#stray kids sub

[jilixthinker]

gross freak

͟͟͞♡ jisung × fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warning: sub!jisung, dom!reader, kinda gross jisung, established relationship, masturbation (m rec), cock/balls slapping, jisung is gross but they are so in love

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“Honey, I'm home!"

Jisung is kicking off his white sneakers in front of the door. They're a bit stained with mud on the sides, and he knows he’s not allowed to step inside the house wearing those unless he wants to hear your voice reverberating through the apartment. He's still wearing his soccer gear, tiny red shorts with a white stripe down the side, cut just above the knee, and a white tank top that you're sure he wore for the training as well. It's 10 p.m., but it's still warm outside, and the white fabric sticks uncomfortably to Jisung's slim body, a few yellow sweat stains under his armpits. 

His hair is still damp from the running, tied in a bun. A red hairband is pulling back his greasy locks from his forehead. He hasn't changed that in at least two weeks.

"Idiot," you chuckle in response, "how was it?"

"Uh, fine I guess" Jisung answers while kicking off his grayish, damp socks along with his shoes, "Changbin-hyung fell and ate a bunch of soil, I laughed so hard I peed my pants" he snorts.

"You all act just like children," you reply with a giggle, "I'm glad you had a good time. Are you hungry? Have you had dinner yet?"

"I ate a burger with the boys . It was huuuuge, baby. Can still feel it moving in my stomach," he replies as he finally enters in the living room delivering his signature goofy smile. 

You smile as you see him patting his tummy. Jisung is very thin, almost borderline unhealthy, but a small layer of fat sits stubbornly below his belly button, and it doesn’t go away despite all of the physical exercise. Jisung says it’s okay, that he doesn't mind. But you, you love it.

"Good. You didn’t take a shower there, did you?" you ask stretching your legs on the couch and pausing the show you were watching. 

"Nah, I didn't feel like it. I'll do it in a while." Jisung answers while opening the refrigerator and fishing out a can of sprite. He opens it with gnarled fingers and brings it to his lips, chugging half of it in one big gulp. 

"Ew, Sungie" 

Jisung widens his eyes in fake shock and leans against the peninsula of the kitchen. "Ew? To the love of your life? Your boyfriend, your future husband, the apple of your ey-"

"Enough of this," you laugh as you come closer him, leaning across the peninsula. "I could count the grease stains on your hands if I wanted to. You're dirty."

"Mean," Jisung whispers drinking the other half of the sprite and hiding a burp with one fist. "I thought I'd come home and get a better treatment than this."

You burst out laughing at his words. "Uh, did you have plans? What did you expect big boy, tell me." 

Jisung chuckles again and you can see a bit of burger sauce pooled at the corner of his lips. 

"Uhh, dunno. A massage, maybe? Showing your baby you love him?”

You laugh, "You want a massage? Come here, that can be arranged." You take a couple of steps back and sit on the couch, on the peninsula side, so you can stretch your legs. Jisung looks at you with a lopsided smile and brings a hand to his head, scratching behind his ear. You can see from a distance the oily strands of hair slipping through his fingers. You should find it disgusting. You really should.

You open your arms and offer him a big smile, "Come on, baby. You must be dead tired, hmm? The boys destroyed you. Come to mama, I'll give you what you need."

Jisung gulps and giggles, wobbling closer to you and letting himself fall into the space between your thighs, abandoning his back against your chest. Then he lets himself slide forward a little, pressing the nape of his neck against the softness of your breasts under the shirt you're wearing.

"Uh, uh. That feels nice already," he murmurs adjusting himself against your chest.

"Have you had some drinks?" you ask, bringing your hands to his shoulders and pinching them lightly. The fabric is damp and smells of sweat and the spray deodorant Jisung always puts on when he doesn't feel like showering.

"Just a couple of beers with Chan-hyung," Jisung sobs as soon as your fingers sink lightly into his muscles, "that man needs to get laid."

"Don't be cocky, Sungie," you reply with a grin as your hands descend to work on the muscles in his arms, "if it wasn’t for me, you'd be jerking off to one of your tacky porns as well. Be grateful I picked you up on the streets and decided you would be mine."

Your words are light, he knows you are joking. Even though, to tell the truth, Jisung was a virgin before meeting you, and the first time you had sex he was so nervous he came before he even managed to put the tip in. Adorable.

Jisung laughs and then he lets out a breathy moan when you run your fingers up between his shoulder blades, focusing on a knot. "That’s true. But now he’s the one jacking off to a shower wall. While me, I have a beautiful girlfriend who decided I was good enough to be adopted. I still am thankful for your bad taste in men." 

"My taste in men is great, excuse you," you retort as your chin rests on his head, near the band that pulls back his hair. "I pulled the nastiest hottest boy around. I regret nothing."

Jisung laughs. "You literally call me your rat." 

"Rats are cute," you answer back piquantly. Your fingers continue to work on the knot in Jisung's back with a little more insistence. Jisung writhes softly. "You just call me that because I'm a little gross."

You lower your head to rest a kiss on his greasy hair. There's gel residue on the strands, and it's a bit crusty.

"You know how much I love that you're a little gross. Makes me feral."

"You're a freak." Jisung laughs as your hands finish massaging his shoulder blades and descend to the front, down to his chest, to caress his sore pecs.

"Maybe," you admit. "Tell me how many beers you've had again. Just the truth this time, hmm?" 

"Five. Or six. Maybe six. Ah-" Jisung gulps when you brush your thumb on his pec, grazing his nipple. "Feelin' a bit tipsy." 

"I know, my love," you whisper as you continue massaging his chest with your fingers. Jisung's head is nestled perfectly between your breasts and you feel his ribcage swell and deflate quickly, like a baby bird. "You're all wriggly. You just can't sit still when you feel good, hmm?"

Jisung laughs embarrassed before letting a faint moan out when your fingers pinch his nipple again, more insistently. “Not fair though, you're t-teasing."

You nod a few times as your face descends to his ear, kissing the skin behind it, where you know that acrid, powerful smell typical of Jisung accumulates. “As if you didn't have a different kind of massage in mind from the beginning. Don't lie to mama, Sungie."

Jisung shakes his head tentatively, “I wasn’t trying to imply any of that”.

You chuckle at his words, bringing your mouth to his earlobe and nibbling at it. “Now say it again without drooling over yourself, mh?”

Jisung hiccups and goes limp against you, giving you enough space to keep nosing at his neck. A little bit of saliva is bubbling out of his parted lips, forming a shiny coat on his skin and you just wanna suck it off.

“Well, maybe. M-maybe just a little,” he grunts while the tip of your tongue brushes on the shell of his ear. “You’re mean for real.”

“Don’t call me mean when I’m about to jack you off, Sungie. That’s just ungrateful, don’t you think?” you whisper on his skin, breathing the sweet smell of his body in. Even his sweat kinda smells like beer. That’s disgusting and hot at the same time. Maybe you’re a freak after all.

“Oh. Oh. We’re… we’re doing that? Fuck, yeah. Suuuure, cool.” And then he lets out the nervous squeak he does everytime you’re about to touch him. It doesn’t matter it’s been years, he never gets used to you been enough attracted to him to give him pleasure even if he’s dirty. But, to be fair, Jisung is always kind of dirty.

You smile against his skin and your fingers find his nipple again, rolling it between your pointer and thumb over the fabric of his top. Jisung keens at that and you can feel the goosebumps forming on his arms under you.

“Wanna kiss. Give Sungie kiss first? Can you? Please?” He blubbers while your other hand is caressing just above his navel. He turns his face to look at you, and the angle is weird because he needs to force himself in this position, but his cheeks are flushed and cute, and his eyes so big you can almost see your own reflection in them.

The first kiss on his lips is just a peck, nothing else, and you can feel that Jisung tries, he tries so hard not to be affected too much this early, but as soon as you place your mouth on him and start to nibble lightly at his bottom lip, he lets out a broken whimper. He tastes like alcohol and ketchup, and his teeth are all sticky for the sprite he just chugged. You find yourself forcing his mouth open just after a few seconds just to be able to lick at them, feeling the sugar on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re so filthy, Sungie. You’re delicious.” You tease him a bit while sucking his own wet muscle into your mouth and slowly pulling it between your teeth.

Jisung lets out the quietest yet painful moan, "Ah- please, I just...", and he starts parting his thighs just a little bit, the tiniest movement showing how he is growing hard under his pants.

You look down and he is just the prettiest, all spread out for you.

“Never denied you anything,” you mutter as you scoot forward on the sofa to place a last peck on his lips. They’re a bit chapped, and a drop of blood stains your mouth.

Jisung’s head falls back on your chest, nuzzling between the comfort of your breasts, and he looks wrecked already. His eyes are teary and his vision fuzzy while his lips pucker, as if he was trying to suck on the air.

“Fuck, you’re so cute. Wish you had something on your mouth, uh?” you ask him as your left hand puts and end to the lazy massage on his lower stomach and finally cups him through his pants.

Jisung is fully hard already but, to an untrained eye, the two inches tent his erection is struggling to maintain makes him look like he’s just sporting half of a chub.

“Uh, uh - yeah, w-wanna suck please,” he manages while your hands goes a bit lower to graze his balls. “Please, mama- gimme anything.”

“Oh, Sungie, don’t beg,” you whisper kissing the tender skin of his ear one more time. Jisung’s soft sobs always make you feel lightheaded and needy, but you cannot show him. Not now. “Mama’s gonna give you fingers, mhkay?”

Jisung nods and parts his lips as a pavlovian response to your words, his tongue lolling out diligently out of his mouth. Your pointer and middle finger pinch the fat of his bottom lip and he moans softly at the teasing. When you finally ease your fingers inside of the heath of his mouth, Jisung lets out a weak cry. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” he gurgles around your digits as an indecent amount of spit oozes out and coat your palm.

When you look over his shoulder, you can see the shape of Jisung’s tiny cock angrily pointing at you, still covered by his shorts. The red fabric is somehow already wet because Jisung is always eager and leaky, and what he lacks in size he makes up in liquids.

“How many minutes today, Sungie? How much can you last for mama?” you ask, tone sticky and sweet while you thrust your fingers deeper inside his mouth and brush at the base of his tongue.

Jisung chokes on the pressure and a single tear escapes from his eyes. His cock twitches and you pat it condescendingly. “Aw, poor thing. How much? Two minutes?”

“Uh- mhhf sowy” he hiccups, mouth full of fingers and saliva, “sorry, I’m not..”

You smile and you finally wrap your free hand around his balls, squeezing it. “Don’t worry, baby. Mama gets it. Wanna come already uh?”

Your face finds its way against the crook of his neck and you lick a fat portion of skin, sucking it into your mouth. He tastes like soil, dirt and sweat. But most importantly, it tastes like Jisung. Like fried food and soda, mint cigarettes to cover the smell of unwashed teeth, ingrown hair and blemishes, acne and cum.

You bite on that sensitive spot and he sobs the most pathetic whimper out as your hand slaps his clothed cock once, twice, thrice, and your fingers go deeper and deeper, almost brushing his uvula and making him drown on his own spit.

“So-oh-sorry” he cries as his cock spasms one more time under the constriction of two layers of clothes. His knees shake and he lets out the most loud and sinful noise his voice lets him. His hips tremble with the force of his orgasm and he goes completely limp against you while spurting warm ropes of cum inside of his sweaty underwear. His eyes are glassy and full of tears while he empties himself for what it seems to be a full minute. He always cums more than he lasts anyway.

You hold him close through it as his high washes over him, arm tight around his waist, and you kiss his cheek, savoring the salt on his skin.

After a minute, Jisung turns his head in search of your reassurance, and he finds you already looking at him, your fingers falling out of his mouth to let him breathe properly.

“Well, that was a record” you chuckle at the sight of his goofy smile.

Jisung huffs and rolls his eyes at you. “I said- I said I had a few beers. That’s why.” He tries to justify himself.

You wink at him and you blow a raspberry on his nose. He always try to be the bigger man, but it never works.

“Whatever you say,” you concede. “Go change your underwear now. And take a shower.”

Jisung lazily shakes his head. “Nah. Too tired. Imma do it later.”

“You’re gross, Jisung.”

“And you’re a freak.”

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[lixii00]

Forbidden Tides

warnings: brother's best friend, 5 years age gap, jeongin calls Mn "hyung" during sex, size kink , choking, hard sex , lube,reader big dick 

Yang Jeongin x Male Reader

The air in the Yang family home was thick with the scent of spicy kimchi and unspoken tension. (M/N), 28, leaned against the kitchen counter, a wry smile playing on his lips as he watched Jeongin, 23, wrestle with a particularly recalcitrant jar of pickles. He'd known Jeongin since he was a gangly teenager, the younger brother of his best friend, and while he'd always considered him off-limits, something had shifted in recent years. The boy was now a man, his eyes holding a spark of something that made (M/N)'s pulse quicken. 

"(M/N) hyung, can you help?" Jeongin asked, his forehead creased with effort. His voice, though deeper than it used to be, still retained a hint of the boyish sweetness that (M/N) found so alluring.

(M/N) pushed off the counter, the distance between them feeling charged. “Of course, Innie,” he said, the nickname slipping off his tongue with practiced ease. He took the jar, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he twisted the lid open effortlessly. Jeongin watched, his gaze lingering on (M/N)’s arms before flickering up to meet his eyes, a flicker that felt both challenging and vulnerable.

Dinner passed with a comfortable murmur of conversation, although (M/N) couldn't shake the feeling that Jeongin was watching him, analyzing him. There was a heat in those dark eyes that belied his usual shyness.

Later that night, after Jeongin’s brother had gone out, (M/N) found himself drawn to the living room. Jeongin was there, sprawled across the sofa, the glow of his phone illuminating his face.

“Hey,” (M/N) said, his voice barely a whisper.

Jeongin looked up, his eyes widening slightly. He didn't say anything, just patted the cushion beside him. (M/N) took the silent invitation, sitting close enough that their thighs brushed. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him.

The silence stretched, charged like a storm cloud. Then, without warning, Jeongin leaned in, his hand lightly brushing (M/N)’s arm. It was the smallest touch, but it felt like a brand.

"Hyung…" Jeongin murmured, his voice low and husky, "You're… you're different when my brother isn't here.”

(M/N)'s breath hitched. "Different how?" he asked, his voice rough.

Jeongin's eyes darkened. "You look… at me… like you want me."

(M/N) knew he should stop it, that this was a line he shouldn't cross. But the way Jeongin was looking at him, a mixture of hesitancy and desire, was intoxicating. He closed the distance, his lips finding Jeongin’s, the kiss tentative at first, then desperate.

They tumbled onto the floor, the soft rug cushioning their fall. (M/N)'s hands roamed, exploring the contours of Jeongin's body, his touch becoming more demanding. He felt Jeongin tremble beneath him, a small moan escaping his lips.

"Hyung…" Jeongin gasped, his hands gripping (M/N)’s shirt, "It's… it's okay… right?" The question was laced with uncertainty, a vulnerability that made something clench in (M/N)'s chest. He should stop, he knew he should. But he didn’t.

(M/N) pushed the doubt aside, his need overwhelming him. He moved lower, kissing a trail down Jeongin's neck, his teeth nipping at the tender skin. He was aware of the size difference, the way the muscles of his body dwarfed Jeongin’s, and the knowledge fuelled him. He reached for his pants, quickly freeing himself from their hold. Lubricant, smooth and cool on his fingers, prepped Jeongin's entrance.

"Hyung," Jeongin whimpered again, his voice breathless as (M/N) pushed into him, the first inch tight, the next few following with a slight tear. He was small, so small and tight.

(M/N) moved slowly at first, getting a feel for Jeongin, knowing he hadn’t had someone so... big before. He held a hand against Jeongin's throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to control and ground him. It was a power play, and Jeongin responded with a soft moan.

"Hyung…" Jeongin gasped, his eyes wide with a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Fuck… hyung…" 

(M/N) picked up the pace, moving faster and deeper, the sounds echoing around the room. He watched as Jeongin’s control started to slip, his muscles tensing with each thrust. He was pushing the boundaries, and the edge was dangerously close. He tightened his hand on Jeongin’s throat, just a bit, a reminder of the power he held.

