#ybklix♡₊˚⊹

[ybklix]

𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

✧summary: what if he’s actually watching... rather, reading? ✩ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

★ genre: smut ⭒˚˖➴warnings: masturbation, daddy kink, oral sex (m. rec), deepthoat, fingering, clitplay, corruption kink, pet names, praise, unprotected sex, creampie. ₊˚⊹☆ word count: ≈8.4k

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small letters are the “fic” !!!

wen’s note: i was working on this silly fic! it sounded good at the moment idk. i hope it doesnt get confusing, i have another fic idea a little bit like this heh; yes im preparing wicked games lmao, i kinda got stuck, my bad

Another day off for Chan. It was the day he was supposedly free, just before an important concert the next day. It was his time to relax. He had eaten a good meal and was now enjoying the comfort of his hotel room alone, as he often did, lying on his bed.

And suddenly, a message. The photos for his next Instagram post had been approved. He could now upload them. They had even taken the trouble to edit them and blur the faces of people who could be seen in the distance, as the photos were taken in a public space. Although the staff in the message recommended that he do it in a couple of hours—since it was a decent hour in Korea, as he was overseas on his much-appreciated world tour.

Chan reviewed the photos. He had sent many, but he only planned to select the best ones. For a moment, he wondered how strange it was to still need to ask permission for simple things like using his social media, but he didn’t blame them. He was too lazy to censor people, so he would send them to the staff to handle, and in the end, he would apply his favorite filter.

He was about to upload the photos, but he got distracted on Instagram for a good 15 minutes and sighed. He had nothing else to do, so, bored, he opened the Bubble app. At least there they didn’t monitor when he sent messages or what he said—although he was extremely intelligent and a fully capable adult, he wasn't going to say anything stupid that would get him into trouble—although they did monitor the time he spent without sending messages, and every time he seemed to forget, his staff reminded him that he had to maintain his image and consider his fans and, above all, make them happy. So, he relieved his boredom a little by sending messages, saying he was about to update his Instagram, teasing his fans, laughing at the few reactions he could see from time to time on X.

Tweets like: chan is going to update his instaa, he just said that on bbl

Chan smiled and continued, typing:

Wait, maybe I’ll give you first some pics that didn’t make it to insta hahaha You wanna see? Exclusive photos for STAY

But he thought that teasing his fans and making them wait would be a little fun, so he watched a few videos on YouTube and, after 30 minutes, returned to the app for his fans. He sent two photos.

Mirror selfies. Wearing black shorts, a white sleeveless shirt, fitted to his body, his thin chain falling across his chest, and a Fendi cap. He perfectly showed off his strong, toned arms and his chunky bracelets. Chan knew they would love the photos... that’s why he did it, but after a few seconds, he regretted it and felt a little embarrassed.

The first photo was in a bathroom. The second was in front of a large mirror in a hotel room, one of the many he has stayed in throughout his tour.

Those are the pics They’re a little... weird? Don’t you think? Like mirror selfies maybe are not for Instagram posts. Or maybe you can teach me how to use Instagram haha😅 I’ve seen STAY Instagram pics for the tour, you really know how to pose Oh, yes, I’m watching

He had been sending photos for days. Photos in the mirror, spreading his legs, showing off his arms with their prominent veins, simply keeping his fans happy with exactly what he knew they loved about him. He wasn’t stupid.

Chan locked his phone, took a shower, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a busy and very important day. So, to help him fall asleep, once he was in bed, he decided to check TikTok for a moment, and after a few minutes, a video caught his attention for some reason. The video was about fanfics.

Fanfics? He thought. He hadn’t heard that word in a long time, oh god. For some reason, he checked out the comments, and one with a lot of likes and a photo of Changbin caught his attention in particular, commenting about the Tumblr app... and the word “smut” in it.

It made him a little curious.

Chan was bored enough and, somehow, quite willing to explore what they were referring to. He had forgotten when he last read a fanfic about himself for entertainment... but he remembered the strange feeling. His ears turned red, and he couldn’t stop thinking: is it about me? Is it me?

He downloaded the app again. Everything was happening so fast, and he created an account with a username he thought of in five minutes, after multiple attempts, because, of course, he had forgotten the account he was sure he had in 2017 and used only three times. And he was in. He didn’t question anything; at first, everything was going well. He acted on impulse and slowly remembered how to use the app on his phone.

First, he liked the posts under the Stray Kids hashtag... and, slightly embarrassed, he searched for the reason why he downloaded the app. Smut? Was that it? Bang Chan smut? His heart raced a little at the idea, and he felt a certain cringe at searching for such a thing... but he had nothing else to do, he had already done it, and with a certain modesty, he ventured a little.

And his first impression was that there were numerous options. All of them used photos of him for the aesthetics of the post, different names, colors, sizes, formats, and a good amount of interactions on each one he saw.

He was a little impressed and felt somewhat flattered and a little strange. Did all his fans imagine him fucking like that? Did they fantasize about him fucking them?

Finally, he wanted to try his luck and stopped at one in particular... just out of curiosity, a light read before bed and... to check out what kind of things his fans wrote about him in their spare time.

The title of the story made him laugh. Daddy, in pastel pink letters. And a series of three photos of him that matched the rest of the title’s aesthetic.

Chan snorted. Thinking it was obvious... thinking, oh yeah, sure, I’m the daddy, right? He was very aware of what people might think of him and knew that it was so easy to assign him that kind of fetish. But he didn’t dislike it at all. He felt... meh. He understood. He had debuted as a k-pop idol seven years ago, and he was well aware of what his image was like and how it had been shaped and refined throughout his career.

Summary: Chan explores his new favorite kink.

Wow. Wait, what? He thought. And he continued reading the warnings. Damn—deepthroat?

Okay, now he was more curious; he wanted to read it.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink.

He paused right there. He blinked, looking at his screen and thinking, excuse me, I beg your pardon? He wasn’t expecting those first words and opening line. But he kept reading; he couldn’t stop.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink. Everyone except him.

Since he started uploading his photos to platforms for his fans, he began to read and be overloaded with comments of that type. And, for some reason, that thought won’t leave his head.

The truth is, and he hates to burst his fans’ bubble, although he’ll never talk about it, he’s never had a girl call him “daddy” in bed and/or during sex. He’s never experienced it. And, in his twisted mind, he often wonders... is it time to try it?

He thinks he might like it; he’s thought about it so much and came to the conclusion that maybe it’s fucking hot. A beautiful woman, vulnerable and begging over and over while whimpering “daddy”... well, it’s an interesting idea for Chan, who knows he’s young, successful, and fucking handsome and sexy.

But Chan blames his fatigue and that he is letting himself go too easily and... that maybe he does need a good fuck. He hasn’t had sex in a long time, he’s always busy, and even more so now with the hectic schedule of his tour.

Chan felt that personally.

But he’s sure it will pass soon. He has to refocus, just like now, where he’s on his way to meet his new assistant, because according to his manager and staff, his popularity is growing too much and each of the members had different needs, so assigning a personal assistant to each, by roommates pairing, was one was a topic that was discussed and agreed upon.

And that’s how you met Bang Chan and Yang Jeongin. Most famous idols right now. You know exactly what you’re getting into. You know they are men, idols who maintain and care for their image and are therefore extremely handsome. But Chan in particular took your breath away, that simple morning you meet him and introduced yourself.

You begged your cousin for this job because you are so excited about the idea of working in the entertainment world, even if it is behind the scenes, and he kindly got it for you, choosing Bang Chan and Jeongin for you, mostly because of Chan, as he recognizes and knows how he works. Your cousin, who is the group’s manager and knows each of the members for years, knows that Chan won’t be too demanding on you and that, in a way, if you get along well with him, he could even guide you and teach you more about the world that makes you so curious.

You are young, naive, and decided to give it a try. And so did Chan.

Chan puffed out his cheeks. He thought it was funny that even his manager was involved.

He kept reading about how the relationship between her and him, or you? He understood the point of view. The reader was supposed to his dearest STAYs.

He read when things started to heat up.

Chan starts teasing you, taking you everywhere with him, being demanding with you, taking you to his photoshoots, fashion events, and teasing you every time he tries on a new outfit. He often tells the workers, “Let her in, she’s my assistant,” and proceeds to take off his shirt in front of you, revealing his toned body, smiling smugly and mischievously when he sees how much you’re staring at him. And then just puts on his outfit and says with a fake innocent smile, “How do I look?”

He’s incredible. You can’t deny it. And he is also sort of a playboy. Still, you want him so badly. But you don’t want to cross that line, you’re not even sure if he wants you too, and you think he’s only doing it because he’s bored and wants some attention.

At first, yes, that was mainly it; but seeing how well you get along with Jeongin, since he was almost your age, the way you seem like friends... Chan doesn’t like it.

He had been very clear about setting his sights on you—even though he never said it out loud... but he’s not sure if he should try something with you. But once he sees that you started going out with Jeongin outside of work hours, he acts quickly. He wants you all to himself. And it’s more than obvious that you want the same thing.

So, his plan is to provoke a reaction in you.

He’s on tour, you’re on tour with them too. Everyone is busy. Everyone has their assigned tasks, but Chan’s specific task is you. Was it wrong to want to fuck his very pretty and sweet assistant?

Oh. Fuck no, I wouldn’t do that, he thought.

He can almost taste you. And fantasize about your exquisite wimphers and your body writhing in pleasure under his body. It’s what keeps him up at night, what he thinks about, what motivates him.

So, his move is simple and quick.

He sends you 20 photos with the message: I’m planning to update Instagram. Please approve the photos.

The real Chan sighed, thinking it was becoming personal.

In the middle of the night. With no further context than that.

At first, you check it because you think it might be something important, since it was your work phone that rang, but after skimming the message, you don’t pay any attention to it. It’s past midnight, and you’re in your hotel room; you know Chan has trouble falling asleep, but seriously… a message in the middle of the night about some photos?

But curiosity gets the better of you. You open the chat and start looking at the photos, but you don’t plan on responding until tomorrow, at a decent hour, and when it’s in your work schedule. And you start looking at them, carefully and with sighs, thinking over and over again that he’s too handsome.

Chan sees the Read 12:31 AM and his heart starts beating fast. So that means you’re awake. He just hopes you’re having fun thinking about him, especially with the photos.

You can tell that you didn’t take those photos, as you usually do. You think that maybe Jeongin or some other guy must have done it, and… without thinking, you start to lose yourself in the details of each one, in how good he looks in each one, smiling, walking down a sidewalk, his lips, his smile… you hate being so absorbed by him. Until now, you didn’t even remember what the point was. Oh, right. To check if they are okay for Instagram, and so far, they are all fine. Absolutely perfect, to tell the truth, until you got to photo 19.

You sigh audibly. You don’t believe it’s true, and look at the photo in disbelief. You even think he made a mistake. You settle back into your bed, leaning against the headboard. A photo of him shirtless, in front of the mirror. His perfect pale, sculpted body perfectly defined… that dangerous V marked on his pelvis that leaves you wanting more. Of course, he wasn’t going to post that photo, and he knows it perfectly well. And, as a reflex, you slide to the last photo, which makes you open your eyes in surprise.

It wasn’t true. You blinked several times, perhaps thinking it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It’s a photo of his black sweatpants and his attractive, veiny left hand squeezing his prominent and very noticeable cock, outlined in his pants.

Photo 19 is... fine. Sexy, suggestive. Photo 20 is straight sexual, you’re so scandalized.

You lock your phone, fearful and thoughtful, worried that it was a mistake and that if something like this could happen when sending photos to his fans, it would be the end of him... and that you are very grateful that he is told which photos were approved and ready to be uploaded... but that’s not your biggest concern, even though you want it to be. Instead, you’re agitated, you think it’s because you’re amazed, but you know very well that it’s because you’re feeling very heated and slightly turned on.

You can’t help but wonder if it's really a mistake or if it’s on purpose, you don’t even know what to say or how to deal with him tomorrow... but what you do know now is that that intimate and specific part of him, which you fantasized about more than once... now you know exactly what it looks like.

God, it was exquisite. You shift your legs nervously under your sheet, and your face is hot and red. You bite your lip and take another look at the photo.

It’s obviously him. It’s his hand, his fingers, his bracelets. In the angle, you can see a little of his lower abdomen exposed and thus, the large and exquisite thickness of his erection, his hands gently squeezing it, marking it on the useless fabric of his sweatpants. God, his cock is big and it’s begging.

You’re very wet, your pussy throbs with excitement... but you decide not to do anything about it, you feel dirty. So you just fall asleep, restlessly moving your body in search of a comfortable position, which seems impossible to find. You’re so horny that the only solution you can think of to be able to sleep peacefully is to have to ride your boss’s big cock, stirring and filling your insides. You fantasize about it, about him touching you, fucking you hard, sexting... until you fall asleep and relieve your horniness.

And that night, he goes to sleep. Fucking horny, but not before stroking his hard cock until it’s sensitive, dripping in his cum, thinking about you. Tomorrow he’ll deal with you.

Oh, wow, the little tension was building. Is that what STAY writes about?

The visual image was very soft, quite easy to digest and project in his mind, plus he is extremely imaginative... imagining a very pretty girl completely flustered as she fantasizes and sees his cock. Now it was Chan who was really getting a little turned on by this certain type of literature. He was between flattered, knowing that it was about him, and pleasantly uncomfortable... like something that, even though he wanted to let go, he couldn’t, that there was a certain satisfaction in it.

Then the writing got to its point, the smut.

You sigh and enter his dressing room, still feeling cowardly.

“So... you call me?” you ask nervously.

You can’t look him in the eye. You’ve been avoiding him all day, and it’s so obvious.

“Mmhum... what do you think of this outfit?”

It’s ridiculous. He thought so, too; he was just using it as an excuse.

“It’s fine. You had already chosen it beforehand. Do you have a problem with it? Should I talk to the wardrobe person?” you reply, bluntly and accurately.

He is already ready, dressed, his first stage outfit, makeup, and hairstyle done. He looks so handsome. He was just waiting for the show to start.

He smiles. You still can’t look him in the eye.

“You’re right. I’m fine... I was just wondering why you haven’t told me anything about the photos? I plan to update as soon as the concert is over,” he says, with a certain tone you can’t quite decipher.

“Oh, about that...”

“Mmhum?” he hums, his hands on his back, lowering his head a little and seeking your gaze.

You don’t want to say it. But you have to, you couldn’t avoid it forever, and you have to be professional.

“Yes, I checked them,” you look him in the eyes and feel intimidated. “And I’d like to respond more specifically by text.”

You avoid it, and he notices.

“Do it here now. You didn’t edit any of them, did you? There was nothing to edit.”

You’re getting nervous over something insignificant, or so you thought.

“Okay. You’re right. Photos 1 through 18 are fine, but... I want you to check the last two very carefully, I think there’s been a mistake.”

“Oh, really? Seriously, which one?” he asks sarcastically, poking his tongue in his cheek, teasing.

You clear your throat. “Chan, please check them. And wait for my confirmation message... I have to go. Join the boys when you’re ready. The makeup assistants might touch up your makeup a little,” you try to sound brave.

And you turn away gently, but he’s quick and grabs your wrist. You sigh. You didn’t want to do this right now, you know his intentions are so clear. He wants to have some fun with you for a while, that’s all. You’ve worked with him long enough to know him and play dumb. But you’re not that kind of woman. Or are you?

“Wait. I don’t want to wait. I want you to tell me exactly what you saw. Isn’t it your job to assist me in everything I ask? I’m asking you to tell me now,” he says sternly.

His gaze is dark, playful, and easy to read, and it makes your hair stand on end. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the possibility—after all, you’re alone in his dressing room— of fucking him.

But you try to be tough. Professional. Even though it’s so hard not to melt in front of him and give in. You know he knows.

“Chan,” you say slowly. He pays attention to you. You remember his photos, with a certain guilt, with an immediate reaction from your body, right in your private parts. They are difficult to forget; the memory of how he made you feel is still very present in you. “I think you sent some... by mistake, intimate photos of yourself. One of you without a shirt and the last one... it looks like you’re grabbing yourself... there...” You ramble a little as you remember his hand squeezing his large boner, but you regain your composure. “Which is extremely obscene and unacceptable. Chan, please check what you send very carefully before you do so.”

Chan notices how you blush slightly, overcome with embarrassment and modesty, and he loves it. You look straight ahead, but you avert your gaze when you mention that particular photo. He bites his lower lip, his ears start to burn, and he can’t help wondering if... maybe you touched yourself while looking at that image. Could it be possible? All needy, wet, your fingers caressing you delicately, filling your precious little cunt with them, abusing your pussy, imagining that it’s him, and sadly not satisfying you enough. Because you know he’ll do it better, for you.

You almost did it. You almost touched yourself. But you resisted... but you don’t know if you’ll be able to do it if he decides to touch you, right there, right now.

He smiles mischievously. You knew he did it on purpose, but you don’t want to think about exactly why he did it, even though it’s obvious. But you fight against all your will to be professional, to not ruin the job you love. Even though being a simple assistant may seem lowly, there was nothing wrong with it. You’re a celebrity’s assistant, you travel the world, you meet new people, it’s a new world you like to belong to... but if you continue with this madness, you’ll end up fucking your boss, and you don’t want that.

Or do you?

You swallow hard, nervous. You struggle not to look at him like that. But it’s inevitable.

But Chan suddenly changes, making you doubt yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Y/n, really. Did that make you uncomfortable?” He let out an awkward chuckle.

Suddenly, his serious and dominant expression softens and becomes tender. Now you’re so confused. You love it when he acts like this... but you question why he suddenly changed. Maybe it was just your imagination that the reason he talked to you there in the privacy of his dressing room was to fuck you.

Now you’re a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” he says, looking at you with sad, shining eyes.

“Chan...”

Suddenly, you think you may have completely misinterpreted the situation. So you decide to go back to normal, despite having felt that tension just a few moments ago.

He takes the opportunity to take your forearm, seeking some comfort for his embarrassment. His clearly feigned embarrassment.

“At least, of course, if you ask me. I can give you that and much more. The photos were just for you. Did you like them, baby girl?”

Your skin shivers, and you open your eyes in shock. You feel slightly betrayed, like a helpless character who fell for a villain’s false redemption. Chan’s face changed completely, the corners of his lips rising high to form a seductive and confident smile.

“What?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn't like them... you know I only sent them for you, sweetheart.” His finger brushed your chin. “That was just a preview; you can see it for yourself whenever you want. Fuck, Y/n. I need you.”

You blink in disbelief. Not believing that the situation was escalating into something overtly sexual. You don’t even know if you’re ready to take Chan, to truly fuck him.

“Chan, no...” you begin to stammer.

“No, what, doll? I know you liked them and that you’ve probably been thinking about them all day. You dirty little girl. Or do you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been avoiding me?” He speaks precisely, deeply, and seductively. He brings his face close to yours and tries to intimidate you. And he succeeds. His left hand holds your wrist tightly, and the other caresses your cheek. “I know you, Y/n. If it really bothered you, you would have come to whine about it already, oh, your sweet whining. Always having something to say... Chan this, Chan that... and then suddenly nothing...?” He leans close to your ear, his breath on your skin. “What? Seeing my hard cock got you all quiet? You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you? My cock, waiting for you,” he adds haughtily. “Come on. Then see it for yourself—touch me. Be a good girl. I order you.”

He steps away from you and watches you. He has been fantasizing about you so much that he has imagined your expression for a long time, and now he appreciates it. Your sweet face shrouded in confusion, your lips parted, and a look of desire in your eyes. Perhaps this is what he has always wanted, something his mind cannot stop thinking about. And he wants to try it with you.

You admit to yourself that just the idea, and his deep, haughty voice, talking to you slightly dirty... you fall deeply. You are beginning to accumulate an intense arousal that slowly descends throughout your body.

You look him up and down—from his perfectly styled long hair, his stage outfit... god, you can see how his pants are slightly loose around his legs, but the only tight part you can make out is in his crotch. Your heart races, not believing that he’s actually hard. You almost give in. He, his bulge, absolutely everything about him looks exquisite. But you remember that you have to maintain your composure, resist, not let yourself be carried away by the impulses and all kinds of thoughts that surround you right now.

So you just ignore the very tempting offer to touch him. You don’t even want to think about how he’ll manage with his erection. You think it’s not your problem. That you have to get out of there. No matter how much your breathing shortens and your pussy throbs painfully for him.

“Chan... the concert starts... you’ll be on stage in 40 minutes,” you look him in the eyes again.

Too late. Chan catches you looking at him with desire, your gaze stopping right at his crotch. He loves making you like this. Nervous, defenseless. The feeling of excitement runs through his whole body and travels violently to his cock. He’s so turned on that he can almost feel and imagine the slick softness of your pussy satisfying him. He needed you desperately.

“So?” He smirks. “Mmm... I’ll only need 20, it’s all up to me. We can make it for hours later. Don’t worry. It’s just that I need you now. Can’t you see?”

Oh. You could clearly see it. His erection was becoming more and more noticeable, present, tempting, and menacing. But you don’t know what to say. You’re speechless.

He moves closer to you, close enough to breathe in his masculine scent. And he sighs deeply, subtly licking his lips.

“Make up your mind, princess,” he says. “I’m here. Ready for you. No one has to know... so walk through that door and I’ll stop this. Forever. I won’t bother you.”

You hate it when he does that. He gives you no choice but to choose what he wants. He always manipulates you gently. How does he think you’re capable of passing up the opportunity? After he threatens to never try again with you. You should do the right thing, be grateful that he offered to end the madness. But you're not as strong as you thought you were.

The real Chan blinked in disbelief, imagining himself saying that. He was so immersed in reading that he almost got goosebumps, maybe from cringe, maybe because he was actually enjoying it. It was a guilty pleasure.

“Chan...” you whisper.

Your pride prevents you from saying it. Your face is red, enveloped in shame, and that fascinates him like you have no idea. He wants to ruin every fiber of you. He wants to dominate you and make you his. Right there. The thoughts and your sweet, docile gaze, as you nod softly, make his cock throb again and again. Slow, long, sensitive throbs.

He clenches his fist tightly, restraining himself from taking you violently there once you confirm that you want him too; he resists fucking you hard. Restraining himself from just taking off your jeans, turning and bending your body over easily, and fucking you until both your sexes are worn out and throbbing. He wants that, but he also wants to enjoy everything.

“Get on your knees, beautiful,” he orders softly.

Your whole system is altered in seconds. It seems so unreal, but you do it. The way your gaze and body descend down his figure until you are kneeling in front of him seems to be in slow motion, wanting to capture absolutely everything. It’s so easy for you to obey him. You always do. Everything he tells you. You work to do it.

Chan’s ears turned red. He was feeling flushed... if obedience was a topic that STAY, his beloved fans, were going to touch on during sex, while writing this, he was extremely curious, because it was his topic of interest. Who was he kidding, even they certainly knew. He loved it. And if he immersed himself further in the reading, he even felt that they were putting him in a difficult situation, possibly awakening more than one emotion in him.

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t be shy. You know what to do. You’re a smart, pretty girl. Pull down my pants,” he says, eagerly.

You’re shaking intensely. You look him in the eyes and obey him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and the idea turns you on more.

You don’t want to waste any time. You’re both desperate, but because of that desperation, your trembling hands are a little clumsy, but you finally manage to do it. You manage to do it until he’s just in his boxers. His intimidating bulge pulsing beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.

He watches you do it. Chan is so turned on by everything you do that a small vein stands out on his forehead. He needs you with an almost inhuman intensity, and holding back and loosening his tense body becomes difficult. It becomes pleasantly exhausting, painful, and simply exquisite. If this is how you’re always going to be, he already knows how hard it will be to let you go. You will be his new obsession.

Finally, you undress the lower half of his body. Freeing his cock, twitching and wiggling gently in the tense gravity that surrounds them both.

He moans deeply at the sensation filling his senses. You are about to take him.

Your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of his exposed member looking incredibly appetizing to your hungry and lustful spirits and vulnerable sight. But something immediately crosses your mind, something you were sure of, but seeing it in reality, pulsing and alive, is another experience. But, yeah fuck. Chan’s big.

Chan sighed... he really hoped the one writing all these was old enough to say cock, or whatever. Nothing prepared him to digest the fact that they were talking about his penis, in fiction, of course. But knowing that people... thought that about him... and exactly like that, well... he wasn’t sure he could go on. But he did, what the hell.

He notices that you look at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation, and that look of yours deeply touches his dirty fantasy. Yes, it’s true, maybe in the end, he does want to try to be dominant—a fairly simple and regular task for him when it comes to sex, he doesn’t even have to try—and the idea of being called daddy has been on his mind since he met you. And his logic was, how could he not want something so subtly dirty coming from your sweet lips? Begging and crying with your sweet, sultry voice tickling every fiber of him by saying… daddy.

Chan just had to think, oh, look at you, your sweet face, your bright eyes, asking for one thing… And those lips that he has adored and admired since the first second he met you are now about to take his cock.

“C’mon, baby, take it, please. Lick it all…” he whispers and bites his lower lip hard, waiting for your trembling body to do so, to satisfy him.

Your smooth hand takes his length. It’s even more impressive in your hand, or maybe you just liked Chan too much… but no. His entire intimate area is so aesthetically visible, god, his skin was so smooth, there was no trace of hair or constant waxing, just his smooth skin connected to his veiny and large manhood. His cock is needy, pink, leaking, so pretty to wreck you.

He stopped there for a moment. Suddenly, everything around him ceased to exist. He felt flattered for a moment that they considered his cock to be big… and the real him had to admit, with his high ego, that it was true. Its size is genuinely well regarded, and its appearance clean—god, it almost gave him chills to know that people on the internet exhibited a vague but accurate description of what his cock looked like. No hair. Pink tip, veiny. Fuck, that’s him.

He saw his crotch a little amusing, thinking it was crazy that there was a whole world on the internet glorifying his penis, whose anatomical part was beginning to feel good. Nothing to be alarmed about... just a slight sensation that he was comfortable with, until now.

Chan thought it was obvious to imagine... and so sweet to fantasize about, too. That when he exposed his abdomen in front of his audience and his pants and underwear were unintentionally lower than normal due to constant movement and friction, his skin could be seen. Could they perhaps notice his personal preference for having hair? Was that possible? Well, of course, he was a very cautious idol to show any sign of hair. Still, he felt exposed and thought about being careful in any other presentation.

But he had to admit to himself that, in a way, he was enjoying the indiscreet and inappropriate nature of everything he was reading. It wasn’t something he was proud to admit to his fans that he knew this kind of obscenity existed, much less something he would share or talk about with the guys. It was just another experience, something that came with being a celebrity, he supposed. It wasn’t something he did every day, let alone actually fuck.. with a pretty staff member... if he got into the story a bit. Not with that very busy and dedicated lifestyle.

But he certainly had needs... maybe, right now. Maybe needs as big as that fictional Chan he was reading about.

He let out a frustrated sigh, surprised at how ragged it came out. And for a moment, he thought, just to release his tension... what if he just jerked himself off?

Your thighs rubbed gently together, the dampness in your panties beginning to bother you. You can feel every inch of your pussy muscles throbbing, and it intensifies when your hand runs along his length, gently caressing it with care. You don’t want to miss a single thing about the experience, so your hands travel over his cock, remembering the feel of its texture, its hard shaft, and his soft balls, making him whimper in the process.

When you feel you’ve stroked him enough to remember the image of your hand giving him pleasure, you continue with your mouth. You almost let out a moan at the strong throbbing of your pussy. Your soaked panties cling to you uncomfortably, heat pooling so fast you can barely focus.

Your tongue first tastes his tip, playing with his precum and your saliva. You feel so dirty, but you’re both filled with pleasure. You circle your tongue around his glans, wanting to see him sensitive, whimpering, hearing him moan, and you succeed, but he does so in moderation, restraining himself from being loud so as not to arouse curiosity in someone and have one of the guys suddenly show up in his dressing room. Since the door wasn’t locked.

You give him a bright look, feigning innocence, and begin to kiss and lick his entire cock. Your tongue revels in the sensation of his pulsing cock, and with a timid but voracious movement, you gently suck up to his testicles. Suddenly you feel so insatiable, rubbing your lips with sudden but determined movements over every inch of him, causing him to rejoice in pleasure at having the whole package—your gaze fixed as you do it, your tongue and lips naughtily teasing and moistening his big erection as you touch him and, of course, the sensation of something that cannot be compared to anything else.

“Mm... Fuck, yes!” he growls. “Just like that, you’re doing great. You’re fucking me driving me nuts, baby girl, with that dirty tongue of yours. Do you like licking daddy’s cock, princess, huh? Is that so? Why are you so good at it? Fuc-k...” he starts to whimper and ramble.

But it comes so naturally to him. Only he knows how to master the term and use it at just the right moment, when it’s so sizzling and so appropriate. It’s so natural, the situation warrants it, both for him and for you, who smiles at him and your cheeks flush, that needy hoarse voice of his praising you... and calling himself daddy... Fuck it, you don’t even consider it, it just seems so right. It’s right. So you play along.

“Yes, daddy, mm, I love your cock.”

You smile at him, running your tongue all over his penis and finally taking it shallowly into your mouth.

“Just like that, princess. You’re a very good girl.”

Pause. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He wasn’t sure if he was offended, impressed, or insanely turned on. He had to process the fact that he was being called daddy... and he felt so bad that it felt so natural. It was so right, he didn’t even have time to think for a second about repulsion or cringe... no, something was really happening with his breathing, his mood, and his arousal reflected in his masculinity.

Chan rests his hands on your head, letting himself be guided and carried away by the delicious rhythm with which you slowly take his cock into your mouth. He is being carried to heaven. Your mouth was wet, warm, just right for the job. He admires the image of your lips enveloping his shaft and its length being consumed by your cavity, reaching the top of its midpoint; by then, his glans was already bumping against your tonsils and teasing your uvula.

So you suck his cock, just as much as you think you can take in its entirety. The lining of your cheek squeezes and stimulates his member to perfection, making him whimper and sigh, almost so close to his climax.

Fuck. Chan’s heart began to beat fast. Was he going crazy? Why was he genuinely aroused? It was just that suddenly it became so easy to visualize the image of a beautiful girl sucking his cock in the danger of his dressing room. His body temperature was rising, his ears were red, and he didn’t even have time to process it properly when, with discomfort, he pulled down his boxers and freed his very hard and erect cock. He moaned. He couldn’t believe he was like this... was he that desperate? He cursed under his breath over and over again, but in the end, he ended up grabbing his cock. He had to get rid of that big erection one way or another, otherwise he knew it would hurt too much. He knew himself.

At that point, something takes over Chan; he wants more and more, as soon as the room fills with the obscenity of your saliva hitting, licking, and sucking his hard member and the inevitable sounds that come with such an act. So he starts pushing you, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wants to feel you. To fill you in on every possible hole. That’s how wild you made him.

But when he sees that you’re struggling to take it all, he lets you pull away from him to catch your breath. You don’t say anything, but he can still read your gaze.

“Come on, sweetie. I know you can take it. Take a deep breath and let daddy fuck your throat, okay?”

You nod without thinking twice. But he corrects you, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You’re so eager to be touched by him already. You lick your lips and are about to take him and be brave, when the sound of one of the guys warming up his vocal cords, singing audibly loud very close to the door, scares you completely, but Chan reassures you.

“Hey, hey, baby, it’s okay. They won’t get in here. Look at me,” he says softly. You look at him with frightened eyes, the last thing you want is to be caught giving Chan oral sex right before his concert. “Now, open your mouth wide for daddy’s cock—” Still, you obey him, “Mmm, there you go, good girl, princess.”

He gently takes your head again and pushes it slowly. Chan fills you in every way. You start to hold your breath and drool senselessly, dripping down your chin and your SKZ staff badge. It’s obscene. You look ahead at his thickness and what was still left to enter you, then return to making eye contact with him. In the background, you can still hear the guys warming up their vocal cords before the show, while yours are being teased by Chan’s big cock.

The slight curve of his cock hits your throat, and you feel it start to slide in, so deep inside you. He bites his lip hard, holding back a muffled moan at how good it feels for him to fill the narrow passage of your throat little by little, your restless tongue under his skin, and your teeth gently scraping him. Not only do you start to cry, but he does too. His veins begin to show, Chan wants to moan freely, but you can’t be discovered.

He moves gently inside you, just a little, enough to engrave the obscene image of his cock buried in your mouth and for you to feel his organ pulsing in your throat. Soon, noticing you are helpless and your sweet face is covered in tears, he pushes you back gently to allow you to catch your breath. Leaving behind small drops of fluid that fell to the floor and an easily breakable line of saliva that left his cock shiny and full of sex.

“You are a very, very good girl, angel, look at you,” he whispers, still excited with his cock pumped to the limit. And he gently wipes away your tears. “Stand up, baby.”

He began to masturbate, confused and excited, thinking about how they thought of all the details. Staff badge? Fuck. There he was, running his hand up and down his cock, looking just as he had read, flushed and throbbing. He moaned, gently trying to restrain himself from making noise, from causing a loud scene, but it was impossible. He knew himself and knew that, particularly right now, after masturbating, his orgasm was going to be loud and messy. He was already making a mess, the obscene sound of his hand on his skin, pulling and pumping his cock. He pinched his sensitive glans, sliding and lubricating his entire shaft. And he kept going, whimpering... deeply wishing someone was there to solve the problem.

You obey him. You’re still so excited, and he quickly but gently proceeds to undress you. He takes off your blouse, that badge, your bra... and you just let him touch you, his big, cold hands kneading your now exposed breasts. He loves having you like this, so submissive and vulnerable.

Chan continued to masturbate hard. His hand squeezing his cock as he visualizes the softest of breasts, the most beautiful nipples.

And now it is he who kneels slowly, taking your right breast with his lips, sucking and licking your nipple erotically, so that later his lips and nose brush your skin, descending to your abdomen. You moan softly at his touch. You want to swoon right there.

He pulls away slightly to unbutton your jeans, pulls them down in one swift motion, and admires your panties clinging to your pussy. His cock throbs again, dying to fuck you. But first, he slowly slides your panties down, making you suffer in the process.

“Fuck,” he whispers, incredulous. “Look at you, my baby. So fucking wet for me.”

He notices it as soon as he sees your panties and, unable to resist, he checks it by running his fingers over your labia, gently immersing himself in your folds, admiring the beautiful sight of your mons pubis and your tense body, your abdomen tensing at his touch.

He wets his fingertips and brings them to your clit, making gentle circles over your sensitive spot, causing you to squeal with pleasure. Your pussy is incredibly soft, warm... Chan planned to fuck you after you gave him oral sex, but once again, he couldn’t resist you. He spread your legs slightly and grabbed your folds roughly, enjoying the sight of your exposed, shiny, needy vulva, then inserted two of his fingers inside you and stimulated your clit at the same time with his mouth.

His tongue plays with your clit. His lips and nose stick to the skin of your pubis, and his mouth sucks your spot with perfect intensity while his fingers work on your core.

“Ch-Chan, please...” you whimper softly, almost on the verge of collapse.

He pulls away from your clit after sucking it hard, and his sweet gaze fades.

“I’m not Chan. What should you call me?”

His fingers forcefully enter you deeper on purpose.

“Da-ddy,” you whimper brokenly, “Daddy, please.”

“Please what, hun? What’s the problem?”

Your whole body flushes. You feel like climaxing.

And just like Real Chan does. He was panting, imagining the sweetest, softest pussy. His mind couldn’t stop fantasizing about having one right now. A beautiful pussy bouncing and riding his cock. Sadly, it was just him, his hand, and his imagination.

“Please, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

He stops suddenly.

“Oh. Not now, baby. That pretty little pussy has to take all daddy’s cock, you hear me?”

You sigh in despair as you feel his fingers come out of you. You were so close. Instead, he stands up abruptly and handles your body with ease, getting behind you and subtly bending you over. In front of you is his full-length mirror. You can see how pathetically ruined and aroused you are. Your makeup is gone, your pants and panties are awkwardly stuck on your calves—just like Chan’s—and your breasts are exposed.

“I want you to cum on my cock. And look at yourself while daddy’s fucking you, baby girl. Look at you.”

The strokes on his cock became more violent. Chan was so close, the orgasm was overwhelming him, almost giving him spasms and mild cramps. The image in his mind was so vivid. Fucking a sweet girl from behind in front of a mirror, damn it. He needed it.

Chan teases your entrance with his glans, holding it with his right hand and holding you by the waist with the other to keep your balance, and thus slowly enters your beautiful pussy, the one he fantasizes about so much. Sliding inside you was glorious, he moaned audibly in response, not giving a shit if it could be heard outside.

You sighed as you felt him deep inside you, and so he started slowly at first, took your forearms to control your body, and then pounded your pussy hard. Long, deep, and hot thrusts, one after another... taking advantage of the indescribable pleasure of your walls on his cock. Both sexes are collapsing and coming together.

Chan masturbated even harder and writhed with pleasure on that hotel bed. He could already taste his orgasm.

Your breasts began to bounce. You are breathless. Unable to moan freely, your weak body releases it in tears of pleasure.

You watch yourself being fucked and then see his attractive silhouette pounding your pussy from behind. You are being sweetly ruined. And when you were both close, he presses your body against his, one of his hands playing with your breast and the other stimulating your clit, with your pussy being filled and penetrated to the fullest ...

Chan growled loudly, breathlessly, his cock quivering in desperation as his ejaculation shot out, staining his hand, his abdomen... He closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head back against the headboard, allowing his body to climax, leaving him sensitive.

He felt it like a guilty nut. Like a teenager jerking off to his first porn.

Chan finished reading vaguely. He creampied her and talked to her sweetly...

And as actual Chan caught his breath... with his hand full of his own semen... he could only think—what the fuck? He was still agitated.

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𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫

summary: your swimming instructor is hot.

─ pairing: christopher bahng x fem reader ᛝ warnings: smut, pwp i guess, oral sex, cum eating, praise, boob play, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names, semi-public sex, chris has a big heart (dick), fuckboy!chris (a little) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ word count: 4.8k

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wen’s note: i’m ovulating (insert the freaky silver sonic gif) and him at the pool mmm, i had to pause my elaborated wips for a tiny commercial break and say this:

“For God’s sake, you’re pushing 30 and you don’t know how to swim!”

Your best friend teased you. You rolled your eyes. Only one part of what she said was true—you didn’t know how to swim.

“So? It’s not like I’m going to swim in the ocean,” you replied casually.

“Then why the hell are we going on this trip? There will be lots of pools, too.”

“Well, a lot of people can’t swim, Devon.”

“I’m just helping you out. It would be better if you knew how, don’t you think?”

“Well, what’s your solution? I can learn there. I’m sure there will be lots of instructors and safety measures.”

You licked your ice cream, feigning annoyance at being called out so suddenly. You and your best friend had been planning the perfect summer on this beautiful beach for a long time. You had worked hard to pay for your respective relaxation getaways... everything was well planned, but now it seemed that the only problem was that you didn’t know how to swim.

“Hmm, you know, my cousin Hyunjin knows the guy who works as a lifeguard at the country club pools. I don’t know if it’s his place, but I think so. I’ll ask him to teach you. I’ll go with you.”

He was hot. Incredibly hot.

They both were. Hyunjin, Devon’s cousin, and that guy whose name you still didn’t know. You felt your cheeks burn as soon as you saw the two men. You weren’t expecting any of this... two really attractive men, shirtless, looking like models.

You were relaxed, sure that you would learn to swim in no time, just in time for your trip. But with them as your instructors, you felt hotter than the strong summer sun itself. Luckily, you would soon be wet, with water, of course, to cool you down.

The two guys were standing in front of you. You were embarrassed to be wearing a one-piece swimsuit and not a bikini like Devon was wearing so freely. Both guys were a dream. You knew very little about Hyunjin, you had never seen him in person, but you always found him attractive. But right now, standing in front of you, he was a thousand times better than any random photo of Devon’s family you saw around. Slim but muscular body, short dark hair, thick eyebrows, and a truly unique and attractive face, the kind that took your breath away. His lips and eyes must be your favorite part of Hyunjin.

But all your attention and eyes were on the man to his left. Slightly paler than Hyunjin, longer, darker hair, thinner eyebrows, and an unforgettable face, not to mention his well-sculpted, muscular body. Big pecs and broader, stronger shoulders compared to the other guy. There was something about him... that made you nervous.

And the feeling, on that hot summer afternoon, was incredibly mutual. The intensity of his gaze on you was so... indiscreet, but you liked it.

“I’m Chris, nice to meet you... I’ll teach you how to swim...”

Chris. Now you knew his name.

“To Y/N!” Devon was quick to respond, pointing at you enthusiastically.

Chris knew. He knew from the moment Hyunjin suggested it, but at first he didn’t want to, especially since the country club belonged to their best friend, Seungmin, and his family. Chris was only there for a couple of weeks in the summer, helping out and watching over the exclusive—and wealthy—members of that club, most of whom were children swimming or unhappy wives who wanted to see him shirtless in the afternoons from time to time. But when he thought about it, two pretty girls, whom he would help learn to swim, wasn’t so bad. A little distraction. Girls in bikinis? Why not? He even accepted with joy and asked Seungmin to borrow the pool area after his work hours.

He knew it was you because Devon greeted his cousin enthusiastically. Chris looked at Devon for a second, licked his lips as he turned his eyes to you. Piercing you with his gaze again. He didn’t know what to expect either and was fascinated, especially by you, the shy girl next to her friend. You had that look. It was inevitable for Chris not to desire you, even if only a little. He blamed the heat wave.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Chris clapped his hands, encouraging everyone.

“Ah, not me. I’m going to get a little tan,” Devon interrupted, walking casually toward the chairs.

It was an indoor pool with large windows, perfectly sized for the sun’s rays to shine through.

You bit your lip nervously, approaching Chris, who was slowly walking toward the enormous pool, which looked terrifyingly deep, but the beautiful water and tiles made it appear a lovely blue.

“Hyunjin!” Devon called out to him. “Come here, you have to tell me what happened with Saetbyul.”

Hyunjin looked at you and Chris, confused, unsure if you needed more help and if he should get in the pool, until his cousin called him over for some gossip.

And so it became the perfect excuse, the moment you let him touch you, gently, almost uncertainly, teaching you how to swim. Touching your thighs discreetly, your arms, and your waist. It was magical. It felt so good, just you and Chris... and Devon not bothering you at all.

But it didn’t last long. According to your friend, you’d be ready in a week. You’d learn to swim, at least the basics. But it wasn’t enough, yet it was the only time you had left before your trip.

After the first session, feeling incredibly attracted to Chris and slightly and disturbingly aroused by his closeness, by his voice, by how good he looked wet, by how he gave you gentle instructions... Devon said, “He’s really hot.” But she never tried anything with him. You knew she wasn’t interested, and that put you in a very good mood. But still... You didn’t dare to ask her if maybe you could start going to the classes completely alone. You didn’t even know why—you knew exactly why, because all of him— you wanted to, it wasn’t like you were taking the first step, but alone, maybe, just maybe, you could let yourself go more...

Of course, you started wearing your bikinis right after the first class, hoping he would get the message.

And of course, he got it. You wanted it as much as he wanted you, even though you tried to hide it behind that shy look that drove him crazy.

So, you were ready. Apparently. At least you knew something decent. Like floating, losing your fear a little, moving in the water. But to really learn, it took more time, or at least that’s what Chris told you... And you became more shy, yet you dared to ask him flirtatiously if he could teach you better once you both had time, with a clear connotation of another meaning. You needed him, badly. The whole week was delicious torture, for both of you, in fact.

It was too short a time. You learned very little about each other. Like how professional and good Chris was at swimming. That he was a sweet 27 years old—which excited and thrilled you so much, it was such a beautiful age, just enough to teach you many things in another area... a dirtier one that didn’t let your thoughts rest. You knew he was good, at mostly... everything.

And just when it was the last day, when between sighs you had to say goodbye and modestly thank him for his help, head down and sad that you might never see him again and that you would miss having him around so much, he suddenly blurted out:

“We can meet tonight, alone... just to practice better.”

Your eyes widened with excitement as you nodded. Your heart raced, yes, of course, to practice. Both of you knew exactly what that meant.

And you were a nervous wreck.

He would be lying if he said he never did something like that. But he gets what he wants and who he wants. You were no exception. From the moment you both exchanged that look that spoke volumes, from the moment you trembled at his touch, he knew.

He wanted to destroy you. He wanted to rip that little bikini in two and devour you whole. And you were about to leave, to have more fun with a foreigner who didn’t deserve you. He wanted you for himself first.

And yet you… it was definitely not something you did. But your impulses to try won out. Leading you to the point of getting into his car, to take you to the well-known pool, which was faintly and almost romantically lit at night through the windows and the dim lights of the pool. It didn’t look dark or scary, but magical.

“So, c’mon, let’s get in the water.”

You blinked in disbelief at how quickly he began to act. Taking off his shoes, socks, shirt… and practically undressing himself.

You looked away, embarrassed and scandalized, when his attractive hand reached for his shorts to take them off. You had barely appreciated him in a full outfit, with a nice shirt covering his incredible abs and chest, his shorts… he looked just as good out of the ordinary as you knew him, shirtless and soaked. Also, you had barely enjoyed a pleasant chat in his car, and now… everything happened so fast.

Chris chuckled at your shy reaction. As if you hadn’t seen him like that before, in shorts and no shirt. Only this time it was slightly different, wearing his boxers.

“Come on, I’ll teach you better.”

You were blushing. You would have died to see how attractively he took off his clothes, one by one. But you didn’t. You turned slowly, uncertainly, to look at him, doing your best to meet his eyes. But you almost sighed when you saw his sculpted body in just boxers.

Fuck. It was happening. And it was turning you on too much.

“Mmm, sure, I’ll get chang-”

“No need for that, you can… just take your clothes off. There’s no one else here.”

He spoke to you, soft, slow, seductively, raising his eyebrows, almost alluring, challenging you.

You giggled nervously. But you obeyed him, just for the adrenaline rush of being spontaneous for once in your life. Chris’ smile widened as he watched you take off your clothes and realized how easily he had persuaded you…

Oh, he knew you were going to be delicious.

He admired you, as if he hadn’t already seen you like that before, half-naked, covering only your breasts and private parts... but this time you were more vulnerable, in a way, and he could see it in you.

He stepped forward, jumping into the pool unexpectedly, to break the tension between you at that moment. From your shy but penetrating gaze exploring his body, his abs, his delicious and subtly outlined cock in the fabric of his underwear... and for him it was exactly the same feeling—the curve of your breasts, your sweet mons pubis...

Chris got into the water, perhaps to calm down a little from how incredibly aroused and hot he was just from seeing you, having you close, and imagining a lot of not-so-nice things.

“Isn’t the water freezing?” you asked him.

He got out after submerging himself, looking so handsome, his hair slicked back, his manly face looking certainly so soft.

“Mmm... no, you have to get in.”

You bit your lip, hesitating to trust him. You stood with your arms crossed. You felt uncomfortable in your underwear, even though you knew it was absurd. And you slowly got in, letting out a squeal when your body floated on the cold water. You closed your eyes and shivered as every part of you bristled.

“You said it wouldn’t be cold!”

“Mmm, it’s not for me,” he said amused.

You laughed and submerged yourself completely to wet your head. Then you started swimming a little, gently, away from him.

“See? You’re doing great!” he exclaimed, losing track of how long he had been smiling just looking at you.

You turned to look at him, happy. You were at the deepest point of the pool, so you decided to play with him a little. As soon as you turned around, you pretended to sink, flapping your arms desperately and fearfully, alerting him instantly.

“Y/n? Oh, shit!”

Chris’ smile completely disappeared, and he swam quickly to you, grabbing your arms tightly and pulling you up to the surface so you could breathe. He looked at you with concern, scared, his eyes wide open.

“Are you okay?”

You looked at his expression and smiled amusedly. As soon as he saw your mocking look, he didn’t relax his face, but continued to frown, this time in annoyance.

“Fuck! Y/n, that wasn’t funny!”

You laughed in his face.

“Sorry, Chris. You should have seen your face! You owed me one for making me get into the cold water.”

Chris wasn’t entirely upset. Within seconds, your sweet laughter was contagious to him. He let go of you and swam out of the pool.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused.

You almost drooled at the sight of his muscular body emerging from the water, then standing at the edge of the pool as the water dripped off his body and his boxers clung to his skin. You gulped. He certainly had a good bulge.

“I’m going to leave you there for being a bad girl with your instructor,” he joked.

“Come on, you can’t leave me here...”

“Why not? It seems you’ve learned so much that you’re even joking around.”

“I’m sorry, Chris.”

You both knew he was just playing around. But the truth was that you were still afraid to move on your own at the deepest point of the pool. Looking down still made you dizzy, especially at night when the tiles played tricks on your mind and made it look dark and endless. You needed him to guide you.

“Mmm, I’ll consider your apology. Now get out of there on your own.”

He looked at you, expectantly. His gaze made you tremble. You were somewhere between scared, amused, and turned on.

“Please,” you almost whined, “you know I can’t swim here.”

“Then why did you go there in the first place?”

“Chris, please...”

The way you asked tickled a very specific part of him. From the moment he invited you, he knew he was going to fuck you. You both knew it, and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He needed you.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“What?”

“Beg some more, and maybe I’ll rescue you.”

This time he spoke more seriously, more deeply. Now you were so curious about what might happen if he approached you again.

“Chris...” you spoke more slowly, giving him almost bedroom eyes, “Please. Come here. Help me. Isn’t-not helping me against your lifesaving rules?”

You were like a helpless little whore—you had to confess, looking boldly at his cock, and asking for something else entirely...

Chris sighed and discreetly adjusted his growing erection. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed by desire and eroticism, so he quickly entered the water, gently took you by the arm, and placed you right in the middle of the large pool, at a depth where you felt comfortable.

You noticed how he avoided eye contact with you and suddenly became abrupt. He got out of the pool again, sitting on the edge and dipping his feet in the water. He was beginning to wonder... should he really start something sexual with you? Wouldn’t it be too soon? You were so sweet that he almost didn’t want to corrupt you.

“Is something wrong?” you asked softly.

You positioned yourself directly in front of his legs, in a strategic spot, right between his thighs. You tilted your head, waiting for an answer.

He got nervous. You, on the other hand, thought he would really do it. That he would kiss you as soon as he got close to you. But nothing, you got nothing but strange behavior all of a sudden, so you decided to act on your own... giving him those subtle signals of how much you needed and wanted him. Right now.

“Mmm, nothing, keep swimming. I’ll supervise you from here,” he cleared his throat. Your gaze was killing him.

As soon as you put your hands on his knees, he almost lost control.

“Why did you act like that all of a sudden?” you pouted.

Chris sighed again, thinking of all the things he could do to that pretty little face of yours. Right now. Fill you with his cum, make you cry, rub his cock on your lips, fuck, he was so hard. And his growing erection didn’t help; it was more than obvious, it was there, right in front of you.

“Like what?”

“Something... distant... cold...”

You didn’t know what you were talking about. Your gaze drifted away, slowly lowering, making the sweet journey from his eyes, his lips, his wet abs... to his noticeable cock. Was he hard? Or why did it look even bigger than before? Your mouth salivated. You confirmed it as soon as you saw his cock throbbing. All because Chris reacted to your intense gaze.

“Babygirl, my eyes are up here,” he said, with a cocky grin.

He felt flattered. If only you could see your expression right now... your bright eyes, the impression on your face.

You looked him in the eyes, quickly, your cheeks red. “I’m sor...”

Chris leaned in, leaving you speechless and placing his fingers gently on your chin. Now that he knew how badly you wanted him too, there was no turning back. You looked into each other’s eyes, and he whispered in a slightly hoarse, demanding voice:

“Go ahead, taste me. See how fucking hard you got me, princess.”

You swallowed nervously. Your heart raced faster, and without wasting any more time, you settled yourself better between his legs once he opened them wider for you. You looked at him and then at his large erection. You had never experienced being aroused underwater before, the wetness of your pussy lost in the pool water, throbbing hard in an almost weightless, relaxed sensation.

You never thought that the first thing your lips would taste and touch would be his cock, but there you were, trembling with excitement and pulling down his underwear to reveal something even bigger that he had kept well hidden.

You appreciated his fully erect cock for a moment, its slight curve, its intimidating presence on its own, and its prominent vein running along its entire length. His cock was big. And if he fucked you, you could fantasize about how much it would overwhelm you and make you whimper. The visual image filled you with even more desire. You were so lost, almost drooling at the thought of having him.

You made a small effort to raise your body higher, to position your mouth at just the right height, gently resting your arms on his thighs, and you began to caress him. His cock throbbed in your hand, and at your touch, Chris let out an exquisite moan from his lips. He was so needy. You could see it, his cock so pink and aroused, and just of thinking about everything that could happen. Everything that is happening right now, filling every one of his senses.

You licked his pink glans, continuing to stroke and gently pull his rigid length, which aroused him even more, to the point of making him bite his lip and pant in desperation. He responded very well to every little thing you did to him.

You circled his tip with your tongue, savoring the taste of his flesh as you took more and more into your mouth while looking him in the eyes. Your mouth opened wider and wider, trying to accommodate the thickness of his cock. Chris whimpered, suddenly feeling the warmth of your mouth. He admired with some difficulty, as he was letting himself be carried away by the pleasure, your wet eyelashes, your body under the water... your sweet expression distorting into something obscene, taking his cock in your mouth, your eyes wanting to cry little by little, your lips surrounding his rigid manhood.

Chris held on tightly, letting his body fall onto his hands pressed against the floor, marking his veiny arms, letting you do almost all the work, allowing you to please him at your own pace.

You began to suck him, to manipulate his cock to your liking, leaving him whimpering, breathless, and so close to orgasm. You sucked and licked consistently until you tasted his precum, until you took his big cock to the back of your mouth, teasing your throat. His throbbing, large sex filled your cavity and drove you crazy in many ways—making you extremely aroused, making your poor pussy restless, begging for more and more, and, as you choked and drooled on his hard dick, it was messy and hot. The sound of your heart beating intensely echoed in your ears, the obscene sounds of your mouth satisfying his sexual desire and stimulating his genitals, but above all, Chris’s sweet whimpers filled the room.

“Fuck, it feels so, so good.”

You continued, taking breaths from time to time, staining your hand with your saliva and his sticky fluids every time you pulled away and pretended to be brave again, giving him oral sex once more. There was something so exquisite about Chris, besides his gasps and his hot, throbbing cock stimulating your mouth. You were being used so badly, your legs moving desperately under the water, but you couldn’t stop, not until you achieved exactly what you both wanted. Chris came in your mouth, whimpering loudly, breathing deeply as his well-satisfied cock spilled its hot, exquisite semen. It filled your mouth as his penis and him continued to collapse in orgasm inside your cavity, going straight to your throat, making a mess and dripping from the corner of your lips.

You took his cock out of your mouth and drank as much semen as you could. He took his cock and rubbed his large manhood, still covered in his white cum, over your lips, gently slapping your face. You smiled, licking every last bit of him around your mouth. This was exactly what you wanted from the moment you met him... But you were still so turned on.

“Good girl, you drank all my cum? Look at you. Now it’s my turn. Come here, get out of the water, please.”

His words excited you, and you obeyed him. The summer fun was still going strong. So, you sat down on the edge of the pool too, and Chris adjusted his cock again and came closer to you, gently wiping your mouth and erotically inserting his thumb into your mouth, making him moan at the sensation of your warm tongue touching his finger. Then he pulled it away from you and finally kissed you, slowly but desperately, with an intensity that left you wanting more. His tongue made its presence felt, playing with yours, making the act dirty enough to then move his lips to your neck, while one of his hands quickly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside.

