uma precisão que parecia calculada, atingindo os pontos exatos que arrancavam de você gemidos cada vez mais altos. O som de seus corpos se chocando preenchia o ambiente, misturado aos suspiros e murmúrios de prazer.

Christopher inclinou-se sobre você, segurando suas pernas abertas mais alto, aumentando a intensidade e profundidade das estocadas. Cada movimento era uma combinação perfeita de força e delicadeza, levando você a sentir o prazer se acumulando e crescendo em cada célula do seu corpo.

Você se ajeitou mais uma vez, se erguendo e ficando sentada na frente do rapaz, suas pernas penduradas para fora da mesa. Desejava encara-lo enquanto transavam, ver cada mínima expressão de satisfação que ele poderia fazer.

— Você é tão apertadinha — Ele murmurou, a voz rouca entre gemidos.

Você levou uma de suas mãos para o pescoço do rapaz e com a outra agarrou a borda da mesa tentando se segurar, seus dedos apertando com força enquanto ele aumentava o ritmo, arranhando suas costas e até mesmo a madeira do movel, se bobeasse. Cada estocada era mais profunda e intensa. Seus corpos se moviam em uma dança perfeita, sincronizados pelo desejo e pela necessidade, você embolou mais uma vez suas pernas em torno daquele corpo musculoso. Sentia-se preenchida de uma maneira que nunca tinha experimentado antes, cada toque, cada movimento, levando-a mais perto do clímax.

— Puta que parou. — Exclamou, perdida nos movimentos, pretendia falar mais, mas as palavras se perderam em um gemido de prazer, fazendo com que sua cabeça inclinasse para trás.

— Isso, assim mesmo — Pediu ele, a voz rouca ao pé do seu ouvido, os lábios roçando sua pele, sua respiração cortada, eufórica.

Seus olhos se fecharam, totalmente submersa na experiência. O mundo parecia desaparecer, restando apenas a sensação avassaladora de tê-lo dentro de você, movendo-se com uma urgência que espelhava a sua.

Cada movimento parecia levar você mais perto do clímax. Os gemidos de Christopher, misturados aos seus, criavam uma sinfonia de prazer que ecoava pela sala. Sentia-se consumida pelo desejo, cada fibra do seu corpo vibrando com a intensidade do momento.

De repente, ele parou de se mover, permanecendo completamente imóvel dentro de você. Seu corpo reclamou a perda do movimento, e você começou a brincar com o quadril, movendo-se lentamente contra ele, buscando mais daquela sensação.

— Por favor, mais — Pediu, a voz trêmula de desejo, e entrelaçou ambas as mãos em seu pescoço, abraçando-o, beijando lentamente o pé de seu ouvido

Ele sorriu, satisfeito com a sua súplica, e voltou a se mover, dessa vez lentamente, bem lentamente, seus quadris acompanharam o ritmo. Ele se inclinou para frente, apoiando-se na mesa enquanto você estava agarrada ele, seu corpo se inclinando juntamente, entao ele aumentou a intensidade e velocidade de seus movimentos. Fez questão de não se soltar dele, gemendo baixo bem ao seu ouvido, contorcendo-se em seu campo de visão. Cada estocada era mais forte, mais profunda, fazendo você ter que se agarrar à mesa para se estabilizar. Seus gemidos aumentavam, ecoando pelo espaço. Ele beijou seu pescoço, seus lábios quentes contra sua pele, seus dedos explorando seu corpo sem restrições.

Quando finalmente você atingiu o ápice, o prazer foi tão intenso que deixou você sem fôlego, estava em êxtase agora, mas sabia que ainda não tinha acabado. Christopher apoiou-se sobre você, ambos ofegantes, corpos entrelaçados. Ele beijou sua testa suavemente, um gesto terno que contrastava com a paixão selvagem que acabavam de compartilhar.

Sentindo-se ainda ofegante e com o corpo formigando de prazer, você se ergueu lentamente, deslizando pelo corpo dele e ficando em pé novamente; pendeu para o lado, ainda mole, mas segurou nos braços do rapaz, mudando de lado e o fazendo ficar encostado na mesa. Beijou seu corpo até ficar ajoelhada diante dele. Seus olhos se encontraram, e você viu o desejo ainda presente nos olhos de Christopher.

