galamxy

[galamxy]

bsf to lovers with scoups?? tysm

The cheesy movie’s still playing, but neither of you is watching it anymore. You’re far too aware of the way Seungcheol’s thigh is pressed against yours. You notice the way his hand rests behind you on the back of the couch, it's close enough to touch your shoulder if he moved even slightly.

You glance at him, only to find him already looking at you. “You’ve been quiet,” he says softly.

“So have you.”

He shifts a little in his position, so that he's turned more towards you. Something is flickering in his eyes, almost like he’s holding back, or even fighting with himself internally.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmurs, his eyes briefly flickering down to look at your lips, before returning to your eyes. You nod.

“Why do you let me hold you like this?” His voice is low now. Something about it seems cautious, and possibly heated. “Why do you touch me like you don’t know what it does to me?”

Your breath catches, and your heart stumbles at the sudden confession from your best friend. “Because I thought I was the only one who felt it,” you admit.

The silence after that is charged, and it feels sharp enough to cut the air between you. Then he leans in, just enough that your knees brush and your hands touch and your whole body lights up. “You’re not.”

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until his fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face toward his. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers. “And I will.”

You don’t. You don’t want him to.

So he kisses you, and it’s not tentative. It’s slow but sure, deep with years of want behind it. His hand finds your hip, anchoring you to him, and when you exhale into his mouth, his grip tightens like he’s been dreaming of this exact sound.

You gasp softly when his hand slips beneath your sweatshirt, not too far, just enough to trace your waist, with his fingertips burning against your bare skin. “God,” he mumbles against your lips. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

Your back arches when he mouths at your neck, teeth dragging just slightly against your flesh. He presses you into the couch, hovering just high enough to keep your body pinned by heat and weight and his voice low in your ear.

“You’ve been mine this whole time,” he says, almost in disbelief. “And I didn’t even know I could touch you like this.”

And just like that, the tension that’s lived between you for years unravels all at once, in a hot, hungry, and inevitable ball that releases all at once.

[galamxy]

bf jisung who constantly tells you to “loosen up” bc of how tight you are, like it’s your fault that he’s packing enough to break you in half. ( based off this ask. )

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: smut, piv, unprotected s*x, creampie

you’re already panting before he even gets it all the way in.

“shit,” jisung groans, his forehead pressed to yours, damp strands of hair sticking to his temples. “why’re you always so tight, baby?”

your nails dig into his back, thighs trembling where they’re spread around his hips. his cock stretches you open inch by inch, every slow push pulling a desperate moan from your throat.

“‘s too big…” you gasp, exhaling a shaky breath, fingers gripping onto him for dear life. you’re fucking soaked. slippery, dripping, squelching— but even that doesn’t help the burn. “can’t- it won’t fit, ji…”

his lips curl, smug and breathless, one hand cupping the side of your face while the other braces by your head. “yeah?” he breathes, rocking in deeper. “then why’s your pussy sucking me in like this, huh? feels like you don’t wanna let go.”

you choke on a moan, arching into him. he’s right. it hurts, just a little, in that addicting kind of way. too full, too deep, your walls fluttering around him with every slow grind of his hips, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, face flushed, lips parted, eyes watery. he loves seeing you like this. ruined already, just from his cock splitting you open.

“take it, princess,” he coos, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “you can take it, i know you can. been cryin’ it’s too much everytime and you still end up creamin’ all over me. such a good girl.”

“but it is- fuck,” you whine, clenching when he gives you another push. “jisung- please, i c-can’t”

“yes you can,” he growls, voice dropping as he bottoms out, hips flush to yours. “see that? all the way inside, baby. fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

your body jerks, back arching sharply off the bed, a choked cry falling from your lips as he grinds in deeper. he doesn’t move yet. just stays there with his thick cock pulsing inside your overstretched walls, letting you feel all of him.

his hand trails down, thumb brushing your clit lazily. “too much, huh? too full?” he teased, “you love it. love bein’ stuffed full of me like this.”

you nod frantically, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. “don’t stop,” you beg, hips tilting, chasing friction. “want it, want all of it, even if it hurts, fuck—”

that’s all he needs.

he snaps his hips into you, slow at first, but each thrust punches the air from your lungs. it’s too much. too much yet still not enough.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he pants, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce with every stroke. “all full and pretty, takin’ my cock like you were made for it.”

your mouth falls open in a silent moan, fingernails clawing at his arms as the pressure builds.

“say it,” he whispers against your lips, thrusts getting faster, rougher, sloppier. “say how good it feels. say you love it when i ruin your tight little pussy.”

“i love it,” you whimper, internally struggling to speak. “love it- jisung, please, i’m gonna—”

his lips crash into yours as your body spasms beneath him, cunt clenching hard around his thickness as you fall apart. he fucks you through it, deep and relentless, groaning curses into your mouth as your slick makes everything messier, wetter, louder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts, losing rhythm, hips stuttering. “gonna cum- where d’you want it, huh? inside? wan’ me to fill you up even more?”

you nod desperately, already shaking from the aftershocks. “yes ji, mm’nside, please, wanna feel you- need it so bad,”

and he gives it to you. cock buried deep, twitching as hot spurts of cum fill you, leaking out almost immediately with how tight you’re still gripping him.

he doesn’t pull out right away, just collapses on top of you, kissing all over your face in between heavy breaths.

“you took it so well,” he murmurs, sounding raspier now. “too big my ass. you love how i stretch you out.”

you hide your face in his neck, too fucked-out to argue.

he chuckles, brushing his fingers down your thigh.

“round two?” he grins. “gonna make it fit again.”

[galamxy]

that's awkward

🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. Wonwoo wears glasses, but he’s not blind. He knows you’re a very gorgeous girl, and you’re sweet and smart to top it all off. He’s used to restricting himself, not allowing visions of you in compromising situations to pass through his mind’s eye, although this image is strictly medical, and he knows it shouldn’t stir something inside of him, but it does anyway, and a wave of shame passes over him as a result.

tw/cw. Protected sex, lots of talk about birth control/IUD’s in specific, awkward warning, fingering, praise, dirty talk, Wonwoo’s a touch pervy, dry humping, grinding, foreplay, multiple reader orgasms, orgasming together, breast/body worship, etc… 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.7k 

🍭 aus. Best friends to lovers, nurse!Wonwoo, roommates au, crack/comedy, realism, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I’m not going to lie, this one is awkward comedy crack realism. I thought it would be funny to touch base on birth control, and some of the weird things that happen with IUDs. while birth control is often mentioned in passing in fic, I’ve never seen an in depth thing about it, or a fic with a plot centered around an IUD gone rogue lol. I love awkward nurse bestie Wonwoo, and I hope you do too!

Prologue:

“You look tense,” Wonwoo, your best friend, notes as you sit down with him in the library. “What was that phone call about?”

“It was my roommate Sumi,” you sigh. “She’s decided to move in with her boyfriend, and now I don’t know how I’m going to afford the apartment.”

The nursing major pushes his glasses back up his nose, studying you in the quizical way he’s been studying everyone since you were children. “So what are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Give up the lease? Move out of my dream apartment on campus and go live with my parents, deal with the two-hour commute-” Even thinking about it is making your heart race with anxiety, and you let out a huff, putting your head down on the table.

“There are other options,” Wonwoo points out.

“Like what?”

“Find another roommate.”

“Sumi was enough of a mess to live with, and she’s been my friend since I met her at the welcome-to-university day last year. Where am I going to find a nice, quiet roommate, who doesn’t bring her boyfriend over to bang every night or want to throw parties or leave the kitchen a mess-”

Wonwoo chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he watches your meltdown.

“If it’s not weird, I could move in with you,” he offers once your rant ends.

You stare at him.

Wonwoo’s been your best friend since grade school, and although the two of you are super close, you’d never considered a coed living situation with him. You know he’s a clean freak with a hint of ocd, it’s part of the reason he’s doing so well with his nursing classes- but, could you really live with him?

You’ve always found Wonwoo to be attractive, well, the attraction had grown in high school when the thin sweetheart had grown out a bit, his shoulders broadening and his baby fat disappearing with frequent stints at the gym. 

“Would you really do that?” you ask. “Move in with me?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “My lease is up on my one-bedroom. Your place is actually on campus, so I wouldn’t have to commute thirty minutes to and from school. We’re comfortable with each other, and we’ve been friends long enough to sort out any roommate growing pains. I think it could work out.”

He’s always so reasonable, so logical, and staring at this man, you realize he’s found the perfect solution to your problem, just as he always does.

“You know what, Wonwoo?” You let out a breath and find yourself smiling. “Let’s be roommates.”

One:

Before you’d moved in with Wonwoo, you two had been extremely close, but after a year and a half of living together, the only way you could be closer is if he was literally inside of you and fucking your brains out every day.

It’s because of this closeness, as well as his major, that you go to him when you begin to have stomach aches that persist for two weeks.

The nurse-to-be is sitting in the living room, reading through a textbook with a notepad to jot on when you approach.

“Hey, I’ve got a question for you,” you say, taking a seat next to him.

“What’s up?” he asks, immediately putting his studies to the side to focus on you.

“I’ve been having these stomach aches,” you sigh.

“Has your diet or water intake changed recently?”

“No.”

“So you’re eating properly and not resorting to a one hundred percent ramen-based diet like you did last final season?”

You laugh, pushing his knee. “No, I’m being good, I promise!”

He studies you carefully. “What kind of stomach pain?”

“Sometimes it’s sharp, and sometimes it’s like a dull ache.”

“Show me the location?”

Releasing a sigh, you bring your hand to your lower abdomen. “It’s kind of around here.”

Wonwoo looks down at the spot you’re indicating, then back up to you. “When was your last period?”

“Like… two weeks ago?”

“So you’re not due for one, which means it’s not period pains.”

“I know period pains,” you assure him, “and this is different.”

“Would you say it’s in a similar location to your usual period pains?”

You know his line of questioning immediately, and you let out a scoff. “I’m not pregnant, Wonwoo. We both know this is a celibate apartment since we’re married to our studies, and besides, I have an IUD.”

Wonwoo nods, and you can see the wheels in his mind turning. “How long have you had the IUD?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, a couple of years? Why is that relevant?”

“Well, I don’t know much about birth control, but I do know that sometimes IUDs or other birth control implants can… shift.”

Shift.

The word sounds so ominous, and you can’t help the mortified expression that crosses your face. “My IUD hasn’t shifted,” you insist. “That can’t be what’s happening.”

Wonwoo shrugs. “If you say so.”

