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[miniversess]

Missing Keycard

Seungmin x Tour Manager Reader

Tags: shy dom seungmin, one bed trope, sleep groping, nipple play, forbidden sex, power imbalance, choking, spanking, riding, oral, braless reader, touch starved reader, unprotected sex, aftercare

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You’re a tour manager for Stray Kids, just trying to survive another city. But when a drunk, keycard-less Seungmin knocks on your hotel door at 2AM, mistaking it for his own room, sleep is the last thing either of you get. What starts as an accident turns into tension that finally snaps — and Seungmin? He’s nothing like you expected.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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The Chicago stop was a blur of chaos.

A venue delay, a last-minute setlist change, a prop that went missing ten minutes before curtain—and somehow, you’d still managed to get everyone on stage, on time, and in one piece.

Barely.

By the time the show ended and the meet-and-greet cleared, you were running on fumes, your phone at 3% battery and your body running mostly on espresso and anger. You’d finalized hotel room keys, triple-checked the luggage manifest, made sure all the boys had post-show meals waiting.

And then—finally—freedom.

You could’ve joined them at the bar. Hell, Chan had even tugged your sleeve and offered you a shot before leaving the lobby with a slurred grin.

But your legs had already carried you into the elevator, eyes closing before the doors even shut.

All you wanted was a bed.

No bra. No briefs. No bullshit.

So you stripped the second your door clicked shut.

Your panties were soft and high-cut, practically invisible beneath the oversized T-shirt you’d planned to sleep in—until you peeled that off too and reached for the one thing lighter, cooler: a thin, cropped camisole you’d worn under your manager’s jacket earlier.

The fabric barely kissed the curve of your chest. No padding, no support, nothing to hide how worn-down and sensitive you felt.

But fuck it, you were on a private floor, not sharing a room with anyone. No one would see you.

You passed out across the bed in seconds, limbs loose, hair stuck to your cheek, one leg tangled in the sheet and the other kicked free.

You didn’t even register the first knock.

But the second—louder, clumsier—jerked you upright.

You blinked, dazed and crusty-eyed. The room was dark, the hallway light seeping in under the door like a spotlight.

Knock knock.

You groaned, grabbing a pillow to your chest and hauling yourself to your feet. You were half-asleep, brain fogged and skin warm from sleep, not thinking at all as you padded barefoot across the floor.

The camisole had ridden up.

Your panties clung high across your hips.

But none of that registered—not until you cracked the door open and saw him.

“Hyung?” Seungmin mumbled, brows furrowed, eyes red and shiny. “Is this your—wait.”

His voice dipped. His gaze dropped.

And then he froze.

“…Oh,” he said, small and stunned.

You blinked at him. “Seungmin?”

He didn’t answer.

Because his brain—tipsy as it was—had just realized two things in rapid succession:

1. This wasn’t Chan’s room.

2. You were very naked.

Not technically. But close enough.

Your bare thighs were on full display, the camisole barely grazing your belly button, your nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric. The hallway light behind him cast your silhouette against the room’s dark interior in dangerous clarity.

He swallowed.

You blinked, still not fully processing.

“Wait—why’re you here?”

“I—” he scratched his head, swaying slightly. “Lost my card. Everyone locked their doors. Thought this was—uh—Chan-hyung’s room. My bad. I’ll just—”

You stepped aside and yanked him inside.

Hard.

His shoulder hit your chest and your hand scrambled to slam the door shut before anyone saw. Your heart pounded.

“Are you insane? What if someone took a picture of you?!”

“I’m sorry!” he whispered, voice strangled. “I didn’t—fuck, I really thought—”

You turned to him, panting slightly from the adrenaline, your blanket long forgotten on the bed.

Only then did you realize.

You looked down.

Oh. Shit.

Full tits. Bare thighs. Tight panties.

Seungmin was right there—eyes wide, frozen like a deer in headlights, clearly trying to keep his gaze anywhere but on your body.

Too late. He’d seen.

And now he was actively malfunctioning.

“I—I didn’t mean to knock on yours,” he stammered. “I thought it was Hyung’s. I swear. You just—you opened and I saw and I—”

You covered your face with both hands.

He was still talking, tipsy and spiraling.

“—and I was gonna leave but then you pulled me in and now I’m here and you’re—you’re dressed like that—”

“Stop talking, Seungmin.”

Silence.

His mouth snapped shut.

You peeked between your fingers.

He looked like he wanted to evaporate.

Which might’ve been cute—if you weren’t acutely aware that your nipples were still hard and your underwear left nothing to the imagination.

You dropped your hands with a sigh and crossed your arms under your chest, trying to ignore how that only pushed them up more.

“Okay,” you said, exhaling shakily. “You lost your card.”

He nodded quickly. “Yes.”

“No one else answered.”

“Correct.”

“And now you’re in my room.”

He nodded again, slower this time.

Your heart was still thumping. His eyes flicked up to yours—then away again. Every few seconds they betrayed him, dropping back down, catching on your thighs, your waist, your chest before he forced them back up again.

His ears were flushed red.

He was trying so hard not to look—and failing.

You didn’t know what possessed you to say it. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or curiosity. Or the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, swaying slightly, hands tucked behind his back like a schoolboy caught in the wrong classroom.

You sighed, one hand dragging down your face, the other cradling the pillow against your chest again.

“Well,” you muttered. “You smell like you lost a drinking game.”

“I probably did,” he said, voice rough but quiet.

“Bathroom’s through there,” you said, gesturing vaguely to the door near the dresser. “Freshen up. We’ll figure out the room situation in the morning.”

Seungmin blinked at you, dazed.

“You’re letting me stay?”

“Well that’s a given,” you said. “I’m not about to throw a drunk idol into the hallway at 2AM. God knows what sasaeng would love that headline.”

He made a soft, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat and practically scrambled toward the bathroom. You heard the door click shut behind him, followed by the water running.

Alone again, you exhaled sharply and looked down at yourself.

The camisole still clung to your chest, the fabric wrinkled from sleep. Your panties had shifted during your rush to the door, one hip strap riding higher than the other. The damage was already done—he’d seen you, fully—and suddenly, modesty felt stupid.

You weren’t thinking like a professional anymore. You were thinking like a tired woman who just wanted sleep and had, quite unfortunately, let a very drunk, very awkward, very cute Seungmin into her room.

Not ideal.

You crossed to the bed and slipped under the duvet, this time tugging it up to your neck like a shield, every inch of your body burrowing into the mattress. You didn’t even glance back when you heard the bathroom door open.

The room was small—modest compared to the suite-style ones booked for the boys—and there wasn’t much in the way of extra space. One armchair sat in the corner, low-backed and thin, its tiny matching ottoman clearly not meant for sleeping.

You could hear him hovering.

Fidgeting.

Shifting on his feet like he was trying to make himself disappear.

You kept your face to the wall.

More shuffling. A pause. Then a tiny sigh.

You rolled your eyes, still not turning.

“The bed’s big enough for two.”

Silence.

Then—

“…Are you sure?”

“I legally cannot let you sleep on the cold floor, Seungmin.”

“…Fair.”

The mattress dipped a few moments later. You felt the careful weight of him as he climbed in—slow, hesitant, like the bed might collapse under the guilt of it. He stayed close to the edge, not even rustling the duvet as he pulled it over his legs.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

You could feel the silence settle in like warmth, like tension slipping between your shoulder blades. He smelled cleaner now—soap and mouthwash, the lingering sharpness of whatever cheap vodka the boys had probably downed earlier. But mostly soap.

He didn’t move.

You didn’t either.

Eventually, his voice came, hushed in the dark.

“…Thank you.”

You mumbled something in return, barely audible.

Another pause. Then, quieter—

“I didn’t mean to see. Before. I wasn’t trying to.”

You sighed.

“I know.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” you said, and you were surprised to realize you meant it.

Maybe because he wasn’t leering. Maybe because he was clearly still rattled. Maybe because your back was to him and your body had long since relaxed again.

But you were tired. He was tired.

And despite everything, the room felt soft again.

Safe.

You closed your eyes and whispered into the pillow.

“Goodnight, Seungmin.”

He swallowed, voice low and raw behind you.

“…Goodnight.”

And then—finally—stillness.

But neither of you slept just yet.

Because under the sheets, just inches away, your heart was beating too loud.

And Seungmin, with his flushed ears and twitchy fingers, was still trying not to picture what he’d already seen.

⸻

The room had gone colder.

At some point, maybe around 4AM, the air conditioning kicked into overdrive, and the soft hum of it stirred you from sleep.

You shifted under the duvet with a lazy frown, your body instinctively chasing warmth. And then—

You felt it.

Not the chill of the room, but the heat of someone behind you.

A slow, calm breath ghosted over the back of your neck. Warm, steady.

Then the arm.

An arm wrapped around your waist. A hand splayed low, fingers spread wide and firm across your stomach, half tucked beneath the hem of your camisole.

Your breath hitched—eyes fluttering open as your senses slowly caught up to what was happening.

Seungmin.

He was pressed flush against your back now, close in a way that neither of you had planned. Your ass rested snugly against his hips, your legs curved toward your chest in a soft tuck, his body following the shape of yours like he’d been molded to it in sleep.

The realization hit like a slow, hot wave:

Somewhere between drifting off and now, you’d gravitated toward each other. Maybe it had started with a brush of knees. A shared pillow. Maybe he’d pulled you in. Maybe you had backed into him without thinking.

But now?

Now, you were wrapped in him.

And he was touching you.

That hand—broad and warm—shifted slightly, fingers flexing in his sleep. His knuckles grazed higher up your stomach, a slow, unconscious movement that felt more like a caress than a twitch.

Your skin prickled.

Your breath stuttered again.

And that was before you felt the subtle, unmistakable pressure against your ass.

He was hard. Not fully, not completely, but enough that the bulge was there—thick and lazy, tucked against the dip of your curves like it belonged there.

You froze.

Every nerve in your body suddenly wide awake.

It was still innocent enough. He was asleep. Dreaming. He wasn’t doing anything on purpose. But the heat that licked up your spine didn’t care about intentions. It cared about the weight of him behind you, the way his fingertips had curled slightly, like they liked the skin they’d found.

Your thighs pressed tighter.

Seungmin murmured something in his sleep. A sound low in his chest. And then—

His hips shifted.

Just a fraction. But enough.

He pressed into you.

Your lips parted, breath shaky, heart slamming against your ribs as his hips settled again, snug against the curve of your ass like he’d wanted to be closer. Like his sleeping body knew what it wanted, even if his mind hadn’t caught up.

You stayed still, not daring to move. Not even blinking.

His fingers on your stomach moved again. Slow. Dragging higher. The edge of his pinky grazed the underside of your breast, just barely. Not a grab. Not a grope. Just enough to send a thrill zipping through your chest.

You swallowed.

Carefully, silently, you reached down and clutched the duvet a little tighter.

But you didn’t move away.

And neither did he.

You stayed frozen.

Not because you were scared. Not because you didn’t want it. But because the smallest twitch of movement might’ve broken the spell—and right now, with his hands on you, his body warming your back, and his breath soft and steady against your neck… you didn’t want it to stop.

Even if he didn’t mean it.

Even if he wasn’t fully awake.

Even if this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your body didn’t care about reason. Your body cared about the ache that had been living under your skin for too long. The way your thighs clenched when his fingertips brushed just under the curve of your breast again. The way your stomach fluttered when he pulled you closer, unconsciously grinding that hardening length against the softness of your ass.

A soft sound slipped from his throat—barely a hum, muffled into your hair.

Then his hand moved again.

Slow. Searching. Sliding downward over your stomach, like he was touching something delicate in his dream—fingertips gliding beneath the hem of your camisole, callused pads grazing skin that hadn’t been touched in months.

You held your breath. Every muscle tensed, every inch of you begging for more and terrified of it all at once.

Then the other hand found your hip.

It gripped you there—fingers digging into the flesh, like he was holding on. Like he needed to.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

His hips shifted again. His hard cock pressed tighter against your ass, no longer just a ghost of a touch but a full, heavy presence—throbbing through the fabric of his sweats, thick and real and there.

A soft gasp caught in your throat.

And then—God—his hands started moving.

The one on your stomach caressed upward, grazing the underside of your breast again with just the backs of his fingers. Not a grope. Not rough. But reverent. Careful. A sleeping man worshiping a dream he didn’t know was real.

The other stayed firm on your hip, squeezing lightly, rhythmically, as if guiding himself into the curve of your ass with slow, sleepy rolls of his hips.

You bit your lip so hard it almost hurt.

Because your body… it betrayed you.

Your nipples hardened, tight and sensitive beneath the thin fabric of your cami. Your thighs pressed together, desperate, seeking friction. And heat pulsed low in your stomach—building with every moan that slipped from his lips. Tiny, broken little things. Like he didn’t even realize he was making them.

You’d never heard Seungmin make those kinds of sounds before.

And you weren’t even sure he was fully awake.

Your breath shook. Your hand fisted into the duvet. You didn’t move, not an inch—but God, you felt everything. And you wanted more.

You wanted to press back into him.

You wanted his hands higher. Lower.

You wanted—

“…Hnn…”

A little whimper escaped him—almost helpless.

And then—his fingers twitched again.

Dragged higher.

This time brushing—accidentally, devastatingly—over your nipple.

But then didn’t mean to move.

Not really.

Not in a way you could blame on sleep.

But the ache had settled too deep now, thick and warm in your belly, and the feel of his hands on your skin—soft and curious and a little desperate—was unraveling your last thread of willpower.

So you gave in.

Just a little.

A slow, subtle push of your hips back into him—just enough for your ass to press tighter into the hard length straining behind his sweats. Your breath caught in your throat, chest tightening as the hand on your stomach twitched in response… and then slid up.

His palm cupped your breast.

Full, warm, heavy in his hand.

You gasped—a soft, broken little sigh—because the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple again through your top, and it was too much, too sensitive, too good. Your back arched into it instinctively, the quietest sound escaping your lips, and you felt him—

Stilling.

Breathing.

Then freezing.

Seungmin’s body went stiff behind you.

Like a man pulled straight out of a dream and dropped into a nightmare.

His hand stopped moving. His hips locked. His breath caught like he’d choked on it—and then dragged in sharp and tight, like he couldn’t even remember how to breathe anymore.

“…fuck.”

The word was barely audible. Choked. Wrecked. He jerked his hand away from your breast like he’d been burned, stumbling backward out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets, his body trembling with confusion and guilt and raw panic.

He stood there beside the bed in nothing but a loose tee and sweats, hair messy, eyes wide, lips parted, and face pale in the blue light bleeding through the hotel curtains.

“I—I didn’t—I thought—” he stammered, hands raised like he’d accidentally committed a crime.

“I was dreaming,” he said, voice hoarse. “I didn’t know—fuck, I didn’t know it was you—”

You sat up slowly, duvet still pulled tight to your chest, your body flushed and your heart hammering so hard you thought it might burst through your ribs.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin said, breathless, eyes darting everywhere but your face. “Shit, I touched you, I—God, I’m so sorry.”

He backed away, visibly shaking. “I swear I wasn’t—fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

You should’ve said something. Anything.

But you were still reeling—body buzzing, skin on fire, the ghost of his touch still etched into your chest.

And for a moment, neither of you moved.

Until he did—

You didn’t mean to stop him. Didn’t plan it.

Didn’t think it through.

But the second he took a step back—panic all over his face, like he was ready to disappear and pretend this never happened—your voice came out, small and raw, right before you could even breathe it back.

“…Seungmin.”

He froze.