— Vai querer que eu goze para você? — O moreno questionou, acariciando suas madeixas enquanto lhe olhava de cima, você não respondeu nada, apenas com um sorriso provocador, levou os lábios ao membro dele, sentindo o gosto salgado de ambos.

Ele gemeu, jogando a cabeça para trás, as mãos cravando nos seus cabelos enquanto você começava a chupá-lo. Seus movimentos eram lentos e decididos, a língua brincando com a ponta antes de descer ao longo do eixo. Cada gemido dele era um incentivo, um sinal de que estava no caminho certo.

— Nossa — Gemeu mais alto do que o esperado — Boa garota.

Você aumentou a intensidade quando sentiu uma de duas mãos em seu cabelo, puxando os fios de forma gostosa, moveu a cabeça com mais velocidade, as mãos envolvendo a base do membro dele, complementando os movimentos da boca. Sentia-o pulsar, sabia que ele estava perto. Com um último movimento profundo, sentiu o corpo dele tremer e, com um gemido profundo, ele se entregou ao prazer, gozando em sua boca.

Levantando-se, você limpou os lábios com um sorriso satisfeito. Christopher olhou para você, os olhos brilhando de admiração e desejo.

— Como vou trabalhar com você agora? Só vou pensar em você me chupando — murmurou ele, ainda recuperando o fôlego.

— Vai ter que aguentar até a próxima vez — respondeu com um sorriso ladino e provocador, envolvendo-o em um abraço apertado. — Sua amiga sempre vai estar com as portas abertas para você.

— Acha que vai se arrepender?

Precisou ponderar um pouco.

— Nem um pouco.

O momento era perfeito, por mais que soubesse que a realidade logo voltaria a bater à porta. Sabia que precisaria enfrentar as consequências de seus atos, mas por enquanto, decidiu aproveitar a sensação de satisfação plena, sem pressa de voltar ao mundo real. Havia descoberto que aquilo fora mais precioso para você do que algumas regras que deveria seguir. Sentia que, após aquele êxtase inestimável, poderia enfrentar qualquer coisa que viesse, nem que fosse os seus pensamentos, afinal, eles seriam substituído por aquela voz rouca no pé do seu ouvido.

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imrllytootiredforthis · 2 years ago

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Sub! Bsf lix noticing you getting off in public using your thighs under the table.even if you we're out with your friends,Every time it happens he turns his head away in a flash afraid to that he stared for too long . his ears are red and he gets starts to squirm a bit in his seat . Brushing off his concerned friends' questions about his wellbeing. It's a torture really so the next time you do it he ensures that you're too alone he'd muster all his courage to advance to you in a timid steps makeing you halt your moves before parting your thighs a bit and dropping between them he didn't dare to lift his head while asking with a red face and shaky voice to use his face...use him if you really want it this bad to the point of doing it in public

holy shitttttt

he notices it right away.

he's your best friend after all, of course he would notice.

the way you shift in your seat, the way you can't seem to sit still, the way that your neck is just the slightest bit red.

he notices.

and he peeks under the table, lifting the tablecloth a bit to see. see that the reason you keep moving so much is because of the way that you press your thighs together, rubbing them in a way that his face flushing scarlet.

he quickly looks away, trying to pretend that nothing is wrong but his pokerface is nowhere near as good as yours, turning red from head to toe, and fuck, he can feel himself getting hard now too.

he imagines it over and over, imagines doing something about it, imagines how good you would sound moaning as he whines against you from the fingers tugging his hair.

poor lixie can't help but squirm in the seat.

fuck

he wonders what you'd taste like, how you'd feel on his tongue, how you'd talk him.

maybe you'd call him a dirty little perv, maybe you'd call him a good kitten for you, maybe you'd call him a slut for getting on his knees for you in such a public place-in front of all your friends.