Your mouth feels dry, and the idea that the tiny foreign birth control object inside of you has shifted makes you feel nauseous, so you’re impatient to change the subject.

“I’m sure it’s just anxiety or something,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath.

“Keep an eye on it, and let me know if the stomach pain persists. If you need me to take you to the on-campus hospital, I’m sure they’d figure it out for you. Give an ultrasound if they think it’s IUD-related, or offer alternative possibilities.” 

“I appreciate that, but I’m sure it’s nothing,” you insist. For someone who’s best friends with a nurse, you don’t like hospitals very much, and getting the IUD inserted had been a traumatic enough experience to deter you from anything gynecological until the timeline on your implant has ended. You’ve got a couple of years until you’ll need to get the bugger taken out, and nothing is going to inspire you to go check on it, especially not a recurring stomach ache. 

Two:

Wonwoo’s walking to a seminar with his classmate Yeji when you pop into his mind. It’s been a couple of days since you told him about your stomach aches, and he wants a female perspective on it.

He’s heard horror stories about IUDs and other forms of birth control, but Wonwoo’s man enough to admit he doesn’t know enough about the subject.

“Hey, Yeji?” Wonwoo asks.

“What’s up?” she responds, not looking up from her phone, where she’s looking over notes to prep for the seminar.

“So my roommate mentioned she’s been having cramps for a while-”

“Is she eating and drinking water okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“How about alcohol?”

“Neither of us are big drinkers,” Wonwoo admits.

“Okay, what about her period?”

Wonwoo loves how Yeji is asking all the questions he’d asked, it’s a sign he was doing the right line of enquiry. Wonwoo respects his classmate, and to know they have the same thought process is encouraging.

“She’s not due for it yet, not for another week or two.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“An IUD.”

Yeji looks up from her phone, and there’s a knowing twinkle in her eye, making Wonwoo chuckle.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I think we’re thinking the same thing.”

“It’s probably an IUD-related issue,” Yeji confirms. “Was the pain in her lower abdomen?”

“Uh huh.”

“Kind of like an ache, but sometimes sharp feelings too?”

“Yeah.”

“She has to check for her strings,” Yeji deduces.

There’s an immediate rush of embarrassment and heat to Wonwoo’s ears, and his voice cracks when he repeats, “Check for her strings?” 

“You know, reach up in there and see if she can feel them. That’s a good way to see if the IUD is in place without needing an ultrasound or a trip to the hospital.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly. He’s a nurse, and physical things like this shouldn’t affect him so much, but there’s something about the notion of you checking for your own strings-

Wonwoo wears glasses, but he’s not blind. He knows you’re a very gorgeous girl, and you’re sweet and smart to top it all off. He’s used to restricting himself, not allowing visions of you in compromising situations to pass through his mind’s eye, although this image is strictly medical, and he knows it shouldn’t stir something inside of him, but it does anyway, and a wave of shame passes over him as a result.

“I’ll uh,” Wonwoo coughs, “I’ll pass on the message to her.”

“It’s good to check your strings frequently,” Yeji continues, completely oblivious to Wonwoo’s discomfort. “If she has any sexual partners-”

“She’s single,” Wonwoo interjects, unable to help himself.

“Well, IUDs can be knocked out of place even without something poking at them, so you never know,” Yeji shrugs. 

God, Wonwoo had known there would be challenges that came with living with a member of the opposite sex, but he’d never imagined having to discuss female anatomy, birth control, and the checking of IUD strings. 

Three:

You’re sweating.

One foot is up on the bathtub, the other firmly on the ground, and you’re bent at an odd angle trying to reach inside of yourself to find some stupid IUD strings.

Wonwoo had come home and shyly told you that there’s an at-home way to check for IUD shifting, and you’d been less than enthusiastic about it- but more enthused about the idea of checking yourself than going to a clinic and having someone else do it for you.

This whole thing is awkward, and try as you might, you simply can’t feel any strings inside of you.

With a sigh of annoyance, you pull your fingers away, removing your foot from the tub so you can wash your hands.

Your heart is racing, panic and anxiety setting in- if the strings aren’t there, that means the IUD is misplaced, which means a gyno visit, which might actually be the end of the world for you right now.

You’re not ready to accept that fate, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Wonwoo?” you call, finding your best friend in the living room.

He looks as nervous as you feel, which is a foreign emotion on the generally stoic man’s face.

“Did you find them?” he asks. 

You shake your head.

“Well, what if we go to an urgent care clinic? Or set up an appointment with your doctor?” he suggests.

“My doctor is a man, and the clinics might have a male doctor, and they’d probably want to check on the spot without sending a referral to the place that put the IUD in, and- Well,” you can feel tears burning in your eyes, “I really don’t have the mental capacity to have a man I don’t know looking up inside me right now-”

“I could call Yeji-”

“I don’t even know Yeji,” you groan. “This whole thing is so fucking awkward.”

“So.. what are you going to do?”

“I hate to ask this…” correction, you can’t believe you’re about to ask this, “but… could you maybe… would you, uh… do you maybe want to help me check for the strings?” 

Wonwoo simply stares at you.

“Please?” 

He swallows thickly. “I’ll go get some surgical gloves.”

You’re doing this, and you’ve just got to suck it up. As awkward as the idea is of your childhood best friend fingering you to find some fucking IUD strings is, the notion of some random man at a hospital doing it is even worse.

While Wonwoo is getting gloves, you go to your room to change into a dress. That way, you’ll be covered, but there will still be easy access.

Once you’re dressed, you head to the bathroom, where you find Wonwoo waiting. There’s a bottle of lube on the sink, and it’s clear he’s slicked up his gloved fingers in preparation. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to a walk-in?” he asks, and you can tell from the pink of his ears that he’s as awkward about this as you are. 

“Wonwoo, you’re just going to close your eyes, put your fingers into something, and see if strings poke you,” you tell him, letting out a deep breath. “It will be simple.” You’re trying to convince yourself, but it’s not working.

Now it’s Wonwoo’s turn to sigh. He kneels down on the floor, then actually closes his eyes.

“Can you guide my hand?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You swallow a lump in your throat, reaching to grab his wrist. Slowly, you bring his fingers between your thighs. “It’s uh, right here.”

The first contact of Wonwoo’s gloved digits on your core has you jolting, and your skin immediately heats with embarrassment.

“After this one, remind me to never get another IUD,” you groan.

“There are other methods,” he muses, his fingers gently slipping into you with aid from the lube. 

“I don’t want pills or an implant, or a shot, or one of those diva cup ring things,” you insist.

“Condoms are pretty dependable.”

“Yeah, if a man actually wants to wear one. Most guys are such crybabies about a bit of rubber that they’d rather put their girlfriend through humiliation of IUD insertion, or the trauma of pills that fuck up your emotions and body-”

You’re so busy ranting that you almost don’t notice Wonwoo’s fingers pushing deeper, but then he begins searching around, and he accidentally makes contact with your G-spot, which immediately makes you choke on your words.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo says softly. “Uh, tell me more about bad birth control?”

“Yeah, uh…” God, you can feel yourself sweating, and you can’t bring yourself to look down at Wonwoo, so you close your eyes, tilting your head back to focus on your female rage rather than your hot best friend inspecting your pussy for IUD strings. “The fact that men get sedation or whatever for vasectomies but women still have to get this shit inserted with no local anasthesia or anything, it’s barbaric and misogynistic, not to mention anti-woman.”

“That definitely sounds like a double standard,” Wonwoo agrees.

“If men had to endure the pain we do for an IUD male equivalent procedure, they’d for sure get full sedation and pain meds,” you declare.

“You’re probably right about that.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you can feel the fucking strings.”

“No luck, yet. Sorry.”

You groan. “You uh… feel pretty deep in there.”

“I’ve got long fingers.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wanted you to do this.”

“If I’m being honest, I think we should call it. I can’t find any strings.”

“Just…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “One more minute.”

“If you say so.”

A bead of sweat rolls down your neck, your heart racing in your chest. 

Please find the strings. Please for the love of God-

“Wait, I think something just poked me!” Wonwoo tells you, and your eyes flash open.

“Is it the strings!?”

He pushes his fingers just a touch deeper, and after a moment, Wonwoo nods. “I think it’s the strings!”

“Thank God!” you practically scream. 

In response, Wonwoo tears his hand away from you, and you immediately cover yourself with your dress again.

Your best friend opens his eyes and looks up at you. “We found the strings, but I still think you should get a referral for a minimally invasive ultrasound just to make sure it’s in place where it should be.”

“Wonwoo, we’re going to celebrate the small wins,” you tell him. “And we are also never going to speak of this ever again to anyone, do you understand?”

He nods solemnly. “I have zero memory of anything that just took place.”

“Good boy.” 

Four:

As someone who’s entering the medical field, Wonwoo knows he’s not supposed to feel weird about the human body.

After all, a body is just a body. 

But… there’s something about the fact that he was just up and close with your body, and he feels ashamed that the whole situation is affecting him the way it is.

There shouldn’t be anything sexy about stomach aches and possible misplaced IUDs, and yet… Wonwoo feels flushed every time he thinks about it.

You’ve been best friends since you were both children, but it’s a far reach to say that Wonwoo has ever seen you as a sister. The two of you had been inseparable for your younger years, and when you’d both hit puberty, the dynamic had shifted somewhat.

Sure, you’ve both had significant others, and been supportive of each other in everything- but… Wonwoo can’t pretend he’s not attracted to you.

It’s something he’s always been able to push to the side, after all, he’d never jeopardize your connection for the chance of getting his rocks off. He’s not that kind of man, which is why this whole IUD situation has put him in such an uncomfortable position.

It’s been two days since he checked your strings, and things have felt different. The two of you don’t know how to be around each other now, and that’s evident by the way you both stutter and give each other a wide berth in the kitchen at dinner time.

Wonwoo can feel his skin getting warm as he steps back to give you space to move to the fridge, and he swallows the lump in his throat, uncomfortably adjusting his glasses.

“I feel like maybe we both need a drink,” you say with a deep sigh.

The two of you are not big on alcohol, but there’s a mixed spirit drink bottle in the top cupboard for extreme situations, and this definitely feels like the right time for it.

Wonwoo helps you pour the liquid into two large glasses, and with an awkward smile, you clink your cup to his own before taking a sip.

“Let’s watch something,” you suggest next, and the two of you go to the living room.

You’re both interested in Netflix documentaries, and you find one that looks interesting. It’s something to get your mind off of things, but as Wonwoo continues to drink, his thoughts start to wander.