Turned slowly. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.

You just looked at him—bare shoulders rising and falling beneath the duvet, hair tousled from sleep, lips parted, heart thudding behind your ribs like it wanted to escape.

“I…” you started, the words thick in your throat. “It’s okay.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I didn’t stop you,” you said softly, eyes searching his. “Maybe… I didn’t want to.”

The room went silent.

And Seungmin—sweet, shy, brilliant Seungmin—stood there like the air had been punched from his lungs.

“You—” He blinked hard, swallowing, jaw clenched like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “You didn’t want me to stop?”

“I should have,” you said, honestly. “But I didn’t.”

You sat up a little, the duvet sliding down with the motion—revealing the thin strap of your camisole slipping off your shoulder, and just the barest peek of soft skin beneath it. The hem had already ridden up, underboob visible, your thighs spread slightly beneath the covers, body warm and flushed and so real in the low light.

Seungmin’s breath hitched.

You caught the way his eyes flicked down—just for a second—before he snapped them away, fists clenched at his sides, every muscle in his lean body tense.

“I’m your tour manager,” you whispered, more to yourself than him. “If I hadn’t been so tired, I could’ve sorted your room. I should’ve gone to the reception or called someone. I should’ve helped you.”

You looked down at your lap, voice quieter now. “Instead, you walked into my room. I was basically naked. And I let you into my bed.”

Seungmin stayed quiet. Still trembling. Still hard. You could see it—his sweats doing nothing to hide the thick, straining outline pressing forward. He wasn’t even drunk anymore. Just dazed. Wrecked. Fighting something inside him that was so clearly losing.

“And I didn’t stop you,” you finished, eyes lifting to meet his again. “Even when I should have. I let it happen. So…”

You took a breath.

“…you don’t have to go.”

His eyes locked onto yours.

And fuck, the look in them—like every wall he’d carefully built was cracking, like he was fighting to be good, to be professional, but his body was screaming something else entirely. Something raw. Something needy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said hoarsely.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

The duvet slipped lower when you shifted—bare thighs now visible. And Seungmin’s gaze flicked downward again. Just for a second. Just long enough to see how your cami clung to the swell of your chest, how it had ridden so high your round underboobs were visible, soft and tempting and so close.

You tilted your head, slow. Careful. Still quiet.

“…What if I do?”

That was it.

That was the moment.

Because Seungmin’s lips parted—eyes flicking back to yours, mouth pink and breath shallow, his cock visibly throbbing behind his sweats. The hunger was there now. He wasn’t just hard—he was wrecked by the sight of you, sprawled out like a dream he hadn’t meant to touch, and couldn’t resist anymore.

You were still his tour manager.

Still the professional. Still the one with authority.

But in that moment, with your hair a mess and your thighs spread and your lips barely parted in invitation—God, you looked so soft. So warm. So fucking beautiful it hurt.

And he had such a crush on you. Always had.

Maybe now he didn’t want to pretend otherwise.

Seungmin didn’t move at first. He just stood there, staring—like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. You, almost bare-chested and flushed, thighs pressed tight beneath you, nipples peaked and your chest rising with every slow breath. His eyes dropped to your breasts, and he swore under his breath, the tension in his throat thick enough to choke on.

When you didn’t move to cover yourself, he dragged his gaze back up to yours.

Like he was waiting for the world to stop him.

Like he was seconds away from burning.

You didn’t say anything. Just held his stare and reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his and guiding it to your face—pressing his palm to your cheek.

That’s when he cracked.

His hand tightened. His jaw flexed. And then he moved—fast and quiet, crawling onto the bed over you with one knee on either side, not touching you yet, just looking down like he still couldn’t believe it was real.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he said hoarsely, voice thick. “Please.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

Because your body did—arching subtly, thighs parting slightly beneath him in silent invitation.

He bent down, mouth finding the slope of your neck like he’d been aching for it for years. You gasped, head tipping back, the heat of his breath dragging over your collarbone. Then his hands—those long, trembling fingers—finally reached your breasts. He cupped them like they were something sacred, thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow, reverent circles.

“God,” he whispered against your skin. “You feel…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to.

His tongue found your nipple and you gasped, back arching under him. He was breathing harder now, grinding against your thigh through his sweatpants, restraint unraveling one touch at a time. His lips moved from one breast to the other, mouth open, hot and wet, tongue lapping and sucking until your thighs started to tremble beneath him.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said against your skin, voice guttural.

You looked up at him, wrecked already, pupils blown wide. “Then show me.”

Something in his expression darkened.

And just like that, he sat back, pulled the duvet the rest of the way down, and let his eyes roam over every inch of you. His chest heaved once. Twice.

Then he dragged your panties down your legs, slow, savoring it, watching the fabric slide off your body like it was the last thing tethering you to decency.

He swore under his breath again.

You shifted, but he stopped you with a firm hand on your hip.

“Don’t move.”

He stripped his sweatpants in one motion, cock heavy and flushed and hard as it slapped against his stomach. You couldn’t look away. Couldn’t breathe. He was beautiful, yes, but there was something feral now in his silence—something hungry and barely restrained.

You reached for him, and he let you. Let you wrap your fingers around him, let you guide him down to your mouth.

But just as you leaned in, he caught your wrist.

His voice dropped an octave.

“You do that and I’m not going to last.”

Your smirk faltered.

“You think I care?”

And before he could stop you again, you leaned down and took him into your mouth—hot, slow, tongue dragging along the underside as your lips slid down inch by inch. He let out a strangled sound, fists curling in the sheets on either side of him, chest rising fast.

“Shit—don’t stop—fuck—”

You didn’t. You moaned around him, letting the vibrations buzz through his cock. Your fingers curled at the base, your pace teasing at first, and then faster—your lips slick, jaw flexing as you swallowed him deeper.

He groaned, head falling back, hair sticking to his forehead.

“Fucking hell—how are you—” He choked, hips twitching. “You’re gonna make me—”

You pulled off with a gasp, a line of spit catching on your lip as you looked up at him, flushed and ruined.

Seungmin reached for you in a blur.

His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, dragging you up until your lips crashed into his. He kissed you like he wanted to memorize you, like he wanted to devour you—and as he pushed you back against the mattress, the last trace of hesitation fell away from him.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” he murmured against your mouth. “But I’m not stopping.”

And then he pressed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, dragging it slow, teasing, watching your body react—watching your legs fall wider, your breath hitch.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice low and ruined. “Say it.”

“Yes, I want it.”

His cock nudged at your entrance—thick, hot, pulsing. You whimpered just from the feel of it pressing against you. Seungmin’s eyes locked on yours, blown wide, hair damp, jaw clenched so tight it ticked beneath his flushed skin.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “But if I move right now, I’m gonna come.”

You bit your lip, your hips already rocking forward the slightest bit, aching for him.

“Please do it,” you whispered. “Slow. I want to feel every inch.”

He groaned like he was in pain and slid in—just the tip.

Then deeper.

And deeper.

You cried out when he bottomed out inside you, your walls stretching to take him, fluttering from the fullness. His head dropped to your shoulder as he trembled above you, trying so fucking hard to stay still.

“Fuck—” he rasped, breath hot on your neck. “You’re—Jesus, you’re tight. Warm. You feel so—fuck—I can’t—”

His hips rocked once, slow, thick drag of cock that pulled a breathless moan from your throat. He kissed your collarbone, hands gripping your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him as he started fucking you in slow, careful thrusts.

Each one sent shocks through your spine—steady, deep, possessive. He groaned every time he sank back in, voice rough with disbelief, hips shuddering as he fought not to lose it.

“You have no idea,” he whispered, “how long I’ve thought about this.”

“You’re not what I expected,” you breathed, already gasping as he set a slow rhythm, grinding in circles that had your toes curling. “You’re so—”

You didn’t finish the sentence.

Just moaned, softly, “Oh Baby…”

The effect was instant.

Seungmin froze mid-thrust.

His eyes met yours—dark, blown wide, almost dangerous.

“Say that again,” he said, low, like a growl from deep in his chest.

You blinked up at him, surprised, breathless. “…Baby.”

He snapped.

His mouth was on yours, desperate, tongue tasting every sound you made. Then he grabbed your hips and started fucking you with rougher, sharper thrusts—still deep, but now filled with urgency.

“You feel that?” he panted, hips snapping forward again. “That’s mine. You understand?”

You whimpered, clinging to him, head rolling back as he fucked you like he was trying to brand you.

“God, you’re so good,” he moaned, voice cracking. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this. Can’t believe I’m inside you like this.”

You barely heard him—you were too busy writhing, body twitching under him, orgasm crawling up your spine like wildfire.

But you wanted more. You wanted to see him break.

You pushed at his chest, flipping him over and straddling him in one breathless motion. He let you, watching you like he was starved, lips parted as you lined him back up and sank down on him, slow and tight and trembling.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, gripping the sheets. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You started riding him, steady at first—hips rolling, eyes locked on his, both of you completely lost in the sight of your bodies moving together.

But when you leaned forward, whispering “You like this?” into his ear—

—he moved.

Fast.

One hand grabbed your throat, not choking, just holding—just owning. His other arm locked around your waist, and suddenly he was fucking up into you, lifting you off the bed with every brutal, delicious thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled. “Wanted to ride me, make me lose my fucking mind?”

You gasped, fingers flying to his wrist, not to stop him—just to feel him. His cock hit deeper like this, angled right against your sweet spot, and your thighs started to tremble from the sheer power of his pace.

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me.”

You did—and his face. God, his face. Eyes locked on yours like he was watching you fall apart just for him.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna take it. All of it.”

Your orgasm was still crashing through your body when Seungmin moved again.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, strong hands manhandling you like you weighed nothing. You gasped into the sheets, dizzy from the sudden shift—but the moment your cheek hit the pillow, you felt him behind you again, kneeling between your thighs, gripping your hips like he was about to lose himself.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled, voice low and wrecked as he stared at the arch of your back, your ass up high, your cunt slick and pulsing from how hard you’d just come. “You look like this and expect me to hold back?”

You whined into the sheets, pressing your hips up for him—begging without words.

He lined up.

And slammed into you.

You screamed.

It wasn’t pain—it was bliss. He was fucking deeper than before, harder, snapping his hips against your ass so roughly you could hear the wet slap echo in the room. You clawed the sheets. Your voice was a broken string of moans and gasps.

Every time he drove in, your ass bounced back against him, the sting of skin on skin turning into pure heat.

Then—smack.

His hand landed hard on your ass.

You cried out, back arching like a bow.

“Oh my god—Seungmin—!”

He did it again. And again. Spanked you until the skin burned and the sounds were too filthy to be real, and he was groaning behind you like a man possessed.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he gasped, watching the jiggle of your ass as he fucked you. “Touching you. Being inside you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

His hand slid forward, fingers pinching one of your nipples, twisting it, tugging until you choked on a sob.

“Please—please—” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.

He leaned over your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Begging already?”

You were shaking. Crying out for more. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet and wild, and his rhythm got even more brutal—like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else.

“You want me to break you?” he whispered, thrusting deep and hard enough to push you forward.

“Yes—Seungmin—please—”

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you again, your body pliant and trembling as he pushed your knees up and apart, exposing you completely. He hovered over you, eyes wild, jaw slack, body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“You’re mine right now,” he said, voice trembling from restraint, “and I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

Then he sank back into you and started pounding again—deep, rough, so good you couldn’t breathe. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and Seungmin’s hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, tweaking your nipples, palming your throat just enough to make your head spin.

“Say it,” he growled, eyes locked on yours. “Say I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel like this.”

“You are—fuck—you are—” you cried, losing yourself completely as another orgasm tore through you, clenching so tight around him that he finally let go.

He groaned—loud, raw—head thrown back as he spilled inside you, hips still moving like he couldn’t stop. Like he didn’t want to.

Even as he came, he kept fucking you.

Slow now. Deep. Letting it ride out as long as possible.

His voice cracked when he said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

And honestly? You didn’t want him to.

⸻

The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the sound of your shaky breathing. Your body was limp beneath him, boneless, skin slick with sweat and heat and everything he’d just poured into you. He was still inside, still twitching a little, as if even his cock didn’t want to leave your warmth.

But then Seungmin exhaled—shaky and slow—and pulled out of you with a soft hiss. He moved so carefully, hands trembling a bit as he reached for the discarded duvet to cover your body, his eyes wide and stunned, his lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

You watched him sit back on his heels, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, lashes low. The confidence—the filth—the devastating way he just fucked you… it was gone.

Now he looked shy.

Almost embarrassed.

“…Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, reaching for the tissues from the nightstand. His voice was soft again—barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to be that rough. I just— I kind of lost it.”

You smiled, dazed and aching but full of warmth, watching as he carefully cleaned you up. He was so gentle, even shaking a little, his thumb brushing your inner thigh like he didn’t know if he had the right.

You pushed yourself up slightly and cupped his jaw. “Seungmin.”

His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I’m fine. Better than fine.” You leaned in and kissed him—slow and deep, tasting the way his breath hitched in surprise. “You don’t have to be so scared. I wanted it. All of it.”

He let out a sigh, the kind that sounded more like relief than anything else.

When you broke the kiss, he hesitated, then bent to grab the shirt he’d worn earlier that night from the edge of the bed. “Here,” he murmured, helping you slip it over your head. It was soft and warm, and it smelled like him—clean laundry and sweat and the tiniest hint of cologne. He smoothed the hem over your hips gently, reverently, then looked up at you with those sweet, wrecked eyes.

“…I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed softly and dragged him into the bed beside you. He climbed in, curling behind you like it was the most natural thing in the world, pulling you into his chest, holding you so tight it was almost like he didn’t trust himself to let go.

And for a few minutes, it was just quiet. Breathing. His nose buried in your hair. Your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his knuckles where they rested over your stomach.

Then you whispered, “No one has to know, right?”

He stiffened slightly. “Right.”

“But…” you tilted your head back, meeting his eyes, “I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

Seungmin blinked. His voice cracked when he said, “You mean that?”

You nodded, smiling softly. “There’s no going back to pretending we’re just coworkers. Not after this.”

His arms tightened around you.

“Good,” he murmured, lips brushing your shoulder. “Because I don’t think I could look at you like that again. I want this. You. As much as you’ll let me have.”

And then he kissed your neck—so softly, so sweet—and whispered, “I’m yours if you want me.”

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Authors note: The way Seungmin has been creeping up on me and wrecking me these days???? Then that cute abs reveal? Safe to say he’s stuck in my head and Ive been thinking about this scenario for a VERY long time🥹

Also, we’re almost at 2k guys! 😭😭😭😭 you guys are the best fr!

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[miniversess]

down bad — hwang hyunjin

— texts with hyunjin just filled with tooth rotting love for each other.

☼☽⋆｡°✧ ✧⋆°｡☾☼

[miniversess]

. ݁₊ ⊹ FLIRTING WITH THEM USING MEMES . ݁₊

mline!skz x reader ⋆.˚ warnings : suggestive ⋆.˚ hyung line here!!

JISUNG + FELIX

SEUNGMIN + JEONGIN

[miniversess]

. ݁₊ ⊹ FLIRTING WITH THEM USING MEMES . ݁₊

hyungline!skz x reader ⋆.˚ warnings ; suggestive ⋆.˚ maknae line here!!!

BANGCHAN + LEEKNOW

CHANGBIN + HYUNJIN

[miniversess]

Kinktober Day 25: Threesome

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Lee Felix x Kim Seungmin x reader

•

“When are you gonna get rid of that old mattress?” You voice to Seungmin, chuckling lightly from your spot on the couch.