"you good?" he looks up at Chan, who looks back with concerned eyes, "sick? you're all red."

you look at him too now, worried, shifting imperceptibly.

his eyes flash down again,

he wonders how would your thighs feel around his head? soft-yes, so soft.

he loves your thighs, loves whenever you wear shorts around him and he can see your skin, so smooth and pretty, he can't help but want to squeeze them and love them,

he often fantasized about his head between them, he'd die a happy man between your thighs. his lips on them too, kissing and sucking marks onto them, tracing his fingers over them afterward, wondering how they-how you looked so fucking gorgeous, fucking his cock between them.

holy shit, he loves your thighs.

"Felix?"

Chan looks concerned now, as do the others but Chan specifically looks like he's about to pull his handy thermometer out of his bag and check his temperature like the mom he is.

'hmm just what i thought, you're sick, come on we're going home now.'

"I-i'm fine." he spluttered, in no way actually fine now that these thoughts had surfaced, but whatever.

everyone looks at him, unbelieving.

finally, you sigh. "c'mon, if you're sick you shouldn't be out, i'll take you home and we can watch some movies-i'll make you soup or something."

the thought. of being alone with you.

you and him. him and you.

in the dorms.

all alone.

"y'know, yeah, i am feeling a little under the weather,"

you're grabbing your stuff already as the words come out, telling the rest of the boys that you'll see them later and grabbing your best friend before dragging his sick ass out of there.

at the dorms you're not much better.

after he adamantly declines the soup, refusing to let you make him any you sigh and turn on a movie instead.

it plays in the background but he pays attention to none of it.

all he can really pay attention to is the way that your thighs still rub together, looking at the screen but he can tell you're not really watching.

he isn't either to be fair.

but thirty agonizing minutes? (he only knows because of how much time has played on the movie)

of this. of watching you and wishing he could do something. of wanting you to call him over to you and shove his face between your legs. of wanting and wishing and trying to hide how hard he is under the blanket.

he's surely slowly losing his mind. slowly surely losing it to horniness and lust and sinful thoughts. all while you're entirely unaware.

his mouth is nearly watering, his head is spinning, he's aching in his pants.

he needs you so bad.

so slowly he scoots closer to you. you don't seem to notice at first, too engrossed in something that isn't the movie.

you look at him funny. "Lix? what are you doing, lay back down you're si-..."

you trail off as he slinks down to the floor in front of you, looking up at you with doe eyes, searching for an answer. for a command. for anything.

"Lix?"

your voice is a whisper, barely a question as you know enough to read between the lines.

red face. pretty begging eyes looking down in shame. on his knees. hands twitching.

"tell me what you want."

he doesn't say anything, reaching up to rest his hands on your thighs soft and gentle, not doing anything but rubbing, kneading them, starting on the outside but gradually...gradually...

"please?"

he sounds so needy, so desperate, so cute and good and adorable.

"so polite," you finally say, spreading your legs open, just for him. "you gonna be good for me kitty?"

his eyes are fixated, fingers itching to pull down your pants, to do what he's been wanting to all night.

"c-can i?"

"go ahead pretty boy~"

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linos-luna · 2 years ago

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My Baby (Pt.2) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt.7) (Pt. 8)♡

Warnings: forced ddlg, infantalization, yandere, smut, oral (male receiving), light dub con? , 18+, toxic relationship

Chan treats you like a little kid. To him, you are his baby and he needs to care for you 24/7. At first it was cute but now he did everything for you. From dressing you to feeding you, you had no freedom and the consequences for resisting him were scary… and you unfortunately found out those consequences…

(Pt. 1)

♡ ————————— ♡ ————————— ♡

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since your sad escape attempt. Things have definitely gotten worse and Chan has been very strict with you. It was terrifying.

You were on the couch with the tv on. You had a blanket over your lap and stared down at your hands. Your wrist was in a brace and you sighed as your boyfriend came into the room.

“Hi baby.” He said while crouching down in front of you, holding up a pill and cup of milk. “Open up…”

“Daddy… I don’t want it…” you said with a tear going down your cheek. “it makes me sick in the morning…”

“Oh baby… I can’t have you leaving me again…” Chan said with a dramatic sigh.

“B-but I won’t… I promise I won’t—”

“Take the pill.” You were interrupted by your boyfriend tightly gripping your wrist, causing you cry out in pain. It may have been 2 weeks since the injury but it’s still hurt a lot.