His mouth played and reveled mercilessly in your breasts, in your wet skin, while one hand squeezed your other breast, pinching your nipples... and the other sucked hard, making you whimper. It was slightly painful pleasure, the kind that only stimulated you to the limit, but the action softened once his fingers pulled aside the fabric of your panties to caress and attend to your clit. You squealed in response, almost wanting to close your legs as a reflex. You were so wet that Chris had to slide his fingers over your entire pussy just to differentiate between the soft, slightly sticky moisture of your arousal and the simple water from the pool.

And suddenly, he slid inside two of his fingers, working harder and harder on you, thrusting into you and overwhelming you with the sensation of his mischievous tongue using and stimulating your nipples, to the point of leaving them sensitive.

His fingers were long, moving, and working exquisitely on you, and if he continued at that pace, you could come for him. But he had other plans, sweet plans to eat you out completely.

His lips moved down your abdomen. He smiled when he saw you shudder and when he reached your navel, he moved away from you a little, removing his fingers from you, which he was only using to stimulate your entrance, and slowly slid your panties down to leave you completely naked.

Chris moaned and his cock throbbed again in desperation—even though he was still so sensitive there—at the sight of your mons pubis looking tenderly soft and appetizing to his libido and insatiable desire for you.

He got back into the pool, controlled your body to position himself in the same way you were, with his face in front of your intimacy, placing your legs on his broad shoulders, and finally began to satisfy you.

He first gave a warm and sizzling lick all over your vulva, raising his gaze lasciviously, inviting you to witness and pay close attention to how crazy he was to turn you on with his skills.

Then Chris finally sucked your clit, licked it, gently pushing it with his strong tongue just to tease you, and then sucked it hard, pressing his swollen lips against your pussy. And that’s how your wildness unfolded. At first, he licked you all over, patiently teasing you while his hands squeezed your thighs and he panted over your pussy, reveling in your taste and soft sensation:

“Mmm, fuck, yessss.”

Then he began to suck you with a voracious hunger, leaving you on the edge, stimulated, trembling, so overwhelmed by the new sensations—his tongue licked and stimulated the right places, his lips and nose pushed into your pussy right on the softest of spots, and even his teeth gently nibbling you were paradise. He knew exactly what he was doing. You had never experienced anything like it, making your pussy throb almost his name alone, so wonderful that you even rolled your eyes gently.

Chris didn’t hesitate to delight in you, he wanted to do it ever since he put his hand on your abdomen and guided you to teach you how to float. He knew that your little pussy was going to be a delight, so he didn’t waste an inch of you. He sucked your clit, tangled his tongue in your labia, pushed your entrance with it; he made you tremble, whimper, stimulating you as your moans of pleasure were a soft melody to him, until he finally tasted your sweet orgasm. You were as sweet as a warm summer evenning, he could have you every damn day.

“Mmm, fuck, I need to fuck you, now. Okay, babygirl?”

You nodded, breathless, still trembling and processing the intense sensation of orgasm.

Chris quickly got out of the pool, sat down, took out his cock, and guided your body to position yourself on top of him, holding you by the waist. You bit your lip, understanding perfectly that you were going to ride him. You sighed, preparing to take his cock.

“Take all the time you need, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“It’s okay. It’s just—that you’re so big,” you replied breathlessly.

Chris smiled, and you finally gathered the courage to position his cock at your entrance and slowly slide down onto it. You both gasped. You had taken in just over half of his length and were already whimpering, feeling it push against your insides, but you wanted to be braver and let yourself fall onto it, letting out an almost hot cry. His cock throbbed inside you, hitting right against your cervix. And Chris wasn’t far behind; the feeling of his cock feeling practically crushed and compacted in such a tight, warm pussy made him see stars.

You were about to move, completely ready. Both of you could taste the sweetest, panting, hot sex. But the sudden lighting of the entire place interrupted and scared you.

Shit. Chris could already guess what it was, but he didn’t even have time to hide you. His cock was buried deep inside you.

“Chris... are you...? What the fuck?!”

Yes. The owner and his friend, Seungmin, had just entered the room, backing away and closing his eyes in terror at the sudden pornographic image.

“Are you fucking in my pool?!!”

You saw the unknown guy in terror and surprise, and then at Chris... but you had to admit that it was kind of funny, thinking that at least you both tasted each other deliciously.

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the way

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader PART FOUR (final series) OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part three

✦summary: Now you get the full experience of dating the kind of guy you thought you’d never fall for. It’s all late-night laughs, sweet touches, and moments that feel like a dream, but there’s certainly always something new to learn about him, or with him.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fuff, college au, established relationship, tight riding, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, handjob, oral sex, teasing, pet names, light exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive chan ?

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♡ the way by ariana grande ♡ love on the brain by rihanna ♡

(all the parts have been sweetly requested! — I add one thing or two for the narrative hehe)

wen’s note: cheesy ahh song for inspo, as per usual. i tried to be sweet :p. sorry this took so longgg omg lol, for my tp stansss, thanks for +5k notes in the original (first part) post :3 also this is the final series omg so sad, soo... the end?

As far as you knew, everything was strangely perfect. It was only a matter of time before Chan started acting even more affectionately, especially now that you were official, which excited him too much.

You had never had that kind of connection or little distraction in your life; you didn’t even have the words to describe it any more. It was unexpected, the way you fell so deeply in love with Chan from one moment to the next, going from being complete strangers to complementing each other.

It was a cheesy, sweet, and shy love that grew with each passing day. You never thought you’d be in that position, but being with Chan made everything clear. He made you laugh, he made you happy, he listened to every little thing you had to say, you talked too much, and you spent more time together. He planned the perfect dates, and you went along with his pace and plan, always offering an opinion, despite being the slightly nosy and extremely worrisome person you were, which he loved about you. For you, it could be said that Chan was your first love. You weren’t the type of girl who fell in love easily, especially in the past years of your youth, walking arm in arm with a boy in the school hallways; you considered it unnecessary and slightly ridiculous, but with Chan, it was different. Neither of you were kids; you were in college, and he was a real man, so it was so easy for you to fall in love with him. He was cute, sweet, attentive, silly… and incredibly handsome. He was absolutely everything you never thought he would be.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high, because part of you was afraid of getting hurt, and… it might sound corny, or make you look blind, but with him, you felt that he wasn’t that kind of person. The moment you were both experiencing was so incredibly sweet.

On the other hand, Chan had been dying for you since that sweet moment when your tenderness and intelligence dazzled him. That’s when he knew, but circumstances made him shy and nervous… How could he approach you when he knew so little about you before? You didn’t go to parties often enough to bump into each other magically, and he hardly ever saw you on campus. How could he approach you, the most beautiful and intelligent girl in his eyes? You always lived in your own world, and now he was part of it. That project had been the perfect excuse, the little push he needed, and now you were together.

You were so different, but you always managed to coordinate. You were still shy, it was your nature, and that kept Chan enchanted, although it was clear that you were feeling more and more confident, you trusted him completely, you felt free to be yourself, comfortable, and loved. Sometimes you stopped to think… how suddenly it was possible.

You were in that phase where you were exploring your relationship, and it felt so pure and innocent to the public eye, being with you all the time without seeming strange or cloying. He spent time with you, walking together on campus, studying and eating together, and talking for hours. He always took you out on the town, convincing you to go on even the smallest of dates… and in private, you loved each other passionately without any restrictions. All your sweet love blended perfectly with the obscenity and intimacy of the sex you shared. Chan and you were highly sexual, your chemistry in bed was irremediable, but just as he could fill you with all his sweet love, he also offered you many other things.

You didn’t understand why, perhaps because you were still somewhat inexperienced when it came to sex, but there was something about Chan that made you feel uncontrollably and undeniably horny. And sometimes it was hard for you to express it, because you didn’t want your connection to be purely sexual. After all, you recognized all the beautiful things that connected the two of you, plus you didn’t want to seem obvious or slightly sick, or the fact that you were still inexperienced made you nervous. Because it was true, he drove you absolutely crazy, and you knew a thing or two about his past, where he used to have other girlfriends before you. He didn’t talk about it directly or often, because it wasn’t relevant to him, his present, and his girlfriend now was you, who was all that mattered to Chan, you were his whole world now, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel curious about the girls he had dated before...

Chan was so sweet to you that having those kinds of thoughts about who exactly his exes were sometimes made you feel bad. You knew it all—that he was right for you, because that time he asked you to be his girlfriend didn’t stay that way; but a few days later, he became a little nervous and suspicious, suddenly taking a keen interest, more than usual, in the clothes you wore. He wanted your opinion on everything, what colors you liked, what you felt comfortable and pretty in, and if he gave you the option of letting him buy you whatever you wanted, what exactly you would ask for.

After that, you understood that his behavior was because he was secretly planning a nice date. And he told you just one day before. You changed all your plans for him, which basically consisted of schoolwork and the occasional tutoring session for younger students, because you could see how tenderly excited and thrilled your boyfriend was about the date.

Chan chose everything for you: the dress, your shoes... He took you to a nice place, gave you flowers, and then you talked while he drove around the city with no fixed destination, until he stopped. You noticed that he was a little nervous and tense, so that day you asked him what was wrong, and he insisted on getting out for a moment, avoiding the question.

You thought that night was just that. Another nice date, but Chan’s intention was even nicer and sweeter, and you had no idea. It was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend, once again, in a more intimate, comfortable, vulnerable space, and this time with both of you fully clothed, or at least that was Chan’s line of reasoning.

You saw him, he looked certainly uncomfortable and nervous, and then you looked around, dark, alone, but you felt in a way that being there, surrounded by trees and with the presence of the starlit sky, was warm and comforting. You turned to look at Chan with a smile, as you immediately thought that you were there to stargaze, and suddenly it seemed extremely tender and sweet to you.

But you noticed your boyfriend’s expression, licking his lips, and gathering the courage to tell you.

“Y/n... I want to ask you something very important.”

The way he said it alarmed you a little, and you whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to ask you... Once again in a more appropriate place, between you and me,” he took your hands, caressing them, intertwining them with his while looking at you sweetly, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your slightly worried expression changed in seconds, and a smile appeared on your face. You didn’t understand it at the time.

“I thought I was already your girlfriend?” you joked.

“I wanted a nicer moment than when I asked you that... it was... something immature, right after we—mm, you know,” he said, making a funny face.

You giggled, the fact that you thought he might have been planning and thinking about it for days, asking you this, knowing Chan, seemed really adorable to you. How could a man like him be so cute to you?

“Well... would you like that?” he added, curious, raising an eyebrow, looking at you amused.

“Yes, Chan... but hey, but then what date will we use as our anniversary now?”

“The...” he leaned in close to you, to give you a soft, tender, quick kiss, “date you like best, sweetheart.”

“Ahh, and...” Chan let go of you to go to the back of his car, leaving you slightly confused for a few seconds, and you knew as soon as he came back, “this is for you. Open them.”

You couldn’t believe it; you hadn’t even noticed that they had been hidden in his car all this time. With Chan, anything was possible. Even though he was just a college student like everyone else, you knew he had money, but you never wanted to take advantage of that in any way; that wasn’t why you loved him. Your boyfriend tenderly handed you, with his typical smile, narrowing his beautiful eyes, two bags of designer jewelry, Swarovski and Tiffany & CO. They were bracelets, the latter of which was thick and looked a lot like the bracelets he always wore. Now you matched adorably.

“Oh, Channie, you shouldn’t have spent so much on me.”

Although you loved being pampered, you still didn’t want to say it, even though he already knew... the way your eyes sparkled when you opened his gift and how the corners of your lips trembled as you tried to hide your big smile and act more modest.

“Why?” he took you by the waist, pulling you close to his body, looking at you defiantly in a playful way, “You’re my girlfriend and I want to give you everything. You deserve so much more. I’ll give you everything you deserve, little by little, love, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

That night was very beautiful. You really believed it would stay that way, between laughter, asking you to be his girlfriend in his arms after a very vulnerable moment you shared together... but no, as always, he had to find a way to make it even more special. From then on, you had high and very good expectations of him, even better than before. You knew he knew how to treat you very well.

He understood perfectly that you were getting used to something new, so he always tried to balance what a relationship entailed so that you would never get bored, taking you out of your comfort zone from time to time and taking you to new places, as well as respecting the fact that you will always love the idea of a nice, warm, relaxed, and intimate plan between the two of you, something as nice as him cooking for you and watching movies in your apartment... where, being alone, it was inevitable not to show the passionate love and attraction you felt for each other. That’s why Chan was always gentle, excited, and delighted by the way you were still learning more and more.

The sex between the two of you was wonderful, and Chan spent most of his time at your apartment because you lived alone. You always teased him that you were going to get a roommate, but that didn't suit him at all, as he would no longer have his space alone, his sacred space where those walls had witnessed your first kisses and many other things until now.

You simply drove him crazy. He loved waking up next to you and doing romantic and somewhat cloying things. He loved just being with you. Your presence brightened his day, but with each day you spent together, you grew more and more confident in him, showing your true side, letting yourself receive all the wonders and advantages of being Chan’s girlfriend, such as his incredible, sweet and passionate love and affection, which went hand in hand with the great lessons and hot sessions of intimacy that you both shared.

You were still a little shy, you couldn’t deny it, how were you supposed to tell him that the simple way he sat at your table, focused on his work, comfortably wearing a sleeveless shirt exposing his strong arms, and the way his brow was slightly furrowed, his concentrated gaze focused on his laptop screen while he subtly bit and licked his velvety lips, was making you uncontrollably turned on, and wet.

With Chan, it was always like that, a consumable passion, teachings, touches, and the sweetest care after the act. You couldn’t ask for anything better. You felt loved and desired during the vulnerability of that precarious act.

In situations like this, you approached him, shyly but dangerously, with desire in your eyes and a slight change in your breathing. With every step you took to get closer to him, as you admired him from afar, you could already feel him, taste him, imagine all the hot scenarios you could be in at that moment, in all the intimacy that awaited you both the moment Chan read all your intentions.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder, and in response, he smiled sweetly at you, looking away from his laptop and focusing on you. For a second, you felt dirty because he looked at you sweetly with his bright eyes and whispered softly:

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You bit your lower lip softly; that soft whisper was so hot, you were unable to find the words to express how incredibly much you wanted him. That you need him.

You shook your head, trying to downplay it, as if you didn’t have that constant tingling down there in your intimate area and the unsettling sensation of your glands moistening your folds, all just from seeing how good your boyfriend looked.

“Nothing. I’m done with my work, how about you? Do you have a lot left? Can I help you?” You tried to sound disinterested, but with each question, you developed a subtly more needy tone.

You made Chan laugh softly, and almost as if by magic, as if he could read your mind, he moved away from the table, pushing himself away attractively with his foot, took your wrist, and gently pulled you onto his lap. You felt relief and impatience at the same time.

“You’re going to distract me, huh?” he hummed in a low tone.

Your body tensed up in seconds. His closeness made you nervous, his face so close to your cheek and ear. Suddenly, you became so flustered that you couldn’t even turn to look at him and could only see him out of the corner of your eye. You were impressed by how quickly he understood everything. So for a moment, you remained rigid on his lap while he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“No...” you murmured, your heart began to race, his legs suddenly began to feel more comfortable, and your desire for him began to intensify little by little. “I told you that if you need help, I can help you. I’m not going to distract you from your work.”

You turned shyly, still not looking him in the eyes, but getting the perfect view of his chin, his luscious lips, the smooth texture of his neck, chest, and shoulders, his light skin, his veins exposed by his sleeveless shirt. You played with the collar of his shirt, not wanting to play innocent, but simply because that was your way.

You were so pathetically turned on, and he was just so close, and you were sitting on his lap, but his strong grip, his heavy arm dropping its weight on your bare thighs, was inevitable.

And you drove him crazy in a second, the way you moved your legs in the air, nervous, impatient, sweetly, wearing one of his hoodies and uselessly tiny shorts... while avoiding looking him in the eyes, as if you didn’t know each other well enough...

He licked his lips, unable to bear having you so sweetly on his lap when the tension between you was growing. He knew exactly what you wanted, so why not give it to you? He wants it too, right there, and he adores you immensely.

“Oh, I really need your help right now,” he murmured, impatiently letting out a sigh, gently lifting your chin with his hand, making you look him in the eyes. “I know exactly what you want, but why don’t you tell me out loud, baby girl? I thought we had already talked about and overcome those moments of shyness.”

But your naivety and innocence drove him crazy. You were the smartest and most outstanding girl he knew, but when he touched you, you became vulnerable and somewhat irrational.

“What?” you whispered breathlessly, completely lost in the closeness of his face.

He just wanted to tease you.

“I want to hear everything you want me to do to you,” he repeated, encouraging you.

His right hand began to caress your thighs more constantly, moving up and down your skin, almost reaching a dangerous place, making you even more nervous and excited, adding to the fact that you were about to kiss him, his nose dangerously brushing against your face, and his gaze penetrating you. His other hand played with his hoodie on your back, and you lost control when his hand caressed your lower back, slipping his hand inside the garment.

You sighed. A little afraid that he might feel your fragile body, hopelessly aroused and trembling. And of course, he noticed, and he loved every second of it.

“I need you, Chan. I want you to fuck me,” you joked, your eyes sparkling with a soft smile and a giggle. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Your attempt to not seem needy wasn’t working. The joke was too much for him. He let out a ragged sigh; it was too late, he was already imagining having you. He was losing control over you, and you could feel his arousal growing beneath your body.

“Isn’t that what you want, then?” he said slowly, teasing you, “Huh? Isn’t that why you came to me so sweetly needy?” His hand reached almost to your inner thighs and squeezed them. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “Why are you so still then? Letting me touch you...? You haven’t asked me to stop.”

You looked at him intensely, and there was no turning back. Your attempts to control your desires were so pathetic, but they drove him crazy and seemed so cute to him. You both needed each other so badly right now.

“Because I don’t want you to stop.”

You leaned toward him just a little, since you were both so close to each other, and that was enough to catch his lips.

Chan kissed you slowly, carefree and unhurried, enjoying the kiss, even though he could sense your hasty and abrupt movements against him, slightly desperate; yet he did it at his own pace, forcing you to adapt to him, to a passionate, slow, and meaningful kiss. Your hands went to his manly face, holding it delicately and trembling softly against it. His hands caressed your body more, your thighs, teasing you when he got close to your private area, and your back under that hoodie. Chan almost moaned as he caressed your entire back and found it so vulnerable, with no sign of a bra.

So that’s how you were, walking around your house with him, practically in panties and his oversized hoodie.

As you pulled apart, both of you gasping for breath, you looked at each other, and he noticed that look in your eyes, almost reflecting fire. He was madly in love with you. You needed him so much, and he loved being required by you.

Chan bit his lip softly and decided to play with your temperament a little, taking advantage of you, in a way. He loved playing with you, pressing all the right buttons to get you so aroused for him, so he gently and nimbly spread your legs a little and decided to play with your clit, pressing it against the fabric of your shorts.

You gasped, surprised, opening your eyes and breathless, shifting slightly on his lap and gently clinging to his hand, touching you. Chan chuckled, finding your reaction tenderly pleasurable and amusing, your tense body on top of his, letting you enjoy what you wanted so much but were too shy to say.

You watched his hand lost in you, under the oversized hoodie that covered it, and moaned softly as you felt him become more solid, his long fingers pressing against your folds trapped in your comfortable fabric shorts. And then you saw him, your gaze so desperate, your eyebrows adorning your face completely surrendered to him, crying out for your boyfriend, you could even feel his erection against you, you needed him so much that you weren’t in the mood for your arousal to increase and tease you, but he had other plans, and not letting you get what you wanted so easily was part of them. As much as he adored you, he loved putting you in a position where you were so hot, enjoying every moment of the situation.

He reached forward, sliding his hand inside your shorts and panties, making you sigh; finally, his fingers found the real, warm sensation of your pussy, your clit almost sweetly popping out just for him, for his pleasure and to control you with it.

“Cha-channie, please” you begged, looking at him with bright eyes.

You were on the verge of something, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Please, what? Do you think I don’t notice how naughtily needy you are for me? Honey, let me take care of it.”

You nodded, biting your lip and letting yourself go, which was sweetly killing you. Your sex throbbed hard, and your stiff muscles began to despair. His fingers slid deeply into your folds, filling almost perfectly every space in your soaked pussy. Chan could feel you, and that sent a disturbing shock through his whole body and his cock. He loved having you like this.

“Mmm... so soft... and wet for me, baby. I can almost taste your sweet pussy in my mouth...”

“Then do it,” you almost begged, interrupting him, your gaze meekly asking for him again as your breathing quickened.

“You’re a little minx, princess. Weren’t you shy five seconds ago?” His smile widened. “Do you want to help me, sweetheart? Remember the first time I helped you a little?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moaning as you felt his fingers slide into you without mercy. That night, when everything started...

“Why don’t you help me...? I want to see you like this, needing me... mmm, you can rub yourself on my thigh.”

“What?”

His words took you by surprise, causing you to look at him with confusion.

“Open your legs, sit on my thigh, and move as if you were riding me, sweetheart” he explained slowly.

You blinked rapidly in front of his face, understanding but finding the idea strange... something new you were about to explore.

You obeyed your boyfriend, holding onto his strong chest and beginning to move timidly.

“Come on... stimulate your clit, sweetie, I want your pussy well prepared for when I eat it.”

He smiled, satisfied as he held your hips under the hoodie. You looked into his eyes so lasciviously as you did so. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans, but the more you moved, the more you understood... the hard pressure of his strong, muscular thigh, pressing and teasing your much-needed center so precisely and perfectly.

And without knowing it, he was preparing you for something even better, with his strong build, controlling you with ease, putting you on the table, removing your shorts and panties, and then delighting each other, you from his lips and skillful mouth devouring you completely with a voracious hunger that left you gently trembling in your first orgasm, and him delighting in your juices and prepared cunt, from your trembling, well-stimulated, and well-attended pussy. Then he stripped you completely naked, desperately removing his hoodiefrom you, putting you back on top of him, filling you completely, whimpering at his breathtaking cock size, guiding you to ride him while playing with your breasts and never forgetting to kiss you and talk sweetly to you throughout the whole process...

And that was a little bit of your passionate moments in your apartment, him exploring you with such devotion and affection, attending to you just the way you liked it. Being attentive to your every need. While he showed you more and more of everything he could give you and make you feel…

But then you returned to reality.

Both of you maintained your different and busy routines at the hectic school… but when night came, you couldn’t help but feel lonely. All it took was a subtle, light text message suggesting how much you missed him and that you wished you could sleep and cuddle with him, for him to show up at your door, his eyes shining and looking so tender and hot at the same time. He always looked so docile and gentle with you, in contrast to his muscular appearance and the power he commanded in his daily life as a college student.

But that’s how things were. Even so, your college life continued, still. You were getting used to having time for your boyfriend and having the proper time to study and keep up with your career. As for your relationship, it was known that you were somewhat shy about public displays of affection, and the fact that you were dating one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus attracted the attention of others at first. There was a lot of gossip, and your relationship was unexpected, but at the end of the day, you didn’t care what anyone thought. You had Chan, and he had you.

You continued with your routines, and you, in particular, had a routine that Chan wasn’t entirely convinced about, and that was your strange little job as a tutor. Normally, he didn’t think it was a big deal, and there was nothing to worry about.

It was pretty normal; he understood. You were incredibly smart and made money tutoring your juniors. It was such a sweet and nice thing to do, and very common for the sweet person you were.

He knew absolutely everything: Monday, Becky, a freshman; Tuesday, Jay; Wednesday, Jake, both sophomores. Everything was fine, except for those special days, Thursday and Friday, when you had a particular student: Yang Jeongin. A junior. Spoiled and popular one. He filled Chan with a rage that he had to learn to control, and of all of them, he was the one who paid you the most for tutoring hours.

Jeongin was everything you thought Chan was at first—and you were slightly wrong in every assumption, but you weren’t so wrong about Jeongin, handsome and popular, a typical college playboy.

You had to admit he was quite cute; he was usually attentive and respectful to you. He was a nice guy despite his reputation, which had nothing to do with his confident personality that radiated every second he spent with you.

At first, it was just a few days of tutoring, but then Jeongin became insistent, asking if you could see each other more often, forcing you to give him your number in case of an emergency, and subtly trying to text you. None of that seemed right to Chan. He already knew what was going on, from the moment you decided to increase your number of sessions with Jeongin, you told your boyfriend, casually, just so he would know what you would be doing after class, not because he needed to know and worry that you were with another guy, because you genuinely have no intention whatsoever with Jeongin.

But boy, did it bother Chan. He thought he knew what Jeongin wanted from you. He could see it, feel it. He knew how someone like him might think, having such a pretty girl teaching him, at his disposal, close to him... Oh, of course Chan was more than upset, and just thinking about it made him furious.

Even Chan tried to convince you not to accept, that you didn’t need the extra money from tutoring if that's what you needed... But no, Chan grimaced and looked at you tenderly, because you were such a sweet person, so pure in his eyes that he knew you were going to do it with the most sincere intentions, trying to help the poor boy younger than you who was in trouble. Chan couldn’t be mad at you; it made him love you even more. But he simply couldn't stand the fact that someone like him was spending what were supposed to be your free afternoons with you, his girlfriend.

Chan knew everything about him, and not just because—although that was a big part of his interest—you were spending time together. But your boyfriend knew exactly what the look Jeongin always gave you meant, without shame, even when you were with Chan.

Jeongin was a flirt, but he was the real player type. His reputation was spot on: a guy from a powerful fraternity, handsome, wealthy, young, and irresponsible. Jeongin was the leader of Chan’s rival fraternity, and he chose it that way, even when Hyunjin and Chan himself wanted to recruit him a few years ago. Rumors said that Jeongin refused because he didn’t want to be a protégé, let alone a follower of Chan.

Since then, Chan didn’t think much of Yang Jeongin... until he came into your life, causing your poor boyfriend so much helplessness with the carefree and brazen way Jeongin clearly tries to flirt with you and seduce you.

But until now, everything was going well. He could tolerate it. He didn’t want to seem toxic by forbidding you or controlling who you could and couldn’t tutor, when he knew perfectly well that you were doing it out of kindness, for a little money, and because you liked to study and/or review more in the process of teaching. You were a dream come true.

So Chan continued with his normal routine. The last message you had sent him was that you were with Jeongin in the east wing library. He mentioned that he was about to go to the gym with some of his friends... and from there, there was no response from you. Chan finished at 5:30 p.m., still without a response from you, when normally you would have already sent him a message to meet you in the library. He tried to relax, not to invade your space, so he went to his dorm room to clean up, take a shower, and wait for you. He got a little distracted chatting with the guys, and when he checked the time, he still didn’t have a message from you.

He insisted again, asking if everything was okay, if you could let him know when to pick you up, but still no response. He called you, and you rejected his call. That was enough. He was slightly annoyed, with a rage that clouded his judgment because at this point he was already heading to the supposed library where you were supposed to be, the last place you told him you would be, with Jeongin.

And you, for your part, like any good girl, would never lie to Chan. You were in the same place, doing what you told him you would be doing. But you were so focused on helping Jeongin with important paperwork, and he asked you if you could extend your hours, and in the end, you agreed, after seeing his big, bright eyes practically begging you and finding him extremely cute. He was like a child to you, younger and in trouble, ready to learn.

You were extremely focused on helping and advancing with Jeongin as much as possible, so you both put your phones on Do Not Disturb mode. You lost track of time and, for a moment, forgot that you hadn’t replied to your boyfriend.

Hours had passed. Jeongin was tired. You started at 3 p.m., took a short break at 5, where you went to the bathroom and got some water, completely forgetting to check your phone. And then, you went back to studying. At a certain point, he was annoyed, but not with you, never with you. The extra hours were just an excuse; Jeongin wanted to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible.

At first, his infatuation with you was fun. He thought you were hot, a smart and hot girl, and he couldn’t stop fantasizing about you... But as time went by, he admired you more, seeing you with kindness, sweetness, and... not forgetting how much he wanted you.

Jeongin was mesmerized by you. At a certain point in the session, he didn’t even know what you were talking about... he just watched you... your complexion as you held the book, the gentle way you adjusted your glasses. You were so incredible, almost perfect, but you had one small flaw—or so he thought—and that was that you were with Chan.

Chan, Chan, Chan. Jeongin must have known that he would be the start of his problems, since the moment Jeongin joined the rival fraternity, the two of them clashed a little. But now... Jeongin knew you had something going on with Chan; at this point, the whole campus knew, but he didn’t know how serious you were with each other, and he really didn’t care to know. He wanted you for himself, and in his mind, it’s never too late to try and get what he wants so badly.

There was just something about you... Something so cute, delicate, and sweet every time you saw each other. But you were just being nice and professional with him... while Jeongin’s imagination ran wild.

He watched you, more and more... long seconds of intense stares, every move you made seemed to be in slow motion. He watched your profile, your lips moving, your exposed neck, your thin necklace falling down your chest... his breathing quickened a little. Sitting there was tedious, but it was worth it to be close to you and your sweet scent and presence. Jeongin half smiled, losing himself in the small cleavage of your blouse and the fact that you were wearing a skirt.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he was watching you, maybe too much, but you preferred to pretend you didn’t notice, that it wasn’t what it seemed, and that maybe... he was paying attention to you and the session.

He didn’t know if it was fatigue, but somehow you drove him crazier, his desire for you, to kiss you and take you, intensified, so he couldn’t help but flirt with you a little.

“Oh, I’ll get my laptop out now, I’m a little tired of taking notes by hand.”

Jeongin interrupted you. You nodded, slightly confused because he wasn’t really writing anything down, so you just played it cool.

He was sitting to your right, there was a decent distance between you, yet you were still close, but in the middle of that distance was Jeongin’s backpack, so he strategically leaned towards it, getting the cutest and best detailed view of your thighs exposed by your skirt. He licked his lips, in his mind, cursing Chan for getting everything from you. Not believing he was worthy of you. He still believed he could be better than your boyfriend in many ways.

Jeongin took advantage of the opportunity, knowing it was wrong... that he shouldn’t... but an invisible force took hold of him every time he was near you. Besides, you were practically alone. He chose that library because he knew it was rarely frequented, so he pretended to lose his balance a little as he leaned over to hold his laptop, grabbing your thigh tightly, pretending that it was the first thing he could hold on to without damaging his device.

You flinched at his unexpected touch. You looked with fear and astonishment at his hand on your bare thigh. It looked big on your skin, felt cold, and extremely wrong. You also looked at his crouched body.

He quickly regained his posture, placing his laptop on the table and turning it on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I almost tripped,” he laughed, an awkward chuckle, making him look like a good guy. He looked embarrassed.

You believed him completely, besides being too confused to process how he could have lost his balance... but you had talked to Jeongin so many times, little conversations at the end of tutoring sessions and while walking out of the library and study hall, and in them you remembered that he mentioned that he was a clumsy person, somewhat uncoordinated at sports.

Instead, it was you who blushed and felt more embarrassed. Driving him even crazier. But you let it slide.

You were about to resume your explanation when you noticed that Jeongin quickly and violently moved his backpack, dragged his chair even closer to you, so close that his body bumped into yours, practically surrounding you with his, and in a more carefree tone, he said,

“Where were we?”

His closeness made you uncomfortable and nervous. If you turned your head, you could find his face inches away from yours, almost criminally close.

You noticed his intentions. He wanted to get closer to you; he wanted your attention. You knew it as soon as he rested his hand on the table, subtly caressing yours, and he played with his pen, trying to make you lose yourself in the sight of his attractive, long fingers...

You found him ridiculous. You knew he was just another hormonal kid.

“Aren’t you cold?” he hurried to say, inches from your face. You didn’t want to turn to look at him. “The library is a bit cold, don’t you think? Do you want me to borrow you my jacket?”

You were about to ask him to move away from you. You felt cornered, and your body was stiff. Meanwhile, Jeongin was enjoying it too much... he was almost getting turned on.

“Jeon...”

“Y/n, can I ask you something...?” he interrupted you again, his cool breath hitting your face.

This time, you turned to look at him, slightly embarrassed and annoyed by his cynicism, incredulous that the “respectful boy” you knew had disappeared for a moment. He wasn’t respecting your space, let alone the fact that you were in a serious relationship with Chan.

But... a naive part of you underestimated yourself... You didn’t want to look foolish by telling him that you were misinterpreting his actions and appear arrogant by reminding him of the typical, ‘I have a boyfriend.’

You looked at Jeongin, he looked at your lips and your eyes, having him inches away from you felt so, so wrong. You had Chan.

Chan... arrived just in time, not-so-appropriate in terms of the situation, but at the moment when you were in trouble, the image filled his whole body with anger. He walked across campus to the place where you said you were. His entrance was silent, at first he just wanted to spy, hang around and see if you were there, to sweetly approach you, give you a kiss, and kindly remind you that the tutoring sessions had gone on long enough, that you needed to rest and focus on your own studies and current projects, not focus so much on those of others. He would offer to buy you dinner and go to your apartment together.

He couldn’t be calm leaving you alone with Jeongin; he had to admit it, it was obvious to Chan what Jeongin wanted from you.

But when he saw that scene, oh gosh, everything sweet in his mind shattered and only reaffirmed his thoughts about him.

What was Yang Joengin doing dangerously close to you? The angle looked so bad, everything was so wrong. Chan didn’t want to make assumptions, but anger got the better of him, and he approached you, contrary to his initial plan, with angry steps, stealthily, his attractive face looking obviously unhappy.

“What’s going on here, huh? Is this how you study now?” He appeared suddenly, narrowing his eyes, angrily taking the chair in front of you and sitting down abruptly, his legs spread and his arms crossed.

“Chan...” you whispered, genuinely surprised, turning to look at him.

You knew he was upset. Very upset. He was licking his teeth inside his mouth, breathing deeply, and his gaze was anything but sweet toward you. In fact, his eyes had become sharper and more intimidating.

He wanted an explanation. Now. One that made sense and didn’t increase his intense desire to punch the guy you were teaching.

Jeongin gently pulled away from you, unconcerned, staring at Chan with an arrogant smile, satisfied that your boyfriend had found you like this, not giving a damn how clearly angry he looked. Chan wanted to hit his arrogant face right there, but he stopped and looked at you...

Your eyes sparkled innocently when you saw him. You didn’t know what to say to him, other than that you were obviously just trying to do your job with Jeongin... but he got so close to you. You were embarrassed, knowing how bad it must have looked from Chan’s perspective. You were disappointed. But, oh, Chan—he could never doubt you, or get so angry like that, not with you. He knew you, he knew you would never betray him.

So the whole damn problem came back to Jeongin himself.

Your boyfriend tried to relax. To do his best to act decently, to speak to you sweetly, and not to smash Jeongin's face in, so he just clenched his fist.

“You still here? It’s 7, I thought the tutoring sessions were over...” Chan addressed you exclusively, speaking slowly and sweetly.

“Yes... It’s just that Jeongin needed a little extra time...” you murmured shyly, sad that you had been making your boyfriend angry.

“Extra time?” Chan replied incredulously, chuckling softly. “How long can it take him to learn...” He abruptly took one of your notebooks to read your notes. “Write a 10-page essay on... Charles Dickens. Can’t you read, Jeongin?” he teased him, looking at him with feigned pity and dragging the notebook back to its place. “You have my girl working for you like an actual professor.”

The atmosphere became tense. Jeongin was unconcerned, slightly annoyed, but he didn’t take it too seriously. He remained relaxed, as if nothing had happened, which annoyed Chan even more.

“C’mon, Chan, it’s not just about Dickens...” you tried to say, feeling that your boyfriend was being a little harsh with the younger boy.

Chan couldn’t stand his arrogant face any longer.

“Yeah, Dickens, dickheads,” Chan looked intentionally at the boy, “it’s time to go, baby. You’ve given him enough tutoring for today. Past his regular 2 hours, actually.”

Your boyfriend was about to stand up, waiting for you to follow him, when the carefree and cheeky Jeongin mentioned:

“Didn’t know you set her a curfew,” he challenged him.

Chan stood up and glared at Jeongin. You felt you had to do something, since Chan, being the only one standing, imposed something in a way. And, before your boyfriend could respond with something else reluctantly, you turned to Jeongin and said kindly:

“That’s true... it’s already quite late, let’s not drag out the tutoring sessions or make them tedious. Let’s call it a day.”

Chan smiled softly, happy that you had listened to him. Jeongin, however, wasn’t. He just snorted and thought, Whatever, and began to gather his things without a care. You did the same, starting to gather your things.

Jeongin would have argued more, saying that if that was how he always treated you... but this time, he left it at that.

You and Jeongin stood up from your chairs, your bottoms were a little sore, it was genuinely time to take a break. Chan was about to take your hand and pull you away from him, but Jeongin noticed his intention and quickly stepped forward, taking your forearm and getting your attention.

Chan clenched his jaw at this act, which was exactly the reaction Jeongin was looking for. You were surprised again.

“Thank you very much, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said, in a slightly kinder tone than usual, sounding almost fake. “I didn’t mean to make the session so long, but it helped me a lot, thank you.”

You smiled at him. Uncomfortable, wishing he would let go of you since your boyfriend was there and you didn’t like physical contact very much, unless it was someone you had already allowed it with, like Chan.

Jeongin let go of you. “See you later.”

Jeongin walked away carefree, without a hint of remorse, nor feeling remotely intimidated by Bang Chan, who glared intensely at him as he watched him leave.

“Channie...” you called his name sweetly, to get his attention, you could still tell he was upset.

He turned to look at you and you noticed how he let out a cold:

“I’ll carry your bag, honey.”

Chan took your backpack to put it on his shoulder, trying to act like everything was fine, but you wanted to talk about it.

“Chan. I’m sorry. Don’t be so hard on him...”

Your boyfriend looked at you, his eyes widening, shocked and scandalized for a moment, scaring you slightly.

“He’s insufferable,” he muttered angrily, looking away in the direction of Jeongin.

Your boyfriend quickened his pace, waiting for you to follow, not bothering to hold your hand as he was still quite upset.

“I think he’s just a kid trying to annoy you... and he’s succeeding.”

You caught his attention with your comment, making him turn around abruptly. Chan chuckled and then looked around in disbelief. There was no one there, except for a poor student far away from you, working as an assistant behind a counter, taking care of the place and registering the lending of books and maybe some other people in the other side of the place. Still, Chan tried to calm down, sighed, and was so annoyed, but he refused to make a scene in the middle of the library. But he couldn’t help it; he had to let it out. Even though it hurt him to be harsh with you, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to be honest with you, speaking to you seriously.

“Are you kidding? Are you defending him now? Didn’t you feel the way he was blatantly hitting on you? Or are you just choosing to ignore it? Do you have any idea what...?” Chan quickly approached you, feeling a rush of fresh air that surprised you a little. “Do you have any idea what I had to see?” he emphasized. “See how close he got to you—I could’ve misinterpreted it. Gosh, Y/n. If he wants to bother me, then he should bother me and not you, but the jerk knows exactly what fucking pisses me off.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t like seeing him like this. You had never seen him this upset before.

“Well... I said I’m... sorry.”

Chan sighed, acknowledging that he had lost his temper for a moment, and almost spoke to you through gritted teeth. He tried to calm down, but for the moment, he didn’t know exactly what to say.

“It’s not your fault. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to your apartment.”

He watched you. You looked confused, your eyes shining—you were somewhere between scared and uncertain. Neither of you wanted that, much less for the reason to be simply jealousy or a younger guy getting in the way of your relationship. But as much as Chan wanted to let it go, he couldn’t, he couldn’t take it lightly, especially when it came to you. He adored you. And besides, it was time for you to discover his true side, one that wasn’t so sweet, one he tried not to show, his jealous and possessive nature. That was how he was. You were his, and nothing could change his mind.

You felt that he wanted to say something, but he held back. The truth was that he couldn’t find the right words to express himself and thought that maybe on the way, he could think better, more clearly, with you by his side.

You followed him, both of you walking in silence through the large library, a silence and a certain distance that was killing you both. So you got his attention by gently taking his arm.

“Wait, Chan,” he turned to look at you intently. “I… I don’t want you to be upset over something ridiculous. You know exactly how I feel about… Jeongin” you murmured, speaking uncertainly because you didn’t even know if it was right to say his name out loud right now, “and you know exactly how I feel and think about you… but you’re right, maybe he’s going a little too far with me, and it would be best to stop seeing him.”

Chan sighed, his gaze softened, and he looked at you tenderly, just the way you loved him to look at you. His heart beat fast; he couldn’t believe you were justifying yourself for something that wasn’t your fault, and that you had come to the conclusion that you would stop teaching him because it bothered him, and not specifically you. At least not as much.

“My dear…” Chan bit his lip innocently, unable to resist, and took your face delicately in his hands. “I’ve told you I can’t be angry with you. You’re not the problem. I’m sorry I got angry, it’s just that…” He took a breath. “I can’t stand how that brat thinks he’s so great that he can flirt with you. You’re my girlfriend, mine alone.”

“Exactly. I’m your girlfriend. I wouldn’t leave you for… him. I understand that.”

“I know you do, baby. But… he doesn’t.”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s better to stop seeing him. I don’t want to make you angry.”

Chan sighed, “Honey, you don’t make me angry. It’s…”

You were both interrupted, or at least that's how it felt when a student casually walked right past you. You both felt slightly embarrassed. Chan pulled away from you and took your wrist to lead you to the back of the bookshelves beside you so you could talk more privately.

“I already told you that it’s him and… I don’t want to forbid you from seeing who you should or not see…”

You bit your lip indecisively as you looked into his eyes. You were both in a dilemma. Chan wanted to tell you that the decision was yours to make, but he also didn’t want to sit idly by until something bigger happened, and he had to intervene when he could have prevented the problem.

“I’ll cancel the tutoring sessions little by little so it doesn’t look like I did it just because you ordered me to.”

A cynical side of Chan would have liked you to do it right away, just because he asked. He was dying to get Yang Jeongin out of your life, but he knew and had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Yeah... that’s gonna be a little hard,” Chan looked away from you for a second and bit his lip thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?” you looked at him, confused.

Chan was standing in front of you, almost pinning you against a shelf.

“He won’t go away that easily. I don’t think I can be the one to push him away. You have to be the one to kill his hopes.”

“I’ll do it,” you replied quickly, getting his attention. “I’m not interested in him at all. I want you, Chan.”

He smiled sweetly at you, and you felt your cheeks flush, as you may have sounded a little corny and overly devoted to your boyfriend, but that was how you felt; it was your genuine response. You both felt that the tension and the situation had finally eased a little.

“You’re the sweetest girl ever,” Chan said tenderly. “I haven’t kissed you once since I came for you.”

You pouted slightly and played with the collar of his shirt, inviting him to come closer to you as you gently leaned your body against the large shelf.

“I know... I just didn’t want to mention it.”

He chuckled and leaned toward you to place the sweetest of kisses on your lips. Sweet, soft, meticulous... the only way Chan knows how to do it to you—letting you enjoy the sensation of his lips long enough, savoring the rhythm and motion of your mouths, then taking you by the waist and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into you skillfully and stealthily.

You remained like that, playing with each other’s mouths and lips, defying your lack of air so as not to separate, holding each other tightly and both closing your eyes, letting yourselves go.

It was tender, lasting as long as it did, taking breaths between giggles and brushing your nose and lips together.

Whispering little things like, “I’m sorry I got upset, I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.” “I can’t believe you got upset over Jeongin.” “Exactly, he’s a stupid kid who thinks he doesn’t know you’re mine...” Hot and intense whispers from Chan, his warm breath on yours, kneading your skin, “Fuck, yes, you’re so mine, baby girl.”

He took you by surprise, more abruptly, and kissed you with a firm but precise desperation. Chan knew he was losing control more and more, but he still knew what he was doing. He was consistent and kissed you so intimately and dirty, enough to provoke you and leave you breathless, making it clear how much you needed him sexually. Both of you were touching each other, teasing each other, one with more control than the other.

Chan smiled, massaged your butt and thighs while his swollen lips went down your neck, almost incredulous that your pretty cleavage had been Jeongin’s view for hours. He was gently aroused and still felt uncontrollable anger toward your young apprentice, so he didn’t hesitate to nibble, suck, and torture your docile skin, marking what was his, leaving neat hickeys on your neck and breasts.

You moaned at the sensation. Your pussy throbbed hard, your body generating heat. Suddenly, you realized that you were in a public place, on school property.

“Cha-chan,” you whimpered breathlessly, stroking his hair.

He raised his gaze, his tongue, lips, and teeth still attached to you. He made his last mark and regained his composure, leaving you breathless after an intense make-out session. But he, unlike you, had controlled his desire.

“Wear something more provocative next time for that little fucker Yang and make him understand that you’re only mine,” he ordered you firmly, pointing with his gaze at your recent marks, then smiled smugly. “Let’s get out of here, hun.”

You were in your apartment. Alone. Even when you thought things had been sorted out with Chan... you saw him acting a little distant. You spent quite a while wondering if something was still going on... if something was bothering him, since you could still see that he was slightly pensive.

You even offered him to spend the night, because you wanted him close, but he excused himself, saying he had to take care of some things at home.

But he wanted to think about some things, as well as figure out how to get rid of Jeongin, because he still wasn’t satisfied with closing the issue.

So there you were, in your comfortable clothes, about to rest—you wouldn’t turn on your laptop, you wouldn’t take anything out of your backpack. It was late and you were about to relax. It had been raining for a while and you were resigned to spending a quiet night, distracting yourself with whatever you could until you got sleepy, but all you could think about was how much you wanted Chan to be with you right now, on a night like this.

But just as you were about to walk into your living room, cookies in hand, remembering that you would say good night to your boyfriend, a knock on your door startled you completely. At first you were shocked, as the atmosphere made you alert, being alone and it was raining outside, to a certain extent making you feel defenseless.

But then there was another knock. Unnecessary and somewhat impatient. But enough to cheer you up and let you know exactly who it was. He knew the passcode to your apartment, yet he waited.

You dropped everything and almost ran to your door. You were so happy, you could only think about who was behind it, without even thinking about the small details.

Finally, you opened the door, expecting to see Chan, and you did, but not exactly the way you had imagined.

“Christopher!” you exclaimed, almost breathless, opening your eyes in surprise.

Chan smiled at you attractively, narrowing his eyes, adorning his handsome face every time he smiled at you, and looked at you sweetly. You were so surprised. Chan was standing in front of you, soaked, and you had so many questions that suddenly none of them could come out of your mouth.

You looked at him, perhaps more than necessary, his dark wet hair, his pale face shining with water, his tight clothes, especially that useless, thin black T-shirt he was wearing, clinging to his body, showing off his abs. Was it raining that hard?

“Let’s go outside,” he suggested, almost in a seductive tone, still smiling, noticing how intensely you were looking at him.

You blinked suddenly, seeing him like that left you stunned, but you snapped out of your trance and looked at him, confused. He looked so cute like that, you couldn’t deny it... But common sense was scratching all kinds of questions in your mind.

“Wait, what? You’re crazy, and soaked, come inside and dry off... Did you walk all the way he-”

“Come on, let’s play in the rain.”

He interrupted you. It looked just like one of those occasions when he wouldn’t give you a single answer, and you had no choice but to go along with him. He sounded serious, but playful. You played along, but only in the sweet way he spoke, not in actually wanting to go out and get wet. Nothing he was doing made any sense, nor why he was standing there at your door, at night, soaking wet. Sometimes you just want to enjoy yourself... let yourself go, not question anything, and enjoy the beautiful sight of your very attractive boyfriend, drenched by the rain, standing in your doorway, with his beautiful bright eyes, looking like something out of a movie; but your sense of responsibility told you:

“You’re crazy, it’s pouring rain outside,” you scoffed. “How-how did you even get here to get so wet? You’re gonna catch a cold like that, for God’s sake, Chan, come inside so you can dry off. I’ll bring you a towel.”

Your boyfriend didn’t contradict you; he remained silent and looked at you with a tender, obedient gaze, like a sweet puppy being scolded. He convinced you, genuinely did, so for some reason you waited for him to enter your apartment, you moved away from the door a little and saw his intentions to do so; but as soon as you let your guard down, Chan took your body unexpectedly, making you sigh at the cold sensation of your body getting wet, and he carried you with ease, placing your abdomen on his strong shoulder.

“Oh. My. God. Chan! What are you doing? Put me down now!”

You weren’t upset, you didn’t sound that way at all. He chuckled, closed your door, and walked down the hallway with your body on him, toward the elevator.

“Chan, put me down! I don’t want to go out. You’re getting me wet!” you gently patted him on the back.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he teased at your last comment, pressing the elevator button with his free hand.

You felt your cheeks burn. It was so silly and sweet that for a second, you felt like a little schoolgirl with the innocence of her first love, teasing her boyfriend. You could hear your flushed giggles, his ears turning tenderly red.

“You’re getting soaked everywhere!” you continued, scolding him playfully.

You both entered the elevator, and that’s when he finally put you down gently. Chan quickly turned his back to the buttons, blocking you from even using them with his body.

“When was the last time you were in the rain?” he asked you, playing sweetly.

“A few months ago, when I had to go back to my apartment and was coming from college,” you replied reluctantly, joking.

He rolled his eyes and rephrased the question, “When was the last time you had fun in the rain?”

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed.

“If I get sick, it’ll be your fault.”

“You know I’ll take care of you, sweetie,” he said tenderly, unable to resist the distance between you and walking toward you to caress your cheeks tenderly.

“You’re going to get sick too, idiot.”

He looked at you, surprised and feigning offense. The next thing you knew, his hand was taking yours and dragging you out of the building. Getting you both completely wet.

You smiled in surprise, the water was cold and hitting your body violently.

“Fuck, Chris! My slippers got wet!”

“Hey, watch your language...” your boyfriend warned you gently.

He moved dangerously close to you, putting his big hands on your waist, holding you tightly, and pressing you against his body. You were so busy thinking about how wet you were getting, how it was slightly ridiculous but romantic, and you didn’t know whether to be upset or happy; however, Chan’s pull on your body made you understand everything. You slowly raised your gaze and met his eyes. It was a beautiful, dark, starry night, and he looked even more handsome. You smiled at him, feeling warmth in your body despite the cold autumn rain that drenched your bodies.

And the moment lasted like that, you captured it, and it became magical. You and Chan, with no worries other than enjoying the rain... but the passing of a car on the street brought you back to your senses and broke the magical moment, at least for you, since Chan didn’t let go of you and was still lost in the image of your sweet wet face, your flattened hair, your damp eyelashes, everything about you that took his breath away and made his heart beat fast. He knew exactly how he felt, and right now he wasn’t afraid to express it out loud.

You started to blush, feeling hot and nervous. Chan was watching you too intently, too intensely.

“Come on, Chan. Let’s go inside. This isn’t a K-drama. People are going to think we’re crazy. I can’t even see you through the rain.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, making it harder for you to escape his grip.

“Why do you care what people think?” he murmured, barely audible.

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t want to fight anymore, or for you to think that I feel threatened by some little idiot who has a crush on you. But I don’t blame him, look at you, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. And c’mon, even in your pajamas and soaking wet, you’re beautiful.”

Chan took a step back, looking you up and down, licking his lips at the small detail of your wet breasts, your thin lace bralette visible through your loose white V-neck shirt. “Mmm, I love your top, it looks even cuter wet and clinging to your body.”

You blushed even more. His words sounded so genuine, his gaze was still intense, and his voice sounded so good alongside the sound of the drops hitting the floor. You wanted to kiss him so badly, with that poor lighting, his whole demeanor made him look wonderful.

“Okay... I thought we had already cleared that up. Did you come here just for...?” you hissed, almost in a slow sigh, letting yourself be carried away by the soft tension that was building.

“I came to see you. I wanted to go for a walk and the rain caught me and... I came to you and thought I wanted to see you exactly like this...”

“Like what...”

Chan giggled, looking at your eyes and lips, lost in thought, not even knowing what he was talking about.

“I love you.”

He confessed, in the air, loud enough to leave you speechless. You thought he wasn’t serious, but you heard him loud and clear. He was sincere... it felt so right, something you didn’t bother to repeat because you felt the same way.

Chan caught your slight expression of confusion and then your entire face, softening. What could you know about love? But you were sure it was the most accurate explanation for your feelings every time you were with him or thought about him.

“I love you, too.”

You both smiled, lost in each other, until he leaned toward you, cupping your cheek, teasing you with his closeness and brushing gently your nose with his and kissing you. His lips were wet, rain falling on both your faces, but it felt so magical. His hands gently explored your body, and his mouth guided you to the sweetest of pleasures with a meaning as genuine and innocent as the love you had just confessed for each other.

And then there you were, playing like two idiots in love in the rain.

The next morning was even sweeter. You both returned to your apartment soaked and with an uncontrollable hunger for each other, kissing as if you were unable to separate from one another, then ending up naked, trying to dry yourselves off, sweetly teasing each other without crossing the thin line of initiating anything sexual, and, between giggles, you forced him to take a shower, you did the same, and you simply ended up falling asleep cuddled up together.

It was so sweet, even when you woke up on your own, accustomed to your strict schedule without needing your alarm, slowly opening your eyes, and the first sensation in your body upon becoming conscious was that of your boyfriend’s warm body, heavy, asleep, and tenderly carefree.

You looked at Chan, both of you were so snuggled up that your first reaction was to smile tenderly, from the position you were in, your leg over his body and him hugging you, his natural curls gently tickling your skin and his face caressing your chest, barely covered by your little tank top.

He looked so cuddly, precious, and soft, sleeping peacefully, his big arms and muscular build exposed since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, tightly attached to yours. You stayed like that, enjoying the sight of his puffy, pink lips, looking so comfortable on your body, you weren’t even sure how you ended up sleeping in that position.

However, something inside you felt the need to know exactly what time it was. The day was still cloudy, so you couldn’t even use the sun’s rays as a guide. Besides, you wanted your cell phone right away to take pictures of Chan, to tease him after how he acted tough, when the truth was that he was a complete softie with you, sleeping with his head on your chest, hugging you as if he didn’t want to let you go. And he didn’t want to let you go; as soon as you moved slightly, stretching your arm to reach for your cell phone on the nightstand, Chan felt you and slowly woke up.

Chan took a deep breath, stretched his muscles a little without letting go of you completely, and slowly opened his eyes, raising his gaze to meet yours, looking at your tender face, also just awake. And both of you locked eyes, in addition to how warm and close your bodies were, you both looked at each other like two lovers in love, having just confessed something so intimate to each other.

Chan groaned, still sleepy, trying to adjust to the dim light that now illuminated your room, and complained softly, whining, that you were moving to reach for your cell phone. You had to check the time; even at the first moment of the day, you had to be so responsible, and that made your boyfriend whimper softly. He wanted to be there, with you, hugging a little longer, not worrying about anything, and just enjoying each other’s scent and warmth.

“Good morning, princess. What are you doing?”

His voice was thick, raspy, vibrant, almost making you shiver. You adored him so much. And his face was perfect, with full, puffy lips and small eyes that lit up when he saw you. But you had to return to reality and face your day. You also wanted to spend the whole morning with him, in your apartment, like the quiet weekend mornings that you both loved so much.

“Good morning, Channie... I have to check the time... it’s...”

You replied, finally seeing that the clock read 8:05 a.m. You had to get ready for your first class.

“Come on, I know you don’t have your first class until 9:20 on Fridays.”

You sighed. Chan adjusted his body, snuggling closer to you, caressing you, and making the sheets rustle.

“It’s 8 o’clock, Chan, I have to get ready.”

Chan whimpered and growled, intentionally hugging you tighter and hiding his face in your chest again.

“Please don’t do this, stay,” he begged, his voice still hoarse. “It’s okay if you skip a class or two... come on, I’ll make you breakfast if you want.”