“Every garage needs an old mattress,” he responds, slinging one arm out behind you and bringing a freshly rolled joint up to his lips. “This one’s ours.”

You laugh in response, standing up from your spot to make your way to the old mattress, dropping to your knees and sitting on the edge of it. It dips beneath you a little too much to be comfortable, the springs making an audible stretching noise as you sprawl your hands out behind you and lean back. Upon closer inspection, it’s littered with mysterious gray stains, and you bring your hands forward again to pull your knees to your chest, instead.

“Done,” a voice calls when it enters the room, and your head snaps up to catch a glimpse of Felix, who saunters in with a wad of cash in hand. “I have your change.”

“Keep it,” you say to him, brushing it off with a wave of your hand.

“Are you sure?” Felix asks, examining the crisp twenty he grasps between his fingers.

“Positive. You guys need it more than me.”

“Ouch,” Seungmin remarks, earning shared laughter amongst the three of you. Felix meets you at the mattress, dropping to his knees, too, climbing in beside you and sprawling his hands out behind him. He doesn’t seem preoccupied with the way it dips below him, or the presence of mysterious gray stains. Instead, his gaze meets yours, his lips pulling into an almost secretive smile, yet he says nothing.

“What?” You say to him, motioning for the joint from Seungmin, who leans in to pass it to you. “You look way too content right now.”

“Why do you like coming here so much?” Felix inquires, reaching forward to take the joint from you now. He brings it to his lips, inhaling generously before pulling it back again, and then he hands it off to Seungmin once more, cocking his head in your direction.

“I dunno,” you voice back shrugging carelessly. “Good company. Better weed.”

“That’s not the only thing you get out of us,” Seungmin chimes in with a soft chuckle. His eyes fall to your chest, your breasts pushed together suggestively as you keep an arm wrapped lazily around your knees. You eye Seungmin curiously, and then glance back at Felix, both of whom stare at you a little too intensely to not be indicative of their ulterior motives tonight.

“What if I told you we had a proposal?” Seungmin then says, leaning back against the couch with his arms spread over the back, his gaze not leaving yours. From beside you, Felix maintains an amused smirk on his face as he waits for Seungmin to resume his speech.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You know the drill,” Seungmin responds. His legs remain spread in front of him, taking up a little too much space than he realistically needs to, as he nods once in your direction.

And you understand immediately, rising from your spot on the mattress to saunter toward his seated figure. Once you meet him where he’s sat, you part your thighs over his, hoisting yourself onto his lap and wrapping two arms around his neck. Seungmin cocks his head in a satisfied manner, his lips pulling into a smile, as his hands snake to your lower back and massage in gentle circular motions.

“That’s my girl,” he remarks encouragingly, and your heartbeat quickens in your chest.

From across the room, Felix watches the two of you, his jaw tensing at the sight, admittedly a little jealous, though typically not one to vocalize his disdain. He knows it was his turn to play the game just a week ago, Seungmin maintaining a comfortable distance so that it could be Felix with his hands all over you, lips buried in the crook of your neck as you fucked him for a half ounce of weed. But he’d still give anything to do it all over again, wishing desperately Seungmin’s turn at your shared friends with benefits arrangement would draw to a close.

“What is it?” You say to Seungmin again, tangling your fingers in his silky black tresses and forcing his gaze onto yours.

Except he doesn’t answer, simply tilting your chin up with the tip of his index finger, as he brings his lips to yours and kisses you. His lips part so that his tongue finds its way to yours, and he smiles as his hands explore every inch of your body now, chuckling lightly against you. He tastes like weed, and he certainly smells like weed, and it’s clear by the way his careless laughter echoes around the room when he finally pulls away that he’s a little high.

“Alright,” Felix voices frustratedly. “Let’s get on with it.”

“Get on with what? You two are making me nervous.”

“It’s nothing to be nervous about,” Seungmin assures you. “But I want an answer from you.”

“Okay… what’s the question?”

He chuckles lightly, and then his expression turns serious again, as he cocks his head in Felix’s direction.

“Me,” he begins. “Or him?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Seungmin reiterates. “Which one of us do you prefer?”

“For your weed, or for a good fuck?”

The two of them share amused laughter, exchanging curious glances with each other, as you shift your gaze nervously,

“To fuck,” he clarifies.

An anticipatory silence falls over the room as the two await a response, paying careful attention to the way you scan both their expressions.

And realistically, there’s no correct answer to the question they pose- they’re both far more than just satisfactory, indulging you in some of the best orgasms of your life, always set on pleasuring you to your taste and allowing you to explore new interests alongside each of them.

Seungmin likes it a little rougher, usually keen on showering you in filthy conversation as he fucks you, often turned on at the sight of you gasping for air or screaming his name. And Felix is gentler, but passionate, his lips always attached somewhere along your flesh, guiding you to your release like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it. They’re both good, but to appoint a preference would be a nearly impossible task.

“Both of you,” you say plainly. “I like sex with both of you.”

He smiles again, a glint in his narrowed eyes as he deciphers your words.

“That’s not fair,” Seungmin states with a small pout. “I asked you to choose one of us.”

“But I can’t choose just one of you. You both make me feel good.”

Your hands fiddle with the loose strands of hair that fall into his face, and Seungmin’s expression grows completely serious as he reaches two hands up, pinning your hands by your sides again.

“What if we let you choose properly?”

He caresses your wrists with the pads of his fingers, shooting a knowing look to Felix across the room, as he cocks an eyebrow back in your direction.

“What do you mean?”

But you’re cut off abruptly by a kiss, his upper body leaning into you as his hands wrap around your lower back to then find your thighs, where he tightens your position around him and begins to stand up. His hold of you is effortless when he’s finally risen from his spot on the couch, hands finding the curves of your ass as he steadies you in his muscular hold. And then before you can question him any further, he’s at the foot of the mattress, gently placing you parallel to the dipping mass, as he climbs on and hovers over you.

“Let us make you feel good,” Seungmin begins, lips buried in the crook of your neck as he slides a hand up your shirt to caress your stomach. “And then you can decide for yourself.”

Your gaze falls to Felix, who now crawls over you, too, a smile on his buzzed expression as he reaches down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He says nothing, yet he leans in to kiss you, as Seungmin’s hand trails down to part your upper thighs.

You can feel the weed beginning to take effect at the same time your dripping sex aches desperately for their shared touch, your heartbeat quickening in your ears as Seungmin’s fingers attach themselves to your clit.

He begins to rub you in gentle circular motions as Felix’s mouth finds yours a second time, his tongue slipping between your parted lips, emitting a gentle gasp from the back of your throat. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and Seungmin’s proposal dances around your mind relentlessly all the while, as you search for the response to give.

“What do you say?” Felix asks when he pulls away, tucking another strand of hair behind your ears. Your eyes flicker between their figures as they loom over you, their eyes tinted pink as they wear contented smiles on both their faces. Felix’s platinum locks hang loosely in his glossy eyes, his freckles almost seeming aglow under the dim beam lights that hang overhead. Seungmin runs a hand through his ebony tresses, and you observe a single bead of sweat trickle down along his hairline, as he purses his lips curiously.

You reach up to wipe his sweat with your middle finger, gathering the bead of perspiration in one long swipe, before bringing it to your lips and pushing it past your pursed lips. Your cheeks hollow around your finger as your tongue coils around to relish in the salty flavor, and Seungmin lets out a sharp breath at the sight.

“Yeah,” you say finally, your finger departing your lips to fall at your side once more. “That sounds like a fun time.”

They chuckle in unison, and you watch as Seungmin’s hand finds the buckle of his jeans, swiftly unfastening it and letting it hang open at the sides.

His other hand finds your panties, rubbing you gently over the growing spot of moisture he’s already coaxed out of you, and then he loops two fingers across through the crotch panel, before tugging down and letting the cool air of the garage graze your soaking cunt.

Felix watches in amazement as you squirm helplessly beneath Seungmin’s touch, his cock swelling in his own jeans, as you sit up to capture Seungmin in a passionate kiss. You hoist one leg over his upper thigh, his hand skillfully tugging his jeans down, too, before he’s in just his boxers and a plain white t-shirt.

Felix would be a damn liar if he didn’t admit to himself that he’s fantasized about this one too many times- how you react to Seungmin’s touch instead of his, how the sex differs, especially if you have a preference for him. But observing the way you arch your back up into him, your hands finding the elastic waistband of his boxers, where you tug them down to now free his erection- the encounter seems to follow a familiar cadence. Your responses are just as satisfactory, just as expectant for passionate physical contact that will bring you to your release. And although the night started with a fleeting bout of jealousy, he’s well aroused at the view that provides him answers he’s previously sought.

It’s Felix who frees his erection next, snaking his belt out from the belt loops of his jeans to discard it beside your lying figures. His jeans find purchase among the same pile of clothes, and then his boxers, until his lower half is fully undressed. And when Seungmin wraps a hand around the base of his cock, prodding it at your soaking entrance, Felix begins to touch himself, working his cock in slow, rhythmic strokes.

Seungmin doesn’t waste another second before he’s pushing himself into you, steadying himself with a hand on the mattress beside you. His forehead is already sheen with perspiration as he begins to work in and out of your sopping cunt, his cock throbbing against your walls as he shuts his eyes in pure ecstasy. And Felix quickens his pace at the same time, a light sloshing noise audible from beside you as he strokes himself over your figure. Felix watches the two of you as he fucks his own hand, a groan escaping his lips when his eyes travel down to your breasts, which bounce lightly with every harsh thrust. You’re in nothing but a loose-fitting t-shirt, perhaps one that formerly belonged to him or to Seungmin. Realistically, your friends with benefits arrangements with the two have gone on for so long, he’s not entirely sure what’s yours and what’s theirs anymore.

Your nipples protrude through the thin fabric, erect as the cool air grazes your flesh, and Felix can’t help himself but to reach a hand out, bunching the fabric of your shirt up to expose your bare breasts. He leans down to capture your nipple between his teeth, causing Seungmin to part from your body briefly to observe the sight. It’s certainly fascinating to him, watching Felix moan softly around your chest, as he ruts against his slender fingers to fuck his own fist. Seungmin’s not thought much about your relationship to Felix, always maintaining a level of secrecy within your agreement to share the same girl. But watching Felix pleasure himself, he can’t help but quicken his own pace, quickly aroused at the sight of two men satisfying you at once.

“Seungmin,” you manage to breathe out softly, angling his face down towards yours.

“Yes, baby?”

“Was the proposal just for a threesome?” You inquire softly, your eyebrows furrowing up in pleasure as Felix continues to suck your nipple. “Or was there something else?”

Seungmin lets out a sharp breath when you clench around his cock just once, seemingly to coax a quicker response from him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he then asks, beginning to thrust into you at a faster pace now. He grasps your waist firmly, leaving bruises when he digs the pads of his fingers into your flesh, and your nails glide along his back, leaving streaks of raised pink lines.

“We like you,” Seungmin continues, gritting his teeth when you clench for a second time around him. “It’s not enough to share you like this- fuck, I want you all the fucking time.”

Felix’s lips depart from your chest, a string of drool connecting to you still, as he slows the pace of his strokes along his glistening cock.

“You really couldn’t tell?” He asks, running a hand through his long blonde hair and smoothing it back.

You ponder his words briefly- perhaps you haven’t quite thought about the jealous looks they shoot each other, the sarcastic comments they make and their constant questions about the other’s skills between the sheets. But as Felix throws his head back in a blissful state, his strokes remaining slow, while Seungmin pounds into you, it makes sense to you.

You begin to utter a response to them, quickly unable to, as Seungmin’s slender fingers wrap around your throat to steady your shaky body. He comes down to press his lips to yours, allowing a wad of his saliva to trickle its way down onto your lips, and then he groans loudly, bucking his hips forward involuntarily.

“Gonna cum,” Seungmin breathes out, moving even faster now. The sounds of skin slapping can be heard when he pushes himself in and out of you, and Felix doesn’t miss the way Seungmin’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, as he nears his release.

He leans down to suck a trail of bite marks along your neck as he fucks you, and then before you can beg him to fill you, he throws his head back in a euphoric state of pleasure, as he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside of you, thrusting it in to ensure you’re full of him.

Seungmin pulls out breathlessly, labored pants escaping his lips as he departs from your shaky figure. And then he nods once in Felix’s direction, granting him permission to finish the job.

Felix wastes no time crawling over your figure, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, as he prods against your entrance and attaches his lips to yours. He’s much gentler than Seungmin when he finally pushes himself into you, gliding along your folds with ease as Seungmin’s cum lubricates your flesh, and then he begins to thrust in and out of you, whimpered moans escaping his lips as he fucks you.

“You have no idea how much we think about you,” Felix confesses, glancing down to catch sight of your breasts again. “We love having you come around here. But we’re tired of sharing like this.”

“Like what?” You voice to him, quivering when he hits a particularly deep spot.

Seungmin catches his breath beside you, lightning up a joint once more to take a generous hit. He’s clouded in a shroud of thick herbal smoke, nodding in encouragement as he watches Felix bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Separately,” Felix continues. “We want to make you feel good together.”

He shuts his eyes momentarily, squeezing them tightly as he fucks Seungmin’s release in and out of you. And then his breath hitches in the back of his throat when he feels you wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper into you, until he’s effectively kissing your cervix with every stroke.

“Yeah?” You query, letting out an amused, yet shaky chuckle. “Cum for me, then. Show me how badly you want it.”

Felix groans at your command, knowing very well that you’re well tuned to all his weaknesses, bossing him around like this being one of them. He thrusts into you two more times, his eyes shut tightly as he relishes in the sensation of your warm cunt hugging his throbbing cunt. And then his head spins when he finally feels himself let go, filling you with his hot white load, which dribbles swiftly out of you, much like Seungmin’s had.

As he does, his fingers attach to your clit, rubbing in slow circles and finally coaxing your own orgasm, as you tremble around him gasping for air.

The pull out of you is messy, a mixture of your release, Seungmin’s and Felix’s load, and generous spots of sweat staining the already questionably sanitary mattress. Felix rolls over to lie on his side, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, as Seungmin’s gaze meets both of yours. He pulls a joint away from his lips, cocking an eyebrow before speaking.

“So?” Seungmin asks, chuckling lightly at Felix’s weary state. “What do you say?”

Your eyes shift to the ceiling, and then back to Seungmin, who looks as though he already knows you’re going to agree to this. Felix looks contented, too, when he finally sits up again, reaching for a freshly rolled joint and digging around the jeans of his pockets for a lighter.

“I want it messy,” you say finally, breaking the silence that falls over the three of you. “And I don’t want to pay for my weed anymore.”

“We can do that,” Seungmin clarifies.

Felix nods in agreement, shooting Seungmin an affirmative smile.

The room echoes with the light sound of stretching springs within the mattress, and you glance down briefly, before meeting their gazes again.

“And hold that thought about scrapping the mattress,” you say to them finally. “We’re not quite done with it yet.”