You reluctantly took the pill and Chan carried you to the bedroom with your blanket. You could walk but it was a little painful and he liked carrying you. He put you on the bed and tucked you in.

Chan left and came back with a baby bottle of warm milk. He sat next to you, extending his arm to hold you against him and put it to lips. You reluctantly drank as he wasn’t giving you much of a choice. Why did he make you drink this every night? You swear it only made you sleepier and not just the regular sleepiness you get from drinking milk.

Soon you were drifting off to sleep while the bottle was still to your lips. You sucked at it lightly until completely passing out.

Chan put the bottle on the nightstand and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He couldn’t help kissing down your neck and chest. God, he was needy. It’s been so long…

He took the sheets off and lowered your pajama pants, rubbing you over you’re panties and even went down to kiss it a few times. Oh he loves eating you out, he wants to it right now. He wants to rail you into the bed and hear your screams. You moaned a little in your sleep as he continued kissing over your panties, ready to lower them.

No. Not tonight. Not right now… he thought to himself and put your pants back on, letting you sleep.

You sat on the bed, dangling your legs off the end; they were wrapped up in bandages. All you could do was look down at your hands while Chan was going through your closet.

“How about we wear this cute pink dress today?” He said with a smile, holding up the dress.

“I would probably be cold…” you said, not looking up.

“Really?” His smile dropped as he threw the dress next to you. “You really think I’d let my baby go cold? Of course I’m giving you a sweater too!”

“Sorry daddy…”

“It’s okay.” His demeanor changes back to happy while he pats your head.“You’re just a dumb baby, you don’t know anything.”

You’re not sure if that last comment was really a jab at you or not and you simply sighed.

After getting dressed, Chan carried you to the living room where he sat you on the couch. He got some supplies and started unwrapping your bandages.

God your legs looked awful. It will definitely leave nasty scars. After cleaning them, Chan rewrapped them and took you to the dining room where there was oatmeal waiting.

As he fed you, you started hatching a plan, it was risky but definitely more effective than your last plan.

“Daddy? Can I have fruit?” You asked sweetly. “Baby wants fruit.”

Chan nodded and gave you a banana. He peeled it before giving it to you and watched as you ate it… In an odd way.

Originally you wanted to look baby like, sucking at the banana while holding it with two hands. But you soon realized how Chan was looking you and that he was subtly rubbing himself over his pants.

He was needy. You realized that you could use this to an advantage and continued sucking at the banana while making lewd noises.

“Daddy it’s so good..” you added, definitely arousing him even more.

“Yeah? Baby likes sucking at that sweet banana?” He asked with a light tease.

“Yes daddy. Baby likes…”

He bit his lip as you finished the fruit and you sucked the remnants off your fingers.

“Daddy… can I go potty…?” You asked sweetly, snapping him out of his little moment.

“You can go by yourself?”

“Yes daddy, I’m a big girl.” You replied with a cringe worthy giggle.

“Okay babygirl. Go ahead.” Chan said with a chuckle as you got up to make your way over there.

Once in the bathroom, you started digging through the medicine cabinet, looking for something specific. And at the very top you found it. The sleeping pills. You knew that if you took too long Chan would get suspicious so you dumped a few pills out and stuffed them in your sweater pocket. You flushed the toilet and went back out to your boyfriend.

For the rest of the day Chan was practically attached to you. Together you watched some cartoons and you drew him some pictures. It was relatively peaceful.

——— ♡

It was getting close to sundown and Chan had changed you into another dress after you got some paint on your last one.

“Aw daddy… is my dress gonna be okay?” You pouted.

“Yes baby. Daddy just has to wash it.” He sighed

“Okay… but it’s my favorite.”

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s okay.” He said while putting your sweater back on.

“Hey Baby, guess what?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“Im making your favorite soup!” Chan said happily.

“Alphabet soup?!” You asked

“Yes baby.” He nodded as you cheered with glee. He took you to the dining room and went to the kitchen to make the food. It wasn’t anything too special, it was actually from a can.

Soon he came back with the two bowls and spoons then sat down.

“Daddy, can I get some juice in my favorite sippy cup?”

“Of course, baby.” Your boyfriend smiled and went to go grab it.