You chuckled. He looked particularly cute and sounded sweetly needy. You were about to protest, but a notification distracted you.

Everything was perfect, but you had just received a message from Jeongin:

Yang Jeongin can we meet today?

So it happened just as Chan told you. Jeongin texted you to ask if you could meet up, canceled his tutoring sessions, saying that you had already helped him enough that week and that he just wanted to talk to you. Chan didn’t exactly force you to wear a top with a neckline low enough to show your marks, but you agreed to his idea and covered them very poorly with a very light concealer, intending to show that your boyfriend’s hickeys were there.

Chan coordinated everything from afar. Jeongin invited you to a café, while your boyfriend waited far enough away to not be seen, but to be with you as soon as you told him the conversation was over.

Jeongin’s original plan was to be a gentleman. He regretted acting childish and so hasty with you yesterday. He wanted to apologize and sweet-talk you with his voice and words. He didn’t care about Chan at all. It was you who was of complete interest to him. Dealing with your boyfriend came later. Jeongin first wanted to win you over and thus remove Chan from his path.

So, he saw you enter the café, greeted you with a big smile, and pointed out which table he was at. You looked beautiful, but as soon as you both approached each other, he pulled out your chair and waited for you to sit down. Jeongin noticed everything. The aggressive hickeys on your skin, lightly, almost barely covered with makeup, as if you hadn’t even bothered to do it properly.

“Y/n. Hello! What would you like to drink?”

Jeongin clenched his jaw, pretending that everything was fine. His patience quickly ran out.

“Hot chocolate is fine.”

“I’ll be right back. Would you like some cookies with that?”

You nodded. Jeongin hurried to the counter without even waiting for a waiter to approach. He needed to calm down a little… to remember that he had to be a gentleman to win you over, to get Chan out of his way.

As he waited for the drink, he wondered what Chan was really like and how someone like him could get you. Were you perhaps too gullible?

Jeongin approached you with your drink and cookies. He had already ordered.

“So…” he said, slightly nervous, sitting down across from you.

He was quite cute and attractive, but you could never see him that way, not with the same eyes you saw Chan. However, Jeongin tried to put aside how much those hickeys bothered and distracted him and tried to strike up a conversation. You talked relaxed, calmly, and sweetly for 10 minutes, the words flowing naturally between you. He apologized for yesterday and subtly tried to get information about Chan out of you.

By that point, you had finished your drinks and all the cookies. You were a little sad because sometimes you thought you could find a friend in Jeongin, since you had never had a male friend with whom everything was so natural… but it was obvious that you knew his intentions and how he subtly kept flirting with you.

“Ah, I wanted to ask you something… well, rather invite you… or just know if you’re going, although,” he sighed, “at this point you must already know from Chan,” he said, slightly indignant.

You listened attentively, almost without blinking, but mentioning Chan took you by surprise, and you expressed confusion, yet Jeongin continued.

“Tomorrow? The annual fall event? The midnight society?” Jeongin mentioned it casually, just to make sure you were following him, to see on your face that you understood what he was talking about.

But your face reflected the exact opposite. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Oh, you don’t know?” You shook your head gently, and Jeongin chuckled, incredulous and happy, thinking that maybe you and Chan didn’t share everything about each other. He leaned on the table, unable to control his happiness that he was the one who was actually going to invite you. “You know that this month is the university’s founding anniversary, right?” He began to speak more cautiously. “Every year, all the senior fraternities organize this kind of secret party with all the fraternities and sororities of the uni. Guests must be invited exclusively by a member of the fraternities and they use secret codes and shit like that. There’s always a theme; this year it’s like The Phantom of the Opera or something. You really don’t know? Chan is literally in charge of the event.”

You didn’t know how to respond… suddenly, you were inundated with information about secret societies at the university… You wondered why Chan never told you about it. Was it really that secret? What could you know if you never even tried to apply to the school’s old system?

“Okay. I’ll invite you. Color palette: black, red, white, silver. Dress as you please. Wear a minimalist mask. The Dongwook clubhouse, just before midnight. Tell him the fox sent you and…”

“The fox?” You giggled, almost so caught up in the conversation that you suddenly lost your seriousness.

“I know! Stupid, right? But that’s how it has to be, and the code is... noctis vox... remember it well because I can’t even tell you by text.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding! I’ll text you all the details. Hope to see you there.”

You spent the next few long minutes talking a little about the background of fraternity life... it was an unfamiliar topic, since Chan hardly ever talked about it. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your curiosity. It did, and it made you feel a little overwhelmed with intrigue as to why Chan hadn’t invited you, or even mentioned it.

Chan noticed that you were acting particularly strange after you met with Jeongin. He playfully asked you if he had been upset when he saw your hickeys, and you responded distantly.

He drove you to your apartment, where you had previously agreed that Chan would spend the night... but you were still deep in thought.

He approached you again, setting aside the dinner he was about to cook for you, and asked you gently:

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong? You really seemed different after the coffee thing. Did that fucker do something to you? Y/n, love, sweetheart, tell me, did that fucker dared t...”

You looked him in the eyes. He knew exactly that something was wrong. Chan looked worried.

“No, Channie, it’s nothing like that,” you interrupted him.

“Then what? You know you can tell me anything.”

And he was right. It seemed ridiculous to you to be upset about something so absurd, to hide how you felt from him right after you had openly confessed how much you loved each other and shown yourselves to be extremely vulnerable. But you couldn’t stop thinking... why was he acting like nothing had happened? What was his plan? Not to attend that important party? Or to sneak out at midnight without saying a word to you? Why hadn’t he told you... Besides, you were terrified by the way Jeongin told you about it—a club in the middle of the forest, after midnight, wearing masks and without phones, forbidding anyone from talking about that night once it was over at dawn... Like a fucking remake of Eyes Wide Shut, you were scared of rich kids doing stupid things, and you also had a right to feel jealous, knowing that other girls were going to be there.

“It’s just that... why...” You almost dared to say it, but sighed resignedly, “Forget it.”

He took your arm. “No, Y/n, honey. Tell me.”

You grimaced uncomfortably and nervously adjusted your glasses.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about tomorrow’s party? You weren’t planning on going?”

Chan examined your face and body language and let out a confused, “What?”

“The annual fall party... or something like that—at midnight?”

“Oh. How do you know that?” He quickly answered himself. “Oh, right, he told you.”

“And?”

“And what, baby?”

His calmness made you a little desperate.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s ridiculous. I’m not even going! I’d rather be with you.”

You narrowed your eyes. It was sweet... but his answer disappointed you in a way. You weren’t expecting that.

“You’re not going...? Don’t you have to go because you’re the leader of the frat?”

“I left Hyunjin in charge. He’ll go for me.”

You nodded softly, didn’t answer, and went to sit on the sofa. Your gaze was still lost. You had more questions now that you knew more. Even if he wasn’t going... You would have liked him to mention it to you; maybe you would have wanted to go. Maybe not.

Chan knelt down in front of you, knowing that the problem wasn’t solved.

“Now what, princess? Tell me everything,” he said, placing his warm, large hands on your knee.

You looked at him. “I don’t know... why don’t you want to go?”

“Because,” he sighed, “you know that kind of event isn’t my thing. I want to be taken seriously and break away from that frat boy, party image. I want to graduate with you, find a job, support you in your master’s degree, be with you... You know I’m only in the fraternity because of the Bang tradition or whatever.”

You smiled at him. You found what he said truly sweet. It was true, there was no reason to force him to do something you knew he didn’t like... but you had another reason that you were afraid to say out loud just this once.

“It’s okay, Channie. I understand.”

He sat down next to you. “Why the sudden interest?” Your silence spoke for itself. “Oh, you wanted to go?”

You shrugged. Downplaying it, but it was the truth. Maybe Chan wanted to leave that life behind and enjoy his senior year more quietly, but for you, it was completely the opposite... You felt like you were just opening up a little more, so a party with that kind of theme piqued your interest. At the end of the day, you were just a young, inexperienced girl.

“I don’t know. I won’t know if you don’t even tell me,” you joked.

He understood.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Do you want to go?”

You looked at your boyfriend, looking exquisitely handsome in a tailor-made all-black suit. On Saturday afternoon, you went out on the town and he spoiled you with lots of things—a black designer dress, jewelry, and shoes. You thought it was too much, but Chan refused to accept your modesty.

“You look so good, honey. It's like Eyes Wide Shut and Fifty Shades of Grey, you frat kids are insane, actually” you commented, adjusting your boyfriend’s cloak and pinning his fraternity pin to his suit.

“I think the cloak is too much.”

Chan laughed, unable to contain his joy at seeing you happy. It was obvious that you wanted to attend this kind of party, one you never thought you’d go to. Another college party that was unlike the rest, in a private and exclusive club owned by Hyunjin’s family, everyone dressed elegantly, with no cell phones allowed inside.

“I think I want to make love to you with that cape on,” you said, teasing him just before leaving.

“And with the mask. Oh, baby, you’re kinda kinky,” he continued the joke, quickly putting on the mask and taking it off while holding it on its stick.

Chan blushed and, amid sweet giggles, you both finally headed to the party. And you understood everything, just as you finally arrived, the place was beautifully decorated, with lovely artistic details. That’s why Chan told you he had left Hyunjin in charge, because in the end he took care of almost everything.

You were nervous. It was true. It was the kind of place where the perfect crime could happen and no one would say anything, all the rich kids there would get away with it, or at least the ones who were luckier than others, since the ordinary people who managed to get into fraternities and sororities without as much money as the rest, well, they had it a little complicated. But it was good to be holding Chan’s hand. Always, and it eased your anxiety about going through the crowd.

And the show began. Right at midnight, or so you thought. The lights went out, the music stopped, and Chan had to be part of the center of the dance floor, along with other boys and girls wearing their cloaks, which only they wore, imitating a kind of ritual that made your hair stand on end. It was terrifying for a moment.

But everything returned to normal within a few minutes. The party began like any other. Chan returned to your side and took you to chat a little with his group of friends. Felix invited you to have a drink and, for some reason, you turned to look at your boyfriend with sparkling eyes, getting his absolute approval.

So you headed to the bar with Felix, shouting over the loud music to ask him what exactly he recommended. Felix ordered for both of you, and as you waited quietly for your drinks, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turned around excitedly, thinking it was Chan, but your smile faded a little when you saw Jeongin.

“Y/n, hey, you came. I assumed you would when I saw Chan at the start of the ceremony. I was looking for you.”

You smiled nervously at him. Felix also turned around, including himself, and at the same time, not including himself at all in the conversation that Joengin clearly wanted to strike up.

“Yes... in the end... I was quite curious about your secret societies.”

“Ah, nothing like that, it’s just an excuse and a bunch of college students getting drunk and wearing suits and dresses.”

You giggled, and just then, Felix brushed your arm, friendly to pass you your first drink.

“Are you going to drink tonight?”

You shrugged, nodding and taking a sip of your drink, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. You had already decided to distance yourself from him little by little. So far, Jeongin hadn’t confessed anything to you, so it seemed embarrassing to suddenly tell him you weren’t interested in him, plus it seemed silly to say something like that when it was obvious. You’re not interested. You’re with Chan.

“It’s a party,” you replied nonchalantly.

He looked at you intently for a few long seconds. He looked you up and down boldly while subtly biting his lip.

“Well, yeah. I’ll order some drinks too.”

Jeongin turned away, leaving you a little confused, and you saw him walk over to a girl behind him. The girl was chatting amiably with another group of girls, and as soon as Jeongin approached her, she happily stumbled over to his side, standing in front of you and Felix. She had a huge smile on her face, and you could read “What?” on her lips. Jeongin repeated something in her ear, and as she listened, her eyes wandered around, finding you and Felix there. You both noticed how the girl’s big smile slowly faded. She replied to Jeongin with what you heard was the name of a drink, and he leaned over the bar to order them.

You felt strange and out of place. You felt like the girl was looking at you too closely, but you assumed it was because she was obviously a little tipsy. Still, you took another sip of your drink, not knowing how to say you were leaving... and trying to hide a sigh of relief at the thought that Jeongin had come with a girl. Which meant that at least now he could leave you alone for a while, or so you thought. Besides, you found her extremely pretty, good for him, you thought. The girl was petite, even in heels, slim, with pale skin, straight red hair, big hazel eyes, straight eyebrows, pretty lips, and freckles. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better for Jeongin—if you even thought about it.

You glanced at Felix, but your boyfriend’s blond friend looked too serious for some reason. Even so, all of this happened in a matter of seconds, but you were still sober and could notice all those little details. So, the girl looked away from you and saw Felix, smiled warmly at him, and said.

“Oh, hi, Felix.”

“Hey, Kaia,” he greeted her, and you looked at him, mildly surprised that they knew each other, but you found it normal since Felix was popular. “Did you come with Jeongin?”

Still, it seemed strange to you how a little uncomfortable Felix looked; he never looked like that. You thought that maybe it was because of Jeongin and because he wanted to get out of the situation and go back to his friends.

“Mmm, well, kind of...” she said with a smirk on her lips. “I’m one of the girls now,” she added enthusiastically, proudly pointing to the pin of a sorority on her strapless dress. “You came with...” she rambled for a second, not knowing your name.

She knew it. The girl looked at you as if she knew you—and she did—so intensely every time she looked in your direction.

“Y/n? No. She’s a friend, she’s with someone else,” Felix replied quickly, slightly nervous and trying to save the situation from becoming too awkward.

For a second, you wondered if it was right to introduce yourself. But Felix had already done it for you. You felt a little small and shy; it wasn’t like you wanted to seem rude.

“There you go,” Jeongin interjected and turned, gently handing his drink to the person you now knew as Kaia, who mumbled a thanks. “You guys met already?” he added.

Kaia took the lead, taking a sip of her drink first. “No. Not really. I’m Kaia, I’m a performing arts major. Nice to meet you,” she replied quickly, coldly, and almost obligingly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She smiled at you, but her slightly annoyed face distracted you a little, and without realizing it, you didn’t introduce yourself the same way she did. But she didn’t seem angry with you, but rather with her companion. But you didn’t want to be there anymore, reading people and deciphering expressions. You wanted to be with Chan, and the drink in your hand was starting to bother you.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll be with Chan... um, on that side of his frat house table” you told Jeongin.

Jeongin smiled with a strange satisfaction, and both Kaia and Felix looked uncomfortable that you had made that comment.

“I understand. He’s waiting for you,” Jeongin said, in a mocking tone that was difficult to decipher.

But his smile widened as soon as the real show began, and his target approached you. Chan appeared, next to you and Felix, and was about to complain that he was there for some drinks for Hyunjin since, as he had taken care of everything and Chan had hardly been involved in the event, Chan owed him one and Hyunjin had warned him that he would treat him as he pleased throughout the night... However, he was initially stunned to see Jeongin, not very happy to have him there, but another feeling came over him as soon as he saw Kaia standing next to him.

It was obvious that you didn’t even know who she was. But Chan was annoyed because he knew exactly that Jeongin was the one who knew everything and that he had brought you both together just to annoy him later. He couldn’t believe it; the young man was testing his patience more and more.

“Hey, Chan. Do you want some drinks, or were you looking for your girlfriend? I see you can’t leave her alone for even five minutes. Afraid something might happen?” Jeongin hissed, arrogant and amused.

Chan glared at him, not responding because he was determined to be more mature about the situation, to stay calm and not fall back into something you had already discussed. Besides, he thought there was no reason to get angry. You loved him, he knew that, and that mattered to him.

“I’ll get some drinks from Hyunjin. If you want, you can go to our area now, honey,” Chan said loudly in your ear.

You said goodbye awkwardly to Jeongin and the girl, but as you did, you couldn’t help but notice the way Kaia looked at Chan, so deeply, her eyes bright and wide open, almost a frightened look. Chan looked normal, calm; he didn’t see her that way. And before you left with Felix, you heard Chan greet her softly with a simple “Hey,” but then he walked away to the other end of the bar to order.

You left there extremely confused, wondering if they knew each other, but you decided to ignore it, because you knew he was popular, because when you saw Chan, now wearing his suit, finally without that scary cloak, with the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little of his chest... You thought that maybe the girl had a crush on your boyfriend. It bothered you, but you didn’t blame her. Besides, he was right there, right next to you.

And the party continued. This time, you didn’t drink much, just enough to lift your spirits and dare to dance with Felix, Changbin, and Chaeryeong, his date. You were having a good time, talking with them. Every now and then, Chan would join you and then watch you from afar, enjoying yourself. Later, Changbin and Chaeryeong were the first to leave, and Felix asked you for a moment to go to the bathroom, so you were left alone, and you were about to go back to Chan when you suddenly felt a strong urge to touch up your makeup. At that point, you knew you were walking a fine line between drunkenness and sobriety.

But you felt fine. Different, so you bravely walked on your own, determined to find the bathroom by yourself so you could touch up your lipstick. In a fleeting thought, you imagined touching up your makeup and returning to Chan, sitting on his lap and kissing him. That’s what you wanted to do. Your emotions were playing tricks on you, your thoughts were betraying you, suddenly you missed him terribly, even though you had seen him a few minutes ago and knew he was there, waiting for you. It was the alcohol betraying you a little.

You continued on your way, still lost in the crowd and in hallways with people drinking, kissing, and chatting with their masks on, and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder again.

“Hello. Where are you going, sweetie?”

It was Jeongin. He seemed to be your shadow.

“Oh, I was just going to touch up my makeup. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure this is the way?” he joked. “I know where you can do that, follow me.”

Jeongin took you to a brighter space, with few people chatting, the music sounding slightly distant. You were impressed, as you didn’t know the place could be that big. Because maybe you weren’t entirely sober and thinking clearly...

And Jeongin didn’t give up, he kept openly flirting with you, asking you how long you’d been dating Chan, taking advantage of the fact that you weren’t sober and throwing out the comment:

“Hmm, the way he looks with you, it might last longer than it did with Kaia.”

You were putting on your lip gloss when that comment took you by surprise.

“What?”

“Oh, you know, Chan and Kaia...” he read your confused reaction. “Don’t you know? Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

It was obvious that Jeongin knew you had no idea; he knew it from the moment you acted so innocently when she was right in front of you. Your silence perpetuated everything. Sobriety and responsibility were returning to you, as you felt you were about to hear something important.

“Kaia is Chan’s ex, they dated for about 7 months when she was in sophomore year. Now she’s in my class, and we take theatrical literature together. You know, the usual.”

Jeongin kept talking, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind went silent... and all you could think about was that she was his ex-girlfriend. Right before you, she existed, and that tormented you. It was your first time experiencing a relationship. Your first time experiencing and realizing that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend was a beautiful little redhead with a big smile who studied art. You wished it didn’t bother you so much, but it did.

You didn’t doubt Jeongin’s information; your instinct told you that he was telling you the truth. There must have been a reason for Felix’s discomfort, for Kaia’s bright eyes when she saw Chan. Who broke up with whom? You couldn’t help thinking and thinking...

And, without realizing it, just as you gently raised your gaze, Chan approached you with quick steps. He was looking for you. Suddenly, he lost sight of you, Felix didn’t know where you were, and neither of you had your cell phones. And, to his not-so-pleasant surprise, you were with Jeongin, in a more private area, and Chan could bet that its use was restricted, since Hyunjin strictly marked the places where his property could be used.

“Oh, god. Do you always have to appear out of nowhere?” Jeongin said to Chan, annoyed but amused.

“Cute chatting, huh?” Chan said.

Chan tried to calm down. But every time his instincts pushed him to the limit, you always appeared next to Jeongin. He was annoyed again. Definitely letting go of the maturity he had set out to use. He was so pissed off.

“Yang Jeongin... I’m taking my girlfriend with me, okay?”

Chan replied through gritted teeth, slowly losing his composure.

Jeongin rolled his eyes and shrugged. And watched you leave. Chan grabbed your wrist, almost dragging you away. You could tell he was upset, but you were too, too much so, you felt that he wasn’t the only one who had a right to be angry.

“Chan-Chan,” you protested, half-heartedly, tired of having to watch another scene.

He took you to a bathroom. A single bathroom, very fitting for such an elegant place, and locked the door. You were both upset, but with the slight effect of alcohol still lingering in your system, the way Chan looked made you rethink whether you were really upset at all; his eyes darkened, he licked his lips, and his whole demeanor looked so attractive as he tried to maintain his sanity.

“We need to talk. Talk about something that had already been resolved. Weren’t you going to distance Jeongin from you? When are you going to tell him to stop bothering you? Or is it that you like having his attention, huh? Is that it? Why are you sneaking away like this? You know, we don’t have our cell phones.” Chan started saying one thing, but just by saying something, he exploded, he couldn’t resist it, he spoke more and more harshly, his veins popping out in his neck.

You felt stunned. With nothing to defend yourself with, you just blurted out:

“And you? What about you, Chan, huh?”

“What about me, what? You didn’t answer m...”

“Kaia,” you interrupted him, silencing him.

He sighed, annoyed and tired, not believing he had to deal with this right now.

“Wh-what about her, what are you talking about, sweetheart. You’re so drunk.”

He knew you knew. He could see it in your tender gaze, slightly dulled, but it didn’t seem right to him, since he was convinced that Chan hadn’t been in contact with her since they broke up, but instead you... and another guy who wasn’t him... oh, he was almost dying of jealousy.

“No. I know. When were you going to tell me about her?”

“What was I going to tell you about her? She’s not even part of my life anymore. But you, you’re everything. Did you see me approach Kaia even once tonight?”

You remained silent... thinking that maybe he had a point, but you came up with a quick comeback.

“Why? Didn’t you approach her because you knew I was watching?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t talk about... my exes because they’re not relevant. But you, my God, I let my guard down for a second, and you’re back with Jeongin. I thought we’d already talked about that.”

“Yes. We only talked about me, but never about you! Who else was with you besides her? Anything else I should know?” you raised your voice.

“Baby, watch your tone when you talk to me. Don’t yell,” he warned slowly, moving closer to you. “Don’t bring up things from the past, honey,” he pinned you against the door, piercing you with his gaze and leaving you breathless. “You know very well that you are my present and future. And I don’t want that to be damaged by some silly junior guy, okay, beautiful?”

He was intimidating you. And it was working well; you almost swallowed hard when you saw him, your legs were almost shaking, and there was something about him that suddenly made you so obedient.

“We good, sweetie?” You nodded slowly. “Good,” he said, bringing his hands to your face and holding it delicately. “Because you know I won’t tolerate that boy showing you off as if you were his. You’re mine, understand?”

You nodded again. Breathless, a little turned on by having him so close, plus his voice was rough, demanding. And your boyfriend in a suit wasn’t exactly making you feel good and sane.

“Then, kiss me, beautiful.”

You almost melted right there, forgetting your anger as soon as his lips touched yours, giving you the deepest, most passionate kiss, the way only he knows how to do with you, the way only he knows how to leave you breathless and with your emotions on edge, always needing more and more of him. You dropped your small handbag, stunned, and touched him.

“Anything else to add or say, sweetheart?” he whispered, slightly agitated on your lips.

“It’s just that...” you paused.

He looked at you almost warningly, waiting for an answer. You thought you were being dramatic; you never saw his ex as a problem, and you didn’t even want to know more about her. You just wanted to be with him. And that kiss spoke for itself. You sighed.

“I love you.”

You whispered shyly on his lips.

“I love you too, my dear” he replied tenderly. “I hope you understand why I’m reacting this way.”

You knew. Chan loved that way, and it drove you crazy. He kissed you again, this time pushing you more roughly toward the door and kissing you more passionately. His hands began to roam your body mercilessly, and the situation was heating up; you could both feel it.

You tried to adapt to his rhythm, to his desperate lips with an insatiable energy for you, to his tongue playing with you. You didn’t even have time to process that something sexual was beginning to develop between you, and you just let yourself go, feeling more and more, slowly igniting in a pleasurable agony that overwhelmed your weak body. You could never feel soft and beautifully aroused for Chan; you always had to seem needy when it came to him, no matter how much you wanted to control it, because he kissed and touched you so well...

The arousal also grew in Chan’s body. There was something so damn hot about claiming that you were his, something that filled him with so much pride. First the hickeys, and now he was going to fuck you there just for the sheer pleasure of both of you, and he was going to do it so jealously until you whimpered and remembered who you belonged to. He could already visualize your tired body being held by him, fucking you, and that made his cock even harder.

His lips moved down your neck, subtly teasing the marks that were just beginning to heal a little. His large hands squeezed your waist, your bare thighs, and you sighed as soon as you felt him lift your tight dress up to your stomach, exposing your panties. Chan was working fast, but at the same time with a patience that only built your pleasure.

He pulled away from you and with a mischievous smile, pulled your dress down from your breasts in one swift motion, leaving you vulnerably exposed again, making you moan softly. Your cheeks flushed. Chan appreciated his own work on you, your used lips, shiny, soft marks on your skin, your heavy, agitated breathing with just a few small teasing kisses and caresses, your exquisite, round breasts exposed, you, just for him, with your tender, hopelessly excited gaze. And, from your perspective, the sight was so wonderful that it made your pussy throb with desperation, and it was because of his intense gaze and how fucking attractive and handsome he looked in that suit tight against his body. Your gaze drifted away a little, just to make sure that you were both in exactly the same state of arousal, and you confirmed it as soon as your mouth salivated painfully at the sight of his large erection in his pants.

“Look at you, beautiful. So fucking needy for me, just as I adore.”

For some reason, you felt immobile, able only to enjoy and receive pleasure from him. You didn’t even know what to say exactly. More than thinking it was true, you needed him right now, every part of you begging for him.

“No one is going to touch you like I do, princess. Remember that,” Chan said in a deep voice, full of desire.

He was so right. You were never going to love anyone else like the way he did it to you. You needed him right now; you were being overwhelmed with stimulation.

He licked his lips, and you trembled and whimpered as you felt his fingers gently brush against your clit, teasing you even more. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples hardened, and at that point you felt so wet.

You enjoyed his touch and with trembling hands you tried to unbutton his shirt, caressing his exquisite abs, and just as you were about to unbuckle his belt, he leaned toward you, kissing you more desperately, messily, in contrast to his touch against your pussy, which became more precise, his fingers pressing your sweet spot, playing with your clit, driving you crazy, and then his fingers moved down to tease you as he felt your wetness between your folds. Chan knew exactly what he wanted from you. Right now.

But first, he delighted in your lips, in your tongue fighting against his, and then he seductively went back down to your skin, playing with your breasts, licking them and using them mercilessly, just like his free hand that ran all over you.

You stroked his hair, letting yourself be carried away more and more by the delicious movements toward your clit, and you moaned his name loudly as you felt his fingers bury themselves inside you, without losing your caresses on your sensitive spot. You were being touched so exquisitely. He thrust deeply into you, his long fingers reaching many weak spots in you, all of him was your weak spot. You were feeling so pleasurable, enough to want to come if he sped up his movements, but his next action took your breath away and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“No one is going to eat your pretty pussy like I do, baby girl. Who’s gonna make you tremble like I do, huh? That stupid Yang kid, mmm I don’t think so, you’re so mine. Isn’t that right?”

He had knelt in front of you and recited those words, looking into your eyes, his breath hitting your pubis, and your heart beating faster. You captured the moment when your boyfriend pulled down your little panties, which he had chosen, and his attractive face approached your intimate area, almost ready to take your much-needed pussy.

“Yes” you replied nervously, shaking.

You wanted him to do it already, you knew he was teasing you by the way his fingers kept playing with your clit, and finally, you felt a brief release, but the tension in your body intensified. You whimpered with satisfaction as you finally felt his warm, strong tongue push against your clit, his lips sucking it so exquisitely, reveling in you. His hands grabbed you roughly, your thighs, your folds, spreading them apart to give him better access to your core. Meanwhile, you whimpered for him, pressing your back harder against the door, restless and desperate, feeling his tongue stimulate every inch of your slick, trembling pussy. You held onto his shoulders, impatient for the pleasure you were experiencing that was altering your entire system. It was too much. It was perfect.

He continued, and for a moment you felt so helplessly pleased, almost at your climax, that you lowered your gaze, and nothing could compare to what you were witnessing—but the sensations were still a thousand times better—yet a sight like that stimulated all your senses better, and it was Chan, crouched down for you, eating your pussy with desperate hunger, but being gentle with you, his attractive face buried in you. Just like the first time he did it, you could still remember it with such longing.

He knew each of your spots, he knew you were a little weak, that you didn’t like to prolong your pleasure for too long once you both started touching each other, but he loved to tease you, to enjoy himself, so his tongue moved mercilessly over your cunt.

Chan delighted in you thoroughly, merely for the light sadistic pleasure of making you suffer by being loaded with so much pleasure, and for his masochistic pleasure of letting his cock throb inside him. Chan savored your pussy, slurping on it, his soft gasps echoing in the isolated bathroom of that club, his babbling telling you how delicious you were to him, completely lost in you and the sensation of your vagina pleasing his mouth and thrilling every fiber of his being as if he were enjoying and tasting a wonderful delight, and he was, his cock trapped in his pants coming to life on its own, veins popping, aching and impatient for attention. He cursed, feeling desperate, but for him, it was worth every second of tasting you, of receiving your moans and your body yielding in desire in response. Feeding his ego, his obsessive admiration for you, reminding him that you are only his.

You began to melt away little by little, holding on tightly to his shoulders and caressing his head a little more wildly, and Chan knew you were so close, so his licks became sloppier to tease you more, but he complemented it by penetrating you again with his fingers. You were blinded by pleasure, feeling restlessly close to orgasm, and it left you breathless.

He looked up, only to find from that angle your whole body struggling, your muscles contracting, your breasts exposed, and your pleasure sweetly captured on your face.

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Chan pulled his lips away from you a little, leaving you with a void just at your peak, adjusted his uncomfortable erection a little, making him moan softly, and looked into your eyes and encouraged you passionately in the only way he knew how to turn you on. You were a slut for Chan’s little comments during sex.

“Cum for me, princess, you can do it, cum for me, and remember who’s the only one who makes you come like this.”

You whimpered exaggeratedly, you could feel your whole body flushed. Chan smiled, his lips sweetly glossy from your fluids, and with a quick movement he buried himself back into your pussy, naughtily replacing those fingers that filled you mercilessly with his ruthless tongue, thus triggering your orgasm, making you come for him just as he had asked.

“Mmm, Channie...”

You took a deep breath. You had completely lost your composure from the wonderful oral sex Chan always gave you. You ended up with your muscles aching from your orgasm, leaving your legs trembling and weak.

Chan lapped up your orgasm and tentatively tried to clean up the mess you had made with his mouth, gently teasing you despite being a little tired and very agitated.

“Good girl, good girl.” Chan stood up, licked his lips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and teased you by briefly pinching your nipples. “You’re going to continue being a good girl for me, huh? You gonna take my cock, now?” he spoke in a rough voice, yet exaggerating his intonation a little as if he wanted to speak sweetly to you.

You watched him closely. You were still processing how good you felt, and your intimacy was slowly recovering with a series of exquisite pulsations... Fuck, you thought. His comment vibrated through your body again, and you felt the situation become so real as soon as you saw his long, attractive fingers deftly unbuckle his belt and, in one swift motion, pull down his underwear and pants to expose his erect cock, throbbing with desire without being stimulated, looking as appetizing and beautifully red-pink as you love it.

Chan took off his jacket, feeling his body hot, and let out a smug chuckle, almost blushing, finding the bold and slightly hungry way you looked at his cock amusing. Then you bit your lip, and the image of your body wrapped in desire, your breasts tenderly exposed, and your agitated expression, caused his cock to twitch and move violently on its own, contracting his muscles and covering its tip with slippery naughty precum. You worked magic on him. He groaned, hurting and exciting him at the same time, so he immediately appeased the unsettling sensation of the incredible load descending along his entire length, taking and caressing his cock gently.

You were surprised by the burning obscenity of his big cock trembling and then his big hand wrapping around it. You got turned on again, this time, perhaps even more than before, knowing that now it would be him fucking you and his cock filling you that would take you to a new climax.

“What’s the matter, baby? You want to touch it, don’t you?”

You met his eyes and nodded enthusiastically. He smiled and guided your hand to his cock, letting you stroke it.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly and breathlessly, closing his eyes. “Just like that, your hands are sooo soft, my pretty baby,” he babbled almost incoherently.

You felt his cock throbbing perfectly in your hand. You stroked it gently and patiently, remembering the smooth texture of his entire length. Chan bit his lip, holding back from whimpering at the sweet but ruthless way you were stimulating him.

He suddenly lifted your chin gently and made you look at him, taking your gaze away from his needy penis being stroked in your hand.

“What is your pretty mind thinking? Mmm, when you touch me like this?” Chan spoke sweetly, with genuine curiosity.

He saw how expertly you caressed him, your eyes shining with lust... your mouth expressing soft moans... but he wanted to know more, he wanted to make you talk dirty, it was so ridiculous and hot at the same time for him, saying obscenities could make him cum even faster than you thought.

You blushed instantly. What were you thinking? You were thinking so many things, your mind focused on the sensation of his manhood, on him enjoying himself, on your pussy reacting on its own every time you were with him... it was difficult to express.

Chan saw your intentions to speak, but you kept that shy and uncertain look that he knew so well.

“Come on, baby. Say it. Say it all for me, talk dirty to me...”

You almost gasped. You bit your lip and confessed with some embarrassment:

“I love your cock.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, feeling more and more aroused, as if that word coming out of your mouth sweetly pressed a button in him, turning him on even more, “is that so, baby girl?”

You began to get hornier, it was the seductive way Chan spoke to you and seeing him writhing gently with pleasure at your caresses. So you continued, with a little more confidence.

“Yes. It’s so big, Channie...” you hissed and increased the pace of your strokes, cupping his balls, and teasing his tip.

“Mmm,” he threw his head back, ecstatic. “Yeah? You love it when I stretch your little pussy and fuck you, don’t you? When I fuck you raw and fill you with my cum.”

Your pussy throbbed hard, reacting to his comment, your mind perfectly remembering the feeling of his cock filling you. The situation heated up so quickly, both of you were so aroused that you began to babble nonsense.

“Fuck, it’s so good, I wanna put it in my mouth.”

He giggled seductively. “What are you waiting for? Do it, get on your knees. I’m all yours.”

Your exposed pussy felt overwhelmingly aroused, used, and as soon as you got down on your knees, it was no different. You felt like you could squirt or drip at any moment, and that distressed you. The whole situation overwhelmed you; everything about you was so damn turned on. So you took his cock, licking every inch of it and sucking it, at your own pace and with your own technique, which Chan had guided you through very well beforehand.

His hands went to your hair, and he didn’t take his eyes off the image of your pretty face being fucked by his needy erection for a second.

You loved that Chan filled every possible part of you, you couldn't help it. You loved filling him with pleasure too and seeing his perfectly sculpted body from that angle while you sucked his cock, plus he tasted exquisite.

You teased and aroused him for hot but agonizing minutes, you were just starting to drool over his erect penis. Chan played with you, pushing your head and pressing you to take more of him, deeper, but when he saw you gasping for breath and struggling, he pulled you away from him. You looked at him with teary eyes and an undescribable desire to continue if he wanted to, but he only whispered to you.

“Come here, baby, now.”

Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. You were so excited about whatever he was going to do to you, and you squealed when he picked you up, putting your back against the door and making you wrap your legs around his body. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t expect his next comment.

“Beg for it, baby. Convince me and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your arms were around his neck and caressing his hair, you were so ready for him to fuck you; but you blinked in confusion. You blushed again, but you needed it so badly.

“Please, Chan, fuck me, please. I need to feel you,” you pouted.

He smiled. “Be more specific.”

“Please fill me with your cock, I need you.”

He bit his lip and moaned, those words sounding so wrong yet so lustful coming from your sweet lips.

“Mmm... why would I do that?”

You flinched and gasped at the unexpected sensation of a finger inside your pussy, sliding in and out of you.

“Come on, baby... what could be fucking you right now is my cock and not just a finger...”

Even just his finger worked wonders on you, it was only frustrating you more.

“Please, Channie. Because we both want it. I’m yours, please, fuck m-”

You were speechless and moaned raggedly instead. He couldn’t wait any longer either. He needed you. Chan buried his entire cock inside you, opening you up completely, leaving you so little time to get used to him when he was already moving inside you. He whimpered. Your pussy was so ready and prepared for him that he removed his finger and entered you with ease, but your tight walls weren’t expecting the thickness of his visitor so soon.

He fucked you there, intensely, unleashing all his energy on you, manipulating your body to his liking, stimulating and using your exposed breasts, sucking them, biting them, leaving marks that would fill him with pride every time he made you his.

“Who else is going to fill you up and fuck you like I do, huh? Say it!”

He increased the pace of his thrusts. You were both so close.

You whimpered, without even thinking about an answer. “No one, fuck, only you, Chan.”

“That’s right, my love. You understand me...”

He continued for a few more moments, until you hugged his body closer, your chest rubbing against his, his moans and gasps in your ear, and him controlling your body, moving it violently to the rhythm of his cock pounding your pussy and pleasing every part of you, until you climaxed in an intense orgasm, leaving you trembling and agitated.

You reveled in the scent of his perfume and felt his exhausted cock tremble inside you, followed by the warmth of his orgasm filling you. Chan moaned audibly, overwhelmed by the pleasurable experience. Immediately thinking how much he loved you, in every way, connecting in all his fantasies, being part of his sweetest dreams.

You searched for his face, his cute face looking at you sweetly despite just finishing such a dirty and hot act, and, blinded by your love for him, you kissed him on the tip of his nose, making him flush completely, in contrast to everything that had just happened...

“Should we go home now, sweetheart? I can’t wait to cuddle.”

the end.

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۶ৎ giving your boyfriend a gift that will help him in his long and lonely nights when you can’t be there for him. ⋆˚࿔ pairing: idol bf felix x fem reader

cw: mdni, smut, softdom felix, masturbation, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, sextape, sextoys, slight dirty talk, pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie.

wc: 7.3k

｡°❀ 🫧 into you by ariana grande ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧 good for you by selena gomez ｡°❀ 🫧pornstar by nessa barret ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

wen’s note: im delulu rn, I love my man :3 !! sorry (a freshly cooked fic—that hasn’t been in the drafts for monthssss, enjoy) + im backkk yassss:)

It’s your last day. The last day the two of you will be together, physically, for a long time. In a few hours, very early in the morning, you will take a flight back ‘home’ —if you can call home wherever Felix isn’t with you— and you will feel nothing but sadness and emptiness. You just know that days are approaching when a video call with him is what keeps you happy.

Your love life with Felix is facing another challenge: overcoming the distance between you. You don’t usually complain much about it, as you don’t want to be a burden to Felix, constantly complaining how much you miss him when he has to go far away, doing what he is most passionate about in the world, you know how much it means to him to be on stage, so you shut up all the whims you think because of the huge need to have him next to you all the time. So sadly, it’s just your last day on your quick visit, and, as much as you’d like to be there for him, going from city to city, country to country on his tour, you both have your respective lives. It was so painful just thinking about when the next time you will be able to see him.

So, you just decide to enjoy every moment together, trying not to think about the cruel reality that is approaching. Tonight, you are about to go out, taking advantage of the fact that it’s Felix’s short break and his concert is tomorrow. So you’re getting all dolled up, trying a soft and subtle makeup, pretty enough to take pictures with your boyfriend and calm your hair as best as you can, while choosing a cute, modest and inconspicuous outfit, since you’ll be wearing a cap anyway, because you have to go incognito all the time with Felix, plus Seungmin and Jeongin would join your date, just to have them as the perfect excuse if someone recognizes your super star boyfriend, so their eyes would go to the super star trio and not you and Felix only.

Night is just falling, painting the sky a beautiful color and reflecting in the huge window of the hotel room. Felix is face down on the bed, using his brand-new cellphone, relaxed and happy, waiting for you to finish getting ready so he can call his friends and go out to explore the city.

“Wow, baby, the quality is insane.”

You hear Felix say, happy and excited, followed by the sheets shifting, indicating that he has stood up. You come out of the bathroom, with a smile as you put on your earrings and see your boyfriend, standing in front of the large window filming the view with his cell phone.

“Really? Let me see, love” you reply, moving closer to him.

As soon as Felix hears your voice and senses your presence, he turns his body with a tender smile and records you approaching him. Felix seems to be happy with the gift of his new cell phone, which he made a whole advertising campaign for. He records you standing in front of him for a few seconds, and then turns his body with his device towards the cityscape behind the window. You crane your neck to see the screen, but you turn your attention away when you see how cute your boyfriend looks, his tender smile and his carefree no-makeup look perfectly highlighting the smoothness of his skin with his visible freckles. You said nothing more than a simple:

“I’m almost ready… just let me put on my setting spray and gloss. You can call Seungmin and Jeongin already if you want.”

Felix keeps recording, motioning his arm gently, he gives you a quick glance along with a smile as a sign that he heard you, and you walk to complete your look so you can stroll with your boyfriend, one night before you leave and not see him for a month.

“Oh, almost forgot!” Felix exclaims, he stops recording and puts the cell phone back in his pocket quickly; you turn to look at him, confused since he got your attention. “I’ll help you pack so you don’t come from the date doing it.”

“Oh, Felix, you don’t have to…” you comment sweetly, touched that he feels he has to help you with everything.

He doesn’t listen to you, and you watch him tenderly take from one of the bedroom chairs the Louis Vuitton travel bag in its classic, signature print that he gifted you, and places it on the bed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart. Go finish getting ready, I’ll help you with this real quick.”

You chuckle softly, and in less than two minutes, you’re completely ready. You approach your boyfriend, playfully and plop down on the bed, close to him and your bag, as you watch him tenderly folding your clothes that were lying on the bed and arrange them inside the bag.

“I’m ready” you say, with a sigh.

The truth is, you don’t want the day to go on as it means it’s getting less and less time before you have to go and leave him.

“I’m almost done, princess. You look beautiful, by the way” he replies, focused on your clothes.

You let him do it because you know he’s a bit stubborn, and then he’d go and complain to you that you need to get your act together. You watch him, nonchalant, in no hurry for him to finish, staying with him like this, even in the silence, feels so good, so right, and calm.

Felix can’t help but blush, though, realizing that this is the fifth set of lingerie he’s had to pack for a trip you’ve only been with him for three days. So he jokes a little with you about it.

“Mmm… you kind of packed a lot of lingerie, don’t you think, princess? I’ve seen more pretty panties than blouses of yours.”

Felix raises his gaze, watching you with a playful, suggestive look and a mischievous smile as he carefully folds one of your blue panties, a part of the full set. You smile broadly, you can’t help it, still feeling a smoldering embarrassment with mischief.

“I know. I’m sorry… I didn’t know which one was the best, so I brought several options.”

“Whatever you wear looks beautiful on you” he whispers softly, causing heat to your cheeks.

Felix takes another pair of cheeky panties and spreads them out, teasing you with a smirk.

“Can I keep one?” his eyebrow twitches, cheekily.

“Felix!” you laughed, your eyes widening in surprise and playfully snatching the garment from him to drop it into your purse, your cheeks burning hot, as if he hadn’t seen all of you before. “The boys are going to think they’re your panties... but it’s okay, you can keep them, you’re the one who buys them for me, anyway.” You tilt your head, “Do you want something sweet to remember me?” you joke, teasing him.

He laughs, licking his lips, staring at you as he instinctively bites his bottom lip. “Which one will you wear tonight for me, huh? You have plenty of options, doll…. You should have modeled all your options for me, I’d have loved to see that.”

His voice sounds rough, a confession somewhere between a joke and a tone of absolute truth. You know perfectly well how much he loves to dress you in pretty lingerie, tease you in it and then end up naked, or just fucking you with it on. Felix stops his action, waiting for a response from you, but with the intensity of his gaze, you were already short of breath. There is a feigned innocence in his sweet face that contrasts with that look and soft grin you know so well. He is trying to start something.

“I can do it tonight… but can you handle it?” you raise your eyebrows, subtly teasing him further.

Your intentions are not to start something sexual just now, you were just about to go out on the town… two of his best friends are waiting to be given the signal to go out the four of you… but the way he smiles, superficially running the tip of his tongue across his lips to then catch his muscle between his teeth, is giving you another kind of impression... A subtle, cheeky, kind of dirty impression.

He looks at you for a few seconds, doesn’t respond, and lowers his gaze back to your clean clothes, ready to pack, and that’s when you notice his true intention.

“Oh look at this one, it’s too pretty, why didn’t you wear it for me?”

Felix changes the subject, still using his flirtatious and suggestive tone. You watch his hands take from the small pile of clothes a tiny piece of clothing, a white thong so sheer it covered practically nothing and, he subtly shows it to you.

You feel warmth in your cheeks again. Somehow you find it slightly embarrassing when he shows it to you like this, so suddenly. But what’s slowly ruining it for you is knowing exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

“Although I confess… there’s not much to wear with this so small” he laughs, examining the garment.

You watch your boyfriend’s face, his gaze lingering on that garment you packed when you thought of him, when you thought of all the nights you couldn’t be together and how much you wanted to make up for all that time. The shame leaves your body as you notice how obviously excited Felix is now, you know him so well, despite him wearing an oversized shirt, you can notice so clearly the change in his breathing, the change in his gaze, his more serious expression.

He looks back at you, almost guilty that his thoughts have been discovered and you find his reaction adorable, quickly looking away from you and sighing subtly in halting breath as he puts the thong in your bag, pretending nothing happened.

You examine him. The silence speaks for itself, in a way it’s loaded with adorable tension, because you love him too much, because you know what he wants but you both don’t know how to say it… at least the first few seconds. You smile happily, thinking it’s cute that he’s most likely already hard from just imagining you in that little garment… and you find it ridiculous… because Felix had you right there, now, in front of him, willing and madly in love with him, if your boyfriend wants to fuck you right now, he can. Now, while he still can.

“Felix” you call his name softly.

Now you’re the one looking at him intently.

“Mhumm?” he hums softly, unable to look you in the eye.

It’s true. You know him so well. Felix is terribly and helplessly aroused. Just with the power of his thought, with your closeness, with the intoxicating smell of your perfume that drives him crazy… at the same time he is just as, if not more, sad than you as he tries to pretend that everything is fine, but he is going to miss you deeply. Not seeing you until further notice… until you both can match… is killing him alive.

“You want me to wear it… for you?”

“Wear what, my love?” he pretends not to know, but his erection grows each time in his pants.

He doesn’t know what he’s thinking clearly… maybe that he’ll just get over the feeling, that he’ll be fine and have you all to himself after your nice date. But who is he fooling, he is never casual about you, neither takes you lightly. You on the other hand, know exactly what state his body and mind is in… but you can’t confirm it due to the bag blocking your view of his bulge a bit.

“The… thong you said was pretty.”

You feel slightly embarrassed. You find the word thong immaturely amusing.

Felix dares to look at you, notices the seriousness of your face, your cheeks slightly pink naturally beyond the blush you’re wearing. So what if you both want it? He’s your boyfriend and can tell you anything with confidence. Still, he responds demurely:

“Yes, when we come from the date. You’ll look beautiful in it.”

Felix flashes a smile and remains determined to finish your travel bag. You find it nerve-wracking, for a few seconds, as you’re getting impatient… and slightly horny at the thought of tasting your boyfriend right now, right there.

“Are you okay?” you ask more curtly.

He nods, making a nonchalant grimace. You can’t believe it.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Your smile widens, more brazenly. You don’t know if he’s tentatively playing with you, faking that innocence so he can get closer to you.. either way, it’s already starting, you can feel it in the air, it’s undeniable, deep and tangible.

“Because I think you got so worked up from just imagining me in those panties… do you want me to wear them for you, right now, baby?” you drop, slowly and seductively.

A sultry voice and piercing gaze that made Felix shudder and swallow nervously. Felix’s breath shortens, and his world stops for a second, and the silence speaks for itself once again. No matter how many times he makes you his, each time it impresses him and sends his feelings into overdrive as if it’s the first time he’s going to touch you; he adores you with that intensity.

“C’mon, baby, you know you can take me right now if you want. I’m always ready for you” you almost beg.

The corners of his lips quiver at your confession, trying to contain a flirtatious, nervous smile of utter glee. This time, he’s really playing with you as he says more confidently, trying to keep his sanity.

“No, love… I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine.”

You raise your eyebrows, incredulous, inviting him to keep challenging you.

“Oh yeah? Then stop that and call Seungmin and Jeongin already to leave, now” you mention, more impatient, challenging him.

Felix runs his tongue along the inside of his cheeks, amused, finding it amusing the way you’ve figured him out, that you’ve won, that you know exactly his next move, it’s obvious he can’t do it, he has an uncontrollable erection caused by you. You take your garments from his hand, approaching him slowly and dangerously, finally pushing aside the bag, in effect revealing the noticeable bulge in his shorts.

You smirk nervously, watching his notorious erection and then directing your gaze until you fix it on his eyes, his nice, dark, big eyes, changing in seconds, from soft domination, to needing to be touched.

You move closer to him without standing completely, dragging your bottom across the bed until you are finally facing him, his vulnerable aroused body, his bulge in front of you, begging for your strokes and attention, causing in you the sweet throbbing of your sex, your body rushing rapidly, heart pounding, breath hitching and the sublime, dominating sight of your aroused boyfriend clouding your judgment, your judgment to keep your temper.

“Well… you’re indeed fine…” you look down at his bulge brazenly and return your submissive eyes to him, your mouth salivating loudly, “But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I don’t take care of my needy boyfriend?”

He gives you a half smile and strokes your hair with his right hand gently. You place your hands on either side of his thighs and bring your face close to his body, close enough to brush against his erection, teasing him, tensing him, raising your gaze to convey to him through your gaze all that you may be capable of right now. You maintain eye contact, your body squeezes his erection tighter, causing him to bite his lip hotly, holding in a moan… You are both being painfully patient with each other; it kills you in a way that is both ardent and pleasurable at the same time. His grip on your hair becomes more consistent, heavy, and intense. You let your chin rest on his abdomen and your hands seek to caress his thighs, finding the feel of his cell phone in his pockets. You’re so fucking turned on that anything slightly incoherent would come up in your mind.

You smile mischievously, in the way only Felix knows, in the way that brings out your deepest, hottest side that he knows as a map by heart. You pull away from him, grab his cell phone out of his pocket suddenly and wiggle it in your hand; your boyfriend looks at you in confusion. Felix knows you so well that, in his voice exquisitely thicker, and excited, than usual, he murmurs a soft,

“What’s on your mind, my pretty baby?”

He watches you from above, gently lowering his head to look at you because of your angle. You find him so fucking attractive, every faction of his face, of his agitated body trying to appear to be at ease, you suddenly needing him so badly that you could suck him off right there, suffice it to just pull down his shorts and underwear. But no, your heat was so intense that, with intense joy, your boyfriend’s new cell phone in hand, your core throbbing and your heart pounding with aggression, you said almost passionately:

“Is the quality that good?” Felix squints his eyes, inviting you to continue, still not fully understanding your idea, but extremely immersed and excited at whatever it is. “Why… don’t you put it to the test one more time…. By recording something so exclusive to you… Something to help you, Lix. Why don’t I give you something for when I’m not there for you? Who’s going to take care of you after all the euphoria you experienced on stage, huh? And you have to go back to your lonely, quiet hotel room...”

“Y/n…” he whispers, confused, breathless, almost in a soft moan, still letting himself be carried away by your words that sweetened and shivered every inch of him.

“Record me, Felix. Do it for the nights when we can’t be together.”

A sextape. The idea warms his virile, weak body wrapped in desire and love for you. Nudes… are a bit of a touchy subject, as you are somewhat paranoid, you live in fear that for some reason they might hack you, and Felix will be severely affected, you don’t even care if your nudes are exposed, it’s him you fear the most. So you’ve spent nights… long and lonely, when you’re away, living on phone sex, stimulating yourself only with his voice, remembering and imagining the feel of him, of the image of his body against yours.

Still, the idea worries Felix, that his reaction seems tender to you, because, despite being extremely horny and accepting at first without reneging, he had to make sure first, reflecting in his handsome face concern.

“A video? Princess, are you sure? Is that what you want?”

He knows how you approach a subject that the two of you have already touched on. But you nod deeply and submissively without taking your eyes off him.

“Just record me…. Lix, you don’t have to be on frame… It’s for when you get lonely and miss me.”

He sighs and seems to be slightly perplexed.

“Come on, Felix. Don’t you want to? Your body tells me otherwise...”

You begin to tease him, stroking his stiff cock over the thin fabric of his shorts. He moans, closes his eyes and nods. He needs you. Now.

“All right, princess. Let’s do this.”

Your face reflects soft victory. You leave his cell phone next to you on the bed and stand up abruptly, reaching into your purse for that little thong that caused this whole effect on both of you. Felix watches you, you are impatient, you act fast, so fast that you start undressing right in front of him. Felix blinks incredulously and in one swift movement, boldly and dirtyly grabs his phone, not wanting to miss a moment of what he is experiencing. His cock throbs hard, thinking in the future how painfully pleasurable it will be to masturbate to an obscene video of you, thinking of the dirty, exquisite fantasy that is this experience. He begins to videotape you, this time without shame, your clothes falling to the floor. Both sexes beg desperately to be touched and the silence of the room is so tense that you feel that your loud heartbeat can be heard, that was the disturbingly exciting thing about the hotel rooms you spend so much time in with Felix, the silence, the distinct sound of your heavy breathing.

Felix licks his lips, losing himself in the image of his phone capturing your body, then watching you. He sighs again, half-heartedly.

“Can I… at least talk?” he says. “If I’m not going to be fully part… if this ever comes out… can I say my voice is AI?”

You giggle. “Of course you can talk… this video is completely just for you.”

You look into the camera and then straight into your boyfriend’s eyes. Felix is disturbingly horny, impatient, but something in his expression expresses that he can resist, that he’s enjoying all of this more than anything.

You take off your blouse, the pants you were a little sick of because you couldn’t wear a skirt or a nice dress, since you were incognito. You stay in your underwear and appreciate the concentrated expression on Felix’s face.

“Baby, you’re beautiful. Let me capture absolutely everything I have to remember while I’m on tour…”

His voice is husky, needy. He directs his phone’s camera first to your face. Capturing every soft angle of your pretty face. You giggle somewhat nervously and shyly… and then, the show finally begins, Felix slowly lowers his cell phone, recording your breasts, your abdomen, your panties. He gasps again, feeling more and more excited and desperate, which as proof is the sensation of his guilty precum staining his underwear. You are everything to him.

He can’t help himself and with his free hand he begins to caress you delicately, to squeeze your waist, to caress your ass, to subtly turn you over to get the perfect shot of how very lovely and round it looks.

“I’m going to wear… the panties you want” you whisper.

Felix stops touching you, and you quickly pull off your panties, making him audibly sigh. Your breasts look better in person than the quality of his cell phone; still, on both sides, he loves them. You pull down your panties carefully, slowly, and seductively, feeling your temperature rise, you are incredibly aroused, and at this point, you regret a little bit to propose between you a game of seduction, patience, and provocation.

Your boyfriend keeps biting his lips hard, feeling the great need to gasp every time you tease him more and more. He shamelessly records your panties going down your legs, of the thin fabric slowly clearing from your vaginal lips and finally, the soft and cute shot of your mons pubis, slowly zooming out to get the great shot of your naked body, for him and him alone.

“Fuck, baby… I don’t know if I can resist anymore. Let’s do a porno at this point” Felix teases, each word lower than the other, clearly altered in desire.

You chuckle. “You’re cute.”

You continue with your thing, with the original plan to tease your boyfriend and drive him to madness, but this is proving extremely difficult for you too; you need him badly too. Still, you slowly put on yourself the tiny little garment that Felix fantasized about from the second he saw it.