As a non-drinker, Wonwoo’s tolerance is substantially lower than he’d like it to be, and he can feel his skin heating. His mind feels fuzzy now, and his gaze keeps slipping over to you.

The two of you can’t live this way.

You just can’t.

Things can’t be this awkward forever, and if there was ever a time to tell you he’s into you as more than a friend, it would be now.

One episode of the documentary finishes, and as the screen cuts to credits, Wonwoo lets out an extremely deep breath.

“I need to tell you something,” he states.

“God.” You immediately hide your face, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. “What is it?”

“I don’t want things to be awkward between us because I had to help you find your IUD strings,” Wonwoo says first. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it, can we?”

“I like you.”

“Huh?” You look over at him with confusion.

“This might make it more awkward if you don’t feel the same way,” Wonwoo admits, his mouth getting dry. “But… I like you a lot, and… helping you with that whole thing… well, it doesn’t make me see you any differently. In fact, uh… maybe kind of the opposite.”

Wonwoo can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Did he just admit that being gloved and two fingers deep in your pussy made him even more into you?

Yes. Yes, he did. 

“I think maybe it’s time for bed,” you tell him, and his heart sinks in his chest.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, we can talk about it in the morning.” 

The two of you stand up after turning the TV off, and Wonwoo doesn’t even know if he should look at you.

Then, surprisingly, you step forward, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Get some sleep,” you tell him.

He stands there in shock as you head to your room, offering him an awkward smile as you close the door behind you.

Wonwoo continues to just exist blankly, unmoving in the living room for a solid five minutes before he’s able to shake himself out of things. 

He doesn’t know what the future might bring, but the future is best brought sober. 

Five: 

You’re sitting in the kitchen when Wonwoo comes out of his room. 

Neither of you have classes today, and you’re kind of happy about that, because Wonwoo looks disheveled in a way you’ve never seen him look before.

His glasses are askew, his hair is a curly mess, his eyes have bags under them like he’s hardly slept-

“You okay?” you ask immediately.

Wonwoo lets out a deep breath. “Sorry about last night. I said some things I shouldn’t have, and I probably hurt our friendship-”

“It’s fine,” you assure him.

“No, it’s not. I stepped over a boundary-”

“Wonwoo,” you say his name firmly, grabbing his attention. “You didn’t mess things up. You told me you like me, and I wanted to say it back, but you were drunk, and I thought it would be best to tell you when you were sober, or at least… hungover or something.”

Wonwoo blinks at you. His lips part, but he’s not able to speak for a few moments. “You like me too?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Like… as more than a friend?”

“I mean, you and I have been inseparable since we were kids. I’ve always had a crush on you, Wonwoo, but I pushed it aside for our friendship.”

“So did I.”

“Who knew all it would take was an IUD and a very awkward situation of trying to find us for us to admit this sort of thing?” You let out a small laugh, and Wonwoo joins in with you, which eases your anxieties.

“So…” He swallows thickly. “What now?”

“We could just watch movies and hang out today, you know, like a lazy Sunday date.”

“But we watch movies and hang out all the time, shouldn’t I… I don’t know, take you out for brunch or something?” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I was thinking, while watching our show, we could cuddle, which isn’t something we’ve ever done.”

“I think I would like that,” Wonwoo admits.

“How about you go find us a new show, and I’ll make you some ramen. It looks like you need some food.”

Wonwoo nods, moving to the living room while you get water boiling for the noodles.

You’re trying to hide it, but you feel jittery. At the same time, the awkward atmosphere has shifted. Things feel a touch back to normal, but amplified in a way. No longer are you just making food for your roommate; you’re making food for a man who likes you the way you like him.

Suddenly, things feel domestic in a way they’ve never felt before, and that sensation brings you joy as you prepare the ramen and join Wonwoo in the living room.

The two of you agree on a show, and in the first fifteen minutes, Wonwoo slowly eats and sips on water.

Once he’s finished, he sets the bowl to the side. 

“So… do you want to move closer?” he asks.

Your heart is racing as you snuggle up to his side, and Wonwoo’s arm goes around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You release a deep sigh, already very comfortable, and it’s in this position that you spend most of the day.

The whole documentary miniseries you’re watching comes to a conclusion, and you shift. You sit back up to stretch, and Wonwoo watches you.

When you let out a sigh and allow your arms to rest by your sides again, Wonwoo finally asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart lurches into your throat, and you swallow it back down.

“Yeah.”

He leans forward, and you mirror the motion.

You stare at your best friend, admiring all the little things about his handsome face.

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.

The moment feels suspended in time. It feels fast, yet slow, all at once, and then, Wonwoo closes the distance.

His mouth meets yours, hesitantly at first, but when you lean forward, grabbing his shoulders, he relaxes a little.

Neither of you are dreaming this up; it’s real.

You’re kissing your best friend, and fuck, it feels so good.

You love how gentle Wonwoo is, how it’s not immediate intensity. He’s soft, and his motions are tentative, as if he’s trying to figure you out.

Meanwhile, a need is growing inside of you, so you’re the one to take things to the next step. You open your mouth, licking Wonwoo’s lip, and he mirrors you.

A soft moan escapes you, and you shift closer, wanting to be pressed to him, wanting to feel his heart as it races alongside your own.

Things are getting heated fast, and soon, you’re crawling on top of him, straddling his hips on your living room couch.

Wonwoo’s hands stay in a respectable place on your hips, but it’s simply not enough for you anymore.

You reach down, guiding his grip to your bum.

Wonwoo groans beneath you, breaking the kiss to look up at you. “Should we take a minute?”

“Why?”

Wonwoo blushes. “Well, uh…”

That’s when you feel something pressing against your core, and you realize your grinding has caused him to get hard. Your pussy flutters, and you swallow thickly. “Do you really want to stop?”

“Well, I mean… you’ve been having stomach pains. Your IUD might be in the wrong place-”

“You felt the strings, that means it’s there.”

“What if it’s not working?”

“I read online that as long as it’s in me still, it’s likely working.”

“Do you want to risk it?”

You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

“What if this messes things up?”

“It won’t,” you tell him.

“How can you be so sure?”

Wonwoo’s looking at you with such pure eyes, and your heart melts for him. “I just know.”

You can see the moment he gives in. 

You’re both putting your friendship on the line, but if there’s one man in the world who you know would never hurt you, it’s Wonwoo.

Slowly, you press your lips to his again.

The momentum is like it was the first time, a gentle, gradual build, and you’re doing your best not to start grinding on him again.

Your body wants one thing, but your mind knows you have to take this slow.

Wonwoo’s a thoughtful man. He’s a thinker. And thoughts don’t easily slip from his head. You don’t want to scare him away, so you meet his pace, allowing him to be the one who instigates progression.

His hand begins to grip your bum again, and you release a moan, kissing him deeper.

Your fingers thread through his hair, gently tugging to earn your own sounds of pleasure.

God, Wonwoo’s so sexy. Your entire body is humming with energy as you make out like teenagers on your living room couch.

You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and soon, Wonwoo seems to break too.

He pulls away from the kiss, letting out a groan. “Do you want to go to my room?”

“Okay.”

You’re breathing heavily as you stand up, and you let Wonwoo lead you to his room. Once you’re there, it’s as if the unknowing comes to the surface again. You and Wonwoo look at each other, two people in a room you’ve been in a hundred times, but this time, everything is different.

It’s like starting from ground zero again, both of you tentatively connecting, lips meeting. His hands are on your hips, and the two of you slowly move toward the bed. 

You grab the bottom of his shirt, and Wonwoo breaks the kiss to allow you to remove it.

God, his body is so perfect. It’s lean but muscled, and even with his heavy nursing workload, he always finds time to go to the gym.

You remove your hoodie next, revealing the lacy bralette beneath.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, his eyes flicking up to meet your own. His ears are turning pink, and you know he’s shy about checking you out, but unfortunately for him, he’s just going to have to get used to it.

You grab his hand, pulling him to the bed, where you sit down first, looking up at him. 

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Of course.”

“This might be a little awkward for both of us, first times always are,” you note, “but, I think we were always meant to be together, and after this, things will be a lot easier.”

Wonwoo is quiet for a moment, but then he nods. “I agree with that.” 

“Try to get out of your own head for a minute, okay?”

“Okay.”

You stroke his hand, and then you guide it to your breast, prompting him to squeeze you gently.

A soft groan escapes your lips. “Feels good.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly, bringing both hands to your breasts so he can massage you through your bralette.

He continues this for a minute before you get too horny, and you reach behind your back to remove the last piece of fabric blocking him from direct contact with your chest.

As the material slips off, Wonwoo takes a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, guiding his hands back. “I like this.”

His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you shiver, core pulsing with interest. 

“Here,” you offer, “come sit against the headboard.”

Wonwoo does as you tell him, no questions asked, and once he’s situated, you straddle him like you did on the couch.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is filled with passion. His hands are on your hips, but you grab them, guiding him to your breasts again.

It feels so good to be kissing your best friend while he massages your chest, and you begin to grind down against him, eliciting moans from both of you. 

You’re overwhelmed in the best possible way, and you break the kiss, which prompts Wonwoo to kiss your throat, then down to your collar bones- soon, he has your nipple in his mouth, and your whole body lights up with the sensation.

You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his face pressed against your boobs, a silent plea for him to continue.

Your hips are still swiveling, and you can feel Wonwoo getting harder and harder with each passing second.

Soon, you can’t take it anymore, and you stop. “Let’s get naked.”

“Yeah.”

You get off Wonwoo, standing so you can remove the last of your clothes. He does the same, and then he reaches for his bedside table, removing a condom package and a bottle of lube.

“Condom?” you ask.

“We’re not a hundred percent sure about your IUD yet, and I don’t want to risk anything,” Wonwoo muses.

You decide that if you try to have sex without protection, he’s just going to be in his head, so you promise yourself to get a clean bill of health from your doctor (with perhaps the help of an ultrasound machine), and then you can enjoy the raw feeling of your best friend.

Wonwoo joins you on the bed again, but the condom is still on the side table. It’s clear he wants a bit more foreplay, so you wrap your legs around his hips and draw him close, lips crashing against his own.

The two of you continue to make out, your whole body on fire. One of his hands is still massaging your breast, but then it begins to descend. He rubs your clit, and you whimper, shifting below him for better access.

“Been thinking about fingering you,” he admits.

“Got a taste and you couldn’t forget it, huh?” you tease. “Me neither.”

“Yeah?” He slips two digits into your soaked core. 