As soon as he left, you crushed the pills from your pocket with your fingers and sprinkled it in his soup. You had no idea how much you put in there. 2, 3, 4? Hopefully it doesn’t kill him. You just want him to sleep.

He soon got back and put the pink cup in front of you. Chan sat down and ate rather quickly as you drank. After he finished, he believed your soup was cool enough and was ready to feed you. You complied with him and ate it all.

“All done!” Chan said with a little clap while standing up.

“Yay!” You cheered. “Daddy can we play now? Baby wants to play with daddy.”

“Oh yeah? Of course daddy will play with you.” He thought you were so sweet and quickly picked you up, taking you to the living room.

You sat on his lap and he instantly put his hands on your hips.

You wondered when the drugs would take affect. Isn’t it like 20-30 minutes? How long has it been?

You started feeling around his pants and kept touching his clothed cock which was getting considerably hard.

“What are you doing baby?” Chan groaned. He was starting to feel a light headache.

“I wanna play with daddy…” you replied while unzipping his jeans.

“Y-yeah?”

“I wanna suck on daddy like a lollipop. Baby loves lollipops!” You said with a giggle as you started getting off his lap.

Chan didn’t have it in him to argue. On top of this headache, he’s been incredibly needy and desperate for some touch.

Although it hurt your knees, you got down and lowered his pants. He excitedly pulled down his boxers and sat back as you started licking at his hard cock.

He groaned again. Not only in pleasure but also because of the worsening headache. He was about to say something before you suddenly took him entirely in your mouth and started bobbing your head.

He whimpered and moaned as you did so and you nearly gagged when he thrusted into you.

“B-baby… b-babygirl…” he moaned, barely able to move. Now Chan was dizzy. His headache more intense and vision fuzzy.

You let go just as he came, noticing that he finally fell asleep. You sighed in relief. Finally. You stood up and dug through his pants pocket, finding the keys to the door and car. Thank god!

You put his boxers back on him and went to the bedroom to grab your shoes and a hoodie. You also grabbed an extra change of clothes along with a tooth brush and deodorant. You quickly stuffed everything in a backpack and started making your way out.

As you passed Chan on the couch you stopped and looked back at him. For some reason you felt bad. You went back yo him and put a blanket over him as if you were tucking him in.

You unlocked the door then looked back at him again, pausing for a moment with a tear rolling down your cheek.

After putting your bag down you went over to him. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair then traced your finger along his cheek. But then you got close and did something crazy. You kissed him. It was a strange thing to do right? Are you crazy? And it wasn’t just a little peck, it was a kiss on the lips that lasted a few seconds.

“I love you Channie…” you said before leaving, getting in his car and driving off… finally free…

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Ko-fi

Sorry it took so long to post! I hope y’all like. I appreciate all your love and support 🥺

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sykeskassie · 4 months ago

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Leave Me Your Stardust To Remember You By; Pt. 1

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: ANGST!! No comfort in this one, but implied comfort is on the way. A/N: Inspired by one of my all time favorite songs. Truly, I got hit with the idea on my way home from work yesterday and rolled with it.

Pt. 2 Pt.3

When I turn jet black and you show off your light/ I live to let you shine

You had known Chris almost as long as you had known yourself. Where you began and he ended, no one seemed to know. So many

had told you that when he left for Korea at the tender age of thirteen not to be surprised if the two of you grew apart. It was one of the reasons that he had hesitations about leaving. But you had seen the talent he had, and the drive he possessed. So you sent your best friend off with the promise you would look after his siblings like they were your own, and that you would be with him every step of the way.

But you can skyrocket away from me/ And never come back if you find another galaxy

It would be years before you got to see him in person again. He was busy with training, and school, and everything in between. However, your love for each other never wavered. You spoke on the phone as often as you could both make time, battling the time zones and the day to day. You never went more than a day without emailing each other, and later on, texting. You made it a point to let him know he wasn’t forgotten, no matter how many miles separated you.

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

You would sometimes wonder if you would outgrow each other, the way you had outgrown the hoodie he had gifted you when he left. “To make sure you don’t forget me,” he had said, as if that was even a possibility. He was the star in your sky, shining as brilliantly as his smile did. But you never did outgrow him, and he always made sure to send you a new hoodie every year, on the anniversary of his leaving.