He is breathless. You moan softly, the new underwear starts to tease your pussy and cling hotly to your ass. The tiny thong fits you even better than he would have imagined, the sheer fabric barely even covers your pubic area, the triangle figure is so small… it’s such a damn provocative and useless garment.

“You like it?” you question, proudly.

“I love it” he confesses with a piercing gaze into yours. “Now… lie down, darling… show me how wet you are for me. What are you going to do, my naughty little girl?”

You bite your lip. Felix’s gentle dominance drives you uncontrollably crazy. He apparently adapted quickly to the purpose of your idea. You obey him at once, lying your body comfortably on the bed. He follows your movements, crawling onto the bed next to you on his knees.

“I’m… I’m going to touch myself for you.”

You are helplessly aroused, lying back on the bed. You fondle your breasts, flex your knees and finally spread your legs, letting out a soft moan on the spot. Felix records your soft breasts, your hands playing nervously with them and moves down to your juicy lips, your labia glossy, lightly stimulated, your throbbing sex exposed.

“Fuck” Felix grunts, aggressively stroking his cock, adjusting himself a little. “Oh yeah? What do you think about when you touch yourself like that, princess?”

His rough voice turns you on even more, and his lustful gaze almost makes you tremble. Your fingers slowly slide down your skin until they reach your pussy. Felix begins to be possessed by his role: recording every single detail of your dripping pussy, every tremor of your body, he is fascinated.

You play with your clit, your middle finger tracing the thin fabric of your panties, you wiggle your pelvis and moan softly. You’re so horny, so surrendered, you’re completely his.

“Tell me, tell me, how does it feel, oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet, all that pretty pussy for me... do your fingers feel as good as mine?” Felix continues, his phone capturing every moment of your docile, weak but energetically aroused reclining body.

You begin to tremble with pleasure, with nervousness, and it’s even difficult to speak.

“Mmmm, it feels so good... but not as good as you...” you pant, circling your clit, gently moving your legs.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to miss me, baby? How much, huh? How much are you going to miss me, sweetheart?”

You nod. Your fingers begin to slide down your folds, losing themselves in their warmth and wetness. There is something so obscene about the way your sweet boyfriend mercilessly records you, his impatience and constant licking of his lips, wanting you. His stiff member is slowly bothering him.

“A lot, Felix, a lot... I'm gonna miss you a lot...”

“Is this how you touch yourself when I’m not with you, baby? Show me how you do it, you can’t stop thinking about me?”

You shake your head. You find it funny, the way you suggested the idea, how you started teasing him, but now he’s the one pushing you to the limit. You tease yourself more, touching your weak spots that you know make you tremble, but the sensations are a thousand times better and more intense when your boyfriend does it. You tempt your entrance, arching your pelvis, wanting to insert your fingers inside you. Felix is breathing heavily, and you’re almost certain that his need can be heard even through his cell phone.

Finally, you slip your hand inside the small piece of fabric covering your pussy and while you play with your breasts, your nipples erect from the touch of your other hand, with the other you caress with painful patience the skin of your pubis, your clit, your juicy labia, all of which is killing you.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby. Stick two fingers inside you... touch yourself for me, do it, imagine it’s me filling you up...”

You obey instantly and whimper, letting out a sigh as you feel your fingers slide easily into your entrance. You feel your tightness, the length of your fingers teasing you but not filling you completely the way Felix’s cock does.

You gasp, slowly thrusting to increase your rhythm, moving your hips, desperately caressing your clit with your other hand. Felix notices and speaks again, his voice so dark that he sounds like a damn villain about to destroy you, yet there is a certain playfulness in his tone:

“Look at you acting like this, so desperate, baby... you’re not being gentle with yourself at all. Is this how you want me to fuck you? Do you imagine me fucking you hard?”

Felix refrains from touching you. His hands begin to tremble, he has a voracious hunger for you that he has never felt before, his cock begins to come to life, throbbing to the rhythm of your violent thrusts with your fingers in your stimulated entrance.

“F-Felix...” you whimper, dragging out your words, biting your lip and looking him straight in the eyes the whole time.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, you gasp in desperation and... he seems to be there, sadistically enjoying the show. At this point, Felix himself is surprised at his resistance, at not cumming right there just by looking at you, but one thing is certain, his genitals are so fucking sensitive from not being stimulated at all, and he was going to take that out on you in due course... in the meantime:

“Use your words, baby, tell me anything. Remember that this video is for when I’m alone, missing you.”

“Fuck, Felix. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, please be here with me. Mmm...”

“You’re going to miss my cock, aren’t you, you little cunt? If only you could see yourself now, so needy, making a mess on the fucking hotel bed, you’re a very, very bad girl, princess.”

His accent becomes thicker and more defined, his desperation speaks for itself as he begins to sound aggressive with you, no longer soft, no more purring and sizzling teasing tone. He is being demanding with you now.

You wanted to ask him to touch you. Your fingers are quick, your caresses soft, but nothing like him, you’re so close and yet so far away. You have him there, watching you masturbate, his big bulge throbbing, his pupils dilating with fantasy. You were so needy that you even begged him in a gasp,

“Felix, please, touch me.”

He clicks his tongue, amused to see your body writhing in pleasure. He’s enjoying it to the fullest.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I can’t be in the shot, don’t you remember? Just touch yourself for me, give your best show for when your boyfriend needs it most. Damn, you have no idea how much you turn me on, I’m going to jerk off so hard to this, baby” he groans.

“Do it, now, touch yourself,” you beg.

He smiles, showing his teeth, “You want to see my cock that badly, don’t you, hunny? You’re just a fucking little slut, you better cum on your fingers or I swear to God I’ll leave you like that. All fucking needy and horny for me. You started it, now you finish it.”

Your vision starts to blur, your pussy starts to sound obscenely wet, you bury your fingers deeper, but it’s not enough, it’s not him. It’s a real torture to have him in front of you and not be able to touch him.

“Then talk to me, talk to me more.”

He laughs. “Ha. I almost forgot how naughty you are, love. Of course, you have a thing for my voice.” He turns his phone away from you and leans dangerously close to your ear, his body hovering over yours, his soft shirt brushing against your bare chest, and whispers, his voice so seductively deep that it makes you tremble, “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Do you think you’ll cum faster if I talk dirty to you?”

You both maintain intense, penetrating eye contact. You’re so close, feeling this needy puts you in a state of mind where you want to surrender, where you want to cum; you wonder if you do... what can Felix give you, does he really plan on keeping his hard erection the whole time?

He pulls away from you.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close, aren’t you? God, you don’t know how many times I fantasized about you touching yourself all those nights we had phone sex. Are you really this horny and slutty? Every time I tell you all the things I want to do to you... how I want to touch you and make you feel...”

Felix lets out an arrogant chuckle and gently caresses your clit. You react, sighing and tensing your body. You’re so sensitive, as if he’s pressed a button inside you.

“Do you want me to touch you, princess? Tell me what you want...”

You sigh and go back to working on your pussy with soft, delicate, slow movements... suddenly you feel a little embarrassed, being so sensitive to him. You swallow, and your throat is so dry and empty.

“Felix, I need you, please. You can touch me... Did you get a good video, already? Please, come here and make me cum.”

“Do you need me that much? I’m the only one who knows how to take good care of your little pussy. But I told you I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” he orders you harshly.

He raises his eyebrows mischievously, an idea popping into his head. You sigh, resigned to the fact that you’ll have to bring yourself to orgasm on your own, so that maybe he’ll touch you afterwards and take out his burning energy on you. But you watch as Felix leans over the nightstand next to the bed, opens the drawer, and pulls out the new vibrator he bought you, compact and very useful. Felix loves to make things hotter in bed, to have you wear lingerie, to use toys, everything to give you endless, long, intense pleasure.

“You wanna cum faster, baby girl?” he shows you the vibrator. “I bet you use it imagining that it’s me making you feel good when I’m not around.”

You don’t even have time to process it or respond when he turns on the toy and presses it hard against your already stimulated clit, having the obscene take of his hand using the sex toy on your used pussy. You whimper and instinctively close your legs, but he acts quickly, grabbing your knees to prevent you from doing so.

“Ah, ah,” he warns you, “Hold the vibrator and play with your pussy, baby.”

You look him in the eyes. Your makeup is a little smudged, your gaze pleads for mercy, it’s bright, and your eyes look slightly larger. You’re suffering, you’re enjoying it, and Felix is going crazy.

You take the toy and let it vibrate violently against your clit. The vibrations are exquisite, encompassing your entire wet vulva. You moan in pleasure, feeling so close. Felix quickly and tentatively runs two of his fingers over your pussy, dipping his fingers shallowly into your entrance, a reaction that makes you whimper even louder. He is mesmerized, consumed by flames, so damn spellbound by you and his immense need to have you that he attractively brings those two fingers to his mouth, licking them deliciously, tasting you a little. He moans and enjoys it, as if you were something so delicious. That action alone increases your horniness level.

“You always taste so fucking sweet. Just like that, baby, just like that,” he coos, “You’re doing so well, my good girl.”

You’re enjoying it, despite feeling his great absence, you let yourself go, you think you can reach an intense orgasm soon, after pushing yourself to the limit and overstimulating yourself... when suddenly you let out a big sigh as you see your boyfriend pull down his shorts and underwear, Felix’s cock pops out, wriggling, fully erect, so perfectly stimulated that its tip is bright pink. He whimpers and begins to rub his hard shaft. That’s when you prolong your orgasm a little longer, because every part of you needs him.

Your gaze is lost on his cock, on the roughness of his freshly shaved pubic area, small, faintly pigmented freckles visible on his skin that you already know by heart, on the softness of the skin of his cock, that vein that drives you crazy running along its length, his medium-sized hand moving up and down on it, masturbating gently.

“Hey, eyes on me, you little slut,” he orders you, bringing you out of your trance and back to maintaining eye contact with him. “I know you want my cock, angel. Beg for it and you may get it. But now, c’mon, put the vibrator inside you... let me see you scream,” a mischievous and wicked smile appears on his tender and attractive face, which is anything but tender right now, he’s eager.

You bite your lip and obey your boyfriend’s command, almost collapsing from the sensation of the intense vibrations inside you. You want to beg for him. His phone camera zooms in depravedly on your vulnerable area, and Felix closes his eyes as his hand fills him with pleasure.

“Lix, please—”

“Now turn around,” he interrupts you and orders in an eerily harsh voice, “Let me see your pretty ass while your pussy takes the vibrator, my sweet good girl.”

It’s the little phrases and his voice that bring your orgasm forward and make you want to collapse. You obey him again, moving your body completely and lifting your ass gently for the camera and for your boyfriend. Your hand doesn’t stop holding the vibrator, and in a desperate attempt, you start pushing it in and out of your pussy.

Felix pants heavily. He has the perfect view of your round ass and juicy, stimulated pussy. At this point, you were both a mess; the thin fabric of your thong was soaked, your labia majora practically stained with your juices. Felix gives you a gentle spanking that makes you sigh.

“You take the vibrator so fucking well, princess. I want to ruin that fucking useless piece of thong you’re wearing.”

And then, you feel him, his cock teasing you, taking the string of your thong to pull it tight and rub his stimulated cock between your ass cheeks and into your ass. It’s a bit narcissistic, the way he loves how his cock looks on camera, rubbing against your ass and his balls subtly grazing your center.

You can’t resist any longer, you whimper and start begging for him.

“Please, please, Felix, fuck me.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he teases, rubbing against you.

But you can’t hold it anymore, you want to beg him harder, but your orgasm is close. You roll your eyes back slightly, Felix can tell you’re close to climaxing, so he pulls his cock out of you skin and lets you pant intensely, screaming his name:

“Fe-fe-felix, Lix, I-”

You collapse breathless and orgasm intensely, tensing every muscle.

He is more than happy, his ego swells, and he quickly takes the vibrator from your now weak grip. Your limbs are fragile, trembling. He turns off the toy and leaves it far from your agitated body, in a state of absolute use, wet. Felix grabs you by the waist with both hands, and you realize that the show is over. He finishes recording and puts his cell phone aside. He turns you back over, laying you down with your legs spread.

“Good girl.”

Felix has an adorable smile on his face, and as soon as you are recovering, speechless and still slightly collapsing from your orgasm, he leans down and begins to eat your pussy, savoring your climax. You moan, impressed that this is his next move. His long hair tickles your thighs. His licks are slow, his tongue thick and hot, flicking his tongue along your labia and entire vulva, he is savoring everything, gently sucking your clit. Building excitement in you quickly.

He starts using his fingers too and works on your pussy, worshiping you. He does this for a few long moments, long enough to have you panting again. He thrusts two fingers inside you and begins to penetrate you with them. You couldn’t believe it.

Felix pulls away from you, just when he feels you are needy enough again, still thrusting his fingers inside you and releasing you arrogantly, his full, shiny lips of you.

“We’re not done yet, beautiful. Not until I fill your pretty pussy with all of me.”

Finally, you watch his fingers move away from your cunt, he takes off his shirt in one swift movement and adjusts his body over you, teasing you with his wet tip between your folds, rubbing his erection over your mons pubis and under the fabric of your panties, so he can pull aside the thin thread that was stimulating your entrance and thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, then quickly and abruptly all the way in with a single thrust. You gasp loudly, clutching the sheets tightly; it was what you had been longing for.

Felix approaches you, making the act intimately dirty, it’s a mess, you’re so wet, and you both need each other so desperately that he starts to whimper as he moves inside you. Your legs seek to wrap around his body, and your hands finally touch your boyfriend. His thrusts are deep, desperate, filling you completely, moving inside you perfectly in a delicious rhythm, fucking you with impatient need. You both sigh, babbling each other’s names into the air.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, pounding into you. “I’m going to miss this so much,” he confesses between gasps.

You dig your nails into his back, begin to arch your back, you love this so much. You love being under his body, being nothing and everything at the same time, fading into him. Felix presses his forehead against yours and stares at you for a few seconds before taking your lips, desperately sweet, fierce, passionate, a long-lasting, wet kiss full of secrets that only the two of you know. You separate for lack of air... you are so focused on the sensation of your pussy being attended to, enjoying his body rubbing against your vulva, him filling your insides and the friction of his hard cock sliding inside you, that you are completely surprised when he pulls away a little and takes his penis out of you. The beautiful moment and the magic are over for a second.

“Turn around again, love. I’m going to fuck you hard now.”

He orders and grabs your waist desperately. He turns your body around, grabbing your ass and making you arch your back; you see him pick up his phone again and whisper, “Fuck it.”

Felix places his cell phone horizontally on a pillow, leaning back against the headboard. You notice that he is recording from the frontal camera and your face is completely visible, along with his bare chest, but his face isn’t in the frame. Your heart races. It’s terribly obscene, you love it.

“I want to remember your beautiful face while I fuck you hard.”

Felix sentences and, without further ado, slides his cock into you brutally, making you let out a muffled scream. You feel it deep inside you, throbbing, penetrating you with force. He grabs your waist tightly and starts thrusting into you intensely, sliding his cock into you, piercing and wrecking you completely. The room fills with your moans and his grunts, with both of your skins colliding intensely. You cling to the sheets again, being fucked helplessly. Felix feels you close, as close as he is.

“I want to remember your face when you come for me, please. Smile for the camera, baby.”

You look at your reflection on his cell phone screen. You’re whimpering, slightly disheveled, your makeup smudged, completely cock-drunk. You wonder if you’re disturbing your neighbor’s peace. You’re so close, your eyes almost teary, your walls squeezing Felix’s cock perfectly, enough to make him reach orgasm with intensity, making him scream. You feel his cock tremble inside you and semen fill you completely, your guilty pleasure, you love when Felix creams you. Felix continues with messy thrusts, collapsing on top of you faintly, and that’s when you climax too, your heart beating intensely, your body agitated and trembling.

“I love you, dear,” he confesses, breathless, collapsing beside you.

You look at him with a smile, feeling the absence of his warm cock inside you, but you understand that it must be too sensitive. You look at him with loving eyes, about to answer him, when you hear someone knocking on your door. It’s Seungmin.

“Heeeey, guys. Are you there? Did you fall asleep?”

Felix and you smile at each other in complicity, with heavy breathing.

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the project

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: Just when you were a little upset about being assigned to a partner on an important project because you felt he was not very competent, you gradually discovered how much he can help you, more than you could have imagined.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, clitplay, marking, pet names, slight praise and corruption kink, multiple orgasms, slow burn maybe

word count: 7.7k

request ⭑.ᐟ (sorry if it took so long babesss ly)

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miniplaylist: earn it by the weeknd / motive by ariana grande / fetish by selena gomez

notes: reader wears glasses

“Alright, before you go, I posted in the announcements who you will be doing the project with, please check well who you were assigned with” sentenced the teacher, taking his stuff.

You sighed, you had completely forgotten to check your notification tray for any notice from the app assigned by your professors for your subjects. You quickly grabbed your cell phone, unlocking it to look for your name next to another of your classmates to work together, you wanted to check it now so you wouldn't let go of whoever you were assigned to on a project of high importance to you.

And there it was. Bang Chan. You didn’t have any expression, you didn’t know him very well, but his face sure was quite familiar to everyone. You looked up in search of your partner, reflexively adjusting your glasses, and looked around the room until you found the guy, who was also sitting there checking his cell phone, and looked up to look for you, exchanging glances.

Chan was quite popular, charming, he was attractive and athletic but he also had a taste for complicated subjects, after all he was in a career where merely numbers and physics were required. And your project was something you were not going to take lightly, besides you had a short time period, it was just Thursday and the professor wanted the most perfect project on Monday and, you knew he was secretly hoping for something extraordinary as you were the best in his class.

You saw Chan approach you, and you couldn’t help but judge him at first sight, he was popular, he was part of a fraternity, and he had a reputation among women; deep inside you felt that he was not the perfect candidate to pair in an academic project but you tried to relax and not stress too much, it would only be a quantum model of which you already had your objective and ideas of what to do, the problem was a bit of paperwork where you had to explain in detail perfectly every part of the model, followed by a few long equations that made your head hurt just thinking about them.

You couldn’t help it, school and your major were never something you joked about, you were there to study and excel if at all possible, you loved to retain information and be complimented on your hard work, and you were always an overachiever from day one.

Finally, after years of sharing the same major, for the first time you observed Bang Chan up close and in detail. You looked up as he was standing and you were sitting. He really was handsome and you recognized him instantly, he had a face in perfect harmony with the rest of his muscular body, he was wearing all black, black combat boots, black jeans slightly tight on his thick athletic thighs and a plain black cloth shirt, highlighting more his tanned ivory skin. You suddenly felt nervous, after all you weren’t a robot and you were still a young woman, stressed out and a college student spending more time on campus than anywhere else; so your brain instantly processed that he was one of the most handsome and popular men on campus, near you, paying attention to you.

“Y/n, you’re my partner, for the project,” he said, with a tender smile revealing unusual dimples beside his smile.

You nodded being a little surprised that he knew who you were instantly, also thinking that you had never heard his voice before, the class wasn’t that interactive anyway, in fact almost none of them were, so you rarely heard him speak in the four classes you shared. You didn’t know what exactly you felt inside you… but you liked it, you were starting to recognize Chan’s hype, from what commonly many other girls thought, yes he was attractive and he took advanced physics classes with that face? It seemed unreal.

You suddenly thought that to take advanced physics classes was for a reason, it seemed criminal to have that face, body and reputation but in the mornings to take hard subjects.

“Mmhum” you hummed coming out of your trance, concentrating on the main thing, the project, “I have an idea of what to do, I can divide what materials we would occupy, to work together and do it, if you want to discuss what it is, we can go outside and talk…”

“Okay, let’s go but I’m sure I’ll agree with you” he suddenly interrupted you, leaving you with the words unfinished in your mouth and this one slightly open.

You nodded again and stood up abruptly, finally walking out of the room.

Chan saw you with tenderness, the truth was that for a long time you had caught his attention and he had his eye on you. Since last semester, in one of your final projects before leaving for summer vacation, since then Chan has not stopped thinking about you, since you spoke so clearly and confidently, like a little know-it-all, you were like a challenge for him, something so unreachable and difficult to achieve; since then he did not associate with more women and lived his day to day with the satisfaction of seeing you far away from the classroom. It seemed like he wasn’t, but he really got shy when it came to you, as he had you on a pedestal where you were a beautiful girl, intelligent, worried about her grades and made proper use of the university campus, genuinely studying. Chan had this innocent crush on you —at the beginning—, you had a nerdy, innocent and docile appearance and your voice was so unique, from one day to the next you drove him crazy and, when he found out that by fate you would work on a project and that there was a perfect excuse to get close to you, his heart wanted to burst out of his chest and he almost went running to give head to his professor for choosing such a perfect match, finally, after months of just seeing you.

Chan sighed, following you and listening attentively to you speak, completely fascinated in you and finding it difficult to retain the information you were telling him about something extremely important and which you spoke passionately about, all his mind could see was you, moving your lips, while the wind moved your hair gracefully, for him you were just saying blah blah, Chan; he only retained information when you pronounced his name. Chan licked his lips, absorbed in your eyes and then your lips, leaning towards you, causing you a little nervousness. Chan frowned softly, his hands clasped behind his back, nodding, pretending to be listening to you. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time, the excitement and innocence of liking and being interested in someone; before you, he lived from one-night stands and on the edge, trying every girl, until he was satisfied, but you, there really was genuine interest.

“Ammh, can you text me everything anyway to my number?” he said, absolutely lost on the topic as he focused on your sudden closeness.

You nodded with a smile that made him melt, he liked you way too much and immediately handed you his cell phone so you could take down your number.

“Mm, how about if we start working on this from tomorrow? I think it will take some time and if we do it sooner is better” you commented, to which Chan nodded frantically at your slightest request.

Then he thought, he had to tutor students in grades below him, go to the gym and then he had a birthday party for one of his dorm mates; but he couldn’t say no to you, he could cancel everything if possible to spend the whole day with you, plus of course, the project was important.

You bit the inside of your cheek somewhat nervously, feeling kind of silly that the only times you invite a cute guy to meet and see each other is only for college work.

“How about tomorrow at 5?” you said again.

Chan felt so fulfilled, it wasn’t a date but he would finally see you outside the classroom, close up.

“Sure! There’s a coffee shop around here two blocks from campus, let’s go tomorrow to work on the project and if you want to eat I’m buying, it doesn’t matter” he smiled at you.

Now you were the one who was somehow captivated by his smile.

“Yes…”

“I’ll send you the address to meet us there.”

Chan was more than excited to at least spend more time with you.

[…]

You were particularly nervous for some reason, since yesterday you kept thinking that genuinely Chan looked like a nice guy, he was kind, attentively answered your messages and easily understood every single thing you told him about the topic for the assignment. Plus he was quite attractive. And your friends started to bother you a little bit too, making you rethink the whole situation…

In your time in college you only concentrated on your classes, you did have the occasional crush on the occasional guy, but no one worth your valuable time. So you got over it right away and went on with your quiet —and stressful— college life, however… that had led you to be completely inexperienced. The issue never bothered you, until you were about to meet another attractive man whom you had a concept that he was absolutely the opposite of you, partying, sociable and charismatic.

But once you arrived and found him there, you realized the similarities you shared, after all you were both studying the same major. You got to know him a little, relaxing the atmosphere, you learned that he had studied to please his father but that somehow he was great at mathematics which softened his studies. That he tutored and that he played a lot of sports. He really seemed nice and his eyes sparkled when he talked to you, an inexplicable fact for you, a reality that he was talking to his crush, for Chan.

And then it was time to meet you. You didn’t quite know what to say, more that your major choice was a matter of enjoyment and you were happy studying what you had been chosen to study. You felt slightly silly since there wasn’t much to say, or at least you thought so at the time.

Then between the pleasant conversation and a cup of coffee for you, and three for Chan, you continued working on the written work, both concentrated and absorbed that the time passed so fast for you, giving you 10 o'clock at night, just the closing time of the coffee shop.

You both picked up your things in sorrow, you had made enough progress, but there was still quite a bit left to do and that made you uneasy somehow, you couldn’t help it, you were going to be quiet until it was finished or almost done, so you suddenly blurted out:

“You live in a frat, right?”

“Mmhu, yes” Chan replied somewhat embarrassed.

He suddenly felt pathetic to be part of such an outdated tradition system.

You sighed, you both carried all the stuff to make the model and had to assemble it as soon as possible. Once again the cool autumn wind hit your bodies.

“We can go to my apartment to… continue” you added, looking him in the eyes and avoiding using the word finish so Chan wouldn’t be forced and feel it tedious.

Chan nodded softly when in reality he was more than excited to meet your place. The two of you took an app ride to your building just a few minutes away from campus.

You weren’t a big fan of college dorms and you weren't interested in joining a sorority either, so a quiet apartment in a neighborhood in the middle of the busy city was more than enough for you.

Chan didn’t think he was able to contain his excitement, watching you fondly in the night light as you made your way to your apartment; until finally arriving where he naturally asked you:

“And do you have roomates?”

He found it a bit impressive that you live a bit far from campus in a decent building on your own.

“Umhm, at the moment I don’t have any but I’m looking and I have candidates.”

Chan nodded in understanding and inwardly thinking that it would be more than a treat to be able to see your apartment. You really were looking for a roommate, living alone and being a college student paying for everything could be stressful.

“You can leave things on the table” you said, also leaving your laptop there.

He listened to you and slyly looked around the place. It was a nice place, with just enough room for you and someone else, with a big window reflecting the lights from the building across the street. You a little, not uncomfortable, but strange to have a man in your apartment looked so out of the ordinary, if you were even sharing time with another man was something abnormal, let alone a handsome and popular guy like Chan was.

“Well…” you spoke, somewhat nervously, lifting your glasses to rest the bridge of your nose for a second, rubbing it gently, suddenly you looked into the kitchen and were embarrassed to realize you hadn’t eaten and he would probably be hungry, “God, I never asked, do you want some dinner? I tend to forget about food when I’m under some pressure.”

Chan looked at you tenderly at first as you spoke, then his expression changed to one of concern.

“Are you skipping meals? Are you stressed now?”

His sudden answers surprised you.

“Oh, no, it’s just that… I usually work and do homework continuously that it’s very common that from time to time, I don’t eat, but if you want to do it we can order something, it’s kind of late” you answered somewhat nervously, the tiredness and Chan’s attractive image in your apartment were starting to be a certain kind of effect.

“Alright. Let’s order something” he smiled, Chan wasn’t that hungry but hearing that you used to skip meals he wanted you to be fed well instantly, besides if you were going to finish the project, he wanted to have all the energy he needed.

You smiled nervously and soon after you started your activity, you typed fast in your essay, Chan was in charge of assembling the model without difficulty. Then dinner arrived, both of you were already tired, your only time to stop was in the small talk in the coffee shop and when you headed to your place.

“Can you pick up dinner? I’ll go change” you blurted out suddenly, in a deep tone of voice as you were tired, a little more relaxed with Chan.

He saw you, he was surprised, since you had not spoken to each other for minutes since you were both concentrated in what you were doing —unlike him who also paid attention to you from once in a while—, your tone of voice seemed to him suddenly and somehow, something so captivating and seductive that he kept watching you, who you, without taking any notice of Chan standing in front of you on the other side of the table, took off the oversized cardigan you were wearing, somewhat exhausted in search of something more comfortable to be in your own apartment, leaving you only with the thin white tank top you were wearing underneath that garment.

Chan couldn’t believe it, he was transfixed and completely hypnotized by your action, absorbed seeing every detail, slightly exposing your chest through the circular neckline of the blouse, your shoulders, your arms and your figure tightly wrapped in the fabric. Chan swallowed nervously clenching his fist, he felt so pathetic going crazy just because you showed so little of your skin. His eyes traveled quickly all over your body, not wanting to miss any detail.

You noticed it, you felt his gaze on you and saw him confused, you felt so watched and analyzed, you could only say:

“I’ll go to… put on something more comfortable.”

Chan reacted instantly, letting out a nervous chuckle and nodding, turning to pick up the food left at your door. You didn’t know exactly how to feel, his gaze was so new to you, you had never felt such expressive eyes glued to you from another boy…. or probably they used to look at you like that, but you never paid attention to them, but with Chan, it was inevitable not to pay attention to him, he was with you, alone, in such a nice night; your mind was spinning, thinking about the infinity of things that usually means when two young people are alone and attracted to each other but, did you really like Chan or were you already losing your mind because of tiredness and stress, you didn’t know well, you were ridiculously inexperienced that your concept of attraction was maybe based on movies or experiences told by your friends.

Still you decided to ignore the thoughts and wanted to get comfortable at home, you had been wearing jeans for hours and you were dying to take them off, you would take off your bra if you could but you didn’t feel confident enough, so you left that tank top on and put on the comfortable shorts, your body was starting to heat up and you knew exactly why, but you didn’t want to accept it. You returned, finding Chan preparing food on the small nightstand between your living room, greeting you with a smile and gently asking you if it was okay to eat there to which you nodded.

Once again, Chan ran his gaze over your body, he had never seen you like this before, the sudden exposure of your body drove him crazy and made him feel sick, nor did he want to feel this way as it seemed unhinged and depraved, but he couldn’t help it, there was no turning back. At first it was a cute crush on you, then it involved a couple of desires and dirty thoughts that wouldn’t leave his mind. Chan, like any interested guy, casually asked among his friends if they knew you to which none of them knew how to answer, only a guy a year older than him, who was also in the same faculty, saying that you were very pretty but that there was no record of you dating on or off campus, that you were so reserved and that he wouldn’t be surprised that you were probably just studying, in the end he revealed that he had confessed to you and you had rejected him without giving him any reason. Chan’s silly and immature friends joked that you might still retain your innocence and that girls with a certain nerdy appearance used to be somewhat transcendental in sex, that they were shy and innocent at first but once you give them your trust to give them pleasure they were…

Chan refused those thoughts outright, dismissed them as misogynistic and was upset for days. He did get to see your innocence but it wasn’t something he fantasized about sexually, in fact, he never fantasized sexually about you, until that comment fucked with his head.

Because it was true, your private life was so private, you were not known to have had or dated anyone on campus and he found you so fucking interesting suddenly overnight, two intentions merged, Chan could desire you so purely by holding your hand and filling you with kisses, at the same time he could desire from you to fill you with his cum and fuck you to exhaustion. At the moment he was balancing the situation so well, he was doing so well that he had learned to stay away so long, as he didn’t know how to handle it, until now when the opportunity to be with you presented itself.

Chan was thinking about the fact that he hadn’t fucked a virgin woman since high school, when he lost his virginity to his first girlfriend too… but you had him all messed up and he could promise to be just as sweet to you if you give him the chance.

He cleared his throat and tried to come out of his trance, but when you approached him it was his dream and doom, looking to him so beautifully carefree in your shorts and tank top; still Chan did his best to behave himself and not want to ruin what he felt was just beginning.

You both started to eat sitting on the floor, close to each other, at first a little awkward, but quickly Chan knew how to soften the atmosphere, saying the right words and bringing up conversation topic after conversation topic, just to take your thoughts away a little, otherwise an incredible tension would have formed, as you were already starting to look at him closely and by the end of the night, you finally recognized how much you could get to like him, he was funny, handsome and you shared the same interests academically, you thought he could even be almost perfect. When you finished and cleaned up a bit, Chan watched you, so determined towards the project, going quickly towards it, ready to finish it, the truth was that you didn’t know exactly how to react, what would be the next move and you just got distracted escaping towards the project. He, somewhat frustrated, continued with you, just to keep breathing your sweet scent and to see your body in your comfortable home clothes.

Half an hour later, the meal instead of lifting Chan’s spirits did quite the opposite, relaxing him and making him tired and sleepy, plus the continuous hard work was beginning to stress him, but being with you rewarded him for everything except the tiredness in him, unfortunately. Chan watched you carefully, working non-stop, talking to him about the project with your deep and slightly tired tone of voice that seemed to Chan so seductive, he was beginning to lose himself, he was between drowsiness and desire, looking boldly at you, without thinking straight, he was about to hush you, take you and put you on his lap so you could both rest and, if possible, he would take you to bed, telling you how hard you work and that you should rest, that college matters, but not as much as yourself.

You once again noticed his heavy gaze on you, you saw how it was so likely that this time he was not paying attention to what you were saying, how he licked his lips and you became more nervous, more than the previous times, there was something so heavy in his presence that you had never felt before, you did not complain but you felt that at any moment it could get out of control… you thought if this was the sexual tension that you had only heard about.

Chan carved his eyes tiredly, he didn’t know how to stop you or tell you no, but your voice was stimulating him more and more, in a way to put him to bed and not exactly to sleep. Chan could only think of how suddenly he wanted to almost kiss you to shut you up and make you feel good.

You had already noticed his behavior, at times he looked tired, at times he looked at you in a way that made your hair stand on end.

Finally, he called your name, so serious, with a tone of voice that surprised you, made you stop talking about equations for a moment and look him straight in the eye. His gaze was dark and penetrating, you had never been seen like that before. You were both sitting next to each other, working close, so Chan leaned towards you, so ready to say what he felt from the start, he didn’t know exactly what he would say but he’d make sure he had you tonight; he was in agony, he couldn’t take it anymore with the sudden tension that escalated quickly and with your particular voice that was starting to excite him to stratospheric levels, and having him there in misery, unable to do anything, that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for.

He licked his lips and every part of you saw it coming, you knew it so deep down, you weren’t that dumb, his look and little actions spoke for themselves, you knew Chan was lusting after you and you panicked slightly not knowing what to do.

“You can take a nap if you want” you suggested kindly with a smile, hiding your nervousness at having him around, “You look tired, it’s okay.”

Chan was about to protest, he saw you confused and got caught in your captivating but hard to read gaze, your glasses reflected his tired body and unsweet intentions, so he decided to take a step back and agree, somehow he felt embarrassed and decided it was still better to keep his distance, even though that wasn’t specifically what he wanted.

He nodded, with a smile and somewhat embarrassed, “Really? You’re okay with that? I don’t want to leave you..”

He did get tired, but now he didn’t know if it was from the continuous work or from not being able to do anything with you.

You didn’t know why you did it, but you grabbed his shoulders and nodded, eyes shining, feeling so good to touch his strong body. You hadn’t touched him, maybe you just wanted to play a little and decided to kill your curiosity, how a man like Chan felt.

Chan subtly saw your hands on his shoulders and lost his mind again, but he sighed, calming down and getting up from his chair to rest his body on the couch. You no longer said anything, again the tension returned, with a silence. As much as Chan didn’t want to think about it, he thought of your smile, the way you spoke to him and of your gaze suddenly meaning so much to him, your bright eyes, almost asking to be touched by him, he could feel it, but he felt paranoid for a second, to which he only let his body fall on your couch, with his forearm on his forehead, the other hand on his abdomen and his head leaning back on a cushion, slowly closing his eyes, shutting off every one of his thoughts for a moment.

But it was true, you didn’t know how to say it, but being touched by Bang Chan just now didn’t sound so crazy to you. You were so ready but so not ready at the same time, you wanted to do it, you didn’t know how to tell him, it scared you since you didn’t know how to do it and you were in a continuous internal battle. You were slightly insecure, he was handsome and popular, with much more experience than you and, maybe it was something typical that you like Chan, since everybody likes him, but you were dying to try him even once…

Fifteen minutes later, of which you found incredibly stressful, as you continued to work on the project, chasing away every thought and more than okay with Chan staying quiet and napping on your couch, as you liked him incredibly well, you checked the time and became a little alert when you saw that it was almost one in the morning and you had no notion of time, you understood that Chan’s tiredness was justifiable and almost necessary and you were already starting to feel more stressed, as well as embarrassed by the fact that you had kept Chan working on the project so late. You reproached yourself, debating whether to wake him up and tell him that you could continue tomorrow, that it was almost done and you were missing something so minimal… or if you should let him stay over just for tonight since it was late.

You didn’t think so much about it though, as you suddenly felt large hands on your shoulders, massaging you and scaring you slightly. Chan giggled, he had woken up, more energetic and with the great intensity and willpower to try with you, something in him told him so and it was something he couldn’t ignore, so, without you noticing, he came up behind you, finding you still in the same position, working.

“God, Y/N, you need to relax, okay? It’s late you should rest, you’re really working hard on this.”

Your body tensed incredibly more, you really didn’t expect it, much less that he was touching you, with a slightly thicker voice than usual. You raised your gaze, his long fingers were still resting on your shoulders, magically he looked better than a moment ago, more energetic and with a flirtatious expression on his face.

“You’re awake already…” you replied nervously, not wanting to scare him away, like a few minutes ago.

“Just like you, it’s late. Has anyone ever told you how hard you work? Are you usually this demanding of yourself?”

You didn’t understand what was going on, it was as if he had suddenly changed but at the same time he was still the same and there was something that pleased you so much, like the sudden touch towards you.

You nodded, somewhat submissive with your head spinning not knowing how to react properly. Chan took the chair with agility, sitting down in front of you, stopping touching you and leaving you perplexed, blinking slowly letting you think that you were so tired that maybe you fell asleep deeply and that all this was just a dream. But it was so real and suddenly you were so awake.

“Leave all that for a moment…” he whispered slowly, gently removing the pencil from your hand and placing it on the table, “Let me take care of you.”

“What?”

Chan didn’t touch you again, he just stared at you, long and determined seconds that made you feel the lack of him in you. He leaned back in the chair, enjoying your tender expression of confusion. He had enough, he would try, he would do it for the incredible, heavy tension between you, and if you didn’t want to, he was going to understand but he already knew that was so unlikely. So he was direct, he always was, there was just something about you that kept him shy, but not anymore, he wanted you, he needed you, it was almost as if the night was asking for it too, something in the air drew you to each other irrevocably.

“You deserve to relax. I want you. Just tell me what you want, whether you want it or not, I won’t be weird about it afterwards, I promise, I just… can’t get you off my head, I need you.”

“How?” you mumbled, still in disbelief.

Chan smiled sideways, chuckling softly. “You know how. Want me to show you, sweetie?”

You nodded softly, wanting to put all shyness aside but you couldn’t control it, you were turned on and it was your first time in a situation like this, with intense tension that you even heard every breath and loud heartbeat in your ears.

You had done it before, kissing boys but the experiences were so insignificant that you hardly remember it or count it as experience, since you had learned nothing.

Chan moved dangerously close to you, resting his big hands on your bare thighs, stretching slightly and attractively his neck detonating little veins, his big straight nose so close to your face, with a smug smile, he said again:

“Can I kiss you?”

And it took only a small push of your yielding body to touch his lips, feeling at first the softness and plumpness of his full lips at the impact. Your body temperature rose madly, new sensations were taking over your body, it wasn’t the same ones that you had done before, his kisses were deeper, steady and passionate that it was hard to keep up with him and you were in between enjoying and thinking you wanted to do it right.

You let yourself go but you were still tense and Chan noticed it in the instant, with your body slightly trembling, he just wanted to make you feel good so he gently pulled away from you, leaving you missing the feel of his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, squeezing your thighs, feeling your muscle tense.

But your face reflected something else, your eyes were shining seeing every detail of Chan’s face up close, you were so ready but you had the tingle of wanting to get it right. He could see your nervous body, your countenance begging, still he didn’t want to continue if you were going to be nervous and almost resisting, he couldn’t read you clearly, he was really turned on, the slightest interaction with you made his body very blissful.

You denied, you knew you were so stiff and situations like these needed two relaxed bodies giving themselves, you were nervous but decided to confess it:

“It’s just… I want to do it right.”

Chan’s smile widened, your kiss was so tender and shy that thoughts of your innocence came back to his mind, he wanted to try so many things with you and make you explore, but he didn’t want you to feel insecure so he would patiently teach you step by step if necessary.

“It’s okay, baby, let me handle it” he whispered, with an endearing and understanding tone, still close to you, everything about him made you pleasantly uneasy, “I can teach you, just for your pleasure, okay?”

You nodded, lost in him, you noticed he looked genuinely interested and patient. Chan moved away again, leaning back in the chair, rubbing and patting his thigh with his veiny hand that was having an effect on you.

“Come here, to teach you how to do it better, although I was already loving the way you were doing it, princess.”

Chan ran his tongue over the bottom of his front teeth, waiting for you, and for you, every sentence of his almost made you sigh, you were so turned on, you knew exactly the feeling, you needed Chan now. You were a hot mess, you wanted and needed him so quickly and without much thought, you sat on his lap, trying to put your embarrassment aside, you sat down facing him, with your legs in the air on either side of the chair, Chan was surprised and felt so delightful your weight on his erection, he didn’t think you were going to position yourself like that but you left him absolutely charmed.

“I’m going to kiss you, try to keep up with me and move your sweet lips over mine, relax and let yourself go, beautiful, okay?”

He again took hold of your face with one hand and the other held your waist, you felt his sweet kiss at the same time you were dealing with the bulge between his pants pressing against your pussy. He was so hard, you could feel it if only through the slightly thick, rough denim of his black jeans. Chan was dressed so attractively, in a plain white shirt and leather jacket that he left on the rack in your entryway, with long silver chains decorating his collar and thick bracelets on his right wrist. You could feel how big he was, despite having clothes on, the thought of seeing a cock for the first time made your skin bristle with excitement, just imagining Chan, as something in yourself told you he should look so fucking good naked.

“Open your mouth wider” he whispered, panting and over your lips after a loud crash of your lips, as you parted almost non-existent inches apart.

You obeyed him and agilely he took you again, this time introducing his tongue and making the act slower and more sensual, so captivating that he even managed to relax you, you only lived from the sensation of letting yourself be carried away by him and with your face leaning on his hand. They had never made you feel this way that you slowly resented your throbbing pussy in desperation, suddenly so wet begging for attention.

“Mmm, I love your kisses, fuck” he mumbled senselessly as he pulled inches away from you.

You kept kissing, his face colliding with your glasses, but you didn’t want to take them off as you didn’t want to miss any tiny detail every time you parted for seconds. Chan, sesually and panting moved his kisses down your neck, filling your body more with euphoric and new sensations, his lips brushed your neck, giving soft and small sounding kisses until he subtly licked it, to suck your sensitive skin, using his teeth, causing you a pleasurable and short sting that reached every corner of your body, making you moan and leaving a mark on you.

His hands went down to your torso, to lift your blouse and finally feel the brush of his hands across your soft skin, he squeezed of your body, slowly lowering his lips, resisting the urge to fuck you hard, enduring the pain of his throbbing stiff cock trapped in his pants and being pressed against your body and you continued to feel his lips and the brush of his nose and heavy breathing across your skin going lower and lower, as well as constant little nibbles, leaving fresh new hickeys on you, Chan couldn’t help it, he was going crazy with the idea of you just being his, leaving reddish marks on you and biting your sensitive skin and it just turned you on so much. Reaching your chest, you twitched your body a little, moving it sharply and surprising Chan by the pleasurable friction of you on his cock. He grunted and pulled his lips away from your skin for a second and, almost as if an imaginary light bulb lit up above your head, you understood that being on his erection also made him feel good, as much as it made you feel good, since his erection was rubbing against your pussy, covered only by your wet panties and thin shorts; so you moved, stirring on his cock and intentionally grinding it harder.

Chan moaned, letting out soft, sonorous “A-aah, mmm” and then he raised his gaze, staring into your eyes, causing you to shiver at his lustful stare.

“Fuck, you want to move for me? Go ahead, baby, go fucking enjoy my cock with your clothes on, fuck, are you a little horny? Unable to wait and fucking me with your clothes on. Go ahead, enjoy and cum for me like this” he licked his lips, leveling his face with yours, talking to you in such a sultry tone that it made your cheeks burn.

You were so uselessly horny that you were enjoying to the fullest bouncing on Chan’s cock under the hard denim, pressing all over your pussy, your labia, moving them nimbly that it made you blur your vision.

“Yes-Keep moving, baby, you’re doing so good, beautiful.”

His voice aroused you more and more bringing you so close to your orgasm, you were so concentrated in the sensation of your movements on his cock, you couldn’t stop, you moved your hips and Chan helped you with his hands squeezing your waist; you felt so hot and trapped, so desperate to get your clothes off but you didn’t want to stop, you weren’t going to stop until you were tired, it was as if you had no choice but to climax right now, just like this. Chan watched with desire and tenderness your very focused and excited expression, sighing and straining to make you feel good at the same time you were making him feel that effect on him, squeezing his cock so hard, expelling precum and not so far from his ejaculation.

He admired the marks on your skin, witness and proof of what was happening, the top girl in the class, all aroused rubbing herself on her classmate’s cock, seeking pleasure and her climax. Chan bit his lower lip and caught your lips again, touching your restless and desperate body, he was about to cum. You were starting to get tired but it was a tiredness inexplicably so hot, your chest was burning from the constant strong heartbeat, you were at your limit and you were doing almost nothing, but both of you were a mess of heaving breaths, Chan didn’t want to change anything about you either at that moment, he just squeezed you tightly enjoying every movement until he cum inside his underwear, in a gasp, throwing his head back, feeling one pressure release pleasantly but another coming so abruptly and quickly not wanting to finish yet with you. You held onto his shoulders tightly, pressed your legs into his body, Chan knew you were close so he encouraged you, with a kiss on your mouth half open and words that warmed even your ears:

“Go on, cum, princess, let yourself go… Cum for me.”

You gasped in despair and a little high-pitched moan, you cum all over your panties, leaving you flushed, breathless and with your pussy sticky. Seconds later you wanted to catch your breath, you still felt immobile before his big hands squeezing your body, you were at levels of agitation you didn’t think you’d reach in the near future with another guy.

Chan also had his breath hitching, yet the thought of still not even remotely finishing with you came back to him, reflecting a smile on his face.

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

You looked at him with big pitying eyes which drove him crazy. Chan thought about the idea of your pussy a little battered from being in constant motion with the hard friction of his clothes, he wanted to treat and tend to your sensitive center, now, he needed it.

“Yes, Chan.”

“That’s my good girl” he said proudly, shuddering every inch of you, you felt so good he said little things to you, “Where are you most comfortable, baby? Huh.”

You looked at him for only short seconds, you were so excited and filled with the accelerated feeling not knowing what his next moves would be on you, you were more than willing for anything, for him to take you and fuck you, you just wanted to be filled with that sensation again and more with someone like Chan, who looked so sure of what he was doing and looked so fucking good doing it and in a mode of excitement and pleasure, every part of him was transpiring sex and you were losing your mind little by little.

“In my room, in the hallway of…”

You weren’t even finished, when Chan stood up, carrying you, grabbing your ass and carrying you to your room where he left you sitting on one of the edges of the bed, your feet touching the floor, he positioned himself on his knees in front of you.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?” he said again, once more so excited, about nothing short of taking your clothes off.

“Yes, Chan, p-please.”

You were so needy again, you wanted to be filled with the extreme sensation that seemed to have no end. He smiled.

“I’m going to take off your tiny shorts and panties, yes sweetie?”

You nodded, excited and nervous that he is about to see your private part, but it was throbbing intensely, it was again getting more lubricated and wanted to be treated with attention. Chan tugged at your shorts and panties at the same time, impatient to taste you and merely seeking your pleasure.

He slid the garments down your legs until they were off and admired your wet, glistening pussy, somehow it looked slightly swollen, begging to be attended to and touched.

“You try hard and work hard, you deserve to get your stress off, let me do it…”

Chan said it, in such a thick voice so lost in the image of your pussy. You were so nervous, almost wanting to shiver but you moaned as you felt his lips on the skin of your mons pubis, giving you kisses and leaving little hickeys, nibbling the area, until his mouth took your clit, making you squeal; you were beginning to relax and let yourself be carried away by the tingling of the tip of his index finger caressing your soft, moist vulva, playing with your wetness, until two of his fingers teased your entrance until he inserted his fingers, while his mouth never let go of your sensitive spot, licking and sucking it gently, causing you pleasure and the beginning of trembling in your legs.

Chan fucked you gently and deeply for a few moments, teasing you and reaching sweet places inside your tight pussy, but he withdrew his fingers from you, positioned both his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently and began to move his mouth all the way down your vulva, licking the right places, sucking delightfully on your labia and filling himself with you, from his chin to his nose, so focused working on you. You felt so hot, somehow he looked so good eating you out while you were a panting mess, arching your back and being pleasured.

He stroked your clit again and sucked gently but with moderate intensity, humming mmm, that caused a sweet vibration in you, you were feeling so good you could feel your second orgasm again. Chan parted your folds so he could rub his mouth better inside them, you were so satisfied you thought of the myth that college boys didn’t know how to eat pussy, but no one like Chan, doing it so expertly he had you soaking wet, whimpering and shivering just with his lips, tongue, and mouth. He moved inches away from your pussy, to spread your entrance with his hand and insert his tongue deep. At the same time, his finger again caressed your clit, bringing you to orgasm, contracting your legs, being careful with him between them, arching your back, and in a loud moan calling out his name, the great sexual tension built up was released with his mouth on your pussy.

Chan didn’t stop working on you until he stopped feeling your last intense trembling and stopped watching your body collapse until it became softer tremors and he smiled. He didn’t think he could leave you alone for now, let alone finish the project now that you were just starting, but right now, his satisfaction was to fulfill his goal, by making you feel good and de-stress a little because you were worth it and deserved it. He was there to give you a good time.

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you can be the boss

★ pairing: softdom!chrisbang x virginfem!reader

☆summary: A rich hot older man, a slightly horny young woman, together in a hot summer in his house near the coastal zone. When you meet Chris, your step-aunt's new boyfriend, your world changes completely, and after a night of liquor and cigarettes, there's no going back to satisfy all your fantasies, you don't even care you're inexperienced.

✧ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, cheating, implied legal age gap, daddy kink, use of petnames, masturbation, corruption kink, fingering, clit play, oral sex, deepthroat, faceriding, cunnilingus, cumplay, chocking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, mention of chris as a smoker.

word count: 9.5k

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you can be the boss by lana del rey

a/n: lana del rey literally invented the 4th of july, she’s so iconic, so proud of my CUNTry led by my president miss grant🫡❤️

divider by chachachannah

The bright sunshine, the light sweat pouring from your forehead despite being inside your father's cool car made you feel young again, something in the air was so innocent and sweet that bright summer. Especially when he insisted you spend the summer with his wife's family, as if you were a little girl, you agreed, you had a very tedious and frustrating semester in college that you needed a distraction, plus a huge house with a yard, pool and near the beach didn't sound bad at all. You'd be doing nothing but sunbathing in your bathing suit, relaxing.

You walked onto the grounds of the house, it really was a mansion, the architecture was modern but there were some classic touches that for some reason got you. You were surprised, thinking that your 'aunt' really did get a rich man this time. Your father remarried when you were 17, to a woman 7 years younger than him who couldn't have children, so she always opened you up to her family, treating you sweetly, going to your high school graduation, and supporting you in your college career, so you met your stepmother's family, who had two sisters —she was the middle one— the oldest, Lilian, who had a daughter your age and you became close, however, you lived apart from each other; your stepmother Dahlia, and the youngest, Ruby, who was the prettiest of the three, was young, glamorous and kind; you weren't sure, but you thought she was at least twenty-nine or thirty and, that she got herself a rich boyfriend who kindly offered his summer home to her whole family.

Liv, Lilian's daughter greeted you as soon as you got out of the car, you felt small, like a young girl still close to your parents when you spent more time at college than with them for years. Liv hugged you briefly, making your sunglasses slip off and fall into your eyes, you both moved where the sun didn't hit you directly and greeted each other shyly.

“No shit, I have no idea where Aunt Ruby got her boyfriend from, but a house with a pool in this weather, is a house with a pool, I don't care” Liv spoke.

You let out a chuckle, you watched as Ruby came out of the doorway, and you walked over to greet her, after all somehow Dahlia always went out of her way to make you consider her as family, and she received your brief hug.

“Oh wow, you grew up a lot along with Liv, I haven't seen you since Christmas” she commented to which you smiled.

After that Ruby went over to her sister, you helped by carrying your luggage and walked into the house, it seemed unreal that you were going to be under someone stranger's roof, but at least you wouldn't be alone, Liv could distract you a bit.

“Girl, wait till you meet Ruby's boyfriend, he's kinda hot, not gonna lie” Liv whispered in your ear, helping you with your stuff and guiding you to the room you both would share.

Once inside the room you jokingly said to her, “So it's not about an old sugar daddy she found around?”

Liv pursed her lips and softly denied, “He's handsome, young, rich and has an accent. I think this summer will be fun… want to meet him?”

You nodded amused, curiosity consumed you; you and Liv spent hours talking behind Ruby's back about the strange and extravagant kind of life she led, it was a fun topic of conversation for you, you analyzed every partner she had, since she didn't know how to be alone, and just had girl talk, secreting and gossiping a little.

“Oh, honey, the cherry pie” your father reminded you once he saw you coming down the stairs.

You sighed, remembering that you had baked Ruby your cherry pie which she loved so much, just because, out of a mere act of kindness, and because your dad reminded you how much she was a fan of that dessert of yours and that you should at least give it to her as a thank you for spending the summer at her house, or her boyfriend's, rather.

You took the tart out of the car, Liv waited for you at the entrance of the house and then led you to the kitchen, where a very smiling and happy Ruby received your gift, thanking you and reminding you how delicious it should be. Liv was about to ask about Chris, Ruby's boyfriend and owner of the place, just so you could meet him and analyze him with your own eyes, but Ruby herself stepped forward saying:

“Oh, you haven't met Chris, have you? I think he's outside getting the pool ready better for you girls to swim in. I'll go get him.”

Liv raised her eyebrows and looked at you a little amused, again you felt small, giving funny looks to your cousin-friend; you had been so consumed by college that you had forgotten the simplicity of the little things. Ruby didn't take long, your father and stepmother already met Chris, as apparently he had been dating Ruby for a while and was quite serious, and once again, you lived in your college dorm and institution almost.

And the man appeared, you really didn't expect to see a man like him, with a downwards smile, a bit shy, but his presence was quite strong in the room; he was wearing a white t-shirt loose to his muscular body with the name and logo of a luxury brand, denim jeans up to his knees and sneakers. He looked young, and he was cute, and so attractive to your taste, but you wanted to instantly brush the thoughts away.

“Chris Bang, nice to meet you” he greeted, in a thick voice and a soft accent, just as your cousin had mentioned.

You returned his greeting, introducing yourself, Chris also didn't expect to meet two young and beautiful girls like Ruby's nieces, but you, there was something that caught his attention in you, it was rare, but you radiated innocence plus however your strong and piercing gaze contrasted with the rest of your tender appearance. You couldn't help but darken your gaze, you liked what you saw, he was attractive, he had a unique and clean face that you could watch for hours, the harmony of his face with his sharp, dark, small eyes, combining perfectly with his distinct nose and rosy lips, his slightly pale skin detonating small pink and tan undertones, you realized that never in your little more than twenty years of life had you ever paid so much attention to a man. You didn't understand what it was about him, besides being incredibly attractive, but something drew you to him.

“Thank you for letting us stay at your place…” you said, almost lost in him, you didn't know why you said it, maybe you just wanted to talk to him more.

“Oh, it's nothing, really.”

Chris licked his lips, staring at you, going over in his mind that if it was you the girl who wasn't directly blood related to Ruby.

“Oh, babe, Y/N brought us her cherry pie” Ruby spoke, clinging to her boyfriend's arm.

Liv held back her laughter at her aunt's immature attitude. Chris looked over to the counter.

“Did you bake it?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, Ruby… Ruby really likes it.”

Chris leaned into the counter, leaning on his elbows and with his long fingers lightly played with the edge of the pie plate, you focused on his hands, so manly, big, slender and with visible veins running up his arms; then you returned your gaze to him who said, in a different tone, slower and looking deeply and directly into your eyes,

“I bet it tastes delicious.”