“Tell me you like it, Innie,” (M/N) murmured, his voice husky, “Beg for it.”

Jeongin’s breath hitched, a small whimper escaping his lips. “Please… Hyung… harder…"

The world narrowed to just them, the intensity of the moment consuming them. When (M/N) finally came, he was lost in the sound of Jeongin's frantic moans, the way his own body pulsed against Jeongin’s.

The aftermath was a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. The air hung thick with the residue of their passion. (M/N) knew he had crossed a line. He also knew that he had irrevocably changed the dynamic of their relationship. He looked at Jeongin, his eyes filled with a mixture of possessiveness and a touch of something that could almost be guilt. He hoped that their forbidden tides wouldn't drown them both.

The next morning, they were different, a silent understanding passing between them. They hadn’t spoken of what happened, and (M/N) didn't know if they ever would. But he knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that this was not the end. This was just the beginning of a very dangerous game.

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[haven-0325]

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[hanjist]

my dignity.

content - mafia leader!bang chan. fem personal assistant!reader. smut.

warnings - power imbalance kinda. switch!chan. switch!reader. gunplay. slight praise. ‘slut’ used like twice. degrading on both ends. orgasm denial. m receiving oral. choking. piv unprotected.

word count - 1166.

a/n - this has got to be the most dirtiest thing i’ve ever written. lowkey proud of it. not proof read.

if only they knew.

if only his workers knew how helpless he could be under your power.

at first, he felt like he was the one in control. the gun in his hands, trailing it all over your body. the cold metal touching you, making you shiver. as chan drags the muzzle on your skin, he reaches towards your clothed cunt, covered by your panties. his fingers holding the gun make its way to slide your panties to the side, revealing your wet, needy hole.

“so fucking wet. so good f’me, yeah?”

chan rubs the gun up and down your slit. your whines getting louder and needier. he shoves the muzzle of the gun up your cunt, leaving you with a loud moan.

“s’good… so s-so good…”

your hips buck to chan’s inept thrusts. the chilling feel of the metal, plus the thrill of the risk of him pulling the trigger on you, it all sent you into a rush. rush of pleasure, adrenaline, excitement, whatever.

chan’s fingers fiddle with the trigger, but never press down on it. was it loaded? was he planning on setting the gun off? you wouldn’t know, but you couldn’t care. not if everything was so good in that moment.

“never thought i’d being doing this with my assistant…”

you respond with a whimper, your teary eyes staring straight at him.

“you’re like a little slut. pussy eating up the gun as if it was my dick. you like this don’t you?”

chan calling you a slut? it set you off. you hated it. hated it when he degraded you like that. but what more could you say? with the gun up your cunt like that, you couldn’t talk back. you’d have to wait it out.

as he sloppily plunges the gun to its handle grip in your puffy cunt, your body twitches. you cum all over the gun, letting out one last noise, between a moan and a scream.

chan pulls the gun out of your creaming pussy, watching as it slides out easily. your messy pussy, the ruined gun, the drool running down your mouth to your collarbone, the whole view itself was so dirty that it made chan hard.

he quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, and pulls his cock out. his whole length on display for you.

“c’mere and suck my cock. did something for you, want something in return.”

you jump off from your spot on his desk, leaving a trace of your own fluids which leaked out. you quickly get on your knees on the hard cement floor.

you tongue sticks out of your mouth, flattening against the underside of his hard shaft. you lick up from the base to his tip, making him shiver. your tongue runs itself on his slit, leading him into a grunt. your mouth engulfs his tip, swirling your tongue all over it in your mouth, while your hand wraps around the base of his cock. chan becomes impatient, his hands sneaking into your hair, then grabbing your head to shove you down his cock. resisting his power, you grab his wrist with your free hand, pulling him out of your mouth before you start to speak.

“don’t touch me.”

“getting feisty now, slut?”

“don’t talk to me like that.”

“hey, you don’t tell me what to-”

your mouth wraps around his dick again, this time taking him in whole. you cut him off on his words, his head going back. he bucks his hips, making you gag as his tip reaches the back of your throat. the vibrations sent him into a spiral. as you look up at him from your position on the floor, you notice his face scrunching up. you know he’s about to cum.

“f-fuck. just like that. c-come on… take me to the h-hilt…”

and before he’s about to crack, you take your mouth off him once again. he groans in pain. you blow cool air on his slit as he protests your actions.

“h-hey! y/n… you can’t j-just do that. d-don’t play that way…a-agh-”

and your mouth is on him once again. he may think you’re cruel for doing this to him, but deep inside he knows he loves it.

at this point, you’re basically deep throating him. every time his tip even grazes your throat, you gag. then the vibrations send him off, and your lips are apart from his dick.

the cycle happens another two more times.

“poor channie, so eager for release, hm?”

you’re now on top of him. he’s flushed against his chair, while your legs are straddled against him, and your pussy is taking up all of his cock, from the tip to his balls. droplets of sweat are running down chan’s forehead, while his tears which were previously trailing down his cheeks are now drying, and drool is dripping from the edges of his mouth. his lips are dry and chapped, all from his cries and revolts of your treatment towards him.

“y-y/n… p-please… ‘m s-so s-sorry… n-n-need to c-cum…”

“what are you sorry for channie? do you even know? say it to me.”

“d-dunno w-what i did… p-please! just let m-me cum! fuck!”

without a verbal response, you start bouncing on his cock. it feels so good for you, his cock hitting you in the right spots, making you moan loudly. chan on the other hand, was back to tears. his hands were gripping onto the arms of the chair, knuckles turning pale. all he could think of was cumming, but you wouldn’t let him.

“p-please… how much longer u-until i can c-cum!”

your eyes rolling at his pleas, you stop in your movements. you grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer towards you, until your faces are just centimeters away from each other.

“im gonna keep going. gonna keep on going until you’re fucking sobbing. these little cries aren’t enough for me. it’s not enough to make me fucking pity you.”

you stand up from his cock until only the tip is in you, then you slam your cunt back onto his shaft, making him cry out loud at the motion.

“you’re gonna sit here, like a good boy, and take what i give you. i’ll fucking deny every orgasm until you’re burnt out.”

“w-what did i d-do to deserve t-this—”

“shut the hell up!”

you wrap your hands around his neck, putting pressure against his airways. he moans at the action.

“‘m s-sorry! ‘m sorry! ‘m so so sorry! a-agh!”

as he struggles to speak with your hands wrapped around his throat, you let go.

“speak again, i dare you.”

he shuts his mouth, yet the most silent he could be comes with a side of grunts and whines from your shifting on his dick.

“be a good boy and be quiet. im gonna fuck you dumb ‘til you can’t even think about speaking. ‘til your throat is so dried up that you can’t speak.”

it was only the start for chan.

[xbsyan]

SKZ LINKS

Hyung line

Maknae line Here

Bangchan likes to give you hard with his fat cock and fill you up

You swallow his whole cock

Hard from behind

He loves to overstimulate you

Hard sex from behind with a toy

Hard sex in the morning

Changbin loves to eat you

You ride his cock in the back of the car

He loves your tits

Love touching your pussy in the morning

He likes to turn you on while you work

Hyunjin likes to suck your tits while you ride him

[fluffylino]

seungmin being drunk on eating you out.

pussy drunk seungmin who takes every chance he gets to taste you. his eyes getting all sparkly and big when you deny him.

you'd remember how it had all started when he wanted to try out face sitting. at first being very hesitant until he actually got the feeling.

the feeling of not being able to breathe. your pussy leaking all over his mouth and nose.

had he really been missing out on the good stuff? how could he let it all go to waste?

he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to eat you out and make you cum. he'll make you cum over and over again until you actually have to tug a handful of his hair to pull him back.

he's the type to walk in behind you when your leaning against the counter.

an innocent smile on his face and his not so innocent hand slipping down your pants. before you can even utter another word, he's on his knees. fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.

sometimes you'd wake up feeling completely dazed. an unexplainable sensation. but its all explainable when you see his head between your legs. face buried in your cunt. seungmin doesn't even try to hide how desperate he is.

you worry about how he'd breath when you can feel his nose rubbing against your clit harshly while his tongue is all over the place. licking you completely. swallowing whatever he can take.

"seungmin..hah-" you'd whine, closing your thighs around his head. he'd moan, panting against you. he'd want you to do that. so he could get breathless and only smell your sex. your essence. seungmin wants you to push his mouth against your cunt. use him for your pleasure. make him your toy. your bitch.

"what is this for?"

seungmin smiled, unbuckling the thick collar and fastening it around his neck. 'puppy engraved into the light blue collar in gold.

"so you can control my pace"

by now you had figured he knew your pussy from the inside and out. his tongue finding all your spots in quick successions.

other times he'd make a peace sign and stick his tongue through it playfully when y'all were in public. just to tease you.

.

.

"i just don't understand how people can be so stupid" you frustratedly, holding your head in your hands. today was a bad day. everything was pissing you off.

"couldn't you wait until i was done ranting?" you sighed out airily. looking at the boy who was sitting on his knees, lazily mouthing at your heat. he locked eyes with you, obviously not hearing what you asked him.

"kim seungmin." you hissed out, tugging the chain that was attached to his collar.

he jerked forward, a whiny 'sorry' leaving him.

[infelicet]

💎hyunjin on jewel box💎

[imrllytootiredforthis]

thinking about how there isn't enough on virgin!minho

like things get a little handsy and then you learn how sensitive he is... idk i just love subby whiny min but i haven't seen any inexperienced/virgin minho around :/

Made of Glass

pairing: lee minho x reader

warnings: dom afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned, reader does have a hole but i don't think anything else - besides minho referring to the reader as a goddess once), sub virgin minho, lots of build-up, little bit of a handjob, grinding on his bare dick, penetrative sex ( r receiving, haven't written it in a long time so don't get mad if it's shit😻), fluffy build up (they're in love your honour), he says he hates you a lot (but he doesn't mean it cause we love subby tsundere boys)

word count: erm...about 4.6k

-- MINORS BEGONE --

Minho wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was a virgin.

Untouched and "pure", undirtied by the hands of another some might even say. Specifically you, teasing him with light kisses and gentle touches.

And sure, he'd gotten to 2nd base in a high school relationship and older drunken mishaps but never anything more. Never as so far as to...feel certain things from another person.

Or from himself for that matter.

But no, wasn't ashamed that he was a virgin but he was maybe, perhaps, just a little bit embarrassed.

And he had absolutely zero idea how to breach the topic with you much less approach it.

You, who knew he was a virgin. Always so patient and careful with him.

Obviously, it should be expected that in the heat of the moment you stop when he freezes up or slows when he tenses up. But none of his previous partners had ever treated him so nicely, without getting angry or miffed off after at the very least.

They hadn't kissed his cheeks gently with a smile and conceded into a cuddle after it happened several times. They hadn't wrapped him up in their arms and turned on a movie, or delicately asked to talk about it after the fact.

You did though.

With no questions and no pressuring and no guilt-tripping. No anger.

He loved it. He loved you...as long as that had taken for him to come to terms with, with you and with himself.

He loved you.

And he was ready.

To...to, yeah.

And what better way than to just come out and say it? But that's embarrassing.

"I think I wanna...you know."

"Darling, sorry, can you speak up?" You looked up at him, yawning and setting your phone down on the coffee table.

He flushed and turned away, "um..." and he could feel every ounce of confidence in his body drain out of him like that.

Under your eyes, like this, you so attentive to listen to him. So nice, giving him your whole attention like he was the only thing that mattered.

You patted the couch next to you and he had no choice to sit down, falling into your arms like he was the missing piece to your puzzle.

He was quick to nuzzle his face into your throat, hiding against you. You just made him so nervous. Why did you make him so nervous still? After dating for this long, you shouldn't make him feel this way still.

Fluttery and gooey and nervous.

He'd say he hated it. The way you made his heart flutter...as sappy and love-drunk as that sounded.

He'd say he hated it when your hand cupped his cheek, turning him back to you. But he didn't hate it. Not one bit.

"I love you."

A grin split across your face, lighting up in that way you always did when he said those three words. No matter how many times he's said it, it would still drive you crazy like it was the first.

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose gently. "Say it again for me darling? Just one more time, please?"

Now you were teasing him. But you couldn't help it. You loved teasing him so much. Loved fluttering kisses over his face and hearing him say those words again and again and again.

You didn't think you could ever get sick of it.

"Fuck you," He groaned but his tone with filled with anything but malice, making you laugh; letting him bury his head into your neck. "Fuck you for being so..."

"So what?" You challenged. "Hmm?"

His voice was muffled against your skin, barely legible, "So...insufferable." But he must like suffering then. "And intolerable." And he must have built up some tolerability, maybe because he was around you so much, indulging in you far too often.

You pulled his body against yours, leaning back to slot his body onto yours.

He was too eager to follow your lead.

To let himself be maneuvered so his hips were pressed against yours and your chest was aligned with his, so softly you moved him, so carefully you treated him.

He could feel your heart beating in time with his, fluttering and quick. He loved the feeling like he loved everything about you.

Fuck you for making him feel like this.

For the butterflies in his stomach. And the flush on his cheeks. And the hard-on between you and him, wishing desperately you wouldn't notice.

But of course you would.

You pulled his face from your neck, hands holding either side of his face, keeping him in place - like he'd want to be anywhere else.

"So I'm insufferable and you're...what?" Your lips pouted and he felt the overwhelming need to kiss them. To kiss you. Hard and fast and the way he needed.

He pretended to think but was only sidetracked by the feeling of your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, tracing his lips and following down to his jawline.

"Mmm, I'm...handsome. And, uh," he let out an embarrassing breathy sigh when you lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth so softly he wouldn't be sure it was there if he hadn't watched you.

"And...?" You prompted, smiling coyly. You knew the effect you had on him.

You peppered kisses over his face, following where you'd touched him with your fingers seconds before. You nipped at his cheek and pulled away before he could properly reply.

"...pretty?" Though the words came out more as a question than anything else. "I mean-"

A giggle escaped your lips, "Hell yeah you are," you brush your nose against his, looking at him in a way so scarily intimate he has to look away first.

"Pretty..." you mutter, sighing. "Y'know, I think I can accept being insufferable and intolerable if you can accept being pretty," you whisper, guiding him back to you with a delicate kiss, finally to his lips. "And handsome," you murmur, smiling against him as he deepens the kiss, hands grasping at the fabric of your shirt.

You pull away with a small teasing smirk, "And beautiful, and gorgeous, and stunnin-mmph!"

His hands fist the fabric, pulling you in before you can continue with your stupid rant. Before you can focus on the way his heart pounds when you add on another praise.

You hum and recede into the motion, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, sloppyily, in the way oddly reminiscent of the way horny teenagers kiss.

In a matter of seconds he's turned the kiss from sweet to something not-so-sweet.

Exactly what he wanted, and maybe he wouldn't even need to suffer through the awkwardness of asking.

Everything he put in was returned by you in the tenfold, one hand moving from his cheek to the nape of his neck, the effects making you laugh against his lips. His form shivering into yours, full-bodied and obvious.

"Sensitive?" You pulled away, with a breath, mouth curling up. "It's okay, it's cute-mmph!"

He crashed his lips against yours again, effectively cutting off your words and your thoughts. Even if you continued to play with the nape of his neck, fingers teasing over the spot. The feeling only made him more and more desperate.

But if he was needy, you were nothing but eager to reply, deepening the kiss like you were trying to consume him whole.

"Darling," you mutter, too soft. "Minnie," you groan, holding him to you gently.

But you were too soft, too gentle.

He wanted more, he wanted you.

Unrestrained, doing what you wanted for once, using him like you wanted. Because he wanted it.

Wanted to not be treated like he was a piece of glass, in danger of breaking every moment. He loved how carefully you treated him but now he wanted to be treated rough, he needed to be treated rough.

But he didn't want to say it.

Slowly, he pressed his hips against yours, shuddering at the fizzle of friction sending sparks through his nerves.

"Minho," you sighed, nails scratching against his scalp making him whine. "Darling," with a particularly harsh nip to his lips, almost hard enough to break the skin - that was what he wanted.