“Your fingers are just so long, and they fit perfectly. You hit the perfect spot-” you whimper when he touches the exact location you were just talking about. “Fuck, someone’s a fast learner.”

“I noticed how you reacted last time. It wasn’t the time or place then, but I promised to utilize it later if I ever got the chance,” Wonwoo breathes, stroking your g-spot expertly.

Your eyes close, and you give in to the pleasure, whimpering and desperately clutching his shoulders. 

Wonwoo’s lips move to your throat, and he worships you, making your mind go blank and your legs numb. God, he’s good with his fingers, repeatedly hitting your G-spot while his palm rubs your clit-

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, feeling your release bubbling already. Foreplay and longing have contributed to a fast unraveling, and Wonwoo just knows what you like. Sure, this is a first time for you both, but he knows enough about you to infer things, and your vocal nature edges him on as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re getting louder and louder, and soon, you’re belting out, “I’m gonna cum!”

Wonwoo finger fucks you even faster, and you explode like a firework. Sparks of jittery energy combust through you, taking over your entire body as Wonwoo pleasures you.

You gasp loudly, and Wonwoo helps you ride out the orgasm with unwavering dedication.

His kisses are a constant on your throat, and he works you through it until your core stops pulsing around his fingers.

Then, Wonwoo removes them.

You’re shocked to open your eyes and see your neat freak best friend lick his digits clean, and your core throbs at the sight.

His cock is completely erect, and it looks beautiful. It’s long, but still thick enough to be balanced, if you can describe a penis as balanced, that is.

Wonwoo reaches for the condom package, and you watch, breathless, as he slides the rubber on.

“You still want this?” he asks.

“More than anything,” you confirm, opening your arms to prompt him to come closer again.

“Do you want me to use lube?” he asks.

“I’m wet enough and we both know it.”

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he assures you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

God, you love this man.

You’ve loved him for years, and you can tell in this moment that you’re very much at risk of being in love with him within the week. 

You draw his lips to yours as he adjusts his cock to your core, rubbing the tip between your soaked pussy lips.

Wonwoo is slow about pushing into you, giving your body time to adjust.

You haven’t had sex in a while, so it’s definitely a jump from fingers to cock, and you groan into the kiss as he sheathes himself.

Once his hips are flush to your own, your mouths separate so you can both moan at the sensation. Wonwoo swallows thickly. “Should I move?”

“Yeah,” you nod, eagerly awaiting what’s to come. “Feels good already.”

Wonwoo takes a breath as he begins to thrust, it’s shallow and slow at first, but the pleasure is so great that you find yourself grabbing his shoulders.

Your head falls back against the pillows, eyes closing to enjoy everything Wonwoo is giving you.

As his pace accelerates, he draws your lips to his own again, and you kiss him desperately as he fucks you.

One particularly deep thrust has you squeaking, and Wonwoo pauses, breaking the kiss. “I can definitely feel your strings.”

“What?”

“The IUD, I felt them.”

“Like… on your cock?”

Wonwoo laughs. “Yeah.”

“Is that normal?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “I don’t know much about it. But if my fingers could reach them, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised my dick can.”

When you’d gotten an IUD, you hadn’t known any of this stuff. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, it was just a feeling.” Wonwoo begins to thrust again, but you can tell he’s keeping it shallower.

If he were to go deeper, you get the sense he’s afraid he might mess up your wonky IUD even more, and while part of you wants him to let go and just decimate you, you respect that he’s being careful. 

His lips meet yours again, and the kiss distracts you from all things IUD. 

Each thrust is like heaven, and your core is so soaked that every movement is easy.

You’re whimpering more and more, and Wonwoo’s returning your sounds with noises of his own. 

Sex hadn’t felt this good all those months ago when you had it last, had it? 

No, you think the pleasure is because you’re having sex with Wonwoo, and your whole body warms at the notion.

“You feel so good,” Wonwoo groans, his lips moving to your throat. You love the sensation of his hot breath on your skin, and you thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close.

“Sounds…” you swallow thickly, “sounds like you’re close.”

“Yeah, maybe I need to slow down,” Wonwoo admits.

“It’s okay, neither of us has done this in a long time,” you remind him.

“I don’t want to be a three pump chump.”

You never thought you’d hear that phrase coming from Wonwoo of all people, and it makes you giggle. “You’re not a three pump chump,” you assure him. 

“You’re not going to be disappointed?” he asks.

“We can always do this again in twenty minutes or something,” you point out.

“I guess that’s true,” Wonwoo laughs. “I just want to make sure you’re… satisfied.”

“I’ve cum once already, which is more than I can say for the last guy I was dating, so… I think you’re off to a good start.”

Wonwoo lets out a sigh. He never liked your ex. 

“Okay,” he says finally. Then he kisses you again, beginning to move.

He’s found the perfect amount of depth. It’s deep, but not so deep that he’s hitting your strings or making you uncomfortable.

You give in to the feeling again, forgetting your little interlude as you’re taken over by pleasure once again.

Wonwoo’s fingers thread with yours, and he begins to moan again, getting close to the edge while pleasure builds within you, too.

“I think I can cum soon,” you tell him between kisses. 

Wonwoo doesn’t respond, but his free hand moves between your bodies, and he begins to rub your clit, causing jolts of pleasure to erupt through you again. 

You moan desperately, muscles tightening with each pass of his fingers, combined with his cock working your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, gripping the feeling and refusing to let go as it builds-

Wonwoo lets out another groan, and the sound is so sexy it makes your insides twist into knots-

One more rub of his fingers on your clit has you exploding. Your core clamps down on him like a vice, a strangled gasp escaping you as the fireworks return, sparkling through you.

Wonwoo shivers, fucking you even harder, and a moment later, he lets out his own sound of pleasure. His thrusts falter, and although you can’t feel him filling your insides since he’s filling a condom, you can tell from the pulsing of his cock that he’s cumming too.

Your fingers thread through his hair, and you draw him close, both of you panting in the throes of passion. 

His movements stop, and you both just stay still for a few moments, trying to regain composure after two explosive orgasms.

Wonwoo swallows thickly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Then, he pulls out of you. There’s no mess of cum, no need to clean anything up, so once he’s gone to the bathroom to discard his condom, he returns and collapses into bed with you.

You immediately cuddle up next to his side, releasing a sigh of relief as his arms wrap around you.

For the first time, you can tell Wonwoo’s not thinking about anything, that he’s fully in the moment with you. He looks peaceful, and it makes your heart sing.

Who knew all it would take was an extremely awkward interaction over IUD strings to bring the two of you together like this?

He’s your person, he always has been, and he always will be.

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About a month ago, you’d gotten your IUD taken out. It was horribly uncomfortable to get the device removed, but it was almost comical to see the tiny little ‘T’ contraption that had kick-started the most important romantic relationship of your life. You were glad to see the little bugger go, and it’s absence now signifies the start of a new chapter for you and Wonwoo.

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 13)

Pairings: Bad Boy Felix x reader Word Count: 6.5 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing

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He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

a/n: Not Edited. This chapter was started in October last year and then life just got very hard for me. Thank you for sticking with me for all that time. I love this story it has brought me happiness to write so I'm hoping that I will be able to finish it how I always wanted to.

The first weeks back at university were eye opening, you felt both terrified of the drastic change that you were actually making and elation that you would finally be taking the reins of your own life and putting your own hopes and dreams first. Sure you had changed your course, done a bunch of night courses to get yourself ready for the new degree and gotten a new scholarship to emancipate yourself from your parents threats of withholding their financial help, but it wasn’t real until you stepped into a different faculty building and found yourself feeling lost in where you even needed to be. Felix had gone with you the first Monday to escort you to your lecture and then meet you afterwards to grab lunch before he attended his own course. Seungmin came with you on Wednesday, making you a strong coffee to take with you. It made the whole experience less nerve wracking since you couldn’t bring yourself to find the actual learning material daunting since you were far too excited about what it would mean for your new life view. Your spare time in the library pouring through books that were on the list of recommended research materials was even enjoyable, although you had spent your life being conditioned to study harder than was necessary. You felt energized in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time when it came to your education so settling into a pattern of studying and living was an easy thing to do. Before you even realized it had been almost a month.

“So… celebration dinner on Friday?” Jeongin grinned watching you finally put your laptop down late in the evening, your takeout container beside you finally making you stop working so you could clean up.

“Celebrating what exactly?” You narrowed your eyes slightly at him while you rinsed your container for the recycling before dropping your napkin in the trash.

“Celebrating that you have survived the first month of your new life!” Jeongin looked incredulous “obviously”.

“Dinner would be awesome,” Seungmin agreed, nodding from where he sat on the couch reading a book.

“Just us?” you sighed, scrunching your nose as you tried to remember your new work schedule without looking at your phone.

“Well us, Chan, Changbin, Han, your boyfriend and the whores” Seungmin listed your friends names off on his fingers smiling slyly. 

“Alright” you grinned, making Jeongin double take at you to see if you were joking.

“You heard her agree” Jeongin announced pointing at Seungmin “I’ll organize everything”.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, flicking on the kettle to make yourself a cup of tea before you got ready for bed and called Felix, your roommates began discussing where they thought you should go to eat each idea either getting rejected by the other immediately or getting placed in a maybe list. Before you could even make it to your room your phone rang.

“Hi Lixie” you smiled widely as you answered.

“Hey baby” his deep honeyed voice filling your ear “you finished studying for the night?”.

“Uhuh” you hummed, shutting your bedroom door and placing your tea on your bedside table. “I was just going to get ready for bed and call you”.

“Yeah? Good I don’t want you working too hard” he laughed softly, you could hear fabric rustling around him probably from him laying on his bed.

“Innie and Seung want to have dinner on Friday, are you free?” you asked, getting yourself comfortable in your own bed.

“For you of course baby, where we going?” he drawled lazily 

“No idea yet, Innie’s organizing it to celebrate me surviving the past month” you giggled.

“I’m in baby” he continued, letting you sip your warm drink slowly “You should get ready for bed though it’s getting late and you need rest”.

“I know” you murmured your voice shy “But I wanted to hear your voice”. 

“How about just the two of us go out after dinner on Friday?” he offered, his voice full of soft affection.

“I would love that Lix” you grinned embarrassingly wide, grateful he couldn’t actually see you.

‘Goodnight baby,” Felix whispered sweetly.

“Night my Lixie” you yawned hearing him laugh as he hung up. 

You stood up forcing yourself to have a quick shower and get changed into your pajamas before settling into bed.