A shiver went down your spine, oh, you were liking it too much. Your cousin raised her eyebrows at his sudden action, instantly recognizing his gentle flirtation.

“Anyway, pool's ready” Chris added, standing up straight.

“Thanks, Chris, we'll go swimming now” Liv mentioned, trying to break the incredible tension or magnetism she suddenly felt between you and her aunt's boyfriend.

Liv grabbed your arm and almost dragged you into your room, pulling you out of your trance, you could only think about who he was and…. how was it that Ruby got him, even though you knew perfectly well that she was beautiful and had a bubbly personality; you thought about his hands, and his subtle comment that made your hair stand on end.

“C'mon babe, let's go swimming,” Liv told you, teasing her aunt for calling Chris 'babe.'

You blinked suddenly…. trying to get it out of your head and reacted, quickly grabbing your suitcase and pulling out your clothes almost in desperation, finding the most revealing swimsuit you packed, a red two-piece bikini; the rest of your swimsuits weren't cute, you were so indisposed with the idea of wearing something hot, since you thought it would just be you and Liv in the pool, so you packed shorts and old t-shirts to get wet and, clearly you were also expecting a middle-aged man not at all attractive to your taste, not a damn man like Chris.

You sighed, thinking you had to go into town to buy better swimsuits. And after you put on your bikini, you perused your makeup, you perfected it more, using your best waterproof mascara, blush, pink gloss, you didn't know what you were doing but you wanted to look good. You almost forgot Liv was there, you didn't give a shit how obvious you acted, primping with effort. Chris had awakened something in you that you hadn't sensed before, it was as if he suddenly gave meaning and fun to your monotonous college life, you suddenly felt like a complete attention whore, wanting his eyes on you all the time.

Your cousin also wore a cute blue plaid print bikini, had two braids done and grabbed her sunglasses, reminding you to take yours, replacing the ones you had when you arrived, with red heart-shaped sunglasses. You sighed as you looked at Liv, she had very nice round breasts, and you thought, how funny and in a way, dirty, the way you two would walk around, being walking temptations to an unknown man.

“Would it be too much to ask Chris to put sunscreen on our backs?” she commented jokingly with a pout and with the bottle of sunscreen in her hand, to which you laughed.

And you both left, grabbing towels, your cell phones, heading towards the backyard at the pool. You took the time to admire the scenery and noticed that a few miles from the large pool was a small pool house. Once again, unable to believe you were in the home of a millionaire and unknown man, about to swim in his pool, it was so unreal, like something that only happened in the movies.

Chris bit his lip as he watched them both, replaying in his mind fuck, over and over again, it was the perfect fantasy, two pretty young twenty-something girls in bikinis at his house, about to enter the pool, getting their young bodies wet. He wasn't being the strongest soldier, and an immensity of dirty thoughts filled him completely. He took one more puff on his cigarette, this time deeper and more intense, trying to keep himself occupied and de-stressed by the incredible desire he had to fuck them both; thinking that it would be a very long and frustrating summer, and that he would end up finishing a pack in minutes if he decided to use nicotine as an escape from his dirty thoughts.

Did he love Ruby? Of course, more than anything in the world, but he was also a man with such an active libido, incredible imagination and great sexual energy. You both noticed him, on the other side of the pool, a little far away, and for some reason you found him more attractive when you saw him smoking. Chris' intention wasn't to see you, he swore, he was just hiding from his girlfriend because she hates his smoking habit. And after meeting you, damn, he really needed a cigarette.

“Hey Chris” Liv greeted him cheerfully waving her hand, to which he responded with a soft smile, raising his eyebrows and his right hand with which he held the cigarette.

She turned to you, “I hate him so much, if he marries Ruby he'll really be my uncle and it'll be gross.”

You smiled apologetically at her sudden comments, but suddenly your mind short circuited, “Marry?”

Liv sat down in one of the chairs, leaning back and relaxing her body, picking up her book ready to rest and read.

“Mmm, honestly I give them two months tops” she added disinterested, “I haven't been aware since I also live in college, but apparently they've been dating since January, I also got a big surprise today when I met him.”

January, you thought, that made them in a six month relationship, pretty long for Ruby. You questioned whether it was really a serious relationship. You pouted and sat on the chair next to her, and convinced yourself that if nothing happened, which was most ideal and the most likely option —plus you were still a virgin— you could at least think about him and have your little summer crush to keep your mind busy.

“Aren't you going to get in the pool?” you asked.

“Mmm yeah, sure, but I want to get some sun.”

You let out an incredulous airy chuckle as Liv was in the shade, not getting any direct sun. And you were about to stand up and swim, but you noticed the sudden and noticeable presence of Chris near you, this time his intentions were clear and not at all innocent, he just wanted to see your semi naked bodies more closely and in detail. He stood in the middle of the two chairs, with his hands in the pockets of his shorts, you watched him, gently lowering your heart shaped sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and raising your eyes.

“Enjoying your summer girls?” he said to which you and Liv nodded a little confused by his sudden closeness, “Do you mind if I join you?”

Liv smiled playfully, closing her book completely, “Of course not” she replied.

But Chris was only looking at you, and you felt it, you had achieved your goal, he couldn't take his eyes off you, off your body in that red bikini and your glossy, full lips. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer from you, which his gaze suddenly made you nervous.

“Sure, join us” was all you could say with your heart pounding.

“I'll be right back” he replied, walking away from you and into his house.

You and Liv looked at each other complicitly, almost feeling like you were about to do something wrong but it felt so right. You didn't understand how you went from somewhat flirtatious and confused, to feeling nervous around him.

“Oh, he's such a fucking whore” Liv added.

She didn't take Chris and Ruby's relationship very seriously, truly. But you were beginning to question so many things, but you couldn't help but want him so badly, you've never been so curious about a man, you wanted him, you needed him.

Minutes later, he appeared, wearing black sport shorts a little loose on his thighs, but tight enough for his member to be suggestively visible and noticeable, again, that was not Chris's intention, he couldn't help but have a nice penis, and that you two had to witness that. In a way you were thankful that you were wearing dark sunglasses and could blatantly see his silhouette, his strong arms and worked chest area over his tight white sleeveless shirt.

You were already in the pool, so Chris joined you, putting on a black cap before getting in and gradually getting in, wetting his body little by little.

“Agh, the water is nice” he added, getting his body completely wet, his marked abs and pecs showing through the thin fabric of the shirt.

Your heart raced again, you couldn't believe Ruby had him every day while you and Liv only had hair loss from the stress of your college. You and Liv stood transfixed watching him, as if it was such an entertaining spectacle. And when he approached, you both snapped out of your trance and pretended to look away, which Chris noticed and smirked, yes he knew he was all handsome and hot, but he was curious to know if you two also considered yourselves that way to such a degree that you dared to flirt with him.

And you began to play mindlessly, ball games, Liv getting on a float, swimming, all with Chris's nerve to watch your wet young bodies, watching the sun beat down on your skins; then you wanted to mimic Liv, getting on a float but found it difficult to get on somehow, to which Chris quickly took advantage, once again leaving Liv surprised.

“Let me help you” he whispered to you, holding your exposed waist to carry you up and onto the float.

Your breathing and heart stopped for a moment, his big hands on your waist felt so good, you couldn't believe he dared to touch you, you didn't want to make it a big deal, you wanted to believe he just did it out of kindness but you were screaming with excitement internally.

A little awkwardly, giving him the view of your ass and thighs, you were able to climb on, shyly whispering thank you. Chris swallowed nervously, your semi-naked skin made him feel good and your ankle accidentally brushed against his member as he lifted you up. He needed another cigarette to forget about you for a few moments, or he definitely had to try you. It wasn't news that, he before Ruby, was quite the gentleman who loved to enjoy the pleasures of sex with different women.

“And don't you have a farm sort of place to spend the winter when it snows?” suddenly blurted out Liv.

“Do you want to spend the winter with me too? Do you like me that much?” he joked.

“Sure, you're the best, Uncle Chris” your cousin replied again in amusement.

He grimaced in disgust, he loved it when girls called him daddy in bed, or just as a form of endearment, when he rarely messed with women relatively much younger to him, but uncle, coming from another young woman who he considered highly attractive, didn't like the idea.

“Uh no, just Chris, please,” and then he turned to you, “And you, you're not directly related to Ruby, are you?”

“She's family, but not by blood” replied Liv innocently, but Chris was a little annoyed, as he wanted to hear you talk , so he still didn't take his expectant gaze off you.

“My father married Ruby's sister” you replied, almost just to humor him and get him to take off that expression of waiting to hear you speak because it was making you nervous.

“I know” he whispered.

And before long you knew a little more about him, that he is an architect with his own company, his parents are two of the top lawyers, that he knows three languages and has a passion for technology like computers or things like that and, the question that gnawed at them both and Liv asked, how did he meet Ruby, as he seemed quite busy and an extremely wealthy and decent man, but just at the mention of her, she appeared. She had taken a nap and suddenly wondered where her boyfriend was, to which her surprise, he was friendly talking to her two young nieces inside the pool, while they were wearing a bikini, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but decided to put it aside, and wanted to be a cool aunt:

“Let's give the girls some drinks, they're old enough.”

Chris thought how old enough, looking appreciatively at your body on the float, wearing your red bikini and your heart-shaped glasses of the same color. How old enough were you, that you could handle being with him? He wanted to know more about you and questioned himself why he had never met you before, although his answer was obvious to him, usually Chris didn't look for young and college girls, it was very strange the occasion when he decided to sleep with them and spoil them —as it is one of his techniques— he still considered them so young and naive, even a little bit kooky and spoiled… but you, he bit his lip again, thinking that he could very well be your daddy, and that he would love to spoil you and spank your young ass. He loved being dominant but it was very strange the situation where his mind formulated these ideas of wanting to take care of a naive woman and give her everything, being slightly careful, and you had exactly aroused those thoughts in him.

Ruby also got into the pool, showing off her impressive figure, leaving Chris a little shocked, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. You looked away, unwilling to see them together.

[…]

For the rest of the evening you caught up on Liv's life, as she recounted her sexual encounters, her love life status, her college environment until it was time for dinner.

You couldn't help but think that it didn't matter if you flirted, if anything happened, you wouldn't know what to do and probably wouldn't satisfy him, you were inexperienced and a virgin, which you never made a big deal about it, but for some reason you thought about so many sexual things lately since he awakened your desire.

Dinner was normal and a little strange, eating all together, your last family dinner was maybe on your birthday. And Chris realized that your father and he were the only men, so he thought at one point to invite one of his closest friends, plus he needed him, the tension between you and Chris was growing, or at least his desire for you.

The next morning you went downstairs for breakfast, not even hungry, but you just wanted to see Chris, but he wasn't there since he was supposedly still working and you didn't see him until the afternoon. You took the opportunity to update your swimsuits and take a walk to the beach with Liv. Chris was also confused not to find you at his house, until he saw you arrive with shopping bags.

That evening he convinced his close friend Minho to stay with him too for the summer as Chris had to confess to him the reason and Minho saw with his own eyes and understood why.

Once again you wanted Chris' attention and you had no choice but to go out dressed up all the time, feeling cute, since you kind of sucked at flirting. And you got the pleasant surprise of finding another handsome man next to him.

Chris introduced Minho to you and Liv, and your mind flew with the crazy idea of a man for each other, that maybe so at least Liv would stop thinking about Chris a little bit, because honestly you wanted him for yourself only, when he was already taken, and wasn't yours in the first place. But you weren't the only one with that crazy thought, Liv was so happy that Chris got her own handsome older man to have fun with in the summer.

Minho was also so handsome, he had a muscular body too but his features were softer to Chris'. He also looked intimidating.

The next day was odder, Liv and Minho disappeared, leaving you in disbelief with the ease of things that circumstances work, when both are single, or at least you wanted to believe that Minho was single, or honestly you could care less, at least Liv didn't know his life that much, let alone if he was in a relationship with someone so the guilt didn't exist in her body; but in yours it did, Chris was Ruby's and you couldn't even hate her, your stepmother's whole family was so sweet to you, Dahlia thought you were a real daughter to her because she could never conceive and was afraid to adopt.

You were bored without Liv, you sent her messages but she didn't answer, she must be having a great day in Minho's arms, but lucky her, you thought between sighs; so bored you started to explore the house a bit until you reached a long hallway, at the end of it you saw that there was a family photograph which caught your attention, there were not so many memories of family photos of Chris so it caught your attention and you approached it, next to it there was a large room, which had the door open and you stopped in your tracks when you realized that it was Chris' office, and that he was sitting behind his desk, who quickly heard your footsteps and turned to see you.

You didn't know what to do and smiled nervously at him and he amusedly thought that all ways always led you to him. Chris quickly stood up from his chair, put his pencil aside as he was working on a project and walked dangerously close to you.

“You were looking for me?”

His flirtatious tone and the way he gently raised his eyebrow gave you chills again.

You denied, but you didn't want to get away from him.

“But I found you” you replied.

He invited you in with his gaze, closing the door once you entered, you looked around the place and Chris looked boldly at you. Your young, bare legs with your tiny skirt and your slightly carefree look as you were comfortable in his home.

Chris without thinking, went to his desk and out of habit took a cigarette, he couldn't help it, he was a recurrent smoker, not an addict, but he liked to smoke one or two cigarettes a day, or two cigarettes one day and then quit for several days without a problem, but just now he couldn't think about anything but enjoying your company, your presence and aroma combined with a little of his nicotine.

You thought that even though he smoked and you didn't like the smell, on him, he looked good and you liked him, you liked him so much that you forgot your little inconveniences and thought he didn't smell of cigarettes, he had a strong scent of a manly perfume that you found highly pleasing.

Chris put his cig between his lips and you saw him take another one, thinking he was going to offer you one but you noticed he took a pen and with his big hands, which drove you crazy and you had recurring thoughts of his fingers in your mouth, you saw he wrote a series of numbers on the cigarette; he took a lighter and lit his cigarette quickly, taking his first puff, sucking air between his teeth and then holding the cigarette delicately between his two fingers, then passing you the cigarette with the written numbers and saying to you:

“Do you want it?”

You took it, only to see the numbers on what you quickly noticed was a phone number and before he took the lighter once more you said, “I don't smoke.”

“Well, that's my phone number, since apparently it looks a little bad for us to be together and we need to be more discreet.”

Your mind stopped processing what he said, he inhaled again from the cigarette, exhaling all the smoke, losing it in the bright sunlight coming through the windows, he looked so fucking hot your legs were almost starting to shake, he walked over to you and put his free hand on your waist.

“Let's have fun this summer, I know you want me and I can't get you out of my fucking head” he spoke and you felt it unreal, for a moment you stopped thinking about everyone, it was just Chris and you, fuck the rest, “Relax a little with me, I don't bite unless you ask me to” he whispered, leaning into your ear, noticing your tense body.

He pulled away, stubbing out his cigarette in his ashtray and sitting back in his chair.

“Come here” he ordered patting his thigh.

He was wearing a white button up shirt and black formal cloth pants, you were so wet at his appearance, you were wet knowing he was older than you and dressed elegantly, you were wet at the way he asked you to sit on his lap.

Chris couldn't take it anymore, from the first night he met you, after seeing you so provocative in your bikini, he masturbated thinking about you, pulling and stroking his cock hard, filling his mind with scenarios where you were all needy, wet, making a mess and begging for him, until he cummed. He couldn't even fuck his girlfriend, his cock only reacted to you apparently. He needed you, all day he thought about how his friend did get to fuck the other girl with no problem while he was stuck there, but not anymore as you happily sat on his lap, feeling so happy, feeling the friction of fabric of his pants on your thighs as you moved to get comfortable, causing him tenderness at your reaction.

“Mmm, I guess you want it too by obey me, don't you babygirl?” he murmured, caressing your thighs and making you shiver.

Your mind spun like crazy, wanting what what, you didn't know but yes, you needed him like you had never needed anyone, your mind was lost in his closeness and that it's finally happening. You really tried to be strong too, but you lost it. He was caressing you, bringing his hands up tentatively so high almost in your intimate zone.

“Yes…” you answered in a whisper.

“Then just kiss me, babygirl, I'm dying to taste your lips since the first moment I saw you.”

You turned your face and met the closeness of his, without thinking too much, you joined your lips with his, feeling his slight cigarette taste together with a soft and fresh sensation, your hand shyly rested from his shoulder, your inside was burning, you felt as if fireworks were detaching inside you. At first it was sweet and gentle, but then he changed his pace to something slower but desperate and lustful, opening your mouth and feeling his expert tongue caress your cavity, leaving you breathless but addicted to the feel of each other.

Chris found his way to your pussy, opening your legs slightly and without wasting time, he pushed the fabric of your panties aside, playing with your clit, making you gasp and take a moment away from his lips. You were now focused on his fingertips caressing you.

Chris licked his lips, leering at you and admiring the slight trembling of your body from pleasure. By this point, he too was already so hard with an erection protruding from his pants.

“You're so wet and needy, let me take care of you” he moaned.

You were almost about to cum with his caresses on your clit, his movements on it, his light pinching and pressure towards it, turning you on so much, but his fingers went down your wet folds, in search of your entrance and, you realized what he would do, it still surprised and hurt a little to feel two of his fingers inside you. You moaned louder at the sensation of his digits sliding into your virgin hole, as did Chris who let out a groan, unable to believe you were so tight, even being in that position, sitting on his lap, there was no reason for your insides to squeeze his fingers so tight, he had never felt a pussy like that before, like yours, he love every second of it, he was obsessed.

“Fuck” blubbered Chris, “You like that, don't you, little doll?”

You whimpered high pitched in response, his fingers began to penetrate you and his thumb went back to caressing your clit and labia, making you feel like you had never felt before. You were so hot, you wanted to strip off all your clothes and feel something bigger fill your pussy, you were a mess, moaning and shivering at his hand on your cunt.

“Tell daddy how much you like it, babygirl, call me daddy when I'm touching so good your pussy” he gasped.

“Yes, daddy I love it, please don't stop” you whimpered in a squeak, feeling your orgasm so close as your heart pounded intensely.

Your first orgasm caused by a man. Daddy, daddy, daddy, you thought it fit him so well, he was older than you, and you could tell he liked to be in control. He could command you whatever he wanted, he could be in charge, your panties got wetter as you fantasized about how dominant he was. He was so hard, analyzing every part of you and enjoying your body fading for him.

You were about to cum, your pussy moistening Chris's fingers more and more, your thighs quivering and the feeling of clenching in your stomach, you were so close… but the sound of heels down the hall and door handle turning startled you too much, Chris removed his fingers from you abruptly, hurting you a little but you stood up instantly, adjusting your skirt and resting your hands on his desk, turning your back to the door. Chris picked up a book that was on his desk, opened it and held it with his hand whose fingers were touching you earlier, over his cock, at an angle where you couldn't see his erection and the small wet spot you left on his pants.

“Hey” you heard and turned your body, hiding the cigarette and found Ruby all smiles but then grimaced, “Fuck, Chris, did you smoke here? Anyways, Liv and Minho arrived with the shoppings, should I start the… grill?”

You and Chris simultaneously looked at each other, looking scared and guilty.

“No, it's okay baby, I'll go downstairs in a minute.”

“Oh, you found each other, didn't you” Ruby added, leaving you confused, “Y/n it's a little artist too, she draws and paints well” she confirmed, referencing that Chris was doing a sketch.

He didn't know that and wanted to know more about you. But fate was not in your favor this time.

“Are you okay, honey, you're sweating and look a little red?” said Ruby worriedly.

You were so wet and hot, your fluids bothered you, but you had to pretend to be okay, so much so that you went outside pretending nothing was wrong, watching the stupid grill burn, almost as much as your insides, you kept fantasizing if Ruby hadn't interrupted you what would have happened, maybe you would have tasted and had another piece of meat in your mouth before the one Minho was cooking.

You watched him, who stood next to Minho, looking manly grilling the meat. Chris had changed his clothes, now wearing jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. You felt a little jealous that you didn't even want to ask Liv if anything happened with Minho, you wanted your own moment with Chris no matter what. Chris noticed your look and in a whisper said to his friend:

“I kissed her and touched her.”

“Woah, good for you dude, what did I tell you about college girls? They are all trouble makers but they know how to take care of you very well” Minho encouraged him smilingly, giving him a friendly pat.

“But we were interrupted and now I feel guilty, I don't think I should have done it…”

You took your phone and amidst impatience, texted him, just telling him Hey and watched as he immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing the message but ignored it.

“My sexual fantasy is a threesome with Minho and Chris, imagine their two cocks pleasuring you. I'm kinda horny right now” Liv spoke as if nothing, seeing herself on her cell phone camera, snapping you out of your trance.

So were you. In fact she was talking but you weren't paying attention, you weren't that greedy, Chris's cock was really enough for you.

[…]

It was late at night, everyone was sleeping, but you noticed the pool house light on through the window, you didn't know what it was about, but you were thankful that you were a little lazy to remove your makeup and quietly put your clothes back on, taking off your pajamas, with the slightest hope that, maybe it was Chris being alone, or in the worst case, him with his girlfriend.

You texted him but he didn't respond and you were impatient so you carefully went downstairs quietly and managed to get outside, walking up to the property and slowly entered the house, which was literally another house, just a little smaller. And you found Chris with his back turned sitting in the chairs leaning against the kitchen counter.

He turned to see who it was and smiled broadly at the sight of you. You also noticed that he was drinking and smoking, or at least you saw a couple of cigarettes in the ashtray and apparently he was alone. You approached him, so excited with adrenaline at its peak to see that he could be all by himself. He smiled at you, so wide that he narrowed his eyes, he wasn't expecting you but he was just thinking about you, he couldn't sleep, you drove him crazy, when he saw you, it seemed almost like a dream since he was starting to get a little drunk.

You sat down on the chair next to him and noticed his almost empty glass of hard liquor.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered to him.

“I'm just… drinking a little” he replied, his tone of voice low and almost slurring his words.

“By yourself?”

“Minho just left, wanna join me?”

You shook your head softly, you really didn't want to drink, you wanted to kiss him passionately, and more so knowing you were alone. But Chris went there because he couldn't sleep and he kept thinking about it in that he felt a little guilty but at the same time he wanted to do so many things to you, you looked innocent, you were young and his deepest desire was to corrupt you so badly.

You decided to get bold and just blurted out:

“Why don't we continue what we were doing… I didn't get to cum.”

Chris let out a chuckle in disbelief at your comment and analyzed you, from your face with your makeup intact, to your thighs uncovered by your skirt with very easy access to him.

“Who would have thought, you look so innocent… but you are quite the dirty little whore. You want me to make you cum, huh?”

His comment made your skin bristle and gave you shivers, both for your body, and for your pussy, causing it to twinge with arousal in your sensitive core. Everything about him turned you on so much.

“Yes…”

“And what will you do for me?” he asked so quickly as soon as you answered, looking at you defiantly.

You stood there thinking for a few seconds, "You want… me to make you cum too?" you spoke uncertainly.

“I wanna see it” he challenged you, “I like you a lot” he confessed, getting carried away with the moment and the alcohol doing its thing.

You smiled, stood up from the chair and moved closer to him, Chris turned his body and let position yours between his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist and you, close to his lips, reciprocated his confession.

“I like you a lot too, Chris.”

He smiled, coming back to all his senses, leaving the effect of the alcohol aside, so awake and ready for you, he raised his eyebrows, wanting to correct you, lowering his hands to your ass, you understood immediately.

“I like you, daddy” you repeated.

“That's my good girl.”

You felt your body burn on fire, that had sounded so good to you, more so coming from his voice and him. You moved in with a smile to kiss him, savoring the taste of the liquor on his full lips, spending long minutes of him running down your body and both of you completely lost in each other's lips, feeling his tongue and nose collide on your face, kissing was such an intimate act, something you loved to do with Chris, whose erection in his pants grew sky high, his throbbing cock ready to be used.

Chris couldn't take it anymore, he wanted your pretty mouth around his cock, he wanted to fuck your throat until he made you cry. As he pulled away he admired your heaving breathing and swollen lips, he thought this was just the beginning of more to come.

“Fuck” he whispered with a little pain from his erection stuck in his jeans.

You watched him, for a few seconds somewhat transfixed and realized he was just as turned on as you were, you stared at the bulge in his pants, not wanting to wait any longer to get his cock out at once, but he went ahead to say.

“C'mon babygirl, feel how hard daddy is for you, and make me feel good, be a good girl.”

You got so excited, as if you had won a prize and lowered your arms off his shoulders so you could feel his hard member between the also tough denim of his jeans. You bit your lip and unbuttoned his pants. Chris gasped, breathing raggedly knowing you were about to attend to his cock. You finally released it, wanting to experience everything with it and getting the big surprise of how nice and big it looked, just as veiny as his arms. You took it, completely forgetting that you were a poor college virgin girl and, that he would most likely end up fucking you and you couldn't agree more, you could remember that your virginity was taken by a man who knows what he's doing, millionaire, incredibly handsome with a colossal cock to die for.

You stroked his glans with your thumb and spread his precum over his length, it was your first time feeling a penis in your hand, for the moment, at least Chris's, it felt so good, its texture was smooth but his muscle was so tight and rigid. Chris for his part, gasped enjoying the feel of your hands on his cock and watched you look so impressed, almost as if you were studying every part of his anatomy, making you look a little more innocent but daring.

You acted with common sense, and began to slide your hands up and down his member, stroking his length from top to bottom, making him feel great. Chris bit his lip and inhaled air between his teeth, so excited he could cum right then and there. He didn't know exactly how to ask you, but he really wanted your mouth on his cock.

“Babygirl, use your mouth please, please” Chris babbled, caressing your face, admiring it before it was ruined by his cock in your mouth and the constant motion.

Your pussy throbbed harder at the thought of sucking him off and you dropped to your knees, unconsciously sighing nervously, making Chris feel the warm air of your sigh, now giving him shivers of pure arousal.

You looked into his eyes before bringing his cock closer to your mouth, to which he looked at you approvingly, subtly shaking his head encouraging you to do so.

You stuck out your tongue and licked his entire length, losing more and more strength, you were so aroused, trembling and twitching with your hot body, until he said,

“Open your mouth wide, baby doll.”

He helped you a little, guiding his cock into your mouth, finally slowly pushing it in, doing your best to make him enjoy it, which you felt a knot in your stomach of nervousness and excitement as Chris moaned loudly, letting you know you were getting off to a good start. He fisted your hair, completely ready to be satisfied.

You sucked his cock, sucking your cheeks and giving your best effort to get as much of his length as you could deep inside your cavity. Chris moaned again incredibly enjoying the also tightness of your mouth and softness of the inside of your cheeks. He watched you the whole time, your lips wrapped around his cock, the tender expression of concentration and struggle on your face, he could cum just from the image of you taking his length.

You started to move, his whole member didn't fit in your cavity, but you did your best, your eyes were starting to bother you a little, you were starting to form little tears, your nose got slick and your jaw hurt a little, but it was worth it, it was so worth it, Chris's moans were so hot to you that you never wanted to stop. You began to move your mouth, taking as much as you could, making Chris lose his sanity little by little, he helped you, pulling on your hair gently and pushing your head to move up and down exquisitely. Your movements were imperfect but from your little details Chris became more aroused and fantasized about your innocence again.

Your saliva combined with his precum began to slip from your lips and you took a breath, pulling his cock out of your mouth, Chris took advantage and quickly stood up from his chair, you looked with confusion at his action and he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you stare into his eyes.

“You're doing great, good girl, but let daddy fuck your throat, are you okay with that?”

Your eyes sparkled brighter despite the little tears you shed, you were scared but nodded so excited. “Yes, daddy” you said.

Chris took his cock almost by its base and opened his mouth slightly indicating you to do the same, causing you tenderness, and you did, his cock and your mouth meeting again, inserting it little by little, until you felt his skin tickle your uvula, your body shuddered, you closed your eyes tightly, he was huge, but you tried to hold back with all your might your gag reflex, Chris shifted his hips and finally you felt his cock sliding down your throat, taking him pure to heaven, you thought of everything, of Chris swimming next to you, of you sitting on his lap, trying to forget the slight discomfort and tingling that his penis was causing in your throat. Chris gasped loudly, and began to move gently, ramming into you, completely filled with sexual pleasure at the feel of his cock inside another strategic spot of yours.

You looked up at him, your watery eyes begging for mercy, your body was weak and your stomach sensitive; you cried harder, drooling non-stop, dripping his testicles and even the floor; unable to breathe or speak, just his balls rubbing against your face, his pubic area bumping against your nose and his cock stretching your throat, with his glans rubbing against your esophagus. You were doing so well, for your first time, and Chris was so happy to remind you of it, moaning senselessly completely lost amidst the pleasure, babbling swear words and whimpering, “You feel so good, babygirl, I'm gonna cum in your throat sweetie.”

But you felt so good, in desperation and helpless, with nothing to do but obey him and make him feel good, your pussy throbbed harder and harder, with the same intensity of an orgasm but you weren't sure if you were about to cum.

You felt Chris's body tremble, a loud gasp escaped his lips and you felt the shot of his hot cum inside your pharynx, he was having a wonderful orgasm like he had never had before, even making him shudder and lose his sanity and consciousness; Chris gently tugged at your hair, gently pulling his cock out of you so as not to hurt you, while he kept collapsing in his orgasm, cumming still on your tongue inside your mouth, spilling a few drops around your mouth.

“Good girl, swallow everything, there you go, good princess” he spoke softly caressing your face, watching you swallow hard and with heavy breathing “C'mon up here. Look at you, your face is a mess, my pretty baby. So fucked up for daddy's cock.”

He smirked at the sight of your face stained red, your cheeks shiny from your tears and your lips dirty and swollen from him.

You stood up and Chris wiped your chin stained in his cum with his thumb and then slipped it into your mouth, which you sucked it hard.

“Let's go to the room” he spoke excitedly, arranging his cock in his underwear and pants to take you by your wrist and lead you to the room.

You were surprised that it could practically be a small apartment with all the amenities with no problem and once you entered his room, he kissed you wildly again, tasting his own cum, feeling the wetness of your lips, and began to undress you, yanking off your skirt, parting from you to remove your top and bra and leaving the best part of taking off your panties at the end.

Chris bit his lip as he slid your panties off, bending down and placing soft kisses on your lower belly all the way down to your mons pubis.

“Fuck, you're beautiful, babydoll.”

He kissed your skin, to then put his warm tongue in and sticking his lips tightly to finally suck, leaving a mark on you and making you gasp softly, he looked up, searching your gaze, leering at you playfully, he couldn't believe he finally had you all to himself. Chris stood back up and quickly began to undress as well, leaving you dumbfounded at how incredibly attractive he looked as he lifted his strong arms to remove his shirt, unbuttoning his pants and nimbly removing his them along his underwear, as you finally stood naked in front of each other, with his prominent and slightly intimidating cock exposed, it dawned on you that, it was tonight the night you would lose your virginity.

He leaned close to your ear, whispering hotly, “I want your pretty pussy in my face, sit on daddy's face princess, please.”

You shivered and watched as Chris lay back on the bed, you quickly followed him, biting your lip unsure how you would do it, but completely sure what it was all about. You climbed onto the bed and positioned your pussy in his mouth, embarrassed to let yourself fall into it, but you did, giving a little jump of shock as you felt his tongue on your vulva, Chris took hold of your thighs, to lift you up and guide your pussy to his liking and disposal. You felt his fleshy lips kiss the full length of your folds and his big nose squeezing your vulva hard each time he gently shifted positions in your pussy, making the sensation a hundred times better. Chris licked and sucked intensely and thoroughly on your clit, making your thighs quiver in desperation and pleasure, you were so close but for some reason the sensation of your near orgasm was dragging on longer and longer, building up in intensity; Chris slid his tongue, licking your labia and reaching your entrance, sucking making a soft, sonorous slurping sound of your soaking wet pussy. You were on cloud nine, completely out of thoughts, your vision blurred and enjoying your first oral sex, with an older man who was an expert at every single thing he did, you couldn't have asked for anything better.

Chris lifted you up a little and said:

“Ride me, babygirl, fuck my tongue, move over, fuck.”

Then inserted his tongue inside you, making you gasp loudly, even his tongue was reaching a sweet spot in you that made you lose your mind again. You began to move, back and forth, enjoying the sensation of him; you threw your head back with your eyes rolling, Chris caressed your breasts with one hand, pinching your nipples, then bringing that hand quickly to his cock, as it was twitching, and ached a little, Chris stroked his cock and cum intensely in his abs. Sliding scattered drops down his length. Boy had he loved eating you and the delicious taste of your young fluids.

Finally, you came to your orgasm too, so intensely that you felt sorry for yourself at the thought that maybe you had made a mess on Chris. But he was so happy, tasting every drop of you. Awkwardly, you went down on top of him, and dropped your exhausted body on the bed, with the slightest idea that maybe it still left him wanting to fuck you… still you reminded him:

“That was great, daddy, th-thank you.”

Your chest heaved up and down, your world was a blur, the sensations were so new and good to you that your delicate body was exhausted.

“Oh, my pretty baby,” Chris said tenderly.

He sat up, wiping his mouth and chin, parting your legs and positioning his face dangerously in front of your pussy. A mischievous grin formed on his face.

“I'm gonna fuck your pretty pussy, baby, daddy's not done with you yet.”

Chris went back to stroking your clit with his fingertips, getting you wet in seconds. He watched you, panting and a mess for quite a while but Chris wouldn't stop until he felt your guts. An electric shiver ran down your spine, Chris stopped stroking your clit, spit on your vulva, positioned himself and took his erection, rubbing and stroking in your folds his hard length in your puffy, well lubricated pussy, making you more needy until at last, you felt his tip slide into your orifice, stretching every muscle at your entrance, gradually filling your insides, causing Chris to whimper halfheartedly at the sensation of your core deliciously smothering his cock. You gasped in pain and pleasure until you felt his glans tingle deep inside you in your cervix, Chris finally popped your cherry that night. You were a woman now, at least in a context of traditional and conservative phrases, wishing you were his woman every day.

You were a little sore, but so excited, you still asked him, “Da-dddy, can you move slow, please?”

He smiled tenderly at you, “Whatever my babydoll asks.”

His cock was buried in your core and Chris began to gently ram your pussy, kissing you slowly on the lips and moving his caresses down to your neck, it felt so good and when you finally felt you had gotten used to and adjusted to his size, you shyly asked him:

“F-faster daddy, please” you stammered.

Chris smiled sideways and started ramming you deeper and faster, sliding carelessly into your walls, making you gasp in pain but it felt so good, his cock filling every inch of you, you couldn't help but feel haunted by the sensation. Your thighs squeezed his body and your body began to move uncontrollably, your breasts jiggled roughly at each thrust and your insides burned with desire and for his big new visitor. His body collided with yours non-stop, you were breathless, aching and about to cum intensely.

Chris was babbling and moaning things you couldn't understand, he was so close to cumming in you, completely fixated on your insides squeezing his cock. You arched your back, contracting your body, ready to release in your second orgasm.

“Cum for me, fuck, cum on daddy's cock. You like that huh? You like to be fucked hard?”

“Fuuuck, daddy yesss” you squealed, cumming and wetting his cock.

You fell down in surrender, Chris rammed you a couple of times, deeper to climax in you, with the sensation of his cum shot hitting your cervix. Chris pulled out of you, admiring the dirty artistry of your little hole quivering and spurting his bright white cum. Getting him hard in seconds again. Satisfying him so much by leaving you so weak.

“And I'm not done yet, princess.”

You blinked suddenly and Chris grabbed your arm, making you turn around, he opened your folds, exposing your newly destroyed hole, still wet in each other's cum and, he pushed his cock back into you, making you whimper, you were barely recovering when you felt the firmness of his huge cock again in your walls, this time he went in fast, his whole cock, ramming into your pussy, hitting your ass because you didn't even have time to settle, you were lying down, face down, panting and somehow, extremely aroused again.

Chris pounded you hard again, so brutal and primal releasing every frustration of his in your weak body, ramming you hard, making your ass vibrate every time his pelvis and balls collapsed into you. He moved in on you, his arm headlocking you, tightening his grip harder and harder, cutting off your breath slowly without stopping thrusting hard into you.

“You like that, don't you sweet baby? Fuck! You feel so good.”

You couldn't even answer him, besides the fact that he was slowly suffocating you, you couldn't think clearly, you only heard his gasps, yours and the sound of your bodies colliding at such a frantic act. You were so close, just as he was, your breathing was completely cut off, you heard his panting close to your ear, this time you trembled more intensely, and your vision blurred more, begging for air, but in desperation, you cum intensely, almost making yourself cry. Chris softened his grip, letting you catch your breath and cum in you again, spurting out quickly and ejaculating a few loads in your ass.

You couldn't take it anymore. You even forgot your name. You could only remember Chris, who pushed your hair aside and kissed your back.

“That was amazing, beautiful. We're going to have a really fun summer.”

He couldn't help but think of all the ways he wanted to fuck you, treating you like a doll, showering you with pampering afterwards, but damn it, he had to break up with his girlfriend.

You were trying to come back to your senses, but you were so tired and could only think that, somehow, you loved him, and didn't know exactly why.

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𐙚TAGLIST: @rylea08 @hann1bee @iovecb97 @armystay89

[ybklix]

whimsical

summary: Felix grants you all your whims, even the “rarest” ones.

𐙚 pairing: lee felix x fem reader

⊹♡ genre: smut, pwp ⊹♡ warnings: light sub!felix, bestfriend!felix, handjob, oral sex, cum eating, cumplay, pet names, mention of pubes idgaf—so yummy it’s felix, unprotected sex, creampie ⊹♡ word count: 3.7k

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wen’s note: i warned you i needed felix so bad😭 bf brainrot!! it was time to post it, i had this since saturday lol / also naming a fic is lwk hard haha

One of your biggest desires right now is to fuck your best friend. That’s it. You said it—not to him directly—, but you thought about it.

You don’t know what’s going on, but it’s just a drastic change. You’ve always liked your best friend Felix a lot, but for some reason, you’ve been liking him a little more lately.

And you’ve always been direct, but when it comes to your feelings for him, you don’t know exactly how to tell him.

So you start teasing him, like that time you asked for ice cream. All you have to do is say you feel like some cookies and cream, and he immediately calls you excitedly, saying he’d love to take you to his favorite ice cream shop. But no, that time you didn’t feel like going out, you wanted ice cream with him, in your apartment. Felix quickly adapts to your every need and, in return, comes to your apartment and waits a few minutes for your favorite ice cream to arrive at your door, which he ordered for you.

You’re a bit capricious, you admit, so you don’t want to be ungrateful... so lately you’ve had this particular idea in your mind to thank him... a few kisses, caresses, nothing harmful. You’ve been dying to taste Felix for a long time. He is... simply incredible and breathtaking.

That day remains glorious. It was the first time you gave him a sign.

As you eat your ice cream, standing up, walking towards the sofa, you tease him by saying:

“Mmm, those shorts are a little big for you, don’t you think?” you say, amused, taking a lick of your ice cream and looking him straight in the eyes.

Felix has noticed the different way you look at him for some time now and must admit that it makes him nervous, but he likes it. Even so, he feels that you are not at all the sweet best friend he has known for so long.

And then, a subtle movement for you, but something that makes him uneasy and almost tremble. After your comment, your gaze slowly travels until it falls completely on his belt and his very exclusive masculinity, and you playfully lift his shirt a little, revealing a bit of his happy trial, and pull on his belt buckle, just playing and reaffirming your comment a little.

Felix remains motionless, not at all expecting your knuckles to caress his skin and fine hair, right near a very strategic part for him, down his navel, with such an intense gaze.

“Mmm, yes, ah—well, you know I’m thin,” he begins to stammer.

You love putting him like that. He always seems so confident, showing you his abs, telling you if a photo is good enough to post on his Instagram, and now... the slightest touch makes him like this.

It’s no surprise that you’re starting to like Felix; it was only a matter of time. He’s extremely handsome, cute, attentive, and gives you absolutely everything, and that means everything. He spoils you, and you easily treat each other like a couple.

But you’re tired of waiting too long. If you wanted it, you got it fast; it’s the only way Felix taught you. Your only man in your life right now.

So everything happens on an innocent weekend, your weekend when you get together to watch movies and dress up according to the theme of what you’re going to watch, a silly and sweet tradition that kills you with cuteness every time Felix, with his very cute big eyes and angelic face, tries hard to keep doing it with you.

He sends you a message.

Felix🩵 Nemo tonight, right? 🫠 I don't have anything orange, but I wore something nice Hey, don't you think it's weird that we're going to eat sushi while watching Nemo? HAHAH

You feel like he’s not picking up on your signals. You sigh and know that what comes next will be either a joke or something in very poor taste, awkward or satisfying.

You answer him.

hahaha, yess NEMO 2NIGHT i want new lipsticks:((

He replies immediately.

Felix🩵 I'm on my way, almost there Lipsticks? Which ones? I'll get them Give me your sephora cart, I'll buy it

He’s unbelievable; you adore him. Only Felix would buy you all the makeup you could ever dream of and more. You smile mischievously. God, you can’t believe what you are about to say to your poor best friend.

i just idk what shades to pick

Felix🩵 Mmm idk, you like, pink? Everything looks good on you 🤍

i need the perfect shade, lix plss help me

Felix🩵 Ok y/n, show me

You are already typing fast, guilty, so you don’t regret sending it.

And then, finally, Felix knocks on your door even though he knows the passcode to your place, but always waits for you to open the door.

But you had already sent the text.

haha ok nice i think the perfect shade is wait, what’s your tip color?

Your heart races when you realize he’s here. There are so many emotions. You’re embarrassed, proud, you don’t really know. You jump out of bed as soon as you hear him knocking on your door, not even checking to see if he saw the message.

But he did. And his eyes open in amazement. His tip color? Like, his cock tip color? What the fuck?

Felix is still in shock, blushing, and doesn’t even have time to process what’s happening when you’ve already opened the door, smiling broadly, looking radiant as if you hadn’t said anything.

Then he thinks it’s just a joke and that he should let it slide, but he can’t. He wants so badly to know if you liked him too, as much as he likes you.

“Hey, come in,” you said happily, pretending not to suffer from an intense heartbeat. “I’m the girl with the braces... and you...?”

He forgets about everything as soon as he sees you, smiling at you warmly and tenderly.

“Cute pigtails,” he touches one briefly, but remembers why he’s a little agitated when he notices your intense gaze, “ Ahm, I’m the... mmm, the old black and white fish” he starts to stutter, clearly nervous suddenly.

He is wearing his black and white adidas jacket, unzipped, a white sleeveless shirt underneath, and oversized cargo shorts. He looks really cute.

“Ohh, I see. Well, it’s been a while since I watched Nemo.”

And so, you start watching the movie, you lean your body against his, and like always, you’re touchy with him, you can’t help it, his bleached blonde hair is soft, smells good, but its texture is so addictive somehow to tangle your fingers in, his cheeks are soft, his whole body warm; but, you could see and feel him a little tense, different. He returns your touchy affection very slightly, finely, when he is always needy for your caresses and explores your body—in the most innocent spots of you. You know him.

The first 45 minutes of the movie pass and Felix tells you he’s going to get a bottle of water, so you pause the video.

“Do you want anything?” he asks, getting up from the couch.

You shake your head. Felix feels relieved because he thinks that if he spends more time with you, something could happen between you at any moment. All you had to do was pay attention to the way you touch him, not just in a friendly way, your hands on him are with a purpose disguised as innocence. He drinks his water, quenching his sudden thirst for you, just barely, you, his best friend, his... dream woman. He loves you and needs you too much... but how can he express it? If it’s always just you and him, best friends forever.

You wait for him, in a very short time, yet you find yourself checking your cell phone a little and notice that he did indeed see the message. You wonder if he read it... and you also wonder if that’s why he’s been acting strange.

You know Felix, you know it’s not awkwardness, if anything, something was up. His expression is serious, and he seems focused on everything but the movie.

You bite your lip, thinking that maybe tonight will be more special than it seems. Will you take advantage of the situation to hook up with your sweet friend Felix? It would be a dream come true. Your latest whim coming true, like all the others.

Felix returns, trying to act nonchalant, but as soon as he reads your body language of wanting to get dangerously close to him, he understands everything.

You can’t wait any longer. You’ll be direct. If he wants it, he’ll take it now, you’ll enjoy it uncontrollably, and if not, well, you’ve never thought about no. Felix always says yes to you.

He clears his throat.

“Um, should we watch a romcom after this?” he asks nervously.

“Sure,” you reply, standing up from your seat and facing him. It’s time to confront him. “So... Felix Lee, did you read my text?”

“Y-your text?” He avoids looking you in the eye, but glances at you from time to time.

You nod, challenging him and seductively running your tongue along the inside of your cheek, a small gesture that drives him crazy.

“Uh-huh. Yes. About the lipsticks, I really need your help.”

“Oh! That! Of course, which ones do you want to buy? You know you have my card, sweetheart.”

“I know. Thanks, Lix. But you know that’s not the problem.” You start playing with the zipper on his jacket, and you’re so close to him that you notice every angle of his attractive, nervous face, even his body tensing up. “I really want the perfect color. I still think that...” You watch your fingers play with his jacket and then slowly and seductively look up to make eye contact and say, “Your tip’s color is the perfect shade for my lips.”

You smile mischievously and notice how his Adam’s apple moves, showing his reaction and excitement. Okay, you have to admit it sounded a little strange... but you weren't joking when it came to Felix. Your intentions are serious and clear. You want to give it a try.

“Oh! That text... that was” he chuckled nervously, “that was funny.”

He tries to play it cool. He’s so anxious and agitated that he’s afraid it will show.

And it does show. He’s needy for you.

“I wasn’t joking, Felix,” your gaze falls on him, heavy and intense.

You want to make him give in so sweetly.

“Oh, you weren’t?”

“So, will you help me?” you interrupt him.

“Excuse me?”

“Will you help me with that? Will you show me?”

Felix stammers, unsure of what to say. But he could never say no to you, especially about something he's wanted for so long. It’s clear that the tension is building and things are escalating between you.

“Wait. So, are you for real?”

“I really mean it, Lix,” you whisper close to his lips.

You tease him by moving closer and brushing against his body.

“So... will you let me see it now?” you repeat, closer to his lips.

Felix tenses up even more. He wants to say yes, to move, but he’s under so much pressure, mesmerized and so turned on. You take the water bottle he was clutching so tightly and place it on your coffee table, turning back to him, caressing the smooth skin of his arms, your fingertips delighting in his gently protruding veins.

Felix sighs and nods softly, his Adam’s apple moving once again, his lips parting, ready to speak, not quite sure what to say; but you think that the idea of seeing his cock for the first time, just like that, is a little rushed. Yes, you want to fuck him, you’re so horny that you need him and his hard cock right now, and the tension between you wasn’t helping. But you also adore him madly, so it impulsively occurred to you that you should start slowly, taste his lips first. You always wanted that too; it was unfair.

You see his hands reaching for his belt, but you stop him.

“Wait, kiss me first.”

He just does anything you say. His eyes looking big, shiny, and submissive.

“Sure,” he whispers, barely audible, trembling.

You bring your lips close to his. You embrace his body, and he quickly does the same with yours, delicately taking you by the waist and timidly exploring your body, your back, and your hips. It’s the same paradise for both of you. At first, it’s rushed, passionate, clumsy, but tender. It takes a few seconds for you to adapt to each other’s movements and find a delicious rhythm.

Felix’s lips are plump; you always wanted to kiss them but weren’t sure if you should cross that line. But that doesn’t matter right now. It’s a passionate moment, sweet but sizzling, mouths colliding, breaths cut short, exquisitely dirty sounds, his tongue playing with yours, and your body sticking to his, rubbing delicately against his much-needed erection that he is currently experiencing.

You separate, although neither of you seems to want to. You still linger in each other’s mouths, breathing hot and slowly, brushing lips. Felix feels so consumed by the situation that he whispers, somewhat dazed,

“So... does this mean...?”

He can’t finish his sentence, but he knows that kiss had a deep meaning. It was like saying what you never dared to say. That you not hesitating to kiss each other was a very clear sign that there was already something there.

You smile. You know what he’s talking about and finish his sentence. “That I like you, Felix, yes. And... I want to thank you for always being so good to me.”

Your gaze rises from his softly sucking lips to his docile gaze, tender yet lascivious, then descends to the beautiful freckles on his face, which give him an innocent and harmless appearance. And, to tell the truth, that is exactly how he feels now under your touch.

He wants to think it’s the innocence of seeing each other like this for the first time, with desire, or at least revealing it to one another. The innocence of your first caresses with passionate affection, of your first kiss… but your intentions go beyond something innocent.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

You smile and kneel slowly, caressing his body on your way to his erection.

“I know,” you reply, lifting your chin and looking him in the eyes. “We can work this out.”

You sigh without him noticing and look at his bulge. You’re just as nervous and aroused, despite appearing confident. You feel your femininity pulsing, you’re so ready.

Felix blushed, watching your hands unbuckle his belt. He doesn’t want to say it, he’s embarrassed, but he also doesn't want to stop, or give you an unpleasant surprise, so he suddenly blurts out nervously:

“W-wait,” which catches your attention abruptly. You’re about to pull down his boxers. “It’s just that… I-I haven’t fully shaved yet.”

Felix didn’t expect his best friend, whom he has a crush on, to suck his dick like that, right there in her own living room.

A big smile forms on what was once your attentive and concerned face at whatever Felix had to say. You find him cute, since he’s blushing.

“Oh, I don’t care about that, Lix. It’s okay.”

You pull down his underwear, making Felix moan from the sensations of releasing his cock and the fabric rubbing against his sensitivity. You glance briefly at his penis and then look up at him. Felix looks down at you, still looking so damn handsome even from that angle. He’s still embarrassed about not having his private area ‘clean,’ but you give him a warm, knowing smile; you find it cute that he’s like this because he only overreacted a little.

He looks perfect. It almost pisses you off how perfect he looks. His cock looks perfect—thick, needy, throbbing. Just the right size to fill your mouth, to make you taste every inch of him. And for some reason, it turns you on even more that he’s clearly shaved recently—but it didn’t help much; his hair is already growing back. You wouldn’t even have noticed if he hadn’t mentioned it. Now it’s just a tiny detail that makes you even wetter—the subtle roughness of his skin, the faint stubble where he’d shaved, trailing toward his thick, hard shaft. So ready for you to taste him.

You’ll still take him just like that, and you do. You’re slightly desperate. You take his cock in your hand, feeling the softness of its texture, and you can’t resist bringing it closer to your lips. You rub his mauve pinkish warm tip on your lips, gently smearing yourself with his precum, and then you open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and let his throbbing cock rest on it while your hand pumps the rest of its length.

Felix gasps, groans from deep within, moans hoarsely, with difficulty, and heavy, ragged breathing. He feels so hot that he takes off his jacket and throws it weakly onto the sofa. And finally, he decides to take your head, caressing your hair, the two high pigtails that he initially thought made you look extremely cute, and now desire and dirty thoughts surrounded him, thinking that he could cum on them if possible. You are both so horny.

You start to put his cock in your mouth, filling yourself with every inch of it, sucking it hard and starting to swallow it. In seconds, it becomes dirty and obscene. You savor and revel in it, caressing every part of him —your tongue and hands greedy, gliding from the smooth skin of his abs to the soft weight of his balls. You take his cock out from time to time, licking and savoring its entire length. You’re dripping. Saliva strings from your lips to his tip, your chin sticky, your breath messy, and between your thighs, your cunt clenches, throbbing, demanding its turn.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted, so you can’t help but smile as his cock fills you up. You look into his eyes, Felix is whimpering, babbling, and cursing in muffled moans, being so stimulated that his pretty eyes start to water. He’s so close.

“I just... want to thank you for always giving me what I ask for. How do you do it?”

You start talking, speeding up your hand to satisfy him. Felix whimpers and throws his head back, sounding so needy, letting you do whatever you want to him.

“I’m doing everything I can, love. For you,” he replies with difficulty.

All his muscles tense, every part of him begging for release.

“Fuck! I’m about to cum,” he announces, his voice trembling.

Adrenaline and desire fill your body, making your heart beat fast, waiting for his much-desired cum. You look into his eyes as you feel his body tremble, his cock twitching in your hand, so you hurry and put it in your mouth, filling yourself with his warm burst of ejaculation. Felix whimpers even more as he cums intensely and releases every drop of himself.

You drink his semen with satisfaction, remembering the particular flavor of your best friend, and take his collapsed cock out of your mouth, playfully fiddling with his shaft near your lips, adorning yourself with small white drops.

But you still can’t stop. You suddenly stand up.

“Should we continue?”

You’re always so unpredictable. Felix looks at you expectantly and lets you gently push his body, leading him to sit on your sofa. He’s still recovering, his cock is somewhere between soft and hard, but his situation becomes more difficult when he sees you quickly undressing.

He moans as he feels your warm pussy press against his sensitive member, sitting on top of him, his cock twitches under you, still slick, still recovering. Your folds on his new erection, moving subtly on top of him. He stiffens again when he feels your labia grind down on him. He’s sensitive as hell, but helpless to resist you.

You take his shirt off, appreciating his abs and the cute, barely visible freckles on his shoulders. You hold on to them, position his cock at your entrance, and slowly let yourself fall onto it. You both moan at the sensation that surrounds you. Felix feels your wetness and walls throbbing around his length, and he bites his lower lip hard, still so sensitive, but he wants to fuck you, or you to fuck him. He grabs your waist and lets you ride him at the pace you set. Everything feels so good to him.

You start to sway your hips, sliding on his cock, lifting your ass, first slowly and precisely, then desperately, fast and needily. You kiss him hard, hug him, press your forehead against his, and let yourself be carried away by the moment. Felix slowly loses his shyness and plays with your breasts; you can feel his desperation and pleasure. You are so close, and your pussy and body feel so particularly satisfied that you arch your back and throw your head and torso back, without losing the rhythm.

You come back and cling to him, whimpering his name in his ear as you feel overwhelmed by your next orgasm, and you come, your thighs trembling, his cock inside you to the hilt. Felix cums with a cry, hips twitching under your thighs, spilling his semen inside you seconds later, pleasantly used. Finally, filling you with all his desire for you.

“You’re a spoiled little brat, you know that?” he jokes breathlessly.

You smile, breathing deeply into the crook of his neck, collapsed and satisfied, and then you lift your head weakly to look at him.

“I adore you,” he confesses.

You gently rub your nose against his.

“Me too,” you give him a quick kiss. “Should we watch Shrek next?”

He rolls his eyes playfully at your sudden change, as usual.

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[ybklix]

young and beautiful

𐙚 pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The love of your life, and you begin to reflect on your future. ౨ৎ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: fluff, suggestive smut, established relationship, idol felix implied. ⊹ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3k

young and beautiful by lana del rey

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wen’s note: hot summer nights, mid july... 🚬 (it's art, i love lana so much and i couldnt miss the chance of another year without writing something around this song at the right timing lol, happy mid july!); it reminded me when hyunjin showed felix this song and he was falling asleep to lana's voice lol

Felix had thought it through enough. He had considered it enough, gone through enough silent crises, but now he knew—he had always known—but this time he was extremely determined. You are the love of his life.

And everyone around him, in his world and close circle, knew that he loved you intensely.

So, with his heart almost in his throat, his skin pale and his mouth dry, he invited you on this trip. He used the excuse that he wanted a vacation with you and had organized everything in secret to surprise you with the news, hoping you wouldn’t question him.

You didn’t. You knew your boyfriend was spontaneous, absent-minded, but when it came to serious things, things he truly took seriously, his expression changed completely; he smiled little and looked at you intensely as he said, “I know your schedule is free these days and we’re supposed to rest here, but since my schedule is also free... but how about going to France with me?”