*

[miniversess]

THE DEMON : kim seungmin

kinktober

pairing: kim seungmin x afab!reader

warnings: pillow humping, temporary paralysis (he’s a sleep paralysis demon lol), dollification, unprotected sex

a/n: guys i lied…. this is my fav cbinktober fic after merbin. this one’s a little more ooky spooky than the rest, but i don’t think it’s anything toooo crazy. reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

for seungmin to be such a stickler for time, he sure does enjoy making you wait.

it’s a game he likes to play. you know it; he knows it, but his absence from the room still makes you petulant and irritated.

the first time you stepped through the door of pure, infinite obsidian, you were shocked to find that the interior looks exactly like your bedroom upstairs. the cream color of the wall, the coral pink bedspread, even the decorative pictures hung on both sides of your vanity mirror. it’s the comforts of home all in one little room, and it automatically had your shoulders relaxing. it still has them relaxing.

your bare feet shuffle against the carpet as you come to a stop before the vanity across from your bed. there’s a crisply folded card on the corner of it, sitting primly in front of a clear vase where a single red rose sits.

see you soon… ♥️

you set the card down to caress a blooming petal of the rose, soft and smooth under your fingertips.

“when is soon?” you question aloud. it’s more of a whine than anything, but seungmin just thinks your pouting is cute. it never gets him in a hurry.

your petulance gives you a stupid idea. a really stupid idea, a way you can tease him back for making you wait. it’s so stupid, but the more you think about it, the more appealing it is. seungmin loves when you play with him - his deep, inky eyes can look so firm, so resolute, but the corner of his lips twitch when you act up, his head cocks like he’s a sweet labrador puppy instead of a devil of the night.

the pillowcases on your bed are silk. the pillows they cover are just as nice, soft and comfortable, yet firm enough to not leave your neck hurting when you wake from sleep. they’re cool to the touch, so nice to rest your head on when you lay down and relax after a long day.

they feel just as nice when you straddle them, when you put one between your legs and fold it in half to grind on until you cum.

that’s where you’re perched now, in the center of the bed, seated atop one of your pillows. your clothes lie in a disheveled pile on the floor beside the bed leaving you beautifully bare. the only thing you’ve left on your body is something that manifested when you stepped into the room: a pair of cute little socks, as white as a dove, with lacy ruffles adorning the top. seungmin’s a sucker for them and you know it.

the room has darkened fairly since you first stepped foot in it, and the light of your bedside lamp casts a warm glow throughout your makeshift bedroom and onto your sweating skin.

“seungminnie,” you whimper. your fingers curl harder into the silk pillowcase bunched in your hand, yanking it closer to press the pillow deeper against your slick cunt. “fuck.”

you wiggle your hips, slip your knees apart on the comforter until your clit slides against the silk at a new angle. now that you’re not grinding against your wet spot, the new spot you’ve settled on is cool to your heated and sensitive skin. your hands move to the mattress in front of you for leverage, pressing your palms harshly against it to grind harder, rougher. your tits sway with the movement and you duck your head. barely even five minutes ago your movements were slow, collected, sensual. you caressed your breasts and stomach and thighs with slow hands until your cunt was throbbing wetly against the pillow. your seemingly undemanding start made way for frantically rutting hips and unfiltered moaning in the blink of an eye, heartbeat thundering and bed frame creaking in your ears.

your bottom lip is held tightly between your teeth. if seungmin were here, he’d thumb at the corner of your lips, keep you from breaking the tender skin while wordlessly assuring you that he wants to hear your noises. the thought alone has you dropping your jaw and keening into the air. your palms burn where they’re pressed to the bed, and they’re moving from the mattress to grip your heels instead. your back is bowed like this, something positively sinful. your tits still bounce, your cunt still throbs. you’re restless, body too keyed up with pleasure that your hands don’t know where to go. one flies to your cunt while the other stays gripping your heel - spreading your labia so that your clit rubs unobstructed against the silk.

“fucking-! seungmin, seungmin, please… please!”

you wish he was here with you, you wish he’d stop playing this game and come to you, talk you to your orgasm while he stands at the foot of the bed and watches you dirty yourself up for him. to him.

your knees shuffle forward until your grinding hips settle on the corner of the pillow, that cool little edge of the silk pillowcase. your clit catches on it and your eyes roll, and your fingers vee themselves wider to give your puffy clit more room to get all the stimulation it needs. your orgasm almost makes your legs cramp. it has your knees sinking further apart, it has your other hand scrambling under the folded pillow to push it against you harder. you cum with a wail, trembling all over until the aftershocks have your knees nearly knocking.

rubbing against something always makes your orgasms feel different, it makes your cunt more sensitive to the touch and your limbs feel like jelly afterwards from all the work. that’s how they feel now, and your thighs quiver as you slowly shift yourself until you’re laying down underneath your blanket. there are enough pillows in your bed that it’s not a loss for the soiled one to stay put at the foot of it.

you focus for several minutes on regulating your heavy breathing. it sends you almost into a daze, the repetitive up-and-down of your chest and stomach and the sound of your deep breaths. your hand falls between your parted legs for just a little touch, and even the gentlest rub of your fingertip has your wobbly legs fighting to slam shut. you’re so sensitive. you’re so tired.

your eyes are drooping when you manage one last glance around the room. you check all the hot spots: the four corners of your room, your closed closet, the hello kitty chair sitting at your vanity, and there’s still no sign of seungmin. you drift off to sleep before you can focus on how badly you miss him.

and you’re awake again in what feels like minutes.

but it couldn’t have been minutes because it feels like you’re in limbo, swimming through thick molasses, somewhere between deep sleep and consciousness. your eyes slit open before shutting again, and your head tilts slightly on your pillow as you begin to drift off once more.

a creak somewhere to your left has your body stiffening right before slumber takes you under.

your eyes slit open again, wider this time, still groggy but slightly more alert. a second creak has your heart beginning to hammer in your chest. you’re wide awake now. it beats so hard that it heats the skin of your chest until you have to fight the urge to pant. to panic.

the room is completely dark. did you turn your lamp off before you fell asleep? you must have. or the power went out? because how else—

another creak.

your breathing turns shallow then, and your eyes frantically look around as they try to grow accustomed to the darkness in the room. it’s so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face if you tried, but your body keeps you in place. you’re boiling hot underneath the covers, sheets sticking uncomfortably to your legs. your eyes shake as they continue to look around, and your breath hitches quietly when you spot the figure in your chair.

seungmin is here.

you can’t see his face, can only make out the dark mass of his body where he rocks himself back and forth in your vanity chair.

even though you now know who’s in the room with you, the beat of your heart is still frantic. adrenaline still courses through your veins as your fight or flight response tries to tamp itself down.

you make to call for him. you want to touch him, you want his arms around you after the scare he can’t help but give you, but your lips won’t move. all you can manage is a heavy breath, a hint of a whimper easing out around the edges. you try again just to fail, again and again, and your loss of voice has you panicking, wanting out from under the covers to find solace in seungmin’s lithe arms.

but you can’t.

because you can’t move.

no matter how hard you try, your limbs feel like lead. your legs, your arms. you can’t even wiggle your toes or your fingers. it has your anxiety skyrocketing, your breath coming out in short, ragged pants. you can’t speak, you can’t move, you can’t fucking breathe—

“you’re alright,” seungmin says. his voice is so soft. the chair creaks one more time as he stands, black mass creeping slowly to the side of the bed. you whimper again, slurred and quiet, and you feel like you’re about to pass out right here until seungmin flicks on your lamp.

the room is shrouded in warm, orange light and it blankets seungmin beautifully too. you can see him clearly now, a small smile on his face as he leans down to kneel beside your bed. he rustles the blankets until he can grab at the closest hand to him, and he lifts it to his chest.

“breathe with me,” he says, taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment before exhaling. your breath stutters as you try to copy his breathing pattern, but your lungs still seem to struggle. “good try, come on. do it again, alright?”

seungmin breathes with you until you’re calm, until your lungs aren’t working overtime and your heart isn’t burning in your chest. he presses a kiss to your knuckles when he’s done and lets your arm flop back down onto the bed limply. he stands then, dusting off his pants at the knee and kicking off his shoes. seungmin bends down to pick them up and grabs your previously discarded clothes too. he places his shoes beside your vanity and begins folding your clothes and sitting them in the chair. seungmin holds onto your wet panties though, lifting them to his nose for a whiff. only then does he place them on top of your folded clothes.

his steps are slow and calculated when he makes his way back to your unmoving body, and your eyes follow every step he takes. they still follow him as he places his knee on the bed and swings the other over you, successfully straddling your chest.

you know, some people say that sleep paralysis feels like something’s sitting on your chest, he had said once.

you feel it now, of course, the indescribable weight on your chest, the shock to your system. it feels good to have him on top of you like this; he’s not sitting with his full weight, but the thought of it gets to you regardless. he’s in complete control. your heart rate picks up again and seungmin coos.

“your heart’s beating so fast,” he breathes. seungmin caresses the wrinkle between your eyebrows, smooths it out. “are you afraid?”

not of seungmin. never of seungmin, not for a long time now even though he is what he is, so you can’t necessarily explain the feeling that overtakes you when he rouses you from your sleep like this. you grew up hearing stories of monsters in your closet and the bogeyman under your bed; little did you know they’d turn out to be real. little did you know the bogeyman would bring you roses and kiss your lips until they’re swollen.

you’re not afraid of him, but your mind puts up a fight every time. it fights to tell you something’s here, fights to pull you from the bed and keep you safe even though you’ve never been safer. seungmin always manages to keep you on your toes. you never know what to expect. it leaves adrenaline coursing through your veins with nowhere to go, only able to ping around in your motionless body like a pinball.

maybe it’s the complete loss of control that gets to you more, maybe that’s what gets your heart pounding the most. you’re the owner of your life, you have to be in control if you want things done right. you control the company you keep, what time you eat dinner, where you shop for groceries. you take the reins on every aspect of your life that you possibly can so nothing can catch you off guard, but seungmin… seungmin knows what you need, sometimes you think he knows even better than you do. seungmin knows when you need a break, when you need your control stripped away so that you can finally relax. that’s why he does what he does.

“no,” seungmin answers his own question. your heart thumps in your chest as he snaps the tongue of his belt undone and unzips his pants above you. embarrassingly enough, your mouth starts to water. a line of drool seeps down your cheek because you can’t close your mouth, can’t sweep your tongue against the corner to catch it before it falls. seungmin laughs then, bright and kind, and wipes the spit from your cheek. “my dolly’s not afraid.”

the fight leaves your mind completely. a serene calm washes over you until it feels like you’re facing the sun, a dandelion seed being carried by a gentle breeze. weightless on purpose.

there’s nothing to worry about here, not with seungmin. there’s nothing to focus on, nothing to control. nothing to be other than seungmin’s doll.

seungmin has his cock out. you don’t know when that happened, all you do know is that he’s jacking his cock above your mouth. his hand is slow, his fingers twist when they reach the head, spreading his precum down the base. he presses the leaky head to your lips in an imitation of a kiss. you’d pucker them if you could, loll your tongue out to lick him clean while simultaneously getting him even wetter. but you can’t. seungmin doesn’t mind; he wants to play with you anyway.

he uses you like that for a while, rubbing his cock against the soft skin of your cheeks, dipping the tip of it into your warm mouth to prod at your tongue when he grabs your chin and opens your lips. you can tell he’s close when his round nose starts to scrunch. seungmin pulls away with a deep breath, puffing his cheeks like he’s overwhelmed.

when he begins to slink down your body, he takes the blankets with him. you’d shudder if you could move, you’d rub your legs together and yank the covers back up to keep warm. his hard cock bumps against the valley of your breasts, your stomach, until it settles on the mound of your cunt as he straddles your naked hips. seungmin playfully bites at your shoulder before pulling away to move between your thighs.

he bends your legs and spreads them, but not before breaking out into a grin when he takes note of your socks.

“dollies usually wear pretty dresses, don’t they? looks like mine only came with socks…” he thumbs at the ruffle and promptly pushes your legs to your chest. he has to hold them there himself because they’d drop straight back down to the bed if not. “and what’s this?”

seungmin’s eyes may be a deep, boundless onyx, but you swear up and down if you look into them long enough you’d see the stars in the night sky. they’re expressive and open and honest, and they’re peering right at your soaked cunt.

he hums and licks his pink lips. “do dollies always have such wet little pussies?”

no. just you, just his dolly. you want to tell him so badly! it’s wet, warm, tight. fit for him to use.

but dolls don’t speak. dolls don’t moan or cry or move, so you lay there and let him handle you how he wants. even if you were fully capable of moving and speaking, you don’t think that would change a bit.

seungmin leans down then until he’s eye level with your pussy. his eyes snap up to yours, watching keenly as he ducks down to nose at your thigh. he doesn’t stay there for long though, trailing kisses to your puffy lips until his mouth is hovering over where you need him the most. he parts his lips and leans in, ghosting his warm breath against where you’re sensitive and leaking. seungmin’s eyes remain locked on your bleary ones, and he tilts his head away again just to tease. that’s all he’s doing, playing with his food.

you have no recollection of how long it’s been, but your cunt is still so sweetly sensitive from earlier and you know seungmin knows it. his hot breath makes you want to squirm, it makes you want to lift your hand and grip his hair and yank his face into your cunt so he can really eat, but you can’t do any of it.

a chaste kiss to your clit has a spark zinging down your spine, but you lay calmly against the mattress.

as soon as the touch is there, it’s gone again. seungmin sits on his haunches between your legs and lets go of one so that it falls back down onto the bed. he jerks his cock then, wrings the head as he shuffles closer so that it bumps the pudge of your clit.

he slips inside so easily. you’re so relaxed and pliant that he’s sitting balls deep in no time. seungmin fusses over you then, maneuvering your body where and how he wants so he can fuck you just how he likes. he wants your legs spread but wants your hips angled up. your soiled pillow from earlier does the trick as he slips it underneath your ass. seungmin spends several moments worrying with your arms. he puts them down flat by your sides then changes his mind and makes you cup your tits. it’s still not where he wants you, but his hips finally twitch when he takes hold of your floppy arms and rests them on either side of your head.

“ah,” he smiles. his ears are red, but his eyes are wild. “it looks like you have paws.” you can’t turn your head to the side to look. “puppy doll.”

you feel it then when seungmin’s big hands come up to cup yours. your hands are curled into loose fists, pathetic little imitations of dog paws resting by your head as seungmin begins to fuck you hard. it makes heat swirl in your gut. you’re still so sensitive from earlier, you’re so keyed up now, there’s no way you’ll last. he squeezes your fingers once before moving on to your thighs.

the only reason you’re not being bounced up the bed is because of seungmin’s harsh grip on them.

“you feel perfect, honey,” seungmin breathes. a droplet of sweat drips down his temple, and your eyes follow it down. he grits his teeth. “my fucking dolly. my little doll, my most favorite toy to play with.”

it’s so quiet, quieter than usual at least. seungmin likes to talk in bed, and his hips snap roughly against the backs of your thighs, but you can’t help but realize how stark the difference in volume is without your own voice. your moans, your responses to him, your pleas for more.

you want to tell him how good it feels, how much you love being his little plaything. you want it so much that you try again to speak, and all that comes out of your mouth is a hushed, strangled whimper.

“yes, come on,” seungmin goads. “i miss your voice. come on, you can do it, honey.”

so you keep trying, fighting with your vocal cords with renewed vigor now that seungmin said he misses your voice. it finally cracks when seungmin drops one of your pliant thighs to the bed and lifts the other up and to the side. his nudges closer, deeper, and that’s when your voice finally breaks through, along with a small twitch of your index finger.

“yes! that’s it, good job. there’s my dolly’s pretty voice. fuck.”

it’s like the floodgates have opened. you moan unabashedly, not bothering to hold your voice back at all with seungmin snapping his hips so roughly and his praise washing over you.

your finger continues to twitch, and the movement carries through to your hand. it suddenly feels like ants are crawling up your arm, like the tv static you always feel when a limb falls asleep. you circle your wrist, curl your fingers tighter and then straighten them out.