Sitting beside Felix and Changbin across from Chan you hoped you would be able to get through the dinner without too much teasing but that may not happen Hyunjin's eyes twinkled with mischief but it could have been alcohol so you waited to see what was going to happen.

"So you survived your first month! Go you" Changbin cheered clinking his beer against your pink lemonade glass.

"To be fair I didn't think I was at risk of dying during my classes" you grinned while taking a sip of the sweet and sour concoction.

"So that means with your job at the coffee shop and the scholarship you are free of your parents now?" Chan chimed in casually.

"I mean I haven't told them that yet but I assume they haven't noticed that the payment hasn't gone through or that they haven't tried to pay yet" you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you had totally forgotten that eventually you would have to tell them and that they would not take it well.

"Do you need to tell them?" Han butted in after he swallowed a mouthful of his food.

"I was going to ignore it honestly" you flushed embarrassed at the admission of cowardice. “It seems less stressful to just not think about it”.

"Just tell them you're a grown woman and to fuck off" Minho shrugged pointing his chicken drumstick at you

"Yeah just call the abusive parents and tell them to fuck off" Felix sighed sarcasticaly shooting a look of annoyance at Minho who rolled his eyes in return.

"Felix is right man, she can't just tell them to leave her alone now" Seungmin added "They are far too controlling for that".

"Knowing how they react they will probably hire someone to throw her in a sack and drag her home," Jeongin joked lightly, attempting to make you laugh, his eyes sparkling with cheek.

"What kind of sack do you think they'd use?" you mused trying not to smile as the waiter brought more food to the table. The whole idea, although ridiculous, made you uneasy about all the changes that you had made even without mentioning that you had also gotten a boyfriend and a job that you would never tell them about. Ever.

"Anyway, Changbin did anything come from me giving you Hana's number?" you redirected the tables attention away from yourself and onto your buff friend who instantly started stuttering an answer.

Eating far too much was always a risk when you went out to eat with Seungmin and Jeongin but thankfully Changbin and Felix were happy to attack whatever you couldn't eat making you cackle as Changbin demanded Felix not touch the last few pieces of chicken that sat in front of you since 'he needed the protein for muscle growth more than his scrawny arse did'. Eventually you all finished up and Felix helped you from your chair wrapping his jacket around your shoulders like he had the night he walked you home from that party. Walking hand in hand you said goodbye to the others and made your way down to the river walk taking in the fairy lights and lanterns that hang from the trees which swayed lazily in the soft breeze.

"What are you thinking about baby? I can almost hear those gears whirling away in your head" he teased, bumping your shoulder gently.

"How am I going to tell my parents Felix?" you pondered looking out over the river "They are going to be furious"

"Yeah, they will probably be but there is nothing they can do about it" Felix agreed, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you closer to kiss your temple lovingly. "You are your own person, you can do what you want regardless of what they think".

"I know Lix, but they still treat me and think of me as a irresponsible child" you sighed leaning your head against Felix "What happens when they decide to punish me for insulting them?".

"Well one, they would have to go through me to get to you and two, block their number or even change your number. How will they find you?" he reasoned, squeezing you carefully as you continued to walk towards the row of restaurants and cafes on the boardwalk.

"Is it that simple?" you smiled up at him.

"No probably not but let's think it is for now baby, how about some dessert?" he hummed, leading you to a small dessert cafe and opening the door for you. “We can worry about that tomorrow”.

Sitting close together in a corner sharing candy covered fruit you let yourself relax soaking in Felix’s dazzling smiles and sweet nature until he walked you all the way back to your apartment and kissed you goodnight.

You awoke to your phone ringing loudly on your bedside table reaching for it you saw that it was still early the sun still only peaking between the tall buildings that surrounded your apartment complex. A frown tugged at your lips you had been dreaming of Felix, his plump lips, toned muscles and talented hands but the annoying and constantly repetetive sound that had inturupt your subconsious imaginings had left you irritated until you looked at your screen. Your father’s called ID was flashing on the screen. 

You froze.

The call ended revealing that you had missed two earlier calls before the ringing started again.

“It took you too fucking long to answer, who are you whoring yourself too?” he demanded hashly, the volume of his voice startling you.

“No one papa I was just catching up on some sleep” you meekly replied hoping to appease him.

“Where have you been going at night?” he continued to question you as his volume increased along with the vitriol in his tone.

“I was studying last night and I lost track of time so I didn’t come to bed until late” you stammered hoping you could calm his rage.

“Liar!” your father shouted ferosiously, forcing you to move the phone away from your ear. “You aren't even attending your classes anymore” he continued with accusations and rage pouring from each word. “You're nothing more than a pathetic failure”.

“I am still in school papa. I was awarded a better scholarship, it’s a full ride scholarship” you attempted to explain but he was already too furious to even listen to you.

“Your mother was told you changed your degree. Is this how you repay our years of help? Everything we have given you? By disobeying us? Disrespecting us?” His vicious words brought tears to your eyes but his hypocrisy was lighting the fuse of your anger.

“I am attending university, papa I swear. I… I just…” you swallowed hard the quiver in your voice impossible to ignore as you heard your mothers voice from beside your father complaining.

“We are coming to get you, this will stop now” he announced, cutting off your words and ending the call, leaving you gasping for breath as you began to panic. You couldn’t go back with them, you couldn’t go back, ever. You never wanted to be near them again after having just a small taste of the outside world and what things could be like if you were happy. With shaking fingers you fumbled to call someone, anyone, eventually hitting the green call symbol beside Felix’s name listening to the call tone as his phone rand.

“Hey baby, miss me already?” Felix answered, his deep voice scratchy from lack of use was still soothing to your terrified and scattered thoughts.

“Lix ” you stammered tears burning the corners of your eyes as the lump in your throat made it almost impossible to speak. "Help".

“Baby, where are you? We will be there in a few minutes” he almost growled as you heard the sound of Minho’s confused voice in the background.

“Home” you hiccuped feeling like your world was caving in you started panicking in earnest.

The blood rushing in your ears was making it hard to hear anything but you could faintly hear your name being called inside the apartment as Felix continued to encourage you to breathe slowly. Your door burst open, bouncing off the wall as Jeongin rushed in with his phone pressed to his ear, his hair messy from sleep and his pants hanging low on his hips.

"I got her Minho, just get here as soon as you can and I'll try to get whatever I can out of her" Jeongin frowned, kneeling down in front of you carefully pulling your phone from your death grip to speak to Felix. "I'm with her now Lix, just get here".

"Innie" you sniffed between gulping breaths “I can’t”.

"Shh you are going to be fine, I'm here, Felix is on his way and he is bringing the others for whatever is happening" he continued explaining slowly as he rubbed circles on your back cradling you against him while he tucked you under his chin.

"My dad called" you whimpered finally "they are coming here. They know". Fat salty tears fell down your cheeks dripping onto your t-shirt leaving dark splash marks on the fabric.

"You are not going with them. You are staying here." he frown deepened, with an edge forming in his tone which was impossible to miss.

"He said they know about me changing my course" you mumbled trying to focus on your breathing but achieving nothing but shallow gasps.

“Fuck” Jeongin murmured holding you closer to him “Let’s get you into the lounge and I’ll get Seung to come help too, yeah?” you could hear the tense strain in his voice so you didn’t protest letting him half lead half drag you to the couch ignoring the way you stumbled over your own feet. You made contact with the cushions as Jeongin plopped you down running from the room to bang on Seungmin’s door before returning to you. 

“Innie” you whispered your voice thick with fear and devistation.

“I got you, I’ll order some coffee and we will figure this out while your boyfriend gets here” he soothed pulling you back against his chest.

“The fuck is going on?” Seungmin groaned irritably as he rounded the hallway into the lounge before snapping his mouth shut and coming to your side giving Jeongin a look that made him answer for you. “Is this Felix’s fault?”.

“Her parent’s know and they are coming here” Jeongin explained passing you to Seungmin who cradled you against his chest while you continued to sob “she’s terrified, Felix is on his way with Minho. Do we call Chan? He usually knows what to do”.

“Call him but it’s early he may be asleep” Seungmin exhaled sharply.

“I’ll order coffee and food so we can plan out what to do” Jeongin smiled tightly his brows pinched as he looked at you worry etched across his young face.

“We will keep you safe” Seungmin mumbled into your hair squeezing your shoulders comfortingly. "Just keep breathing". Unable to respond, Seungmin just continued to hold onto you until the doorbell buzzed repeatedly and Jeongin disappeared to answer it.

"What the fuck is going on?" Felix growled his voice deeper and rougher than you had ever heard before, making a shiver run down your spine, kicking his shoes off and storming off down the hall before Jeongin could even answer his question. Minho and Hyunjin on his heels as they filed down the hallway after him looking concerned about whatever was happening.

"Have you called Chan or the police" Minho blinked his attention turning back to Jeongin as they all made their way into the lounge.

Felix had made his way to your side instantly gently taking you out of Seungmin's arms and pulling you into his lap. You pressed yourself into his chest hiding your face in the side of his neck, your tears still flowing freely to now stain his shirt.

"Her parents are on the way here to force her home" Seungmin explained "I think we should pack her some clothes and get her out of the apartment at least so she doesn’t have to see them"

"Good plan" Hyunjin nodded as he sat beside Felix taking one of your hands in his "We are all going to make sure you will stay here. We promise". You looked at him for a moment his face a mixture of concern and conviction as he offered you a small smile. 

"How about some hot chocolate?" Minho blurted, as though he had just remembered something important about helping a woman in tears, rushing off to the kitchen as the front door buzzer started ringing loudly for a second time making your whole body just about convulse with fear.

“Shh baby, you are safe, no one can hurt you while I am here” Felix breathed his lips against the crown of your head.

“It’s just Chan” Seungmin called from the hallway making your anxiety decrease slightly.

“What do we know?” Chan’s calm voice made you breathe a little easier as he made his way into the lounge with Han and Changbin in pursiut.

“What I told you on the phone” Seungmin answered honestly.

“So we need a plan on what we need to do?” Han sumerized breathing out heavily.

“Here drink this” Minho instructed handing you a mug “warm things help when you are stressed or sad, I read that somewhere”. 

“Her parents only know she lives in this building not what apartment she lives in and they have no idea about her having any friends” Seungmin reminded Jeongin who was spacing out slightly due to the early hour of the morning.

“So can you pack her a bag to stay at a hotel or with Felix or us?” Changbin yawned behind his hand looking between everyone for other ideas. You had been half listening to the conversation too busy concentrating on the sound of Felix’s heartbeat and the feeling of his chest rising and falling beside you.