A whimper built up in his throat only to be swallowed down. He wasn't that desperate yet. Even if every one of his movements seemed to argue otherwise, finding a clumsy rhythm in grinding against you, replicating and intensifying those sparks.

Building them up to what he hoped was more.

Even if the motions were clumsy and new. Curious but wanting all the same, the way he moved was raw, exploring and ruining. It made his head spin and everything else go foggy.

You dragged your mouth away from his, tugging his head up by his hair to lick your way down his neck.

A lick and an open-mouthed kiss, making him shudder and shake, heat emanating from the areas you touched and the places you pressed together.

Separated by stupid clothes but not enough to stop him.

He must look pathetic the way he thrusts against you, each discordant grind getting more desperate, more sloppy with the skim of your mouth. With the drag of your tongue down his jaw and pulse-point, heart thrumming beneath your lips. With every shockwave of euphoria that tingles down his spine, with every moan and whisper of his name that leaves your lips.

"Minho," "Minnie," "Baby," "Darling,"

His head is too fuzzy to worry about anything else. To think about the needy noises that leave him, he's sure he sounds lewd, and dirty.

From just dry-humping against you.

But it's not enough. He wants you rough and hard and on top of him. Showing him what to do, telling him what to do. To make him feel good, to make you feel good.

He falters imperceptibly. Should he...?

No, he doesn't want to. He can't. Because how is he supposed to ask you to-

He's caught up in his head but his body works on autopilot, reacting to the sensations that are bringing him closer and closer to cumming in his boxers.

Caught up in his thoughts but not so much so that he forgets about you,

and he certainly doesn't miss anything you say, like the words "Such a fucking good boy," nearly growled into his throat, voice husky and ragged as your teeth scrape down his skin.

Good boy?

He freezes. Heat pools deep inside of him, warm and making him painfully, painfully hard. The words push him nearly to the edge, and he can feel himself on the precipice of-

And then he's being shoved back, hard.

Harder than you meant to, but necessary for what you were about to do.

You pant, as does he, both of you flushed and trying to catch the breath stolen from your lungs.

No, no, not when he was finally getting somewhere, not when finally, finally he was getting what he wanted. Not when you were actually unrestrained and-

"I'm sorry."

His gaze snapped to yours.

"What?"

Your lips were red and parted, he was sure his weren't in much better shape. All he wanted to do was kiss them again, and again, and again.

He wants to hear you call him a good boy again.

"I-I'm sorry," you ran your hand through your hair. "I should've...I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry Minho." This time you were the one looking away.

"The fuck do you mean?" He snaps. It came out a little harsher than intended, he admits. But really, he was sitting here, horny and pent-up and just wanting to get fucked, and here you were, pushing him away and apologizing?

You blink, slowly, surprised.

And here he is, fuming.

Why won't you just fuck him?

"I'm sorry-" would you just stop saying that? His glare shuts you up. "Um," You only looked confused now, a furrow between your brow.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. You watch it.

He wishes you'd just make the first move.

Because now he was going to have to say it. Out loud. To you. Not just mumble some nonsense and hope that you'd pick it up.

"I want you." He said simply, inching closer to you.

You nodded but made no move to continue anything. "Okay..." then a sigh. "I'm going to need you to elaborate just a little, Minho."

The flush across his cheeks spreads, down his neck and over his collarbone. Why did you have to look at him like that? Like he was made of glass or something? Like you cared about him so much it made him melt.

Fuck, he loved you.

"Look at me baby." You gently cup his face, turning him to meet your eyes. "You can tell me."

You definitely knew.

He could see it in your eyes, the worry giving way to a teasing look. Now you just wanted to humiliate him huh?

He hated you.

"Shut up."

You smiled, pulling him into your chest again, laying between your legs. Just like you were before. "Well that's not what good boys say, now is it?"

He pulled his face away, burying it into your shoulder to hide from your eyes. "I don't like you." His voice came out muffled into your shirt.

You only scoff out a laugh. "We both know that's not true darling. You love me." Voice dropping to a whisper, you lean into his ear. "Do I make you nervous baby?"

Someone just kill him now.

Put an end to his misery.

"N-no;" his voice still muffled in the fabric of his your shirt. "you're just-"

"Just what?" You challenge, fingers teasing into his hair, the way you know he likes it. "You're a big boy, you can use your words, can't you?"

He shudders and swears he can hear your smirk. "I...- fuck you."

You tug on his hair, making him face you. You swear he has a eye-contact problem. Or maybe he just gets too nervous looking you in the eye.

Either way, he's too adorable not to coo at.

"I was imagining this the either way around, but whatever rocks your boat~" you purr. "All you have to do is tell me what you want."

His hips jolt against yours, heat filling his body. As soon as he does though, your free hand stills his hips, fingertips teasing under the hem of his shirt while you look at him expectantly.

He wants to hide again, but you hold him in place. Pinning him against you, not letting him look away, not letting him move.

He wants you so bad.

"Touch me..." He mutters, and your hand slides just a bit higher on his abdomen, your thighs squeezing just a bit tighter around his hips.

It's over for him. He knows as soon as your lips turn up just a bit more into a coy smile. "Where?"

When he doesn't reply soon enough you skim your hand up and over his ribcage. Breathing growing heavy as your other leaves his hair, trailing down his neck and over his shoulder, slipping just beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Here?"

Such a simple touch makes him feel hot.

"Or here?"

Slowly, your hand under his shirt makes its path towards his chest.

He gasps lightly when your fingers tweak over his nipple, delighting in the way he quivers, rutting against you. You click your tongue at him. "You know, I really can't do anything to you until you tell me what you really want." Lips ghost over his ear, nipping lightly at the shell. "Too bad, really. I could take such good care of a cute little virgin like you~"

His voice cracks under the weight of your touch; trying to clear his throat while biting back a moan. "I'm not cute-"

You cut him off with a kiss, tentatively, like you hadn't stolen his breath with a kiss only minutes ago. Like you're afraid to break him.

But he wants you to break him.

The kiss is too short for his taste but it effectively cuts off his thought process, making him nearly dumb against you. Not dumb enough to not catch the smile against his skin, "I'm not cute." But he sounds so cute. It only makes the smile widen, turning your attention to trail kisses down his neck, murmuring between each press of your lips.

"Yes you are." Kiss.

And for some reason, he can't argue.

"Remember?" Kiss.

"I'm...what was it?" Smile, kiss, lick.

"Intolerable?" A pause, but only for a second, taking the moment to drag your tongue across his throat.

"And you're cute," Stopping to suck on the spot where his pulse thrums, feeling his heart beat under your lips.

"And pretty..." Kissing, once again, over the pretty mark you've left on his pale skin.

"And beautiful...and stunning...and..." you pull away, looking to see his eyes hooded and pupils blown. "...not getting anything more until you can tell me what exactly you want here."

You pinch his nipple one more time before pulling away, leaving him cold, whining, grinding desperately between your legs.

He's hard enough, you wonder if he would've cum in his pants if you hadn't stopped.

"I..." he starts and you wait patiently for him to continue. If you've learned anything about Minho, it's that he's nothing if not embarrassed to voice his wants. Especially the ones like this.

You remember how he blushed and couldn't stop wringing his hands when you worked him up to ask to kiss you for the first time.

The way he couldn't look you in the eye, focusing anywhere else.

But he knows by now, you're nothing if not a tease, willing to play the long game to get him to tell you what he wants.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He's so hard though, it hurts. And his skin nearly burns with the need to be touched, to feel you on him again. And all he wants to do is let you have your way with him.

Something that won't happen until he tells you.

"Please," he whines. Though he knows it's not enough. He just wants you. "Please?" On him, touching him, teasing him, kissing him, consuming him. "I need it." pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbones. "Just fuck me, I want you so, so bad." He pants, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Wanted you so bad, for forever now."

God, you can't wait to fuck him.

A grin blooms across your face, one that he can barely process. "Thought you'd never ask baby."

Not before you're pushing him onto his back, onto the soft cushions of the couch, switching your positions before crawling on top of him.

"M' gonna make you see stars baby." You purr, and he can do nothing else but nod dumbly, looking up at you with wide eyes like you're something of a goddess on top of him.

And you will make him see stars. Not yet anyway.

His vision goes hazy though as your hands quickly move to pull his shirt over his head, leaning down to kiss him again.

Deep and hard, filled with promises and care.

You lace your fingers with his against the couch cushions as you kiss down his jaw and down his neck and his chest and-

He gasps when you lick over his nipple, wrapping your lips around one to suck on it lightly.

Your tongue swirls around it, free hand tweaking at the other, making sure not to ignore it.

His cock is so hard, he can feel it throbbing in his sweats. He's sure he's already leaked through his underwear.

He swears he could cum from this alone.

"Don't!" He gasps and you pull away quickly, concern etched across your brow before you see his face clouded with pleasure, mouth hung open to let out breathy moans. "Please don't." He squeezes your hand in his. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."

You melt, filled with the overwhelming need to make him cum by just playing with his nipples. How cute he'd look from having his tits played with.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" You coo.

Maybe another day though. Right now, you'll give him what he wants. What he's wanted for 'forever'.

"Shut up," he scowls though it's quickly wiped away when you pinch his nipple one more time, making him gasp.

Finally, you glance down at his sweats, tenting with his boner. "Well someone's excited for me." Seeing you stare at his crotch makes him excited. His already hard cock twitching in his pants. "You're so sensitive for me, aren't you, Min?"

He hates you so much, covering his face with the back of his arm. The fact that you're only telling the truth makes him want to hide his face into your chest again.

But you're too far away, and too focused on watching his boner through his pants, fascinated by how hard you've made him with so little.

"Please," he whispers, but the way you watch him, eyes full of hunger makes him throb even more.

Somehow, he gets a kick out of you just watching him, softly moaning at his eagerness, as he lets out a hushed whisper, "Please. Please y/n, don't tease me like this. I'm already horny." His legs spread open shamelessly.

"Awe, why? Can you not handle it?" You look up at him, at his blushing face and his needy eyes. You wanna kiss him so bad.

And so you do, getting close to his lips, your warm breath tickling him. Your hand runs over his clothed cock, teasing your nails gently over the head of his dick. His eyes widen as you begin to touch him over the fabric.

But your lips quickly silence him as you kiss him again. He moans into it, the feeling of your hand on his cock, stroking him lightly and your lips on his.

Your tongue pushes through his lips as you stroke him a few more times, squeezing him lightly in a way that has his back arching off the bed, pushing into your hand even more.

Panting, you pull back a little. "Such a good boy for me, Minnie." Before you're pinning his hips to the couch and looking at him one more time for conformation.

Then you pull his sweats and boxers down in one swift movement.

And then he does see stars as you slide yourself over his hips, grinding against his bare cock.

He thinks he tells you he loves you, that he worships you, that he adores you more than anyone on this planet. He thinks his hand squeezes yours so hard that you bring it to your lips, kissing his hand and telling him to relax. He thinks you grind against him slow and gingerly, watching to see his reactions.

Like he'd ever tell you to stop.

He'd rather die.

Shoot him in the head if he ever tell you to stop, because it sure as hell isn't him.

Again, he thinks. But he isn't sure. He isn't sure of anything really right now.

His head is a mess of sensations and feelings, whines pouring from his mouth until you kiss him again and again and again.

Whispering that he's a good boy.

He's going to cum, he's going to cum.

Stars explode behind his eyes as they roll back and he isn't even inside of you yet.

And then you stop.

And he thinks tears might be rolling down his cheeks. He needs you, he needs you so fucking bad.

"Please, please, please." He pants, trying to roll his hips up against you, failing to find any contact as you sit back on your haunches, just out of his reach. "Need you," he gasps. "Need you so bad!"

You push sweaty hair out of his face, kissing the back of his hand one more time before you pull away entirely. He whimpers and you coo. "Be patient baby, just need to do something."

He watches blearily as you pull off your shorts and tries to calm his racing heart and heavy breaths as you roll a condom over his length.

"One more minute baby," you hush as you kiss him. "Are you ready?"

He nods desperately, of course he is. He's waiting for this for so long. He's wanted you for so long. He's going to go insane if you don't-

He gasps.

You groan as you slide down his length, slowly burying him inside of you until he bottoms out.

If he though grinding was intense, this was like nothing he could've ever imagined. His mouth gapes open, an endless stream of whiney moans and needy whimpers flooding into the room, feeding into you as you lift up and sink onto his again, groans of your own mixing with his.

He can't think anymore - he doesn't want to. He only wants to fall into the feeling of your walls squeezing around his dick, warm and wet as you ride him and the feeling of your hand once again finding his.

Whispering into his ear that you love him so much as you turn his head into mush

"I…I can-" Minho tries his best to talk, to tell you how good he feels. He really does, but whenever the thought comes to mind, it just gets cut off with the liquid heat coursing through his veins.

By the intense feeling of everything that is you.

He's an idiot for not asking you to fuck him sooner.

"Yeah, baby?" You chuckle breathlessly when he fails to complete his sentence. "You feel yourself inside?" You bring your interlaced fingers to your lower abdomen, "You feel it?"

All he can do is respond with a loud sob as he nods his head to your question, hips bucking up into you, desperate to chase the high quickly approaching ever since you've touched him.

He's not going to last much longer.

"You fit so well inside me," you murmur.

He's going to cum. Of this, he's sure.

"Please!' He hiccups, but he's not sure what he's pleading for. "P-please!" For more? For less? For something - anything to stave off the inevitable, he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want it to ever end.

You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw. You flutter kisses over his face, so softly compared to how you're fucking him into the couch so roughly.

"I love you, Minho."

"I love you so much!" He pants and squeezes your hand, his other grabbing onto the nape of your neck as he shoves your lips against his.

He's fucking beautiful, you think. Cute and pretty and beautiful, under you, falling apart.

It's the most gorgeous sight you've ever seen, and he's whining your own name against you lips, pleading between sloppy kisses for you to let him cum, to let him cum for you. 

You show your approval with a collision of lips and teeth and tongue as he tips over the edge and you follow suit. He sobs as he cums, shivering violently as waves of pleasure roll over his body, his back lifting into an arch, pushing himself deep into you with a followed whine.

Each moan and whine are muffled by your tongue pushing into his mouth but his hips still grind as he pushes himself into overstimulation, whining until you have mind enough to still his hips.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, chests heaving, both catching your breath as you pull away, looking at him.

"Minho?" His eyes are shut and his cheeks are painted red. "You okay baby?"

He murmurs something you don't catch, but you don't tease as you push the hair out of his face, sweat-soaked and tired, kissing his forehead once.

You make a move to get up off of him but he only wraps his arms around you, holding you in place. "Don't leave," he whispers, looking up at you with tired eyes. "Just stay, please. For a little bit?"

His sleepy eyes make your heart skip a beat. "Who are you and where's my Minho?" You tease softly, but give in nonetheless.

"Fuck you." But his tone is with filled with anything but malice, as he nuzzles into you like a happy cat.

"I just did." You giggle.

"I love you so much." He mutters, kissing your shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."

"And I love you too."

a/n: I did it ^-^, who's proud of me!! also haven't written reader being penetrated in a looooong time, so if it's shit, oh well :p

pls leave feedback, i need motivation to finish my other teaser fics😭

[pixie-felix]

Lee Felix Definitely Doesn't Have a Mommy Kink.

Word count: 1.5k

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

Heavily inspired by this by @emdaudied

Smut under the cut. Minors dni.

“I do NOT have a mommy kink.”

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

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

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

“It was literally last night.”

“I was distracted.”

“You were distracted… thinking about your mommy?”

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

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

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

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

“I DON'T HAVE A MOMMY KINK!”

“...wanna prove that?”

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

“Are you going to be a good boy now?"

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

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

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

His moan is music.

But you like it better when he uses his words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's a mess.

Oh, the beautiful agony of edgeplay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe for Christmas.

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

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

Well, his wish is your command.

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

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

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

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

You're going to make him say it.

It won't be long now.

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

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

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

“Mmm-mm-mmm…”

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

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

“Is there something you want, baby?”

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

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

There's a reason cowgirl is a classic.

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

He breaks.

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

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

He knows what you want.

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

“Mommyyyy….”

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

“Use me mommy. Use me. Please.”

Well, how could you refuse?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The faster you bounce, the louder he pleads.

