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Best friend's brother: Chan x reader

Thinking about best friend's brother Chan that has always been secretly obsessed with you Content: extremely fluffy, slight hurt/comfort, smut, really vanilla smut but super sweet Warnings: Oral sex (f! receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex WC: 2000

Obviously, you and your best friend were inseparable. You grew up right next door, and her parents considered you to be another one of their children. You and Hannah were, for lack of a better word, siblings. Her older brother, however… that was a situation that you weren’t sure how to explain. 

You had always harbored feelings for the older man, despite the guilt that ate away at you. You could never tell Hannah that, however. Nor would you ever tell Chan or let your desires come to fruition. 

Which is why, once you came home for summer break you had no problem getting ready for your date at Hannah’s house. Though the thought of her brother being there made you gulp, you would just have to hope you wouldn’t run into him and everything would be fine–

“What’s got you dressed all up?” Of course, Chan appears from behind and makes eye contact with your reflection in the mirror. Hannah is sprawled across her bed and scrolling through her phone. 

“She’s got a hot date,” Hannah replies, snarkily. 

“Hot date?” Chan inquires while crossing his arms. He holds a slightly disapproving glare. 

“Yeah, with some guy she met online. He’s a real smokeshow–” 

“Hannah!” You say sharply, willing your best friend to somehow spare you the humility. 

“Where is he taking you, hm?” Chan says with a small, teasing lilt to his voice. 

“We’re going to a club…,” you whisper. 

“On the first date? No no no, that’s just a recipe for disaster, Y/N.” 

“It’ll be fine, Chan!” Hannah says. She doesn’t even bother to look him in the eye, so he bores holes into your own instead. He mutters out something about how he doesn’t like this and that you should really be careful before returning to his room.

As you finish getting ready, you admire yourself in the mirror. Your black dress hugs your body just right, and your makeup brings out just the right contrast to your face. Hannah says out loud exactly what you were thinking: 

“You look hot.” 

As you share your location with her and get ready to leave the house, it is almost 9 p.m. and your uber has arrived. Though you know the night will most likely not end up with you falling head over heels in love, you’re still hoping to have a good time and maybe get to know the guy more. However, before you step out the door you feel a hand grab your wrist. 

Chan is looking at you with a look you don’t recognize in his eye and you pause, waiting for him to speak. 

“Please, be careful. If anything happens, you have my number. I don’t care what time it is, you can reach out. It doesn’t matter if he’s being a creep or if you just don’t want to be there anymore, I will come and get you,” he says. He looks at you softly before adding, “And even if you don’t need me to get you, please text me when you’re home safe.” You could tell he was genuinely worried and this made your heart pang slightly, making it harder to will away the crush you have on the man. 

Your date shows up late, for starters. After twenty minutes you take your first shot, and your second drink arrives when your date does. He is unapologetic and starts touching you the second he sees you–that’s when you realize he is already wasted. Letting out a groan, you humor him with one dance, but when he immediately starts grinding on you you decide you have had enough. 

“I’m not really feeling it,” you say. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.” 

The man scoffs and immediately becomes defensive. “C’mon darling, you’re not going to show up looking like that and then act like a prude, are you?” He spits out some more mean insults that you don’t hear, because you’re already out the door and dialing Chan’s number. 

He picks up on the first ring. 

“Are you okay–” 

“I’m fine, can you please come and get me?” 

“I walked out the door the second I saw your name flash on my screen,” he says. You hear his engine start and know he is telling the truth. 

It’s cold outside, but Chan has the heat pumping in his car when he pulls up. You curl into yourself, feeling embarrassed at the situation you’ve found yourself in. The ride is silent, though it doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s playing your favorite music. 

When he pulls up to your driveway, he puts his car into park. 

You start talking before he says anything, even though you know he wasn’t going to force you. 

“He showed up completely trashed and started touching me before I even really talked to him,” you said. Tears start streaming down your face and you hope that Chan won’t notice, but of course he does. He always does. He leans over the center console to wipe a tear away. 

“He showed up drunk? Oh, I’m so sorry… you don’t deserve that,” he says. “I knew it was a bad idea.” 

You know he’s trying to console you but you feel so defeated. “Why is it such a bad idea for me to want to go out and have fun?” You practically cry out. “Why does everybody else get to have a normal dating life and get to hook up with people and enjoy college, but when I try to do it it never works out?” Chan just nods along to your words. 

“You just haven’t tried with the right person yet, Y/N…” 

“There will never be a right person, because the one I want is you and that’s never going to happen!” You slap a hand over your mouth and stiffen when you realize what you had said, and when you meet Chan’s gaze you see that he’s staring at you with wide eyes. You’re completely sober now. 

You are out of the car lightning fast, slamming the door behind you and racing to your house. You’re fully sobbing now as you unlock your door, but when you go to slam it behind you Chan sticks his foot in, holding it open. He uses the opportunity to invite himself in and immediately you’re in his arms, in a warm embrace. 

“I’m sorry,” you say against his shoulder. “I didn’t mean it, I–” 

“Don’t say that,” he warns. “Don’t you dare take it back.” 

“Chan, I–” He pulls you away to meet your gaze, placing his hands around your face and using both his thumbs to wipe your tears away. 

“Y/N, I have known you for as long as I’ve remembered and I’ve never seen a part of you that I hate,” he says. “I have fallen deeper and deeper in love with you every day, so to hear you say that… Please don’t take it back. Please don’t tell me that you don’t want this,” he trails off, his eyes darting to your lips. 

You crash your lips into his at full force and breathe against him, completely enamored. He picks you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist and carries you to your room, the one he had been in more times than you could count, all while keeping his lips locked against yours. He drops you onto your bed with a flop and you bounce, observing his admiring gaze. His lips are on you again, then they trail to your neck, leaving long burning kisses behind as he trails lower. His thumbs press into your waist. 

“It made me sick,” he confesses. “The thought of you going to the club with some guy that was just going to use you. Some guy you had never met, someone who would never in a million years make you feel the way that I could.” 

He drops to his knees at the edge of your bed, pulling you closer to his face by your hips. He pulls your legs apart, slotting his body in between them, and starts pressing soft kisses to your thighs. You watch his every move, your body relying on your elbows to keep you upright so you don’t miss a second of this. 

“Say it again,” he pleads. “Tell me you want me, that you need me as bad as I need you.” 

“Chan please,” you breathe out. “Wanted you for so long… Thought you’d never like me like that.” 

“Are you kidding?” He chuckles. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you.” And with that, he lifts your dress up. It bunches against your waist messily and his nose presses into your clothed core. You groan out at the contact and he does as well, placing agonizingly slow kisses and licks against you. He grabs at your waistband and you lift your hips, allowing him to slide them off of your body. He wastes no time before diving back in and your head lolls back at the feeling. 

“Look at me, please,” he begs. “Let me watch you fall apart.” Your eyes snap back to meet his gaze and you immediately feel so comforted and seen from his expression. It allows you to let yourself relax as he flicks and swirls his tongue around your clit. 

He watches your every expression, every hitch of your breath and every buck of your hips, expertly making you fall apart on his tongue. One finger slides inside of your pussy, pumping in and out experimentally, and you feel yourself coming to your peak. 

“God, Chan, please–” 

“I gotcha, baby,” he says. “Come for me.” You fall apart for him completely knowing that he will be right there to put you back together, and he helps you ride out your high, observing the fucked-out look on your face as if it would be the only time he would ever see it. 

You pant and reach for him and he interlocks his hand in yours, coming up to kiss you even more passionately than before. He presses his clothed bulge into your center and you hiss at the contact, still sensitive. 

“Can I?” He asks. 

“Please,” you respond. His pants are slid down and he pushes himself into you in a moment. You feel emotionally overwhelmed, looking down to see where you are completely and utterly connected. The way his breathing becomes shallow, you know he’s thinking the same thing. 

He picks up one of your legs, wrapping around your shoulder and starts pistoning into you, and the change of angle makes you go utterly weak. Your back arches and his lips are against your skin, anywhere they get a chance to meet. 

“All mine,” he grunts. His hips start slamming into yours faster, and one hand reaches up to cover your mouth, muffling any noises that might be starting to slip. “Say it… say you’re all mine and only I get to… fuck, see you like this.” 

You can tell he’s close, and the hand that reaches down to start rubbing against your clit confirms your suspicions. 

“Chan… so close… I’m all yours, Chan, please, please…” His name releases from your lips like a mantra, and as you feel yourself come to your high once again and clench around his length, he pulls you even closer, releasing himself into you. 

Your arms wrap around him and your fingers run through his hair comfortingly as he collapses on top of you. 

You and Chan have always been relatively close by association, particularly given the situation, but at the moment you and him are so intertwined you aren’t sure you can ever let go. 

He holds you as you fall asleep that night. 

“Do you think Hannah will be mad?” you ask. 

“No way,” he mumbles against you. “She’s been trying to get us together for years.” 

You laugh incredulously against the man. Though you weren’t expecting to find your true love that night, you guess life had other plans.

*** First real ff post on tumblr yay!! Welcome to my skz blog, I wanted to start off with something tame lol...I have a lot of really exciting things planned to post so stay tuned <3 Masterlist Recs

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WOW

FINALLY, hwang hyunjin

⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ yandere!hwang hyunjin x gn!reader ⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 18+ ⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ angst ‣ suggestive ‣ yandere ‣ friends to lovers ‣ sad fic ‣ hurt ‣ dead dove: do not eat ⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ implied smut ‣ yandere behaviour ‣ obsessive behaviour ‣ perverted behaviour ‣ explicit language ‣ degrading thoughts ‣ praise ‣ murder references ‣ implied death ‣ death ‣ threats ‣ hyunjin is a little bit... in need of help ‣ police mentions ‣ let me know if I missed any ⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 1.2k words ⎯⎯ notes ‣‣‣ just a little something to hopefully get me out of a writing rut and please don't kill me?? thanks babes xx

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He never considered that something was wrong with him. After all, how could love be wrong? All Hyunjin desired was your happiness though if that meant he would only bear witness he would survive. Your happiness was his priority. His one true wish. 

However, Hyunjin wouldn’t be wanting you to find happiness with someone else. No, no that just won’t do. It was okay if you never returned his love, he was already selfish enough, but you couldn’t love someone else. You just couldn’t! 

But that was normal, right? Everyone got a bit jealous over the people they loved. Hyunjin was not wrong in the ways he felt for you. You were his everything — his muse, his world, his soulmate. 

That’s why it was okay that he got rid of that pesky boy who kept irritating you. It was absurd that someone so lowly would dare ask you on a date. He had to learn his place and take his punishment for such a trivial mistake. There wasn’t anything wrong with Hyunjin for defending you, saving you, from those people. 

It did always hurt when it meant you would end up crying in his arms over another date being stood up. Your makeup ran over your chin and down onto his white shirt, your beautiful outfit all messy under the cramped position you laid in. But that was okay. Hyunjin savoured it all. His shirt would be a memento that you always came to him and the cramped position allowed him to cuddle you and fantasise about it being a forever stance. 

“Do I just keep picking the wrong guys?” you blubbered into a disappointed laugh, and he felt more tears streak down his skin. Your face nestled into his neck and your hands balled fists on his shirt. He frowned and rubbed your back to comfort you. It wasn’t your fault — nothing was your fault! Those boys just didn’t deserve you. Only Hyunjin did. “Am I a magnet for it?”

His heart pounded at how close you were. It had happened so many times over the years you’d lived together and yet Hyunjin always grew so excited by it. He was blessed to touch you, his true love, and he was blessed enough to praise you as much as you deserve. “Not at all! They were all assholes. They don’t deserve you, none of them do.”

You sniffled and hiccuped against his neck. It was okay that you didn’t entirely understand the meaning behind his words, your mind should not be wasted on such awful things such as the mess he would speak. “Then why can’t I find anyone? Are there no nice guys out there left?”

Hyunjin felt like crying when you lifted your head from him. Your face was slightly puffy as you pouted. The tears had stopped falling, but your makeup had still smeared enough to prove otherwise. Your hand pressed against his chest as the question weighed between you. “Of course there is! You just need to wait for him to come to you, instead of wasting your time on those pathetic boys.”

Perhaps you knew somewhere deep inside that the man you should love had been there all long. Your best friend, your roommate, Hyunjin! Your beautiful eyes sparkled as your head fell slightly crooked, lips pursed as you watched him. Like a painting. He couldn’t wait to create his newest masterpiece. He already had many, all of you and the beauty that you make in the world, but he needed more. 

Hyunjin needed you like he needed air. The day you had mentioned moving out he felt it all escape — he felt like he was drowning in his own fear. How was he meant to go on without you? You were his, even if he couldn’t say it aloud. “Maybe I just need someone like you,” you giggled again like it was a joke but Hyunjin felt as though he had finally been seen by the angels and given the one wish he asked for. “I think there is some part of me that’s always comparing these guys to you. You’ve probably spoiled me a bit, Hyune.”

He had to have died. That was what it was. How did Hyunjin matter so much to you? To the point, you compared him to others because they weren’t him. They weren’t good enough! Just as Hyunjin had always known. No one would ever be good enough for you, not even him, but that didn’t mean Hyunjin couldn’t try. “I’ve only given you the things you deserve. If anyone thinks you’re spoiled, they aren’t worth your time.”

“That’s right,” you paused for a moment and stared into his eyes. Hyunjin decided that he would need the newest painting to be done in the colour of your eyes. So many tones and shades reflected at him that he felt dizzy, “no one ever treats me as good as you.”

No one ever will. 

Hyunjin felt frozen when your beautiful lips grazed against his. It was a moment he had always dreamed of, something that always played on his mind through the long nights when he couldn’t talk to you. His eyes were wide open while yours had delicately shut, like the graceful love he had always known you to be. 

But, you pulled away after a moment. Embarrassment built on your face as you fumbled over words to explain the action. Hyunjin couldn’t hear them over the thumping of his heart. He leaned toward you and kissed you, silencing the beautiful mess of words you had spoken. 

He couldn’t help himself. You had opened up the door that had been closed for years, his self-control had simply collapsed. There was a sweetness on your lips that he had long since imagined. You were just as delicious, just as perfect, as Hyunjin knew you would be. 

You played your fingers through his hair and kissed him back. Soft, slow, but Hyunjin knew you were putting just as much love into it as he was. He could feel it! Hyunjin knew that you loved him too. This was merely his confirmation. Hyunjin placed his hands along your hips and pushed you against the couch, hovering above you. 

Finally. He finally got the chance he had wished for. The chance he had fought for. Hyunjin couldn’t help how fast his cock grew hard in his pants. It wasn’t his fault, how could he not be so blissfully happy when his love was fully reciprocated? You pulled at his hair and whimpered when his leg pressed between your own. 

He couldn’t stop repeating it in his mind. Finally. Finally. Finally. It was the mantra that beat along with his heart as he made love with the one person he had truly loved. The one person he would always love. 

It didn’t matter that you had died. His love would always be enough to keep you alive. No one else could steal you then, no one else could hurt you and make you cry. His love would ensure the perfect world for you both. 

Even though people said otherwise. Even though the police had investigated him for your death. Even though others believed that he was mad — there was nothing wrong with Hyunjin. He was just a man in love. And men in love will always find a way to be with their soulmate.

© COMET-FALLS 2024

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idk if your requests are currently open but i just think that sex with changb!n would be so good and rough at the same time, like his thrusts would start painfully slow but would later pick up an animalistic pace, hitting your sweet spot each. 👏🏻 fucking. 👏🏻 time. 👏🏻 making sure he's balls deep inside you while whispering praises on your ear, as he continued with his movements — his hands rubbing your clit while the other pinches your nipples turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. the overstimulation would drive you crazy and will have your legs shaking as pleasure takes over your entire body, his tongue dancing with yours as he rammed his cock inside you not stopping until you reach your nth orgasm for the night.

I'm sorry for the word vomit. Can I be 👻 anon? Hehehe 🤭

Rough Dom!Changbin x Reader | wc 800

an: welcome 👻 anon !!! 🤍 sorry this is so rushed but i might do a better longer version or a follow up bc i loved what u wrote in ur request sm !!

warnings: smut, dirty talk, established relationship. implied unprotected sex (thats a nono), petnames (baby, angel, beautiful), overstimulation. not edited!!!