“Would you be ok with that baby? Coming to stay with me and later if we need to keep you safe with Chan?” Felix asked gently his voice low but sweet as he ontinued running his fingers through your hair to calm you.

“Yeah that would be alright” you muttered mournfully before feeling an pang of guilt “I don’t want to be a burden”.

“You are never going to be a burden to anyone” Minho reassured you the conviction in his voice impossible for you to argue against.

“I’ll pack a bag for you” Jeongin nodded moving into your room. The intercom buzzed again making you once again go rigid th panic this time forcing Felix to begin tracing his fingers over your back in long grounding strokes to keep you with him in the moment. It was Changbin who went to the door coming back with paper bags and a drinks holder he placed them on the table for Seungmin who instantly brought one of the cups to place in front of you.

Your phone which you had abandoned on the table rang again causing the quiet murmur of conversation in the room to stop dead, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pick the device up your muscles locked and fingers gripped in Felix’s shirt so tightly the had turned white. It was Chan who picked up the phone denying the call and turning it off.

“Was it them?” Hyunjin asked a distinct edge in his voice.

“It was no one” Chan shrugged nochalently putting your phone with the bag that Jeongin had just dropped onto the floor beside the couch.

“I’ve packed clothes, chargers, your school stuff, your make up and skincare and your things” he smiled looking a little flustered but it made your heart warm knowing he had done it all for you.

“What happens if they call the police?” Han pondered out loud looking around between you all. “Would they even call the police?”.

“It won’t matter if they do, what are they going to say my adult daughter refuses to be forcefully taken back to her hometown? She’s not missing and she isn’t a minor” Hyunjin shrugged.

“If the cops do a wellness check we can just tell them everything that has happened and give them her number” Seungmin nodded seriously “We can also mention that she has been financially abused by them and has just gotten a full ride scholarship to help get herself emancipated from them”.

“Do we know when they will get here? Changbin probed gently, sympathy etched across his features.

“I think they must be close to the city if they called me” you croaked, your voice strained from crying, pushing yourself to speak.

“Drink” Hyunjin offered you your coffee trying his hardest to be gentle with you. “It will help”.

“How did they even find out that you had changed your degree?” Chan asked slowly the question only just coming to any of them.

“I don’t know” you admitted swallowing the no longer hot but rather luke warm chocolate that Minho had made for you.

“They must have called the university when they realized they hadnt made a payment or it had been returned” Seungmin offered still thinking about it himself.

“Probably a ‘helpful’ staff member telling confused parents about the change of payment and course” Han rolled his eyes “So much for the policy on student privacy”.

“It wouldn’t really be the universities fault” Jeongin added “I mean how many students have toxic and psychotic parents who are willing to drag their kids out of school for getting an education that isn’t in line with their ideals”.

“As much as we need to talk this all out and figure out what to do, I think it would be best if Felix gets you out of here soon”. Chan started taking control of the discussion. “Jeongin and Seungmin will stay here in case they know the apartment number and the rest of us can go downstairs and watch out for them that way we can witness anything they do and get evidence of anything disturbing.” You looked at Chan and noticed how affectionately he was looking at you “If anyone doesn’t want in, fair enough you can do the convenience store run”.

“Yeah, like any of us are going to miss out on intimidating her shitty parents” Changbin snickered, cracking his knuckles, which only served to make you flinch.

“Can you stand up for me baby?” Felix cooed, keeping his voice low but soft. You nodded, getting to your feet and revealing the massive wet spot on Felix’s chest where you had been crying. He grabbed your bag and slowly walked you towards the hallway so he could get you out of the apartment and as far away as he could before your parents arrived. 

“Thank you, all of you” you murmured wetly giving them a sad smile before Felix tugged you carefully into the hallway to get your shoes on.

You walked in silence for a couple of blocks while Felix ordered a taxi for you, your hood up and Felix’s leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your fingers interlocked with his as you walked further from your apartment, you had seen no traces of either of your parents or their car anywhere. It had felt like forever for the cab to arrive and you couldn’t help how stiffly you slid into the car or sat but after you started moving you took the first deep breath you could manage. With each block you put between your apartment and your destination the less anxious you felt finally being far enough away that you felt like you could think and function again. Felix led you into his apartment building, getting you into his apartment and finally into his room as quickly as he could, closing the door behind you both to give you a bubble of silence and relative safety. Felix wrapped his arms around you holding you to his chest in the middle of the room, he seemed to be waiting on a sign from you before he spoke.

Conflicting emotions continued to swirl in your heart and all you were sure of was that Felix was safe and that you needed his comfort in that moment, you needed him more than you ever had before. The scenarios that kept running through your mind of what would happen to Seungmin or Jeongin when your parents eventually turned up, what if the police got involved, what if they tried to get you kicked out of university, or what happens if they find you. Your ability to over think often kept you aware of potential dangers but was now attacking you as though you were the danger.

"Baby your thinking way too loudly" Felix murmured softly trying to calm your thoughts, his hands rubbing against your back comfortingly. “I promise they can’t find you here”.

"I am thinking up one hundred different things right now. I need them to stop" you breathed shakily, still grasping his clothes as though you could merge with it to disappear from the world's view.

"I will always keep you safe, I meant it when I said that even if one day you hate me I will protect you, I'll always protect you" he continued to allay your anxiety as best he could until you lifted your head slowly to look into his beautiful whisky colored eyes, the same eyes that were so truthful and sincere when he spoke.

"I won't let them hurt you ever again" he whispered his warm breath ghosting across your cheek. Leaning up your brushed lips against his barely making contact with his plump pink ones, the corners of his mouth turned upwards with the slightest smile giving you the confidence to repeat your action only with more conviction. You pressed yourself to him tentatively moving your lips against his own until a soft rumble bubbled from his chest. His hands found your waist as he adjusted his hold on your kissing you back in earnest.

“Felix?” you murmured breathily, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke.

“Hmm” he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you” you confessed timidly, having never been in love you weren’t sure if this was the right time to say anything, but it seemed like it was, or maybe your over stretched emotions were fooling you into thinking it was.

“And I love you” Felix breathed his lips curving into a bright grin before he kissed you once more before trailing his lips to your neck and burning his face against your warm skin. “I’ve loved you from pretty much the moment I met you”.

“Thank you for letting me stay here” you continued staying perfectly still hoping that the moment would last forever.

“I won’t let them take you from me” he pressed another soft kiss to your skin before letting you go. “But we should get you settled in, go have a hot shower and I’ll order us some food, baby.”

You stepped from the hot shower and wrapped yourself in one of Felix’s fluffy towels you knew he would have left his room to allow you to get redressed in peace. But you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at your reflection in the partially fogged up mirror, you had told Felix you loved him, you had shown him your most vulnerable sides and he still stayed by your side. You had been hard on him and still he had taken the time to break through your defences. You had asked him to be patient with you and he had been nothing other than a gentleman, never pushing and always asking your permission. Felix was everything you had wanted in a man but still something was holding you back and you weren’t sure what it was.

Dressing quickly in the clothes he had left on the bed for you, his clothes you couldn’t help but notice, you made your way out to the living area of the apartment only to stop dead in your tracks. Felix was unpacking take out bags onto the coffee table, his voice hushed as he spoke to Minho who lent against the island bench of the kitchen looking casual if not a little dishevelled, his hair was messier than usual and you could tell there was something that was irritating him.

“They showed up and yelled at Seung and Innie for a while but stopped when they realized we were watching them. It looked like her dad was amping up to start with us until Changbin took his hoodie off and Chan stood up from where he was sitting on the wall of the garden bed. They left pretty quickly after they realized we weren’t just skinny kids and that everything was being filmed in 4K” Minho explained nonchalantly, his posture relaxing slowly.

“So why is Hyunjin showering if nothing happened?” Felix’s eyes narrowed slightly before he noticed you standing in the doorway “C’mere baby” he gestured to you smiling widely at you his hand outstretched towards you.

“There’s a party tonight so we figured we would give you some space” Minho chuckled as you looked at Felix then him. Your eyes were still obviously puffy and red but your tears had stopped for the moment.

“Ah, you boys still need to get laid, of course” you tried teasing lightly, taking the bubble tea that Felix had for you and taking a small sip.

“What can I say there are too many pretty women out there and only two of us to bless them with our presence” Minho smirked, making you snort out a real laugh.

“I’m sorry for stealing Felix and increasing your workload” you faux sighed making Felix laugh loudly.

“Good, you’re feeling better then?” Hyunjin asked, stepping into the living room from his room looking like a male model, his black t-shirt clinging to his frame like it was a second skin.

“A bit yeah, thank you for helping deal with them” you smiled tightly at Hyunjin as Minho moved to go get ready “You too Minho” you called after him.

“We were hardly going to let anything happen that would make you miserable” Hyunjin shrugged, stealing a few fries from the cardboard container next to Felix’s drink before he could swat him away from the food. “No one deserves that”.

“Try not to be too loud if you come home tonight then” Felix smacked Hyunjin’s hand as he reached for seconds.

“If?” you blinked, picking up some fries for yourself.

“Well we don’t often make it back here” Hyunjin grinned “you surely remember that”.

“Try not to make anyone else homeless at least” you rolled your eyes popping the salty potato into your mouth.

“Ok I’m good you want to head out” Minho called from down the hall making Hyunjin jump up and grab his jacket “ Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do”. Hyunjin laughed boisterously, throwing you a flirty wink before leaving to follow Minho out of the apartment.

“Sluts” you mumbled putting more fries into your mouth listening to Felix’s deep musical laugh as he turned on the TV. 

“Man whores” Felix corrected snickering as he saw your eyes widen at being caught. “I figured we could watch some trashy action movies to keep it light and just eat and chill out until you feel like going to bed”. The opening credit of a movie that looked familiar started playing and Felix picked up a piece of fried chicken to eat

“What did Minho tell you before I came in?” you asked, finally letting him a few mouthfuls before you pressed him for info.

“Basically what he said to you” he sighed, turning to look at you. “They got there after we get here so you were right that they were nearby when they called. They called Seung and Innie some shitty things and threatened to call the cops Seung told them to do it and that if they kept harassing him and Innie they would call them cops on them. Your mother was throwing a fit about them stealing her daughter but they stopped when Minho interrupted them to say that we had all read the email and seen your scar. Your dad went pale and Changbin took off his hoodie to intimidate them into leaving. Chan said that you had made it clear to all of them that you didn’t want to see your parents again and it would be best if they left” Felix pursed his lips watching you to see your reaction but you had nothing left to make tears so you only nodded taking another sip of your drink.