If you’ll be my boat, I’ll be your sea/ A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity

As you grew, your love did too. It shifted, and morphed, until it took on an entirely new form. You were still best friends, seemingly the closest to ever exist; you thought that would never change. However, your love shifted from an endless blue to a swirling purple. Suddenly all the ‘I love you’s exchanged held a different weight. Without any warning, you were in love with Chris. When you told him after hours, days, weeks of contemplation, he had the audacity to tell you that he had known. “I didn’t think it needed saying, because it was just a fact. You’re in love with me, and I’m in love with you. Not even oceans could stop that from happening.” You no longer had to hold onto that childlike question of who your Prince Charming was; you had known him all along.

Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze/ I live to make you free

It turned out that loving Chris in a different way was easy. What was not easy was realizing how much you ached to have him by your side again. You made the effort to see him as often as you could; you had piles of airline miles between the two of you. You had met all of the kids, something that thrilled you since you had been a sounding board when he was handpicking them. They had become such an instrumental part in your life. They would constantly text you, or call you when they got the chance. If Chris was ‘dad’, you were ‘mom’, despite the distance. When Chris would hole up in the studio and go hours without moving, they would call you to get him moving. When he would get too far into his head, it was you they texted to bring him back to them. No one knew him better than you did.

But you can set sail to the west if you want to/ And past the horizon, ‘til I can’t even see you

As Stray Kids got bigger and bigger, the opportunities for visiting got smaller and smaller. Dates would be arranged, tickets would be booked, and then something would have to be moved around. Schedules would shift, tour dates would get added on, extra promotions would pop up seemingly out of nowhere. It had seemed like such a slow progression —you were used to having to adjust to his schedule, as you had been for years— that you both hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you didn’t get your yearly hoodie. It was tradition to call every year on the anniversary of his leaving, and you hadn’t missed one yet. You could explain away the missing hoodie (perhaps the postal service was running behind this year? Maybe the package had gotten lost?), but to have missed calls and radio silence? You couldn’t come up with an excuse for that. You opened up your text thread to see the stack of unanswered messages from you, scrolling to find the occasional text from Chris that seemed to always be an apology for not being available. With an ‘I love you’ sent off, you closed your phone and tried to pretend that a crack hadn’t formed in the foundation of your relationship.

Far from here where the beaches are wide/ Just leave me your wake to remember you by

You never did mention the hoodie that had never got sent, and neither did Chris. You couldn’t say if he was avoiding it the way you were, or if he genuinely didn’t remember. Honestly, you weren’t sure which would hurt worse and you didn’t really want to find out. He eventually called you back, apologizing again for not being able to pick up when you had called…and called…and called. “We were working on the song for the new comeback, and you know how the kids get when we get really into it. I noticed you had called a few times, is everything okay?” You played it off like you just missed his voice. Something fundamental had changed between you two, and you weren’t really sure why you couldn’t address it. Maybe it was the fear that acknowledging it would make it real. He assured you that once the comeback came out and promotions were done, there would be more time for each other. He even told you that one of the songs he had written for you. Ironically, he said it was “to make sure you don’t forget me”, and you had to bite your tongue from saying that it wasn’t you who was likely to forget about him.

When I turn jet black and you show off your light/ I live to let you shine

Eventually, you found out where you began and where Chris ended. It started the day you had gathered every hoodie he had ever given you. You held each one to you before folding it up, tucking the sorrow and emptiness you felt in each fold of the cloth. They had long stopped smelling like him, but if you tried hard enough you could still remember it. You started from the last you ever got, and ended with the one that seemed so small now. It was over a decade old at this point and you could hardly believe that either of you ever fit into it. As you set them all in a box, you grabbed your phone. You typed out a message in the group chat that had seen less and less of all of you in the last months, letting the kids know to take care of themselves, take care of their leader, and that you would be cheering them on always. Before anyone could respond, you left the group chat, blocked all their numbers, and set about finding a pen and paper. On top of the hoodie that signified the beginning and the end, you left a goodbye for the love of your life.

But you can skyrocket away from me

And never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here with more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

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