18+ MDNI

but yes!!! omg imagine~

I think he’d start slow and soft, wanting to take care of you and savour your body and touch.. but the man only has so much control when it comes to you…

“fuck..so beautiful…” he’d breathe out as he undresses you slowly, kissing down your body as each beautiful inch is exposed to his hungry eyes.

A while later (after two intense orgasms on both his fingers and tongue) he finally lined his length up with your entrance, kissing you deeply as he slid in slowly, trying desperately to minimise the sting his thickness always caused.

Your combined noises went from one mouth to the other as he filled you up torturously slow. His mouth left yours finally only to latch onto your neck and collarbones. Lightly biting and kissing red marks into your soft skin.

“b-binnie..please move” you’d whimper out, desperate. He’d only reward you with a chuckle muffled into your skin before he finally moves. His hips pulling out just as slow as they pushed in.

Soon he was thrusting into you. Slow and deep. His kisses and bites didn’t stop. It all felt good. So good.

But you wanted more.

“Binnie faster” it left almost as a choke, desperation, annoyance and pleasure all seeping out of the words.

Another chuckle escaped him as he finally unattached himself from your neck, looking down at you as he kept thrusting. Slow.

“Does my baby want me to go faster?” God he wouldn’t be able to ignore the way your request made his cock twitch inside you. He’d thought about so much he wanted to do to you. So many ways he wanted to have you. But he always opted for being softer with you. But it sounds like you didn’t want that.

In your haze you managed to nod desperately. “please binnie i can take it!” Begs left your lips only spurring him on, breaking down all ounce of restraint he had left. A hum left his lips as he nodded. He offered no verbal answer, only leaning down to kiss you deeply as his hips pulled out again but this time they slammed back into you.

Amidst the kiss your eyes shot open and a yelp mingled between your lips. He drew his lips away as he looked down at you. One of his large arms reached to move your legs to rest comfortably on his shoulders as he looked down at you.

“I’ll give my baby what she wants” he finally spoke before beginning to thrust again. But this time was different. Hard and fast and his pace only grew with every thrust.

Your eyes rolled back, loud moans leaving your agape mouth in strings as his cock drilled in and out of your hole at a speed you’d never felt before. Plus his size and strength added to it all. His body almost enveloped yours in size as his muscles flexed as he used all of his godlike strength to fuck you.

And god he’d love seeing you like this. Fucked out and in so much pleasure all because of him. God it only egged him on more.

A veined hand reaches to your chest, squeezing and fondling your breasts as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin from his harsh but heavenly abuse on your pussy.

“feel good angel?” He’d ask between grunts, a cocky smirk on his face. “this what you wanted?”All you could offer in response was a fast nod and a moan. Your hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly as all thoughts abandon your mind.

A clench around his cock would break him out of his trance as he angled himself to perfectly hit that sweet spot deep inside you with every single thrust.

“Bin!” You’d manage to yelp out as your grip on the sheets tightened. He’d laugh as one of his hands reach between you to rub your bundle of nerves in quick sloppy circles.

“Come on beautiful. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me fucking you like this.” His words would push you over the edge, a scream leaving your mouth. His pace never faltering as he continues to slam in and out of you, toying with both your clit and nipples as he watched you with gritted teeth.

It would be the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, your body going almost limp as you came down.

When your brain comes back online you’d notice the sting of overstimulation burning your body up as you looked at your boyfriend. “Bin! too much!”.

A low laugh would come out of his chest as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. “you said you can take it baby, come on. Give me another”

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gonna catch up on requests soon 🤍🤍

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A Ride & A Show

Uber Driver!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

✧Genre - Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll) ✧ Masterlist ✧

Uber Driver Hyunjin that was just about to stop driving for the night but decided to accept your ride anyway, one more ride couldn’t hurt.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who can’t stop staring at you as you approach his car, when you open the door and lean in asking if you’ve got the right car his eyes couldn’t help but to wander from your pretty brown orbs to your full breast. He knows that you saw him staring and he can’t find it in himself to feel sorry about it. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who doesn’t even attempt to start small talk with you in fear that he’ll make a fool out of himself. He just offers you a water bottle and turns up the radio, glancing into the rear view mirror every now and then and catching your alluring gaze. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who takes in every bit of your outfit in the reflection of the mirror when he stops at a red light. You look up right when his gaze lingers on the hem of your skirt as it rides up your thigh. His breath catches in his throat when you uncross your legs, your eyes stay on his until the green light catches his attention.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who’s knuckles turn ghost white as he grips the steering wheel, glancing between the semi-busy road and the way that your fingers are inching up your thighs, slowly revealing yourself to him. He nearly hits the car in front of him when his eyes catch on the glistening of your bare cunt.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who thanks the Gods that his dash cam is on when you start whimpering in the backseat, he can barely believe his eyes or ears when you run your fingers over your slick folds. Strained moans and whimpers filling the small space around the two of you and going straight to his cock. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who turns the music down almost all the way to hear your pretty sounds, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about keeping an eye on traffic as he adjusts the rearview mirror to get the perfect view of you as you dip your fingers into your leaking pussy. Your moans grow louder and more confident once he stops at another light. This time he turns in his seat, he’s desperate to get a closer look at your drooling cunt as it makes a mess on his seats.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who curses under his breath as you kick your shoes off and prop your leg up on the seat, displaying yourself to him. You look so pretty that he can’t help but to moan at the sight.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who sighs and reluctantly unlocks the doors when you reach your destination, hoping that you wont get out. You don't. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who ends the ride and sits in silence, watching as you continue to fuck yourself. He palms his hard cock through his jeans, hissing and whispering praises as your legs shake against the leather of his backseat. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who nearly loses his mind when he hears you moan his name. He popped the button of his jeans at the sound of it and hurried to lower his zipper when you whimpered for him, asking - no, begging - him to touch you. 

Uber driver Hyunjin who doesn’t waste a second before he’s reaching into the backseat, the tips of his fingers brushing over your soaked cunt cautiously. He knows that he shouldn’t touch you, he knows that this isn’t part of his job but when he brushes over your clit and your breath catches in your throat so beautifully, a desperate cry escaping you, he climbs into the backseat without a second thought. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who fucks you dumb on his fingers as soon as he gets his hands on you. Your nimble fingers try their best to stroke his cock at the same pace but the way that he’s brushing against your g-spot leaves you with your head kicked back as you moan into the air, your fucked out eyes still never leave his. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who couldn’t go another second not having your lips on his. He kisses you hungrily, sucking your tongue and swallowing your moans before kneeling as far as he can to taste your other lips. As soon as his tongue laps over your swollen cunt you’re both groaning into the hot air. He laps at you desperately, cleaning you up then spitting your mess back onto your sloppy folds and watching it run down before fucking it back into you. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who swears that he could cry once you sink down onto his cock. The stretch of him is enough to have you seeing stars and your tight warmth makes every nerve in his body burn. You wanted to ride him but you only get to move once before he’s grabbing you, fucking up into your cunt and using you like a fleshlight. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who couldn’t give less of a fuck about how his car rocks and how fogged up his windows are while he’s double parked outside of your building. The way that your walls flutter around him is enough to have him forgetting his own name. When you tell him that you’re cumming he fucks you faster - rougher - just to hear you scream his name for him. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who empties his balls deep inside of you only minutes after you come undone around his thick cock. He fucks his cum into you, hissing at the overstimulation but you feel too good to let go of. He needs more. He wants more. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who kisses you sloppily, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and running over your jaw line as you both come down from your earth shattering high. Faint chuckles are exchanged in the process. That’s the first time he sees you smile and now he knows he’s locked in.

Uber Driver Hyunjin who helps clean you up, slipping your shoes back on and fixing your skirt before he tucks his cock away. 

Uber Driver Hyunjin who you left a 5 star review for and get to see again this Saturday night. 

Note: Please drive safely and don't try to seduce your uber drivers (😭)

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truly loving this series sososo much and cant wait to see how it develops!!!!

TITLE: Play Tight

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x f!reader

SUMMARY: Reader and Chan divulge their ‘excuse’ as to why they couldn’t make it to hot pot and barbecue dinner with their friends.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.

TAGS: smut, porn with plot, swearing, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, fwb, some pillow talk (ish)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

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A/N: if you don't know what a refractory period is it's essentially about the ability of most women to cum back to back or one after the other in a short span of time between one orgasm and the next. Therefore, if it seems as though I've written about reader having multiple orgasms within quick succession, that's because she is and Chan is making the most of it. Also I really pushed the time limit with uploading this part bc I spent the last few hours trying to get the fan club which took fucking ages...

Hot pot and barbecue with friends - now that sounded fun. 

You saw the group chat messages from earlier, and the plan to all meet up at half past six. Had you not orchestrated other arrangements, you would be sitting with them right now enjoying nice meals and chats. Instead, your body remains to be railed thoroughly, right into the bed that belongs to none other than Chan. The owner of very capable hands who had just finished fucking you on his couch earlier on. 

He too missed dinner with everyone for the same reason. Selfishly being, to get laid. 

Chan presented half of a lie to the group chat, saying that his family was back in the city - which was true, and that he was going to visit them, so he couldn’t make it - not true. You on the other hand conjured the only fib you could think of and told everyone that you were going to be working past six.

Both of you felt relatively guilty for ditching the dinner. However, it would’ve looked ten times more suspicious if the two of you suddenly changed your minds at the same time and decided to show up. 

But why would anyone suspect anything? Nobody knew Chan was rearranging your guts every other night. Or so you thought. That dirty, slutty little secret was only kept hushed between you and Chan. These past couple of months you’ve spent at each other's houses, tainting the very last remnants of innocence either of you had. 

You wouldn’t have realised it at first until you experienced it for yourself, but Chan is and can get really horny. Before him, there was no such thing as ‘hard-paced’ or ‘nasty’ sex. It was fairly vanilla, which there’s nothing wrong with from time to time. But at the minute, that wasn’t the cup of tea you fancied. No. It was something much dirtier and riveting, something that makes you feel like you’re very much alive. 

Chan was able to achieve that in less than half an hour after you both hooked up one time after a night out. Sure there might’ve been alcohol involved, except neither of you were drunk enough to completely forget what an amazing time you both had. So much so that you and Chan decided to hook up again. And again, and again, until it became a weekly event. 

In saying that, there were a few layers as to why you and Chan started seeing each other regularly. You needed the de-stressor from work that had been hounding you for months, and among other things, there is nothing like a good dick down to make just about make every worry in your mind disappear.

As for Chan’s situation, it wasn’t as light. Having been cheated on by his long term partner, Chan entered what you refer to as his ‘hoe phase’ to which he was rather embarrassed to learn that it’s something that people tend to go through when they’ve broken up with their significant other. 

Nonetheless, you and Chan unexpectedly found each other in a way friends wouldn’t typically, and it was only limited to that. No strings attached, still remain good friends, and the best mind blowing sex. 

“Fuck - yes, right there!”

Chan’s hips ram unforgivingly into you from behind. Creating godly, euphoric waves that ripple throughout your body each and every time he does. His fingernails clutch themselves into the soft flesh of your hips, allowing him to use that small bit of traction to pull your body back onto his cock or for him to thrust forward mercilessly. 

This was way better than dinner with friends. 

“W-Wait,” you reach behind to the side of your body, trying to tap his arm and prompt him to slow down so you could get your message across without having it fucked right out of you. “Ride…lemme ride you.” 

Chan swallows and nods, taking a short breather, “yeah, yeah okay.” 

Whilst you’ve learned a lot of things about Chan since you’ve started sleeping with him, he’s also learned some stuff about you. Like discovering throughout your secret sessions with him that you seem to cum the hardest when you’re riding him. He doesn’t entirely see the appeal of it since he doesn’t mind picking up all the slack just so you don’t have to do any of the work. At the same time, however, nothing feels as good as fucking his frustrations into you.

But he also doesn’t mind them getting fucked out of him. It easily added to one of the reasons why he found it so hot to watch you ride dick. 

As he gently slides his cock out of you, moving into the next position where he now gets to lie back against his pillows. He watches you straddle him first, then take his length in hand before aligning it with your hole. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock. 

The ‘o’ shape in your mouth enlarges when the entirety of his length vanishes inside you. He’s big. Something you can’t always grasp every time you sleep together. The silver lining in that however is that the foreplay is amazing. 

“Christ,” you breathe out, lifting your hips up and down a couple of times, groaning as the pleasure already built up from before starts re-taking its effect to its highest extent. “Fuck, make me feel so full.” 

“So you keep telling me,” he responds with a cocky grin as his hand reaches up to one of your tits and gropes ravenously. “But that’s what you like isn’t it? Having a big cock inside you, yeah?”

Your hand claps right on top of his, the other stabilises your body on his chest as you start riding at a pace comfortable enough to build some momentum. It doesn’t take long until every part of your body feels like warm flames are tickling your skin, leaving tingly traces in their wake. 

“Yes, love it so much,” you pant breathlessly. “Love it when it makes me cum.” 

Chan is glad to hear that. Then again, he knows. He’s fucked you long enough to know what you like, what you don’t, and what type of pleasure can turn your mind inside out. With that in mind, and one hand still groping you, he uses the other thumb to find your clit and rub generously. 

“F-Fuck, oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you plead in anguish as you start to feel your orgasm shift into sight. 

It’s right there. The utmost pleasure and ecstasy at its apex swells from the pit of your stomach, to your toes, all the way into the crevices of your brain. Every part of you - physically and mentally, just seems to melt into Chan. His cock, which feels like it was made for you to use like this, glides frictionlessly until his tip kisses your g-spot so lovingly. Each time it hits, Chan earns extra centimetres of long red scratches down his abdomen, marked up by your fingernails. 

“Cum,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Fucking cum all over me.”

Brainless and vacant as you were in trying to respond to him, your actions seemed to speak for themselves. As Chan continues to move his thumb consistently over your clit and you bounce yourself still on his cock, your eyes suddenly screw tight shut - shuddering before a surge of relief gushes from between your legs. 

Chan grins sickeningly. 

The untapped pleasure squeezes and strangles moans out of your throat, yet, in the few spare moments when you had come back down to earth, your stomach felt like it dropped at some point along the way. The minute you open your eyes, breathing hard and heavy, your attention catches on to the mess you’ve made. 

Most of Chan’s abdomen is soaked with your juices, his taut torso gleaming with your cum. Droplets of it roll down his side and seep into the sheets below him. From there, the humiliation is quick to ensue. Chan even sees the panic fill your eyes. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” you whine apologetically. “I don’t know what happened! I was - I was caught up in-“

Chan ceases your babbling by grabbing the undersides of your thighs and just about throws you on your back as he moves to top you. His sudden movements catch you off guard, wondering for a moment what he was doing until he started fucking you again. 

“Chris!” you cry out, latching around his back. 

His head buries into the crook of your neck, “wanna feel you do it again. Wanna see you drip down my cock.” 

At his words of request, you knew it was possible with the way that his dick hits deeper, pressing against those sensitive spots inside you that have been milked of pleasure. It’s not difficult to feel it building up again. There’s zero refractory period, allowing you to cum in an uninterrupted procession. At this stage, Chan could just whisper dirty things in your ear and have you become a squirting mess on his bed for him to watch. He wondered if that was actually possible. 

After watching and making you cum an extraordinary amount of times this evening, Chan was about to witness another, this time, mixed with his own release of pleasure. He can never ignore that dense pressure stacking up in his cock, like a blocked pipe that’s about to burst with the help of the tension from your contracting walls. 

One hand at a time, he places each beside your head to lift himself up while still trying to maintain a consistent pace. Then he coils back, grabbing the undersides of your thighs again and leaning some of his weight down so that he can press deeper. 

Tears are pricking your eyes - not from any pain but from pleasure you’ve never felt. It’s so intense and has nowhere in your body to escape that the longer you hold it in, the more explosive it’s going to feel. As your emotions exude the ferocity of another orgasm, Chan absorbs your expressions, giving him a very clear estimate of when you’re about to cum. 

“Gonna give me another one?” he asks even though you’re in no state of mind to give him a verbal answer. “Gonna be a good girl and get my dick wet one last time?” 