“s-s—”

seungmin. you want to beg for him, you’re so close you can taste it. you work your jaw, move your tongue around in your mouth until it starts to feel like you’re real again.

“that’s it. say my name. baby, say my name when i make you cum.”

he grunts when your arm flops down to hit him in the stomach. you want him closer, so much closer so he can kiss your neck and smell your skin and rut into you deeper. seungmin always knows what you want, even when you can’t say it, so he blankets you with his long body and snakes his arms under your tingling shoulders.

your arm flounders limply to his back. your fingers clench and unclench until you finally manage to reach his short, brown hair and card your digits through it.

“seungmin,” you slur. it’s wet with spit and mumbled. “seungminnie.”

“seungminnie’s right here,” he answers. seungmin presses kisses to your cheek and down your neck before he rests his forehead against yours. “why don’t you go ahead and cum, mm? i’m proud of you, fuck. fuck, you’re perfect.”

like he still has control of your body, your fingers curl tight in his hair when you begin to cum on command. your mouth opens as you let out a sinful moan that he catches with his own mouth, and he leans down to kiss the noise from your lips. he follows you there, cumming inside with a breathless grunt of your name. when you look into the depths of his eyes, they gleam bright in the darkness.

the rest of your body comes to as seungmin cleans you up. he helps massage your legs and laughs when you finally wiggle your toes in your socks, and he winces and covers his ears when you holler as you stretch yourself fully on the bed.

he pulls the blankets up when he notices the goosebumps on your arms.

“time to put my toy away,” he jokes. seungmin tucks you in bed so diligently that you can hardly move again, comforter tucked under every nook and cranny of your body’s outline that you’re sure you look like a wrapped mummy. seungmin laughs proudly at his work but loosens the blankets when you start to wiggle. he kisses your forehead.

seungmin lays down beside you on the bed and even dips one leg under the blanket so you can wrap yours around it. he runs hot, he’ll be sweating in no time, even more so now that he’s taken his clothes off.

“go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up.” in the chair? standing in the corner of the room? “right here next to my dolly.”

[miniversess]

( reaction ) telling them you aren't wearing panties ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ skz reaction to you not wearing panties ヾ

boyfriend!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ no penetration , pet play? , degradation wc ・ ‎1.2k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. hii I hope you remember mee~ it's okay if you don't tho I'm just here to ask I'd you could do a similar reaction to this one with riize but with skz instead. The one saying their reaction to not wearing any panties on the date. Thank you so much I love you and always remember to stay safe <333

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 here you go ! enjoy it love <3

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

thought his eyes were deceiving him; surely you would wear underwear with a skirt that short. he didn't say anything until you slid into the booth and he could see your ass poking from under the skirt , he slid right in making sure no one saw you. “what the fuck?” he sat down next to your. “where are your fucking panties babygirl?” he gritted through his teeth , just as the waiter was about to make his way over to your table. “i didn't wear any.” he could see that , what he couldn't figure is why the fuck were you trying to turn him on in this restaurant right now. “you're we already paid for the reservations.” he said , kissing your temples because the server was close. “what can I do for you guys?” he waited for the boy to leave before turning back to you.

“daddy is gonna ruin you when we get home , trust baby.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

he knew you were up to something , the fact that you were a little too excited to get out of the car and into the restaurant. “you must be really hungry huh?” you didn't say anything though , but that glint in your eye and that smirk he swore he saw made him curious. “what are you up to?” he said. “nothing” you smiled “innocently” and he damn sure wasn't buying it. “i have to go to the bathroom.” you got up leaving the boy alone , not even 2 moments later his phone buzzed , he picked it up , your plans becoming evident. “i fucking knew it.” he cursed. you sat back down to a seething lee know. “fucking slut you aren't wearing any underwear.” you giggled , knowing he wouldn't do anything in public , but you knew you were also done for after the date , he leaned over so you could only hear him.

“let's see if you find it later when your pussy is battered from cock and you still haven't came.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew changbin couldn't resist praising you. “binnie , binnie look at my new shoes.” he genuinely wanted to see the shoes , looking under the table , only to be met with your legs widened. his head shot up looking at you with wide eyes. “b-baby.” he was flustered , it made you giggle. “where are your panties?” he whispered , you shrugged. “didn't feel like wearing any.” he was bewildered honestly , turned on but bewildered , he didn't even give a fuck about those shoes anymore not the food. “give me a minute , gonna pay the bill.” he stood up. “wait what about the food?”

“I'll ask them to wrap it up to go , no way im gonna sit through dinner knowing how wet you are sitting across from me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew your man loved to take pictures of you during your dates , so it was perfect. you waited for him to get up from the seat to “use the bathroom” you knew he was just going to pay the bill so you wouldn't try and pay , but you let it be — quickly slipping into his seat , taking your panties off , looking around before slipping them into his jacket pocket. you smiled as you slipped back into your seat as he came back down. “how was the bathroom?” he smiled , knowing he was caught. “let me take a few photos baby.” he reached into his jacket , furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled out the lacy material. he smiled, shoving the panties back into his jacket. “you little minx.” you giggled. “my favorite pair too.”

“we should skip dessert so we can get home and i can take some photos of you laid out in bed all pretty for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

you purposely dropped the fork on to the floor, and the poor boy just trying to be a good boyfriend crawled under the table to get it for you — only to be met with your legs wide open , your bare pussy on display. a small “fuck” leaving his mouth making you smirk as he came back from under the table , his face red as he sat the fork down. “yo-you're not wearing any panties.” he whispered , his hands coming up to his cock , fixing himself. “wh-why.” he whined , upset because he was unable to do anything because you had already denied his request to leave. “i want dessert , don't be selfish sungie.”

“why would you show me if you were just gonna torture me like this baby , im gonna cum just sitting here thinking about it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix﹚ .ᐟ

“i think i left my lipstick in the car.” know felix kept a spare always in his pocket for you. “don't worry baby i go it.” he reached into his jacket pocket next to him. “what is this?” he innocently took out the lace , eyes widened as he shoved it back inside. “baby when did you do that?” he said , he was sure you were wearing them when you left the house , he was in the room when you were getting dressed. “i took the off when you went to pay the bill.” he gulped adams apple bobbing. “baby fuck it's hard enough to see you dressed so pretty for me , but knowing you're pussy is probably dripping on to the seat is painful love.”

“let's skip dessert tonight , i got something else sweet i want to eat and i don't think i can wait until we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew it would piss him off — that's why it was perfect to do it to him. your heart was racing as you hit send on your phone , your legs shaking as you watched him pick up his phone to read the message , his eye lifting up to yours , filled with a lust filled angry glare. he didn't say anything , lifting up the table cloth looking under , quietly coming up. “can't take a mutt like you anywhere can i?” he growled , you were dripping for him. “i want to go home.” you whined , needing him. “no , you're gonna sit there until the date is over.” he said , you rolled your eyes. “don't think because we're in public i won't embarrass you , i'll make you kneel right here.” you immediately stopped unsure if he was serious, but you weren't about to test that theory.

“act like a bad dog and i’ll treat you like one , let's see how funny you think this stunt is later.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

was he already looking at your ass? yes , yes he was — but that was besides the point , he could easily tell you were missing your panties through the dress. “sit the fuck down.” he hissed , you pretended to be confused , tilting your head in fake innocence. “are you fucking joking?” he growled , leaning over the table. “you aren't wearing any fucking panties.” he wanted to wipe that smile clean off your face. “didn't want panty lines.” you shrugged him off. “waitress is coming.” he could care less about the waitress. “then you wear a thong or something , i don't know.” but you wave him off. “this look is much better.” the waitress coming closer , he leaned over whispering one final threat.

“laugh now baby , shit won't be funny when your ass is sore and pussy is begging for my cock and you don't get it.”

©LUVYENI

[miniversess]

The art of erotica

pairing: felix x afab!reader x hyunjin

synopsis: hyunjin asks his friends to model for his paintings and things take a turn as they indulge in their fantasies.

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 6.6k

warnings: everyone is a horny desperate switch, oral (f and m), voyeurism, threesome, mxm action, fingering, a lil spit play, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), double penetration (one hole), cum eating, cum swapping, creampie

a/n: can't seem to get enough of hyunlix so enjoy🤭

~ divider by @anitalenia

~ Masterlist

"Fuck...! Lixie!" you jolt, your middle lifting towards Felix's lips as he flicks his tongue in a particular way that he knows gets your toes curling.

He groans into you, the taste of you and the sounds you make, how you sit on the couch spread out for him while he kneels with his head buried where he loves to be the most; he can't help his hand as it travels into his pants, grabbing his needy leaking cock.

You're so close, his nose pressing into your clit perfectly as you play with your nipples through your thin shirt and Felix pulls his cock out to bring himself release along with you.

"I'm gonna-" you're interrupted by your phone ringing, both of you jolt and groan as Felix moves away, licking at his lips.

"Who is it?" your best friend looks up at you, a little breathless, still stroking his length slowly, squeezing it a little.

"Hyune." you chuckle.

"Answer him." Felix smirks diving back in, pushing his tongue between your soaking folds into your warmth.

You groan and accept your other best friend's call.

"Hi, beautiful." you can just hear Hyunjin's smirk by the way he says it.

"Hey, prince- ah!" you accidentally moan as Felix pinches your clit teasingly.

"Hi, Felix!" Hyunjin yells loudly, making you laugh as you move your phone away from your ear.

Felix chuckles, detaching his lips from you as you put Hyunjin on speaker so Felix can talk to him too.

"You're between y/n's legs, I presume?" Hyunjin teases.

"My favorite place to be. Care to join?" Felix claps back as you close your legs and flick his forehead.

"That's besides the point. I'm calling cause I need a favor from my two very beautiful and very horny best friends." Hyunjin announces as Felix rubs his forehead, his brows pinched together.

"I'm not filming a porn movie and putting it on the internet!" you chime in, making Hyunjin laugh.

"I wasn't gonna ask that but now that you said it-"

"Stop stalling, Hyunjin." you interrupt him and he giggles.

"Alright, since the two of you are at it anyways, I wanted to ask if you would let me paint you in different sex poses? I wanna make it aesthetic, erotic, raw... you know? You two would be perfect for it!"

Even though you and Felix messed around sometimes, you've never actually went all the way so both of your faces become red as Hyunjin explains his vision.

You've kissed Hyunjin too, as has Felix but it never went further than that so the thought of being naked with Felix inside you, while Hyunjin paints the both of you made your gut stir, arousal gushing out of your already wet pussy.

The three of you had an interesting friendship, and you know not many people would understand it or support it but as long as you have each other, you didn't care.

"Hello? Earth to my pretty people?" Hyunjin laughs.

"I'm down." you nod and then look at Felix whose face was as red as a tomato now.

"M-me too. Yeah. Why not." he shrugs, trying to make it look like it didn't affect him at all.

"Great, that's settled! Come to my studio tomorrow at 6pm." Hyunjin sounds excited.

"Sure, see you!"

"And loves?" Hyunjin adds, his voice dropping a few octaves.

"Y-yeah?" Felix speaks up first.

"Don't worry about anything. I'll take good care of you." Hyunjin almost purrs and you feel your pussy clench at his words.

After you hang up, Felix and you look at each other and then burst into an awkward laugh.

"This'll definitely be interesting." he says, a contemplative look on his face.

"Mhm. Let's think about that tomorrow, though. We have some unfinished business here." you smirk, spreading your legs again as Felix looks at you darkly, licking his lips.

Excitement runs through your veins that night as you curl up in bed, anticipating tomorrow.

Felix drives you to the familiar building and the two of you step into the elevator, letting it take you to the top where Hyunjin's studio sits.

Hyunjin lets you in, and as always when he paints, he is messy, his hair disheveled but somehow making him even prettier, his bottom lip is red as he probably bit into it with concentration, there's a streak of yellow paint on his left cheek, and more on his shirt and pants.

"You know the rules." he wiggles his eyebrows before twirling away like some fairy, making you and Felix laugh.

The rules were simple; no shoes because they're dirty (and probably because Hyunjin likes to take peeks at your feet, sometimes even rub them when the three of you cuddle) and no phones as he felt they were an unnecessary distraction in his sacred space.

You and Felix leave your shoes and phones by the door, before following Hyunjin, walking on the plastic that's covering the floor for protection, and Hyunjin looks at you, leaving his paintbrush aside before he skips to you, his long arms enveloping both of you in a hug.

"Oof." Felix huffs out air as he accidentally knocks into Hyunjin a little too hard, making Hyunjin snicker before he leans back, his hands splayed on the backs of your heads.

"My loves. Are you excited?" he asks as you swat at him which he dodges with a laugh, finally releasing you.

"Intrigued, I would say." you smirk, both of you looking at Felix.

"I'm - a little nervous." Felix admits, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"We shared a bath multiple times." Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a playful smile gracing his features.

"This is different!" Felix swallows and you chuckle, your hand on his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him.

"It's just us, I know you'll feel better as soon as we get into it." you say, knowing that Felix isn't as spontaneous as Hyunjin or you are and it takes a little convicing when he's on the spot, but ultimately he always caves in.

"You don't have to strip right away. Here, I prepared coffee and snacks for my models." Hyunjin beckons you to the table with a smirk.

"Hardly a model." you chuckle as Felix picks up a drink.

"Y/n, you're gorgeous and you're not allowed to talk badly about yourself in my studio... or like ever." Hyunjin nods, folding his arms on his chest.

"Damn, calm down, I was joking." you giggle, your face warming up.

"Oh my god, ew! What the fuck did I just drink?" Felix makes a disgusted face and the two of you laugh.

"That would be my coffee. Your hot chocolate is on the left, sugar boy." Hyunjin smirks.

"I swear-" Felix starts, his hand curling into a fist and you laugh.

"Anyways. How will this work?" you stop whatever banter they were about to have, because you know it can drag on, sometimes they don't know how to stop when they start joking around.

"So. The bed, right?" Hyunjin says, semingly a bit bashful himself.

You look towards the bed, one where the three of you spent countless nights watching some artsy european movies on Hyunjin's projector; Felix would fall asleep with his head on your chest and Hyunjin would end up putting his head on your lap, demanding of you dramatically that you need to caress his head and play with his hair or he'll die.

The three of you would end up falling asleep together, limbs all tangled and messy, and one of you would always be close to falling off the bed (that one would mostly be Hyunjin).

"Okay." you nod.

"I will instruct what poses you'll make and then paint them. Of course we will take breaks when it becomes too much. Or stop altogether if either of you feel uncomfortable." Hyunjin waves his arms around as he talks.

"Alright. Should we just start?" you shrug and Felix sputters a little.

"I'm not hard yet." he says quietly.

"That's no problem. I'm sure y/n can help you with that." Hyunjin smirks. "Or if you want, I can help you."

"T-that... y/n and I can just make out." Felix's deep voice is so quiet in the big space.

"Okay, if you need me I'll be here. I can turn around if you want." Hyunjin chuckles.

"N-no, you can... watch." Felix says and you smirk, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

Hyunjin sits on his stool, his eyes darkened already, his tongue pressed into his cheek as you push Felix to sit on the bed, your body following his as you grab his face in your hand and press your lips on his.

His lips are sweet and familiar, albeit trembling a little in this moment so you press harder into them, his hands coming up to caress your waist.

Hyunjin watches with dark and curious eyes, his two beautiful best friends kissing in front of him.

Felix relaxes the more you kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips, asking for permission to taste you which you happily grant him.

Hyunjin's heart speeds up as he observes you, his cock twitching in his pants.