That time, you examined his face, his serious expression, the way he breathed, and you thought then that it was a trick... Your mind immediately deceived you, and your chest tightened a little, thinking that he was about to tell you that he suddenly had business in France, something to cover with the luxury brand he worked for, and that his invitation was his subtle way of telling you that he would be busy but needed you with him. Just as he had done many times before, and you always adapted to him.

“France?” you replied, “Did something suddenly come up that you have to go?”

At least you were direct that time. But Felix was doing his best not to tremble with nerves right in front of you, as he really didn’t want you to suspect anything at all.

“No. Of course not. I mean, I planned a trip for the two of us.”

And those were the most wonderful days, although Felix had to admit that he was still quite nervous. How was he supposed to know what to do next? Every part of him felt like he was about to faint and lose consciousness.

You… you had no idea, you were having a great time, falling more in love with Felix with every second you spent with him, spending the first two days in Paris and, on the second day, to start the third day of your trip, he suggested you pack again, not believing what he was saying. Another spontaneous trip to another place far from the busy city, a place abundant with nature, beautiful lakes, and all the bright and beautiful things that, to Felix, made you look even more beautiful surrounded by them: flowers, natural landscapes…

He was very specific with you, telling you that he wanted you to wear that pink dress he suggested you pack from the beginning, using the sweet excuse, “Oh, I have a suit with pink details and I want us to match! We can take lots of pictures together, honey!” And then he proceeded to kiss you tenderly, so you packed it, without the slightest suspicion of his true intentions.

However, you were certainly beginning to notice some strange behavior in Felix, as if he seemed paranoid or was very attentive to his surroundings, and you thought it was because you were both taking a dangerous risk by going out in public to enjoy your time together like any normal person. But Felix wasn’t just any normal person, not in the eyes of others, not in the eyes of the public. But the thought was short-lived, because every night he was the same again, the same vulnerable Felix in your arms, the one who has to hug you to sleep well, the one who tells you every one of his jokes and waits to see your smile at every moment. He was your boyfriend again, the love of your life, whose closeness and touch made you swoon and question over and over again how it was possible that you could love someone so much? How could you feel so intensely whenever you were with him?

The two of you moved each other’s worlds in the sweetest, purest, and best way possible.

Upon arriving at the place, you were completely amazed. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but have a lot of questions for your boyfriend: “What? Why? Felix, what is this place? How long have you been planning this? Where did you even find it?”

“I just want this trip to be so special and unforgettable.”

You had no idea that he had been planning this beautiful trip for months—and the other and most important thing, and the real purpose of the trip—because someone like Felix couldn’t just leave the city where he worked as often as he pleased. And then, you began to appreciate his effort, and an almost inhuman burden of tenderness filled your soul. He was loving you, spoiling you… but why so suddenly? Why during the middle of a hot July summer? Why did you think your boyfriend was so attached to the idea that this particular trip together, unlike the others, would be particularly perfect?

You could see it and feel it, Felix’s determination and focus. You knew him so well. Something was up, but you couldn’t exactly point your finger at what.

But you began to suspect something when you saw how gorgeous Felix looked in that suit he didn’t show you at first, but just did a moment ago. In addition to doing everything he could to style his hair properly—since he was used to the hard work of his stylists—he asked you for a little help and also nervously asked you, with his big, bright, tender-hearted eyes, if he would look good in the photos looking like that, without makeup.

But of course, there was absolutely nothing to worry about with you. He knew you would look stunning in any photo, wearing anything. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and his heart beat intensely every time he saw you wearing makeup and that dress, taking his breath away and making his mind fantasize about the sweet idea... that in the future, that emotion of his and that image of you that he was treasuring forever in his memory would transform into a warmer and more unforgettable day. A moment forever, once in a lifetime.

You laughed, thinking he was overreacting, that it would just be a couple of photos taken with your cell phones. You kissed the bridge of his nose and appreciated his freckles, telling him that he looked beautiful just the way he was.

And finally, Felix’s plan was set in motion. A romantic and unforgettable dinner, still with the light of day supporting you on what would be, for Felix, his most difficult day so far.

“It’s... very nice, Felix, really, why are you trying so hard to surprise me?”

The scenery was beautiful. A beautiful garden, surrounded by flowers, with a romantically decorated table and chairs, the table set with food, ready for you two lovers to sit down, enjoy, and chat. It was like a fairy tale.

Felix was truly overwhelmed, nervous, not even sure if he could eat a bite, but he had to act like he was fine. Until now, the most genuine of his emotions had been loving you.

“We needed this kind of date... planned, beautiful, not just on special occasions like our anniversary, Valentine’s Day, or our birthdays... I just want to spoil you,” he replied, coming closer to you, taking you by the waist, and looking at you adoringly. “I love you.”

And being with you certainly made everything easier for Felix. You never failed to impress him with how you softened his soul, if that was even possible, and if it was, you were the only one capable of that and much more... of awakening in him something so pure and overwhelming that he never wanted it to stop; the feeling was sweetly addictive. It was you. It was love.

But after finishing eating and chatting, and after drinking a little wine, he felt the pressure again; it was becoming real.

He was going to do it.

“Should we explore the place?” he said suddenly, nervous and swallowing, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat.

“Sure,” you replied, worrying slightly about him.

Felix quickly got up from his chair and took your hand. The beautiful garden impressed you, and the lovely sight of your boyfriend walking through it was simply wonderful, so between giggles, compliments, and gentle caresses, you took pictures of him, without even knowing that you were capturing a before and after for him and for both of you, a special transformation in who you were, in your relationship, and in your love.

He guided you around the place, telling you a little about how his French friend had suggested the perfect place, that he had been planning it since March to relax with you, and all the little things, telling you only the surface of the truth. Because the truth was that Felix and you had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a long time, you had gone through many ups and downs, sometimes the downs were so strong and destructive that they overshadowed the ups, but you stayed together because you loved each other and couldn’t leave each other, because you knew exactly what you were getting into when you got involved with someone like him, and you both discussed it, knowing that his life was hectic and revolved around perfection... and yet you took the risk, you tried, and you both fought for the connection you had, which is still very strong and lasting to this day.

And even though his life was seemingly perfect, for him, there was nothing better than being with you. So... he thought about it a lot, had many crises, questioned everything, because in the end, you were both still very young and he was at the peak of his career... but the feeling and thought kept him awake at night. He loved you too much, he couldn’t imagine a life without you, you had known each other for years, you had been together for years... was it the right time to take the next step?

Felix thought it over many times, spoke seriously with his sisters, his father, his mother, seeking advice, comfort, and support. He was desperate, but the only thing he was sure of was how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and if that meant an official ceremony to seal your love—in front of the church, which fascinated him more than anything—alongside your closest family and friends, he would do it. He will marry you.

Even though you had already had that kind of conversation, openly and genuinely confessing that one day you would get married, live together, and spend the rest of your lives with each other. At first, it was corny, those confessions you used to make in your most vulnerable moments, when your heart seemed to rule your brain, and it stayed that way for a while. Then it became more serious, confirming that you did want to marry each other, and you talked seriously about it, that in a couple of years... when he turned past 25, when he will be maybe 27, 28, and getting married before 30 was the ideal plan for both of you; that you would love an intimate proposal, without excess, without exaggerated decoration, that it would be a unique, magical moment, just you and him. You were planning your future together, with racing hearts, shining eyes, and words full of hope.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. And he knew you couldn’t either. You were still too young, but it all just felt right. A life together with you.

Felix stopped dead in his tracks. It was the right place. In front of the pond, nature filling the air with its scent and decorating your bodies. It was the perfect shot.

“I have something very important to tell you.”

He said that, nervously. It was time. He stood in front of you, took your hands, looked at the ground, licked his lips, and looked up to stare at you. He was almost trembling.

You nodded, signaling that you were listening attentively. You admired Felix; he looked so handsome today, and you thought about how perfect this trip had been, that there was nothing more Felix than this, his romantic dates, tinged with beautiful flowers and the perfect undertones of a fairy tale. It was typical to think about taking you to Paris, to explore the place popularly known as romantic... but he was still himself, gave it his touch, he made it more magical, beautiful. You felt like a princess right now.

A few seconds of silence passed, and his serious, sparkling gaze and tense body perpetuated everything and made your world spin. Your heart began to race, and you almost trembled beside him. You couldn’t believe it was true, but you knew exactly what it was.

“You know... I love you so, so much,” he almost began to stammer, his pulse betraying him, “and...”

Felix blinked, thinking, right, this is the part where you kneel, Felix; feeling overwhelmed that he was about to give his speech standing in front of you.

You watched him do it, slowly, and your world stopped right there. You opened your eyes in surprise, and suddenly every particle in your body became so sensitive, and you felt your blood flow drop abruptly from your body. It was happening. You looked at Felix, vulnerably kneeling in front of you, struggling to form words, his eyes shining when he saw you.

“I just can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I want you in it—in my life, forever. I want to grow old with you, plan every little move I make... together with you, I want to love you, take care of you until my last breath. I want you to love me like you do forever and be by my side... Y/n, please—”

Felix was about to cry, his voice trembling with a lump in his throat, letting out thoughts he had kept locked away in his mind and heart. He sometimes found it hard to cry, sometimes it was so easy, being vulnerable with you became his favorite thing. He didn’t know how to truly express himself at that moment; he even wrote a speech in the notes on his phone, prepared himself, memorized it, wrote down what he loved most about you, but he completely forgot it when he was standing there in front of you. He knew you understood.

It was a sweet speech... in which he reflected on his strict and hard life and how your arrival was the most sincere proof of love. Felix, in his world of glamour, had seen and felt it all, lived a brilliant world of luxury, experienced love in many areas—the public adoring him... but there was nothing like the different world you made him feel; absolutely nothing compared to you and your warm soul, the way you saw the world, the way you loved him.

He finally took the engagement ring box out of his pocket and showed it to you—the most beautiful and exquisite diamond—his hands trembling, on the verge of the sweetest collapse. But the ring was no more dazzling than the question and the memory that will always live in your mind until the end of your days. From the precious image of the love of your life saying:

“Will you marry me?”

You felt dizzy, then the adrenaline rushed through you. A flood of emotions all at once, only to be summed up in a happy:

“Yes! Felix, yes!”

He stood up, almost staggering from the lack of strength, but he felt a great relief as soon as you leapt at him and felt your warm arms around his body. As soon as your bodies touched and you breathed in each other’s scent, you broke down completely, sweet sobs of happiness, warm tears of love decorating each other’s cheeks.

He held you tight, holding on to that moment.

“I love you so much, Felix,” you confessed, hugging him tightly and in a weak whisper, you were so fragile and vulnerable.

Felix respected your wish. The proposal was intimate, just you, him, and the beautiful memories, and a very private photographer he hired to hide behind a bush and capture the sweetest of moments.

With the ring on your finger, your bodies trembling and your souls vulnerable, you both spent your first night as each other’s fiancés. Felix promised to spend the rest of his life with you.

And as you both got ready for bed, you couldn’t help but blurt out, still stunned by the idea of being with him, walking down the altar... growing up, starting a family, having a home...

“Are you really going to love me even when I’m old? Wow, it’s just that—I’m speechless.”

In the superficial world Felix lived in, with beauty surrounding him wherever he went... all that lost its meaning. What good was that beauty if it made him feel so lonely in his saddest moments? What good was that beauty if what he admired most about you was your soul, and he knew that you would evolve as a person—alongside him—you would grow... but you would always remain the same person he fell in love with.

That night, your bodies became one, your hands on his back with your ring brushing against his skin and naked body. You yielded to each other, whispering and panting each other’s names, writhing in pleasure and love until you fell deeply exhausted.

One of many nights of passion and intense love for the rest of your lives, in the future.

𐙚 general taglist: @rylea08 @hann1bee @iovecb97 @armystay89 @lolareadsimagines @ayyonoona @do-you-remember-summer-127 @wildtokay @korthbum @hyune-sssne @oddracha @choso4u @life-is-a-game-of-thrones @bokkiesluv @thvsuga @myrkhive

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KINKTOBER! ⁺˚⋆｡✧

˚‧｡⋆ SKZ ‘24, the masterlist:

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OT8 INTRO: LUST

synopsis: Lee Minho plans a little getaway with his closest friends, their wives, and you, his girlfriend and most adored and prized possession, right after he intentionally reads your private diary and leaves him wandering with your writing about something particular.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

☾ BANG CHAN ☽˚.⋆

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

synopsis: As part of a college assignment, you interview a peculiar doctor about his success and long career, but then he starts telling you about the odd and unbelievable lifestyle he used to lead that got him there, claiming to be something you find funny at first, but then you get caught up in the details, causing tension and questioning reality. pairing: vampire!chrisbahng x inexperiencedfem!reader ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🦇 ✧˚.🔮 cw: corruption kink, breeding, choking, +more...

☾ LEE KNOW ☽˚.⋆

somebody’s watching me

synopsis: Meeting a mysterious and secretive man thrills every part of you, but unknowingly, he watches you from his window on a lonely night, not realizing that it will ignite a new behavior in him. pairing: lee minho x camgirl!femreader ★ ₊ .˙⊹.🕯️˚˖ cw: voyeurism, sex toys, perv tendencies, +more...

☾ CHANGBIN ☽˚.⋆

like lovers do

synopsis: Your new boss is quite interesting, so the night lends itself to a few drinks and the discovery of never-before-explored bodies in such an inappropriate but magnetic act. pairing: ceo!seochangbin x fem!reader ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🦇 ✧˚.🔮 cw: deepthroat, dom/sub tendencies, sir kink, +more...

☾ HYUNJIN ☽˚.⋆

ART DECO

synopsis: An eccentric and peculiar artist, whose art is well known for its captivating and erotic method, is fascinated by you, who naively thought you just accepted a small job for him. pairing: dom!hyunjin x sub!femreader ★ ₊ .˙⊹.🕯️˚˖ cw: shibari ropeplay, bdsm, +more...

☾ HAN ☽˚.⋆

MIDNIGHT SHADOWS october 18th

synopsis: After discovering his wife's infidelity, a sorrowful man seeks fun and solace on a peculiar and dark night, whose twisted games of fate lead him to meet you, in such a strange way, in what seems to be a forbidden place where he shouldn't be. pairing: han jisung x fem!reader ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🦇 ✧˚.🔮 cw: amaurophilia, facefucking, impact play, +more...

☾ FELIX ☽˚.⋆

nocturnal whispers october 21st

synopsis: On a long and tedious night, you and your boyfriend decide to spend some time, openly trying new things. pairing: lee felix x fem!femreader ★ ₊ .˙⊹.🕯️˚˖ cw: roleplay, sex toys, dreg kink, +more...

☾ SEUNGMIN ☽˚.⋆

unspoken storm

synopsis: On an unfortunate night of heavy rain you find yourself stuck without being able to move forward, until a kind man sees you and offers to give you lodging until the rain stops but he turns out to be your teacher; once being alone leads you to get to know each other better in such a specific way, exploring dangerous territories and forbidden fantasies. pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🦇 ✧˚.🔮 cw: spanking, corruption kink, +more...

☾ I.N. ☽˚.⋆

hotel california october 28th

synopsis: A young and naive Jeongin stays for a few days in a mysterious hotel with a certain strange vibe out of necessity but decides to stay after meeting you and in a way, until he has you, but everyone around him seems to keep secrets. pairing: rockstar!yangjeongin x fem!reader ★ ₊ .˙⊹.🕯️˚˖ cw: roleplay, chocking, +more...

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OT8: Season of the witch october 31st

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INTERLUDES🕸️

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

BAHNG CHAN

⟶ pretty when you cry

⟶ in the night

⟶ teacher’s pet

⟶ dollhouse

⟶ playground

⟶ big bad wolf

⟶ be my daddy

⟶ sweater weather

⟶ little red riding hood

⟶ enjoy the ride

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

LEE MINHO

⟶ the uninvited

⟶ sad girl

⟶ behind closed doors

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

SEO CHANGBIN

⟶ asylum

⟶ onsen

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

HWANG HYUNJIN

⟶ lost muse ₊

⟶ ultraviolence

⟶ night time, my time

⟶ allure

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

HAN JISUNG

⟶ doll parts

⟶ don’t talk to strangers

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶��　 ⊹

LEE FELIX

⟶ trick or treat!

⟶ sinner

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

KIM SEUNGMIN

⟶ illicit affairs

⟶ veil of innocence

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

YANG JEONGIN

⟶ a little death

⟶ gods & monsters

⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

OT8 / fem!reader x specific members:

⟶ LIAR (ot8)

⟶ burning desire (ot8 - 3 part series)

⟶ fight club (chan & minho)

⟶ I put a spell on you (han, felix, seungmin)

⟶ intruders (han & felix)

🎃 ̊ ̟ ꒷ ꒦ 🦇 ꒦ ꒷ ̟ ̊ 🎃

happy fall and spooky season⭒✧˖°.🕷 ๋࣭ ⭑✮₊ ⊹

playlist (i'm still working on it)

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playing with his hair

giirrrl idk, a feral thought maybe; bf!felix x fem!reader w his long hair since i’m too lazy to make it a whole detail fic for now lol so, (i deadass tried to make it a drabble but it pass the 1k words😮‍💨)

genre - warnings: smut, fluff!! dry humping, handjob, grinding, unprotected piv, mention of cockwarming, idol bf felix btw

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is what i have to deal with everyday, actually, oopsies, he’s next to me rn! also writing in present it’s so new, I like to read it when yall write like that, but I’ll stick with past tense😁 edit: girl i had this in the drafts for days, but he was a little too happy in his recent promoting video, he’s sleeping outside, someone pick him up /jk srly pls

Felix likes to try new hairstyles ever since he let grow his hair, he feels very confident with it and likes the way you randomly stroke it every time you’re together.

Your idea of fun is one of those very rare free afternoons for him since he’s all the time busy at work; it’s when you’re just chilling together at your place because you feel too lazy to go out but very comfortable with each other’s company.

Your days are simple, and your hours with him are very limited but he always makes sure to enjoy being with him; so you try to do everything at once, watch a movie, talk, lay on his chest while he’s playing games on his cell phone… and suddenly, just playing around, with you sitting on his lap in front of him, giggling while playing with his hair.

“Fuck, your hair is so fried” you tease him with a smile, looking at your fingers entangling with his straight hair.

He pouts, “Stop, then don’t touch it…” he responds also joking, just watching you with heart and sparkling eyes.

Felix rests his hands on your tights and caresses them softly. You down your gaze to meet his, he’s suddenly looking at you so sweetly that makes your cheeks get a little warm.

“Can I play with it?” you asked joyfully.

“With what?”

“Your hair” you replied in an obvious tone, “I can do pigtails, braids, middle part, side part” you continue to say, laughing while playing with his hair.

Felix chuckles softly, completely in love, closing his eyes sometimes, then looking up at your arms.

“Wait here” you speak again, standing up from his lap and going to get a comb, hair ties, bobby pins and some random hair clips to take pictures of him just for fun.

“You can also do my make-up if you want” he comments, raising his thick voice so you can hear him.

You sit back down on his lap.

“Oh no, you wear makeup almost every day, let your face rest today” you answer, kissing him tenderly on the bridge of his nose, hiding a little bit the fact that you love seeing your boyfriend’s bare face, straight black eyelashes, big dark eyes, full lips, cheeks and nose with freckles all over.

You laugh at doing whatever you want with his hair, taking silly pictures every time you find him adorable, just giggling saying your favorite inside jokes, then ending with a bow on his hair.

“You can really use me, huh” Felix says, giving you a funny but adorable look with his eyes wide open.

Felix starts caressing your back, with more consistent and intense caresses and he suddenly realizes how you haven’t kissed each other on the lips the whole time, so he moves closer to you and you without hesitation receive his kiss, following a tender and slow rhythm at first, pressing your lips together in a delicate lip rubbing, but you’re a bit desperate when it comes to each other, so your boyfriend catches his breath between kisses and looks himself at the work of being more glued and pouncing on you, with his touches all over your body, from your thighs to your back, slipping his hands under your blouse to feel your bare skin.

Your make out starts to heat up precipitously that you can feel the growing erection in his shorts, so, with your hands wrapped around his neck, you begin to move over his cock, pressing it to your core and stimulating you both. At this point, your pussy is throbbing and you feel slightly heated. You’re always impressed by how incredibly fast you want and desire him. You both moan softly at the friction. As you pull apart you smile slightly mischievously at him and for some reason you start kissing his neck, which Felix loves so, causing him to give you a huge tender smile showing his teeth, clutching his grip on your hips tighter.

You pull away once more to meet the wide grin on his face, which gently turns into a slightly strained expression as you continue to move your body against his erection, Felix gasps, his lips forming a soft expression of satisfaction this time with his submissive facing enjoying the naughty act of crushing his cock with your center, with your clothes on.

“Fuck, baby, it feels so good” Felix sighs, biting his slightly swollen, full lips, lowering his gaze to your pussy being trapped in him, moving his erection back and forth, guiding your hips for better movement.

You smile satisfactorily at him in response, each time feeling the heat of your body and pussy brush against your panties, wetting them all over, just playing more with your arousal. You see him, he looks so fucking cute and yet so hot with the last few hairstyles you gave him, two little high ponytails with bows leaving the rest of his hair loose, he looked silly cute, but serious manly moans coming out of him contrasts somehow so perfectly.

Felix sighs again sonorously, his legs shaking a little, he doesn’t think he can take it long enough without cumming if you keep moving so dedicatedly on him so he speaks again:

“Mmm, c’mon baby, take off your clothes, or do you want me to take you to bed.”

A pleasant shock goes through your body as you hear him a little more needy, you’re not thinking straight and you don’t want to pull away from him so you just reply a simple, “It’s okay like this, Lix.”

With your heart beating fast you grab his shorts, indicating you want to pull them down, Felix helps you right away, releasing his pink, needy, throbbing cock, you look down at his member and then at the same time you join gazes, Felix looks at you so needy and innocent, his big eyes begging you to touch him, you can’t help but melt every time he does that and in a needy sigh, with your cheeks a little red, you stand up, embarrassed, pulling down your comfy cloth shorts along with your panties, climbing back onto his lap, catching your boyfriend licking his lips at the sight of your cute bare mons venus.

Felix smiles, so excited at the thought of feeling you on him again, now with the sensation of your warm wet center in him, he gets more excited at the thought that you were finally going to settle on him ready to fuck, however, you start pumping his entire erect length, making him gasp loudly as he throws his head back, marking his bulging Adam's apple in his throat. Felix returns to his posture, looking straight into you with desire, biting his lip as you with a smile, touch all over his cock, stroking his tip gently with your fingers, feeling his stiffness and the slight sticky precum sliding down your hand as you jerk him off.

You’re so wet, and Felix is getting over the edge, so you finally accommodate your body, squeezing your pussy tighter on his cock, grinding on it a little before you put his cock inside you, encouraging in him more arousal if that was possible, teasing him and you at the sensation of his dick rub between your labia, until you feel his throbbing member so foreplayed, and until you see your boyfriend’s sweet expression as he can’t resist anymore and, finally you insert his rigid manhood completely in you. The temperature of both your bodies rises, it feels so fucking good to be filled by him, every move you make comes out of pure bliss, panting, sliding on his cock in a rhythm that makes him shudder and moan; Felix feels every part of his body beat intensely, enjoying every thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck, l-ove, ke-keep going please, I’m gonna cum, fuuck” he whimpers, desperate in a high-pitched tone, closing his eyes.

Felix thinks about the idea of cumming all of him inside you, of filling you up, brings him to a better ecstasy and in a thick sigh of relief and satisfaction, he manages to cum, relaxing a bit all the tension built in his body, making his thighs restless in soft tingling and trembling. You rest your hands on his shoulders and hide your face on the side of his neck, moaning close to his ear and with your face brushing against his soft hair, gently overwhelming you with his sweet scent, you bite your lip at the sensation of his hot semen shooting inside you and you also sense you’re so close to your climax that, despite being slightly tired, you intensify and increase each movement, sliding a little more slippery as you are filled with his cum. You hug him without thinking, your walls squeeze his sensitive cock still stuck in your core, you’re climaxing so intensely that you open your mouth almost in an inaudible squeal, your vision blurs for a few seconds and you let yourself release completely onto your boyfriend.

You feel the joining of agitated chests and breaths, Felix hug you warmly wrapping your back, once again your body melts at the slightest touch of his, but you can’t help but feel him so close to you, acting tenderly. Felix doesn’t even have to say it, but you know he loves you, you feel it too, so you relax your body on top of him, stroke his hair and he gives you a soft kiss on your shoulder as he caresses your back and keeps you in such a vulnerable position with both sexes together, with you on top of him until you decide to move.

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𐙚TAGLIST: @rylea08 @hann1bee @iovecb97 @armystay89 @bubblebisk

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homewrecker!

★ pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader x lee minho part two

✦summary: The summer you thought would be boring, starts to become entertaining once you meet two beautiful mature men with whom you look forward to having fun for a while, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Minho, whose perfect lives with wives and children become entangled in their own downfall as they fail to control themselves with your sweet and wicked game of seduction.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, bit angst, dilf hyunjin & minho, sub!hyunjin, dom!miho, cheating, age gap, sugar daddy, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, grinding, pet names (some dreg), kinks: breeding, daddy, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of spanking, slapping.

₊ ⊹ word count: 17.7k

masterlist - taglist ⭑.ᐟ

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ NOTES: nerd hyunjin from mountains mv as main inspo of his looks!!

miniplaylist: she by harry styles / cola by lana del rey / homewrecker by marina / older by isabel larosa

a/n: thinking about nerdy dilf hyunjin since this post of mine hehe & added minho for more fun lol EDIT: this extended too much, sorry, so I decided to split it in a part 2♡

divider by youre-ackermine

Everything started in that summer, a messy and unforgettable summer where you explored lands of desire, madness, passion, and lust.

You never thought spending the summer at your older sister’s house with her newly formed family would be so much fun, you were in paradise, surrounded by attractive mature men who lost their sanity with your slightest affection and youth; Hwang Hyunjin as a private tutor, Lee Minho as your neighbor, two men whose mid-life crisis went off in a war against themselves by not knowing how to control themselves with your sweet and perverse game of flirting, which you were not going to stop until you obtained your goal, no matter obstacles in the way, like their perfect lives, families and wives, you just wanted to have some fun. You never took it seriously, just some good sex, until the circumstances changed, sometimes not always for good reasons…

It all started, to be exact, on a Friday afternoon when your older sister picked you up from one of your friend’s house, where you stayed after leaving your college dorm for the summer. To be honest, you had two options: go to your parents’ house in your small town for the break, where you would be forced to take any job, or spend it at your sister’s big new house with her very well-behaved 7-year-old stepson and her husband, who was offering you a chance to visit his workplace sometimes, which was more than a dream since Mr. Bahng was a well-known and respected prosecutor and would feed your knowledge in your degree. The second option sounded pretty good for you, plus you’d be very useful to Missy, your sister, by taking care of little Chase, Bahng Chan’s son, from time to time.

You didn’t see anything wrong with the situation, you adored your sister even though she was a few years older than you, you were best friends without a problem, so you knew you wouldn’t have a dull moment, at least not all the time. Missy met Bahng Chan when she was 24 and studying for her graduate degree, Chan was then, her professor, 32 years old, a year divorced with an also 1 year old son, somehow, they fell in love and, Missy who for her motherhood was not an option, had no plans to conceive or adopt, accepted Chan just like that. They dated for four years, you knew Chan since you were younger, he was absolutely part of the family; they finally married two years ago and just last summer Chan bought a house in one of the nicest neighborhoods, moving in with her and him, and on special occasions when he had full care of his son.

To everyone’s good fortune, Chase was an adorable little boy identical to Chan, causing your sister so much tenderness as she watched him grow up that even on a couple of occasions her mentality was altered by wanting to conceive Chan’s child. Still, Chase was a little nerd, he loved school, he was too smart, and at his young age he had a life plan to get into the best college in the country —which you knew it wouldn’t be hard for him, seeing the kind of influences and contacts his father had—, but everyone knew he could make it on his own merit; he was of course at the top of his class and school, active, he played sports, he had a love of technology and above all, he was pure and very well disciplined. Missy and Chan would have him all to themselves the entire summer.

“Well, welcome, you already know which room is yours, oh, I didn’t ask if you were hungry” spoke your sister, closing the large door behind her.

“Mmm, I don’t think you cooked anything” you jokingly replied.

“No, but you can order something" she replied obviously, playing along, “If you want I’ll pay for it.”

“Thank you, Miss, I’m fine for now. Where’s Chase?”

“Mmm… I think he’s in his room.”

You left your things in the extra room you were going to stay in and headed animatedly to greet the little boy. His door was already half open, so you decided to slowly walk in.

“Chaseee” you chirped.

You could hear the sounds of video games from his television and when you were finally inside you confirmed that it was little Chase playing, however, he was not alone. You saw the attractive back of a slender man with long black hair sitting on the boy’s bed. As soon as Chase jumped up to hug you, he turned around revealing an attractive clean face done to perfection, bushy straight eyebrows, sharp dark eyes, accompanied by rectangular glasses, a slightly prominent nose, and full lips. He smiled at you, his gaze and smile were warm, and he stood up from his place, putting the console aside and walking towards you.

“Hello, auntie Y/n” Chase greeted you adorably.

You were so engrossed in reading the man with your eyes that you barely noticed that Chase had paused his game to go over and hug you, you returned the gesture, still standing and only hunching your posture slightly to gently rest your arms on him.

“Hi, Chase” you greeted him animatedly, looking at him quickly and returning your gaze to the man, who now stood before you.

Up close he looked a little better. He dressed a little unusual, making him look a little nerdy, but something about his look and gaze radiated so much confidence as if he knew how incredibly handsome he was. His black hair was slicked back, leaving free little strands that fell gracefully towards his face, and he looked so young as his lightly tanned skin was so smooth, but at the same time, you could tell he was someone older than you. He was tall and his limbs were long, his arms, his fingers, his legs in those black pants of a washed-out denim, baggy on his body, a collared shirt of a soft, thick gray fabric with the designer’s name on the pocket detail, giving the appearance of wearing another button-down collared shirt of red and white grid patterns, watch on his wrist and a thin necklace decorating his slightly bare chest; he looked good, too good for your taste, it felt good just to look at him.

“Ah, Aunt Y/n, this is my Uncle Hyunjin” the little boy spoke again.

“Nice to meet you, Hwang Hyunjin” finally said the man in front of you.

He sounded young, and had a unique voice that rumbled inside you. He didn’t stop looking at you either, almost as if he was mesmerizing you as well. He extended his right hand, you saw his large limb before shaking it, enjoying his light squeeze.

“Nice to meet you, too” you replied, trying to hide your huge grin, smiling downwards.

“Ah, you must be Y/n, Missy’s little sister, right?” he was quick to say, to which you nodded, unable to speak, but you had to, something in your nature wanted to flirt with him, “I’m a close friend of Chan’s and I come here for a few days in the afternoons as a private tutor for Chase.”

Hyunjin thought in those moments that you were not so little after all, you were quite a young woman and he felt the need to explain to you what he was doing there, in fact he felt the need to talk to you, you were a fresh and pretty young woman, you sparked in him the curiosity to talk further; regret came later for him, as he read your subtle bright look, implying that you were also interested. Hyunjin was older and knew every move of the game perfectly, so he blinked suddenly, coming out of his trance as he recognized that you were beginning to arouse in him curiosity for another woman, when he was happily married for almost a decade to the love of his life and they had two beautiful children.

You didn’t know what to reply, your brain was working fast to respond instantly to the handsome man, Chan’s friend; however, the little boy interrupted.

“Oh yes, auntie Y/n, Uncle Hyunjin is the best, he teaches me physics and math and also loves computers. He’s a biomedical engineer with a PhD, don’t tell anyone but he’s my favorite uncle” Chase spoke quickly, impressing you that the whole academic area was very important to him at his young age.

Hyunjin laughed softly, lowering his gaze to look more tenderly at the boy with a very cute smile traced on his face, his cheeks lifted and his eyes narrowed more, you thought he was adorable too. Seconds later, before anyone else could speak, footsteps could be heard down the stairs and a booming, animated, “Heyy, mate, where are you my champ?” in Chan’s distinctive voice.

The man entered his son’s room with a huge smile narrowing his eyes, “There you are, my boy” he said happily, seeing his mini-me version of himself and his purest creation.

“Oh, hi, daddy!” ran Chase to hug him.

Chan squatted down to better embrace his son, looked up and said:

“Oh, hi everyone” Chan extended his hand, greeting you and Hyunjin, with a shy smile.

You smiled back, you had to admit that Chan was always a very attractive and well conserved man for his age, he was a good man, he loved his son, his wife and he had to wear a suit almost every day that looked great on his muscular body, no doubt they were both lucky, because your sister was extremely careful with her appearance and she was a dream, a prosperous and sexy woman in her thirties, childless and with a professional career.

“Alright, lil’ mate, enough video games, go play outside” Chan commented softly to Chase, watching his face tenderly and still holding him.

“Will you play with me, daddy?” he replied, eyes sparkling.

“How about you let me change my clothes and then I’ll go to play with you right away, okay? You can play with Hyunjin.”

Chan looked at him, stood up and Chase turned to look in the direction of the two of you.

“And with aunty Y/n, too!” exclaimed the little boy.

“Alright, she can play too” Chan replied in a tired sigh, loosening his tie more, making him look effortlessly attractive, “Go with Missy so she can put some sunscreen on you before you go out.”

“Oh, I can do it” you replied at once, to which Chan whispered a soundless thank you, leaving his son’s room.

And again you were alone with Hyunjin… and Chase. You were slightly nervous, you had never stood like that in front of a boy, but you thought it was perhaps because you were very sure that Hyunjin was not a boy, but a man and you had never witnessed such a unique beauty as his. Hyunjin placed his hands in his pockets, also wandering in his thoughts, distracting himself from thinking about you and waiting for you to finish putting sunscreen on the little boy.

But Hyunjin couldn’t help it, his problem was always that he imagined too much, he loved to do it, it was his gift and curse at the same time, he was a bit delusional and kept fantasizing about how old you were, if you had a boyfriend, what year of college you were in, what your major was; because all he knew about you so far was your name, that you were the little sister of the wife of one of his best friends and that you were studying at the university. But it felt so wrong to have an interest in another woman. Normally he is not like that, he’s kind of shy but he has to socialize in his work from now and then, and he does it with female colleagues, he asks them about their life, he eats with them together sometimes, with another of his colleagues, in his lunch break, he texts them without concern when it’s something work related, he wishes them happy birthday… but feeling interest in you somehow felt so heavy and so wrong to him… and he recognized deep down that it was because of the fact that he found you attractive, so those two things combined, just resulted in Hyunjin’s light flirting, something he hadn’t done in years, at least not to impress or get the attention of any woman other than his dearest and most beloved Yeji.

Hyunjin was a romantic, he could be a bit of a nerd but he loved living a glamorous life, money, travel and love; so he goes through life quietly, exploring and living all kinds of experiences and, he comes to recognize when another woman is beautiful to him, but then he just moves on, remembering that there is no one more beautiful than the woman who wakes up in his arms every day, but for him… feelings are extremely important, he lives on hunches and feelings… and something deep down inside him is hard for him or he thinks it will be, to just let it go just like that, getting rid of you.

You played a little soccer in the sunshine together with Chase and Hyunjin, but quit as soon as Chan joined them, exaggeratedly pretending to be exhausted and shouting ‘time out!’ over and over again, just to get out of the situation, making the two men laugh, and made Hyunjin find you adorable, thinking you had a very cute relationship with Chase. You weren’t like that with all the kids, most of the time you didn’t know how to treat them, except for Chan’s boy, who was someone very special and smart and you almost saw him grow up too.

You entered the house, heading to the kitchen for some water, you already knew the place very well, you had stayed there a couple of times, Chan always reminds you that you are more than welcome and you know the pure kindness of your brother-in-law in his actions and words.

You took a napkin to wipe the light sweat from your brow and stood there, enjoying your refreshing water and the coolness of the house from the air conditioning everywhere. But your tranquility was disturbed when you saw that Chan’s handsome friend also entered the kitchen, confidently grabbing orange juice from the refrigerator. He walked over to you without thinking, standing next to you, with his glass in hand and finally taking a sip of the juice.

You thought everything about him in seconds, as you watched him slyly do the deed: his long fingers intertwining in the glass cup making it small held by him, his eyes closing softly as he directed the glass to his plumpy lips, his long neck and Adam’s apple moving as he drank, the ends of his hair slightly damp with sweat, everything about him was wow, the scene passed so slowly, you wanted this man, you were so determined and pumped up, until something shiny dazzled all your hopes away. As he lowered the glass from his mouth you noticed a ring on his finger, an important ring that indicated he was a taken man, belonging to someone else.

Hyunjin didn’t notice or acknowledge your displeasure, so he just continued with his questions, with a slightly guilty but bright smile on his face, convincing himself that he only wanted to ask about you, out of kindness, and not because he was really interested…

“Mmm… and you came to visit Missy?”

You turned to stare at him, you couldn’t do it because it made you nervous, but at the same time you just wanted to watched him over and over, you were embarrassed because you had a million of not-so-nice thoughts about a married man. You thought you should have seen it coming, Chan is 38, and his friends should be around that age, but he... something about him still remained so young, but it was to be expected that a man that handsome in his thirties would be married, more so with that shy, nerdy look; but something about you wanted to read him as a mature man, single, living life by visiting the children of his friends who did have children… your brain spun around, thinking if Hyunjin had children too and who was the type of person waiting for him at home.

“Oh, something like that, but I’ll stay here for the summer if that’s what you’re asking” you replied, as normally as possible.

“Ah…I see” he couldn’t have been happier to know that there was a possibility of seeing you often, “I’ll be teaching a few days a week for Chase, like a summer course… I guess, I’ll see you around.”

His slight change in tone, his look… you couldn’t process the fact that he might be flirting with you. You decided to give him back his vibe, you knew it was wrong, unbelievably wrong and that you’d be internally calling yourself a slut for the rest of the week, but you leaned back slightly more comfortably on the edge of the kitchen counter, smiling:

“So… what are you doing here? I assume your work is hard.”

He released a chuckle.

“It is to those who don’t enjoy it. I’m head of the whole department so, that has its perks” he hissed softly and smugly.

Hyunjin licked his lips, smiling and checking you out completely, giving you chills and now without any doubt he was flirting with you. Once again he used a slightly smug tone as did his expression, you couldn’t believe it, your body temperature began to rise… no doubt this was a man telling you that he basically did what he wanted and that he was the one in charge.

“Oh, I see, biomedical engineer you said? Well… said little Chase, it must be very interesting, really.”

Hyunjin took another sip of his juice, finishing it completely, staring at you as he licked his lips again, this time less casually and more sensually, savoring every last taste of the sweet but sour juice.

“What’s your major?”

“Law” you wobbled softly in place, approaching him smoothly.

“Oh, just like Chan and your sister” he spoke interestedly, raising his eyebrows, to which you nodded, shyly, “What year are you in?”

“Third.”

“Ah, I see, you’ve been in college for a while now… at this point I want to assume you like it, huh.”

Hyunjin thought eighteen plus three, giving you the sweet age of 21, if you had already turned it, he thought what a very nice number, it seemed like a number that had no limits… you were free, young and beautiful, able to do anything. Or you could be 22, 23, either was fine for him, he felt comfortable talking to you.

You made a grimace, your mouth slightly pouting, a sign that you doubted it, which made him laugh, a laugh so cute that you almost forgot that he was a completely taken man.

“Well… I like it but it has its moments…”

“I guess it’s hard, you should never underestimate any major…” Hyunjin was just about to tell you something from him in college, but he held back, the last thing he wanted was for you to see him as an old man, as the age difference was slightly considerate, over a decade gap, that he was sure of, while you were playing and probably around Chase’s age, he was in college and dating his current wife, “But hey, I see you did great this semester, you’re already here relaxing a bit…”

You looked into his eyes the whole time, each time you were getting closer and closer until both of your bodies were getting tighter and tighter together, almost sticking your blouse in the waistband of his pants, it was as if you both enjoyed seeing each other. This time you looked at him, innocent, with shining bambi eyes, raising your gaze because he was taller than you, tilting your head and running your tongue along the inside of your cheek. Hyunjin had to resist, clenched his left fist, and almost fell to his knees, in pity; he had never seen, he thought, such bright eyes, such a unique gaze in which he could see his anguished reflection of a distressed older man grieving, eagerly wanting to take your young body and pin you against the wall, screaming and scolding you to stop looking at him like that just now or…. he could fall, he was doing it, his gaze lowered to your lips, shiny from the water you were drinking, he didn’t know what was wrong with him, he hated it, but the feeling of wanting someone was filling him again, suddenly he felt all his blood rushing through his body, he was so alive again.

You were about to talk, to ask him meaningless empty questions that you knew he would be compelled to answer you… because his worried expression spoke for itself. He was so frustrated you almost wanted to squeeze his soft cheeks, telling him he looks a little tender when he’s needy.

Thoughts were betraying Hyunjin so much, it was like his final day where a little devil was whispering all sorts of things in his ear, and the little angel on his other shoulder had completely abandoned him. His body tensed, if only you could read his thoughts… you might be able to judge how dirty he was. He felt filthy, a dirty married man lusting after a college girl, as if there was no other cliché.

You liked seeing him like that, you didn’t really do anything elaborate yet, you were perplexed to think it would work so fast, you just gave him your best innocent look asking for sex, your best fuck me eyes, and the man almost trembled in front of you. But you took it as a game, as much as you wanted to fulfill his every fantasy and whatever he was thinking, as much as you were dying to get down on your knees right there and give him a blowjob… he was married and god, you studied law you knew the huge controversy about adultery backwards and forwards, you couldn’t do it, even though something deep down inside tingled in you, besides your throbbing clit trapped in your panties.

Just as the thoughts were about to have a fatal effect on Hyunjin’s body, Chan and Chase interrupt you, breaking the tension and making you slide down the kitchen island to get away from the dangerous distance you were with Hyunjin.

“Daddy, let me sleep over at Suho’s house, please!” the boy exclaimed, entering the kitchen with his father in the back.

“Go wash up and get your things ready, I’ll talk to your Uncle Minho to tell him if you can stay.”

You and Hyunjin remained silent, Hyunjin pushed up his glasses with a single finger, nervous and agitated, with his hands resting on the counter, crestfallen and embarrassed, about to be caught doing something improper; you on your own part were calm, watching Hyunjin’s expression with amusement, he was almost on the verge of tears. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of Chan who watched him with a raised eyebrow in confusion.

“I have to go” Hyunjin suddenly spoke, his voice thick.

Oh, it was just starting to get good and create tension, you thought, disappointed, but you were comforted to see Chan agitated and sweaty in a sleeveless shirt, his strong arms and veins detonating; you couldn’t help it, you were just a girl with judgment and critical thinking, you admired your sister for getting someone very handsome.

“Oh, sure, Hyunjin, see you later.”

“Ah, yeah sure” he started to say nervously, avoiding looking at you, “Let Chase know I left, see you in a bit with rest of the guys… Bye, Y/n” he mentioned again a little awkward and more shy.

You smiled at the idea that he was so hard to read, he was confident, but then suddenly seemed so shy and clumsy, anyway, you thought that whoever he was married to, they were so lucky to have Hwang Hyunjin every day, while you… had him for the moment, just slightly wrapped around your finger, but you were sure it was a little slip and burst of lust, that he would go home with his partner and try to forget it all.

And he left, that time being the first time you met Hwang Hyunjin, an afternoon that moved every part of his world and left him thinking until his thoughts became a headache. Finally, he did exactly what you thought, he wanted to evade the guilt and his near slip. He came home, being greeted by the greatest loves of his life, his two sons, four and two years old, and his wife, who sweetly asked him how it went at Chan’s house, kissed him, and told him she had his clothes ready to wear for the night out with his friends later, without the slightest idea of what happened. Hyunjin knew the millions of opportunities he almost had, and a lot of women approaching him, but he was more shy and did not pay attention to them, he only had eyes and heart for Yeji… But now, how did he explain himself. He almost cried, however, he decided to release all those feelings and frustration by trying to make love to his wife, without success, it was relatively early for the kids to sleep and they were not giving them enough privacy; Hyunjin then remembered… they had gone weeks without intimacy with Yeji and sex was very important to him, they used to be so active and sexual, always on top of each other… but now, the last sexual encounter with the love of his life was when he gave her oral sex one morning before their kids woke up. He loved her, every part of her was delicious to him, and he knew her like a map by heart… yet the most typical frustration of a man ached in the deepest part of his being, not having sex. That night Hyunjin cried in the shower, masturbating thinking of you, and got ready, feeling pathetic when he still had it all, he was handsome, young, successful, and above all, he had time to stop and do things right.

You, on the other hand, stayed in to watch a movie with Missy, both of you relaxing, until little Chase went to disturb your peace a little.

“I’m off to Suho’s house now,” he warned.

Missy grimaced slightly, not wanting to go drop the little one off at the Lee’s house.

“Won’t your daddy drop you off?” asked Missy softly.

“Daddy’s still getting ready.”

“Ahh, I see, Y/n, take him,” your sister ordered you, causing you to be a little awed, but you couldn’t say no to the tender wobbly silhouette of Chase, all ready with a backpack on his back that Chan helped him sort out, “It’s here with the neighbors on the left.”

You smiled at Chase and got up from the couch to join him, he hurried off, leaving Chan’s property and heading for his friend’s house. It was getting dark, but there was still some light. You were surprised to see the house, thinking damn, little Suho must have a lot of money, or at least his parents, you had never paid attention to the rest of the houses, besides most of them were private properties, like Chase’s friend’s, he animatedly told you the code in secret so the gate could open, giving the view of a mansion… you knew the neighborhood was exclusive and Chan’s house was impressive, but this one you saw was much better.

You both walked to the door, now you knew why Chase couldn’t go alone, it was a few minutes walk despite being neighbors. You rang the doorbell, waiting a little over a minute for them to open.

“Oh, aunt, you’ll really like Suho!”

“Oh, Chase, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay and meet him…”

And they opened, abruptly, another handsome man, wearing a sleeveless black shirt showing off his strong arms and marked pecs and abs. He looked at you confused, almost in a rude manner, blinking in disbelief not knowing what you were doing on his property since he didn’t know you. Shiny, smooth, straight black hair, perfectly styled, his features were so sharp, sharp straight nose, big round feline eyes and thins lips with his pronounced nasolabial furrow. You thought about how many attractive men you had to see today and, if it was possible it was your lucky day.

“Can I help you…?” he was about to say, somewhat annoyed, frowning and narrowing his eyes.

“Uncle Minho!” greeted Chase, causing the man to lower his gaze and his countenance softened completely.

Minho laughed, hiding his upper lip slightly and showing his teeth.

“Ah, it’s you little Chase, come in, Suho is in his playroom.”

Chase suddenly became shy of Minho’s presence and came in a little embarrassed, being more respectful and less animated, giving you a little wave goodbye, and leaving you and Minho alone. You didn’t know anything about him, you barely even knew his name because Chase mentioned it and he was starting to intimidate you as well, his presence was so heavy but pleasant, his big eyes… if he saw you properly, he could look so kind… but just now he looked a bit unfriendly; even Hyunjin could have a bit more the appearance of a villain, but you couldn’t see him like that, instead Minho, something about him was so overbearing.

“Ah, I came to drop Chase off, I’m Missy’s sister… have a nice night!” you smiled at him, not knowing what to say.

Now Minho found you tender, he had already been impressed when he opened the door and the first thing he saw, as he was in a hurry as if to check through the cameras who it was, was a young girl, with the background of the sky painting itself in colors as night fell, your image was like a divine revelation, like an angel knocking on his door, but he hid the feeling perfectly.

“Wait” he stopped you, a great idea came to him, and you turned around, “What will you do today?” he asked suddenly.

You didn’t know how to answer, to which he continued, “Ah, it’s just that… would you mind watching Chase and Suho for a moment? And… a little girl. It’s just that my wife and I have to go out…”

You felt your luck crumble once you heard him say he had a wife, although of him you were ready any time he mentioned it, something about him was so domestic, it was obvious, to you, that he screamed husband material. Besides… a mansion to have it by himself with his son didn’t sit very well with you. Now you understood that it was about him, his wife and two children, Sunho and a girl.

“Do you want me to tell Chan or Missy to see if they agree or…?” he spoke again when he got no answer,

“Oh no, it’s okay, sure, I’ll do it.”

He smiled broadly, looking incredibly attractive, you didn’t know if you liked Hyunjin or Minho more, either one, it was a forbidden little crush, that you hoped wouldn’t pass into anything more than from your own thoughts, you weren’t that crazy and cynical, right?

“Thank you! It’ll only be a couple of hours. I’ll pay you, obviously” he said letting you in to which you nodded and entered, “Suho!!! Come here” he shouted, scaring you a little, being all fatherly, “What did you say your name was?” he asked you softly in contrast to his previous shout, standing next to you.

“Y/n.”

Minho looked you straight in the eyes and nodded, within seconds Suho and Chase appeared in front of you, and your nephew smiled happily at you waiting for the news.

“Y/n is going to take care of you tonight. Be good boys and take care of yourselves and obey her” said Minho in a serious tone to which they nodded animatedly.

You observed Suho for the first time, he was so similar to Minho, but at the same time, there were some slight differences to him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Lee Suho” the little guy introduced himself so politely, causing you so much tenderness.

“Nice to meet you, Suho” you said with a smile.

Minho looked at you tenderly, and you deciphered that this was Lee Minho; he hadn’t even introduced himself and you had already said yes so he and his wife could have their moment.

“Go back to the playroom, Y/n will be right there in a minute” he warned, coming out of his trance, you liked hearing him say your name, “I’ll take you to meet Minji, she’s one year old, she’s so smart for her age” Minho spoke adoringly.

He guided you to what seemed to be her room, it was pink but still looked a bit sophisticated for a little girl’s, there were slight elements that gave you hints that it was a little girl’s room; you were impressed in every corner you knew of that house. As you entered you saw a slender woman playing with the little girl, both sitting on the floor.

“Park Suji” Minho spoke to her, a little coldly, catching the woman’s attention.

You noticed how he didn’t refer to her as Lee.

The woman turned around, causing you to finally see her fully and your jaw almost dropped to the floor, internally as on the outside you didn’t react. It was none other than Park Suji, one of the most recognized and highest paid actresses and celebrities, her face was everywhere, it was known that she was married and had two children, but she was extremely careful with her image and kept everything private, the world was dying to know what her children and husband looked like, everyone speculated that she had married a billionaire, but to her fortune, it was the handsome Lee Minho as her husband.

Suji looked at you both expressionlessly, waiting for Minho to speak.

“I got you a temporary babysitter, just for today, she’s Y/n, she won’t say anything, she’s Chan’s wife's sister” Minho explained himself a little frustrated.

Suji smiled broadly, finally hearing good news, she carried the girl and walked quickly in the direction of her husband.

“Thank you so much, honey, I knew you would, I love you,” she replied happily, giving Minho a kiss on the cheek, “Can you take care of Minji? I have to finish getting ready.”

Minho carefully carried his little girl, smiling at her instantly, Minho’s big eyes suddenly shone in adoration, seeing the baby return the gesture of happiness. You looked for brief seconds at Suji, she was so beautiful in person, she made a great pair with Minho, the two of them looked so fucking good together, you didn’t understand why Suji didn’t show him off to the world.

“Hey, my baby, she’s your newest friend, Y/n” Minho baby-talked, consumed with tenderness, making him press his lips together, gently squeezing her chubby arms.

You looked at him fondly, after being intimidating to you, seeing his soft side just because of his little daughter made you tender. Plus he looked fucking handsome with his big bare arms.

“As you can see, my life with Suji is very private, I really want to trust you that you won’t share any information, our children’s names, their appearances, ages…” Minho suddenly spoke seriously, his voice cutting and thick, returning to his intimidating self.

You shook quickly, “Oh, yes, I understand, Mr. Lee” you replied somewhat submissive and scared, making him smile sideways.

“Well, they’re all yours” he said, trying to pass you the little one to hold, but she objected mumbling a soft daddy, “Daddy will play with you, okay? I’ll bring Soonie to you, you want to see Soonie?” you held the little girl finally as she babbled a tiny Soonie, “I have three cats, they’re running around all over the house, I hope you’re not allergic. Well, I’ll finish getting ready and come say goodbye in a moment.”

Minho left in a hurry, leaving you stranded with his little girl in your arms, the little girl was calm and somewhat quiet with a stuffed animal in her arms, you saw her up close, she was completely the female version of Minho.

You didn’t know what to do, it was a bit easy to get lost in the house you didn’t know, but you went to Suho’s playroom, where at first he joked about being a girl-free space and minutes later he started having fun with his sister, who was running and shouting his name over and over again. Then you heard a shout from Minho, calling Suho back, he ran out, alerting him that we were all in his playroom.

Minho walked in, taking your breath away, he looked so casually dressed. He added a leather jacket on top of black sleeveless shirt, silver chains and necklaces with his light blue jeans.

“Okay, you know the emergency numbers and I’ll leave you mine just in case. I’ll be right back.” Minho addressed you.

“Daddy, did mommy leave too?” Suho asked him.

“Didn’t she say goodbye to you?”

Suho softly shook his head with a slight pout and wide eyes, to which you caught a glimpse of Minho annoyed, sighing and rolling his eyes almost disappointed. You passed your cell phone to Minho to type in his number a little nervously, you booked it as Lee Minho. He typed quickly on your cell phone and passed it to you; saying goodbye to all the kids with affection and goodbye to you with a gentle see you later.

Hours passed, you talked to your sister about how you got caught and you couldn’t say no, she laughed and joked about how Chan’s friends were all dilf’s. You gossiped with her a bit, having a celebrity as a neighbor, to which Missy told you that Minho works in an extremely famous entertainment company, which Suji is a part of and from there their love story began.

As it got later in the night you gave them dinner because Suho suddenly wanted pizza, hesitantly you asked Minho by message what his kids were eating, you didn’t want to bother him, but he immediately replied that it was okay to order pizza for the boys, as long as Suji didn’t notice, as she apparently had a healthy diet specifically for their kids; he only helped you a little by telling you what to feed little Minji. Finally getting ready for bed both children, six-year-old Suho, and 7-year-old Chase, completely independent in their routines, put on their pajamas, brushed their teeth, and went to sleep. The real challenge was little Minji who suddenly started crying, you didn’t know what to do, her diaper was clean, she had no fever, and she had eaten well… you were scared for a while, until you put cartoons on her and she managed to calm down little by little, leaning her little body on yours on the couch, where you both fell completely asleep.

You lost track of time and a manly voice calling your name softly woke you up, startling you a little, and the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Minho’s attractive face looking at you carefully and closely. Once you woke up, he pulled away a little, and you felt embarrassed to realize that you had his little daughter cuddled up, sleeping next to you on the couch, thinking what a good job it was to have left her in her comfy bed, but the TV was still playing cartoons.

“Oh, Mr. Lee, I’m sor-”

“It’s okay, I arrived a little later than expected, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, a little frustrated, you wised up, noticing a relaxed expression on his face and his drooping eyelids, “I imagine Suji hasn’t arrived, right?” this time he slurred his words a little but did his best to sound aligned, you shook and a displeased expression reappeared, “It’s okay, let me take Minji to bed and I’ll come back to you.”

Minho approached his daughter, who whimpered softly as she was moved but instantly recognized her daddy’s strong arms. You were restless waiting, it was almost 3 a.m. and you wanted to sleep. He returned after a few short minutes.