You shake your head but only because you’re unsure if you can actually take that pressure that’s about to blow. Regardless of how high he has built your orgasms for you, you always take them well. It has you sobbing - screaming and clutching onto his bedding as you whimper that you’re about to cum. Chan could only just hear you over the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

“You can do it,” he reassures you. “You always do.” 

At that moment, as if he just flipped a switch inside you, Chan had you gushing in an instant. Your upper body contorts to the left and stiffens as he fucks you right through it, right until his own orgasm slaps him on cue. Grunts mixed with whimpers force their way out from the base of Chan’s throat. His cock uncontrollably spurts his hot white cum, coating liberal amounts on your walls with a few hard, deep thrusts. 

"Fuck, oh my god," he groans through gritted teeth, satisfaction seeping through into his blood.

He pulls back to sit on his heels, looking down as he grabs the base of his cock now slicker than usual with milky, almost transparent liquid rings of white. The fact that both of your juices have mixed together does something to a sick part of Chan’s brain. His lower half is still dripping with your cum, forcing you to shy away into the bunched up sheets when you realise you’ve made another mess on him. 

Too weak to speak up about it, Chan had no trouble reading the room and caught onto your emotions. He was right to assume that you were embarrassed for it but fuck if Chan could experience it all again, he would. That then strikes an idea as he massages your inner thighs with the palms of his hands. 

“That’s never happened before,” he comments with a little bit of surprise, making you turn with embarrassment, all the while trying to ease you back down from your high. “So fucking hot.” 

His thumbs rub into your wet skin, inching closer to your pussy. Before you know it, the backs of his fingertips are brushing over your hole where his cum is leaking out of you. Semi sticky strings of it attach onto him when he pulls away and goes back in to smother it all the way up to your clit. He thumbs softly over the sensitive bud, setting fire again to the muscles in your lower half. 

You shudder a little bit from the faint stimulation, and finally muster the energy to talk, “yeah…d-don’t know how. Usually it’s - mm, just cause’…maybe you were hitting the right spot.”

Chan doesn’t meet your eyes, and by the preoccupied look on his face, it was clear that he had another agenda as his thumb continued to rub mindlessly. Although, he did hear you as he smirked and shook his head. 

“Nah, that was all you,” his mouth falls open slightly as he stares down at where his fingers begin to disappear. 

“Chan…” 

“I reckon you could give me one more,” he predicts as he starts to finger you slowly. “Just one more.”

“Please, fuck...” You whine loudly throughout the room. “D-Don’t think I can…please.” 

Chan moves to the side of you just a little bit, placing his other hand on your lower belly to apply just a little bit of welcoming pressure while he ignores you, “yes you can pretty. Only one.”

His fingers curl deviously inside you, forcing an automatic bodily response for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and back to arch clean off the bed. As he strokes over the spongy area, your fists are clenching on the duvet. Your body is beyond sensitive and squirms uncontrollably at the faintest of his touch. 

“Chris!” You sob, tears now leaking down the sides of your face from the euphoria. 

This was the closest replica to being high. It’s like the pleasure picked up where it left off from the previous orgasm Chan brought to you and nearly doubled in intensity to the point where you thought for a moment that you were going to black out. But it hits you harder than before since his fingers have a bit more precision to find and hit your g-spot rather than making you feel fuller. 

“That’s my good girl,” he says encouragingly. 

There and then, as Chan detects the tell-tale signs that you’re about to cum, he finger fucks you at a generous pace that doesn’t let up on the time your insides have to try mitigate the pleasure. It goes into overdrive, sending a bunch of all the right signals straight to your brain. 

“C-Cum…cumming…I’m-”

Chan appreciates the fact that he’s reduced you from crying and screaming his name to a silent, overstimulated mess. Alternatively, you’re surrendering entirely to the ecstasy which sweeps you under like a current. Chan doesn’t need to hold you in place for you to take what he’s giving you with his fingers. He just gives and gives, and gives until for the third time, he has you squirting. 

“Oh yeah, look at that,” he grins excitedly, watching his palm and all the way up to his forearm become completely drenched in your juices. “What a good girl.”

By that point, Chan was successful in running your body dry. His pace slows down, now gently stroking inside you. Your quiet, strained moans die down, along with a reserve tank of energy you had left. You were limp and helpless, a gorgeous mess on the bed for him to admire. 

Chan slowly takes his fingers out, gently massaging around your sensitive pussy, “fuck, so good."

You turn onto your side, processing all of that. For a few moments before, it felt like you had had an out of body experience, and maybe you were. Everything was so consuming and powerful that for a second you didn’t feel like yourself. But that wasn’t a bad thing, nor did you think of it that way. It’s just a new experience that you welcomed, one that made you feel good multiple times. 

Chan hops off the bed and kneels beside you onto the floor as he strokes and pats your head, “you okay?”

You nod then go to sit up, “mm, just out of it. Give me a few minutes.” 

“You - you shouldn’t move so much, not now at least,” Chan warns, then quickly spots the uncomfortable expression on your face as you realise that everything beneath you is wet and sticky.

“Your duvet,” you say to him, looking down and around at all the large damp areas.

“What about it?” 

“Well it’s all ruined-” 

“They’re not ruined,” he says defiantly like a stubborn child, almost like he was offended you even made that sort of comment. “It looks…fucking hot.”

“Hot,” you repeated with an airy chuckle. 

“I didn’t know you could do that,” says Chan, bewildered. 

“Neither could I to be honest,” you agree wholeheartedly. “It was really…intense and...strange.” 

“Strange?” He retorts. 

“Not a bad ‘strange’, just something I’ve always heard of, but never managed to do with someone else before,” you reply. 

Chan smiles to himself, looking at his bed before that grin drops off his face, “never managed to do it with someone else before? As in, you’ve done it before, just…on your own?” 

You blink up at him, quickly changing the subject, “reckon the others are still out?” 

“I’d imagine so,” he says, still thinking about what you said previously. 

“Hot pot and barbecue sounded so nice too…” you trail off, eyes going in and out of focus. Your body is starting to catch up to you.

“Well, luckily we live in the era of food delivery, right?” He responds confidently. “Let me clean you up first, then we can hop in the shower. After that, I’ll order it in for us, sound good?” 

Sometimes when you’re with Chan, you forget that at the end of the day, he’s one of your good friends and still acts like it after you sleep with him. He knows when to be your fuck buddy and when to be your mate. None of it is awkward or weird and nor does he strive to make it that way. 

Potentially it’s because of his nature to be a gentleman inside the bedroom just as much as he is outside, hence why you had a considerate amount of gratitude towards him for not being an ass like some of the people you’ve hooked up with or seen casually in the past. But that could never be the two people you slept with a few weeks back. 

Not Hyunjin nor Jisung, whom you’ve thought about ever since that night at his apartment. Although it was truth or dare that led you all to the events that unfolded, you would’ve still slept with them anyway without the game. Just thinking about the two of them makes you miss them. Makes you miss the way that they touched you. 

It was a different feeling to how Chan normally touches you. With him, he’s a friend with benefits. Someone who can call you or you can call him whenever either of you need each other. As a result, there isn’t going to be anything fond or loving between the pair of you - which you’re more than happy with. You made that clear to Chan at the start that you weren’t looking to enter into a relationship with him at any stage if that’s what he was thinking. 

Thankfully, he wasn’t either. 

But when Hyunjin and Jisung touched you, it was surreal. Almost natural, like they were meant to feel you that way and only them. That was the difference between them and Chan, not that you were comparing them since you saw them in separate positive lights.

There was just something about those two that left a strong imprint on your brain, something you can’t scratch without them…

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[twinklix]

not okay.

KINKTOBER DAY 14

TITLE: Some things are better left unknown

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x Felix x reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: a threesome with Chanlix where you’re yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.

TAGS: explicit language, threesome, oral sex (f!reader receiving), porn with plot, use of the name 'baby girl' and 'angel', swearing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex but protected anal sex, double penetration, big dick!Chan agenda, praise, slight body worship if you squint, kissing/making out.

A/N: Aussie line fucks hard, bye. (If there are mistakes, I will fix them. Currently running on v low sleep)

KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @mal-lunar-28 @luneskies @queenmea604 @kibs-and-bits @kbitties @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung

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Milk, nori, rice, raw tuna, coffee, yoghurt, bread, and eggs. 

This was all Chan sent you to the supermarket for. All of which could have been easily picked up from the convenience store down the road. Maybe minus the raw tuna which has to be high grade since Chan wanted to make an attempt at onigiri for the first time. However, you would’ve saved an entire trip to the busy supermarket.

Not to mention, grocery shopping sucks in general. At least that is when you’re on your own. In your apartment that you share with your good friends Chan and Felix, two people are responsible for the shopping per week which rotates each time. 

If you’re with Felix, sometimes you both tend to muck around. Not to mention forgetting almost a quarter of things on the shopping list which ends in a stern lecture from Chan. On that matter, if you’re with Chan, it’s an in-and-out task at the store in less than ten minutes. 

Efficient and practically timeless.

Even though it’s no trivial matter, you manage to get through the pointless shopping before heading home to the apartment. These could’ve been picked up at the convenience store, you think to yourself again. A sigh leaves your lips as you unlock the door, bumping it open further with your hip as you slide your shoes off. 

“I’m back. Remind me to buy an umbrella next time-”

Your body freezes on the spot. The bag of items falls from your possession, collapsing onto the floor. Something inside it broke but it’s nowhere near enough a distraction for what is in front of your eyes. 

Maybe you need your vision checked because if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, then you wouldn’t have just seen Chan and a topless Felix who are both making out. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, still lip-locked until they caught onto your presence.  

For the few seconds you stood there, rooted to the ground, felt the absolute longest.

Neither of them was as internally panicked as you when they noticed you standing there. Nor did they have hundreds of questions zapping around their brains in the span of a few seconds. It was like your entire vocabulary had turned to dust and were blown away because there were no words to describe what the hell was happening. 

Maybe it was a dream. 

“T-That was quick,” Chan stammers with an awkward chuckle, breaking away from Felix, almost pretending like nothing just happened. 

Felix looked like a complete mess. Dark brown hair mangled - clearly from Chan either running his fingers through it or tugging it - the air gets stuck in your throat with those two theories in mind, painting very interesting visuals and an odd sensation in your stomach. 

Chan looked equally dishevelled. There’s a dark red splotch peeking above his collarbone that you had no trouble guessing how it got there. On top of that, his pants were already half undone, and his lips were bitten red and wet, and they both looked so…so…

“What…the fuck…” you manage to speak once your mind has cleared the only one per cent of its capacity to grasp the circumstances.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Felix quickly says as he stands up from Chan’s lap and walks over to you.

It was useless for him to try to take advantage of your shell-shocked state because once your surprise had completely thawed out, your words started coming back to you. 

“Oh my god, what am I even doing?” You ask, clamping your hands over your eyes, ready to head right back out of the apartment. “I’m heading out.”

“Wait!” Chan calls out, arm outstretched towards your direction. “You don’t…you don’t have to go. If you want, you can maybe join us. If…if you like.”

Join them? Blindsided by those words, there was no trouble for the difficulty you had in trying to figure out if you heard right or just imagined what Chan said. Why would he ask you that question? But more importantly, why were they hooking up in the first place? It was evident that there had been something going on between Felix and Chan - unless this was just a new one-time thing. 

However, even if it wasn’t, you had been left out of the secret. Nonetheless, you quickly came to your senses. Whether they hook up or not is none of your business. 

“J-Join you?” You stammer. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Chan emphasises. “It’d be rude to not let you in on the fun.” 

You definitely weren’t hearing things, and this wasn’t a dream. 

At first, you can’t understand why you’re even considering their request, but there is one piece of information that sprung to mind and that’s your sex life. It hasn’t been entirely sex-filled as you’d like it to be, not to mention your slight lack of experience with threesomes wasn’t vast - but it also wasn’t limited either, especially after that encounter you once had with two of their friends Changbin and Hyunjin on a separate occasion. Although, they didn’t need to know that at all. 

That being said, this takes the cake. You can’t even comprehend what Chan or Felix are like in bed but, the opportunity seemed too ridiculously hot to pass up. 

“You...you want me to-“

“Like Channie said, if you want,” Lix assures you, interrupting your babbling. 

You aren’t somewhat surprised that Felix would ever want a threesome. He’s had sexual partners here and there in the past, multiple ones at a time. However, Chan never struck you as the type to have sex with more than one person. Even after a year of living with him and getting to know him, he’s still pretty private and exclusive. 

With the matter at hand and the more you think about the prospect in front of you, you aren’t opposed to the idea. So with your brain taking full control of your body, you hesitantly step over the discarded groceries lying on the ground. This is happening. Felix picks up on the right cue and extends his hand out to you as you take it gently. 

He guides you over to the edge of the bed where Chan is still sitting, but as you’re led over, he rises to his feet. There were a few seconds where you’re a little bit bewildered by what’s going on, but when you look into Chan’s dark eyes and as he takes your free hand, you become more centred.

Before you know it, he leans down to kiss you and kisses you good. You’ve never felt anything like it and as Felix releases your hand and sneaks behind your body, your mind starts turning into jelly. He gently swipes your hair to the other side of your shoulder while his other hand freely roams around your waist, underneath your shirt to feel the heat of your skin. His mouth places chaste kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. 

It feels so heavenly to be sandwiched between them; Felix kissing, biting softly over your skin while Chan continues to explore your mouth. It was impossible to think that just a few minutes ago, you were at the grocery store and now a complete world shift just seems to be occurring within that time frame. 

Chan breaks away from you for a second, kissing you tenderly one last time before sitting back down on the bed and moving up to the headboard. God this is really happening. You’re too deep in it now to not follow him like a lost, yet obedient puppy. You can see that he’s hard and want to touch him so badly but-

“Sit between me and face towards Felix,” he instructs before you can even reach for him. 

Your cheeks burn. While you have no idea what’s entirely in store, your body is getting excited and very obviously, so is Felix. He crawls over to you once you’re snug in between Chan’s legs before he tugs your shirt up from the hem and tosses it aside. Then, he finds your lips and kisses you until you have to silently beg and chase him for it.

Squirming in place, you feel hot and subjugated by Chan sitting behind you - snaking and trailing his hands around your now half-bare body, and Felix in front of him, who’s now gone on to give his supposed man some attention too.

He’s up on his knees with his body so close to you that you can feel the heat from him. Chan tilts his head up from resting on your shoulder and lets Felix take what he wants. The slick wet sounds of them both kissing along with the tiny moans you can feel in your ear, makes you shiver all over. You’re only still comprehending this all, that this is still actually happening. 

“So needy,” Chan says as he breaks away from him, inches away from his face when Felix hears and feels you unbuckling his belt. He straightens back up and consumes how flustered you are, observing the way you blink up at him pleadingly, displaying how badly you want it now. 

Felix smirks, gently grabbing your face with one hand and lowering down just enough to kiss you senseless again. But he cannot stray away from his other plans so frees himself from your lips to help slide your pants off down and discards them to the side. 

Immediately, you can see where this is going. 

“Aw, look how bad you want it,” Felix comments, swiping his thumb over the damp spot of your underwear with enough pressure for you to muffle a whine by biting down on your lip. You do want it bad and already seem to be losing a fight to the pleasure Felix is barely giving you. 

“Don’t tease her too much,” Chan cautions. 

Felix doesn’t seem to hear the warning for him as he helps you shimmy your underwear down. From there, Chan takes over. He hooks both of his legs over yours and separates them to not just expose you for Felix but to hold you down for what’s about to unfold. 

Heat accelerates through your cheeks as you feel embarrassed. At this point, your brain hasn’t caught up with the fact that you never show this much skin, let alone any skin in front of either of them. But that was going to be an afterthought for you when Felix distracts your mind by gently prying your legs open from your bent knees.

Pathetic whimpers slip past your lips as Felix lies down on his stomach, his face inches away from your pussy while he pets and glides his two fingers in between your folds. 

Your head shoots back onto Chan’s shoulder, very narrowly missing his face, “f-fuck…oh my god.”