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

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

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

That's what sends you over.

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

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

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

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

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

He's a good boy.

“Such a good boy.”

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

“...a good boy with a mommy fetish.”

Felix groans and hides his face in your neck.

“Shut up.”

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[jilixthinker]

SKZ AS SUBS - MAKNAE LINE 🥀

as the self-proclaimed sub!skz ambassador, i felt the need to share my version to the internet just because this was boiling inside of my brain for too long, so... i am sorry ♡

content warning: sub!skz, dom!fem reader, unprotected sex, mention of subspace, dacryphilia, perv tendencies, overstimulation, light BDSM, boob sucking, mommy kink, noona kink, anal play (m receiving), cross dressing, feet play, lactation kink, food play, dumbification, pet play, choking, breeding kink, cum play, virgin, reversed corruption kink, sex toys, masturbation, oral sex (both receiving)

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

➛ Han

- whiny™️. the word whiny was created for hannie himself. he becomes a sobbing mess after just one second of you touching him, even if it's not sexual;

- dacryphilia will soon become one of your biggest kinks, even if you didn't explore it before meeting him. he cries, pants, sobs and hiccups at every slight friction and will plead to not to stop, ever;

- tears are not the only thing making your boy messy. because he also drools. a lot. he does it when he is on top of you, face hidden in the crook of your neck, and when it's you topping him, cheek pressed into the soaked pillow under his head;

- with hannie you are gonna have multiple rounds almost everytime. he doesn't last too much, poor angel, because he is always overwhelmed with how warm and tight and wet you feel and he just cannot hold himself. he recovers very fast though, and he will happily suck you into his mouth in those few minutes of waiting;

- be prepared, because he is horny 24/7, and gets pussydrunk very quickly. he is up to anything you can give him? handjob before going to work? quickie in the restroom? filthy audios to keep him satiated? he wants it all;

- he has slight perv tendencies. it's consensual of course, and you told him multiple times that you are perfectly fine with everything he does, but he likes to pretend you don't know. the rush of adrenaline he gets by stealing your panties to bring them to work and taking dirty photos of you when you are not looking makes him feel dirty, and he likes it;

- since he cums really quickly and he is very horny all the times, i can see him being into overstimulation. he will beg you to keep circling the palm of your hand on his cockhead until he almost squirms away, and then he will cum for a second time in a few seconds;

- he has a filthy mouth, and he won't shut up under any circumstance. your neighbors probably hate you;

- he likes to be as submissive and yours as possible. he loves being your little toy to play with, and he will often ask you to finger his mouth as if it was his pussy, and to tie him so he cannot move to much and be completely under your control;

- he prefers when you ride him. he loves seeing you ravishing him and milk him dry, but especially because he just can't get enough of your boobs. when you stay on top he can bury his face on them and suckle at your nipples until your chest is all covered in drool;

- kind of obvious but he has a mommy kink/noona kink, and calling you that while you are fucking him makes his brain feel floaty and fuzzed. "Please noona, oh f-fuck, please - ah nnghh - p-please mama, mommy, let me cum, mama - uhh".

- he is into anal play, but for him. hannie will ask you to finger him, fuck him with your strap, rim him and put a plug in his cute wiggly butt at least once a week. he feels like your princess like that, he cannot help it.

➛ Felix

- here we have him, angel boy lixie. the softest, the sweetest, the embodiment of love. just a look at him and you would give him the entire universe;

- just as binnie, i think that also felix would be into cross dressing. he buys all the pink lacey underwear that he can find on the internet, and he pairs them with pleated skirts and high stokings;

- he will also add a few cute ribbons on his hair, and maybe a little bit of make up too. a rosey eyeshadow, shiny highlighter and glossy lipstick, better if sticky. he will let you fuck him without taking anything off, just pull the panties apart and slide his puffy cockhead on your folds until he cums prettily all over himself;

- he loves you so much he almost worships you. whenerver he is intimate with you, you will always find him looking at you fondly, tears almost prickling his eyes. he cannot help it, he just feels so much when you are together that he cannot believe how lucky he is;

- lixie has particular kinks, but he loves every single inch of you, and he will make sure to let you know. i have the feeling he would love feet stuff a little bit more than he wants to admit. especially when you are chilling on the sofa together, and your sole presses too close to his groin. he always feels a little aroused and filthy for the fact he enjoys this kind of stimulation;

- another mommy kink enthusiast here. he loves being cuddled and pampered by you. the nickname falls naturally out of his lips whenever you give him pleasure, and he sounds so innocent while doing it that it becomes an habit also out of the bedroom;

- lixie loves your breasts. he massage them to fall asleep and he suck on them as a comfort whenever he feels a little bit overwhelmed or fuzzy into his headspace. he like to be babied like that, to be lulled in your arms while he suckles softly on your nipples with pouted lips;

- and this led to his lactation kink. he is not ashamed of asking you to pretend to brestfeed him whenever he is stressed out. "b-baby please, gimme your milk, it was an awful day, p-please";

- he will need a lot of physical touch, such as holding hands, hugging and kissing. He loves every position in which he can be as close to you as he can;

- he wants and gives baby talk all the time. every cute nickname is okay for him, but his favorite are love, angel, sweetheart and sugar;

- definively into food play. he will take every chance to play with you while cooking and baking, sweet hiccups while you twirl your tongue on the head of his honey-dripping cock and lap at his sweet balls underneath;

- talks in 3rd person while in subspace. "uh- mommy, a-angel.. lix -uggghn- l-lixie is cumming, oh god, lixie is c-cumming".

➛ Seungmin

- i am a strong believer that seungmin is the hardest sub of all the boys. whenever he is in the bedroom his personality will shift drastically until he becomes a brainless needy thing;

- minnie is always so stoic and composed in real life that he just needs to let go. sex for him is the only way he can empty his head and give you the absolute control of his body;

- that's why he immediately falls into his subspace as soon as you get intimate with each other. he cannot conceive any other way of loving you than to give you complete power over him;

- i can see him being into light humiliation and dumbification. minnie needs to be useful for you and he will do anything to fulfill your desires. he gets off on the feeling of being your toy and your sexual object, and the embarassment he feels whenever you call him your dumb thing makes his head spin;

- for this exact reason, he is into pet play as well. he loves to be reduced as a silly puppy who needs to earn his treats. whenever you make him kneel in front of you to take food directly from your hands, his cock is always red and leaky against his lap. you often let him hump your calf and stop him just before he cums just to see him crying and pleading for you;

- after a few months, he will probably ask you to explore choking on him. you establish a few rules and safe words before you try that, and the way he just mewls while you lightly restrain his breath will convince you to do it more often;

- minnie needs to be owned. he will ask you to give him a tiny collar with your name on it, and he will wear it everywhere, even at work, hidden under his clothes;

- he always follows your orders diligently, but he enjoys his punishments a little bit too much as well. he pretends not to, because he wants to be your good pup, but he cannot hide the way his wet cock almost drools with precum every time your hand slap the soft fat of his butt, or the back of his balls;

- being so utterly in love with you, he will quickly develop a breeding kink. he cannot hold himself whenever he hears your voice tempting him, and he will cum the hardest if you combine it with a little degradation. "is my little pup ready to breed? mmh... i'm not sure. dumb pup is so weak to fill me up with his cum, isn't he? but you can try, puppy, you can try stuffing me full of your babies."

- and, of course, he is the weakest for cum play. especially if you let him lap his own release out of your folds after he emptied his load inside of you;

- another non verbal baby. as soon as you start pleasuring him, he will not be able to form a single sentence anymore. just sighs, sobs, soft moans and mewls;

➛ I.N

- here we go, another sub enthusiast here!! sweet, lovely innie is so happy of being with you that just cannot wait to try everything that he can;

- i can see him being a virgin before meeting you. not because he didn't have the opportunity of experiencing sex with anyone, but because he wanted to wait for his true love and be as confortable as possible;

- that's why he quickly develops a reversed corruption kink. innie wants - no, he needs - you to ruin him for good. he wants to feel little and inexperienced under your gaze. he wants to know that you are there for him, to teach him and guide him until he knows how to pleasure and be pleasured;

- after the first stages, he becomes unsatiable. he will ask for you to fuck him multiple times a day. poor baby will make up for all the time he lost!;

- he wants to try as many sex toys as he can. he will probably buy a bunch randomly without even know how to use them, and then place them neatly on your bed while waiting for you to show him the way they work;

- he gets pussydrunk pretty fast. he loves eating you out and fingering you the most. as soon as he is confident enough, he will ask you to sit on his face and ride his tongue until you cum on him;

- the prettiest soft grunts while you ride him or you manhandle him, "uh, nnnngh, ff-fuck, ahhh, oh g-god";

- thigh guy for sure. he goes crazy every time he sees you in a short skirt or in a tight pair of jeans. he will look at your legs so much he will almost go crossed-eye and will mentally pray for you to suffocate him with them as soon as you come back home;

- he loves to watch you masturbating. he will sit obediently at the foot of your bed, enraptured by the schlick sound of your fingers pushing in and out of your wet pussy, baby boy almost salivating at the sight;

- call him a simple guy, but he cums the hardest with sloppy blowjobs. he knows he has to stay still, but he usually cannot handle it till you give him permission and will end up thrusting in your mouth just a couple of times before you smack his ass and bring him back to his place;

- another noona lover here. he just loves the feeling of your experienced hands guiding him into pure bliss and to be called your pretty little boy;

- "noona, what was that? oh-ohhh g-god that feels amazing, p-please do it again."

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[lollixp0p]

The Video (18+)

Pairing: Best friend!Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Genre: Smut (MDNI), bit of feelings

Word count: just under 3k!

Warnings: Idol!au, subby!Hyunjin, slightly perv!reader, recording, (maybe a bit dub con because he doesn't mean to send it but reader watches it anyway), mommy kink, masturbation (both but separately), Hyunjin fantasizes about reader, reader fantasizes about Hyunjin, lmk if I missed anything!!

Summary: Hyunjin finally gets some alone time after weeks of hard work and decides to use his time to... relax. The next day he ends up sending you something on accident that sets off a big change in your lives, with or without either of you really realising.

Note: My first ever fic!! :3 Inspired by a video I saw on phub. (@cbini (Ems isn't on Tumblr rn she still wanted to be tagged so I hope it's ok), @comet-falls, @hyunsvngs, @mnwrld and @skz-hell lmao hello everyone, writing blog reveal!!😁 here's this fic I've mention to all of you as an anon<3 (depending on who you are I'm either ❄️anon, 🐾anon or sounding anon😳)). To anyone reading this please give me literally any feedback (comment, reblog, anything!), I want to know if this is good or not since it's my first fic🙏😣

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

It's been exactly three weeks since Hyunjin's had any time for just himself, though it feels like months at this point.

Recently everyone's been running around like headless chickens and between vocal trainings, dance practices and the studio, there hasn't been much time to just relax and recharge. Preparing for a new album really is the busiest time of an idols life.

There hasn't even been time to see family or friends, which is common during busy spells like this, but always dissapointing to think about. Now even more so, with how much he's been wishing to spend time with you, one of his closest friends... who also happens to be his crush. Not that he'd ever let you know though, not in a very long time.

It feels almost like a blessing, getting back to the dorms from practice late in the evening and realising... he's got the place all for himself, at least until his roommates get back from the studio.

Changbin had messaged him earlier, telling him that they'd probably be there well past midnight, so there was no use waiting up for them. To him though, this was the very opposite of an issue. With that much free time, he'd definitely be able to... make himself comfortable, so to speak.

See, not having time to relax also means he'd basically had no time to get off. The best he'd been able to do had been quick little sessions barely once a week in the shower right before passing out on his bed from the exhaustion of working hard.

The realisation that he'd be able to do anything he wants during his time alone is enough to get his dick twitching in his jeans and he decides the shower can wait until later.

Hyunjin goes to his room and locks the door after himself even though he's alone, it's just become a habit after so many years living with his members. He sets his bag down next to his bed and thinks through his plan.

Hyunjin has a little secret, which is that he loves recording himself do dirty things that range from more vanilla to much less vanilla. Something about the thrill of being recorded even if no one will ever see it just... makes him so fucking horny.

He opens the camera of his phone, puts it to video mode and presses record. Moving his hand off the lense and setting it down where he normally sets it, on the carefully placed pile of books on his desk, he sits down on his bed.

"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", Hyunjin sighs with a pout and brushes his hair out of his eyes. He knows the camera won't see it though because he's made sure the stand, his pile of books, is at a level that cuts off his head perfectly.

Hyunjins hands run down his body slowly and he exhales deeply, just loud enough to get picked up by his phone. Once they reach his jeans he unbuttons them, unzips the zipper, then pulls the jeans down just enough to expose his underwear. Hyunjin pulls his shirt up over his stomach to be held in place under his chin, rubs his hand over his bulge and hums.

It's been so long since the last time he's been able to take his time making himself feel good. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's getting hard.

He takes his dick out his boxers and then spits on the palm of his right hand. It's dirty and wet but it just turns him on even more. He grabs his dick with the hand and slowly moves his fist up and down, to spread the saliva and precum all over his dick to make the slide easier and wetter but to also get himself to full hardness.

"A-ah, ohh... that's so good... Feels-fuck, feels so good", Hyunjin sighs. It really won't take him too long to cum, he just knows it. He's been pent up for far too long.

He tries to think of something to help his issue and immediately thinks of you, no matter how embarrassed or dirty it makes him feel.

When you first started showing up in the dirtiest corners of his mind he felt so ashamed. Now it doesn't matter to him anymore. You'll never find out so why feel bad?

He continues to move his hand on his dick while thinking of you. The last time the two of you had time to hang out together you'd worn the lowest cut shirt he'd ever seen on you. He had tried so hard to act normal around you but whenever you bent down he'd been able to see into your shirt.

"Haah, fuck..." , he squeezes himself a little harder at the memory. Everytime you moved he could see your bra poking out from the top, black and lacy. The entire time he'd been doing his best to not bust in his pants. Oh, what he'd give to be able to see your tits. They always looked so soft and they'd probably fit perfectly into his palms.

Whenever the both of you would hang out at yours, watching movies and just hanging out, you never bothered to wear a bra. Why would you? It is your house where you want to be as comfortable as possible.

The feeling of laying down on your couch watching a movie with you on top of him, in just a t-shirt, will end up driving him mad one day. Everytime he'd felt your nipples poking into him he'd almost moaned out loud.

"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!", he lets out pathetically, moving his fist faster. God he just wants you to use him, to do anything you want to him. The thought makes him whine desperately.

One of the most common fantasies for him is you on top of him using him to get off, not caring about if he's close or not. You'd sit on his face and ride it until you cum. He could probably cum untouched like that. All he'd need was tasting you and seeing you cum, just for him.

All the sudden he remembers the phone recording him and he shudders. He imagines what your reaction would be to seeing him like this. Would you be disgusted or delighted? Would you tell him what to do and how to touch himself? Maybe you'd touch him... He hopes you would.

"Mommy... please touch me, aah- oh!", he runs his thumb over the head of his cock just right and his thighs twitch but he keeps them open, in perfect view to the camera.

Throwing his head back he imagines you riding him. You'd be so tight and wet around him. Maybe you'd tie his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be able to touch you... he'd really like that. You'd feel godly around him, Hyunjin thinks.

"Fuck, oh fuck! Mommy I'm-haah, I'm so close, please!", his dick twitches desperately. You're so gorgeous, to him you're the sexiest person he's ever seen. He feels himself getting so close that tears spring to his eyes.

"Ah- 'm gonna... mommy, gonna cum...!", he whines out long and loud. It takes Hyunjin two more strokes to let go and he cums the hardest he's cum in weeks. He doesn't even register whispering your name. Hyunjin leans back on his left hand and keeps stroking himself through it.

The feeling is overwhelming, so much so that his thighs start twitching pathetically and the tears in the corners of his eyes fall. He's getting incredibly overstimulated but he keeps going, wanting to keep enjoying the feeling, just a bit more.

He squeezes himself one last time and suddenly everything on him feels gross and dirty. He's just had the best orgasm in weeks so it's no surprise that he came a lot, everywhere. He even managed to get some on his chin.