“Did the kids behave well?” he said as he returned, to which you just nodded.

Minho suddenly moaned in a soft groan, “Agh, I drank too much. Y/n, it’s late, do you want to sleep over in the guest room or shall I walk you to Chan’s house? He’s there, we just arrived.”

He stared into your eyes, you felt like a little girl changing houses. Suddenly, the not-so-nice thoughts appeared in your head but now with Minho.

“Will you be alright in the morning?” you mentioned somewhat sheepishly, as you noticed he did look a little drunk.

Minho smiled, “Of course I will.”

“I… I can go to Chan’s house by myself, it’s just a few minutes away…”

He shook his head disapprovingly softly, “Come on, I’ll walk you quickly, everyone’s asleep.”

You made a very good impression on Minho the first time he met you, he thought at least for a few minutes in totality, about you, but then stopped as he got distracted and told himself he has better things to think about. And you, in those short minutes when he walked by your side, you saw him slyly, his hair shone under the light poles illuminating the street and the road, something about him was very different from Hyunjin, as much as you wanted to flirt with him, something stopped you and it wasn’t exactly morals and ethics.

That meeting Minho had with his friends had been chaotic and he learned slightly more about you, when Hyunjin suddenly brought the topic of conversation to the table, you… causing Minho to be immeasurably curious as to how it was that you knew Hyunjin and why you met him before him. Later Hyunjin realized that you were texting each other as you babysat Minho’s children, making a slightly inebriated Hyunjin think about hiring your services as soon as possible just to see you longer.

He finally left you at the door, where he quickly pulled out his wallet to pay you for your very unexpected service. You didn’t know how much a babysitter earned for a night, but you were sure that the amount he was giving you was a bit exaggerated, you tried to tell him, but he refused and before you both could say more, an also slightly drunk Chan opened the door.

“Ah, there you are, Y/n, come in. Goodbye, Minho” you turned to see him, unable to say thank you as Chan had closed the door.

“Sweet dreams” he wished you, leaving with tired steps to his room.

That was the time you met Lee Minho for the first time. There was no need for your intervention for him to start doubting his wife, he had been doing it for months, since Minji was born they started to have problems since Suji always wanted only one child; Minho agreed since it was her body and they would make a nice family anyway, but there was a time when Minho mentioned how much he wished for two since he grew up a bit lonely being an only child and always wondered how it felt to have a real sibling, Suji did not take it seriously and by an accident, she became pregnant with Minji, after four arduous years of taking care of herself after Suho’s birth, however, she did not tell anyone about her pregnancy and was planning on having an abortion, she was already contacting her manager to schedule doctor’s appointments, but that afternoon after taking the pregnancy test, her sister came into her bathroom to find it and getting excited, she congratulated Minho without a second thought. He found out while he was at work and ran to his wife to ask her what was going on, she told him that she refused to keep them, she was about to start filming a show and didn’t want to feel pregnant. Minho had to put up with it and let her do what she wanted, he knew perfectly well that she was not going to listen to him, she was not going to listen to him when he said how much he dreamed of feeling another little one in his arms again and being there for her at any moment, but to Suji’s bad luck, her sister had already told her parents, she was so genuinely happy that she could not contain herself, so Suji, out of intense love and respect for her conservative and religious parents, kept the fetus, but she really didn’t want to, arguing that her body would be deformed, that she was already in a critical situation being in her thirties, that one more pregnancy and birth would destroy her career.

But Suji’s problem was never with Minji, she loved and loves her creation resulting from her loins, sweat and pain… but somehow she took it out on Minho, resulting in endless fights and an incredible lack of communication. Minho didn’t understand, he loved her with a fierce passion… but since Minji’s pregnancy she stopped being the one he loved.

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But after the anguish and pain, a fatal relief came to the tormented souls of those two men. A relief so beautifully short-lived, the first time they both tasted the forbidden fruit, and the first sinner to commit the heinous act of adultery was Hwang Hyunjin.

After a week of getting to know each other, of flirting with him when no one was around, of talking and talking endlessly with certain guilty looks of desire, that’s when it all fell apart. One Saturday, when you let yourself get carried away with pleasure without thinking about the horrible consequences of your actions.

Missy informed you a day before that she would have her first meeting with the wives of their respective husbands, of Chan’s friends and that she felt happy and included, as a new woman; she mentioned that they accepted the invitation and that it was probably only because she was married to Chan and she would invite his close friends with their families. Missy invited you too and you couldn’t deny the opportunity to host a gathering full of mature and incredibly hot men of their ages. You couldn’t deny it, ever since you met Hyunjin, and from time to time talked to Minho, your mind was racing with thoughts of having a taste for men who were older. You fantasized about how experienced they must be, the way they must move, your thoughts made your legs go limp.

And it all happened the next day, when you did your best to dress slightly elegant but casual knowing the kind of people you were going to see, like Minho’s superstar wife and a few other rich women. Finally, the perfect families arrived, at least some perfect in appearance, the Hwang family, Lee, and one more, the small Han family of childless newlyweds. And then Missy and you showed up, whose women internally judged both of you to be the youngest of them all and not so much in keeping with their group, somehow. They thought for a few seconds that you were like some sort of dolls, two bimbos designed to make men happy but not enough to take you seriously enough to marry you.

You saw Hyunjin arrive with his wife and two children with his same slitted eyes and something inside you died. You had to stop, you couldn’t start creating more temptation in him, flirting with him felt so much worse. You met Yeji, a beautiful woman with long straight hair, dyed light brown color, she was also incredibly gorgeous, you even stopped understanding the reason why Hyunjin would even fantasize about you, having someone like her every day.

Then the Lee family appeared, with Suji’s perfect, clean-cut appearance. To be honest, you hadn’t flirted with Minho since, besides the fact that you hardly saw him often, you didn’t think Minho was an easy target, something about him made you extremely nervous, sometimes he looked at you normally, sometimes softly with slight sweetness but there were also times when he was so intimidating.

And lastly, Han Jisung, you didn’t know him that well, he looked slightly younger than the rest but his face was so mature, as was his soft and deep voice; he was accompanied by his young wife and they had just married in the spring.

The children were playing in the huge Chan’s yard, the women were sitting in a shaded area, ready to be served by their husbands… And you, you were there as an outsider, being the youngest of the group, not belonging to any man who was cooking, unless of course if thoughts spoke, you would mentally be Hyunjin’s property, he drove you crazy, he was so witty and nerdy that you wanted to do so many things to him.. and deep down, only with this one you had a harder time accepting it since you knew his kids, he was Minho’s, fuck, you would do anything just for a little touch from Minho, he was unbelievably hot and his sex appeal was undescribable. Something about those two men made you super horny and you were sick of holding back.

So, you just watched them secretly, between complicit glances, of which Hyunjin returned each one of them, however, Minho was taking care of Minji, while Yeji was taking care of her youngest two-year-old —at the same time not taking her eyes off her other son playing with Chase and Suho—, whose adorable little boy with the same face as his father was sitting nicely still on his mother’s lap. He was so quiet and adorable, you definitely felt so guilty sleeping with his daddy.

Yeji called Hyunjin to come over, telling him if he could please bring her Yoojin’s favorite toy, the youngest boy of them, which he had forgotten in the car and the adorable boy was starting to get restless for his toy and, while Hyunjin was there, he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, the typical question of one of them asking you if you had a boyfriend, if there was some one interesting in your college, if you saw yourself formalizing with someone; Hyunjin suddenly felt jealous but was comforted to know that you didn’t have a boyfriend and thought that he could treat you better than any other immature boy of your age.

You for yourself felt stupidly bad about the obvious closeness of him and his wife, you didn’t know what was wrong with you, you knew it was pathetic and illogical to feel this way and that you needed a really good reality check, that your silly fantasies were not going to be fulfilled and that you were getting carried away with a married man with children.

You watched them play, endearing and making you feel miserable, Hyunjin and Yeji, smiling in the grass, with Yoojin and Yoohyun, the little boy and big brother. You felt a little listless and slowly walked into the house, not wanting to see anyone, not having the slightest idea that your image hadn’t faded Hyunjin and Minho’s mind and thoughts.

You sat on a couch in the living room, checked your cell phone uninterested thinking that you had worn your very nice and elegant sundress, had done your hair and makeup to… impress men out of your limits. You wanted to laugh at yourself, you really did, but a part of you seriously needed to try at least one of them or you felt like you were going to die, besides… you just wanted some sex, it wasn’t like you were looking to snatch their love for their wives.

You sighed in frustration, you were seriously about to text a guy your age from one of your classes just so you could see each other and please you, you had sex a couple of times, and at least this time you could imagine it was Hyunjin or Minho filling your pussy. You were really about to message him, you were in his chat trying to decipher the perfect message, but a bigger mistake suddenly appeared.

“Why that face?” a voice you knew so well spoke you softly.

He had managed to sneak away and searched for you until he found you, sitting looking like a beautiful little doll in your short dress. You looked up, meeting Hyunjin’s long physique, your gaze swept from his thighs to his face which had an adorable smile on it. However your eyes stopped for a second on his crotch, whose bulge in his jeans was so visible and wasn’t even hard, you salivated, thinking about how incredibly big his cock must be, causing you to shiver as it excited you a little.

Hyunjin adjusted his glasses and sat down next to you, so close to you that your thighs touched the denim of his pants. You raised your shoulders with a little pout, Hyunjin found you so cute, he wanted to rub his whole cock on your face, he had never felt such a big sexual appetite as just now, he wanted to satiate all his desires and satiate you, the magnetism of your bodies was incredible.

“I don’t know” you replied nonchalantly, you now being the one to divert your thoughts, he was married and his wife was out with their children, it wasn’t fair, “There are a lot of people out there.”

He laughed incredulously, not taking his eyes off you.

“Adults outside bore you a bit, don’t they?” he asked in an amused tone.

You nodded softly, watching him and downplaying it and trying to calm the small fire that lit your insides, you needed him so badly that you lowered your gaze to your thighs, unable to cease your thoughts and emotions.

“Then let’s have some fun, I’m a little bored too” he whispered to you so seductively that he caught your attention quickly and you found him licking his lips, you watched him raptly, as if you had imagined his phrase, but no, “What do you guys do nowadays for fun?” he purred, completely aroused and, a little hesitantly, he placed his large hand on your bare thigh, squeezing it gently.

You saw his hand and then you saw him. You couldn’t say no, you could, but you didn’t want to. You wanted every inch of him making you smile like you never had before.

Just this once, you promised and prayed, just this once you will have sex with someone married, you thought as you swore in vain, you hoped you would be forgiven and never caught.

“Would you like to know my kind of fun?” you smiled broadly.

Hyunjin nodded frantically, stroking your thigh; his cock throbbed in his pants within seconds of touching you, your soft, smooth skin, you looked so angelic to him that he could get down on his knees and make you his new religion, he needed you, he could eat you day and night, he couldn’t even organize his thoughts. He had lost himself, he never thought he could control his lust and put it over everything and everyone. He moved his hand up, closer and closer until he approached your center, feeling in him a rush of adrenaline, as if he was about to reach a goal that he exahusively determined to reach. You watched him, every limb of his manly body, weak, taut and yielding in sex, his bulge grew, his eyes sparkled… he was a new man, ready to fuck.

“But let’s do it somewhere else” you tried to say.

You were so weak too, you were a young woman about to fulfill her fantasy, it was obvious that your body was vibrating with excitement.

You stood up, your pussy was soaking wet and he barely caressed your thigh. You led him to your room, in such a fugitive and manic way, checking that there was absolutely no one inside the house who could see you enter the same room. Walking so excitedly feeling your sticky folds with every step you took. And wasting no time, once you locked the door, you raised your gaze, Hyunjin watched you with his sharp dark eyes as if he was catching his prey, with a smug smile on his face and in timid steps he approached your body, until he joined your body to his completely, finally catching your lips so passionately and desperately.

Hyunjin held you from your lower back sticking you to his body and performing the dirtiest and most atrocious act ever committed in his entire life, an adulterous relationship, an affair outside of his matrinomy, but the dirty man didn’t think for a second about all the life he led and built with hard work and love around the years, he was crazy but only his brain was working to think of you and the throbbing pain in his crotch from his well erect member.

You tried to keep up with his rhythm, his lips felt just as you had imagined them, soft and fluffy, and he kissed with such skill that it was a little hard for you to keep up with him but you enjoyed every second of the act, of his big hands lifting your dress to squeeze your ass, his erection colliding with your body and his face attached to yours to the point of feeling his glasses bump into your face, everything about him made you so horny and you couldn’t believe it was happening. His attacked somehow slow and romantic kisses continued, satisfying the inside of your mouth to perfection until surrendering in breathlessness, yet he kept depositing little pecks on your lips, so lost in you, every part of you that he wanted so much, finally for himself.

Slowly, Hyunjin opened his eyes again to pleasantly meet your face, smiling at it in a mischievous way and almost immediately, you got down on your knees, impressing him a little and making him eager to know exactly what you were about to do, he never wanted you to stop.

Both bodies were tense, lewd and full of sin in a spiritual context, surrounded by evil and lust, both bodies engulfed in flames ready to unburden their darkest secrets on that bright summer afternoon.

You licked your lips, two of your very important organs throbbing in pleasure for the forbidden, your heart protruding from your chest and your pussy getting more and more lubricated, you watched him with feigned innocence behind your not virgin eyes and unbuckled his belt, and the tedious button and zipper that blocked you from tasting your new favorite food, you were so hungry for his cock that you thought you would explode with excitement. You swallowed nervously at the sight of a big size still in his boxers and, finally you could take it raw in your hands, making Hyunjin let out a soft whimper.

“Fuck, play with my cock as much as you want, baby, please” Hyunjin whimpered needily, stroking your face and hair delicately.

His comment coming from the deepest part of his darkest desires sent an electrifying shock to your sensitive spot of your needy femininity, which was begging for some spoiling as well. Hyunjin was lost, he wanted to take you, to see what he swore would be the most delicious and pretty pussy his eyes had ever seen, so shiny and dripping for him, but an unknown force was taking over his fragile body and it wasn’t exactly guilt, it was something inexplicable that he let himself be carried away by every single thing you decide to do, he was for you and by you, absolutely devoted.

You looked at his erect and throbbing shaft between your two hands, thinking it was obvious you’d have too much fun, Hyunjin was ridiculously big, long like the rest of his limbs; you didn’t wait to play with his entire length, unable to believe he was hiding such an amazing cock under his tender and nerdy appearance, sometimes a bit of a loser.

You wanted to rub your whole pussy on his cock, it really impressed you, you had never seen one this big, but you just limited yourself to masturbating him, with trembling hands palpating every corner of his sex, from carefully and gently squishing his balls while resting his tip leaking precum in your tongue with your mouth open.

“Do you like it, Mr. Hwang?”

Hyunjin sighed and nodded, so excited by the formal way you spoke to him, even though you know he likes to be called simply Hyunjin.

“Ye-es, please keep doing it.”

He was so desperate for the moment he didn’t even know where to place his hands, he looked first timer, he felt first timer, like he was doing it for the first time and his cock was getting to know the feeling of a warm cavity to please him. He forgot the last time his wife had blown him, he was so hormonal and needy, but just radiating delicious, masculine pheromones that made you lose your mind. Tasting a man’s sweet, big cock, you felt so fulfilled. His hands found your hair again and you began to suck him hard, squeezing your cheeks so he could feel the softness of your mouth. Hyunjin trembled, so close to his orgasm as you teased him to the limit.

You continued more confidently, licking his entire length, moistening it to dirty slurping sounds on it, teasing his needy, squirting, pink glans, until you took his cock again, wrapping your lips around it, struggling to get it deep into your mouth.

Hyunjin whimpered, babbling your name, his every energy was focused on his cock and as he felt you sucking him at an exquisite pace, bobbing your head all over his cock, it was doom for him, you were doing it so well he had to throw his head back panting “Fuck.”

Hyunjin bit his lip, holding back his moans and watching you take his cock so well he grabbed more of your hair into a sort of ponytail to gently push you in, he didn’t want you to take your lips off his cock, his pumping sex hadn’t felt this good in a while, all of him came alive again.

“Fffuck, mmm baby, I’m gonna cum, you’re sucking it so good, oh my god.”

You would have liked his cock to fuck your throat, but you didn’t want to hurt yourself, he was so big you just wished he would use his big gift for good, and so he could keep fucking you, you wanted him so bad.

You sucked harder, masturbating the rest of his length, you were so turned on you thought about bringing one of your hands up to your pussy to attend to it a little. Hyunjin gasped in exasperation and cum all the way into your mouth. Saliva and his cum started coming out of your gob and you pulled his cock out of your mouth for a few shots to stain your chin making you smile broadly. Hyunjn was so full that he wanted to keep fucking you until you pumped him dry, no kidding, he wanted to be completely yours.

Hyunjin was ready to continue with you but the sound of his cell phone indicating a call in his pants pocket that lay lowered halfway down his legs startled you both. He snapped back to reality, he had loved the way you had done it and would pray for it to be repeated again and again… but you weren’t alone, there were people outside, waiting for you, and his family was one of them. Hyunjin nimbly pulled up his underwear and pants, adjusting his big cock and verifying that indeed his call was from his wife.

You stood up, somewhat confused, to which he leaned close to your ear to whisper:

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum, next time I’ll make sure to take care of you, okay?”

Next time… you thought.

Hyujin was about to leave, but shyly asked you if you could let him know there was no one there, you did, telling him there was no one around so he walked out of there, leaving you with your heart racing and incredibly aroused, you couldn’t calm down, you were so frustrated you had to play alone a little with your pussy until you made yourself cum with your own fingers.

Hyunjin felt dirty and guilty, but you made him see stars and now he was addicted to you. He just hoped he didn’t look so agitated.

On the way, Hyunjin met Minho, who was looking for you since your sister asked for you and he offered to do so, without any objection, however he met a nervous Hyunjin who strangely denied in a heavy manner to have seen you and left, leaving Minho blinking in confusion and came to your room, where he was about to knock on your door and call your name, but sweet somewhat strange and compromising sounds awakened something in him all of a sudden. You were moaning softly, holding back the sounds as you filled your pussy with your fingers, fantasizing about being touched by someone else, fantasizing that it was Hyujin and his big cock, you were so damn horny that you couldn’t calm down, you only got more aroused and prolonged your orgasm more.

Minho could decipher that your sounds were sexual and his mind went off in all possible scenarios, just like Hyunjin, he hadn’t gotten good sex in a while…

You on your hand, kept playing with your whole vulva, caressing and penetrating your slick entrance while thinking and thinking… putting yourself in his wife’s place, thinking that if you would have a hot husband and a promiscuous college girl managed to seduce him you would surely cut his penis in his sleep, but shit, it’s just that Hwang Hyunjin? you didn’t want him to waste his amazing size by not using it, you could take care of him.

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Your second atrocious and immoral act, was attributed to Lee Minho. You couldn’t deny it, the damage was already done, you already felt like a dirty slut and you might go to hell but the taste and feeling of Hyunjin’s big cock struggling to enter your cavity was not taken away from you by anyone.

A little secret didn’t hurt anyone if it was taken to the grave, right?

Ever since Minho heard you moan like a dirty needy little slut, or so he thought, every aspect he had of you changed, before he saw you as the pretty girl who was somehow Chan’s family and rarely thought of you, like when he felt lonely at times of the day, he would start thinking about what a young girl like you would do, oh, but after that afternoon, the sweet sounds of pleasure from your mouth made him so hard that he had to go off to work it out on his own, thinking it was unfair the way you left him and that you had to be even. That day he wanted to break down your door to fuck you right there.

Chan was giving you opportunities to visit his office to see a few cases and it just so happened that the big entertainment company that Chan also works for and of course, Minho does there too, was across the long avenues, but were basically across the street from each other.

It was strange, but suddenly Minho started visiting Chan more, hoping to find you there and when he did, he would take the opportunity to flirt with you in his unique way, which worked very well for you, you liked Minho so much but wanted to deny it.

Minho was more… you couldn’t explain it but he was more different, in fact he was so different from Hyunjin. Minho despite being rich liked to live a simple life and enjoyed the little things, it was as if being a father and being in a house suited him so well, he was such an old man. But he also had fantasies and liked to have a little fun, in fact he loved to tease people, which he started to do and you didn’t know how to act at first, maybe you were quite intimidated by the fact that his wife was literally a superstar, yet that didn’t stop him so that one afternoon when he seemed friendly and happy, he talked to you and as fate would have it, Chan stepped out for a brief moment, leaving you and Minho alone, so he began to tell you what he did at work and how he was also a professional choreographer and dancer, impressing you but justifying his maintained appearance and body.

He started joking with you, which made you feel good, his smile was adorable and you could melt right there just listening to his laugh. Minho started talking to you about a supposed new choreography which he invented and…. one second it was laughter and games and the next it became completely serious, as he suddenly stood behind you, holding your waist and placing his face next to yours, Minho had never touched you before because there was no need to. Your body tensed and your breathing momentarily cut off.

“And I’ve told the boys to take their work very seriously, dancing can leave them exhausted at times” Minho whispered close to you.

You found it meaningless what he had said, what did that have to do with him touching you, lowering one of his hands to your ass and the other near your pussy, but you didn’t complain.

“I had to tell them that in order to find themselves in such a sensual dance, they should start doing sensual things too…”

You were transfixed at his touch, he moved his body closer until you finally felt the touch of his cock as he was wearing loose shorts that clung a bit to his body, at least in his exquisite crotch.

You didn’t say anything, you just enjoyed the moment and how your body was struggling to keep up, but you were beginning to get hopelessly aroused.

“But me… who can help me with that, to give them my best too…”

Minho squeezed your pussy, surprising you, his whole hand under your femininity over your jeans. You collapsed, losing yourself, but before you could react, he pulled away from you abruptly.

“And well I also told them that creating some good tension on stage might be good for them by having the audience hooked on their movements” Minho spoke more relaxed, as if nothing had happened, almost in a mocking tone.

You turned to look at him, distressed. Minho had a haughty smile on his face and laughed softly in such amusement, naughtily running his tongue across his lips, but you didn’t find it funny, you found it ridiculous the way he had to approach and touch you, or so you wanted to feel as you were pathetically horny, screaming for sex from a mature, married man. Again, from a new man.

He saw your expression, so tenderly needy with eyes begging him to touch you again. He found it amusing and got even with you by letting him masturbate in the bathroom that day at Chan’s house. However, your expression… drove him crazy, he wanted to fuck you so hard until your pleading look is genuine, until you are covered in tears and in his cum. The thought made his cock twitch in despair.

“Minho…” you whispered, seeing his face and body in his snug, comfortable, sporty clothes.

His expression changed, giving you a dirty look, “Minho? Address me with respect, I’m older than you, kid.”

His authoritative tone and annoyed expression shouldn't have excited you so much, but it did, almost weakening your legs. Before he acted, however, Chan arrived.

And the next day it really happened, when you used the old technique of a slightly provocative outfit, getting all dolled up and thinking that if that worked on Minho it would be funny if he fell for the most typical and obvious, but you had to resort to that, you didn’t know how to approach him properly, when in fact you shouldn’t even do it.

But you were dying for a taste of Minho. One more unforgivable act and you would stop, you swore again.

Minho kept thinking about you, but he had no plans to fuck you, he had done enough with teasing you and that had already turned him into something he never thought he would be, a fucking cheating bastard, since he had no reason to touch another woman. But he kept fantasizing about how good you must feel, how inexperienced you must be, all horny, riding a cock senselessly and frantically believing that was the right way to satisfy a man, since that’s how you’d been taught to do it, at least by the dumb, immature college boys, or so he thought. Minho would be lying if he denied that he was incredibly attracted to you. But it was so wrong.

That day he casually went to see Chan on legal advice about something that came up as a conversation at his work earlier in the day, he could talk to him on the phone, but he wanted an excuse to at least see you, if he wasn’t going to allow himself to fuck you.

And he found you, attractively sitting behind a desk reading some papers, making notes, so focused and cute, making him feel so guilty and dirty as he had recurring thoughts of your weak sex-weary destroyed body.

But your face lit up at the sight of him and your attention was drawn to him.

Minutes later in the midst of conversation with his friend, Chan had to apologize and said that he remembered he had to leave urgently and it would take perhaps all afternoon, if Minho could please go drop you off at his house, to which strangely for Chan, Minho agreed instantly, leaving you alone once again at such a critical point for both of you.

Minho came dangerously close to you, with the dirty thought of fucking you on his friend’s desk, but he had to stop himself.

“Chan had to leave, I’ll drop you home” he spoke to you sharply.

“Now? I’ll leave now?”

“Yes, that’s when I have some time off.”

You had gone over the situation, feeling even guilty about raising looks from Chan towards you, that was not what you wanted, Chan was never your target because you had enormous respect for him and you thought that maybe you should start acting sane and also keep respect for his friends, stopping all the craziness.

You grabbed your stuff and your short skirt got exactly the kind of reaction you wanted from the beginning for Minho to have. It took nothing for him to drop you off at Chan’s house, go back to his job where his wife was busy on another floor and fuck her right there, but it took nothing for him to fuck you either.

“Oh, sure, wait here, I’ll go get my car,” he said.

He was so engrossed that he stopped thinking clearly. You got in his car, leaving Chan’s assistant to close the place later at closing time.

You were nervous and tried to distract yourself, thinking about how his car looked so good on him, it looked just like the kind of car Lee Minho would drive, you thought about what to eat once you got to the house, you just wanted to stop the crazy ideas, but now it was Minho who had them.

You didn’t even see him drive and acted modestly, while his piercing gaze saw every part of you, of your subtle cleavage and skirt so short he could see your panties easily in that position. Minho cursed menatally and thought he should have let you order a fucking cab. Chan argued that Missy was at some sort of all-important convection for Chase and they had the tickets for a while, so he didn’t want to disturb them at their bonding time and he didn’t want to keep you waiting.

You felt his heavy gaze and stirred a little excitedly in the seat, revealing a little momentary glimpse of your white panties. Minho tightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, so annoyed and helpless that he couldn’t do anything, he pursed his lips and wrinkled his nose a little, trying to calm himself down, you were literally doing nothing and you had him with his libido full, his mind spinning and his cock so hard it was squeezing in his jeans.

Minho was blinded in lust and finally spoke, confessing what his mind always wanted you to know:

“I bet you taste delicious.”

You blinked in confusion, thought you hadn’t heard his murmur right, innocently believing he was talking about food all of a sudden. Minho stopped at a red light and you both turned to look at each other. His intense gaze surprised you and you noticed him subtly agitated, his expression was serious and monotonous but his breathing was heavy, he was aroused, you noticed, it was impossible not to see his notorious bulge protruding from his pants.

You felt dizzy and heated, thinking how unreal the situation was.

“Excuse me?” you asked almost breathlessly.

“That I bet you taste delicious. I want to taste your sweet pussy until I make you scream, that’s what I said.”

You were surprised by his boldness and honesty. Minho spoke to you so directly, in such a demanding and serious tone, but you managed to see his slight sparkle in his eyes, almost enjoying what he said. He moved the car forward and it wasn’t superfluous to say that your world spun in every possible way.

“And… where will you do it Mr. Lee?” you returned to yourself, your weak body filled with pity and guilt glowing in desire again.

Minho smiled, so happy all of a sudden.

“I can’t fuck you in the car, the daylight is too bright. But we can do it at my place, there’s no one there now.”

You shivered and Minho was so happy that you easily agreed that he caressed your thigh; you sighed softly, he enjoyed teasing you until he brought his hand to your pussy, you didn’t understand how he could look so calm, with his cock aching and still driving while he pulled the fabric of your panties aside to caress your pussy, you were already a mess, it felt so good, but it was so wrong.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already, I see” Minho giggled softly, “We’re almost there, doll. Don’t worry.”

And Minho was almost cumming in his pants, his cock screaming for attention. All of you were doing it.

You arrived, Minho’s wife was gone, his children were being watched by his mother, everything was lining up perfectly for you, it seemed. You felt dirty again, with an ache in your chest but you couldn’t stop, you kept thinking about his mouth on your pussy.

Minho turned off from his cell phone every security camera in his house and directed you to a room, which didn’t look fancy enough to be his main room, but still looked spacious, nice and clean.

“Take off your clothes, sweetie” he commanded, so desperate, his hands on his hips waiting as he gasped for breath.

You obeyed him in a heartbeat, you felt so dirty filled with a voracious sexual hunger. Minho watched you, biting his lip eagerly until he saw you naked in front of him.

“Fuck” he sighed breathlessly, lust in person, so young and full of life, with soft round breasts and hard nipples, “Lie down and spread your legs, I’m gonna fucking eat your pretty pussy.”

His gaze was so penetrating and in trembling, excited steps you did his bidding, a command so rough and tactless it made your clit vibrate.

He moved closer to you, admiring you in that position with a smug smile, so submissive and begging to be serviced. He wanted to hear you ask for it. However, Minho resisted no more and pulled down his pants and underwear with a tug, you caught a glimpse of his big and taut cock so erect before he got on his knees facing the edge of the bed and in front of your pussy. You sighed, he was just as you expected.

Minho bit his lip at the sight of your exposed lubricated vulva, which throbbed in untouched pleasure.

“Look at you” he began to say amused, “the little slut so horny, tell me how badly you want it, say it now.”

You gasped as you felt the fingertip of his index caress your clit, your cheeks were beginning to burn in embarrassment, wanting to tell him that he was just as needy for pleasuring someone younger who was not his wife, such an old man horny for the forbidden.

Minho brought his face close to your pussy finally with you feeling his heavy hot breath and breathing, you shivered, watching him with your elbows resting on the mattress, he saw your whole body perfectly from that angle.

At this point you had no dignity, sex with two older, married men in a period of days were your biggest mistakes. So begging Lee Minho didn’t sound so bad after all.

“I-I want you to eat me, Mr. Lee.”

Minho smiled widely.

“Magic word” he requested, his eyebrows raised as if he was reminding something to a kid.

“Please” you whispered haltingly.

Minho gently pinched your clit before withdrawing his hand and taking care of your sensitive spot with his mouth. You moaned, small shocks of pleasure filled your body at the sensation of his warm and steady tongue making circles on your clit, then taking it over completely, biting and sucking hard, sticking his soft lips on the skin of your pussy. You arched your back and reflexively brought one of your hands to his soft, straight hair as you struggled to lean back with your other arm because you didn’t want to let him out of your sight, he looked so attractive with his face buried in your core. Minho left his right hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly and with the other he caressed the rest of your pussy, your sticky wet labia until he reached down to tease your entrance with his thick thumb, subtly inserting it making you sigh in desperation.

He finally lowered his mouth slowly to the rest of your cunt, licking and sucking your folds until he inserted two of his strong fingers into you, causing you to let out a squeal of surprise, Minho smiled with his lips pressed against you. You were a mess, you had never had your pussy eaten with so much attention and patience, you could tell he knew what he was doing and exactly which spots to touch, lick, nibble and suck, you were going crazy; most guys your age would lick senselessly and without a rhythm, with their exhausted jaws wanting to make you orgasm, they were inexperienced, they would be offended if you told them which spots to touch and you had to beg for oral sex… but Lee Minho, the expert Minho didn’t have to take any orders, he was giving them and he was making you see fucking heaven.

His fingers were filling your pussy so well like no one ever had before, digging deep inside you, your walls squeezing his digits so satisfyingly as he feasted himself on your delectable young cunt. Minho’s poor, exposed cock was on the verge of intense ejaculation, but he had incredible control of his body and wasn't going to cum until he was inside you.

You whimpered as you felt his restless tongue inside you as he removed his fingers from you, his nose bumping against your pussy as he tasted your perfect entrance, staining his chin and mouth, being strong evidence of how good he was making you feel.

After sizzling whimpers and your pussy being treated so specially, you were about to cum and Minho sensed it, so he replaced his tongue once more with his fingers, pulling away from you to see your beautiful flustered face about to climax.

You saw him, his lips and chin glossy from you, Minho was slightly flushed, his ears were bright red, he looked so tender and dominant at the same time, penetrating your insides with his fingers.

“C’mon, sweetie, cum, I know you’re about to do it.”

You were no longer thinking clearly, the tension of your orgasm was so strong that you frowned uncomprehendingly, your vision blurred slightly, his touches felt for a few seconds a couple of times better than before and in a moderate whimper, you let yourself collapse in an intense orgasm, shuddering and battling with the irregularity of your breathing.

You dropped your body onto the bed, tired as you relaxed your legs as you felt the absence of his digits in you. You were tired, satisfied.

Minho stood with a smile, wiping his residue of you from his mouth and pulled his body closer to you. You were recovering a little, your orgasm had been so intense that you didn’t react to seeing him this close.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

You looked into his eyes and noticed his fingers heading for your mouth, you took them, sucking on them, tasting his skin and your own orgasm coated on them.

Minho kept watching you with a half smile, so proud to have you like this. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, brought his face close to yours and played with your lips, running his thumb wildly across them. You were again aroused by the heavy breaths of the two of you and his incredibly dominant look over your body.

Minho pulled away, he was so hot that he stripped off his black shirt quickly, revealing his muscular body. You bit your lip, seeing his body and his thick swollen cock.

You magically regained your strength again and sat up, so fascinated and attracted by his big dick, your eyes sparkled as your brain only worked to think that you had to touch him.

Minho saw your intentions and didn’t stop you, he let you do it, you looked tender with your eyes slightly widened in admiration as you moved towards his cock. You stroked his abds and moved your hand down to his recently shaved and stubbly pubic area that detonated in visible veins his erect member. You looked so fascinated, as if it was all an attraction you could touch.

Your pussy throbbed, still wet in your recent orgasm as you felt his cock between your hands, it was big and thick, so visibly pretty that you were dazzled. Minho moaned, his cock was so sensitive, leaking precum, he had small, slight sensations of an orgasm but had not fully ejaculated his load, his balls ached and his body was tense, that was why he was going to fuck you all at once but he let himself be carried away by your gentle caresses.

You slid your hand down his length, staring into his eyes, Minho was doing everything to look hard and hold his position, but he was dying to whimper and fall to your touches. And, when he saw you were about to bring your mouth close, he stopped you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to do it, but that he was eager to unload every drop into you one by one.

“Enough. Turn around and let me see your ass.”

You looked at him confused, which he intimidatingly raised his eyebrows waiting for you to react quickly.

You got into that position, squealing with excitement knowing that he was going to fuck you, still in the midst of the thrill, you wondered to yourself if you should ask him to use a condom, you didn’t want to end up making a big mistake. Bigger than fucking a married man.

Minho pulled your body with ease, making you stand up from the bed and letting your legs bump on the edge of it.

Minho took his cock, also debating whether to reach for a condom or fuck you with his raw cock, arousing him to immense levels at the thought of filling your entire pussy with every drop of his cum. He bit his lip, teasing your entrance with his bare glans, fantasizing about the idea of making you his, his heart was racing, he was about to do it, fuck you unprotected to feel your insides at first contact. You wiggled your ass while you arched your back ready to be fuck, needy and softly moaning until Minho spanked you hard twice unexpectedly, making you groan in surprise and excitement.

“Fuck” he sighed, “Why don’t you say anything, huh? You’re so fucking needy begging for my cock, you want me to fuck you like this without protection, don’t you?”

Minho spoke, in a thick voice that made your core rumble. The idea of his cock twitching inside you unprotected suddenly felt so good, you turned to see him, letting lust win again for both of you.

“Yes, please, Mr. Lee, fuck me.”

The thought filled his body and cock again, rubbing his cock against your folds to lubricate him and then gently thrusting his unprotected glans into you.

“Say it again” he ordered, the vein in his neck showing.

“Fuck me, please.”

His tip felt so good but you were desperate for his full length filling you up. Minho smiled at your needy expression. You raised your ass higher, the thought of the risk quickened his heart more, Minho was fucking fertile, his wife got pregnant as she ground his cock and cum in her folds and after she took the pill. And he could swear you were too, so young, panting for sex, so naive without measuring the consequences, Minho was blinded by pleasure and temptation that licking his lips he thought amused that he was going to get you pregnant so you would stop behaving like a little whore with any man asking for unprotected sex. He was going to teach you a lesson and at the same time he was going to fuck you like they had never fucked you before, all those immature guys who presumed to fuck you. He was going to make you remember and never forget.

Minho slid all the way in, stretching out your entrance until you felt his balls brush against your body and his tip touch the deepest part of you, caressing your cervix. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, it hurt like the first time. He grunted in pleasure, you were squeezing him so well, making him think for a second if you were a virgin or it was just his swollen, pumping cock that had to hold out so hard.

One of Minho’s hands went to your waist squeezing you tightly the other one grabbed your hips to finally push your body. At first he pushed your body, to peruse your wet open hole giving room for his cock and how his raw cock slid smoothly into you, the skin of his veiny cock coated in your glistening liquid, sliding in and out of your pussy, Minho was going to make sure he left every drop of his cum in you to teach you a fucking lesson, to let everyone know you were his, to make you remember the day when you were so well fucked and accepted his exposed cock in you without thinking.

Minho smiled broadly, starting to ram you deep, moving your body with each intense, rough thrust, making you whimper, you were still adjusting to his size but for now your body was starting to ache, combining with pleasure.

He gasped, your walls were so tight squeezing him so torturously that he could cum weakly in moments.

“What a pretty and tight pussy you have, kitten, it feels so fucking good.”

Minho kept pounding your pussy hard, weakening your body, feeling his large size protrude into your lower abdomen; he noticed how you were slightly desperate not knowing where to put your hands, so he quickly acted and grabbed your forearms with force exalting the veins of his strong hands, leaving you helpless at his disposal, with his cock filling every inch of you, and even more, your poor entrance and interior was starting to be attacked by Minho’s cock as he accelerated his rhythm, moving his hips on you so satisfyingly until reaching your G-spot, finally you managed to combine the pain with your pleasure filling you completely, you couldn’t stop whimpering, each intense impact of his pelvis against your body clouded your sight more and more.

Minho was panting and overbearing to have you at his disposal, listening to you whimpering, his ego went to his head, he knew he was good at sex and fucked hard and he did it so rough that it left you shaking and sore.

Minho kept up his intense pace, thrusting hard into you until you could hear your skins collapsing and your soaking wet pussy sliding on his cock, you were both mesmerized, Minho could count your encounter as one of his best sexual experiences, the inside of your pussy squishing on his cock was an heavenly sensation. Minho hummed in pleasure, finding your submissive position so arousing; you were in a slightly uncomfortable position as he was holding you by your arms so tightly, but the sensation of being slightly motionless made you experience sex like you never had before, Minho was making you explore so many new sensations that you whimpered in pleasure with soft tears forming in your glistening eyes.

“Mmm, you’re taking so well my cook, kitten, look at you like a fucking good slut. You like being fuck hard, don’t you?”

Your whole body got hot listening to him talk dirty, you could listen to him for hours while his cock is shoved in your pussy.

“Y-yes, Min-” he pounded you harder, “Mr. Lee!”

You babbled in a squeak oh my god, enjoying being fucked hard like you had never experienced before.

It was feeling so good but at the same time it was like you were being split in two, your face was flushed red as you were so close to your orgasm. You didn’t know how he was doing it but it didn’t feel like a fuck where he was mindlessly penetrating you, his movements were frantic but the intensity of the perfect control of his hips blurred your vision and took you to the edge.

You felt his cock throbbing in your core as your near orgasm squeezed it slightly tighter, almost milking him dry, however, Minho in one swift movement grabbed both your arms with one hand while with the other went in search of your hair, to pull it back and whisper to you in a husky voice, “Come here.”

You did your best to lift your sore body, with a little of his help, and press your naked back against his bare chest.

“Cum, little slut,” he growled in your ear, grabbing your neck with one of his hands while the other held your quivering body in your mons venus, his nimble fingers stimulating your sensitive clit, “Cum all over my fucking cock and I’m gonna cum all inside you to make you mine. I bet no little brat has ever fucked you the way I do” his lips were glued to your ear, you heard every gasping breath and felt the vibration of his voice on your back as you were pinned to his chest, you shook in response, causing him to let out a smug chuckle in your ear, with the ache in your abdomen from his cock and from your second intense orgasm, “You just love when I make you cum, don’t you?”

“Y-yees” you replied raggedly through the constant battle with your breathing and racing heart, the edge of your orgasm, and his intense thrusts into your pussy that made your body move, blurrily seeing the arm veins that wrapped around your neck.

Suddenly Minho whimpered in your ear, tightening his previous soft grip on your neck.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum you dirty slut.”

His ramming continued and he began to lightly choke you, more tears graced your face, the pain and pleasure was getting so intense that you collapsed again more fiercely and broke free from the growing knot in your stomach, falling into a rumbling orgasm leaving you shuddering and lifeless.

Minho also cum at the sensation of your orgasm collapsing on him, satisfying you audibly as you heard his loud moan and filling the inside of your vagina with every drop of his loaded cock just as he had promised himself. You felt his warm shot into you still with his cock inside and a tired Minho rested his chin on your shoulder as he slowly released his grip on your neck.

He pulled out of you leaving your dripping entrance.

“Let me see your pussy full of my cum, kitten” Minho ordered breathlessly.

Tired, you sat on the bed and spread your legs, you moaned at the tingle of the fluids slipping into you and Minho smiled, to pull you close and give you a short but tender and passionate kiss on your lips. Your first kiss, after the dirty act.

“Aw, you look so tired, you’ve never been fucked this hard before, my babygirl?” he spoke almost mockingly.

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You couldn't stop for a while, you lived a double life entangled in the guilt and strong arms of two men. They were both sex gods so ready to please you, they knew what they were doing and it drove you crazy.

There were many differences between the two, but you loved fucking them and having fun with both equally, with the same intensity. Neither of them knew that you were fucking them at the same time, honestly you were there for a good time, not to promise them that you would always belong to them, when they already belonged to someone else in the first place.

With Hyunjin, your encounters became serious when he returned to the topic of not making you cum and promised to do so, renting a penthouse exclusively for the two of you where you could both sin without a problem. That place became a witness to your dirty and fateful encounters.

Hyunjin was softer and more tender with you, he loved foreplay and you deciding what to do, what to touch, he put your needs before his, anyway he knew you were going to please him and that was enough for his miserable and needy slightly mature body.

You loved the contrast of the two of them, some days you would see Hyunjin and others Minho, you'd text for hours, have fun sending each other risqué messages and then take out every sorrow and frustration on you and your young, docile, libido filled body. You loved that with Hyunjin you were soft, he gave you the sweetest kisses and you could be in control… but with Minho everything was very different, he gave you orders for everything and left your body sore.

Hyunjin liked you, because he could fill himself with as much sexual pleasure as he wanted, just like Minho, you seemed to have no limits.

That night you felt guilty when he informed you that he had rented the place just for the two of you, but you decided to accept it cynically. He showered you with expensive gifts and filled your bank account with money, all while giving you some of the best sex. You didn't know where to put the gifts or hide them, so he gave you the keys to the penthouse so you could leave all his gifts and use them once you were alone, without your sister asking where you got a Cartier bracelet or new handbags from the latest Versace collection. You noticed that with his gifts, Hyunjin was looking for something more lasting which alerted you a lot, but then you forgot about it when you arrived at the place with absolutely nothing to worry about, you both had developed the ability to be soulless and cynical monsters, guiltless enough to enjoy sexual pleasures with the city light outside the big windows as your witnesses.

Hyunjin always made sure to kiss you before initiating any sexual act, his soft lips always lived close to your face and body in every moment you shared alone. He loved to touch you and slide his hand under your dress to caress and take care of your pussy. His deft fingers would easily slide into your already lubricated area and he would gently thrust into you. You both undressed and he continued to caress your sensitive pussy until he guided you to the bed still kissing you. You enjoyed his kisses so much that you both dropped on the mattress and masturbated his cock, you adored the feel of his quivering dick, Hyunjin drove you wild that you couldn't say no to his adorable face begging for sex.

Your encounters were like this, on lonely nights when you got overly turned on and asked him to lie down on the bed, Hyunjin with an adorable and wide smile would obey, in contrast to his colossal cock intimidatingly wagging at you as it was exposed. He was also pleasurably hurting your pussy every time you fucked. He was so handsome you could eat him out, you unloaded all that energy as you sat on his erect cock, grinding on it and sliding your wet folds into his stiffness, making him whimper.

“Mmm, fuck, it feels so good, baby, you love my cock, don't you, baby?” moaned Hyunjin taking hold of your breasts tightly and massaging them.

You nodded frantically in response, Hyunjin loved it when you had fun with his cock, putting it in your mouth, on your pussy, while riding him, masturbating him even with lazy footjob on his cock when watching a movie and the two of you are at the far ends of the couch spaced apart.

You continued, sliding up and down, rubbing all over your wet pussy making pressure on his cock and his exposed abdomen, panting, and seeing him so appetizing and handsome. You moved closer to him, as he had made you an addition to his lips and you kissed him, the sensation of his mouth working against yours made your pussy throb more and you remembered how good his lips felt on your pussy.

Pulling away from him, you looked at him with your huge bambi eyes that he adores and said:

“Can I sit on your face, Hyun?”

Hyunjin almost cum before your innocent gaze rubbing on his cock as you ask for fucking his face.

You knew Hyunjin wouldn't say no to you. And then he would cuddle you to keep chatting about his whole life, you liked him, you weren't going to deny it, he was handsome, interesting, kind… but he was married, you wanted to keep it to just sex without feelings, at least until your summer was over.

Minho, on the other hand, debated long and hard whether to continue seeing you and ended up giving in completely, offering the cabin he had a few hours outside the city as your main place of pleasure.

You didn't feel proud, you felt dirty and Minho always reminded you of that, he loved to talk dirty and sometimes referred to you with sweet names and sometimes blurted out in excitement somewhat derogatory names, both of which made you horny anyway.

Nights with Minho were darker, he didn't make sure to kiss you before doing any act, he loved to tease you and watch every reaction, whispering dirty and defiantly, “Wasn't this what you wanted?”

You loved to tease him and misbehave only to receive your painful punishment. It was as if you were balancing very well the sweet sex with Hyunjin, with the hard and painful one Minho was giving you.

He was so forward and a total pervert, at first he liked you to call him Mr. Lee, but as he became more confident he asked you to call him daddy. He liked to feel in control and the absolute authority of your body and pleasure.

Sometimes you would get very proud and try to play his same game, making comments that you knew made his blood boil and hurt his ego, throwing at him in a mocking tone, “And you? You're so needy too, daddy, look at you, your wife's pussy isn't enough so you come to taste mine.”

Minho paused, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, letting his heavy hand fall on your exposed and sensitive vagina, slapping it hard and making you cry out in pain. Minho hated talking about his wife when he was with you and hated it even more when you talked about her, unlike Hyunjin who used you as his therapist to tell every complaint he had.

Minho stood up, coming close to your face to slap it too. That night he was so furious, and not exactly because of you, but he was taking it out unfairly on you. He was fed up with his wife's glamorous life, her fame was starting to fall on his shoulders as it was starting to affect his children, which hurt him, they were the most precious thing to Minho.

He moved your body with ease, putting your body over his lap to begin spanking you.

But those were the unusual nights, what Minho liked about you was that you never seemed to get tired, your body never got full of him, apparently, you could take round after round until you ran him dry, he loved to call you derogatory names to remind you how unbelievably slutty you were behaving and in the end he didn't talk much like Hyunjin did, Minho showed his caring and affection by making you dinner and talking softly about him, though he was extremely reserved, though to you… something about Minho caught your attention so much, for days you wanted to deny it, but you liked him slightly more than Hyunjin.

But you lived trapped in the sexual fantasies of two men, you didn't really believe them capable of seeing you with fondness or affection. Two men, running away from home and families just so they could fill your pussy and fuck you releasing every sexual frustration on them. You were their little doll, their fucktoy.

But like everything, your little empire fell little by little once Minho was starting to suspect that you were also sleeping with another man, but he was manic, trying to figure out if that man could be Chan. Also Hyunjin's wife, Yeji began to suspect him, he was late, he didn't come to sleep, she went to designer stores and the workers kindly told her if she wanted another pair of the same garment, bag or shoes that her husband had already bought. But Hyunjin had a very huge problem, as he was slightly falling in love with you. He couldn't help it.

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hidden lovers

★ pairing: idol bf!lee know x fem!reader

✦summary: Minho and you have this little game of dating in secret, but keep a completely opposite image for the rest of your friends.

♡ genre - warnings: smut, mean and soft dom minho, established relationship, enemies to lovers briefly written; fingering, mutual masturbation, edging, oral sex (f. rec.), cunnilingus, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names.

word count: 5k

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୧ ‧₊˚request by anon₊ ˚⊹♡ secretly dating minho w enemy plot yesyes<3

a/n: i hope u liked it 🍮 mwahmwah, i think lino has a puddin in the pic lmao so cute

divider by enchanthings

It was pouring rain outside, it was one of those rainy summer days when you really missed your boyfriend, you wanted to be in his arms watching a movie or spying through his cell phone whatever he was doing. But he was busy, he couldn’t visit you so often because he spent hours at the company, he arrived exhausted at his apartment which he shares with three other colleagues and friends; plus it was that season when coincidentally the rest of his seven co-workers and best friends were more glued to him since it was when they were hard at work on their new album, so being so close to them, they usually tend to be insistent and ask in detail what he does outside of work and Minho, your boyfriend, could not risk them finding out that there is something between you.

So, amidst the heavy rain, your perfect signal fell with it; Han Jisung, your brother and one of Minho’s closest friends sent you a message, asking you for help with household activities in his apartment, blackmailing you while reminding you that he was the one giving you money, since he’s rich and an extremely important pop star and claiming that it was one of those days when they didn’t go to the company and Chan took the opportunity to put the rest of them to clean their respective apartments. You honestly didn’t think much of it, going to your brother’s apartment would mean you would see Minho one way or another, despite living in different apartments, you were pretty sure you would be able to see him.

You thought it was strange that Minho didn’t tell you that he didn’t go to work today, you thought he must have been busy ordering Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin to clean their rooms like little kids since it was your boyfriend who was in charge of the place. So anyway, you decided not to tell him and see him as a surprise; you dressed up perfectly, you haven’t seen him for days except through facetime and you really missed the closeness and smell of your man nearby.

You left your apartment and headed to the building of your older brother and his other almost older brothers, Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin and sighed as you passed through the wide hallway, the famous hallway reserved for the eight of them, only two doors on each side of the hallway, the place where they lived, you sighed, because you knew that Minho was probably in his apartment.

You knocked on the door, where a very confused Chan opened it for you, wearing comfortable clothes, with his curls and his face totally free of any traces of makeup.

“Oh, hi, Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.”

His confused countenance gradually softened into a smile. He was confused as Han had authorized your entrance all the way to his door without previously letting anyone know you were coming.

“Yeah, well neither did I...”

“Come on in, we’re just cleaning up a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s just what Han calls me for, apparently.”

You walked in and even Chan couldn’t help but watch you as you walked by, smelling your perfume and getting slightly lost in your bare legs through your short dress; which you were wearing only for, who they consider, your enemy.

“Agh, my dear sister who’s going to help me do the laundry and dishes, how good you look, have you eaten yet?” said in a fake and dramatic tone your brother, greeting you with an exaggerated expression of excitement and hugging you, which he never does and was just overacting and being funny.

“Fuck you, Han” you answered him as a joke, you were really there just to see Minho and you were starting to get desperate, you wanted to run into his arms and kiss his nose exactly where he had his little freckle.

Han changed his expression to an annoyed one as soon as he pulled away from you after his brief hug, “Hey, watch your mouth, I’m older remember. Also, why are you wearing so much perfume, are you wearing makeup?”

“I can’t believe you brought your sister all the way here just to help you” Chan interjected.

“Hey, Y/N, nice to see you” interrupted Hyunjin as he came out of his room and walked around the apartment.

“Hi” you replied sweetly smiling at Hyunjin.

“She came to see me, it’s obvious” you heard Changbin suddenly say, who came out of the laundry room, approaching Han and you.

Changbin winked at you and gently grabbed your waist, flirting and teasing you, making Hyunjin laugh. But Han didn’t find it the least bit funny so he opened his big round eyes in shock, raising his eyebrows, ready to exclaim in his typical voice:

“Ya, are you out of your mind? Get your dirty hands off my sister or I’ll kill you.”

Chan laughed at Han’s reaction, who was also joking, since he fully trusted each of his friends and knew that they were just playing around, he knew that none of the men he lived with every day would touch you and Han had a strict rule of not trying anything with you, since you were the closest to them, all the time living with them, a rule which they all respected since at least four of them also had sisters and understood the seriousness of the situation... however it wasn’t quite like that, Minho was the one who dared to touch you and would fuck you every day if only you could be together all the time and, for the rest, Minho was really the last option in the list of people who would even have anything to do with you, since for them, you two are enemies and hate each other. Plus Han would never agree to you dating any of his friends, you were strictly forbidden and he reminded them of that every chance he got.

Changbin let out a guilty chuckle and walked away from you.

“Well, I was assigned to do the dishes and laundry, please help me, my room is a mess, I’ll clean that up. I’ll buy you five Chanel bags, I promise, please” spoke your brother, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the kitchen without answering him.

Hours later, the night came and you finished without a problem, you handed the freshly washed clothes to each of them, you left the boys’ kitchen spotless and went a little frustrated to your brother’s room to see what he was doing, he had finished cleaning too, tiredly you sat on his bed, each time losing hope of spontaneously seeing your boyfriend and surprising him, so you thought about going to the bathroom to send him a message, saying you were there and that if he had the rest of the night he should spend it with you, making a little drama by reproaching him for not telling you he would have the day off, supposedly, since you knew he might be cleaning.

“I’m thinking of buying another piece of furniture and putting it in...” started to tell you Han, pointing to a part of his room but you decided not to pay attention at all,

And suddenly a voice, a sound so familiar that it filled every part of your body with excitement, you heard in the distance the typical whine of your boyfriend, followed by his manly voice in a soft whine saying, “Agh, are you guys done already? I really didn’t want to clean up today, why did you guys finish so soon?”

Han opened his eyes in surprise and looked at you with a bit of fear, he also recognized perfectly well that it was Minho.

“Is that Minho?” you asked suddenly, hiding every excited particle of your body, your heart pounding as if you were a young girl about to see her crush.

“Oh no… if you want, I’ll get him out of here before he sees you” Han replied and before you even thought how to stop him he was already leaving his room.

You quickly stood up and went after him.

“Ah, Hannie, let’s go get some dinner and let’s all eat it in my apart...” spoke Minho cheerfully as he saw his friend coming out of the hallway but he didn’t finish the sentence as his world stopped as he saw you coming out behind him.

And there he was, Lee Minho, looking as handsome as ever, in comfortable clothes and a bare face, his hair looking soft and shiny black. You had to contain your joy, feeling him so far away but so close at the same time; as did Minho, who held back with all his might a smile from his lips at the sight of you, instead, his expression tightened completely, furrowing his thick eyebrows, his thin lips pursed a little, his big eyes sharpened if that was possible, looking at you contemptuously and an irremediable tension for the rest of the guys formed in the atmosphere, they all looked at each other complicitly, amused and slightly worried, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Han, moving their eyeballs quickly as they noticed you and Minho were looking at each other.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” spat Minho annoyed.

His tone and demeanor gave you goosebumps, just as it made your pussy throb, it really turned you on to see him upset, he looked so hot, you ran your eyes along his bare arms with your gaze, you wanted his veiny hands on your neck but you had to maintain your sanity and be tough, acting your best role, as Minho’s enemy.

“Minho be nice...” Chan said softly.

“With... that-her, never. Oh, and I see why you guys finished early. That’s unfair, you have a fucking maid” said Minho again in annoyance.