He notices the way your hands tangle in Felix's hair and how you pull at the strands, he notices Felix's hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you get closer to each other, the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together bounces off the walls as spit dribbles down your chin.

He notices Felix's pants growing tighter, and he doesn't feel jealous of him, he feels exhilirated.

He wants to join.

Hyunjin stands up and makes his way towards the bed, which gets your attention as you detach from each other, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Without any words, Hyunjin cups your chin and leans down to kiss you messy and sloppy, his tongue pushed in instantly to lap at you and you whimper, jolting a little as Felix grips your thighs.

Hyunjin leans away and turns to Felix, his hand big on Felix's head as he gathers his hair in it and yanks his head a little, making Felix whimper.

Hyunjin leans down and kisses him equally as messy and sloppy as he did to you, arousal gushing on your panties as you watch them making out.

"Fuck. I'm sorry." he shakes his head.

"It's okay, Hyune. You're always welcome to join." you lick your lips, your eyes traveling between his face and the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

"I'll hold onto that invitation. But, right now, I need you two to strip. Okay?" he asks and both of you nod.

It's easy to be naked in front of each other as you have shared baths and one too many nightly escapades which ended in skinny-dipping, Felix always being a victim of yours and Hyunjin's jokes, where you would dive in and grab his ankles or try to scare him with stories of lake monsters.

Felix would nearly cry but you didn't want to be too cruel so you would hold him, as the three of you floated around naked in the cold water.

But, something about only you and Felix being naked while Hyunjin is dressed and observing every single move you make is new and exciting.

"So, what would be the first position?" you ask curiously as Hyunjin prepares his easel.

"What do you usually do?" he asks, not looking at you.

"We never... we never did that." Felix says, making Hyunjin look up.

"Really? I thought you for sure have. Don't you like - mess around?"

"Yeah, but we never went all the way." you nod and Hyunjin gasps.

"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me! Is this uncomfortable for you?"- he panics, his arms flailing, making you laugh at him because he's seconds from slipping on that plastic cover.

"Calm down, Hyun!" you say as you sit on the bed.

"I'm totally fine with it. Lixie?" both of you look at Felix.

"Yes. I'm okay to go." he nods.

"Alright, just prep yourselves then." Hyunjin says it like it's a command to obey and you can't help the way your pussy clenches at his words and the determined look in his warm eyes.

"H-help us?" Felix gets bold suddenly, batting his pretty eyelashes at Hyunjin and he lets out a delighted chuckle, only two long strides and Hyunjin is in front of you.

"Sweetheart, spread your legs for us." Hyunjin coos at you and you immediately obey.

The smirk on his face deepens as he brings his hand to Felix's lips.

"Spit on my fingers, angel." he taps his lips and Felix whimpers a little, gathering spit before letting it drip onto Hyunjin's long fingers.

You expected him to only finger you, but what you didn't expect is for Hyunjin to drop to his knees between Felix's legs and spit on his cock as he grabs him, making Felix squeal from the sudden action.

Hyunjin wastes no time, his wet fingers press into your clit and run down your folds, as his other hand starts slowly working Felix's length.

"Ah!" Felix moans, jolting into Hyunjin, you know it must feel quite different to have another guy jerk him off like that and you whine for more attention as Hyunjin stares up at Felix with a knowing smirk.

Hyunjin turns to look at you, eyes softening before he slowly pushes his fingers inside you, your warm pussy welcoming them and sucking them in.

His tongue darts out to catch a bead of pre-cum from Felix's tip and Felix gasps, his hands clutching at the covers under him as his thighs tremble.

Hyunjin doesn't stop smirking as his tongue swipes around Felix's tip before he takes him in, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down slowly, his fingers matching the pace of his lips as he fucks them deep into you.

"H-Hyune." you whimper, the tips of your fingers touching Felix's as he falls apart too, his head thrown back, a string of curses leaving his lips as Hyunjin sucks on him harder.

You admire how he seemingly has no gag reflex as he keeps sucking him in, his nose pressed into Felix's pubes as he swallows his whole length, while fucking your pussy skilfully, scissoring you open to take Felix's cock.

"There." he suddenly pops off of Felix, pulling his fingers out of you and immediately sticking them into his mouth to taste your sweet juices.

"Mm." Hyunjin moans around his fingers.

"T-thank you?" you bite your lip teasingly and Hyunjin giggles.

"Anytime."

"How do you want us for the first position?" you ask, your pussy throbbing and clenching, needing more attention.

"Okay, so..." Hyunjin pushes Felix to lay down and then moves him a little, making you chuckle at how Felix looks up at him cutely and almost innocently as Hyunjin adjusts his body however he wants.

"I want your arm lifted and kind of falling of the bed. And the second on will be on y/n's hip when she straddles you." Hyunjin motions at you and you nod, your legs on either sides of Felix and he squirms a little as you grab his cock and run it on your wet folds.

Felix gasps as you moan and slowly lower down on his length, Hyunjin observing his cock pushing into you with his lips parted.

You wiggle a little to adjust, feeling your best friend's cock filling you up perfectly and Felix whimpers quietly, bucking up into you.

"Where do you want my hands?" you ask, sounding almost breathless as you clench around Felix involuntarily, making his eyes flutter.

"Hm. Actually, let's change it up. I want y/n arching off you and holding your hand. So you can put this one-" Hyunjin takes the hand that was falling off the bed- "here." he lays Felix's hand on your hip.

"Your other hand here." Hyunjin takes your hand and puts it on Felix's abs but a little bit to the side so the point where you connect can still be visible to him.

"Beautiful." Hyunjin breathes deeply. "I want you looking at each other." he adds, messing with Felix's hair and then yours, making some of it cascade on one side, but not covering your breasts.

"Arch your back a little, sweetheart." you do as he says, any movement making both you and Felix moan.

"Now, stay like that as long as you can." Hyunjin smirks, almost evilly, the bastard.

He moves from the bed to blast some music on his speakers, whistling and acting nonchalant but you can see his cock struggling against the fabric of his pants.

Your eyes find Felix's and he licks his lips as he looks at you.

"You okay, Lix?" you ask, squeezing his hand a little.

"P-perfect. Feel so good. You're so warm and tight." he whimpers and you can't help your hips moving at that, your pussy clenching.

"Hey, no actual fucking." Hyunjin chimes in, knocking down a few paintbrushes accidentally. "Yet." he adds with a devilish smirk.

"Bastard." you mutter under your breath with a chuckle, making Felix smile.

"I heard that!" Hyunjin sits at his easel, and you look up at him, sticking your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes playfully.

Hyunjin starts sketching quickly as you look back down at Felix.

The two of you lock eyes and in the sudden silence devoid of your conversation and jokes, you're aware of everything.

You're aware of Felix buried inside your warmth, throbbing and full, his fingers slotted between yours, his other hand gripping your hip, his dark eyes fixated on you.

Felix's eyes travel down to where he's filling you up and he groans deeply.

"Fuck." his hips buck just a little and you feel your arousal gushing and coating his cock.

"Lix." you warn but it comes out as a moan.

"You two have no patience." Hyunjin scolds as he continues sketching.

"You try being in my place." Felix huffs.

"Maybe later." Hyunjin winks at you as you flip him off.

"Hand back on Lix." he points with his pen and you make noises of protest but listen nevertheless.

You look into Felix's eyes again and he looks at you so softly but still full of lust and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze.

After he's done sketching, Hyunjin starts mixing his paints and you wiggle a little, making Felix moan under you, his nails digging into your hip.

"My legs hurt." you whine with a pout.

"Let's take a break." Hyunjin states, and you can see that he's adjusting himself in his pants, as his other hand holds the paintbrush.

"You have a sketch though," you start, sliding off of Felix and making him whimper. ",can't you like finish painting without us having to be in this position for so long?" you ask, your eyes falling down to Felix's cock, wet with your arousal.

Your face warms up and you tear your eyes away to look at Hyunjin expectantly, as Felix sits up, feeling a bit dizzy as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in.

"I need you in the position just a bit longer. Just to get some shading done, then you can change positions." Hyunjin says, finally looking up at you.

His eyes rake all over your body and he licks his lips hungrily at the sight.

"What, you hate being on top of our Lixie that much?" he decides to tease to calm himself down.

"As much as I love cockwarming Lix, my legs are cramping." you state nonchalantly, making Felix cough behind you as he stands up.

"You okay there, angel?" Hyunjin asks.

"Perfect." Felix nods but you can see that his eyes are almost crossed from the need to be touched.

You laugh under your breath, drinking some water before sitting down and stretching your legs.

Hyunjin stands up abruptly, making his way to you as Felix sips on his chocolate.

You look up at him and before you can ask him what he's doing, Hyunjin kneels before you, his fingers wrapping around your ankle as he brings your foot on his thigh.

"W-what..." you start but he shushes you, his hands wrapping around your calf as he gently massages you, soothing out the tension in your muscles.

Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing as Hyunjin stares into your eyes darkly yet his touch is so sweet.

You smirk a little, sliding your foot on his flesh before gently resting it on the bulge in his pants.

Hyunjin sucks in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as his hands squeeze you a little harder.

"Be careful, sweetheart." he warns you but you want to play, so you press harder into him, wiggling your toes against his tip, realizing quickly he isn't wearing any underwear.

Hyunjin looks up at you, narrowing his eyes with a smirk.

"Lix, come here for a sec." Felix makes his way to the two of you instantly.

"Entertain our sweetheart. Perhaps she needs a distraction." Hyunjin winks at Felix, and Felix returns the wink with a smirk of his own as he stands in front of you.

You look up at Felix and he puts his hand on the back of your head, gently caressing you as his other hand holds his cock, bringing it closer to your lips which fall open immediately, letting him gently push his tip inside your mouth.

It's not the first time you've done this, but you never tasted yourself on him or done this with Hyunjin in the room and it makes you moan around him, Felix's hips stuttering as he pushes in more.

Hyunjin whines quietly as he starts massaging your other leg and Felix holds your head in place, fucking into you slowly.

"See how good you can be for us, sweetheart." Hyunjin's voice is low and you struggle to look down at him as Felix slides his cock deeper inside you, your throat adjusting to take him.

Hyunjin's hands wander up towards your thigh, squeezing and massaging the flesh there, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet core.

By now you're dripping on the sheets, and Hyunjin subtly parts your legs just to take a look at your cunt and the sight of your glistening folds has him groaning.

Without a word he leans in and starts kissing up your thigh.

You jolt a little, whimpering around Felix's length as his eyes fall down to see Hyunjin kissing and nipping at your flesh.

The sight makes him twitch inside your hot mouth as Hyunjin comes closer and closer to your core.

He worships your inner thighs with his lips, tongue and teeth as Felix pushes his cock deep inside you, making you gag a little.

You know he's about to apologize so you start bobbing your head on his length just to prove to him that you don't mind, rather the opposite, you love it.

Felix's fingers grip at your hair as he lets you take control, wetting his cock with your spit as you close your eyes and get into it.

Just as you're beginning to lose yourself, Hyunjin suddenly buries his face in your cunt and inhales deeply, making you aware of him.

"You smell so sweet." Hyunjin almost growls. "Fuck the paintings." he mumbles against you and your legs tremble but be grips them, pulling them over his shoulders before his lips attach to your lower ones.

"Shit." Felix thrusts into you, the sight of Hyunjin's plump lips against your cunt as he kisses you and sucks on your clit, his tongue darting out to gather all your dripping juices drives him insane and he can feel the familiar build up inside his gut.

"I'm gonna cum." Felix whines as he continues fucking your face and you're a mess, drooling on his cock, your legs shaking from the way Hyunjin eats you out, like he's never tasted anything better in his entire life.

The slurping noises Hyunjin makes as he presses his lips and nose as hard as he can into you, his tongue fucking your clenching hole, bring Felix to the edge and he twitches inside you as you grip onto Hyunjin's hair making him groan into your pussy.

"Ah, y/n!" Felix moans loudly as he shoots his load down your throat and you swallow readily, not letting a drop go to waste as you milk him dry.

Felix pulls out of you, trying to come to his senses and catch a breath just as Hyunjin is about to lean away and throw some snarky remark but Felix is quick to grip his head and push him back into you, making him moan.

"Finish what you started, Hyunjin." Felix's voice is deep, his eyes sharp and electricity shoots through your body when he takes charge like that.

Hyunjin's eyes roll back in his head as he eats you out even more hungrily, palming his erection harshly through his pants, a wet spot appearing on them.

Felix smooths out Hyunjin's hair with a smirk.

"Good boy." Felix's deep voice rings out and Hyunjin groans deeply, bucking his hips into his hand, very obviously moaning into you and you whimper, you're so close to release.

Felix decides to help you feel even better as he sits down next to you and leans in to suck your nipple in his mouth, his fingers playing with the other one.

The combined stimulation proves to be too much and you cum hard, painting Hyunjin's face in your pleasure and he whines lapping you up and licking at his lips.

"Now I understand why you love being between y/n's legs so much." Hyunjin pants as he looks up at Felix, his hand shoved in his sweatpants.

"I'm right here, you know." you chuckle and he stands up.

"I know sweetheart. Ah, please help me." Hyunjin whines, pulling his cock out as it twitches miserably in his hand, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.

"Let me." Felix interjects, sensing that you need to come to your senses a little bit and let your throat rest.

"Be my guest." Hyunjin smirks as Felix sits right in front of Hyunjin's core.

You gasp quietly at the sight before you, Felix wrapping his lips around Hyunjin's dick and Hyunjin tangling his hand in Felix's hair making him take more as he guides him.

You get desperate all over again, your hand reaching between your legs to play with your puffy clit as you observe your best friends lost in pleasure; Hyunjin's head thrown back as he moves his hips purposefully, languidly, fucking Felix's mouth, his big hands gripping his hair and controlling him as Felix drools around him, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands digging into Hyunjin's thighs.

"Oh god." you whine as you push two fingers inside your pussy and start fucking yourself with the same speed Hyunjin is moving his hips against your friend's plump lips.

Hyunjin opens his eyes and looks at you with a smirk before he looks at Felix.

"Looks like you're the good boy now." he says lowly before snapping his hips into Felix harshly, making him gag as tears spill from his eyes and for a moment you get worried but you see that his cock is twitching against his thigh at the way Hyunjin is handling him, fucking harder into him, making the tip of his cock hit the back of Felix's throat.

You speed up with your fingers, your other hand coming up to play with your aroused nipples as Felix cries against Hyunjin, gripping his thighs and as his nails dig into his flesh and break skin, Hyunjin whines loudly and cums, painting Felix's throat with his cum.

"Don't swallow." Hyunjin warns and Felix sputters a little, some of the cum seeping out of his lips.

"Come here, beautiful." he beckons you as you stop what you were doing and come closer to Felix.

"Kiss her." Hyunjin commands and Felix grabs your face gently and you open your mouth to let Felix push Hyunjin's cum on your tongue.

The two of you make out, playing with his cum and Hyunjin joins in, grabbing the back of your heads, he leans in and kisses you first, tasting himself on your tongue then he does the same to Felix, wiping his tears as he kisses him.

"You've no idea how long I wanted you both." Hyunjin exhales, his eyes shiny.

"Kinda did. You are obvious, eye-fucking us whenever we're together." you smirk.

"You humped my ass while we were sleeping here once." Felix added with a flush on his cheeks and Hyunjin hits his arm as he got embarassed.

"Shut up, I was half asleep then." he mutters and the two of you chuckle.

You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Are we gonna continue or what?" you smirk. "Or are you going back to painting? Was that just a ruse to get us naked and fuck us?"