"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone. It takes a while for him to come down from the high, the twitchiness and the feeling of euphoria lingering in his body. Once he's capable of standing up again he stops the video.

With his body feeling like jelly, he takes off all his clothes, drops them into his hamper and prepares to shower, at last.

Hyunjin wakes up to his alarm the next day feeling more refreshed than he's felt in weeks. He shuts off the still ringing alarm and quickly gets up from his bed to get dressed and go eat breakfast.

Checking the calendar on his phone to make sure he knows his schedule for today, he makes a note of one thing; he'd have a lot of time alone at the dorms today too, since he's only got a dance practice and a recording session today, which obviously means 3racha will stay behind to stress about their songs while Hyunjin can return early. Maybe this time he should continue the latest piece of art he's been working on after he gets back?

Hyunjin gets through the day well enough.

After eating breakfast he messages you a "Good morning pretty <3 please remember to drink water!" like every morning when he has time for it. He gets to the practice room only five minutes late, which is a record this early in the morning, because usually he ends up sleeping in at least ten minutes (which makes Chan scold him for being such a heavy sleeper).

He does well at practice, even though he ends up a little exhausted. That's nothing new though, with how hard they always work to be the best they can be.

The rest of the members leave to take a break but Hyunjin decides to stay behind to film the solo choreography he's been working on for fun. Once he's happy with how it's turned out, it's time for him to go record his lines.

The recording session goes smoothly, without hundreds of retakes and everyone's satisfied with the result. Afterwards they decide to order some take-out, as a reward for a job well done... and also because they're all feeling too lazy to even think about going to the dorms to cook.

While eating Hyunjin finally realises to check his phone again. "Good morning, take care of yourself too!! :)" is your response to what he sent earlier. It's nothing more than a kind response but it makes him grin to himself like the fool in love he is.

"Yaaah!! Hyunjinnieee, what's making you smile so beautifully?", Changbin leans towards him with his signature flirting-with-Hyunjin grin, mouth half full of rice.

"It's nothing," Hyunjin responds back to him cheeks red, "and don't talk with your mouth full hyung... Do you not have any respect?"

Changbin decides to drop it in favor of eating more delicious food.

"Oh come on... we wanna know!!", Han pouts at him from his seat on the couch in the room. Hyunjin shoves another mouthful of food in his mouth to avoid the embarrassement of explaining how a single text messaged from you manages to make his heart beat out of his chest.

Once Hyunjin's done eating he's free to go back to the dorms and just like he suspected the rest of his dormmates stay behind to work some more, although they all whine at him to stay to explain the previous mystery. He declines and they all keep their sad puppydog eyes on him until he's out the door.

He keeps texting you during his ride, all the way to the dorms. Once he's in his room Hyunjin decides to just change into some clean clothes. He's too excited to talk to you and get to painting, he can wash up later.

He lays in his bed to keep texting you and at some point your conversation changes from how your day's been going to talking about dancing and he mentions how he just today filmed a new choreography bit he's made for fun.

❣️:

Can I see what you've been working on? :)

I'm sure it's really good, you always are!!

Jinnie:

Well... since you asked so nicely😉

[video sent]

Quickly sending the video Hyunjin exits out the messaging app, feeling so giddy he can't help but squirm around on his bed. He still can't believe someone like you could be interested in seeing him dance.

It might seem like a small thing for most but he feels himself turning red just thinking about the way you look at him while he talks about something so important to him. It makes the butterflies in his stomach every time you're near go crazy. It's so attentive, like you actually care and are interested in his interests... and maybe even...?

'No' , he thinks to himself. There's probably no way you could ever actually be interested in him, not in the same way he's interested in you at least.

He leaves his phone charging and finally gets out of bed to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He'd need it if he wanted to stay up late to work on his newest art piece.

Hearing the familiar 'ping' notification of receiving a message makes you open your phone again and just like you thought, Hyunjin had sent you the video of his latest masterpiece of a choreography. Not waiting a second you press the video just to see.... Hyunjin take his hand off the camera and set the phone down on the desk in his room he draws on. He sits down on the edge of his bed and says something, you aren't really sure what, because the volume's too low. In confusion you turn it up more.

Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair out his face, probably. You can't see it though, because the camera cuts his face perfectly off frame. Suddenly his hands run down his body to the button on his jeans. He opens it and starts undoing the zipper next. You just look at the video in shock. 'He isn't about to... to take them off is he?', you think to yourself, just as he pulls the jeans down enough to expose his white boxers and then palms his bulge.

Should you stop watching? Keep watching? How long has it even been playing? How long does it keep playing? While you wonder this you almost miss Hyunjin pull his hard dick out of his underwear and spit on his palm and... Oh God...

You've now done something you can never take back. The downright sinful view of his cock is something you don't think you're ever going to be able to forget. How do you even face him after this? After watching him grasp his dick in his hand and pump it a couple of times to spread the spit and precum around.

You exit the video, panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. Your other hand rushes to your face to feel your cheeks. They're burning and feel like you've been standing out in the sun for hours, when in reality all you've done is accidentally watch your best friend play with himself.

You struggle to decide what to do with the video and in the end save the video without much thinking, then delete the message of it and decide to notify him of his mistake. As long as he doesn't know you saved it, it should be fine, right?

It takes Hyunjin less than 10 minutes to make and get the coffee. He returns to his room humming the tune of a song he's had on repeat recently. Setting the coffee down on the desk and taking his phone off from the charger he notices new messages from you.

❣️:

Uhm...😕

Hyunjin, I don't think you meant to send that.

He looks at his screen confused. What did you mean by that? He...

Oh God.

Did he send the wrong video?

Frantically opening the video he sent earlier he sees himself, in video, move his hand off the phone camera and set it down the desk near his bed and sit down. Oh no...

"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", video Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair from his eyes. His head may be out of frame but he clearly remembers pouting while saying this. He watches himself slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, adjusting them so that his boxers are clearly visible in frame. In the video his hand drifts towards his crotch slowly, teasingly.

He quickly exits the video and promptly shoves his head under his pillow and yells. He'd accidentally sent the wrong video while hurrying to get a cup of coffee. How could he have messed up this bad? In his panic, it takes him a moment to respond.

Jinnie:

Oh god

I'm so sorry!!

Please don't watch that!

❣️:

Don't worry!!!

I stopped watching the moment you started unzipping your pants😖

I saw nothing, promise!🙏 It's been deleted already!! 

Little does he know though, you'd kept the video. You're not really sure why, but subconciously your brain keeps screaming' to finish it later, of course'.

...

Fuck it, you don't think you can wait until later.

Taking a deep breath, you open your gallery to find the video he sent you. You hesitate for a second but press play anyway. You can feel how you're already soaking through your underwear but pay no mind to it yet.

You watch him do the things you've seen already, all the way until he spits in his hand... and you pause the video. 'Is it right to watch this? I mean, he didn't mean to even send it...', you think to yourself.

But the thought of seeing him touch himself, to hear him make the sweetest noises you could ever in your wildest dreams imagine him making drives you on.

Pressing play again you dip your fingers into your pants. You rub yourself over your underwear and oh my god... you can't believe the wetness you feel after less than a minute of watching the video. You focus on the phone you're holding in your other hand and finally move your fingers into your underwear to directly touch your pussy.

On your screen you see Hyunjin start to stroke himself faster, the head of his dick a dark pink, you can feel his desperation through the screen. Without thinking you move your fingers to your clit and start rubbing it in circles, aided by the wetness of your leaking pussy.

He moans out loud and even though you can't hear it through the fog in your head, you know he's desperate. You move your fingers down to your hole and dip two of them in. You're so wet you barely need to even stretch yourself out and then he does it.

"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!"

You push your fingers deeper and your pussy lets out he lewdest squelch which in turn makes you close your eyes desperately in pleasure. 'Mommy? When he masturbates he calls out for mommy??', the thought makes you lose your mind. You think about what it would be like if he called you mommy in the throes of pleasure.

You want to make him follow every command you give him. The way he'd look up at you on his knees with you standing above him. Maybe you could make him suck on a strap? He'd look so ridiculously delicious with his mouth full, drool dripping down his cheeks.

You add another finger and start rubbing at your clit with your thumb at the same time. The feeling makes you whimper and imagine his hands on you, teaching him how to touch you perfectly. You're getting so close and you remember to focus your screen again.

Hyunjin looks absolutely disheveled. His dick is red and throbbing, you can tell he's getting close. His voice is another thing that gives him away. He's whiny and his voice keeps cracking every time he opens his mouth. Hyunjin bucks into his hand and moans.

"... mommy, gonna cum...!", he strokes himself twice more and then finally cums. You're so close it's maddening. All the sudden you hear him... whisper your name?

It makes you go off the edge and your entire body clenches and seizes while you silently cry out from all the pleasure you're feeling. Your walls suck in your fingers with how you're clenching around them. On the screen Hyunjin twitches violently, working himself through the end of his orgasm.

You pull your fingers out of yourself and slump down on your bed exhausted, but the last 20 seconds of the video that's now over haunts you. Did you hear him right?

You gather strength to pick up your phone again and rewind the video to the part where he cums and turn the volume almost all the way up. Admittedly you end up fixating on the way his dick looks and face twists in pleasure when he cums and then he says, or more like whisper your name. Your brain blanks.

"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone, sits in place for a bit to properly come down and then gets up to stop the video.

You're wet, confused and you can feel your heart beat out of your chest. What do you do now? How can you ever face him normally after that... Does he feel the same way you do? Is he sure he didn't mean to send it?

It's all too much to think about, so you decide that instead of thinking about it you'll clean yourself up and... crawl into a hole where no one will ever find you. Probably. The only thing you know for sure is you definitely won't be sleeping tonight.

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[kaysungshine]

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

THIS is what I mean when I say Hyunjin is a hard/bratty dom

That 'come here' with the hand signal whilst he's got that smirk on his face??

This is what happens if you've been a brat and he's finally had enough...

'No come here bunny, you wanna tease me than you gotta take what you give...'

[byuntrash101]

clutch. - 이페릭스.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he did.

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

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

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

“Mate, I don’t even know”

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

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

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

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

“Good night, Lixie” you whispered.

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

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

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

[Attachment received: for_the_goat_my_lixie.jpg]

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

You are so beautiful. 

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

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

[incoming audio call: staydreamgurl]

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

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

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

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

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

“Liar” you said, tit for tat.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna jack off to it” 

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

“How?”

“W-what, what do you mean?”

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

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

“You want help?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nowww, Felix. Cum. Cum with me”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, next time I’ll let you feel me”.

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

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Once bitten, twice shy. // Han Jisung (m)

—Pairing [ Shy!Han Jisung x Reader ]

—Genre [ Smut, fluff, angst, University AU, Slice of Life ]

—Summary [ He’s shy number one and you’re shy number two, tiptoeing around each other despite the efforts of your friends you remain dense and it doesn’t help that he can’t act normal around you. Fortunately the universe is on your side and here to make all your wishes come true.]

—Warnings [ insane amout of mention of shy, embarassing and awkward is used in this work, shy and crybaby jisung, first time, oral (f and m rec.) unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk ]

—Word Count [ 11,8k ] — The story got out of hand, read my other skz fanfiction -> gifted comfort (m) I don't have an skz masterlist for now, but I'll make one if I write more, for now, I only have two works but I would definitely want to write more about other members too!

You always liked the shy types. Cute ones who blush when someone flirts with them, a guy who doesn't realise how gorgeous he is. A man who’s unaware of how attractive he is even if women try to get his attention he’s blind to all advances. Han Jisung is exactly it.

The only problem is you. Your questionable taste in men is bad for your heart. You're not brave enough to flirt with him even if he's exactly your type. Opposites attract well, you wouldn’t know as you are both circling around each other like moths to a flame.

You can't muster up the courage to ask him out and he surely won't walk up to you asking you out on a dinner date.

Liking shy guys is a curse running through your family line, knowing that you're a coward scoring Jisung is like a one-in-a-million possibility. Girls braver than you asked for his number and got rejected, beautiful outgoing girls. You're not a mind reader but you doubt he declined their invitation because he's not interested in girls. You know that feeling well, that insecure feeling that you're so inexperienced that it feels awkward to try but for Jisung you would endure the awkwardness of it all.

It's depressing that he's so close yet so far away. He's only two tables down from where you sit. Instead of studying like you intended you keep staring at his handsome face. Han scrunches his nose when he's concentrating and his round reading glasses slip down his button nose, he pushes it up with his index finger before scratching behind his ear and flipping a page. You can watch him all day and not be tired of it but you remind yourself that if you do that you’ll be creepy.

"How long are you planning to ogle at him? It’s getting creepy." You dart over to your friend, eyes big, like a deer caught in headlights. Is she reading your mind? It became natural to look for him everywhere so you often don't realise your little habit. You look down at your textbook forgetting what you were reading. It’s so embarassing getting caught.

"Are you being shy now? You creep." You know your friend is teasing you about your little crush on him but you still pout. You don't want to be a creep and you don’t find her entertainment funny at the least.

"I was just lost in my thoughts." Even you know that it's a poor attempt to make an excuse.

"Sure, you were. More like lost in his eyes." You groan when she keeps pulling your leg. To be fair she's the most supportive of your little crush out of your friends’ group. Being Felix's girlfriend and a close friend of Jisung she knows more about how deep your interest runs unlike your other friends who probably think this is just a temporary thing.

She offered to be your wingwoman numerous times considering the connection, but you declined out of fear. You don't want to appear as a mess in front of Jisung and considering how shy he can get things would get awkward real soon since you will be overly conscious of him.

"Let's study, okay? We can't fail this exam." You get serious as you glare at the textbook trying to focus. You don't want to talk about Jisung, every time she brings him up and tries to make you confess you tell her that's not happening and the circle repeats itself.

She's very consistent. You give her that, and you know that she means well by it, so you're not annoyed. It’s just scary, gathering the courage to ask him out is more than you could handle.

"Explain this to me, please?" You chuckle at her antics but grateful for the distraction. Even without her convincing eyelash flutters, you would help her.

Thankfully after you explained some terms to her you were able to bounce back to studying without the urge to look in a particular direction where a boy with curly hair sits. His fit today looks so comfy that you want to cuddle him. There's a little smirk on your face when you imagine how he would jump at your hug get all red by the ears and stutter your name.

The big difference between you and Jisung’s shyness is that you’re only shy until you’re unsure. If by chance you could confirm that he likes you too you would be able to make a move maybe.

You're so hopeless(ly in love) that you can't deny when Jisoo calls you a fool for daydreaming again. At least in your head things turn out the way you imagine them; the real world is too scary to live in. It's much more comfortable to think about dating him than asking him out for real.

Also, what's the possibility that he won't reject you too?

You only exchange greetings since your friend's group interact on occasion. Jisoo and Felix are inseparable most times so of course since you're her best friend and he's Felix's best friend you tag along as third and fourth wheels but he never tries to initiate a conversation with you. He can hardly answer you when you do ask him a question.

The things you know about him are mostly learnt from his friends who are friendly to you. Recently you tried to avoid get-togethers because you get jealous of how easily he converses with his friends but barely looks at you without looking like a cornered animal, you swear you’re not trying to eat him. He can joke around and talk just fine with the boys, and you hate that you're not included in that circle.

It's stupid because you always say how cute his awkwardness is towards girls, but you hate that about him sometimes.

You're aware of how delusional you are to hope that he would try. You want him to like you enough that he would endure the awkwardness.

A shadow appears over the books as you explain the content to Jisoo she brightens up when she sees her boyfriend. He probably came to collect Jisung but spotted you two in the library.

"Hello girls, care to join us for lunch?" Felix greets you with a friendly wave before pecking his girlfriend. Behind him, Jisung waves a little to the both of you as you say hi.

There's no room for you to object as she agrees on your behalf immediately. You listen to their chatter as you gather your things following the couple to a nearby cafe. As usual, you and Jisung don't talk even when walking side by side so you can give the lovebirds some room. Before the silence can get stifling Jisoo asks you what you will get to eat and you smoothly join the talk about food.

You're not that hungry so you order a chicken salad and coffee while she opts for a pizza slice and the boys get burgers with cola. You don't give it a second thought as you slide in beside Jisung at the booth.