Without warning, you feel the tip of Felix’s tongue lap a few times over your clit. If it weren’t for Chan acting as a human restraint to hold you down, there would’ve been a solid chance of you lurching forward. His arms are still wrapped around your abdomen, preventing you from moving forward so that you can take what Felix is giving you. 

It’s cruel, but Chan thinks it’s necessary for you to feel everything. Which you do when your hands grip each of Chan’s thighs, nearly squashing him backwards between you and the wall. 

“How does it feel?” he asks you. 

“F-Felix, mmm-” you breathe out his name, unable to answer properly and feel some vibrations from Chan’s chest to suggest that he was chuckling. Mainly at the fact that you weren’t able to directly answer his question. 

But it’s not long until the room quickly fills with your whimpers and moans mingled with the beautiful wet sounds as Felix keeps eating out your pussy. Tingly sensations spread like wildfire throughout every cell in your body from his mouth. It’s gradually becoming impracticable to keep up with his tongue. Not that you’ve ever imagined it before, but he does give good oral, good enough to put your breathing pace out of whack when he sucks on your clit. 

He’s not afraid of enjoying himself either. You can hear and feel his moans reverberate throughout your lower half. It even adds to the sensation of bliss that’s forming a knot in the pit of your stomach. So even though you don’t know, this is as good for Felix as it is for you. To him, it’s like going to heaven. 

What you also didn’t seem to know was when Chan unclasped your bra from behind your back and placed it to the side. His hands went from just holding you to now groping and playing with your tits as your body continued to melt into Felix’s mouth. 

“You’re loud aren’t you?” Chan whispers in your ear, rolling both of your nipples in between his thumbs and fingers to make you mewl and squirm. The different methods of pleasure send interesting messages to your brain that only make that crest of ecstasy build higher. 

You can only mewl until coherent words appear in his brain and out through his mouth, “s-sorry.”

Felix’s head game is so ridiculously mind-blowing that it makes you forget what language you speak.

Chan chuckles, purring into your ear, “don’t be sorry. You just can’t help it can you?” 

His hand circles up to your jaw, tilting it towards his face. He confirms in his mind how much of a mess you are. Cheeks stained pink with a fucked up expression that reads ‘I need more’, to which Chan reaches down and kisses you, sloppy and lazy. 

The velvety feel of your mouth when you open up more is slick with warmth. It’s starting to become more obvious how close you are when you start moaning repeatedly into Chan’s mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you after this,” he breaks away, just inches from his lips again. 

You never would’ve guessed that Chan was even capable of forming such a dirty sentence. Then again, you never would’ve guessed that you would ever be in the position that you’re in now - having a threesome with your two housemates. 

“I’m…you’re gonna make me cum,” you sob, turning your head towards Chan on his shoulder, almost as if you were trying to escape the expansion of euphoria. He couldn’t help but kiss your forehead, waiting for you to brace for that wave. 

“Yeah?” Chan rouses. “Want to cum for us baby girl?”

You nod, too helpless to form an answer when you’re on the cusp of a forceful orgasm. He underestimated the strength he needed to hold you down, especially when you’re about to cum. So just when he needed to add more force, your body stiffens. Your legs so desperately crave to clamp around Felix’s head to help triage the pleasure, but it’s no use when Chan has you completely locked in. 

Your eyelids flutter, head pressing back further into Chan’s shoulder, “yes! I’m cumming!” 

With ragged, heavy breathing, the all-consuming pleasure takes you by the throat as the pleasure surges without control. Even though you’re being held down, it doesn’t stop your body from quivering. It lasts for what feels like an entire minute – one of the best orgasms you think you’ve ever experienced. 

Felix’s tongue slows down to a snail's pace, licking a few final stripes before kissing his way up your body, from your clit, abdomen, and then up to the base of your throat. His chin glistens as he adorns a smug smile. 

“Fuck…” you sigh out defeatedly, the aftermath of experiencing a volume of pleasure was starting to take its toll. “Oh my god.”

Chan kisses the side of your head, “sound so beautiful when you cum. Lix, switch with me so I can fuck her, yeah?”

“Wait-“ you pause, trying to reorient yourself as you hold onto Chan’s forearm for support. “I wanna ride you.” 

Felix looks down at you, “you sure angel? Channie isn’t exactly small.” 

From that statement alone, it was obvious to you that Felix was speaking from experience, a strong indication that they had in fact mucked around at least once in the past if not multiple times. But it didn’t matter if Chan or Felix for that matter was packing twelve inches, you needed to have something inside you to tame that need of feeling full. 

“I want to ride you-“ you nod to Chan – “but I want you to fuck me at the same time-“ you indicate towards Felix.

Neither of them expected you to be into that. Then again, they didn’t necessarily expect you to join them in bed either so anything was a surprise to them at this point. Chan and Felix can’t deny how insanely hot it is to hear you not only ask for them to do something but specifically ask you to do that. 

“Are you sure baby?” Chan has to ask you for assurance. 

“I can…I can take both of you.”  

Still stunned at your answer, Felix ushers to Chan, “you heard her.” 

He cannot lie and say that he’s not excited, because he is – they both are. So while Felix goes into the bedside table for a condom and lube, you move yourself off of Chan, turn around and start unbuckling his belt and helping him take his jeans off, almost like you’re in a rush. The imprint of his hard dick is enough to make your mouth water, and as Felix said, Chan definitely isn’t small. 

“Easy, I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles, reorienting himself on the bed so that his head is on the pillow.  

Felix returns with the items he needs to help prep you, taking it as a sign to straddle over Chan’s legs and slowly tug his black boxers down. His cock springs onto his abdomen, the dark pink tip reaching just under his belly button. He had to be at least eight inches. Maybe just under, just.

“Ready angel?” Felix asks, kneeling behind you as you straddle Chan. The position would allow you to not only ride Chan but to take Felix from behind too, a dream so delicious that you can’t help but wonder how it was still all possible. 

“Yes,” you mutter. 

“Okay then,” he replies. 

Chan then holds the base of his cock steady for you, watching you slowly take those eight inches. The tip of his dick gently slots into your pussy, taking your time with sinking down. The warm heat engulfs his length, already sending shockwaves throughout his lower half. 

“That’s it, baby,” Chan says encouragingly, his fingertips delicately massaging over the skin of your things. “Good girl.”

You bite down on your bottom lip at the extraordinary stretch. In the meantime, Felix squirts a dollop of the lube onto his fingers to warm it up a bit before applying it to your hole.

He thumbs over it, sending shivers up your spine. It’s vital to him to make sure that you’re prepped well for him to fuck your ass. So he starts small by slowly inserting the tip of his finger, before gradually using slow yet long strokes, enough to make your head loll back. 

Felix has to express in awe when he sees the result of your efforts to fully envelope Chan’s length, “look at that. You took all of him, angel.” 

You know very well that you have because you can feel him in places that other men in your past haven’t reached. The stretch still sings a bit but it could easily be confused with the gorgeous satisfaction of Chan filling you right out. 

“So…big,” you strain out, scratching your nails down Chan’s abdomen, almost like a cat, just not as painful. 

Meanwhile, as Felix has slowly been stretching your hole out with his fingers, he uses his teeth and his free hand to peel the foil back of the condom packet. He had already freed himself from his jeans when he went to reach for the lube beside the bed so was hard and ready to roll the condom down his cock.   

“M’ready Lix,” you say to him, unable to see the smile you brought to his face from how eager you are. 

“I know baby, just one second,” he replies before aligning his cock with your hole. 

Very carefully and slowly, he starts pushing his tip in. Your eyes flutter shut, steadying your breathing in the process in preparation to take all of him as well. Chan rubs up and down your arm, distracting you from the temporary sting. With the lube doing its job, Felix can continue to push in at a leisurely pace right until he has the majority of his cock wrapped up by you. 

“Doing so well Y/N,” Chan says reassuringly. “Just stay like this for a bit until you’re ready to move yeah?” 

You nod, allowing your body and muscles to relax and ease into the pleasure that’s starting to fade out the burn. It’s difficult to comprehend a fuller feeling than this; to have two cocks stuffed in you to the hilt, and after a few moments of getting used to it, you slowly start to move. 

“Mmm, yes fuck,” you sigh with satisfaction, using your hands on Chan’s abdomen to steady your body as you being to move your hips. “You both…feel so fucking good inside me.”

Your words were difficult for Felix to not listen to who was trying to ward off from thrusting for a little bit until you were comfortable with him starting to fuck you. It wasn’t until your movements became a bit quicker that he began to catch up to your pace. Very quickly did the room turn into a space brimming with moans, wet sounds, and the sound of skin slapping. It was plenty to add to the intense sensation you were hurtling towards.  

Chan’s eyes are fixated on watching your pussy swallow his cock with every long stroke you take on him, “oh my god.”

With his tank top still on, Chan lifts it by the hem and holds onto it with his teeth. It wasn’t just to make sure that your hands weren’t going to be slipping on him as you use his abdomen to support yourself when you rock down, but it was also to restrict a whole bunch of moans that were about to rip through his chest. But even that couldn’t put a lid on the groans and growls rumbling from him. 

“Taking us both so well angel,” Felix says exasperatedly in your ear. 

His deep yet velvety voice has you leaning back slightly so that half of your back is pressed against his chest. With the help of you turning your head towards his face, Felix’s mouth crashes onto yours, almost tasting the remnants of yourself from before. He kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth like he’s going to die if he doesn’t. 

“Fucking perfect,” he growls, diverging from your mouth to dive into your neck to suck a few hickies in and groping your tits from behind. “Can’t get enough of you dammit.” 

You sob out as he pinches your nipples, but also when Chan reaches down to your pussy, finds your clit and begins to rub in perfect motions, “god – fuck, I can’t…s’too much!” 

Their cocks hit spots so phenomenally that each time they stroke over them, your holes involuntarily clench around them. Not to mention the total stimulation they were feeding you. 

Felix’s hips haven’t faltered since they started pumping forward into your ass. The upward curvature of his cock seemed to be scratching the part of your brain that is responsible for making your eyes roll back. Chan’s dick on the other hand had you shaking. The length and girth were sickeningly satisfying. 

“Not gonna last,” you whine, still keeping up the same pace when you rock down on Chan and feel Felix continue to thrust in and out. “So close…” 

The hem of Chan’s shirt is long gone from his mouth, already given up on trying to suppress whatever was going to come out, “gonna cum for us again, huh? Such a good girl, taking us both at the same time.” 

Chan couldn’t lie either, but he was close a long time ago, probably the second you decided that you wanted to ride him. Felix happened to be on the same page. He couldn’t get over this entire situation, finding it so fucking hot that even just a dream of it would be a blessing. 

Words start to slip away from your brain once more. Aside from your orgasm swimming towards an astronomical high, you try to cling to that amazing feeling before it eventually disappears. But all good things come to an end. Your nails dig into Chan’s thighs while Felix has one arm barred just under your chest as the other hand doesn’t let up on your nipple. It throws your pace off balance and staggers your breathing when you start reaching that very pinnacle of euphoria. 

“Yes! Fuck, I’m cumming!” You scream out. 

Your thighs clamp around the frame of Chan’s lower half, shaking and shivering in place as the pleasure reaches its apex. Felix didn’t let up on his pace, fucking you all through your orgasm as Chan replaces your motions by fucking upwards and into you. Both of your holes spasm and contract around their dicks, enough to actually make them cum by the time you’ve reached the height of your orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum, holy fuck, s’too good,” Felix’s head rests on your back, watching his cock disappear in and out of you before he starts to bust inside of the condom. His fingernails brutally dig into your hips when he cums. 

Your moans easily fill up the room once more now that you have no choice but to succumb to the euphoria when your orgasm hits its hardest. Chan’s head tips back further into the pillow, eyes screwed tight shut as he’s hit with a tsunami of pleasure. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he exclaims loudly, his chest heaving up and down as he spills inside of you. He’s lucky that he did because as the pleasure reached a point where it was too much for you to bear, you slowly lean forward towards Chan, their cocks sliding out of you in the process. 

On each exhale your body shudders, like the surges of aftershocks while the pleasure slowly plateaus. From this angle, Felix can still see you contracting, watching Chan’s cum leak from your pussy. If he wasn’t so fucked out, he would’ve had the energy to eat you out again. 

In saying that, he is the first to recover and come to his senses a bit faster than either you or Chan. He takes the condom off, ties it, and discards it in the rubbish bin in the corner of the room before putting his boxers back on. Meanwhile, you’re still panting trying to catch your breath, resting on top of Chan’s body, you feel his hand run soothingly up and down your spine. 

“Such a good girl for us,” he says caringly. “Felt so good.”

Felix sits beside you both at the top of the bed. He cards a gentle hand through your hair, observing your distant expression, “you there baby?” 

You blink up at him and nod, your brain still trying to process that sort of orgasm. 

“When you’re ready, we’ll get you cleaned up yeah?” He smiles softly down at you. 

As the minutes ticked by, Felix lent you a helping hand to stand up when you were ready. Even though you were wobbly on your feet, he still guided you to the bathroom and ran a nice hot shower. Both Felix and Chan joined you in a bid to make sure you knew that they were there, dousing you with as much praise as an individual could get – and they meant every word. 

When you were ready to hop out, Chan fetched you one of his warm jerseys and placed it straight over your body before telling you to hop in his bed while he went to gather up the towels and clothes from the bathroom. Just as he was picking up the last items, Felix caught him right as he was about to walk out. 

“She okay?” Chan asks him. 

Felix nods reassuringly, “out like a light.”

“Alright then,” he sighs contently. “She’ll probably be asleep for the rest of the day.”

“Mm,” he hums, staring at a space just to the side of Chan who picks up on the subtle behaviour. 

“Is there something wrong?” Chan asks as a slight concern balloons in his chest. 

“When are you going to tell her?” Felix asks. 

Chan stares at him, trying to figure out what he means, “tell her what?” 

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “that you like her, idiot. That we like her.” 

That had been a distant thought for Chan for some time. The possibility of that ever working out between the three of you seemed like a long shot. You only all slept together. There was no depth to it other than that even though deep down, Chan would’ve liked it to be for the sole purpose that he likes you. But it’s not just him.

It’s also the one standing at the doorframe, staring right back at Chan; Felix. 

[twinklix]

screaming, crying, sliding down the wall in anguish

what am I missing?

act thirteen: “You’re my everything.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

series masterlist

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: please let me know your predictions for what is going to happen.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex, anal play, use of a butt plug, names such as baby, princess and good girl

Work was long and you were relieved when Changbin asked you to join him and the boys for pizza and beer at his house. You had been picking up more shifts than normal since you were trying to save some money. You showed up before Jisung arrived. Chan was taking a shower after coming over after working out.

Standing in the kitchen with Changbin you listen as he’s telling you about a song he’s been working on. There is something about Changbin when he’s passionate about something that you find so attractive. He absolutely loves making music and loves talking about it. You could listen to him talk about it for hours.

“It’s been awhile since the three of us hung out,” he says changing the subject.

“I know things have been different recently.” You can’t help but wonder if your sexual activities with the boys are ruining things. Things have definitely been different because of it.

“It’s not a bad thing that things are different,” he says.

“I’m trying not to overthink things,” you keep telling yourself you can’t get in your head right now. You start to overthink things you feel like you might mess everything up.

“Before the boys come in here I wanted to ask if I could see you again, just the two of us.”

“Of course you can. We haven’t really gotten too much alone time.”

“I know work has been pretty crazy and I’m trying to let you see the other boys. I’m trying not to get jealous of them getting time with you.” You had no idea Changbin was trying not to be jealous about you seeing the boys. You thought he was completely fine about everything being casual. “Let’s plan a date night soon.”

Before you can say anything else Chan walks into the kitchen dressed in a pair of sweatpants a black hoodie. Without saying a word he pulls you into a big hug. There is something about the way he’s always hugged you that has made you feel safe. He gently kisses your forehead earning a smile from you.

“Hey you.”

“Hi, Chan.”

“So the pizza should be here soon, and Jisung is about five minutes away with a case of beer,” Changbin speaks up. You pull away from Chan looking over at Changbin. He just gives you a crooked smile.

Jisung arrives right before the pizza. You help Changbin step up the coffee table with plates, while the other two boys are opening bottles of beer.