“Minho...” your brother replied in his sternest tone and giving him a dirty look.

“Actually, let’s all eat at Minho’s, that sounds good” you finally spoke, walking and teasing your enemy.

“You can’t come into my apartment” Minho answered you, his eyes dark with desire as he saw how pretty you looked and it made him feel so good to know you were doing it for him.

You knew that look so well, so intimidating and wetting you in seconds; while for the rest it was a look of hatred and spite.

“I’m hungry, let’s eat” Changbin added, approaching you two and gently squeezing your forearms as he saw that you seemed to have a staring contest, “Come on, maybe you’re just mad because you’re hungry.”

The story of you and Minho really was funny, you truly used to be enemies and hated each other; Minho met you when you were younger, for him, back in his trainee years, and instantly thought of you as a spoiled brat who was given absolutely everything, your voice irritated him, the way you acted, everything. You both had such similar personalities that you just couldn’t manage to match each other... until years later, the big revelation fell on Minho with the intensity of a crash, he liked you, you were so cute all of sudden and he also suddenly fantasized about beating your ass to stopping you from being so badly behaved. Your start of romance was so fiery, as you were suddenly confused by his strange behavior, flirting with you while still being rude to you and, since then, a year ago that you’ve been dating. And you decided to hide it for obvious reasons; although Minho had already told you that he had no problem claiming you as his own, that he loved to possess you and have you as his girlfriend, he loved the intensity in which you loved him.

And now acting like enemies in front of everyone and lovers in secret between just you two, became such an exciting game you couldn’t stop, you lived for the mystery and the adrenaline of never getting caught, and when the guys started joking that ‘those who hate each other end up falling in love’ —literally your situation—, Minho would be really mean to you again, but he rewarded you so fucking well that you even forgot why he apologized. Sex after fake hard fights was always the best for you.

Changbin led everyone to Minho’s apartment, everyone without truly thinking about why they followed him and the rest of the people who lived with Minho were surprised at the timely arrival of the rest of his friends and you.

“Woah, what is this? What are you guys doing here?” you watched Jeongin say in surprise as he slowly lowered the cell phone from his face.

The three of them were sitting on the couch in the living room, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin, watching you enter with astonishment reflected on their faces.

“It looked pretty serious the way they all came in” Felix added smiling, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Yongbok don’t say hello to her or I’ll kick you out of the apartment” replied Minho quickly.

“What do you guys want for dinner?” spoke Chan.

“You’re not even invited to this house, plus I’m still not done with my chores” replied Minho directly to you, serious and a bit irritated.

“What you guys haven’t done yet? Let us help you so you can finish soon” spoke Chan kindly again.

“Minho hasn’t done anything, he just kept bossing around” Seungmin exposed him with a smile and pointing at him, causing a soft chuckle among his other two roommates.

“Kim Seungmin, count your days” Minho hissed.

“A whole pile of clothes to be folded is waiting for him in his room” Seungmin joked again.

“Shut up, Seungmin!” exclaimed your boyfriend.

“Y/n should go help him, it would be fun to see them not fighting for five seconds” commented Jeongin amused with his cocky tone and raising his eyebrows.

“Never, I’d rather burn your clothes” replied Minho.

“Yes yes, put them both in punishment” exclaimed Seungmin with a huge smile on his face.

“For all the nights they had their little fights every time we went out” Changbin continued the joke.

Hyunjin and Felix laughed, Han and Chan watched you both with amusement.

“There’s not going to be any more nights together because I’m going to kill every single one of you” mumbled your boyfriend.

You watched the scene, trying to be the strongest and hiding the immense urge you had to indeed see your boyfriend's room.

“No way” Chan lifted his shoulders, “You have to fulfill your duties...”

“Okay, okay, but who said I would agree to help him?” you spoke suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, you both have to go while we order food” Changbin sentenced, waking over to you to gently push you.

“Do it” you heard Han order you.

“Just because I seriously don’t want to fold all those clothes by myself...” whispered Minho.

You looked at him surprised, and with a face of indignation you followed him. But deep down you were just waiting for all the drama to be over and you could be alone with him.

“Wow, he really accepted her help” Hyunjin commented in amazement as he watched you walk to Minho’s room.

“Shut the fuck up, Hyunjin, I’ll cut your tongue out!” shouted Minho to which Hyunjin made a quick funny grimace in response.

“Try not to kill each other in there!” yelled Changbin.

You and Minho stood for a few moments near his door, looking at each other complicit and with your breathing heavy, so eager to be near each other; you watched him through the darkness of his room, diverting your gaze from his big bright eyes to the rest of his room with huge windows overlooking the city, his room was beautiful, after all he was part of a very important group and maintained his reputation by having a luxurious place to live in... and almost at one end of his bed, a pile of clothes waiting to be folded. There were few times that you had entered Minho’s room as privacy was very limited.

You were both waiting for the boys’ attention to be diverted elsewhere and, Minho recognizing and hearing that they finally managed to get distracted, he locked the door. Minho knew them so well and recognized perfectly when their attention was diverted to something new; their loud voices ceased softly as they were heard lower with his door closed and he without wasting any time, grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body to him.

You smiled broadly, once again with every particle of you excited to finally have him near.

“I missed you so much, baby, you look so good today” he spoke to you sweetly, leaning into you and kissing you.

You couldn’t answer him, your whole body went warm as you felt his lips on yours, you both missed each other madly and wanted each other immensely, so quickly the kiss became desperate and lustful, his sharp nose rubbing against your face, your hands wrapping around his neck and stroking his hair; Minho hugged you, leaving his hands on your back and slowly leading you to his bed.

As you bumped against the edge of his bed with your legs, he slowly let his body drop, making you fall onto his bed gently, both of you breathless, lewd with the temperatures of your excited bodies, Minho wanted to make you his now and you needed your boyfriend’s affection so bad that your weak pussy was so soaked and needy for his touch. Minho moved away from you a little, only to pull up your dress and reveal that you were only wearing your panties underneath it, you noticed his disapproving look, still he said sweetly:

“Settle in, princess, make yourself comfortable, so I can touch you better.”

You stirred a little, getting comfortable with his pillows on your back and Minho kissed you again, positioning his body over yours, sticking to you to the point of feeling his swollen hard erection rubbing against your sensitive center, he was kissing you so passionately, getting even for all the nights he had to spend it alone, when he had you as his girlfriend and he was partly able to come and see you, you taking care of him so well. You moaned softly as you felt his cock grinding into your pussy and, Minho being himself, he began to gently ram into you, rubbing and squeezing his member into your needy area, rubbing against your clit, causing you to lubricate yourself more and every muscle in your pussy to throb hungrily for your boyfriend’s cock.

Your groans were held between his lips, but Minho was fucking you slowly and torturously, moving his nimble hips against your pussy, leaving you so wet.

You both caught your breath, Minho watched your face slightly illuminated by the night’s exterior reflected in the window. You gasped, still watching him lovingly, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“I missed you too, Minho.”

“I know, sweetheart, sorry I was busy” gasped Minho breathlessly, enjoying his cock being compressed against the friction of the fabric of your panties on your pussy.

He moved his hand down to your pussy finally, pushing the fabric of your panties aside, reaching down to your entrance and smiling smugly as he noticed how incredibly wet you were. Minho bit his lip and inserted two fingers deep into you, making you moan and the sound of his fingers immersing between your lubed cunt.

“I want to fuck you so bad, princess, c'mon, ask for it, kitten. I loove to hear you beg, you know that, don’t you?”

“Ahh, mmm, M-minho, p-please” you sighed excitedly, his fingers were tickling a sweet spot in you.

You wiggled your ass gently, aroused to have your boyfriend’s fingers working on your sensitive vagina and exploring your insides, as you reached for the hem of his shirt, gently lifting his simple white t-shirt, stroking his abs; Minho smirked again smugly and abruptly slid his fingers out of you.

“You want to touch me too, don’t you, kitten?”

Minho drew a half smile on his face to which you only nodded in a trance, completely lost in the incredibly hot and sexy atmosphere created between you and your boyfriend. He hurried, taking off his shirt and quickly pulling down his shorts and boxers, exposing his very well erect cock, you could appreciate how needy he was too, detonating his veins and his pink tip covered by shiny white precum. You almost sighed, wanting to have fun in so many ways with your boyfriend’s cock, so almost reflexively you directed your hands towards his member, stroking it to feel its stiffness, causing sweet gasps to escape from Minho’s lips, you looked at him, in his face captured pure pleasure, so you wanted to get up, change positions and suck his cock, but he stopped you instantly, also almost reflexively.

“Ah, ah” spoke your boyfriend in disapproval, pushing you off your shoulder, “Be a good girl and do whatever I say and want, okay?”

Minho darkened his gaze more and said it in a tone so intense and demanding but being gentle with you that it made your body tremble in excitement, you bit your lip and nodded.

“Now, stroke my cock and cum in my fingers like a good princess” he spoke again, his dirty words made you throb again, “But... let me see a little bit your pretty body...” Minho licked his lips and abruptly sought a way to pull the straps of your dress to expose your chest, “You always look so good, baby” Minho let his gaze linger on your bare breasts and then came closer and kissed you again.

You were so distracted, blinded by the incredible pleasure built up in your body, busy with your mouths joined, your hands in stroking up and down his cock and, as soon as you felt again the tickle of his fingers touching your pussy, your hairs stood on end; Minho without stopping kissing you, inserted in your entrance three of his fingers, making you gasp at the sensation of your entrance stretching. He moved his kisses down, down your neck, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin, until his mouth reached your breasts, licking them, sucking them and biting your nipple, while his hand on your pussy fucked you and his thumb caressed your clit, getting his hand and the thin fabric of your panties you were still wearing wetter and wetter.

“We need to discuss later why you only came in that tiny dress, in panties and no bra, to an apartment full of men, you’re such a very bad kitty, you need a little punishment, but you feel so good right now, I wanna make you cum” Minho said, exasperated and excited in your ear.

He was so aroused too, desperate for an orgasm as he felt your hands skilfully but a little clumsily touching all over his length, stroking his glans, his testicles, feeling every inch of him, which dick you were internally screaming for by wanting such a member to be in you right now, but you couldn’t deny it, you loved the way your boyfriend liked to play and entertain your pussy, ramming it with his fingers and crushing and stroking your needy, throbbing clit. Minho gasped loudly, so close to his orgasm whose he took the decision of delaying it himself, he wanted every drop of his cum inside you, so runny and thick drops of his precum fell on your bare abdomen; his cock was so swollen and throbbing and you felt it in your hands that, in a whimper you practically begged him:

“M-minho please fuck me, I need you.”

Minho smiled.

“Then cum to your first orgasm in my hand, sweetie, you can do it.”

He, being pushed to the limit by your caresses on his cock, sped up his movements in your cunt, desperately fitting his fingers deep inside you, enjoying your walls in his digits, the softness of your throbbing clit on his fingertip. You whimpered loudly, staring into his eyes, arched your back, so ready for your orgasm, every muscle in you squeezed with intensity.

“Are you about to cum, kitten? Do it now, come on.”

“Oh, ffuck” you squealed with a shaky voice, catching one last glimpse of Minho’s handsome face with a smug little smile, before your vision blurred and you rolled your eyes slightly back.

Your legs tensed, you squeezed his cock slightly tighter, only to release yourself in orgasm, squirting into his hand, just as he desired.

“Good girl” Minho commented smiling.

He withdrew his fingers and in one swift movement, slipped your panties off and without warning of anything, brought his face up to your pussy, licking your sweet liquid sliding down your hole. You moaned at the sensation of his thick hot tongue, of his lips sticking to your pussy to slurp hard from your entrance to your labia, feeling his high bridge nose rubbing against your core, Minho left his hands on your thighs and began to eat your pussy, raising his piercing gaze, watching with joy your body struggle with your heavy breathing.

This time you enjoyed every movement of his mouth on your pussy, his kisses, his soft bites, the intense sucking and licking; you were in paradise, his pace was hot and slow, little by little speeding up the way he ate your pussy, Minho was enjoying it too, getting harder on his dick, causing a little pain to his erect cock hanging in the air, in need of attention, screaming to cum, but the slight pain was turning him on more, he loved pushing himself to the limit, making you enjoy only you as you deserve it, besides he had this idea or theory, that he didn’t deserve to cum as he wasn’t being the best boyfriend these last days, he missed you and felt guilty for not being able to come to see you, and that you had to be the one who was looking for him.

Minho again sensed your orgasm so close, your gasps rose, honestly the noise didn’t bother him, the walls were thick and his friends were being ten times louder in the living room of the apartment. So he suddenly stopped having his mouth on your pussy, roughly wiped his face with his dry hand and got closer to your face.

“Don’t cum yet, princess, I need to fuck you now” he whispered, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek.

You saw him in confusion, you couldn’t even groan because you instantly realized that you were finally going to have his cock inside you.

Minho repositioned himself again, took his member and began to tease your wet and needy entrance, stroking his glans into it, sliding it in so gently and just enough to get your hole dilated, but he would pull it out again. You whimpered with excitement and desperation as you perfectly recognized the game your boyfriend was playing.

“You want it don’t you?” he said amused with his typical smug smile as he saw your needy body and countenance, your pussy made a beautiful mess, your length so shiny from your wetness and his licking, your entrance resenting his tip inside you, “So needy for my cock.”

You whimpered, his broad tip slipped out of you and this time he grind your labia with his erection, rubbing himself on them.

“Y-yes, Minho, please, please, please.”

“Only because I’m the best boyfriend” he replied haughtily.

Minho slowly slid his cock inside you, you gasped, he was big and wide, squeezing your walls hard and stretching your entrance. He sighed, almost feeling a relief as he felt his cock around your warm core, he pulled his body closer to yours, wanting to feel your body touching his; he was so deep inside you that he almost took your breath away, still, he began to thrust you slowly, never leaving his depth and intensity, moving his hips to take you to the limit, caressing your cervix, and his balls rubbing against your exposed pussy. You tightened your legs and encircled his body, while your hands rested on his strong back, you both began to pant, his slow deep thrusts heating your lower abdomen, torturing you but sending you to heaven itself at the same time. Minho kept a pace that only he knew how made you go crazy, slow, then he accelerated fast, pounding you hard. You dug your nails into his back, you were so close to your orgasm; Minho sped up the movements of his cock in you, but as he felt your walls squeezing his member hard, he couldn’t take it, he gasped loudly in your ear and ejaculated, milking him dry every drop of his cum in an intense orgasm. You felt his cum instantly, your legs also squeezed his body tighter and you whimpered loudly, cumming again and covering your boyfriend’s cock in your so intense orgasm.

Minho left his head on your neck for a few seconds, then distanced himself and watched your pussy image after the action.

“So sweet and all mine” Minho said, looking down at his cock sliding out of your core, dripping the glorious orgasm of both of you in a glistening liquid; he moved closer to you again, to give you a sweet kiss, your mouth was dry, from moaning and breathing by it, but quickly Minho’s soft lips ceased any sensation, “I love you” he whispered into your lips, bringing your foreheads together.

You smiled, about to answer him something cheesy, but Minho’s doorknob turning sharply and banging on his door alerted you a little.

“Dinner’s ready, why is the door locked?” you heard Seungmin’s voice shout from the other side.

“Linoo” you now heard Changbin’s voice shout, “Are you okay?! He must be dead already.”

Minho sighed in frustration, “These idiots...” he muttered, catching his breath near your face.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

★ pairing: softdom!felix x fem!reader

✦summary: In every relationship there always comes a time to reveal certain things about each other... but no one prepares you to tell your incredibly sweet boyfriend how much you want him to fuck you hard.

♡ genre - warnings: smut, established relationship, idol!felix implied, oral sex (m. rec.), handjob, spanking, fingering, use of vibrator, edging, unprotected sex.

word count: 5.5k

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request by anon (just to write anything about my beloved)𓂃 ࣪˖

divider by vg-k

He was the sweetest and most tender man and you loved him so much; you couldn’t ask for better, Felix was dedicated, funny, spontaneous, sometimes he demanded a lot of attention but you really didn’t mind giving it to him, you knew each other for almost a year but you started dating barely four months ago. You started as best friends, you trying to catch up with every thing Felix enjoyed because you really liked him, his persona and charisma, and when the feelings came you both got shy, until you really decided to take the first step and once and for all confess him how much you like him and, you expected nothing less, he was quite transparent, it was obvious he also liked you and wanted to go out with you.

You were celebrating, finally four months in your relationship and as expected Felix had prepared for you a very beautiful evening and night, taking you to dinner and then to an art exhibition, later leading you both to your apartment where, like a gentleman, he would come to drop you off at your place, but you insisted he should stay, you loved him so badly and you needed him so much right now; you were completely in love, appreciating every tender detail he creates for you, no matter it was such a typical kind of date, for you with Felix everything was perfect, even down to the sex, which you were looking forward to having after a romantic night.

You played with Felix’s shirt neckline, looking at your fingers and then staring at him, he returned the gesture, wrapping his hands around your waist, you felt so warm and pleasurable his touch; you were still a little shy, however you came closer to kiss him, igniting every corner of you, in a nice way, feeling his lips glued to yours, but as time went by, you noticed that Felix squeezed your body tightly, he didn’t want to let you go, kissing you with more intensity and delaying the act.

You both parted almost letting out a sigh and a smile reappeared on your face, your boyfriend looked so good, letting his long dyed blond hair loose for you, dressing casual but at the same time elegant, you adored everything about him, the way he showed his affection towards you, every day he was more affectionate, you didn’t know if you could stand such cloying acts but with Felix everything was possible.

“So do you will stay?” you asked him, with your arms around his neck, wobbling at his closeness and gently tilting your head.

Felix’s big eyes twinkled, his slightly curved eyebrows lowered, looking at you fondly.

“Mmm, okay, if that’s what you want.”

You nodded encouragingly, kissing him again with the intentions of a sweet, quick kiss then pulling away but he wouldn’t let you, pulling you to his body and positioning his right hand on your lower back, gently pushing you further into him. He did it, after the quick kiss, pulling your bodies together, staring at your lips for a few seconds before you caught each other again in such an intimate act.

A much more passionate and lustful kiss ensued, slowly creating tension in the air, your mind whirled a bit, as you found the way Felix pulled you closer to him and how he sought your lips because he wanted to do so incredibly hot. You enjoyed his touch and caresses, his full lips brushing yours as his movements subtly asked you to open your mouth wider so you could feel his slick but shy tongue. One of his hands held your face while the other gently massaged your body between your lower back and butt, weakening you, you were slowly falling, and beginning to turn on.

As he moved away again you noticed Felix’s dark leering gaze, his glossy, slightly puffy lips tinted a bright pink, and subtle pink his freckled cheeks, you knew he was a little embarrassed, but you also knew exactly how very needy your boyfriend was, you knew him so well. He licked his lips, leaving you completely hypnotized into him; you sighed half-heartedly and excitedly, as much as you had loved his cute date, every now and then you had certain kinds of thoughts of how much you would love to have Felix right there at that moment.

“Oh, Felix,” you said entertained, lowering your eyebrows and looking at him with big admiring eyes, “You’re already hard with just a few kisses?”

Felix swallowed nervously, bobbing his pronounced Adam’s apple in his throat and running his tongue along the inside of his lower lip.

“Can’t help it, you make me feel this way, dear” he replied, aroused with his voice slightly thicker.

There was no point in teasing him, you were just as horny and wet from his minimal caresses anyway.

“What can I do?” you whispered, moving closer to him and lowering your hand to his hard crotch in his pants.

Felix sighed excitedly, enjoying the moment of your hand caressing his cock, he closed his eyes, gently tilting his head back and letting himself go. You gently kissed his neck, to get on your knees and start unbuttoning his pants, Felix was surprised to feel you do it, he looked at you, he was so nervous but with his body temperature so high, it’s been two weeks since you had sex only because you saw each other occasionally as you were both busy adults and all your outings were sweet and tender... but deep down you were craving it and fantasizing madly, sex.

You tugged his pants down to admire his erection between his underwear, you were about to pull the elastic too, when your boyfriend spoke, his thick voice and slightly unsure tone, you knew he was nervous but not to start talking between aroused and anxious.

“Y/N...” you looked up, his pretty face looking down at you from above, with your hands placed on his underwear, Felix blinked nervously embarrassed to say it, “I... I haven’t waxed down there...”

He swallowed nervously and a wide smile formed on your face, you looked at him amused and fondly, pouting as you find it cute, he being so worried by something you didn’t even care about in the first place but him so, since you knew he had to maintain a very specific image.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked innocently looking into his eyes, knowing perfectly well his answer…

“No” he whispered embarrassed as he shook his head.

You tugged at his underwear too quickly upon hearing his response, eagerly looking at his erect member and your boyfriend’s anatomy entailing his so intimate area, from his pubic area with light freshly shaved hairs, to detonating his swollen and slightly tanned cock; you held it, stroking and masturbating it, weakening your boyfriend, falling into pleasure letting out moans from deep inside him. Usually you used to be the one who had to initiate something sexual, and you didn’t complain, you loved that you both enjoyed the process but... sometimes you wondered when would be the day that Felix would get to go wild, leave the shame aside, that he would suddenly take you just because he wanted to fuck you just because he can, just because he is your boyfriend and suddenly he was hard, you wanted him to take initiative and fuck you hard, since every time you did it, he was so affectionate, making love to you, however not fucking you hard. You felt bad, but sometimes you wanted to be treated a little, rough and you didn’t know how to tell Felix about it, you didn’t treat him as innocent, on the contrary, you knew he could handle that and then some and he was so capable with that potential, you just dream of the day when he would be more dominant.

“I think it looks really hot, I like it” you answered him, looking him again in the eyes trying to hide how incredibly horny the slightest and simplest thing related to him made you, making your boyfriend blush, pressing his lips together and smiling downwards.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and resting his cock in it, starting to tease his tip with your tongue, tasting it and making subtle curls around it, driving Felix crazy, who gently grabbed your hair; finally you took his length slowly introducing it into your mouth while your available hand played a little with his balls, caressed his perfectly manicured pubic area and your hand went up to touch his abs under his shirt.

You sucked his cock hard, making him whimper and you bravely introduced his entire hard length into your whole mouth, filling it with it, taking it deep into your cavity, you did your best to make him feel your soft lips sliding all over his cock as well, starting to move in a pace, filling your cavity with his perfect measure, sliding light precum from the edge of your lips, you were doing well enough to make him so that, with trembling legs and loud whimpers, Felix cum completely filling your mouth. You were so satisfied but excited at the same time, every part of your pussy was throbbing hard; you licked and sucked every drop out of him with a smug expression on your face, happy that he felt so good with you.

You stood up quickly, seeing the ruddy expression on his face, swallowing every bit of him without even having to ask, you just wanted him that badly.

“You wanna fuck me now?” you asked him with a cocky smile to which he watched you with his big dark eyes, almost begging for it as he nodded.

You began to gently push him off his abdomen until you took him to the couch in your living room where he fell into a sitting position, completely lost in the incredible oral sex you had just given him, hard in seconds again as he realized what awaited him. You began to undress, once again without him even ordering you to do so, just to be naked for your boyfriend, feeling the direct physical contact on your skin that you loved so much. Felix licked his lips and opened his eyes in surprise, seeing your naked body, unable to believe that you are, for him, incredibly beautiful, hot, intelligent and his girlfriend, who knows exactly how to treat him sexually well, that in a short time you knew every inch of him, every thing that makes him tremble... however he did to you, he had so many things to explore, you loved to be treated with love, but there were times when you fantasized one or another questionable sexual act.

You positioned yourself, Felix shuddered at the thought of his unprotected exposed cock shoved in your pussy, and you let yourself fall all in one sit on his cock, stuffing all your core, making them both whimper softly, but you enjoyed the sudden pleasurable pain. You rode your boyfriend’s cock, leaning on his shoulders, kissing him passionately, panting, while he held your waist, accentuating your every move on him, besides not leaving his hands still and caressing your body which drove you crazy, you adored the soft way he kept caressing you, you wanted to live on his caresses forever. You moved your body, grinding his balls, raised and lowered your ass, ramming your pussy with his cock in the perfect and most glorious pace, accompanied by his hot moans that motivated you more and more, in conjunction with the noise of your soaking wet pussy being pounded by his cock and your bodies colliding.

You felt your boyfriend’s cock swell and throb between your walls, signaling his orgasm after a series of movements and suddenly you felt his cumshot straight inside you, leaving Felix slightly tired. You continued to use his cock, until you cum, whimpering at such a pleasurable sensation, throwing back your head in exasperation. Feeling the fluids ran down his length and out of you. Then you rested your face between his neck, admiring his sweet scent. Felix immediately stroked your bare back, feeling the warmth and weight of your slightly shaken body on him.

“Let’s try something new next time” you suddenly dared to say still a little agitated.

Felix stopped moving his thumb a little, stopping stroking you for a few seconds, completely confused as to what you meant.

You didn’t know how to say it, you adored making love with Felix, but sometimes you got so wet at the idea of him behaving a little differently in bed. A little fear came over Felix, your sentence could mean so many things.

“I mean...” you almost sighed, not finding the right words to say how much you wanted to be a little dominated in sex, something normal but it caused you a little embarrassment, “You know... I can create something really sexy, oh I don’t know what I’m talking about, just try new things.”

He looked up, in his typical expression as he was thinking, creating in his mind the myriad of things that could be meant.

“You’re talking... about sex?”

“Yes, Felix, yes.”

You felt his heart race as your face was almost stick to his chest, the idea popped into his mind and he couldn’t help but get excited, suddenly he needed all the details, but you were a little embarrassed to tell him; he kept asking to which you only answered that it will be something that you will soon think of doing.

[...]

And since that day Felix couldn’t stop thinking about it, he thought about it at work, when talking to you... he was just so excited about the idea of something new in sex, new sensations, or just something different than usual. Since he had this bright hope that you would be the one to surprise him.

That’s why, days after your suggestion, of which you were somewhat embarrassed, as you felt that maybe Felix might get offended or overthink the situation and way he fucks you, however Felix came to your apartment completely determined to try new things and find out what you were talking about, because, he was somewhat shy when it came to sex, but he absolutely loved every part of doing it with you, a simple blowjob from you left him on cloud nine for days, he thought of nothing else, but seeing you and how much you both make each other feel good. He had his innocent appearance, but inside him there was a burning fire that only you were capable of causing in him.

It was a simple movie night in your apartment, Felix saw you lovingly welcoming him into your home with one of his very cute and warm kisses, he enjoyed your tender moment, he really loved you; but once you parted and he walked into your home, he couldn’t clear the dirty thoughts from his mind, and from boldly looking at your body with his dark gaze. He was so hard from just imagining and imagining.

He let out a loud sigh, which surprised you and made you turn to look at him.

“What shall we see today?” he said, trying to clear his mind.

“Mmm I really wanna watch movies, pleeease don’t fall asleep, this time, I wanna talk about them later, have you rested?” you answered excitedly, approaching and hugging him while looking him straight in the eyes.

Felix took your face tenderly pouting slightly, “Well... you know how rehearsals are... but I’ll do my best not to fall asleep.”

You smiled at him in response and after ordering everything from snacks to getting comfortable in your bed, you both started watching the movie, you completely unaware of how horny your boyfriend was getting; you really didn’t have any plans to have sex with him, you wanted his company and love, you thought it would be one of those nights where he would fall asleep in your arms, but Felix was more than awake.

You leaned more to his body, resting your head on his chest while he put his arm around your shoulders, Felix found the closeness in which both bodies were, tender... but at the same time he felt guilty for being aroused, he noticed that you had no intention of inciting something sexual, so the question ate him alive... he should be the one to express that he was dying to touch you and for you to touch him...

Minutes passed, unconsciously you rested your hand on his thigh, tensing him more, you notice a slight restlessness in him but you didn’t take great importance about it, you had never believed that it was him who starts asking for sex.

“Hey, sweetheart...” he finally spoke, nervous and ready, he got your attention completely, you paused the movie and stared into his eyes waiting for an answer, completely innocent, expecting something normal from him, “It’s just... I’m, I’ve been...”

You blinked, being patient to whatever your boyfriend had to say, sometimes he struggled to form the right sentence and thought, quickly raising the arch of his eyebrow and looking up; you saw him, your face so close to his.

“Mmhum...?” you replied, patiently waiting for him to form the right sentence.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day and I really... I want to know, I want to try.”

You noticed Felix slightly nervous, so you frowned, confused as to what he was referring to, you forgot even what you had eaten and you and Felix would talk for hours about so many things it was hard for you to remember.

“Felix what are y...”

“Sex, of trying something new” he interrupted you, embarrassed, surprising you completely.

You smiled amused without thinking, the sudden comment struck you as funny, one second you were doing nothing but watching a movie to going from him, the shy and embarrassed Felix talking about sex and a stupid comment you made on air that you had forgotten, yes you fantasized about him maybe too much in him torturing you a little, playing with your body’s ability, spanking you maybe, but you were totally resigned in that maybe sex with him would always be sweet and every time you are on top on him it’s when you can fuck him hard, you didn’t care, you loved him, it was all good, you knew that despite being a tender and sweet man, there was also inside him carnal desires that he liked to satiate with you which you got a little excited about. You also thought about the possibility that as time went by in the relationship, that topic maybe was something natural, something to be said by chance.

“Oh... that, it was nothing, I don’t even remember why I said it...” you spoke in a carefree tone, trying to deflect the topic.

“You said it for a reason and now I want to know, tell me what you want to do” he added, in a serious and grave tone, giving you the good kind of chills.

You looked at him for seconds, trying to process the intensity with which he suddenly spoke, you could listen to him talk for hours, when he got serious like that you couldn’t help something inside you glowing, somehow; but you had to snap out of your trance.

“Oh... it’s something silly I said, don’t worry..."

“Say it, I want to know.”

You didn’t know exactly why you were now the shy and nervous one talking about sex, but the intensity of Felix’s —almost always vulnerable— eyes, made you realize that he was aroused, you knew every look on his face, it was so obvious, you did your best to watch him slyly but he noticed the way your gaze went down to his lips to his body, going all the way down to his notorious erection. Felix froze, petrified by the desire he had for you.

You smiled internally, you really didn’t think it would be a night of sex with your boyfriend, but if you left him like that, you would be so cruel...

“Sometimes I think...” you moved closer to his face, more confident as you finally understood the complicated situation he was in, “about you can really fuck me hard, you’re so gentle and I adore it, but Felix, you can really try anything with me, spank me, choke me, I’m fine with that.”

You tried to use the right words, not basically saying that he should be the one to take control. Now it was Felix who smiled in amusement.

“Oh, so that was it, you want to give it a try now?”

His cocky tone sent a vibration through your whole body, this time you felt embarrassed by the way he reacted. You nodded without thinking, you would never say no to him anyway. You felt small before him, who with his hands took your face, looking at you with affection and lust.

“And how you wanna start?”

You got excited, at the same time you felt joy, you knew Felix wouldn’t stop being him and would wait for one or another instruction from you but for some reason right now you were really turned on.

You thought for a few seconds and looked at his soft hands on your face, giving you the sweet idea of him spanking you. Because you knew damn well he’d never be able to hit you. You smiled mischievously and in one sharp movement you positioned yourself on top of him, feeling his erection press into you already sensitive spot.

“Spank me.”

You replied happily, giving him a quick kiss. Felix looked at you in confusion.

“Spank... you?”

“Yes, play with me, do whatever you want, I’m yours.”

Felix went on his typical little nervous mess again and you noticed it, causing you tenderness. Your phrase rumbled every part of him.

“Okay... we should...”

You interrupted him, bringing your face close again, brushing his lips. He couldn’t finish his sentence.

“You decide everything this time” you replied, then kissed him.

Felix reciprocated your passionate kiss instantly, hungry for your affection from the instant he saw you. You began to move on his cock, squeezing it hard and rubbing your pussy on it. He gasped, breathless, moving his face away from you.

“Take off your clothes, love” he requested, “Just leave your panties on.”

You bit your lip, accepting everything instantly, thinking about how fucking turned on you were, your pussy and heart pounding, going over and over that it was finally happening.

You removed in front of him and over his lap your blouse and bra, causing your boyfriend’s positive reaction, seeing his eyes sparkle and licking his lips.

Felix was about to fondle you, but remembered that you had told him you wanted him to fuck you hard, so he programmed his mind and would do his best to be hard on you.

You got up on your knees, pulling down your short denim skirt and somewhat awkwardly managed to finally get rid of it.

“Alright” he said, between a halting sigh, taking courage to continue, “So you want me to spank you, then... settle down yourself, princess.”

Felix about to hit you? The idea heated your body in seconds and you obeyed him, settling your body above his, leaving it at his mercy of your almost bare ass on his lap, your pussy was soaking wet, you could cum at any moment for his touch.

He sighed, somewhat loudly, drawing all the air from his chest, ready but incredibly aroused but he wanted to learn to control his body as he wanted only to make you enjoy, if hitting you a little made you enjoy.

Felix caressed your bare back until he reached your lower back between the slight curve raised that reached your ass, which he also ran his soft hand over, feeling the fabric of your panties, while the other caressed and squeezed your thighs. He noticed how very wet you were and you couldn’t see him, but he raised his eyebrows quickly almost thinking ‘wow’, and pulled the fabric of your pussy away out of curiosity, finding your lubricated and needy area; his penis throbbed, also so needy for you. You were so vibrant, dying to be pleased. He rearranged your panties, again remembering how you wanted to be treated and he was going to give it to you.

“If that’s what you like...” Felix said, tilting his head a little at the hot position you were in, just for him and with that said, your first spank, “Then I give it to you.”

Your second spank, making you moan, his hands were gentle but his strokes moderately intense, Felix brought all his fingers together to drop his hand on your ass, turning it red; Felix continued, caressing your ass after every spank, and by the sixth one he felt so wrong but so right, enjoying your body reacting to every stroke and the sweet sounds coming out of your mouth. Felix couldn’t hold back, he had to touch you, he loved doing it, so he started stroking your pussy, running his fingers hard through your wetness through the fabric causing you to gasp.

“So you gonna cum until I tell you so? Are you gonna obey me?” he said curiously with his gaze on his hand touching you.

“Y-yes, Felix.”

He was surprising you little by little. And he found the situation very exciting. Felix pulled down your panties, finally parting the tight, wet fabric of your pussy, he separated your folds, leering at your anatomy, then looking down your back, he began to slowly and gently caress your labia, moistening his fingers, making you throb in a voracious hunger for sex and finally he slipped three fingers into you, whereupon you contracted your body, lifting your calves into the air and curling your feet.

Felix smirked smugly at your reaction because he painstakingly inserted them so deep into you as he had ever done before, making you gasp slightly out of breath. With his free hand he continued to spank you while the other took over the inside of your pussy and your pleasure, with you whimpering, his fingers filling you so well and the sudden rough ache of your skin bringing you so close to your orgasm but you struggled with holding it back.

“You like this, huh?” your boyfriend said in a cocky tone.

Felix rammed into you, stroking the rest of your vulva with his thumb, hitting you animatedly until he made your skin burn, stroking it afterwards as if that would remedy the throbbing pain in your ass, but you did this to yourself. You whimpered, so needy to him:

“Felix, plee-ase.”

You wanted to cum. Your body trembled, your walls clenched his fingers tighter, but the sudden reaction of your body got Felix to come up with an idea... thinking how incredibly fun and entertaining it was to play with your pussy, he didn’t think you could be that sensitive. And he also didn’t think he was capable of holding back his orgasm either, with his cock drowning in his pants, your body pressing against it, with every muscle in it aching and throbbing, but it was somehow so pleasurable.

Felix withdrew his fingers from you, making you gasp and feel as if you were suddenly not whole and something had been snatched from you, you were about to squirt with intensity.

“Look at me” he commanded.

You turned your face and part of your torso, resting your arms on your bed. Felix noticed your eyes glistening from small tears and your face completely flustered, he had never seen you like this and just by fucking you with his fingers. He smiled.

“Do you own... something else to have fun with? Where’s your vibrator, angel?”

“What?” you replied in pure confusion, you had gotten too carried away with your near orgasm, that you reacted when you read his face, “It’s in the third drawer, next to you...”

His smile widened and he quickly moved away from you, so he could lean over and reach into your cabinet, pulling out your vibrator from there, you closed your eyes, resigned that he would torture you some more. Felix repositioned your ass on his lap, turning on your device as if it were his favorite toy and let it hit your dripping entrance, getting you aroused again with each quick vibration in you.

“C'mon, enjoy it for me.”

His voice was thicker than usual, Felix watched you with a smile under his innocent freckled gaze, full of desire and enjoyed watching you suffer a little, so horny and restless, stirring you in his lap, causing friction on his erection, driving him more and more to the limit, until, in a sudden movement of yours, Felix did not resist, bit his lip hard and pressed the vibrator head more on your entrance unconsciously as he was ejaculating inside his underwear. For you, the vibrator was teasing you more, for a second you missed being in control and being able to fill yourself with your boyfriend’s cock, who was breathing heavily, trying to recover. You whimpered, revealing how much you were enjoying it with subtle gasps biting your lip, you were getting wetter, making a mess over your thighs and boyfriend’s legs and suddenly, the pounding stopped, Felix turned off the device, tossing it away and unexpectedly you felt his fingers in you again.

“Cum for me now, sweetie, do it please” he growled so blinded in the pleasurable atmosphere.

Felix penetrated you hard, his slender, slick fingers abusing your poor entrance and insides, you gripped your sheets tightly thinking how much you hold out your orgasm until finally releasing it, expelling every tension formed in your stomach, slowly relaxing every muscle. Felix was a fast learner and exceeded your expectations.

His smile widened as he felt your warm orgasm all the way to his hand, but he remembered that the cherry on top was still missing, about something your said that stayed with him, that you loved how he made love to you, but that you also fantasized with him fucking you hard.

“So, good baby, you did it so well, now laid down. I’m gonna fuck you, no more making sweet love, wasn’t that what you wanted in first place?”

Every word rumbled inside you, you weren’t tired at all, just slightly sore from your ass with the very small sensation of your entrance vibrating, but obediently you settled down just as he said, taking off your panties completely in the process. You remained slightly leaning back against the back of your bed and pillows, with your knees together however with your pussy exposed as you felt aroused and nervous. Felix quickly pulled down his pants and underwear as he approached you stroking his cock whose rigid member you noticed already covered in a slight white. He made you raise your gaze to him.

“I love you” he confessed.

Felix gave you a soft kiss on the lips, to spread your legs apart and enter inside you all at once, his entire length deep inside you, making you both gasp. You felt the fabric of his shirt brush against your naked body as he was so tight against you. He grabbed hold of your thighs and started to pound into you hard, thrusting into your body, ramming his pelvis wildly into you.

“Ohh, fuck, do you like it, baby? It feels so good” Felix gasped in exasperation.

“Mmhum… Fuck, yeah Felix, oh.”

You couldn’t speak well, finally, a hard fuck.

He enjoyed his member being squeezed by you while he opened his mouth slightly as he was so focused between the pleasure and the wild pace he was maintaining.

You whimpered, he was fucking you fast, hard and deep, his cock sliding into you in pace he knew how to keep perfectly, touching your sensitive spot, making your clit throb at the sudden shocks and rubs of his cock moving inside you. You watched the action of his penis against your entrance, seeing your boyfriend’s cock slightly bulge out of your core so shiny from the wetness inside you. You began to stop thinking clear, your mind became so filled with the sensation of your core being stuffed by Felix that you unconsciously hugged his back and sought his lips, kissing him awkwardly but passionately, Felix wouldn’t stop, he was panting steadily and each intense thrust made your sensitive vulva throb more and more, you were so close to your orgasm again and Felix recognized it instantly, your tender expression of ultimate pleasure and your walls suffocating his cock more.... squeezing it so well that it almost brought him to climax too.

“Are you gonna cum, dear? Please, do it” he rammed you harder, “...for me.”

You arched your back, every tense muscle dying to be released, until unleashed in a loud gasp, Felix continued a little longer, until his sensitive glans shot every drop of him into you. You both finished a little tired. Absolutely satisfied with each other. You knew perfectly well that Felix knew how to handle all.

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backseat

★ pairing: drunk-needy!han jisung x fem!reader

✦summary: Han doesn’t handle alcohol well, he always ends up doing something he can’t remember or embarrassing that he regrets. This time he starts teasing you, whimpering in need of your touch in the back seat of your other friend’s car after a night out at the club.

☆ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, mention of wet dream, teasing, clit play, very slightly somnophilia, (implied consent), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex.

word count: 3.3k

masterlist - taglist

a/n: han jisung lately. that's it. he has me barking fr, read this while i work on a little more elaborated han fic requested, anon if u reading, wip luv u

dividers by dollywons

“Can you guys stop treating me like your fucking personal uber driver or something?” said Changbin amused but a little annoyed once you and Han got into the backseat of his car.

Changbin turned his body to see how clumsy you both got into his car.

“Sorry, sorry, Hannie got a little drunk, and he's the one who called you anyways, I was for sure gonna order a more kind uber driver” you replied, putting the safety belt on your drunk friend.

“Heeey man, what’s up” greeted Han to Changbin, completely wasted.

“Ha, ha, so funny. It's late and you know Jisung doesn't take alcohol well” replied Changbin, starting the car and looking at Han.

“Well, he's fucking 23, he can drink…” you argued.

“Yeah, but next time do it at home so you couple of babies who can't drink outside don't have the need to call me.”

“I thought I called Ch-chan” Han interrupted.

“We wouldn't have drank alone if you guys replied to the group chat I literally said-”

You were also drunk, not drunker than Jisung, but tipsy, speaking with difficulty and slurring your words, ready to fight.

“Shhh… why are you fighting, what's all that yelling, goshh, let me take my nap” Han spoke, dragging out his words because he was drunk, his heavy and loose body leaning on you.

“Oh the baby wants to sleep?” spoke Changbin in a baby voice, “you know what, fuck you Han, I was fucking a hot girl when you called” replied Changbin more annoyed, teasing him, and turning up the volume of the song he had in his car.

“Can you turn off the volume pleaseee?” whined Han.

“No” replied Changbin, turning the volume up a little more.

Han whined like a little boy, you said nothing and leaned your head back on the seat, when suddenly your friend's heavy body fell on you again, this time with his puffy cheek resting on your exposed breasts by your cleavage, from which you got a little upset; you wanted to move him, but he started moaning, you saw him, his mouth slightly open, his cheek squashed on your chest and his eyes closed, you thought he was asleep, one of the more reasons why he was so heavy and weak.

“Ji-jisung” you called his name in a soft whisper, stirring your shoulder a little to wake him up.

However it was impossible, the music was moderately loud. You started to stress as he was letting himself lean on you, you were about to move more roughly again and call his name when you hear soft whimpers come from his lips, mumbling your name.

“Y/n…” whimpered Han.

You frowned, thinking to yourself that he was somewhere between asleep and awake and was indeed somewhat conscious.

“Jis-”

“Mmm, Y/n don't stop, please” he mumbled again, whining in a slightly strange tone.

“What?” you said in confusion but he didn't respond and still had his eyes closed and his cheek pressed to his chest.

“Oh, fuuck” he sighed heavily.

That last one gave you chills, it had come from deep inside him and it had sounded so good, you were a little too drunk to think, still you magically came back to your senses… thinking about his moans sounding a little sexual, arousing a hint of excitement in you, making your nipples hard, but you didn't understand, you didn't know if he was playing or if he was really asleep, but somehow, his constant panting near you immobilized you, making your pussy throb.

You came out of your trance in seconds, you watched him, he really seemed to be asleep, you knew Han so well that you knew perfectly what his expression was when he was completely in a sleep state. But he kept whimpering softly, to which you deduced, he was dreaming and you finally connected the dots, as he was panting like that, it was a wet dream… if you had been soberer you would have laughed intensely, poor Hannie all needy to have a wet dream, after all you were friends… but you wanted to blame the alcohol for reacting aroused, for the closeness of his handsome face leaning on your breasts and… because he was babbling your name in his soft but deep voice… He looked so good near you that you felt bad because he was asleep and unintentionally, the car passing by a lighted area, so much as to illuminate the inside of Changbin's car, you realized that your friend had an erection in his pants.

That was enough, the alcohol was gone from your system and you were not going to tolerate that behavior, more from you, feeling all turned on by your best friend, when you yourself made it a rule to feel nothing but friendship for any of the 8 attractive men that were part of your life.

“Han” you stirred abruptly, heart racing, nervous and guilty for feeling horny.

He woke up, a little scared and shaken, confused looking around not even knowing where he was. And as he woke up he saw you, and remembered his very vivid little dream where he was fucking you in his room, you saw him and you were slightly with your cheeks red and he immediately felt his penis was hard.

“Ah, Y/n, I'm really sorry, I fell asleep” he said apologetically, nervously, still with the effect of the alcohol in his system.

You didn't know what to say, the car was dark anyway, so Jisung distanced himself a bit from you, but the poor guy was a bit too drunk to distinguish or remember if what he dreamed he imagined or happened at some point, he only knew that his cock was aching from being locked in his jeans and that he wanted to get it taken care of as soon as possible, the worst, was that when he got horny-drunk, his feelings of sexual appetite were more intense and he didn't know how to put out the fire inside him. Jisung tried to look out the window, but the constant motion of the car and the view made him more dizzy and confused. And it was there… when his mind started to play a bad trick on him again, his brain betrayed him, he wasn't the shy and serious Jisung, he didn't know anything about his surroundings, he only knew what he felt and he felt in fucking heaven all spinning around, but at the same time his cock was throbbing and pulsating. It was there, when he no longer knew how to distinguish, and acted merely because of the effect of the noxious substance in his body.

He was about to say and do something that he would not remember for a few long hours when he awoke from his deep post-drunken sleep.

Jisung turned his sight, which was moving as he was drunk, but he managed to distinguish your silhouette, with that dangerous dress you decided to wear tonight, provoking him by seeing you without ingesting any drop of alcohol, provoking him now too. You were still, petrified and incredibly aroused at all the thoughts going through your mind with Jisung, you wanted to stop them, but your pussy was throbbing and your panties were already wet, you hated being a little drunk, you got incredibly wet the slightest thing, that's why none of the guys played along when you invited them to the club, because you would surely end up drunk kissing a stranger, begging for more, that's why the eight of them looked out for you a little.

He finally approached you, sure of himself, with steady movements and hardly awkward at all.

“Hey, Y/n, I must admit you look beautiful today” he whispered in your ear, your skin bristled, he didn't sound drunk at all, and you wondered how the fuck he could be so good including that, “Fuck, you actually look so fucking good every day and I'll be quick and honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second… to the point where…” he laughed softly, “shit, I'm so fucking hard, would you touch me?”

Every word quickened your heart, you knew it was Drunk Han by the boldness and flirting, he flirted often when he got tipsy, but he had never asked for such a thing; you opened your eyes and swallowing saliva, you looked down at his erection… in the last few minutes you had fantasized about his cock as much as you never did in their years of friendship, why now, why, why, you wondered, you didn't want to, you ignored him, treating him crazy, knowing he wouldn't remember anything anyway, wouldn't remember that you didn't want to touch him, just because you wanted to convince yourself not to, not to cross that line, but your insides burned, wanting his cock to be buried in your wet pussy, sliding down your puffy walls.

“Please, please do it, touch me please, I need you” he begged as you had never heard him beg before.

Finally, you turned to look at him, your heart pounding, you watched his big round eyes, all of him, poorly lighted for the dark night, still you distinguished the gleam in his eyes, begging you, so needy it made your pussy lubricate more. You moved closer to his ear, not sure he can be conscious of formulating a good answer and said:

“How do you want me to touch you if we are in Changbin's car?”

“Just do it like this” he quickly replied, taking your wrist to direct your hand to his cock.

Another prick in your pussy, he was hard, so hard you could feel through his pants, Han moaned, enjoying the sudden friction and pressure of something on his cock, finally. You weren't sure whether to continue, but you thought fuck it all, it felt so good, along with Han's sweet, soft moans getting lost amidst the loud music of Changbin's car.

You bit your lip and continued, you stretched out your whole hand, pressing and feeling his whole erect member on the fabric of his pants, you squeezed and stroked it, your insides on fire, wanting to get on top of him rubbing yourself until you cum, but your mission was to make him cum, every part of your body trembled with excitement and sexual desire, never taking your eyes off Jisung, and your hand on his erection, he never shut up, you never thought your little friend would be so vocal about being sexually pleasured, you never thought of him sexually to begin with. Jisung cum in his underwear as he enjoyed every second of your hand stroking his cock, he cum so well that he let out a loud, muffled whimper that got Changbin worried.

You were barely smiling with satisfaction, when Changbin turned down the volume of the music and said, “Did you guys say something?”

You denied quickly and innocently, as if he could see you in the gloom, guiltily, like a small child who was about to be discovered playing a prank.

“No” you replied.

Han was catching his breath, unable to think of anything else but his orgasm and the feel of his penis somewhat sticky from his freshly ejaculated semen.

“Mmm, okay” Changbin added, “will you stay at Han's place or do you want me to drop you off at yours… although it would be better for me if you stay with Han, I'm almost there…”

Oh no, you thought, how were you supposed to go with Han, you wanted to go to your place and forget about the heat of the moment, but Han stepped forward to say, almost breathlessly:

“She'll stay at mine.”

“Fine” Changbin replied, turning up the music and leaving you no chance to argue your answer.

You noticed how Changbin was already pulling into the area of Han's apartment building and you felt so bad about touching Han in his car that you didn't even want to say anything else to him.

“Now let me help you” whispered Han in your ear.

His hand caressed your thigh and slowly went up while his face was still very close to yours; his hand reached your panties, making Jisung smile sideways.

“But what a naughty girl, you were seriously walking around only in your panties? Who do you think you are?”

You didn't answer and let yourself be carried away by his caresses on the fabric of your panties, gently stroking your folds, tickling you and bringing you to levels of desperation you never knew existed in your body. Han reached your clit, pressing it hard making you let out a soft squeal, he enjoyed it, the libido winning out over his drunken state and making his cock hard again, Han was so hungry to undress you, but even drunk, he knew he was with his other friend nearby. Finally, after torturing you by caressing you on the fabric, he found a way to pull the cloth away from your panties and finally stroke your bare and needy pussy, feeling his fingertips brush across your labia and refocusing on your very sensitive spot. You also returned to stroking and squeezing his erection, stimulating it. Han began to play with your clit, making you wet and causing you to tremble a little, you were so desperate that you would explode at any moment, you needed him filling your pussy, but for the moment his sweet, gentle and now and then slightly rough movements on your clit were enough to make you reach orgasm, closing your legs a little by reflex as you felt your fluids slipping from inside you. Han smiled, broadly, sliding your orgasm past your labia and ready to keep touching you; he was so close to his second orgasm, but you both felt Changbin's car pull up.

“We're here!” he announced, slightly happy to be getting rid of you for now.

You both took your hands off each other quickly and sheepishly thanked Changbin, getting out of his car and walking into the building where Han lived. You felt so embarrassed, every step you took you felt the sogginess of your vagina rubbing against your panties and Han had to go inside, watching his trusted employees, trying to hide his erection.

Once inside you waited for the elevator, Han staggering nervously and a little drunk, as you entered you realized you would be alone and, wasting no time, you pounced on him, savoring his sweet round lips, in passionate but agile kisses, tracing each other's body in desperation, feeling on your chin the slight roughness of his chin from his freshly shaved beard. You glued your body to his, feeling his erection, you had never felt this good, you were sure he would feel better than any other single guy you had ever slept with, he was your sweet and fun Han, you couldn't wait to jump on his cock once the elevator doors opened and took you straight to his apartment. And, finally there, Han awkwardly separated from you, quickly and abruptly undressing himself, causing you to tenderly giggle, you couldn't help but think he looked cute, but your smile was erased once he pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing his pink-tanned cock. You watched him closely, from his penis, moving your gaze upward running along his marked abs and pecs, you were dumbfounded, realizing that you were really fucking your friend. Your body heated up again and, before Han could say anything, you stripped off your dress and underwear.

“Fuck…” he whispered.

Jisung couldn't believe if it was a dream, or if the alcohol truly worked magic, he never thought he was capable of getting past you with more than innocent glances and small compliments…. and now he was there, his cock throbbing at your naked image, he gasped and you had no choice but to get down on your knees to take his sensitive cock with its tip dripping his glistening precum, you wanted his cock everywhere on your body, hitting your face, between your tits, in your mouth, in your pussy, his cock was just as attractive as he was and you were sure it would fit perfectly in every nook and cranny of your core.

He looked down at you from above, expectant and incredibly aroused, you started stroking his cock, feeling every texture of his member, from his slippery pink tip to his balls, you smiled as you heard him moan, you stuck out your tongue, stimulating his glans to see him quiver and finally, you took his cock with your mouth, rubbing it in every corner of your cavity, savoring every inch of your sweet friend. Jisung grabbed your hair, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, unable to believe how he was still standing and not fading away, it had been a long time since he had been sexually pleasured, let alone in the wonderful way you were doing it now.

You sucked hard on his cock, your head in a steady motion and pace, fucking his cock with your mouth as he kept moaning and babbling your name, your pussy was soaking wet, you were begging for action and attention down there, your whole body screaming it, but you were so focused on the way Jisung's glans hit all the way to the bottom of your mouth with ease, his throbbing muscle colliding with your tongue and, after an internal struggle, Han cum in your mouth, causing him to whimper, feeling with immense relief, him savoring the orgasm and you his hot cum in your mouth, thinking that from that night maybe nothing would ever be the same again but you would fuck him so well anyway.

You stood up, moving closer to him and kissed him, blending his cum in your mouth, boldly touching his tongue, rubbing both your sexes, your breasts with your hard nipples and just bringing both your bodies together because of the closeness.

“C'mon, Hannie” you said smilingly, taking hold of his wrist and leading him to the couch in his living room, you were excited enough to go all the way to his room.

You pushed Han slightly so that he fell onto the couch and finally positioned yourself on top of his lap, taking his cock with one hand while leaning on his shoulder with the other, he looked so fucking good, his big eyes wide open, darker than usual, full of lust, his smoothly exercised body… you never thought he'd be the first of the eight you'd fuck first and there you were, settling his glans at your entrance and letting yourself fall slowly, sliding his erect cock into your wet insides as you so desired from the first hot whimper you heard come out of his mouth in that backseat. You let yourself fall all the way down, gasping at the sensation, his cock being hugged by your walls had him a mess, a very needy and horny one; you stirred your body on his cock, jerking your body, rubbing your dripping wet pussy on his testicles, enjoying feeling perfectly filled for a moment. Han couldn't help himself and grabbed your breasts, fondling and squeezing them, you knew Han was… a guy who enjoyed tits more than anything. And you moved, his rigid length sliding into your core, you moving to get the perfect penetration at your pace as he kept playing with your tits.

“Fuck, y-you feel so good, oh, my” gasped Jisung, unable to speak clearly, lost in the softness of your walls performing a series of steady, frenetic movements as you bit your lip, panting and in concentration.

You rested and pushed with your hands on his thighs, but you were both so close to orgasm, you felt his cock swell inside you and Han groaned as he felt your walls suffocate his cock more; you kissed him before accelerating your movements, jumping endlessly, exhilarated, quickening your orgasm, your whole body tensing until you released in your sweet climax, allowing your body to expel every sexual pressure built up, spilling your fluids on your friend's cock.

“Mmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum too” warned Han whimpering.

Han squeezed your breasts hard and cum inside you too.

You mumbled a small mmm as you felt all your insides wet, full and slippery, still with his cock inside you, you dropped your body on Han's shoulder, trying to calm your heart rate.

And who would have thought, all that happened and Jisung only had two drinks and one shot of tequila.

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