Knowing that Jisoo would like to sit beside Felix. You take pride in how nonchalant you can appear on the outside even if your heart is beating like crazy inside your chest.

You ignore the pang in your chest as he twitches beside you.

"I can't wait for the movie night! I chose a film that you will both like, y/n, you will come this time? Right?" Felix is so enthusiastic that Jisoo has to wipe his face with a napkin to avoid getting ketchup everywhere. She complains that he’s gross but you can see the heart eyes.

"I'm not sure. I will come by if I have the time." You offer politely, not wanting to outright reject the invitation. You're hesitant to attend, and it's not because of his friends—they are nice and funny—it's just that you don't want to bring down the mood by getting pointlessly jealous.

"You said that last time too! You must come. The others asked about you too." He's acting like a baby whining like that. You can't help but laugh at how funny it is as he tries to throw a tantrum.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing us. I will make sure to drag her out, okay?" Jisoo puts an end to his act by pushing some fries into his mouth and you lose the opportunity to make up excuses as a new topic comes up. You talk about classes and plans to go to the gym. It was a very peaceful afternoon. Or so you thought.

You didn't think that things could get any more uncomfortable between you than this.

Walking side by side in complete silence. After you finished lunch Jisoo and Felix decided to go back to the dorms to spend some time alone and that's fine, they're a couple after all. However, you were not ready when Felix suggested Jisung walk you home to your apartment. It's not even that late to be concerned for your safety. If you had to guess they schemed again to get you two to spend some alone time together. You hate when they do that since each time they try it doesn't go how they intend it to be. You can't put the blame entirely on Jisung because you're not much better. This tension is killing you.

"Sorry, they roped you into this." You sigh, it puts a damper on your mood as you scurry for things to blurt out, you can't help but feel down whenever he becomes unresponsive. You had to say something, anything to break this heavy silence.

"N-No, it's fine." He avoids your eyes when you try to make contact. His robotic response is like a knife twisted in your heart. After so many failed conversations you started to think that he's maybe not shy just simply doesn't like you.

No matter how awkward he is with girls at least he tries to reply to be polite but with you, he always feels kinda reluctant.

"You don't have to lie I know you probably don't like being around me." You can't help the pout that follows your bitter statement. You're so upset for no reason that your usual nerves around him seem to evaporate. It feels like you lost all chance with him, so the words come out easier today.

You look ahead momentarily lost, wallowing in your self-pity party that you don't realise how fast he turns his head your way, eyes wide open in surprise. Jisung can tell by your mood that things are going in a weird direction, he’s speechless, he wants to deny your claims but no words leave his mouth.

"W- What? Why would... why would you think that? It's not..." Jisung stutters through his words the more he tries to say the more unsure he is how to express it. His face could be red from the cold but were his ears red before? This might be the first time he keeps eye contact with you that lasts more than five seconds. Round in utter disbelief.

"It was pretty obvious. You never talk to me, and you avoid me. Everyone says that you're just shy but even if you're shy you try to continue the conversation, but it feels like you're running away every time I show up." It feels good to finally get the frustration that built up out of your system. Even if you sound pitiful this is how you've been feeling. It hurt more considering your hidden feelings for him.

His mouth opens and closes without saying anything. He looks like he would rather let the ground swallow him than say another word to you.

His silence is confirmation enough. You know you shouldn't take your anger out on him it's normal that not everyone likes you. It's best if you leave first, it should make things easier for him too.

"My apartment is just around the corner, so you don't have to come along. Thank you for walking with me." Without waiting for a reply, you power walk out of there.

What were you even thinking? Dumping your feelings like that on him. Even if he doesn't like you, it will be inevitable to cross paths since your friends are dating. You shouldn't have said anything. You should have just endured the silence and shouldered through with your emotions.

Jisung stood there even though you were long gone.

He felt like the biggest idiot out there. This was all a misunderstanding and instead of denying your claims he just stuttered like a fool not making anything clear in the end. You looked so hurt too.

He wanted to go after you but after taking a few steps ahead he realised that he had no idea where you lived.

Jisung walked back to his dorm with a long face, acting like a kicked puppy as he put his shoes aside. He's not surprised to find Felix at home knowing that the little stunt he pulled was most likely to get you two together alone.

"What's with your face? Don't tell me you failed to talk to y/n again?" Felix looks slightly concerned as his roommate never looked so depressed before even if he claimed that he made the biggest fool out of himself in front of you. Jisung looks like he's about to cry.

"I messed up real big this time." Jisung buries his face into his hands, your expression repeatedly shows up even under his closed eyelids. He regrets not saying anything.

He was just not expecting that you thought he hated you.

"What happened?" Getting into protective mode Felix pats his friend's shoulder offering comfort and putting aside his usual teasing demeanour. So Jisung tells him everything that happened.

In your home, you try to distract yourself by doing your laundry and cleaning the few remaining dishes in your sink. Now that you feel more sane you regret leaving him there just like that.

You should have at least waited for him to collect his thoughts and tell you. You know he's been struggling with how to communicate because of his anxiety. You don't want to be another person to misunderstand him.

Next time you see him you should apologise but otherwise, you brushed it aside and didn't think he would be so affected by your words.

Don't want to overcomplicate it you tell Jisoo you will talk to Jisung about it so she shouldn't pester Felix too much. There’s hardly any secrets between the four of you. Yet it's not always good to have so many people involved.

She agreed to let you handle it when she heard how serious your voice was. You don't want to leave bad blood between you and Jisung and don't want your friendship with either Felix or Jisoo to take a hit or worse create friction between the couple.

Jisung is a sweetheart so you doubt he would make it a bigger issue.

After talking big about how it's a small matter catching him alone appeared to be a bigger challenge than you anticipated. You don't think it was his fault per se as you had a few exams coming up, but you have to admit it felt like he tried to avoid you.

You did see him steal glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. He didn't ignore you but there was this unresolved tension whenever you exchanged greetings.

Just like now.

You were hesitant but decided to attend the movie night and everyone seemed happy that you made it. It was a good distraction as you conversed with Chan and Hyunjin. The popcorn is popping in the microwave, and Felix sets the mood with fairy lights and a good movie.

The living room is as lively as ever. No one is awkward except for the two of you. It's painfully obvious how you two seem more skittish around each other, even more than usual.

You want to grab him by the collar and corner him against the wall so he won't be able to avoid you anymore. If he steals a glance and sighs one more time in your direction you might lose all your patience and do it.

You can tell he wants to talk but each time you attempt to make eye contact he freaks out.

Felix also sees it and visibly face-palms himself.

You blink after them dumbly as he grabs Jisung and excuses themselves to 'talk'. He said something that made up Han's mind as he approached you this time around. Now you're very curious about what he told him. Jisung shyly grabs your sleeve as you are in the middle of a conversation but Chan ever the gentleman got the signals from Felix wildly gesturing behind your back and excused himself to leave the two of you alone. Still invisible to you as Felix gives Jisung an encouraging thumbs up.

Jisung uses every fibre of his body to not hide behind his hands out of sheer mortification as everyone clearly understands what's going on. Well, except for you - who is clueless. You're always clueless.

You follow him into his room for some privacy.

This is the first time you're visiting his room, so you look around with interest. The bed is messy, and his desk is littered with knick-knacks but it feels cosy. The action figures and games on his shelf are cute decorations.

He looks embarrassed as he tries to make his bed in haste. "Sorry for the mess." Even his cute high-pitched apology is adorable. He looks so tense standing in the middle of his room that you're afraid he will break down in a cold sweat at any moment.

"Your room is very homey." Your voice is calm and friendly in hopes that it would lower his anxiety levels which are skyrocketing at the moment. Unsure what to do you stand dumbly in the entrance as you watch him try to adjust some things in the room that he deems is somewhat out of place. You don't care about the state of his room if you're honest. Even if it were messier, you wouldn't mind it.

"Sorry, please come in. Shit- Sit wherever you like." You second guess if you should sit on his bed so you go for the chair at his desk. He gives you a pillow to put behind your back so it would be more comfortable and this time you can't help but chuckle at his clumsy kindness.

It's painful and amusing to watch as he goes from panicked to nervously playing with his fingers.

"I'm sorry too. For leaving so abruptly like that." You take a deep breath mentally put on your big girl pants and start talking. If you wait for him to speak up you feel like you will be in his room all night - not that you would complain but you doubt his little heart would survive your company.

"C- Can you close your eyes? I swear I don't mean anything weird by it! It's just … I'm very nervous so…" He's explaining with his hands in the air like you're the police. It's very cute.

"Sure, take your time." You close your eyes, biting back a laugh, not even waiting for him to finish his explanation. Your smiling expression puts him at ease. He was afraid after you left like that with that sad expression that you hate him now.

The air was always awkward with you but he never in his deepest dreams would think you believed that he hated you. Quite the opposite.

"I don't hate you." It's good to hear that but you would like some context. The silence drags on and you're getting afraid that he just left you there in his room but when you open your eyes, he has his hands covering half of his face, he's bright red and has the most pitiful expression on his face that you've ever witnessed. You swear you can see unshed tears there.

"You always avoid me though and even now you can't even look into my eyes. Am I that scary to you?" You try not to sound too hurt, but you can't hide your expression very well.

"I w- wouldn't say you're scary." Even when he says that he's still hiding behind his hands you can barely see his two eyes poking out under his fringe - so you're not particularly convinced.

"If you want me to believe that you should at least try to look at me without hiding." You feel bad for finding this situation kind of funny more so since he looks so - jittery?

"That still doesn't make sense if you don't hate me then why are your reactions to me so -" In the middle, you got a dangerous thought but there's no other explanation that can describe his weird behaviour. "that could be my delusion but- perhaps? Do you like me?"

His eyes go so wide that you can see your reflection in them.

"I'm sorry." He's full-on crying now - and it shouldn't be pretty but damn, he's so pretty even when he cries. Pushing those thoughts aside you jump up from your seat going on instinct as you cradle his face into your arms.

"Don't cry, why are you even apologising?" You don't know how to console him other than patting his hair and letting him push his face into your chest muffling his cries into your t-shirt. Can you even call this a conversation as you get more confused as the minutes tick by? He shouldn't cry because he likes you or is he hating the fact that he likes someone like you?

"I'm pathetic and I'm a nerd. I know I'm way out of your l-league." You can barely understand what he's bubbling about as his voice is muffled by your shirt and you need to figure it out between hiccups.

"Stop crying. I like it even if you're pathetic and a nerd. I even like your crying face, but you should stop because I don't understand what you're saying." You cup his face after you successfully push him away from between your boobs.

"You're such a crybaby. I like you too. Stop crying." You make sure to force his eyes on you as you confess so he can know that you're not lying just to comfort him. Even as you repeatedly tell him to stop crying, he can't stop that easily, but you brush his tears away with your thumb each time it tries to slide down his cheeks. He freezes and stops; it looks like you broke him but after he seems to process your words he gets shy again his cheeks burn under your touch with embarrassment yet you don't let him look away.

"Don't dare look away. I want to look at the pretty boy who will be my boyfriend." Hoping that your cheeky comment can lighten the mood, and he lets out a little shy laugh. He tries hard to not avert his eyes.

"I'm sorry it's so embarrassing, I'm even crying right now." You bonk his head lightly with yours as if you are trying to convey that he should stop thinking such useless thoughts.

"It doesn't matter as long as you promise to not avoid me. If you like me then talk to me, hug me, you won't get better at expressing yourself if you don't try to get used to me. I get shy too and my heart beats really fast since you're so close. Do you feel it?" You place his hand over your wildly beating heart, you want to show him that even if you're not as obvious as he is you get shy and nervous too. It's normal to feel that way.

"I didn't know that your heart can beat so fast." You chuckle at his visible astonishment.

"It's because of you."

"Really?" His nose slightly grazes yours as he leans in without him noticing. He gets flustered when he realises how close he got but you don't let him pull away as you surprise him with a peck on his lips. You don't dare to do more as you're afraid he will go into cardiac arrest if you continue.

"It's getting late so I think I will go. I don't want to overwhelm you too much." You take a glance at the clock before you decide to draw the line for today. You can't help but rake your fingers through his hair for the first time as you've been fantasising about that for so long. His hair is fluffy and feels good to touch. Jisung seems to like it too as he pushes his head into your hands for more pets.

"You don't have to!" He catches your hand before you can go too far, his hands are shaking but his expression is firmer than ever before. He's even looking at you now.

"Can't you stay? I promise I will behave." The tint of his cheeks only deepens. You feel like he's trying to push himself too hard for your sake, but you don't have the heart to let him down when he looks so determined.

You can't help but worry that he's trying to go beyond his limit.

"We have all the time in the world so I hope you won't push yourself too hard because you think that's what I want from you." He acknowledges your sincere concern with a genuine smile. Despite his shaking hands and hammering heart, he wants you to stay.

"Even if it's awkward I want you to stay. Help me get comfortable?" Seeing how determined he is you don't have the heart to say no, so you nod your head and join him on the bed. It's been quite a while since you walked away from the others and the movie is probably halfway on, yet no one tried to check on you.

They're probably trying to give you two some space.

"Alright handsome, come here." You get comfortable between pillows laying down on his bed like it was second nature. His entire body is shaking as he hugs you.

"Don't say things like that it's making me shy." It's so cute how he tries to hide his face in your neck. He's so tense that it feels like it's a brick wall that's lying on top, but you don't mind. All you can do is lay motionless hoping that it will help ease his nerves and after a while, he starts to relax next to you bit by bit.

"I had no idea you liked me all this time. Honestly, Jisoo teased me forever for having the fattest crush on you. Always egging me on to ask you out but you usually rejected everyone, so I wasn't going to act on my feelings." You were hoping that your chatter would relax him and it felt good to finally be honest.

"T- They were not you." It's barely audible but you still catch his clumsy profession of love. Knowing that he will be conscious of his words if you try to respond you gloss over his cute confession and he sighs in relief that you don't tease him. He endures enough teasing from the boys day by day.

"I always thought they tried to set us up because Jisoo convinced Felix to help her - but he was actually trying to help you!" Jisung groans as you bring up embarrassing things when he's trying to forget how he cried because he thought you didn't like him. All those times they tried to set you two up he remembers how painfully awkward he's been with you and he wants to cry again.

You're the only one who finds this amusing.

There's a short knock on the door before it swings open, and four heads appear at the threshold each trying to take a peek into the room.

"What are you guys doing, get out!" Jisung tries to cover you with his body like you're naked under him or something. Everyone laughs at his actions, but you try to hold it in for his sake.

"Dude you're just cuddling what will you do if you want to have sex?" Felix elbows Chan in the ribs pushing him behind his body so he could get the situation under control.

"Sorry for the interruption, I wanted to ask if y/n will stay, or if she needs a ride home but I guess she will stay over?" You look at Jisung expecting him to say something as you didn't talk about sleeping over. He did ask you to stay but it doesn't mean he wants you to stay over all night. It's clear Chan and Hyunjin are ready to leave, and Jisoo will stay over like usual with Felix. Normally you would catch a ride home with one of them.

"Do you want me to go?" Unsure if you should decide it's best to ask as you don't want to overstay your welcome.

"Don't- Well - only of course if you want to." You don't want to think about if it's going too fast for the two of you. You do want to stay so you will.

"Sure, I want to." You grab his cheek pulling him so you can rub your noses together affectionately. Jisung pushes his face into your neck to hide when you hear cooing noises from behind. They love teasing him a bit too much.

"Give the lovebirds space." Jisoo shoos everyone out of the door after quick goodbyes from the boys who are leaving. It's silent after the door shuts behind them but for the first time - it's not awkward at all to be alone like this.

You wish he would get used to you soon, so he won't shake or be surprised when you touch him. You thought you were nervous but compared to him you're Mrs calm and collected.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" Jisung scurry to his feet looking through his closet to give you a long T-shirt and some pants to wear. You would pay to see his first reaction to you wearing his clothes again. You can tell he's trying hard to appear nonchalant but fails miserably.

"You're staring." He can tell you're smirking even though he hides behind his hands he can just hear it from your voice alone.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologising or I'll punish you." Did he just shiver?

You were not attempting to set the mood but the face he makes is just something that you cannot resist.