Sitting down on the couch you aren’t expecting Chan and Changbin to move quickly to make sure they get to sit next to you. Changbin sits next to you first. He puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes it before shooting Chan a glance.

Jisung doesn’t move. He stands in front of the coffee table with a smile across his face as he watches everything unfold. Chan sits on the other side of you trying to act casual.

“I’m just gonna sit in this chair away from whatever that was,” he laughs before sitting down.

Jisung flips through Netflix as you all work on eating your pizza. The whole time you’re watching the anime Jisung put on it’s like Chan and Changbin are trying to make their presence known. Changbin’s hand never leaves your thigh. Occasionally he’ll rub your thigh and then every so often he’ll squeeze it. Chan on the hand gets comfortable and leans against you.

Throughout the whole night you can feel Jisung watching what is unfolding. The whole night both the boys stay close to you.

When exhaustion finally starts to hit you know it’s time to call and Uber to come get you. You help the boys clean up the living room before hugging Jisung goodbye.

“Did you want me to give you a ride home?” Chan asked, standing by the front door.

“Do you mind swinging by my place?” You planned on calling a ride to pick you up.

“Come on, I'll take you home.”

You walk over to Changbin who is watching you carefully. He pulls you into a tight hug. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

You pull away slightly while he’s still embracing, “yes.”

“Thursday night let’s go out to dinner.” He kisses the top of your head before pulling away.

“Okay.”

“You ready?” Chan says catching your attention.

Walking down the street to Chan’s car he walks close to you. You can’t help but feel like your night with Chan is far from over.

“So did you want to have a sleepover?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“At your place or mine?”

“We can go to your place.” The idea of another sleepover with Chan made you very happy. You love being able to fall asleep in his arms. Your place is a short drive from Changbin’s apartment. Chan parks his car and waits for you with his hand out. He wasted no time lacing his finger with your leading into the lobby of your apartment.

Walking into your place Chan comes inside locking the front door.

“You can make yourself at home. I need to shower.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles, “can I join?”

“Didn’t you shower at Changbin’s?”

“Taking a solo shower is very different from showering with you.”

“Okay you can join.”

Waking into the bathroom you slide the shower door open and turn on the warm water. You strip away your clothes quickly. You look over at Chan who is doing the same. He’s left standing there on full display. His naked body is absolutely mouth watering. You can’t help but feel self conscious about how soft and squishy your body is compared to his.

“You’re so hot,” you can’t help but blush saying this to him.

Cutest smile spreads across his face as he eyes wander your bare body. “I think you’re hot too.” There is something about the way Chan looks at you that makes you feel confident. Right now standing in the bathroom naked with him you don’t feel like you need to hide your body or any part of yourself from him. He steps forward taking your face in both of his hands before he presses his lips to yours for a kiss. Pulling away he’s wearing that same smile, “we should get into the shower.”

Stepping into the warm water you can’t help but let out a sigh. Chan walks in closing the door behind him.

“Can I wash your hair?”’ He asked.

You've never had a man ask to wash your hair before. You simply nod your head before stepping fully under the warm water.

He pours your strawberry scented shampoos into your hair and gently massages your scalp. Turning around you let the warm water wash away your shampoo. It seems like Chan has every intention of keeping this shower innocent. You step away from the water and wash your body with sweet scented body wash. You watch Chan carefully as he closes his eyes letting the warm water cover him.

This feels so intimate without being sexual. He moves away from the water letting you step under the warm water.

Turning off the water Chan steps out of the water and hands you a fluffy towel. You both dry off before getting ready for bed. He gets dressed in only a pair of boxers, and you put on underwear and just an oversized shirt.

The moment your body hits the bed Chan pulls you towards him. Curling up close to him you rest your head on his chest. His hand slowly runs up and down your back. It doesn’t take long before you drift off to sleep. The last thing you hear is Chan whispering, “good night baby.”

-

Sleep doesn’t find Chan as easily as it does you. He continues to rub your back gently as he listens to your breathing slowly even letting him know you’ve fallen asleep.

There are so many things he wishes he could say to you but he knows he can’t. He hopes you’re asleep and don’t hear him as he says one of the things he’s been dying to say. “You’re my everything.”

Regarding my taglist: I’m tagging so many people like 300+ people and the the amount of reblogs and interactions I’m getting compared to my taglist make me quite sad. I kindly ask if you request to be tagged that you interact with my writing. It takes me a really long time to make sure I tag everyone. Im going to start removing silent readers and blank blogs to make tagging easier. If anyone wants to be added to this stories taglist I have decided to close it for now. I can’t add anymore people unfortunately. Im really asking for interaction if I’m spending the time to tag you.

Thank you to anyone who has been replaying to the post and reblogging them.

[twinklix]

what am I missing?

act ten: “Just promise me I’ll still get time with you.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

series masterlist

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: what is everyone thinking about each of the boys so far?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just angst for this chapter but for other chapters: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex.

Anyway you look at it, things between you and the boys are different. They still treat you the same when you’re all together. But there is something about the fact that they have all seen you naked and been with you in the most intimate way that makes you feel different.

You’re working a shift with Chan for the first time in a very long time. He’s been so busy with his studio job he barely ever picks up shifts waiting tables. You’re over this shift and you can’t wait to be off. Sitting on the curb in back behind your restaurant. You’re taking your time trying to have a moment away from your crowded restaurant. The door opens and moments later Chan sits down next to you.

“Why haven’t we quit tonight?” He groans, leaning against you.

“I don’t know but I’m over this shift. All the customers are assholes and on top of that Mingyu and Yuqi working are together in section two,” even though it’s been a while seeing them together makes you feel awkward.

“Forget about Mingyu.”

“It’s a little hard when I know he’s seen me naked.”

“I mean I’ve seen you naked too,” he smiles.

“Except you didn’t basically dump me right after for another girl,” you can still picture Mingyu's face as he tells you about Yuqi. The feeling of him rejecting you still burns.

“Well if you want maybe we can have a date night like did with Jisung and maybe you know-“

“Is this your way of asking me to have sex with you?” You can’t help but tease him. You know Chan would never use you just to hook up.

“I would like to have a little date night. We don’t even have to sex,” you look over at him and notice he’s already blushing.

“I would really like that,” you can’t help but smile.

“Good, I liked being able to spend time with you.” He reaches down, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Just so you know I haven’t told either of the boys details about what happened between us.” You say. He pauses as he pulls away from you.

“I want what happens between us to be private.” There is a gentle look in his eyes. You hope he always looks at you this way.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to share this with the boys.” He says.

He reaches down, lacing his fingers with yours. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Did you want to go to that diner on fourth street we used to go to when we would study tonight after we’re off?” This little diner has always been a place you loved spending time at.

“Just the two of us?” He asked.

“Yes, just the two of us.”

“I need to go back in and finish the last two hours of this hell shift,” you sigh, pulling away from him.

He stands up and grabs your hand before you can walk away. He rests his hand gently on your cheek. You can’t tell if he’s going to kiss you but you desperately want him too.

“Chan?”

“Yes?”

“Are you teasing me or are you going to kiss me?”

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” The way he smiles at you is enough to give you butterflies.

“Absolutely.”

This isn’t some heated searing kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel like you’re home. Reaching up, you rest your hand on his chest. You could stay in this moment forever.

“Good luck in there,” he says softly as he pulls away.

The rest of your shift luckily went by quickly. You barely had to see Mingyu or Yuqi which helped a lot. You walked outside to find Chan leaning against his car waiting for you. “I almost quit as I was walking out,” Chan says.

“I think I almost quit every shift.”

“Let’s go get food,” he says.

Luckily you walked the short distance to your work today so you don’t have to worry about leaving your car at work. Chan drives you both to the diner that’s only ten minutes away. Walking into the quiet diner you sit in a booth in the back where you often used to sit. It’s after midnight and there aren’t many people here. Sitting in this familiar diner you miss the long nights you would spend in here studying with Chan.

You look up from your menu to find him watching you. You already know what you want to eat so you aren’t sure why you even looked at the menu. You’ve always gotten the same thing to eat here.

“Strawberry waffle?” He smiles.

“Of course.”

Nights like this remind you how Chan has always brought you a sense of comfort. He knows everything he could possibly know about you and he always goes out of his way to make you happy.

The waitress comes over and takes your order and before she can leave Chan orders you both a hot coco just like you used to drink while studying.

She comes back, handing you each a warm glass of hot cocoa with whip cream on it. You sit there sipping on the hot beverage as you start to relax after your long night at work. You can tell Chan is silently studying each of your movements.

“Does this count as a date?” You can’t help but wonder, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Do you want this to be a date?” He raises his eyebrow as he studies you.

“Chan, don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I would like to think this is a date,” he reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. He slowly drags his thumb across your knuckles. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you watch him as he gently traces your skin.

“I remember the first time I met you. There was just something about being around you that made me happy. You felt like sunshine on a rainy day.” You suddenly feel speechless. He's never said anything like this before. You know you’ve always been special to him, but he’s never said anything like this before.

“Chan, I need you in my life.”

“Don’t worry baby I’m not going anywhere,” he lifts your hand and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your delicate skin.

“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you by spending time with the boys,” you can’t bring yourself to say their names right now or mention that you’re having sex with them.

“I’m okay. I’ll always be okay,” he presses another kiss to the top of your hand. You wanted to believe he was telling the truth but something deep down inside of you knew Chan wasn’t telling the truth.

“Just promise me I’ll still get time with you. I might not be wild in bed like Jisung, but I promise I can make you feel good.”

“Chan, I don't need you to be wild. I would do it again with you in a heartbeat. You made me feel so confident and so wanted.”

“It’s not hard to make you feel wanted, when I want you.” He gives you that gentle smile as his cheeks lightly blush. For a moment you forget you’re in a diner past midnight. The only thing your brain can focus on is your best friend who is sitting across from you.

“I want you too,” you say. You wished this table wasn’t separating you, because you desperately want to kiss him.

Before he can respond the waitress comes over and sets your food down on the table. You don’t eat for a long moment, you just watch Chan wondering what is going through his mind.

“You should eat while it’s hot,” he says.

“Chan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I go over to your house tonight?” You don’t want him to drop you off after this. You want to spend the night curled up next to him.

“Absolutely.”

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[twinklix]

i cant do this. i cant. i would endure a zombie apocalypse if it means i get lix.

⎯ IN MY HEAD. felix yongbok lee

🎧 : felix lee x female reader

TROPE. zombie apocalypse au, friends to lovers, eventual smut, minors dni

WORD COUNT. 6.2k

WARNINGS. mentions of suicide, death

SYNOPSIS. after her grandfather's death, y/n is once again alone in the world. that is, until she meets larry - and shortly after, three boys that quickly become more like family to her than any blood related bonds she'd ever had. among these boys, one stands out to her: a certain deep-voiced australian with blue hair.

SMUT WARNINGS. unprotected sex, bicep biting (is that a warning), dom(ish)!felix, sub!reader, hickeys, use of pet names (darling, love, pretty, etc.), oral sex (female receiving), fingering

In art, there are so many things that can go wrong, but they never truly go wrong. Putting the wrong color somewhere, or making a stroke where it shouldn't be - that's a form of artistic genius. A slash of red cutting through a barren white landscape is a symbolism, not something ugly and never the work of a poor artist. No, it is beauty, life and nature in its truest forms.

Sadly, my life and art are two very different things. Because everything that could go wrong in my life has gone wrong. And my life is absolute shit.

It started off when I was eleven, when my dad shot himself right in front of me. Then again when I was fifteen, and my mom took my brother and left in the middle of the night, leaving me in the care of my not-so-caring grandparents. Barely four years later, and now I'm here. In the middle of the desert with one of those not-so-caring grandparents, watching as he slowly dies.

My grandmother croaked a long time ago - she had lung problems anyways. My grandfather has put up a good fight. But, sadly, when you're ninety-seven years old, the apocalypse is hard to survive.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't bring myself to. I had wasted too many tears already over my fallen family members, and I couldn't afford to with him. Not when he had spent so many years tormenting me, starving me, banning me from the outside world. Which is why I should have died months ago.

I had no experience whatsoever in survival. I'd never gone camping, never even spent a night out of my house before. So, when I found myself able to make a campfire within a half hour of beginning to try, I realized that I had more luck than I could imagine, when I had thought myself unlucky my entire life.

I pondered this, whirling the knife I had found in a random army surplus store between my fingers as I watched my last surviving family member taking his last breaths before me.

He didn't want to speak to me, and I knew he wouldn't. So it surprised me when my grandfather whispered my name. His voice was dry and cracked, and he weakly lifted his hand to point at the pistol laying with my bag a few feet away from him.

He wants to kill himself, I realized. He wants to just end it here, and leave me alone. Not that I was complaining. He was slowing me down anyways.

I stood, and tossed him the gun. "Wait till I'm a ways away. I'm leaving."

I didn't say goodbye. He said nothing either as I gathered my few belongings together and kicked the fire that had been going, getting its last few flames to die down and fade into the night.

"Please understand," was the last thing my grandfather said to me as I began my walk away.

I didn't turn around. I couldn't. Because I knew that if I did, I would already be looking at a fresh corpse.

Two weeks and four days after my grandfather's death, I am still alone.

Well, not entirely alone. Somewhere into the first week without him, I stumbled across a stray dog. Its ribs were poking into its skin, and it was too weak to even stand. I was going to shoot it, to put it out of its misery. But I just couldn't bring myself to.

I ended up staying with the dog for hours, feeding him what little food I had left in my bag and talking to him, then carrying him to somewhere we could shelter for the night when it began to get to dark. Miraculously, the dog had survived. I named him Larry.

Larry hardly leaves my side now. He hunts with me, attacks zombies (he's a fearless little dude), and barks when he senses something's wrong.

Which is what he's doing right now.

I look around, fully alert for what might come barreling out of the darkness surrounding us at any moment. My bow (that army surplus store was crazy loaded) sat on the ground next to me, and I picked it up, knocking an arrow.

"Shh, Larry." I gently touch the dog's nose, and he stops barking, instead keeping his hackles raised and baring his teeth into the night.

Instead of zombies - what I was expecting to emerge - three boys trudge into the light, leaning on each other for support. The one in the middle is heavily wounded. Just by glancing at him I can see blood seeping through an open wound on his stomach, which is bare of clothing. In fact, all three boys are shirtless. It would be a welcome sight if not for the fact that they all looked like they were about to pass out from exhaustion.

Nonetheless, I raise my bow, drawing the arrow back and pointing it at each of the boys in turn.

"Please," the one on the left says. "We need help. Please."

"Were you bitten?" I demand, keeping the corner of my eye on Larry, who looks like he's about to go feral at any moment.

"No. Look- we need some fucking help," the boy on the left snaps. His face then softens. "Please. He's dying." He motions his head slightly at the boy in the middle, who, as if on cue, collapses into him.

I don't know what it was, but something about me trusted these boys. Which is ridiculous, I know, seeing as this is an apocalypse and they literally just walked out of the abyss, but I want to know who they are.

Plus, I'm sick of being alone.

"I don't have many supplies," I say.

The left boy, who seems to be the spokesperson for the other two, takes this as my sign to come sit, and he and the boy on the right drag their other friend towards where I stand.

"Anything to stop the bleeding," the boy on the right says softly.

"What's his name?" I ask neither of them in particular, but they both answer the same thing. Seungmin.

I nod, reaching into my bag. That damn army surplus store had everything, because I'm able to pull out a roll of gauze and my bottle of water out of my bag, along with a salt shaker that I picked up somewhere. I dump most of the salt into my water bottle, and lean over Seungmin so that he can see my face.

"Hi, Seungmin. My name's Y/N. I'm gonna help you, okay?"

Seungmin nods slightly, sucking in sharply at the movement.

Gently, I pour the saline solution over the wound on Seungmin's stomach. He hisses in pain, and the boy who had been on the right wrings his hands together. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know enough," I say.

"That's really fucking reassuring," Seungmin grunts from below me.

I now press the gauze down on the wound, earning a curse from the wounded boy, and turn to the other two. "Do either of you have a cloth or something I could wrap around this?"