"It wasn't! I genuinely wanted to paint you!" Hyunjin pouts.

"Okay no need to get defensive, prince." you wink.

"We can get back to painting some other time." Felix chimes in and you agree, leaning in to kiss Hyunjin to get him back in the mood.

It doesn't take long before he lays you down, with Felix on your left side and Hyunjin between your legs.

"I want to worship you, my beautiful sweetheart." Hyunjin grabs your foot and starts kissing your toes.

You whimper a little and Felix leans over you, pressing his lips into yours.

There are so many hands on you that you can't even think straight, your mind is cloudy, your pussy is soaking and you can't stop arching off the bed, your body begging for more.

Hyunjin worships your feet, kissing them and licking them, sucking on your toes, his lips pressing into your ankles gently; while Felix's face is buried in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving purple bruises as he marks you, his hands slide all over your chest and stomach until he lets his hand settle over your pussy as he cups it.

"Ah!" you whine as Felix runs his fingers on your folds before stopping at your clit and pressing into it.

You moan quietly, your eyes closed in bliss as you play with Felix's hair, your other hand gripping the sheet.

Hyunjin kisses up your leg until his face is close to your cunt for the second time tonight.

"Need to taste you again." he mutters and you open your eyes to look at him as Felix retracts his hand and instead puts it on your breast, massaging it and playing with your sensitive nipple.

Hyunjin doesn't wait, he dives in, his tongue lapping at you again as you drip on him.

"Come, angel." he calls out to Felix, gently taking his hand in his and pulling him to kneel between your legs too.

You groan when they start making out, both of them battling for dominance but ultimately it's Hyunjin who lets Felix tilt his head with a fistful of his hair gripped.

When they part, a string of saliva connects them and they smirk at each other before leaning in closer to your core.

You almost yelp when both of their tongues start playing with your throbbing pussy, Hyunjin pushing his inside you and sliding over your folds, Felix flicking your clit with his and meeting Hyunjin in the middle where they move together against your cunt.

With your legs spread as they hold your thighs, your best friends continue to lap at you, their tongues meeting constantly as they make out, their spit and your slick making everything even more wet and naughty.

They both eat you out like you're the sweetest treat ever as Hyunjin keeps dipping his tongue into your hole, Felix concentrating on your sensitive clit, sometimes sliding down to lick at Hyunjin's tongue and your hole.

Your legs start trembling and you can't hold in anymore, you let go, gripping at the bed, your hips spasming as you squirt all over their faces.

"Fuck, she squirted for us." Hyunjin groans, lapping at you.

"What a good girl." Felix adds, looking up at you darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.

Hyunjin leans back and Felix grabs his face, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue, making Hyunjin grind his cock against the mattress.

"I need you inside." you whimper when they lift up to look at you.

"Which one of us, sweetheart?" Hyunjin asks, as Felix gently caresses your thighs and waist.

"Both." you whine.

"Both?" Felix's eyes widen. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Please."

"Whatever our princess wants, she gets." Hyunjin smirks, fingertips teasing your clenching pussy.

"Lixie, get under me." you lift up and Felix lays down, his eyes becoming hazy instantly, his lips parting as he stares at you in awe.

You throw your leg over him as you hover, before grabbing his cock and sliding it inside you with ease.

Felix moans, arching off the bed as you adjust yourself.

You lean down, pressing your chest on his as Hyunjin shuffles behind you.

"Make some room for me." he almost whines, making Felix chuckle.

"Always." you say as Hyunjin presses himself behind you, the tip of his cock on your already stuffed pussy and you whimper.

"Are you sure you can take both of us?" Hyunjin teases, prodding at you with his tip.

"Y-yes. Don't make me wait anymore, please Jinnie." you moan as Felix caresses your head.

"As you wish, love." Hyunjin whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pushes in.

It's tight and it stings but you love the feeling of your best friends stretching your little cunt at the same time.

"Fuck, so tight." Hyunjin groans, pushing in slowly as you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.

"You're doing so good, darling." Felix praises you, his hands gentle on your soft skin.

"Mhm, taking us so well." Hyunjin moans, pushing in as much as he could.

"Ah!" you moan, your pussy stretched and dripping on their cocks.

"Angel." Hyunjin looks at Felix, their hands finding each other as their fingers entwine.

Hyunjin's other hand is on your hips, while Felix gently holds your head, caressing the back of your neck.

"Tell us when to move, love." Felix kisses your forehead.

"You can move." you say breathlessly, as your pussy clenches around them eagerly.

Both of them start dragging their cocks inside you, opening you up with each gentle and languid thrust, their lengths rubbing against each other in the tight, warm space.

"F-feel so good!" you exclaim, your eyes crossing from pleasure already.

"Yeah. S-so good." Felix whines, fucking up into you.

"Ah, my loves. I love you so much." Hyunjin groans, his lips dragging on your skin, face buried in your neck.

"Love you too." you whimper.

"It's just the three of us. Forever." Hyunjin grips Felix's hand and your hip harder, nails digging into your skin.

"Mm yes." Felix groans as the two of them speed up, their cocks filling you up constantly, the squelching sounds so loud in the big room.

You've never felt this full or this wet as they fuck into you desperately, pressing into your sweet spot and stretching your little pussy just for them.

"Lix." Hyunjin moans, releasing his hand and lifting up a little to angle his hips better as he holds yours.

Felix smirks faintly, wrapping his arms around you before the two of them start fucking your hard, using you like a little fuck toy as you grip at Felix and moan, becoming putty between them, letting them have complete control over you.

"Ah, ah, ah, L-Lixie! Jinnie!" you whimper and babble as your orgasm builds up.

"Squirt on our cocks, sweetheart. Please." Hyunjin ruts into you desperately, making both yours and Felix's eyes roll back as he matches his pace and fucks up into you as hard as he can.

You dig your nails into Felix's arms and let go, cumming and squirting around them as you clench making them both groan.

"I'm gonna cum, ah!" Hyunjin whines.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and take our cum?" Felix asks, his lips brushing yours.

"Y-yes, please." you moan, your vision cloudy as your body burns up.

All three of you are on fire and slippery from sweat, holding each other tight as Hyunjin and Felix reach climax, both of them cumming inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim, making you cum with them again.

"Shit." Felix whimpers as Hyunjin pulls out first.

Felix helps you as he lays you down and you whimper, your pussy throbbing from the stretch you just endured, all of your releases gushing out of you.

"Are you okay, beautiful?" Hyunjin hovers over you, his hands gentle on your face as Felix slowly stands up to retrieve a wet cloth and some water.

"Mm. Perfect." you smile blissfully and Hyunjin giggles, leaning down to kiss you gently, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before leaving more sweet pecks against your mouth.

Felix kneels on the bed and cleans you up gently and Hyunjin sits up, quickly kissing Felix too.

"I'm gonna go run us a bath." he says.

"Are you in any pain?" Felix asks and you can't help swooning at the thought of having two sweet men who care about you.

"No, I'm okay." you say and he smiles.

"Good." he kisses you too and before long, the three of you are in the bath together.

As always, you relax at first before one of you starts getting playful which is usually Felix who splashes Hyunjin's face with water.

It's not that different this time as you sit between Felix's legs, leaning your back on his chest, your legs on Hyunjin's thigh as he caresses your feet.

It's silent and relaxing for some time as you melt into the warm water with your two lovers until Felix decides to joke around, splashing Hyunjin's face and making him whine dramatically before he returns the favor, you being the victim in between them.

The bathroom fills with sounds of laughter, stupid insults and splashes of water for some time before you finally manage to calm down.

The three of you sleep naked that night, you between your two favorite boys, feeling like you have the whole world in your hands when you have them.

In the morning, you're tangled up with Felix, his face smushed into your chest as you hear the familiar clicks of Hyunjin's camera.

Your eyes slowly flutter open to see a still very naked Hyunjin holding his camera, a cheeky grin on his pretty face.

"Hyunjin. Were you taking pics of us?" you almost growl at him, making Felix stir.

Hyunjin giggles and then bursts into full on laughter as you sit up, grabbing a pillow and throwing at him.

Felix looks at you confusedly, his hair a royal mess and eyes barely open as Hyunjin dodges your attack only to twirl away laughing.

"You were too adorable not to!" he yelps.

"I swear I'm gonna kill you!" you yell out and Felix puts his arm around your waist, pulling you back down.

"We can kill him later, I wanna sleep more." he mumbles and you chuckle, your eyes still laced with sleep too.

"Hyun! Come join us!" you beckon and Hyunjin appears from the kitchen.

"Promise not to kill me." he pouts.

"Eh, you're safe." you say and he makes his way to the bed slowly and lays down. "For now." you add and he giggles, kissing your neck as he wraps his arm around the both of you.

You don't know where the three of you start or end, all tangled up together in the warmth of the sun and the soft sheets, but you know it would always be like that with them.

Just the three of you against the world.

Endlessly.

Forever.

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[miniversess]

THE ELVEN WARRIOR : hwang hyunjin

kinktober

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

warnings: sindar/woodland realm elf!hyune (from lord of the rings/the hobbit), non-sexual bathing turned sexual bathing, ear kink (he’s an elf), toe sucking, hyunjin’s foot kink, foot worship, masturbation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: you def don’t have to have seen/read anything tolkien related to read this! hyunjin does wax poetic about reader in sindarin though, but i’m including a little dictionary at the end so you can know what he says! thank you to @linofeet for finally watching lotr so i have even more of a reason to indulge myself <3 reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

it’s not that anything feels particularly wrong, per se, when you hover in front of the heavy oaken door, it just feels… off. 

off. that’s the best way you can put it, and it has you feeling uneasy where you stand. the arrowheads on the dual bows and arrows in the middle of the door look to be duller than usual, feathers fraying with use at the other end of the arrows as your eyes take in the carvings. you don’t have to give it much thought. even the slightly off-kilter feeling in the air could have clued you in. 

blood has been shed, and hyunjin is hurt. 

your heart thuds in your chest as you steady yourself in front of the door, resting your head on the cool oak to gather yourself before speaking. 

“êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn.” 

the sindarin words slip fluidly from your lips, and the runes at the top of the door flash a brilliant white as the door begins to rattle. there's no knob on this side of it because your voice allows you access in, but something inside clicks like it’s unlocking regardless. the door eases open a crack and you’re rushing to push it open fully so that you can slip inside. 

you rush inside and close the door with your shoulders, leaning back on the oak until the door clicks shut with your weight. 

you’ve walked straight into hyunjin’s bathing chambers, and that’s where you find him, soaking in the tub with his head thrown back against the wooden lip of it. there’s only one lantern on the wall that’s lit to leave the room shrouded in a peaceful darkness, mainly illuminated by the light from the window and the candles around hyunjin’s bath. his bows and arrows are stacked halfheartedly on the vanity that sits across from the tub — made of two tree stumps and a thick slab of wood — like he came straight to his bathing chambers after he returned home for the day.

“indeed it does!” he declares, lifting his head and smiling wistfully at you from where he sits. “join me, anna-nîn. glassen na chen cenin.” 

you look down at yourself. the house clothed you in a short, silk nightgown that barely touches your thighs. there’s white, frilly lace framing the hem of the cups around your breasts and a small green bow right at the dip in the middle. it’s beautiful; hyunjin loves you in silk. 

the tub is just as grand as the one relaxing in it. it’s made out of a large, carved out oak tree with an oaken spigot protruding from the wall for the water. it sits right in front of an equally-as-grand circular window overlooking the vast, dark greenery of mirkwood. the hazy sunlight backlights hyunjin in radiant, warm, orange light, and your feet carry you to him without thought. hyunjin lifts his hand to help you step into the tub, but instead of settling down in it like he would prefer, you sit comfortably on the sill of the window. he pouts. 

now that you’re closer to him, you can see the bruises that litter his torso, the nicks sliced into the precious skin of his arms. 

“you’re hurt,” you mumble, fussing your fingers at the tender flesh beside one of his bruises and frowning. hyunjin hums. he gathers your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. his are bruised and tender pink. 

“ungoliant-spawn. wretched beasts,” he hisses. the great spiders. even the thought of them makes you shiver, and your hands tighten when you think about your beloved hyunjin having to get up close and personal with one to kill it. “all is well now. a scout alerted us of one lurking and it put up a fight, that’s all. it’s just a few cuts and bruises; they’ll be gone by nightfall.” 

you know it’s true, but you still don’t like it. 

the water sloshes gently as hyunjin settles himself backwards between your legs. he uses your pelvis as a pillow and lets go of your hands, only to wrap his long fingers around your ankles to massage your legs. he can still look up at you like this, so he does, leans his head back against your thigh and crinkles his eyes when they make contact with yours. 

“would you please brush my hair?” he asks. it hits you then that hyunjin is needy. he may be the captain of mirkwood’s guard, but he’s tender-hearted and loving to his very core in spite of his military duties. he craves intimacy and benevolence after the scare he experienced earlier, so that’s what you’ll give him. 

his dark hair is thrown into a messy, loose plait and tied with a strand of twine. your breath catches in your throat when you untie the twine and begin to sift your fingers through the braid to let his hair down. it cascades down his back after you’re done, silky and smooth and strong, the ends of it dipping lightly into the warm water of the bath. he gasps when you gather it in your hand like a ponytail and use your other hand to comb your fingers through the slightly curled strands. 

touching an elf’s hair is an intimacy like no other, and the fact that hyunjin craves this with you never fails to make your heart fill with warmth. 

the bristles of his brush are soft because his hair doesn’t tangle. the intricate, carved handle is cool to the touch when you take hold of it, and hyunjin sighs as you gently run the teeth through his hair. your fingers help too, gathering the strands together or straightening it out when you’re done brushing. it’s calming for both of you, hyunjin because the pampering makes him feel loved, you because of the repetitive motions and the feeling that you’re taking care of someone you care so deeply for. 

hyunjin’s sweet, content sighs spur you on, but it isn’t until your fingers brush against the tip of his pointed ear that his noises turn raspier, more desperate. his body relaxes completely between the spread of your legs at the touch, nearly going limp at the treatment you’re giving him. 

you lean forward then, placing the brush down on the windowsill where it came from and wrapping your arms fully around hyunjin. hyunjin’s arms come to snake around yours. the sloshing of the water and his dewy, wet skin soaks the thin fabric of your nightgown. you’ll pull it off soon, but for now, you settle on placing soft kisses against the warm skin of his ear, starting at the lobe and working your way up slowly to the pointed tip. 

“s-s-sensitive,” he shudders. hyunjin tilts his head to the side to give you more room, and your bottom lip catches wetly on the point of his ear. he shivers when you make your way back down using your tongue, licking hotly at the pinkening skin. when you move on to give the same attention to his other ear, you cup your hand underneath his chin to move him where you want him. 

you pull back and hyunjin quivers; he immediately turns his head to look at you with furrowed brows. that’s when you decide to take the gown off. the wet parts of the fabric stick to your skin, but it goes over your shoulders easily enough to leave you bare for him. you toss the gown into the pile where his rumpled clothes sit as hyunjin’s greedy hands reach for your waist, tugging you gently from the windowsill and into the bath water with him. 