You need to kiss him.

His entire body freezes the moment your lips touch so you pull back in case it is too much for him but he chases after them shyly moving his plump lips over yours.

"Stop tempting me." You whine against him it takes everything in you to pull aways, it hasn't been a minute since you promised not to rush things.

It's too soon it hasn't been a full day since you realised each other's feelings. You shouldn't be so greedy.

"You don't need to hold back." You like his confidence but you're not changing your mind about this. Puppy eyes begging you or not.

"You can't even look into my eyes more than a minute. If you can hold my gaze while talking for at least 10 minutes I will consider it." You have to hold his chin in place and even then he averts his gaze after a bit.

He's not ready even if he wants it.

You're content with just cuddling him. He relaxes when you both get ready for bed and it's dark. It's nice to have a real conversation with him. You get to learn about him as you share childhood stories and talk about favourite shows and hobbies.

Your first date is full of mishaps and awkward moments but even those are fond memories. You can never forget the first time he initiated a kiss, you remember he almost passed out from the nerves.

It's been months since you first confessed to each other and while he's still rather shy he doesn't jump away when you hold his hand or peck his lips.

After your classes are over Felix and Jisung pick you and Jisoo up at the faculty building so you can grab something to eat.

"I missed you." You melt into the kiss Jisung plants onto your lips it's short but sweet and you melt into his embrace. You can't help but smile at how fast his heart is beating as your head rests against his chest.

"Missed you too Hanie." His hands don't shake anymore as he pulls you closer into the hug but his heart continues to beat wildly at your touch.

He did come a long way.

It took a lot of joint effort and special training for him to get to this point. Late-night cuddles and little kisses stolen are now more than welcomed by him. You remember fondly at the memories you spent touching and kissing his blindfolded body nothing too heated as you made a little bet with him regarding anything more.

Thanks to your stern scolding the guys did toned down on the teasing as it became normal to see you two lovely dovey.

Freshly out of the shower with a good book in your hands is what you call a relaxing night. Jisung is getting used to staying over at your place. It has more privacy than the dorms so most of the time you invite him over. You cook together and watch movies or if he needs to catch up on studying you let him borrow your desk as you wait for him while reading like today.

You can't get used to how handsome he is with his lips pursued concentrating on the book flipping his pen between his fingers.

You want to kiss him.

"Ji, I'm bored." Rolling to your other side you push your book away. You want some attention.

"I'm almost done." You pout when he doesn't even look your way. Your naked feet pads on the floor as you approach him from behind nuzzling your face into his hair. The pen stops moving in his hand but his eyes are still trained on his book stubbornly.

"You said that not long ago." Jisung chuckles at your antics. Your fingers bury in his fluffy locks scratching against his scalp with your nails.

He leans into your touch but he picks up where he left off writing his notes.

"Fine, I'll leave you to it." You huff when he doesn't give you the attention you want. This is why he usually studies in his dorm, whenever you get bored you use your tactics on him to distract his workflow and gives in to your pouts too easily making it impossible to get real work done.

You insisted that he study here tonight as you wanted to binge that new series with him afterwards. Both of you were busy during the week so it was hard to get some alone time and of course, he missed you too.

"Where are you going?" He turns around since you sounded quite disappointed and he doesn't want you to think he's ignoring you.

"Getting some snacks. So finish quickly or I'll start the show without you." Jisung smiles at you, good, it doesn't look like you're upset with him if he can assume from your playful jest.

"Just need a moment baby." You hum half heartedly. He said that already but you don't point it out. You know you're being impatient. He did say that he wanted to study but you insisted he should come over so it's not like you can complain.

You make some fruit salad in the kitchen with honey and chocolate syrup on top, you make two bowls and place one on the desk careful not to get his notes dirty.

"Take your time." You kiss his cheek nuzzling into his side to get charged so you can let him do his thing.

You promised you wouldn't hinder his academics. This is one downside of dating a nerd. He makes it up to you so you're not too disheartened as you pick up your novel again.

This time you can concentrate as you get to some steamy scenes between the main characters it's been hours and Jisung finally finished with his work but when he looks your way you look entirely engrossed in your book.

You barely register his kiss as he makes himself comfortable pressing himself to your side.

Now he kind of understands how you felt before it's frustrating when you don't look at him when he's trying to get your attention with touches and kisses.

"Is it good?" You hum flipping to the next page the bedroom scene is almost over. His kisses paired with the words you read are turning you on, you can feel your panties dampen as Jisung caresses your sides and kisses your exposed collarbones. You can tell he's just frustrated due to your lack of reaction. You keep it up a little more, it's a small payback from before.

"Ouch, behave." You push his head away in surprise. Did he just bite you?

"I won't ignore you next time so please pay some attention to me. I finished my work so I'm all yours."

"Alright, come here." Jisung crawls into your open arms with a delighted expression now that you're finally looking at him. His hand holds your hip bone smacking his lips needily against yours.

He's straddling your hips bravely even though his cheeks burn from his bold display the book forgotten and thrown to the other side of the bed by Jisung so you won't try to reach for it again, he's holding you close with fingers buried in your hair as the kisses get messier. You sigh when he grinds his semi into you and he uses the moment to push his tongue into your open mouth, intertwining your tongues.

"What about- ah, the show?" He nips at your neck, the air around you is growing hot, and his wet tongue is moving down your throat he's so into it that he probably doesn't register the small mewls he lets out against your skin. You can tell that watching the show is the farthest away in his mind.

"I missed you." He's shaking, twisting on top but his kisses are so sweet and his words are even sweeter.

"I missed you too, H-Han." You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear, he's letting out little whimpers at the friction. Heat is pooling between your thighs thanks to his growing bulge pressing on you.

"Hanie, wait a moment." This is getting out of hand. You need to stop him before he gets you too horny. It takes every inch of self-control for you to pull him back by the hair.

"Jisung." He finally looks at you.

He kisses you. "y/n." Peck. "Can't we do something else?"

"What do you have in mind?" You have ideas, it doesn't take a nerd to see the clues. He's watching you with half lidded eyes practically undressing you.

"Don't tease me, you know what I want." He's whining again. You can't help it you just like his reactions so much.

"Can you look into my eyes for 10 minutes? I remember making that condition." You're smirking and he hates you, you're so sexy when you're being mean. He loves you so much, these months were pure bliss and he can't wait to spend more time with you. Your kisses, your voice those sweet gestures you do for him without realising everything about you is driving him crazy.

The first time you suggested to practice before he's been full of nerves. He couldn't see you but felt you kiss your way up his waist and neck. You kissed him deep till he panted and drolled aching to be touched by you so much that he started to shake because of the anticipation instead. He knows he's ready this time.

Practice makes perfect and he perfected the art of wanting you.

"I can do it." Even if he's feigning confidence you don't see it, he does look determined his hand boldly clasps yours to guide it over his body, he's watching you with glistening eyes, lidded and heavy but he's watching.

"Okay, if you're sure." You giggle when he jumps at your touch, your fingers gliding under his t-shirt touching his warm skin.

"You agreed so easily." Jisung huffs and puffs but lets you push him flat against his sheets you hover over his body calmly exploring his skin. "I had a whole speech planned out, I was ready to hold your stare to prove it. Don't you think you agreed too easily, uh- wait, fuck." His reactions are so entertaining even though he's sulking he's arching into your touch. Your hand hold down his hipbone pressing your lips first to his abdomen admiring how his muscles contract under your touches. Moving up you slurp and smack your lips weting his skin and making lewd kissing noises on your way up to his neck. Goosebumps appear where your saliva started to dry on his skin making him shiver as you envelop an erect nipple in your mouth. He's rock hard underneath you flushed all over as you kiss him silly.

Then you stop.

"Why did you stop?" Annoyed he reaches for your hand to press it on his stomach.

"You're all talk but no action. Did you realise that you're hiding behind your arm?" You click your tongue, he realises his mistake and lets his hand fall limp next to him no longer pushing his arm over his eyes he looking at you pleedingly.

"I'm l- looking now-" What a brat, he closes his eyes as soon as your lips touch his lower belly.

"Liar." You pout he's all talk the minute your lips land on him his eyes close like it's mandatory.

"I won't have sex with you." It's for the best you want him to enjoy it fully and you can't make him forget about his shyness which is a part of him at this point after just a month of practice.

It takes time but you're sure you can make him relax.

"Come here." You open your legs beckoning him to sit between them. He expects you to continue cuddling but the minute his back rests against your front your hands snake around his body pushing under his sweats gripping his cock.

You pull it out rubbing the tip that oozes plenty of precum.

"You- what - you s-said you won't have sex with m-me?"

You confirm his statement with an affirmative hum. Your thumb playing with the wet tip in slow circles. Your lips find the side of his neck sucking pretty marks all over whilst your fingers work over his length.

"I didn't say I won't let you cum." He's tensing you can tell by his fingers gripping your thighs hard and the way his breath hitches and his voice reaches an octave higher that he's very close.

Your cute little virgin boyfriend.

"S-stop, I'll-" He's trying to push your hand off but you intertwine it with your free one placing it firmly down on the mattress so he won't interfere with your movements. His cock is nice and slick it makes a wet sound each time your fist moves up and down pulsing in your hold.

"It's okay to let go, don't fight it." Jisung buries his face into your neck it can't be comfortable as he twists his body to get as close as possible. He's moaning right into your ear if you weren't already you would be drenched down there by now.

"Is it nice? Aren't my smaller hands feel better than yours?" You stroke his cock nice and slow listening to his sound of pleasure and the wet squelches your tempo creates.

"Uh-huh." Nods. Fervently rolling his hips bucking into your touch, he's grabbing your thighs so hard that it might bruise.

"I c-can't hold it." He releases ropes of cum over your hand and his stomach, it's wet and sticky as you pop a manicured finger into your mouth tasting him.

"You did so well. My perfect shy baby." You press kisses all over his heated cheeks and face, kissing him deeply when he needily pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"Did you like my hands baby?" You chuckle when he shyly hides in your neck, not denying your claims, he's clinging to you in all his post-orgasm glow. You don't mind that he's getting his cum over your clothes.

Thankfully the sheets are safe so you don't have to change it as it is pretty late by now.

After he calms down you help him clean up and dress in fresh clothes before you cuddle under the sheets.

That show needs to wait for another day as you're both exhausted.

"What is it, Ji? I could hear the cogs in your head turning from over here." You pull him closer unsatisfied with his awkward way of laying next to you like a lifeless floorboard. It didn't seem like he had any problems when the two of you were cleaning up. He's overthinking something again and you can't let him do that.

"It's stupid. You will laugh at me." Oh my god. He's sulking. How is he so cute? You want to eat him up.

Thank god it's dark because you can't control your expressions very well.

"You know I won't and you're a nerd you can't be stupid." He huffs at your joke but accepts your hug melting when you rub his stomach over his t-shirt and just like you always do you drape your leg over his middle so you can get comfy. He's so used to you clinging to him like a koala in your sleep that your weight is comforting.

"You didn't cum, earlier." You can feel him turning his head away on your shared pillow even though you can't see him in the dark.

"So what?" You mumble into his skin sleepily, you don't see the issue here.

"It makes me a bad boyfriend."

Huh?

"What does?"

"I'm supposed to make you cum first before I do." He's getting frustrated that you don't get it. He's feeling bad about it and you don't even care.

"Says who?" You're getting confused why he's getting so worked up over this but it manages to get the sleep out of your eyes, you need to talk about this before you sleep because if you don't you're sure it will eat away at him.

"The boys." Uh-huh. The boys. You think you get it. They probably told him it's polite to make you cum before he shoots his shot but it's not like you were having sex. It was just some practice.

You never went so far before as you usually stopped at some heavy petting and make-outs.

"Look. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. You don't have to feel bad for not making me cum." As to prove your point you kiss his cheek, trying to make him relax.

"Did you really enjoyed it? It was me who recieved everything though." You kiss his pout. This can't go on.

You need to prove a point.

You grab his hand and guide it to your panties hidden by the long t-shirt you wear to bed. The pad of his finger rubs over the wet patch with your help.

"Feel this?"

Nods. Your breathing hitches when he presses his finger at your sex.

"Do you still doubt that I enjoyed it?" He shakes his head. His surprised gasp when he felt how wet you are is such a cute reaction. He's just too easy to tease.

You let go of his wrist thinking that he will pull away and finally go to sleep. You couldn't be more wrong.

"Ji-" You sigh, his name comes out with a puff of air as he keeps pressing his thumb at the wet patch.

"You're so wet y/n." You hum confirming his words even though it wasn't necessary in the first place. It's torture how carefully he's rubbing you over your panties. It doesn't give enough and your clit is throbbing for his touch.

You're sure you can put his long pretty fingers into good use.

"If you want to make me cum you need to do more than that." Your leg is already spread as you throw it over his hips but you angle your hips to get his hands more room.

"Like this?" Unsure fingers dip under your panties and make direct contact with your pussy. His fingers get coated by your wetness with each swipe.

"A g-good start." You moan clearly encouraged by your sounds he gets rougher and his pressing is firmer.

"Rub my clit, y-yes Hanie just like that." He focuses on your little nub just like you asked, pressing his thumb glided by the wetness gathered there.

"Would you think I'm being selfish if I wanted your mouth on me, like, right now?" His ministrations stop at your words, you can't see his expression right now so you're even more unsettled by his silence. You shouldn't have said that in the heat of the moment.

You're going to apologise before things can grow awkward when he pushes you on your back kissing you with reckless passion.

His tongue is in your mouth exploring hotly he swallows your moans when he resumes abusing your clit. His clumsy fingers are getting you there.

"Not you. You're never selfish." You can barely register his words as he pushes the duvet off you with the same fervour he pulls your panties down your legs his hands caress your inner thighs as he gets comfortable.

"You don't need to." You feel like you should make sure he knows. Usually, guys don't like to do this. You wouldn't like him less if he didn't want to do this. It's hard to think when you can feel his breath against your exposed heat.

"Do you not want me to?" Fuck. He's pouting again you can just tell.

"God, I do. Believe me that I really want you to. It's just- that..."

"What is it? You can tell me y/n." You take a deep breath. Right. He's your sweet boyfriend. Jisung rests his cheek on your right thigh waiting for you patiently, his kisses litter across your skin as a little reminder that he's there, lying between your legs waiting for you.

"I'm worried you won't like it. What if you think I taste weird?" You cringe at your own words. Usually, you're the brave and confident one.

"Not possible." Jisung squeezes your thigh his nose is scrunched up as far as you can tell.

"You don't know that." You argue but Jisung is having none of it. You can feel his hair brush against your inner thighs. The cold air hits your folds as he takes a sniff, so bold. You shyly want to push his head away but he's surprisingly stronger than you.

"You smell very erotic. To be honest I'm already hard just touching and smelling you. There's no way you taste weird." He's gaining his confidence at odd times but if his goal was to reassure you he did a good job as you start to relax.

You brush his hair to the side gripping the ends to ground you. "Alright, if you're sure. Please taste me."

The first lick makes your hip elevate from the bed he needs to push you down as he parts your folds with his tongue. It's all over the place but feels very nice.

"I told you not to worry." He doesn't wait for you to answer before he delves back in, you part your legs further opening yourself up for his exploring tongue.

"Fuck, Ji just like that. Try to suck- yes like that." You're so wet you can feel your slick slide down your ass as he ruins you. His lick speed increases as your legs shake around his shoulders. He sucks on your clit just like you asked him.

It takes a few more before you come undone cumming on his tongue.

"Ji, coming. Fuck, don't stop." He doesn't. Even when your legs close around him he keeps his pace, your wetness all around his lips, chin.

Your moans are getting muffled by your thighs around his head but he could tell you're close as you keep squirming and shaking with each lick, you react strongly when he switches it up with harsh sucks around your clit.

He continues to pleasure you until you push his head away to avoid feeling too sensitive.

"Fuck, you got so wet." It's embarrassing hearing him say that with your juices all over his face.

"Thank you. It was so good." You kiss him to show your appreciation, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"I liked it too." You smile at his shy confession. He was not so shy when he was eating you out.

"And you're hard again." He gives you a sheepish grin welcoming your touch over his boxers.

It was a long night.