“They never liked to create scenes, so being told that other people knew what had happened between us they would be furious” you scowled looking at the food in front of you. “I want them to just give up and leave”.

“Well if you keep your phone off and they don’t know where you are hopefully they will” Felix squeezed your hand and picked up another piece of chicken dipping in the dressing before lifting it to your lips. “Please eat and we will just ignore everything else in the outside world. It’s now just me and you, no one else”.   

You agreed letting him feed you a few bites before taking over and curling up beside him on the couch his arm draped around your shoulder as you watched the same plot play out for the thousandth time as you ate. A large car chase that ended with an explosion that in reality would have leveled a city block but in the film only managed to destroy one car, you had a sense of deja vu. Looking up at Felix who was still watching the TV despite his flingers trailing delicate circles on your upper arm you realized that this was the same movie from the night at Chan’s, the night he had been drawing patterns on your ankle, the night the older man at the convenience store told you that out of the of guys he was the one that looked like he was your boyfriend. Turning back to the movie you laid your head against his chest letting his scent and touch fill the space that the fear and worry had previously been.

“Do you want to watch another one? Or do you want to cuddle in bed?” Felix asked quietly, placing a kiss on your hair.

“Bed I think, I’m exhausted” you muffled a yawn as he chuckled at you letting you get up in your own time.

“Leave everything we can clean up in the morning” he added, shooing you away from the empty containers and drink cups.

“Won’t the others be annoyed?” you mused letting him gently guide you back towards his room not really putting up a fight. You felt drained now that the adrenaline had run its course and you had realized that no one could enter the bubble of safety Felix had created for you.

“Doubt it” Felix laughed, closing the door behind the pair of you “they may not even come home so they won’t know”.

You didn’t wait for an invitation, you just lazily crawled into Felix’s bed getting yourself comfortable in the soft sheets stretching and curling up to wait for him to join you. Beaming at you Felix just tugged off his jeans and shirt and climbed in beside you pulling you again the length of his body your face pressed against his smooth warm chest.

“Fuck, I already love having you here” he murmured one hand stroking the length of your back creeping under the material of his shirt so he could brush against your bare skin.

“I like being here” you admitted shyly, placing a chaste kiss on his sternum. Your eyes were getting heavier as he lightly brushed your skin, each feather light touch relaxing your muscles further until you felt yourself slip into sleep.

Waking with a jolt you could still hear your father’s voice screaming at you that you were a failure, that you would never be able to leave once they got you back home. You breathing was harsh, too loud to your own ears but the disorientation only lasted a few seconds until Felix wound his arms around you again.

“Shhh baby, it was just a dream” he soothed his voice deep from the lack of use while he slept. You continued to teeter on the edge of panic for a few more moments until you remembered you were not in your apartment and your parent’s couldn’t find you.

“M’sorry” you sniffed swallowing hard, your body still rigid with lingering fear.

“It’s alright, I’m here baby” he whispered, sitting up to pull you into a tight hug until your breathing returned to normal. When you began to relax in his arms he pulled away cupping your face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You melted into him letting him softly kiss the fear away from you until you were breathing a little heavier for an entirely different reason.

a/n: I am sorry that I update sporadically but unfortunately that is all I am able to do now and probably will remain that way in at least the near future. Thank you again for reading my loves you are amazing and every like, reblog and comment warms my half dead soul xx

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same guy who said "i don't believe in forever but i want to believe in eternity with you" now saying "if it weren't for the members as much as i love singing i wouldn't have ever thought 'i want to do this for the rest of my life'" oh!!!!!! to fall in love with something thanks to the people you're doing it with. to love being with someone so much you start believing in a concept you never did before because you want to spend forever with them. ohbbbhbhhhgnghhh. kim seungmin.

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I know, you know…

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Touch Me

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: You and Felix have been dating for a few months now, and you both haven't ventured beyond kissing. And one night, he asks you for something more.

a/n: I had to write one for him.

You and Felix have been dating for just over three months now, but honestly? You still can't stop staring at him like it's the first time. He’s downright mesmerizing - easily the most breathtaking person you've ever known.

Right now, you're curled up together on the couch, two half-drunk glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. The room hums with that golden, cozy kind of magic - part wine haze, part warm lighting. But also part Felix and the way he’s looking at you like he’s got very specific plans that don’t involve much talking. 

He’s mid-story, waving his hands dramatically about some dance practice mishap, and you’re laughing so hard, nudging his thigh with your socked foot. He’s sprawled out next to you, long legs draped over the cushions, his blonde hair done in a cute bun.

“You're a disaster,” You laugh, and he catches your foot, smirking, and tugs you closer until you’re sitting flush against him. 

“Says the girl who’s been eye-fucking me all night,” he fires back, voice low and playful. His hand lingers on your ankle, sliding up to your calf, and suddenly the air’s thicker.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up.

“I HAVE NOT. I’ve been… appreciating your storytelling skills.” You say, shivering a little as he drags his fingers along your skin. 

“Liar,” he murmurs, leaning in.

His lips brush yours, soft at first, wine-sweet and warm. You kiss him back, and it’s like flipping a damn switch, because the kiss deepens, all hungry and messy. Your tongues clash, and your hands find his shoulders while, his slide to your waist.

And before you know it, you’re straddling him, heart pounding erratically. 

“Hi,” he breathes against your mouth, grinning like a fool.

“Hi,” you echo, giggling. 

His hands roam up your back, tugging you closer, and you can feel him - hard and insistent against your thigh.

Ok, so you freeze. This is new territory. You’ve kissed plenty, sure, but this? This is the deep end. Felix pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and hooded.

“Touch me,” he says, voice rough but so damn soft, like he’s asking for a favor. 

You freeze - again. Your hands hover over his chest, fingers twitching like they’ve forgotten how to function.

“I…uh…what?”

“Touch. Me,” he repeats, slower, guiding your hand down his chest, past the buttons of his shirt, toward the waistband of his jeans. “You know you want to. I can see it in your cute panic-face.”

“I’m not panicking!” you squeak, totally panicking.

Your palm’s hovering over the situation in his pants, and it feels like you’re defusing a bomb. Except this bomb’s sexy and smirking at you.

“I just… I’ve never… I mean, we’re new, and I don’t wanna mess this up, and oh my god, what if I’m bad at it?” you stutter. 

He laughs, a deep, throaty sound.

“Babe, you could slap me now, and I’d still be into it. Just…here.”

He takes your hand, pressing it against the very obvious bulge in his pants. And holy hell, he’s hard. Like, really hard. You gasp, and he groans, head tipping back against the couch.

He looks so blissed out, you panic even more. 

“See?” he says, voice strained but teasing. “Not so scary. Just a very enthusiastic Felix junior saying hello.”

“Felix junior? Oh my God, you're ridiculous!” You snort, despite the worry and heat pooling in your gut.

“Only for you,” he quips, giving you a grin. “Now, c’mon, babe. You’re killing me here.”

You bite your lip, the nerves and longing waging a war in your chest. You do want to. God, you want to, so bad. But your hand’s still just… sitting there, like it has lost its function.

He shifts under you, hips rocking up slightly, and you feel him twitch through the denim of his jeans. Your heart literally stops. 

“Okay, seriously,” he says, a little edge creeping into his tone. 

He grabs your wrist, eyes locking with yours, and there’s this wild, desperate glint in them that’s somehow still sweet.

“Are you gonna make me beg? Because I will. I’ll get on my knees if you want. Write you a song even. ‘The Fingers That Won’t Touch My Dick’.”

You burst out laughing, the tension snapping. “Lixie! Are you for real?!”

“Very real and very horny!” he shoots back, grinning despite his frustration. “C’mon, babe. I’m begging here.”

Something about his dramatic plea does it. You fumble with his zipper, clumsy and giggling, and he lets out this exaggerated, “Oh thank GOD,” that makes you laugh harder. 

When you finally touch him, he moans. He is so velvety and hot under your fingers, and you see his head lolling back again.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes as your fingers wrap around him and he’s putty in your hands. Literally and figuratively - hips bucking, little gasps and whimpers spilling from his lips. He looks at you, all starry-eyed and wrecked, making your heart do a somersault.

“You’re perfect. Knew you’d be.” he praises.

“I’m winging it,” you admit, stroking him nervously, and he laughs, a bright, giddy sound that’s so him, even in the middle of this.

“Wing it harder,” he says, grinning, but there’s a strain in his tone now. His hand covers yours, guiding you, and when you don’t speed up, he whines - whines - and fixes you with those big, pleading eyes.

“Don't be so cruel!” He wails, making it sound as pathetic as possible, and that's all it takes. You give in, wrapping your fingers around him properly, stroking with a little more purpose. And the way he melts - groaning your name, hands gripping your thighs is simply the hottest yet most adorable thing ever.

“There you go,” he mumbles, voice wrecked.

You run your thumb over the soft pink head, tracing over the little slit and he whimpers, bucking his hips into your hand desperately. And it's quiet except for his moans and whines, and the sound of you moving your hand up and down his length.

He kisses again, sloppy and sweet, moaning into your mouth like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s messy and so damn romantic, and you bite his bottom lip a little too harshly, and that's what it took for him to fall apart, whimpering your name like it’s a prayer. 

You grin as he pants, and he pulls you close, sweaty and grinning, pressing lazy kisses to your jaw.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, voice all warm and gooey. “I’m keeping you forever.”

“You’re a dork,” you say, but you’re glowing, warm and giddy in his arms. "But I'd love that."

“I love you,” he says, softly, and you whisper it back against his lips, making him chuckle.

“Now, your turn, or are we ordering food first?”

You shove a pillow in his face, both of you dissolving into laughter. (You definitely don't order food first.) 

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SKZ VLOG: I.N in Busan and London ♥︎

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Another relatable quote from Mr. Lee

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⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. dirty talk. unprotected sex. semi-public sex. slight voyeurism. reader and jeongin get caught by chan lol.

notes: this one was kinda delayed a bit cuz i've been working on my 1k followers event (!!). it's gonna be my next post so look forward it it! but yeah...jeongin please don't read this. love you <3

Jeongin's hands are warm on your thighs, his breath coming fast against your collarbone as he presses you against the cold marble counter. It started off innocent—his shirt hanging loose off your body, the dorms quiet, the two of you sneaking kisses between grabbing snacks. But then your legs parted. Then your fingers slipped into his hair. Then his mouth found the sensitive spot below your ear and suddenly your panties were shoved to the side and he was pressing into you, deep and desperate.