Both of the other boys scrambled to open their bags.

"Here." The boy on the right says, tossing a maroon T-shirt at me. It was damp, but not fully wet, so it would be fine over the gauze. "We both used our shirts to stop the bleeding before," the boy then continues to explain.

Ah. That explains why they're shirtless.

I wrap the shirt tightly around Seungmin's abdomen, and he winces in pain as I do so.

"That's the best I can do until I have better supplies. I can look when it's light out. He'll be okay for now, though," I tell his friends, who both let out breaths of relief.

"Thank you." The boy on the right says, and I can now get a better look at all them.

The boy who just spoke is the tallest. His hair is sweaty, but a dark brown color, and he has pretty features.

The right boy, however, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He has freckles dancing across his cheeks, and dyed blue hair that falls nicely around his face. As I drag my eyes up and down his body, I note his toned muscles and nice physique. And, even in the apocalypse, he has earrings in.

I peel my eyes back towards the fire, realizing I've been staring.

The three of us sit in silence for a while, looking at the fire between us. Larry has calmed down now - presently, he's lying next to Seungmin, with his head resting on the injured boy's thighs. Seungmin himself is asleep, covered by a combination of my jacket and a bundle of newspapers that one of the other boys found in his pack, for whatever reason.

It takes me a while to talk to either of them just sitting there, watching the flames arabesque into the air and die moments after.

"What's your name?" I finally ask to neither of them in particular. The boy on the left was the one who answered, as expected.

"Minho," he says. "Lee Minho is my name. This is Lee Felix."

"Brothers?"

Minho shook his head. "Close enough to be though."

"How'd you guys meet?" I couldn't help but be curious about the three of them - and why they had stumbled across me of all people.

Minho sighed. "Chan."

"Who?"

"Chan. He brought us all together."

"We started with eight," Felix tells me, and I notice his Australian accent. I must have missed it before. "Now it's just us." He looks down at the ground.

"Five of you are-" I start, but Minho cuts me off.

"Dead, yeah. Hyunjin died first, then Changbin. Chan died around two weeks ago, and Jeongin right after him. We tried to save Jisung . . ."

"He died yesterday," Felix says softly. "Same attack Seungmin got hurt in." His jaw is tense as he speaks, and I can tell it's a touchy subject for both of them. "What about you?" His face softens a little as he looks up at me, and I shrug.

"My grandparents. My dad died when I was a kid, and my mom left me, so they're who I was living with when this whole thing happened. My grandmother died a few days in. My grandfather died almost three weeks ago."

"I'm sorry," Felix says, and I suddenly feel bad for not saying I was sorry about his friends.

"Don't be. They starved me, hit me. You know, fun stuff."

"I'm sorry," Felix repeats, softly this time.

"Tell me about them."

Minho and Felix both look at me. Minho's eyes are red, like he's holding back tears, but not doing a good job of hiding it.

"Your friends, I mean. Unless you don't want to-"

"No, yeah." Felix glances over at Minho, who just looks around a little, as if indicating he didn't want to talk. "Chan, the guy who brought us all together, he was an Aussie. Like me." He smiles a little, but it fades just as soon as it begins. He has a pretty smile. "He liked music. A lot. Had two little siblings before. Then, uh, Changbin. He was really fucking short. He got up to work out every morning too. God, he was so annoying about working out."

I find myself smiling a little, and laughing quietly along with Felix as he tells me about his old friends. Minho looks a little better, even looking up when Felix started talking about Jisung.

"He and Minho were really close," Felix finishes with, eyes flitting over to Minho, who smiles sadly.

Sensing that the topic was over, Felix then turns and scratches Larry behind his ear. "How'd you find him?"

I tell them the story of Larry. They laugh at his name. I smile. This cycle continues for most of the night, sharing stories and laughter that gets increasingly louder into the early hours of the morning, before Minho announces that we should get at least a few hours of sleep before traveling the next day. It was as if an unspoken agreement had passed between us - we would travel together from now on.

"Are you cold?" Felix asks me, glancing down at my jacket over Seungmin. I didn't mind giving it to him, but it did leave me in only a tank top and a pair of shorts. Nonetheless, I shook my head.

"The fire's still going, I'm fine."

Felix shakes his head. "Come here, we can all keep each other warm."

"Really, I'm fine." As inviting as his tanned chest is for me to curl up against, I insist on staying on the opposite side of the fire.

"Y/N."

"He's really fucking stubborn," Minho says as he lies down. "Just do it."

"Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomf-"

Felix rolls his eyes. "I can promise you, I'm not and I won't be. Come here."

"What if you guys are fucking psycho, and you kill me in the middle of the night or something?"

"I could kill you just as easily next to me as I could two feet away from you," Felix says. "You're actually less likely to die if you come over here. Cause like, you could freeze."

Finally, I give in, and make my way over to Felix, who smiles at me as I lie next to him.

"Are you gonna punch me if I put my arms around you?"

"Maybe."

"I'll take those odds."

I feel his arms wrap around my waist, and the front of his body presses against the back of mine, molding me against him. He's right - I'm a lot warmer with him. His face rests against the back of my neck, and I move my hair so that it's not in his face.

"You can keep it there if you'd like," he says quietly.

"Lix, why aren't you cuddling me?" I hear Minho complain from the other side of him.

"Cause you have a full fucking jacket with you, Minho. I'm not cuddling her, we're staying warm." Felix doesn't speak loudly, his low voice tickling against my bare shoulder blade. "Are you comfortable?" He then asks me, shifting his grip around my waist.

"Yeah, it's fine," I tell him, not wanting to admit that I never want to leave his embrace.

The next morning, Felix and I get up to go find more in-depth medical supplies for Seungmin, while Minho waits with Seungmin at the campsite. Larry waits with them, having found a newfound love for the latter of the two, who he now refuses to leave the side of. So much for loyalty, but I don't really mind.

As we searched, Felix and I got to know each other better. He was nineteen years old, and I was eighteen. He had been a hip-hop dancer, and I had been a volleyball player. His lifelong dream had been to open a cafe in Seoul, where he could visit Chan, who was to become a producer for JYP Entertainment there, every day.

I felt bad for him. Within the span of a couple months, Felix had lost everyone in his life - his parents, his two sisters, five of his best friends, along with any shot he had at achieving that dream of his.

"I like baking," he had explained to me when talking about the cafe. Then, letting out a breathy laugh, he said, "I'll make you some of my world-famous brownies when we get somewhere safe. They're so good, zombies would probably try to eat them instead of us."

I shook my head at that, but smiled to myself anyways.

We kept at that for a few hours, until we were sure we had found enough supplies to take care of him. We went back to the camp, and treated him.

In fact, this is how the next few months looked. Taking turns finding supplies, getting to know each other better, Seungmin healing, and building more of a home than a camp in that abandoned warehouse that I had first expected to only stay a night in.

The warehouse, we figured out, had been used to make candy before, so there were tons of boxes of candy that had been stacked against one wall and abandoned. Other than that, the warehouse and the room overlooking it were empty.

All four of us (plus Larry) had created a makeshift shared bedroom in the overlooking room. Since the first night, I slept with Felix's chest pressed against my back and his arms looped around my waist almost every night, so there were only three beds - really only mattresses with random blankets on them - in the room.

Felix and I have also gotten much closer lately. In fact, all of us have. Seungmin, who is now fully recovered, Minho, Felix, (Larry), and I have become sort of a group, I guess you could call it.

Which is why I was surprised when I heard Minho and Felix talking one day, coming back from looking for supplies with Seungmin. I started to say something to him as I walked up the stairs, but he grabbed my shoulder, covering my mouth with his hand quickly. He let go of my shoulder, making a listen motion by tapping his ear.

"You should just say something," Minho was saying.

"And what, fuck up everything here? Things are great. We haven't been attacked in three days, she sleeps in bed with me every night, and-"

"It doesn't matter. If you have feelings, you shouldn't just keep them inside. Especially if you're sleeping in bed with her every night. That's actually fucked up if you don't tell her. She has no idea that someone who thinks about her - sexually - is sleeping with a dick next to her every night."

"That doesn't even make sense. Plus, I think she knows I have a dick."

"Maybe I chopped it off."

Seungmin rolled his eyes, and I choked back a giggle.

"Can you not?"

"I'm just saying. I just caught you jerking off and saying-" Minho is cut off by Larry, who runs over to the door and pushes it open at that very moment.

Seungmin quickly drops his hand from my mouth, and I straighten my back, as though we had just come up the stairs.

"You're back," Felix says.

Seungmin tosses our bag of supplies on the ground. "Matches, canned food, band-aids, and a few other things."

Minho nods, picking up a few of the supplies and starting to put them away.

"I'm gonna take a walk," I declare after a moment.

Minho looks up. "Do you want one of us to come with you?"

I shake my head. "I'm alright by myself. I won't be gone for long."

That's what I said. Little did I know, I would be gone for three hours. Then six.

It was almost dark out by the time Seungmin and Larry found me. I was lying in the middle of the road, a huge gash drawn diagonally across my abdomen.

I was out cold when he laid me down on mine and Felix's bed, and I didn't wake up until three days later.

When I did, Felix was beside me. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, wringing his hands together. My shirt was pushed up so that my stomach was exposed. When I looked down, it was wrapped in a white bandage.

"Felix?" I say, my voice deep and raspy. I move to sit up and groan, my stomach throbbing.

He looks up, his face pinched, and sighs, his entire body visibly relaxing. "You're up. How do you feel?"

I throw my head back against my pillow, groaning. "Horrible. What happened?"

"Seungmin found you," he says. "There was so much blood, Y/N . . . We thought you might have been dead."

"I can't remember anything that happened. Was I bitten?"

"Not that we could find. Seungmin thought someone might have jumped you, or you just got hurt some other way."

"How long was I out?"

"Three days. You needed the rest."

"How long have you been there?"

"Also three days."

I close my eyes. "Seungmin? Minho?"

"They're getting supplies. They sit with you whenever they're here. They just left though, it'll be a few hours before they're back. How bad does it hurt?"

I shake my head. "Too much. I can move though. I'll be okay."

We were both quiet for a little while.

Then, with a sudden surge of confidence, I say, "I heard you and Minho talking."

"What?"

"Before I went on the walk. Before Seungmin and I walked in."

"What did you hear us talking about?"

I stay quiet. Do I really want to let Felix know that I heard him and Minho talking about him jerking off?

"Oh." Felix sighs, and I finally open my eyes to look at him. His hair is held in a half-up, half-down that suits him well. He looks hot. "That's what you heard."

I nod. "Felix, do you really think about me? When you . . . you know."

"Touch myself?"

I swallow hard. "Yeah."

"I think about you all the time," he says, dark eyes boring into my face. "I'm obsessed with you."

"But you think about me like that?"

"Like what? Like I wanna fuck you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Obviously. I wouldn't be moaning your name while I came if I didn't."

"Jesus, Lix, can you not be so blunt?"

"You were the one who asked." He shrugs. "You already heard me talking about it anyways."

"And Minho knows?"

He nods.

"Seungmin?"

Felix nods again.

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

"What happened to not being so blunt?" He laughs.

"Answer."

"Yeah, I do."

I stare at him for a moment. "You really do?"

He's shy all of a sudden. "Yeah."

"Fuck me then."

"You're hurt."

"I feel fine."

"You just said you felt horrible."

"Felix." I reach out, grabbing his hand. "I feel great. I just want you to touch me."

"Yeah?" The shyness fades, and I can see his eyes glint. "You really want me to?"

I nod.

Felix stands so that he's hovering next to me. "You're so pretty," he says quietly, leaning in towards me. He pauses, lips just inches away from mine. "But you're hurt."

"Felix," I say, reaching for his lips, but he pushes me gently back down against the mattress.

"I know, love. Soon."

I roll my eyes at him. "What happened to being obsessed with me?"

"I am." His thumb is tracing across my lower lip, applying the slightest bit of pressure so that it moves a little as he does. "I also don't want you to get even more hurt."

I sigh. "You're probably right."

"I am."

"Why are you so fucking cocky?"

He shrugs. "Do you want anything to eat? I bet you're hungry."

I nod. "I can get it. Can you help me up?"

"Of course," he says. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just stand there so I can hold onto you." I carefully stand, gripping Felix's left bicep as I do so, keeping myself from tipping over.

"You lost a lot of blood," Felix tells me. "That's why you're so dizzy."

"Oh," is all I respond with, too concentrated to really care.

I stumble a little, and Felix's arm shoots out to catch me, looping around my waist.

"I got it. Get off me."

"I think you should lie back down," he says gently. "Just rest a little longer. I'll get you something." He helps me back down on the makeshift bed, and crosses the room to get an apple for me.

He holds it out to me, but I'm already asleep again by the time he's back.

It has now been six months since my injury. I'm fully healed, and back in action. The boys still don't like me going outside by myself, so one of them comes with me everywhere I go.

It's annoying sometimes, but sometimes it's also endearing. The four of us have become a sort of makeshift family, relying on Minho as the mom, Seungmin like a little brother, and Felix . . .

I still want him to rail me into oblivion.

Since that first day that I woke up, neither of us have said anything about that conversation. His hair is different now after growing out some, still vibrant blue, just the roots are now black. It's a good look on him.

Presently, it's early in the morning. Minho and I are sitting at the door to the warehouse, waiting for any sign that Felix, Seungmin, and Larry are back.

Minho holds a baseball bat at his side, nails driven through one end so spikes stick out from all sides. I turn a knife over in my hand nervously, waiting.

"It's three a.m.," Minho states, looking at his watch. "They've officially been gone for twelve hours."

"They're not dead," I say forcefully. "They probably just found a horde or something and had to go the long way."

"The long way doesn't take twelve hours to go around."

"Can you not be so fucking negative?" I turn to Minho, glaring at him.

"Y/N." He says my name calmly, like an adult would to a little kid. "Do you want to go rest? I can wake you up when they're back."

I shake my head. "Do you want to rest? You look like shit, Min."

He shakes his head too. "I'll sleep when they're back."

It's another hour before we finally hear something at the door. Minho has been drifting asleep, but shoots awake when he hears.

Seungmin is yelling outside, banging on the door. "LET US THE FUCK IN YOU MOTHER FUCKERS."

I jump up, holding up my knife, and Minho opens the door quickly. Felix, Seungmin, and Larry all burst through the door. Seungmin catapults to the ground, where he sits breathing heavily. Felix launches into my arms, throwing himself around me and knocking both of us to the ground.

"Fuck," I mumble, rubbing the back of my neck. Felix's hand covered the back of my head when we fell, so the damage is minimal, but it still hurts a little.

As they do this, Minho slams the door shut again. "How many fucking zombies did you guys attract?"

Neither boy answers for a minute. Seungmin lies on the ground, eyes closed, and Felix keeps himself practically attached to me, face buried in the crook of my neck. Finally, he pries himself off me onto the ground next to me and says, "We went a little further out of the city than we expected. Got caught in a freak storm and went the wrong way for a couple hours. Then we turned around, and attracted half the zombies within a ten-mile radius right here."

Minho looks like he wants to hit him. "You what?"

"We had nothing else to do," Seungmin says. "We tried losing them. We tried killing them. Felix is exaggerating, there's probably only twenty or thirty of them out there."

"Twenty or thirty zombies is enough to kill us easy," I point out.

"You're so helpful, thank you Y/N."

"So what do we do now?" Felix asks.

"We have to wait it out." Minho sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Until they leave, or something distracts them."

I groan. "That could take days."

"Then we wait for days. I would rather sit in here and be bored than be out there and get eaten alive."

"We should take watches," Seungmin tells us. "Two at a time. We can keep each other awake."

"Seungmin, Lix, you guys should go sleep first." I look over at the two of them. "You've been out and about for a while."

"I'm fine," Seungmin says. "Felix stayed awake while I rested during the storm when we took shelter. I'll stay down here. Which of you guys wants to rest?"

"You go," I tell Minho.

He rolls his eyes. "I drank so much coffee earlier, I wouldn't be able to sleep if I tried."

We argued back and forth for a minute, but finally, I gave in, and followed Felix up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Let me fix your cuts first." I hold out the first aid kit to Felix, who takes it from me and sets it on the floor.