You choke on your coffee when Jisoo mentions that the two of you look so tired. You know she probably thinks that you binge-watched a tv show as you said you would.

Only you two know that the plan changed and you ended up, well, 'practising'.

"Even if it was a good show you should have gone to sleep earlier." You can't say anything to her scolding.

You're not about to reveal that you had some fun under the sheets.

"So about the project, we should finish it this afternoon." You were hoping no one would point out the sudden subject change. It doesn't seem Jisoo caught on as she agreed and started talking about what needs to be researched before handing it in.

"You two can come over finish the project and later we can hit the movies." Felix has tickets to a new romance movie and he thought it would a perfect double date idea. You can tell that they are very excited.

"Sure, we will go right?" You look at your boyfriend with puppy eyes. He can hardly resist you not that he was going to say no to some movie.

"Hm." He confirmed as you placed a short peck on his lips.

"Dude, you're so whipped." Jisung can't even deny it. He sure is. Felix is right.

"Oh, y/n! Is that a hickey on Han's neck I see?" Everyone's eyes automatically zero down on his neck and just your luck it does contrast against his skin. You didn't realise he had such a low-cut shirt on him. You did try to make them in a less visible spot to protect Jisung from this kind of teasing.

"Stop right now, if you tease him he won't let me leave a mark next time." Safeguarding his body you try to pull his shirt up so it would cover your marks up. His ears are already flaming hot from the attention. He wants to hide in your neck but he resists. He needs to get himself together.

"Sorry, it's just so fascinating. I can't believe our shy baby finally got a girlfriend." You know Felix doesn't mean it in a mean kind of way so Jisung doesn't take it too seriously. They always tease him anyway because he's so shy.

"There's no 'our' he's my shy baby." Jisung's heart flips when he hears you being so territorial. You get very cute when you're jealous.

It doesn't happen often but sometimes girls do come up to him to ask for his number like before but you get pouty when he stammers to say he has a girlfriend so you always step up to sho them away.

You sometimes pretend to be mad at him but you always forgive him. Sometimes it only needs some flowers and kisses other times when it's a more private setting he would apologise to you on his knees.

What bothers him is that you still don't have sex with him. He knows that it's partially his fault since you made that 10-minute rule that he's still struggling with.

After he endures the movie holding your hand watching as you laugh when it's a funny scene.

He decides tonight will be the night.

You gave him handjobs and even blowjobs before and he can initiate when he wants to eat you out. You showed him how to set the mood and made sure he was comfortable enough with you that it was not awkward to ask for sexual things. However sex just never happened.

Everyone can tell from a mile away that he wants to bounce.

Yet he doesn't want to ruin it for you so he tries not to show it as the four of you go to eat after the movies. Jisoo and you talk animatedly about the plot.

Jisung couldn't concentrate on the film as his eyes kept searching for you so he's glad you never asked for more details about how he liked the movie. Jisoo was more than happy to analyse the plot and swoon over the romantic scenes with you.

You had a great time. You spent time with your friends talking and laughing while holding your precious boyfriend's hand. You liked the awkward chuckles and the cute hand holding dates too but it's just good to see how far you come.

Jisung is still a hot mess but it's palable how much he changed over time. The things that were awkward and clumsy are now more sweet and comfortable.

Everything's great and you're more than satisfied with his performance. With a few pointers his hands and mouth became a dangerous weapon that he uses against you every time he gets the chance.

"You look so happy." It's unexpected but you welcome Jisoo's goodbye hug. You can tell she's genuinely happy for you just like you were for her when she started dating Felix.

The boys stepped aside to give you time. It's about time to wrap up the date.

"I am. Thank you. I guess. You and Felix did try your best to help us. It feels like it's been so long ago that you tried to set us up with ridiculous excuses." She laughs along with you as you both recall the fond memories.

"At least you acknowledge that we worked hard! You have no idea how hard it was to create those situations just for you two to mess it up." Jisoo slaps his boyfriend across the chest to make him stop talking and doesn't ruin your girl's moment.

"What matters is that you worked it out. I knew you would be such a sweet couple." Jisoo puffs her chest out proudly.

"I can't deny that." You pull Jisung at your side getting ready to leave after you exchange hugs.

"We're just simply remindig you that we helped you a great deal. Don't look grumpy Sungie." Felix is just pulling his leg, he realised he's been trying to speed up things to get you for himself.

"Hard to forget since you bring it up every chance you get." Even when he's showing an attitude you can't help but plant a kiss on his cheek. He's so cute.

It's comical how his expression softens the moment you do that. As if he forgot his initial annoyance he places a kiss on the back of your hand smiling timidly into your skin that only you can feel.

"See you guys tomorrow." You wave as the couple starts walking in the other direction. Jisung doesn't waste time in steering you in the direction of your apartment, he got so familiar with the route that he could find you with blindfolds on.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" You're in a good mood after the date. You finished your most important tasks at uni too so you can enjoy your boyfriend's company in this chilly afternoon.

The cold is not that biting as before and you think it has to be because of the warm hand you're holding as you walk.

"It was good." You poke him. He's giving you the same short answer like before. Ever since the movie he's been acting strange but you can't phatom why.

"Don't tell me you don't remember. Was staring at me so distracting that you missed the entire plot?"

Big perplexed eyes look back at you. You can't believe he thought he was being sneaky with it. He was so obvious.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He can't even complain about your smug expression as you caught him red handed.

"Am I that pretty?" You enjoy teasing him, his reactions are so cute that you can't help yourself.

"Yes, you're the prettiest." You didn't think he would actually agree or say it while looking at you with such a smitten expression that you're getting shy yourself.

"What do you want? You propbably need something as you so clearly try to butter me up." You get close, enough that your breath mingle.

"Don't know, Is it working?" Your noses touch as his finger angles your faces with a thumb under your chin.

"You can just exist and it will still work on me." You're so in love that everything he does makes your heart skip a beat.

His boyish giggle at your confession is warming his skin. Despite the cold air you feel warm as you stand toe to toe. "Good to know."

You think he will kiss you but he pulls back before it can happen and you frown, disappointed. Jisung laughs at your obvious disdain and presses a finger to smooth the ceases of your brows.

"What about my kiss?" You still complain when he gets hold of your hand and starts walking, your apartment complex getting into view after a few short steps. You didn't realise you were almost at home.

"You will get your kisses once we're inside." He's getting miserious, it's clear he has a plan in mind that you're unaware of.

It's unusual for him to guide you like this. He normally takes everything you do with grattitude but this time it feels like he has other plans.

You don't have to wonder for long as he attacks your lips the moment the door closes behind you. You didn't have time to toss your shoes away before he crowds you against the wall kissing your breath away.

Lifting your thigh you curl it around his hip his hand keeping it secure as he grinds pushing your bodies extremly close. His little grunts are lost in your mouth as he works up your sexual desires. Your hands wander, gripping his shoulders then burying your fingers in his hair.

"This is why you were so distracted during the whole date? Were you this horny the entire time?"

He let you pull away but kept impatiently marking up your neck as you speak. He never ceased his rocking movements.

"I remember helping you out with your problem this morning. Yet you're so needy." You sigh when he nibbles on a particularly good spot.

"I want something different. I want to come inside you." This is the hottest shit you've ever heard.

"Yeah? I've been waiting for you to say that." Your kisses grow needier as you don't have to hold back anymore.

"Really? So I could have just asked and you would give it to me?"

"I wanted to wait till you were ready." Your caress is full of love for him. He leans into your touch turns his head to kiss the inside of your palm. His eyes halfway closed, fogged with need as he looks at you.

"I'm so ready I'm about to burst." You giggle at his eagerness. Let out a squeel in surprise when he swipes you off your feet holding you steady by your thighs as he goes for your bedroom.

You use that time to kiss down his neck make his steps falter as he can't help but relief some tention by rocking you against his hard on.

He puts you down on your bed clumsily getting rid of his pants and shirt can't get naked soon enough. You laugh when he almost slips while he tries to get out of his jeans.

"Keep the glasses on." You pull him down kissing his swollen lips, even as the rims of his cold glasses cut into your skin you want him to see everything even if it fogs up later. You get hold of his cock your hands travel up and down collecting his precum as you swallow his noises with your kisses. He's so ready you can feel him pulse in your grip, you can't have him finish so soon.

He needs a minute to breathe as you release his cock, he's hard, leaking and throbbing.

"Are you not going to take off my clothes?" It's all the invitation he needs.

Idle fingers grip the side of your top revealing the black bra you have on. His fingers glide over the intricate details before he reaches behind you to unclasp it. The moment it gets off Jisung's mouth attaches to one nipple as his other hand squeezes the other, kneading the flesh. Wantom moans spill from your dry throat as he dutifully gives you pleasure. He switches sides not neglecting the other as he doesn't stop until both peaks are wet with his saliva and erect from the attention of his tongue.

"You're so pretty." You blush at his earnest words he enjoys your reactions each tremble and shiver his touches ignite in you, you're so wet that your panties are surely soaked through.

"More." Rubbing your thighs together is not near enough, in your impatience you grab his hand and push it into your underwear, hoping that he will divide his attention elsewhere.

"Want your fingers." You don't need to say more as he's helping you out of your remaining clothes. Your legs open wide for him inviting his long fingers to rub your clit. Two of his digits bury deep in your walls as his palm is angled to rub your clit each time he thrusts his fingers in you.

It's easy for him to find the spot that has your thighs shaking and your walls convulsing.

"Fuck, you're so good at this. I will come if you- continue." He's smiling into the skin of your neck, proud of how easily you fall apart on his fingers. His mouth alternating between sucking a nipple into his mouth and giving you wet kisses with full of tongue.

"I learnt it from the best." His pace picks up your essence gushes from you as he keeps pumping his fingers in you, the wet squelches are getting louder, your juices coating his palm.

"Fuck, I'm close. Jisung-ah." Han kisses you deep, his tongue fickle and messy as he devours your mouth his fingers never relenting even as your walls keep convulsing and tightening around it. He makes sure you're cumming hard, slowing down but keep his thrusts deep as you ride out your orgasm.

"You'll be the death of me." You pant into his open mouth, gripping his wrist so he will stop overstimulating you.

You take your time to catch your breath holding his body close in a sweaty embrace.

"Come on, sit. Time for your reward." You make sure he's resting comfortably on the pillows as you straddle his lap one hand grabbing the headboard as you take your position.

"Ready?" You ask cheekily. Your bare sexes touch as you grind, coating him entirely in your wetness.

"S- So ready." Jisung throws his head back in a silent moan. You lean in for a kiss as your hand goes down between your bodies and grab his base to position the tip to your heat.

You lower your body, taking him in slowly. His eyes follow the motion rendered into a moaning mess as you squeeze him with your walls. ”So wet.” You hum, hear it as you roll your hips. Your mixed arousal aids your descent on his cock until he’s buried to the hilt.

”I c- can’t…” Gripping your hips tightly Jisung halts your bouncing body afraid that if you move like that he will come soon. ”You’re so warm and perfect and tight. I will come.” You seal his words with a kiss, you place your hand over his—

making that he guides your hips rather than stopping you from moving—you lean into his chest, slowly bouncing on top of him. His cock is deeply nestled in you as you move your hips.

What started as the slow rock of your hips now got more hurried and desperate. Getting addicted to the feeling of his swollen cock reentering you, stretching your core rubbing on the perfect spots.

He can’t help his instincts to push into your rhythm from below meeting your thrusts with each of his own clumsily. The force of your joint efforts getting you close to your release.

You take his pulsing shaft riding him until he losses his mind and cums in you.

Your inner walls squeeze him tight milking him of every last drop he’s got. ”Did I just— came inside.” You playfully roll your eyes at his obvious statement. ”I came inside.” His palm flat against your tummy he could feel the outline of himself in you. It’s the hottest thing.

”I noticed honey.” Kissing his cheek you rest your head against his heaving chest waiting patiently for his breathing to regulate. His cock softens inside you, making the mess you made start to ooze out.

”How was it for the first time?” You push his hair back from his face wiping the sweat off as you sweetly kiss his face all over. Earning cute little giggles from him.

”Good. I bet it was short for you, I’ll do better next time.” Reciprocating his kisses you melt into his arms. His hands rubbing shapes into your back, he keeps you as close as possible.

”The time doesn’t matter. You made me cum so you’re already better than most men.” Getting off him you reach for a towel to clean yourself so you won’t get the stuff on the bed more than it’s already got on it.

Jisung grabs your hand before you can get out of reach pulling you back to kiss. ”Can we do it again?”

You freeze mid-cleaning.

That’s how you realise you created a monster.

[planet-dusk]

Sub hybrid fox! Jeongin who’s in heat and cannottt stop himself from humping you whenever he’s near you. Even if he cums in his pants, he’ll keep going and whining about how much it hurts, but he’s still so hard and needs to fill you up with cubs

🏷️ cw ; degradation, breeding, knotting, name calling: slut, pet names: baby, good boy ( 716 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

"please please please..." jeongin's ears were drooping, flattened against his head in distress. his face pressed into your neck. "you smell so good," he groaned. "need to... now..."

"need what now, baby?"

your hand cupped him through his pants and jeongin shuddered.

"you're soaked already." you whistled, impressed. "how many times did you cum just from watching me?"

jeongin stared at the floor. a pink flush of perverse pride and embarrassment crept up his neck and settled on his cheeks.

"eight," he whispered.

"i can't hear you."

"eight times."

you remained silent and jeongin didn't dare look up. he was mortified, his aching cock hurting so bad it made him dizzy. all he could think about was how he had to get inside of you. how warm your tight hole would feel around his cock. how you'd milk him of his cum and how he'd plug you up and...

"eight times, and you're not done yet? how pathetic."

jeongin's tail twitched and you smiled coyly. "is looking at me not enough? am i not enough for you?"

his eyes widened, "no, no..." he stammered, "that's not... it's.. you.. you are more than enough - i'd never -"

"then look at me." you shimmied out of your pants, dragging your underwear down with them and dropping it on the floor. "sit."

jeongin knew his place. he slid off the couch and knelt before you, his face now level with your glistening cunt as you opened your legs. the sight and scent overwhelmed him, cock so painful and swollen he couldn't help but paw at it over his jeans in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

"don't touch yourself. show me what a desperate slut you really are."

you dipped a hand between your folds, spreading sweet slick over your clit and playing with your hole by pressing a single finger knuckle deep. jeongin knew it couldn't be anywhere near as satisfying as his own bigger hands or his thick cock but you didn't seem to care. you played with yourself with slow strokes that had the sole intention of driving him crazy.

jeongin was sure he looked like a rabid dog, drool pooling underneath his tongue and ears tense. he sat there frozen as you wiped your fingers off on his cheek. he felt the heat of your arousal burn through his skin and thought he might've been begging all along, but no words seemed to come out. he growled, suddenly shooting forwards.

"wait."

he stopped inches away from your swollen pussy. his whole body shook with constrained effort. you petted his dark hair, allowing him to come a little closer. if he were to stuck out his tongue now he could taste you...

"good boy," you said when he didn't move, and jeongin's chest flooded with warmth. "come."

he was on top of you before you could close your mouth, tumbling you both back into the couch. he clawed at your thighs to hike them around his hips and rut into you, cock slipping over your mound and smacking against your clit. you knew it was impossible for him to compose himself any longer so you let him fumble and grind into you blindly, fat cockhead making you moan every time it caught on your hole. it was leaking and swollen, too thick to just slide in until jeongin grabbed the base with a growl of frustration and sank into you in one quick, burning stroke.

without the usual prep of his fingers the stretch bordered on painful. jeongin gave you no time to adjust but neither did you order him to. he hiked your legs up instead until your knees were hooked over his shoulders and your body pinned underneath him. the angle forced a whimper out of you, quickly morphing into a strangled moan as he set a punishing pace. it was void of its usual rhythm and solely focused on the finish line, release the only thing on his mind. to fill you up. to breed.

you panted out praise between the curling heat in your tummy and his desperate noises, his cock swelling and stretching you to your limit as cum flooded your walls. excess dripped out of your spent hole, past his thickening knot locking in the remainder. "my good boy," you murmured between his soft thank you thank you thank you's, "think you can make it to fifteen?"

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