"You're gonna get us caught," you whisper, but your voice trembles when he thrusts up again—slow, firm, so deep you nearly slide backward against the counter.

"No one's home," he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, watching every flicker of reaction. "Unless you're that loud."

You try to snap something back, but the sound that comes out is a moan instead, and his hand is on your mouth before the second one can escape.

"Shhh," he coos, all mock-gentle, as he keeps fucking into you, slow but with purpose. "You can't be good for one second, can you?"

Your eyes roll back when his thumb brushes over your clit, the angle obscene, your bare ass pressed to the edge of the counter, legs shaking. Every thrust is messier than the last, his teeth clenched, sweat dotting his hairline. You’re already so close—so close you don’t even hear the front door click open.

But he does.

He freezes, cock buried deep, palm still over your mouth as muffled voices echo faintly down the hall.

“Don’t. Move,” he hisses, and you nod, wide-eyed, pulse thumping in your throat.

 Jeongin doesn’t pull out. He just grabs your wrist and drags you, cock still buried inside you, the obscene stretch making you stumble as he backs you toward the pantry. He kicks the door open, maneuvers the two of you inside with practiced ease, and slams it shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. 

“Hands on the shelves,” he growls, breath hot against your neck. “Spread your legs. You wanna act like a slut in the kitchen? You can act like one in here too.” 

You whimper, already so close you feel your knees threaten to buckle—but you do as he says, fingertips curling around the edge of the lowest shelf, cheek pressed against the wall. The moment he sinks back in, your body jerks forward with the force of it. His pace is different now—slow, punishing. He’s teasing you, drawing it out, hips rolling into you with obscene precision, every drag of his cock like he knows exactly how it wrecks you. 

“I should leave you like this,” he whispers in your ear, voice so quiet it sends shivers down your spine. “So desperate and dripping, stuffed full, but not allowed to cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You open your mouth to answer but all that comes out is a tiny, desperate moan. 

“Shit—” Jeongin hisses under his breath, one arm circling your waist to keep you pressed against him as he uses his other foot to slam against the bottom of the door. 

“Ugh, it’s jammed again,” a voice calls out—Changbin, you think, far too close.

Jeongin’s hips twitch. Just a little. Barely a thrust. But you feel it. And you gasp—too loud. His hand slams over your mouth again, harder this time, his other arm wrapping around you to keep you pinned to his chest. You can feel him smirking against your temple, cock twitching inside you like this is a game he’s winning. He keeps his foot braced against the door. 

“Just get the chips from the cabinet,” another voice replies—Hyunjin, distant. “That thing’s always stuck. And tell Chan to fix it again.” 

Footsteps fade. Silence returns. And Jeongin exhales hard against your neck, lips curling into a dark smile as he fucks into you just a little bit harder

“You little shit,” you whisper furiously the second his hand falls from your mouth, your body still trembling from the near miss. “You did that on purpose.”

Jeongin’s laugh is barely a breath, but you can hear the wicked smirk in it.

“What, this?” Another slow, torturous thrust. Your whole body jolts.

You smack at his arm, heat flooding your cheeks. “I hate you.”

He noses along your jaw, voice all mock innocence. “That’s not what it felt like a second ago.That’s not what it feels like right now.”

Jeongin is still inside you, still so deep, when Chan’s voice drifts down the hall.

“Bin, what’s wrong with the door?”

You swear your heart stops. Jeongin’s grip tightens around your waist, a silent warning, his cock twitching inside you as you both freeze. Your cheek is still pressed against the wall, legs shaking, the stretch of him unbearable in the best way. But now—now you can barely think past the terror of getting caught, past the way his pulse thuds wildly against your spine.

“Pantry’s jammed,” Changbin calls back, irritation thick in his voice. “You gotta fix this shit, man. We’re gonna take it off its hinges one of these days.”

Jeongin exhales against your neck, soft but heavy, like he’s about to make the most reckless decision of his life.

Chan groans. “Did you try—”

The handle rattles.

Your entire body clenches at once. Around Jeongin. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers digging into your hip.

Oh, fuck.

Another tug. Harder this time.

Still nothing.

A pause. A silence so thick you could suffocate in it.

Then, a shift in the air—a tiny inhale, just barely audible, but Jeongin hears it. He must, because his lips brush your ear, a wicked smile in his voice as he whispers, “He knows.”

Your stomach drops.

“He knows, baby,” Jeongin hums, rolling his hips the tiniest bit forward. You bite down on your wrist to keep from crying out. “And he’s still standing there.”

The sheer filth of it makes your head spin—Chan, just outside the door, knowing exactly why it won’t budge, knowing exactly what’s happening inches away from him.

“I’ll… uh, I’ll need some… some parts,” Chan suddenly says, voice a little too forced, a little too high-strung.

Jeongin grins. “Parts?” he mouths mockingly against your cheek, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss there before rutting forward again—just once. Deep. Cruel.

Chan clears his throat. “Yeah. To fix it. Definitely need parts.”

You nearly sob, biting down harder on your knuckles.

“Parts?” Changbin repeats flatly. “Dude, what are you talking about?”

Chan steps back. “Just—just leave it alone.” His voice is tight. Fast. “I’ll fix it later.”

Then the sound of a door slamming down the hall.

And Jeongin?

Jeongin fucking laughs.

“You liked that,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down your spine. “Didn’t you?”

He rolls his hips again, and you whimper, shuddering.

“Being stuffed full like this, while someone else was right there—” Another thrust. Deeper. “While Chan was right there.”

You’re already too far gone to deny it, voice breaking around the moan that finally slips free.

Jeongin grins against your skin.

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── .✦ dating rumors of you and another idol.

⟢ pairing: ot8 x idol!reader

⟢ genre: humor, fluff, idolverse, established relationship

⟢ author’s note: hello, hello! here’s a light little something i wrote today. i hope you all enjoy, and if you do i would love to read your thoughts on it<3

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SKZ-TALKER GO! Ep.04 MELBOURNE - Han 👓

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inexperienced!jeongin who has a big dick but doesn’t know how to use it

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to handle it when you tease him, thinking it’s some sort of joke cause there’s no way a girl as pretty as you would even give him a second glance, but his ears are turning red with every flirty stroke of his bicep, and sweat is building up on the back of his neck when you playfully press up against him, practically able to feel your tits tight against his chest, and all he can think about is finally stuffing your pussy full of cock everytime he’s around you. he swears you do it on purpose, especially when your hand brushes against his crotch, giggling like it’s the cutest thing in the world when you find how hard he is - just to mock him for being such a virgin and he hates the way his dick jumps in excitement when you make fun of him

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too needy but he’s too insecure to actually ask you for sex, he’ll just resort to pathetically fucking his own fist or some of your used panties that you’ve left laying around. hating himself for being so damn awkward cause he wants nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy suffocate around his cock, to see how deep he can fuck into you until you’re clawing at him and begging him to just give you a minute. but all he can do is muffle the gasps of your name against his fist while tugging on his dick, all his dirty thoughts about you remaining just that, cause he’s just too shy to actually do something about it

inexperienced!jeongin who’s so charmingly awkward, he sometimes says the weirdest shit when he’s between your legs, he can’t look you in the eyes when he’s fucking you, and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you makeout - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under the pretty little skirt you love torture him with to find out what colour panties you’re wearing - he’s just too afraid of you finally finding out how much of a pervert he really is

inexperienced!jeongin who can get off from dry humping alone, there’s so much happening and he can barely keep up - your mouth working his own open, the fingers tugging on his hair, the hot press of your cunt slotting perfectly against his dick - he nuts so embarrassingly fast and can’t even look you in the eyes after :(

inexperienced!jeongin who constantly worries about disappointing you, but if you start begging for his dick he’ll crack so quickly

inexperienced!jeongin who looks so lost the second you get him between your legs, looking up at you for guidance with every unsure touch and stroke to your clit, until you eventually grab the back of his head and shove his face into your cunt

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a fast learner, he immediately starts making out with your pussy like a man starved - he’s messy and a tad sloppy, but he’s trying his best and just wants to please you so you can’t find it in yourself to pull him away

inexperienced!jeongin who gets so carried away while eating you out, groaning and humping the bed and letting out wet little apologies when his teeth accidentally scrape against your folds. sometimes you swear he enjoys it more than you

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too greedy, he’ll let you ride his face until he can’t breathe, he’ll chase after your pussy and let out a pathetic whine with next to no shame when you start to lift off him, he’ll fucking get on his hands and knees and beg you for one last taste if he has to 

inexperienced!jeongin who could spend hours worshipping your pussy, completely ignoring the painful twitch of his cock to continue fucking his tongue into you, desperate to coax out more of those pretty moans from your lips. until it’s too late and he’s pulling away only to look down to find he’s made a mess of his briefs, a cum stain starting to form on the mattress he was grinding against for some relief and he’s so humiliated the he’ll lock himself in your bathroom, the sight of his ruined underwear almost mocking him and he’s never felt like a bigger virgin

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how the hell he’s gonna get through actually fucking you if he’s busting a nut from eating pussy alone

inexperienced!jeongin who can’t for the life of himself stop whimpering and whining nonsense when he’s finally inside of you, cursing under his breath, “fuck, thank you baby. never thought i’d get the chance to fuck a pussy this tight,” and choked whimpers of, “jesus, thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou,” when he’s about to cum

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to multitask, he tries to kiss you when he’s fucking you, but the sloppier and faster his thrusts become and the deeper his cock kisses into your pussy the harder it is for him to actually focus, lips eventually straying away from your lips to whimper and whine pathetically in your ear. and you just find it so cute that he has to stop multiple times and take a deep breath so he doesn’t cum so soon

inexperienced!jeongin who finds it hard to listen, he knows he should prep you a little more for his dick, knows he should stretch you out a little to accommodate him, but he’s just too impatient to finally sink his cock into you to even care. and he fucking loves that you crave him just as much that you don’t either

inexperienced!jeongin who’s addicted to getting his dick sucked, he can’t keep still - fucking his hips up to force his cock deeper down your throat, deep down loving the little whimper you let out when you struggle to take him more, eyes getting glassy and looking at him so cutely but he just can’t help himself from tangling his fingers into your hair and pushing your head down even more

inexperienced!jeongin who can go for hours when you finally break him in, to the point where he’s ready for your pussy, four five times a day

inexperienced!jeongin who texts all his friends, “i had sex today, what did you losers do?” everytime you guys fuck

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