I set to work on his body first, having him take his shirt off so that I can clean and bandage the wounds on his back and stomach.

"Hey, Y/N," he says as I'm covering one of his shoulder blades with a bandage. "Where'd all of your scars come from?"

"What?"

"A while ago, when you were injured. I, uh, I took off your shirt, to check for bite marks. Your back had so many scars."

"They're all from different things."

"Like what?"

"My family."

He's quiet for a minute, so I break the silence.

"Where'd you get this?" I trace one of my fingers over a scar that reaches from the back of his neck to the middle of his back. It was faint, and you could have missed it if you weren't looking carefully.

He shivers a little as my hand follows the scar, and I relish in the motion. "Don't know the guy who gave it to me," he says after a minute. "Jumped me in an alleyway when I was nine. Killed my sister, and did that to me."

"I'm so sorry, Lix."

He turns, catching my hands in his as I try to apologize further. "Don't be. It was a long time ago. It's okay. Plus, it looks cool right? I'm a total badass."

I laugh. "A total badass who's scared of cockroaches."

"They're fucking creepy." Felix makes eye contact with me, tilting his head a little. "Can I kiss you?"

"What, are cockroaches turning you on?"

"Shut up, Y/N," he mumbles, lips connecting with mine.

His body molds against mine almost perfectly. He pushes me backwards, sitting up so that he's kneeling over me while I sit up on my elbows, lips staying together the entire time.

It doesn't take long for him to break the kiss, scrambling to pull of his shirt. I grab his wrist as he does so, stopping him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna fuck you."

I pause. "You're hurt."

He tongues the inside of his cheek, looking down at me through half-lidded eyes. "I'm definitely not hurt as bad as you were."

"Yeah, well-"

He cuts me off, covering my mouth with his hand. His fingers grip my chin a little as he does so, and he finishes pulling off his shirt with the other hand. He then pauses himself. "Can I fuck you?"

"Since you asked so nicely . . ."

Felix wastes no time in kissing me again. I reach up, feeling up his abs and outlining them with my fingers.

He shivers, and I relish in the fact that it's me who's making him feel like this.

Felix moves to my neck, sucking hickeys into my skin, and I moan out loud. He covers my mouth with his hand, pausing his ministrations to make eye contact with me. "We need to be quiet."

I pause. "What if they hear?"

"They won't. We'll just be quiet." He moves his hand, leaning down to kiss me again, one hand fumbling with getting my shorts down.

I help him slide them off, gasping when he uses his thumb to wipe a stripe up my lower lips.

Felix hums, moving his face away from mine to watch my expression change. "I keep imagining the pretty sounds you make, but I had no idea it'd be like that."

"You like it?" I manage out, holding onto the arm thats gently touching me.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing you." Suddenly his finger is inside me. His. Finger. Is. Inside. Me.

"Oh fuck," I say softly, jolting forward and holding his arm harder. "Fuck, Felix."

"I haven'y even started yet, love, and you're already a mess."

I look up at him. He's watching me with lidded eyes, taking in every contortion of my face, every breathy moan that slips through my lips.

I find my hips grinding against his hand, searching for anything other than his stilled finger. Slowly, he pushes in further, continuing to scan my face for my reaction. When he's finally knuckle-deep, he curls his finger, scraping against the walls of my core. I gasp again at the sensation, leaning my head back. "Felix," I choke out.

"Hmm?"

"Please fucking do something."

He smiles, his finger leaving me and shooting back in. I groan, lips parted as I watch his own face. He finger fucks me, leaning down so that he's close to my cunt, watching his finger move in and out.

"Can I taste you?" he mumbles, kissing lightly along the inside of my thigh.

"Yes, please, fuck," you mutter incoherently. I feel his lips close around my clit, sucking lightly as he continues to move his finger in and out, adding another one. His tongue darts out, circling my clit and pressing lightly on it.

He hums against me. "So sweet. Never wanna stop."

You breathe shakily in response, feeling your imminent high incoming. "I'm-I'm gonna-" I don't even get out the rest of the words before I'm spasming around his fingers, throwing my head back and moaning. His fingers leave my core, one hand flattening my hips back against the mattress and the other reaching up to cover my mouth. His own lips still don't leave my clit, sucking and licking.

"One more, love," he says. "Give me one more."

Maybe three minutes later, I'm cumming again, just as hard as before.

After the second orgasm caused by his tongue, I push Felix's head away, groaning as he leaves little kisses along my legs, then moves back up to my lips. I can taste myself on him - he's right. I do taste sweet.

Felix looks like he's painfully hard, cock straining against his cargo pants. Felix finally rids me of my top, which is followed by the removal of his own pair of pants. We're now fully exposed to each other, and we pause, taking a moment to admire the other's beautiful body.

"Fuck me," I mutter softly.

"You look fucked out, love. Want me to stop here?"

"If you stop right now I'll feed you to the zombies outside."

He laughs, a rumbling chuckle. "Suit yourself, darling." Before I can even respond, he's pushing into me, all the way to the base, where his pelvis meets mine.

We both moan out, and he buries his face into my neck, kissing it gently. "You feel so good. Addictive."

I need my mouth around something - anything. I think I might actually die if I don't get something in my mouth. Before I can even think straight, my teeth are closing over Felix's toned bicep, biting down hard.

He groans, and I can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure. Either way, he's moving now, thrusting lightly into me, as if afraid I might break. Then, suddenly, he's switching it up, going hard and fast. My arms reach around him and I let my hands trail down his back, fingernails digging into his skin. It's not long before he begins to falter, and his grip on my hips tighten. He groans into my neck, murmuring something nonsensical about cumming.

"Do it inside," I say, breathing hard. "Inside, inside."

"Y/N-"

"Felix, I'm gonna cum again." My hips shoot up against his, and I throw my head back. Suddenly I'm orgasming hard, as though a freight train has slammed headfirst into me. My walls are fluttering around Felix, and I hear him muttering something before I feel him cum too, his seed spilling out inside of me.

Felix collapses on top of me, holding me close. We stay like that for a moment, breathing deeply and trying to slow our heart rates before he pulls out of me and rolls off to lie next to me.

Felix smiles, fingers playing with my hair. I turn onto my side, wincing as my pelvis presses into the mattress. I glance down, and notice two purple-shaded hand prints pressed into my skin.

"Sorry," he mumbles against my cheek, arms tightening around me.

"I like them. They're pretty."

"You think so?"

I hum yes, eyes closed.

"Maybe I should leave them more often. It's not like you didn't mark me up plenty."

I open my eyes to find that he's sat up, turning around. His back is covered in scratches from what I can only assume are my fingernails, and when he turns to show me his bicep, I can see cuts where my teeth broke the skin.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, feeling bad.

He shakes his head, repeating the words you said earlier. "I like them. They're pretty."

"Maybe I should leave them more often," you say, repeating his response.

"I'm so obsessed with you, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"You're constantly in my head. I can't get you out." Felix turns to look at me. "But I don't know if I'd ever want to."

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loved this sm. loser!chan the loml omg 😓

18+ / mdi

content: loser!chan, virgin!chan, sub!chan, afab reader, smut, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3

wc: 1943

a/n: upon absolutely no demand whatsoever, loser!chan makes a comeback

masterlist

loser!chan who feels like he's about to cum his pants at the sight before him, laying on your bed and mouth agape as his eyes are unable to remove themselves from your figure.

it was like you wanted to kill him. it was already bad enough that you jumped him every single time he crossed the door to your apartment throughout the entirety of the bio project you'd been working on for the past month (his first ever b, a feat due to his lack of ability to concentrate whenever you were sitting in front of him). now, even after the project was done, you kept seeking him out, always giving him insane pleasure with the barest of touches. it was like you got off at the thought of chan cumming with your most minimal effort.

chan couldn't complain, really. he was absolutely obsessed with you. thoughts of you plagued his mind day and night. he couldnt concentrate at school, always looking forward to any time you'd send him a text along the lines of 'miss u channie :c come see me?' you had him at the palm of your hand, and he loved it so bad.

today, you had pulled a new one on him. the two of you arrived at your room, deciding to settle on a movie (that's right! he moved past study buddy to, uh, whatever it was that your relationship was by now). you put on the movie, excusing yourself to go to your restroom really quick. he didnt think too much of it, simply settling on your bed and eating some of the popcorn you had prepared. he had less of a hard time relaxing around you now. it'd been two months since that first time you'd made him cum in his pants when be came over to your place for the first time. now he was able to hold conversations with you, but was still extremely shy when it came to any sexual encounter with you.

his thoughts were unable to progress past that the moment he heard you clear your throat, signaling your return to your room.

holy shit.

the sight before him was one he had only ever pictured in his most intense wet dreams about you (which happened more often that he was willing to admit). you were wearing objectively the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. it was a cute pink lacy set. it was almost completely see-through and with cute little flowers embroidered onto it. it was adorable, but you werent. you were the sexiest thing he had ever seen. he couldve sworn his dick stood right up just at the sight, already leaking with arousal.

'do you like it, channie?', you purred as you crawled on the bed, not bothering with the mess you created upon pushing off the snacks out of your way.

your eyes carried a lust chan had never seen. he felt like prey, and that excited him like crazy.

'y-you .. fuck ...'

'yeah, channie? tell me', you now sat atop his form, which had been him sitting cross-legged on your bed. his hands immediately went to your hips, making you push yourself even closer to him, 'tell me what you think. is it pretty? do i look pretty for you, channie?'

he nodded enthusiastically, 'yes. you look so ... fuck, so beautiful ... you're perfect.'

'aw, thank you, baby. you're so sweet', you had begun pulling off his clothes the moment you sat on him, somehow managing to even get his pants off despite the awkward position (with his help, of course). letting you undress him was second nature to him by now. his body just moved in place to allow you access to his almost completely bare body.

he felt goosebumps form at the way you softly ran your hands throughout the entirety of his skin.

'channie ...'

'yeah?' his eyes couldnt help but stay glued to yours, wide and waiting for whatever command you had for him. he'd do anything you wanted. you were so good and pretty, all for him. it was the least he could do.

'want you ... want you so bad, channie ...', your hips were lightly grinding against his, probably out of second nature by now.

'y-you can have me. i'll give you anything', his hands were running up and down your body, loving how you leaned against his touch.

'anything?'

'yes.'

'can i have you, channie? can i ... can i sit on you? fuck. ive been thinking about it nonstop ... just want you so bad, please, channie. can i?'

oh, god. he wasnt going to make it. you were begging for him? all while he was willing to give you anything you wanted. there was no reason to beg, but it was making him lose his mind. the thought of you finally wrapping around him made him moan out loud, digging his head into your neck as his hips instinctively humped against yours.

'baby ... can i? please, please, i'll do anything.'

you wanted him dead. there was no other explanation. he was already crying out against your chest, nodding like crazy as he kissed at your skin. he eventually pulled away to look into your eyes, with his own glassy at the insane lust clouding over him.

'yes ... please .. anything. i'll give you anything, just-'

you interrupted him with a kiss, shoving your tongue in his mouth immediately as you pushed him down to lay on his back.

'oh, channie. ive wanted you for so long, you have no idea. i ... can i have it raw, baby? please! just ... ill let you pull out, i promise. im on birth control too. ill take plan b. i dont care. anything, just please, channie ...' you licked at his moaning mouth throughout your entire plea, knowing how much it clouded his mind when you played with his tongue.

he cried against you, begging for you to do whatever you wanted to him. nothing was off-limits. he wanted your cunt more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. he'd do anything for it at this point. lust had completely taken over his mind, making him moan like crazy at any one of your touches.

you made quick work of your lingerie, throwing it off with no care for its state. you had more pressing matters. it seemed like your brain had also been taken over by lust, even showing it in your desperation in ripping off his boxers. the way you wanted him had him throwing his head back. his glasses were completely foggy by now, not allowing him to see you very well. he went to take them off, only to be stopped by you.

'no! baby, keep them on, please. you look so sexy with your glasses, channie. keep them on? for me?' it was impossible to say no to you when your fingers were pulling at his nipples and your bare pussy was grinding against his length.

'y-yeah ... anything you want ...'

'anything? can i sit on you now, then, channie?' yes! you couldve sat on him the moment he first laid eyes on you at the beginning of the semester and he would've thanked all the gods for allowing him such pleasure.

'p-please ... need to feel y- shit!' you interrupted him by finally lowering yourself onto him.

'oh, channie ... fuck ... feel so ... so full', you sighed from above him, speeding up almost immediately at the pleasure.

he had no time to process the feeling, immediately losing his mind to the feeling. there were no coherent thoughts left in him. all he could do was cry as you rode him. you went crazy above him, practically humping him while you cried his name. he finally opened his eyes back up, falling further into insanity at the view in front of him.

your head was thrown back, with your eyes closed shut. one of your hands was on his chest for balance, while the other played with one of your breasts. the view literally made him salivate, having never been able to picture such an erotic image of you in his head no matter how hard he tried. this would ruin him. he was so addicted to you already, he knew that this would only make him fall even deeper.

'f-feel good, channie? tell me. wanna make y- fuck ... wanna make you feel so good.'

'y-yes. fuck ... you- you're so perfect ... w- want ... shit. please ...' he had no idea what he was begging for, he just knew he wanted more.

'fuck me, baby. need to feel you. yeah? just ... your hips, baby, please.'

he was delirious, but he was conscious enough to follow your every direction, digging his feet flat on the bed and beginning to thrust upwards, lacking any rhythm whatsoever. but it was enough to have you leaning over his chest and crying his name. it was also enough for chan to lose all control and begin ramming into you like a madman.

there was no control left in either of you, just humping against each other like animals in heat. he wanted to cum so badly, but not as bad as he wanted you to cum around him. the thought of you creaming against his dick made him throw his head back against the bed, eyes rolling back.

'c-channie ... so fucking good. such a good b- boy for me. sweetest boy, shit. you're perfect, channie. and all mine. go- gonna use you all the time now. want you to give it to me every day. you will, wont you? give me what i want? let me sit on you every day? please ... need more ...', it was like you knew exactly which words to say to push his buttons. he'd give you anything you wanted. there was no need for you to ask.

he was about to blow his load, suddenly remembering you said you'd pull him out, but having his thought interrupted by you reading his mind once more.

'inside, channie. please ... i know- know it's not safe, but please ... im on birth control, its okay, channie, just- fuck! oh, channie! shit!' you began moaning uncontrollably, suddenly freezing above him as your walls tightened against him. you had finally reached your peak, dragging him right along with you.

he had orgasmed with you before, but never like this. he couldve sworn he blacked out for a few seconds, feeling his head go completely blank as he let the pleasure consume him. his voice went as high as ever, expressing the loudest moans he had ever let out. by the end of it, you were both empty shells of yourselves, landing against each other's bodies as you attempted to catch your breaths.

'baby ... are you okay? did you like it, channie?' the first thing you did was check on him. it truly made his heart soar.

'i love you.'

shit. he hadnt meant to say that. he didnt even know he was feeling it? he was half-aware his feelings for you went past just attraction, but what he had just felt only confirmed it for him. he wanted you all to himself, except now he might lose you over his lack of control over his words after you got a hold on him.

'you do? channie ...', you paused, 'i love you too', you sealed your confession with a peck, still sitting on his dick, but ignoring all the juices traveling between the two of you.

he felt insane relief, deciding to further wrap his arms around you and pull you directly into his chest.

''m gonna keep you now? mkay? you're all mine now, channie.'

god, was he more than okay with that.

[twinklix]

Gifsets of Lee Felix ↳ bok walnuts are too yummy | DO NOT REPOST

[twinklix]

hello!! is it okay to see a soft doting dom felix x sub fem reader? i do see quite a lot of weird nsfw lix imagines and i can never read them as im pretty normal and subby and it’s rare to see nsfw imagines like that! same with hyunjin tbh <333

₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚ ✧ anything for you | L.FL

Soft Dom Lee Felix x Fem reader | wc 1.6k

an; Hi anonie! I’m sosososo sorry for the wait. the last year was hectic i've been away but i'm back to writing now! I hope you like this! i also have a way longer felix fic planned out that was originally gonna be my response to thus request ! <3

Warnings; smut, fluff, established relationship, oral (f receiving), felix is head over heels, praise, soft dom x sub, pet names (baby, angel, beautiful), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), mentions of aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything (not edited)

18+ MDNI

"is there anything else you need?!"

He asked this like it was a life or death situation. Furrowed brows adorning his usually calm and sweet face.

"No lixie," you tried to wave his worries away with a laugh, "im fine."

His face softened as he moved to sit beside you on the bed. You turned toward him and took his face into your hands. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met yours. He got like this whenever you left for more than two days, and this time it was a month.

"i just want my baby to be happy... i missed you so much" his gaze shifted down and you released his face.

"i am happy baby! All i need to be happy is you."

A bout of relief swelled in his stomach at your reassurance. He finally let himself breathe, sighing out to try and calm himself down.

“In fact, I’ll show you how happy you make me..” His gaze, now a questioning one, drifted back to you. Before he could inquire further, you reached for his hand, leading it slowly under your skirt, eyes refusing to tear from his widening ones as you did so.

He felt his fingers brush over the fabric of your soft panties. You were wet. VERY wet.

Big doe eyes met his even bigger shocked ones.

“i missed you baby~” you practically mewled, desperation laced deep in your voice, all your neediness from every night of the past month compiled together and rested in your panties where his finger slowly began dragging up and down.

The way you squirmed at his unexpected action made his dick stir in his pants. God he missed you too.

At some point he had moved you to lay beneath him on your shared bed as he hovered above you, admiring everything about you.

“wanna taste you angel..it’s been too long.”

His wish excited you and you nodded up at him eagerly. He sat up and watched with lust filled eyes as you spread your legs, skirt pooling at your legs and putting your panties on display. The wet spot he had felt before, visible to him now.

After a soft “fuck” was mumbled, he reached forward to pull your panties down your legs (with your help). The view in front of him was something he had dreamt about constantly for the past month and now here it was. All for him.

“please baby”

Your plea reached his ears and as much as he wanted to stare at you forever, taking in the sight of your wetness sticking to your thighs, dripping from his favourite place on earth, he wanted more to taste you, feel you and mostly make you feel good.

“anything for you, angel.”

He dove in, arms wrapping around your soft thighs to hold them open as he licked a stripe up your slit.

“taste just as sweet as i remember..” he groaned before wrapping his soft lips around your bud, sucking just the way he knew you loved. And he knew he was right when your hands reached down to thread through his blonde locks. Geez, when did his hair get this long you thought. Your soft whimpers made a beeline to his dick, making it painfully hard.

A strong feeling swirled through your stomach, one that you hadn’t felt in a month. The change in your voice and the tightening of your grip in his hair must have alerted him of your situation because he suddenly pulled his mouth away.

Your hands untangled from his hair and you pushed yourself to sit up on your arms, glaring at him with furrowed brows.

“it’s okay baby, i’ll give you want you want..” You looked at him questioningly as he sat up. “..but i want you to do it while i’m inside you.”

In a moment he had stripped you of your skirt, shirt and bra, taking in the sight of your body like it was the first time again. Red spread across your cheeks as you reached up to his pants, looking up at him for permission, feeling shy that you were the only one naked. After a nod and soft hand smoothing over your hair, you unbuckled his pants and helped him out of them. Them along with his shirt and boxers were discarded on the floor along with your clothes.

Before you even got a chance to look at him, his mouth and hands were on you, kissing you like you were the only source of oxygen in the room. His hands ran along your waist and breasts like he was trying to confirm you were really there after all this time and this wasn’t just another wet dream fuelled by his longing for you.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled into your mouth, voice somehow deeper than usual. He reluctantly pulled away from your mouth as he softly pushed you to lay down.

You were so needy for him, desperate to feel him after so long. He thought you looked so adorable with hands reached up to him trying to bring him closer. “want you lix..please..it’s been so long.”

And who was he to say no to you?

He positioned himself at your entrance, looking at you to see how you bit your lip and watched impatiently to feel him inside you. He pushed himself inside slowly, immediately letting out a deep groan at how tight you were.

“Fuck..” He breathed out as he bottomed out, burrowing his face in your neck to inhale your scent that he missed so deeply.

Having him inside you made you feel full in so many ways. On one hand you felt so complete and content to be with him in this way and to be able to express your undying love for each other in the most intimate way. But on the other hand, the way his length filled you completely made your walls clench and brain go empty, thinking only of him.

“Gonna move now baby.” He told you softly, moving to hover above you. He pulled himself back out to the tip, making your breath hitch, before pushing back inside you swiftly.

You moaned out softly as he developed a steady rhythm, instantly getting lost in the feeling of you.

His eyes shut as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, resting on his arms beside your head.

The kiss was filled with love and passion. It was just another way for Felix to express his upmost adoration for you.

He angled his hips slightly, repeatedly hitting that one spot inside you, making a string of moans be muffled by the kiss. He pulled away to look down at you, his pupils blown as he watched you lost in pleasure.

“fuck..” His deep voice growled out between groans. “.. s-so…fucking beautiful.” His words were coming out stuttered. That pressure already building inside him.

He leaned down again to press wet kisses and soft bites to the sensitive spot of your neck that always made you even weaker for him.

“baby..” You moaned out, reaching up to tangle a hand in his locks.

He hummer in your neck, his thrusts speeding up to bring more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

“That’s right baby…let me hear you.. just wanna make you feel good.” And after he said that, one of his hands snaked down your body, applying pressure to your swollen clit, causing you to tighten around him impossibly more.

“So close lixie!” Those words were such a relief to your boyfriend because he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Not when you felt this good around him and sounded this pretty below him.

The fingers on your clit, along with his thrusts sped up as he groaned out.

“B-baby!” You alerted him loudly that the coil inside of you was about to snap. But he already knew. he could tell by how your walls pulsated around him, practically squeezing his cock.

“i know angel.. i know. let go for me beautiful”

You didn’t need to be told twice as your orgasm washed over you with another loud moan. He couldn’t take it anymore either as he pushed himself inside you as deep as possible and released inside you, panting and groaning.

His hips rocked a few more times to help you both ride out your highs (and because he wasn’t ready yet to be apart from you). Only when overstimulation settled into him did he slowly pull out, instantly connecting his lips to yours as you wrapped your arms around him.

“i love you so much. you’re so perfect. i can’t be apart with you that long again.” The words poured out of him desperately between kisses, all emotions and love for you pouring through him.

“i love you too lixie.” The words were breathy as you slowly came down, smiling up at him warmly as he pulled away from you.

His eyes fell to where your mixed releases spilled from you. His heart swelled knowing he was finally connected with you again after all this time.

Your gaze moved to where his was as you giggled, sitting up on your arms. “i should probably clean myself up.” You giggled but felix shook his head, quickly and softly moving you to lay down comfortably again.

“Your not moving baby. You’re not lifting a single finger!” He declared dramatically making you giggle again. “I’ll do everything for you.” He informs before leaning down to kiss you once more.

“I’d do anything for you.”

[twinklix]

Finally posted again!! very very old lix request <3

[twinklix]

hello!! is it okay to see a soft doting dom felix x sub fem reader? i do see quite a lot of weird nsfw lix imagines and i can never read them as im pretty normal and subby and it’s rare to see nsfw imagines like that! same with hyunjin tbh <333

₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚ ✧ anything for you | L.FL

Soft Dom Lee Felix x Fem reader | wc 1.6k

an; Hi anonie! I’m sosososo sorry for the wait. the last year was hectic i've been away but i'm back to writing now! I hope you like this! i also have a way longer felix fic planned out that was originally gonna be my response to thus request ! <3

Warnings; smut, fluff, established relationship, oral (f receiving), felix is head over heels, praise, soft dom x sub, pet names (baby, angel, beautiful), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), mentions of aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything (not edited)

18+ MDNI

"is there anything else you need?!"

He asked this like it was a life or death situation. Furrowed brows adorning his usually calm and sweet face.

"No lixie," you tried to wave his worries away with a laugh, "im fine."

His face softened as he moved to sit beside you on the bed. You turned toward him and took his face into your hands. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met yours. He got like this whenever you left for more than two days, and this time it was a month.

"i just want my baby to be happy... i missed you so much" his gaze shifted down and you released his face.

"i am happy baby! All i need to be happy is you."

A bout of relief swelled in his stomach at your reassurance. He finally let himself breathe, sighing out to try and calm himself down.

“In fact, I’ll show you how happy you make me..” His gaze, now a questioning one, drifted back to you. Before he could inquire further, you reached for his hand, leading it slowly under your skirt, eyes refusing to tear from his widening ones as you did so.

He felt his fingers brush over the fabric of your soft panties. You were wet. VERY wet.

Big doe eyes met his even bigger shocked ones.

“i missed you baby~” you practically mewled, desperation laced deep in your voice, all your neediness from every night of the past month compiled together and rested in your panties where his finger slowly began dragging up and down.

The way you squirmed at his unexpected action made his dick stir in his pants. God he missed you too.

At some point he had moved you to lay beneath him on your shared bed as he hovered above you, admiring everything about you.

“wanna taste you angel..it’s been too long.”

His wish excited you and you nodded up at him eagerly. He sat up and watched with lust filled eyes as you spread your legs, skirt pooling at your legs and putting your panties on display. The wet spot he had felt before, visible to him now.

After a soft “fuck” was mumbled, he reached forward to pull your panties down your legs (with your help). The view in front of him was something he had dreamt about constantly for the past month and now here it was. All for him.

“please baby”

Your plea reached his ears and as much as he wanted to stare at you forever, taking in the sight of your wetness sticking to your thighs, dripping from his favourite place on earth, he wanted more to taste you, feel you and mostly make you feel good.

“anything for you, angel.”

He dove in, arms wrapping around your soft thighs to hold them open as he licked a stripe up your slit.

“taste just as sweet as i remember..” he groaned before wrapping his soft lips around your bud, sucking just the way he knew you loved. And he knew he was right when your hands reached down to thread through his blonde locks. Geez, when did his hair get this long you thought. Your soft whimpers made a beeline to his dick, making it painfully hard.

A strong feeling swirled through your stomach, one that you hadn’t felt in a month. The change in your voice and the tightening of your grip in his hair must have alerted him of your situation because he suddenly pulled his mouth away.

Your hands untangled from his hair and you pushed yourself to sit up on your arms, glaring at him with furrowed brows.

“it’s okay baby, i’ll give you want you want..” You looked at him questioningly as he sat up. “..but i want you to do it while i’m inside you.”

In a moment he had stripped you of your skirt, shirt and bra, taking in the sight of your body like it was the first time again. Red spread across your cheeks as you reached up to his pants, looking up at him for permission, feeling shy that you were the only one naked. After a nod and soft hand smoothing over your hair, you unbuckled his pants and helped him out of them. Them along with his shirt and boxers were discarded on the floor along with your clothes.

Before you even got a chance to look at him, his mouth and hands were on you, kissing you like you were the only source of oxygen in the room. His hands ran along your waist and breasts like he was trying to confirm you were really there after all this time and this wasn’t just another wet dream fuelled by his longing for you.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled into your mouth, voice somehow deeper than usual. He reluctantly pulled away from your mouth as he softly pushed you to lay down.

You were so needy for him, desperate to feel him after so long. He thought you looked so adorable with hands reached up to him trying to bring him closer. “want you lix..please..it’s been so long.”

And who was he to say no to you?

He positioned himself at your entrance, looking at you to see how you bit your lip and watched impatiently to feel him inside you. He pushed himself inside slowly, immediately letting out a deep groan at how tight you were.

“Fuck..” He breathed out as he bottomed out, burrowing his face in your neck to inhale your scent that he missed so deeply.

Having him inside you made you feel full in so many ways. On one hand you felt so complete and content to be with him in this way and to be able to express your undying love for each other in the most intimate way. But on the other hand, the way his length filled you completely made your walls clench and brain go empty, thinking only of him.

“Gonna move now baby.” He told you softly, moving to hover above you. He pulled himself back out to the tip, making your breath hitch, before pushing back inside you swiftly.

You moaned out softly as he developed a steady rhythm, instantly getting lost in the feeling of you.

His eyes shut as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, resting on his arms beside your head.

The kiss was filled with love and passion. It was just another way for Felix to express his upmost adoration for you.

He angled his hips slightly, repeatedly hitting that one spot inside you, making a string of moans be muffled by the kiss. He pulled away to look down at you, his pupils blown as he watched you lost in pleasure.

“fuck..” His deep voice growled out between groans. “.. s-so…fucking beautiful.” His words were coming out stuttered. That pressure already building inside him.

He leaned down again to press wet kisses and soft bites to the sensitive spot of your neck that always made you even weaker for him.

“baby..” You moaned out, reaching up to tangle a hand in his locks.

He hummer in your neck, his thrusts speeding up to bring more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

“That’s right baby…let me hear you.. just wanna make you feel good.” And after he said that, one of his hands snaked down your body, applying pressure to your swollen clit, causing you to tighten around him impossibly more.

“So close lixie!” Those words were such a relief to your boyfriend because he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Not when you felt this good around him and sounded this pretty below him.

The fingers on your clit, along with his thrusts sped up as he groaned out.

“B-baby!” You alerted him loudly that the coil inside of you was about to snap. But he already knew. he could tell by how your walls pulsated around him, practically squeezing his cock.

“i know angel.. i know. let go for me beautiful”

You didn’t need to be told twice as your orgasm washed over you with another loud moan. He couldn’t take it anymore either as he pushed himself inside you as deep as possible and released inside you, panting and groaning.

His hips rocked a few more times to help you both ride out your highs (and because he wasn’t ready yet to be apart from you). Only when overstimulation settled into him did he slowly pull out, instantly connecting his lips to yours as you wrapped your arms around him.

“i love you so much. you’re so perfect. i can’t be apart with you that long again.” The words poured out of him desperately between kisses, all emotions and love for you pouring through him.

“i love you too lixie.” The words were breathy as you slowly came down, smiling up at him warmly as he pulled away from you.

His eyes fell to where your mixed releases spilled from you. His heart swelled knowing he was finally connected with you again after all this time.

Your gaze moved to where his was as you giggled, sitting up on your arms. “i should probably clean myself up.” You giggled but felix shook his head, quickly and softly moving you to lay down comfortably again.

“Your not moving baby. You’re not lifting a single finger!” He declared dramatically making you giggle again. “I’ll do everything for you.” He informs before leaning down to kiss you once more.

“I’d do anything for you.”

[twinklix]

i have two lix drafts that have been sitting there for MONTHS but im actually fr fr fr gonna return to writing so i think im gonna finish that request. (months later 😭😭) so i can get to all the newer requests !!! and tysm to all the ppl who have been tagging me in sweet stuff/putting sweet stuff in my inbox and to ppl who request !!!

[twinklix]

just another day at the dorms - felix version

“Come with me”, Felix grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom at the end of the hall. “What are-?”

His plushy lips crushed onto yours before you could even ask what was going on. He grinded himself on you, pressing his callous cock against your throbbing pussy as hard as he could. Felix’ hands wandered over your body and finally rested on your ass, squeezing so hard that it would bruise.

“I need you, y/n. I fucking need you, right now.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. His hands wandered under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he moaned deeply. “Did I get you wet like that?” He pulled out his finger and showed you the juices on it. “Here, taste it.” His fingers grazed your lips, spreading your sticky juices all over it. “Suck it”, he commanded. You looked at him sternly while taking his index finger into your mouth. His eyes widened in desire; he was so turned on by you. “I bet it tastes heavenly, y/n.” Your tongue swirled around his finger, igniting the fire in him even more. He was right, you tasted fucking delicious. You placed your hands on his head and pushed him down. “Why don’t you find out firsthand, Felix?” With a smirk he buried himself in your pussy. You twitched and turned, he had you moaning in seconds. Fuck, why was he so good with his tongue?

Not even minutes after you had started this innuendo, the bathroom door flew open. “You do realize that we’re all able to hear what’s happening in here?” Chan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

You tilted your head while Felix was sucking on your clit, not even thinking about quitting. “So? Did you come here to complain?”

Chan rubbed his big hands together while sticking his tongue out. “Quite the opposite, sweetheart. I came to participate.”