“cenedril af fae nîn… ‘law chîn thilia mi chinech,” hyunjin breathes. he moans when the skin of your stomach brushes against his thigh. 

the water is perfectly warm and smells like the oils and candles hyunjin has set up all around the edge of the oak. it’s an oasis, curated perfectly to his needs after a hard day and made even better by your presence. he pulls you closer to him and kisses the between your breasts. 

you cup his cheek. “let me bathe you.” 

your knees pop when you shift on them, sitting up straighter so that you can reach hyunjin’s body better. there’s a net cloth on the edge of the tub, but hyunjin’s hand stops you quickly when you go to pick it up. the eye contact you make with him always feels like too much, like he’s looking so deep into your soul that he can see all of your cracks and crevices. your eyes dip down to his full lips but they ultimately trail back up to the warm brown of his. 

“use your hands?” he asks quietly, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. 

it would be easier to get the grime off of his body with the cloth, but you both know that’s not what he’s looking for. you lather your hands with the bar of soap in the wooden bowl on the corner of the tub and bring it first to his shoulders, massaging the tight muscles until he groans. he holds his hair out of the way so you can wash down his back, and he leans back onto you again when you wrap your arms around his waist to lather his stomach and chest. you’re gentle there, paying close attention to the large bruise sitting dormant where his ribs rest. 

you’re gentle with his hands too, doing your best to get the dirt and blood from underneath his fingernails and dabbing healing oil onto his cracked and bruised knuckles. 

“i’m already feeling so much better,” hyunjin says. he presses tender kisses to your neck and jaw as you work your lather onto his thighs underneath the water. “you take such good care of me, meleth nîn, will you let me take care of you too?” 

“but- but i’m… not done yet!” you fuss, scrubbing halfheartedly at his calf, but it’s so hard to focus with hyunjin tonguing at your pulse point. 

it’s hard to focus, so you don’t. you let hyunjin guide your limbs until you’re reclined back against the sloping lip of the oak tub, legs spread and bent slightly so he can settle between your feet. you’re expecting his fingers between your thighs, not for him to lift one of your legs from the water by your ankle and bring it to his lips. 

he starts at the bone of your ankle, eyes piercing into yours sensually as he slowly presses his lips there. the bath water drips off of your skin and hyunjin follows it with his tongue, lapping lightly at your ankle before kissing it again. he doesn’t stay there for long though; he teases at it with his teeth and noses to the bottom of your foot, pressing the ball to his lips so he can kiss you there too. your toes curl against his nose when he licks hotly at the wet skin, and it has a shrill whimper leaving your mouth. 

“more,” he breathes against you. more noises, more sounds. he loves when you moan for him. 

hyunjin closes his eyes in bliss. you watch him with your jaw dropped open, watching as he lets himself go completely, kissing and sucking and licking all across the bottom of your foot. he opens his eyes again only when his lips trail to your toes. they bore into yours then, fluttering and rolling back in his head for a moment when he sucks your two middle toes between his lips. hyunjin massages the sole of your foot while he works his mouth, licks wetly between the little digits and sucks them back inside again. 

your back arches as he takes the other foot in his hold and brings it up to his face too. your palms are braced on either side of you so you don’t slip further down in the tub because you have a feeling that hyunjin might just be a little too preoccupied to notice. he goes back and forth between the two, mouthing against your feet like he hardly knows what to do with himself. he rubs their arches against his cheeks and moans loudly in response. 

“they’re so soft,” hyunjin whimpers, before he sucks the big toe of your right foot into his mouth. 

your cunt is pitifully wet underneath the water, sticky-wet and untouched and throbbing with all the attention hyunjin is paying to your feet. it sends a lick of embarrassment down your spine that this is what’s gotten you so worked up, but it’s gone before you can think too long about it. no one’s ever paid this much attention to your feet, no one’s ever liked them this much, not until hyunjin. it feels good; you feel sexy. 

your fingers find their way between your legs as hyunjin continues to worship both of your feet. the first touch to your clit makes you sigh, it’s swollen and hardened with need, and rubbing your middle finger against it only makes your hips quake. 

“hyunjinnie,” you moan, fingers speeding up. he hums around your toes, and it turns into somewhat of a purr when he sees what you’re up to. “that feels so good.” 

he brings your feet down to rest on his shoulders so that he can watch you play with yourself for him. hyunjin rubs your ankles, caresses the tops of your feet with gentle thumbs. you can spread your legs a little more like this, so you widen the stance of your knees to give yourself more room. it spreads your labia, and the warmth tingles your clit when you feel the water directly on it. 

“up. up, on the edge,” hyunjin rushes. his hands find your hips and help to maneuver you until your lower body is suspended out of the water. you’re almost seated in a squat, but you’re far enough up on the lip of the tub that it’s comfortable. your cunt is spread open like this. there’s no hiding from hyunjin’s roaming eyes. “melethril nîn, allow me to taste you…” 

“fuck, please.” 

you hardly have the wherewithal for much else, especially not when hyunjin noses right against your cunt and inhales deeply. it makes you shy, has your legs wobbling as your knees try to kiss each other, but hyunjin keeps his hands at your thighs to keep them open. 

the first touch of his warm tongue has you mewling. your taste must be muted from the water, but you don’t think it will be for long with how much wetness you feel yourself steadily leaking. hyunjin spreads your lips with two slender fingers and licks right into your hole, wiggling it as deep as it’ll go so that he can taste you better. his silky hair falls around his face as he ducks his head to lap at your pussy; the soft strands tickle your already shaking thighs. 

you card your fingers through his hair, brush it back from his face and gather it in your hands in a loose ponytail behind his head. your hold is gentle, but hyunjin cries out at the touch regardless. his tongue becomes more insistent then, it circles your clit roughly before he sucks it between his plush lips and bats his tongue against it that way. his mouth is always so warm, his tongue always so slick. he slurps loudly, eyeing your reaction as his cheeks hollow to suck hard against your clit. it makes you squeal, and hyunjin keeps repeating that same motion like he wants you to make that noise again and again and again. his hands crawl underneath you to cup your ass cheeks and lift you even higher out of the water to get at you better. 

your fingers tighten in his long hair as hyunjin’s tongue rolls relentlessly against your clit. he grunts, eyebrows knitting when you use your grip on his hair to pull him into you just right. 

it always builds so quickly, the burning in your gut does when hyunjin licks at you the way he is. 

“s-stick your tongue out- yes, like that. stay there, stay right there, baby, oh my-!” you cry. hyunjin does as you say, sticking his tongue out and holding still so you can ride his face to your liking. your hips buck so harshly that water sloshes over the sides of the tub, but neither of you pay it any mind. your swollen clit brushes against the round of hyunjin’s nose when you grind forward and right back down onto his waiting tongue when your hips drop. it’s addicting, it’s maddening. you’re going to cum so hard. 

his strong, dexterous hands keep you above the water when your legs begin to tremble with effort. you’re panting, exhaling a pathetic moan in every breath from all the pleasure you’re feeling. it isn’t until one of hyunjin’s pinky fingers creeps in between your cheeks to prod at your smallest hole that your body locks in place and you cum, right against the flat of hyunjin’s waiting tongue. 

hyunjin picks up your slack when you stop moving, frantically bobbing his head to rub his tongue against you to help you ride out your orgasm. he moans with you, lets you grip his beautiful hair as hard as you want. 

“get- here. here, hyunjin, fuck me, please come here.” 

he scrambles forward on his knees until the head of his hard cock bumps against your pulsing clit. 

hyunjin grips himself in hand and fumbles for another vial of oil on the edge of the tub, eases the tip to your hole, but he pauses to look at your face. he smiles then, thumbs the corner of your lips and presses his forehead to yours, a particularly elven sign of familiarity and love. 

“thîr vain chîn darn thulen.” 

“thalion nîn,” you breathe, tilting your head so your forehead bumps against his again. “an ngell nîn, take what you need from me.” 

he doesn’t need any other convincing than that. hyunjin fucks himself inside and sighs deeply, leaning more of his weight on you like your body has soothed him to his very core. his hair curtains your faces. 

hyunjin rolls his hips until they’re pressed against you fully, cock so deep you think you might feel him in your lungs. he leans in to kiss you then, swallowing your whimpers and whines and feeding you his own to take their place. you cup his head in your hands, and hyunjin’s beautiful noises rise in pitch when your thumbs caress the sensitive points of his ears. 

“i will not last like this,” he rasps. not with the way your cunt squeezes him, not with your fingers touching his ears or playing with his hair. hyunjin takes one of your tits in hand and squeezes, jiggling the flesh before squeezing it again. 

the splashing of the water is loud enough that it almost covers the frantic sounds of your coupling. the slapping of skin, the moans of pleasure. you can only hope that the woodland realm’s iavas festivities are merry enough to block the pleasure filled sounds coming from their captain of the guard’s bathing chambers. 

hyunjin takes hold of your slippery waist to drag you down on his cock, and you watch as the thick veins in his arm bulge with the movements. hyunjin is so beautiful that it’s unbearable, unbelievable, he’s so elegant and capable that it has your eyes crossing in your skull. 

“you’re so fucking hot,” you cry. your eloquence is lost, but thrives off of your bluntness. “so- so big, so big inside me, hyunjinnie, wanna cum on your cock.” 

“yes!” hyunjin pleads. “yes, please- i beg, let me feel it!” 

you squeak when he doubles down and fucks you harder, caging you against the oak in his desperation to rut into you deeply and make you cum. he fucks you so frantically that you’re worried about the state of his knobby knees on the hard bottom of the tub, but hyunjin pays it no mind. he’s so responsive to the clenching of your cunt that it makes your head spin, always moaning loudly in appreciation or biting his sinful bottom lip. 

the muscles in your thigh tremble when his cock hits that special gummy spot inside, the one that makes your toes curl and your back arch. 

“there?” hyunjin asks, focusing all his energy on fucking you steadily to get you to make that noise again. “you like it best right there?” 

you can’t even speak. you want to tell him yes, you love it, you love him. you want to beg, plead for your own orgasm and for his, but you can’t make a sound. your breath catches wetly in your throat when hyunjin’s thumb nestles against your swollen clit and that’s it— he catches your thigh in his grasp as you thrash through your orgasm, each deep stroke punching pitiful little gasps from your throat. 

hyunjin continues to fuck you until his own pleasure crests, and he spills inside of you with a moan that rivals the sound of music. his fingers clutch the skin of your thighs as he shivers through his orgasm, curling in on himself and subsequently curling more into you in the process. hyunjin’s silky hair is coiling at the roots with sweat and the ends are soaked from where they were dipped in the water. 

there’s hardly any left in the tub. both you and hyunjin look over the edge of the oak to see water pooling all around the basin. he giggles then, something joyous and light, and places his chin on the lip of the oak to look fondly at you. 

“did you happen to bring any towels?”

sindarin dictionary!

êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn - a star shines on the hour of our meeting

anna-nîn - my gift

glassen na chen cenin - it is my joy to see you

cenedril af fae nîn - mirror to my soul

‘law chîn thilia mi chinech - your radiance shines like the moon

meleth nîn - my love

melethril nîn - my beloved

thîr vain chîn darn thulen - your beauty took my breath away

thalion nîn - my champion

an ngell nîn - please (lit. for my joy)

iavas - autumn

found most of these beautiful translations here!

[miniversess]

THE MERMAID : seo changbin

kinktober

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: lake sex, changbin’s mermaid slit, changbin’s funky mermaid dicks (yes, dicks!), fingering (m rec), anal fingering (f rec), slight feminization, double penetration, unprotected vaginal and anal sex with a mermaid idk, pearl necklace… wink

a/n: mermaid bin was solely inspired by his pretty blue-green hair <3 anyways, if u need a visual, the idea i had in mind for changbin’s sexy mermaid dicks is this (beware, it’s a bad dragon link for a dildo lol) in the frozen fox color. reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

he’s so beautiful that it takes your breath away. 

you almost lose your footing when the door closes behind you because you’re just that stunned at the sight. the sand is soft and still summer warm underneath your bare feet, and they carry you forward until you’re stepping into the clearing of the lake to see him better. 

changbin puts the beauty of his ethereal biome to shame. the blue-green, crystal clear lake, the lily pads floating in the water, the mossy trees that surround the bank, the tiered stones with a small waterfall cascading down the middle. none of it compares to him. 

he’s blissfully asleep, curled peacefully on his side right at the mouth of the little waterfall where his broad body splits the stream of water in two. it beats against his back and flows around his head, slips down the back of his resting tail. the pyramid shaped stone fixture is his favorite sunning rock, and you already know that changbin uses the bubbling waterfall as his own personal masseuse of sorts when he’s sore. he’s golden, tanned by the sun he naps underneath and surely warm and soft to the touch. 

changbin uses his hand as a pillow, unintentionally bunching up the swell of his cheek and causing his plump, juicy peach lips to pout as he breathes deeply in his slumber. your eyes trail from his face to his broad shoulders, his handsome chest and strong stomach. 

changbin’s belly ombres out into the most stunning tail you’ve ever seen. it’s not like you’ve seen many, but it’s not biased if you’re just telling the truth. it resembles that of a rosetail betta fish, side and caudal fins fanning out like magnificent curtains with brilliant, iridescent blue-greens and corals and golds entwined together. the light of the sun makes his scalloped scales almost holographic when you look at him from certain angles. there are two matching fins that perch on either side of his head where his ears sit, always billowing in the water like his tail and twitching with curiosity. 

the thin, wispy tip of changbin’s tail flutters with the flow from the waterfall. 

there’s a split second where you contemplate turning around and heading back through the door to let him catch up on his beauty sleep, but you know you’d never hear the end of it if he were to find out you left without waking him up beforehand. 

you left me?! all alone?! by myself?! did you even give me a kiss goodbye?! 

it’s with a smile on your face that you tiptoe over to the sandy bank of the lake. you’re naked underneath the nice little beach cover up you waltzed into changbin’s biome in. it’s cute; you think he’ll like it. it’s off-white and dips down to your thighs, something hand knitted and crocheted neatly, loose enough to let your skin feel the gentle breeze of the wind. 

he doesn’t get to see you in it yet though, only because you lift the garment above your head when the cool water laps softly at your toes. you’ll take a dip while you wait for changbin to wake up from his nap, explore under the clear water for treasures he loves to leave you and maybe see some of his fishy friends while you’re down there. the sun feels just right on your skin when you shrug the sleeves from your arms, and the cover up is tossed lightly onto one of the large rocks on the shore. 

the water welcomes you in. it bubbles a little bit around you, its very own way of saying hello, and helps you wade further into the depths to get your body acclimated to its temperature. 

the first thing you see when you duck your head under the water to wet your hair is changbin’s closest and dearest friend. dwaekki, the pink, pig-nosed fish, swims around you with a flurry. he bumps your side with his nose and swims forward, turning around and wiggling his tail fin as if he’s expecting you to follow him. he’s sweet but stubborn as a mule; you’d better follow him now before he starts to ram his nose into you again and again until you get the point. 

dwaekki doesn’t take you too far; the house has given you many gifts, but breathing under water sadly isn’t one of them yet. he’s only led you around the trunk of a sunken tree when he starts frantically nosing at the sand of the shallow section at the bottom of the lake, kicking up clouds of sand and sparkling algae until you’re swimming closer to him to see what he’s trying to show you. 

you reach your hand out and wave it in front of you to dispel the cloud before you, and resting in a bed of seaweed is a shimmering pearl necklace. dwaekki swims away then when his job is done, butting the side of your head with his nose in farewell and scurrying into the small alcove dug into the side of the sunken tree. it’s a beautiful necklace, if not a little wonky and uneven in some places, with shells hanging down from thin fishing line in the middle. you know right away that changbin made it himself, crafted it with his own hands with you in mind. 

it’s not the first time he’s made you jewelry and left it for you to find. your very own courting gift. you still don the stunning pearl anklet he made you months ago, and changbin grins as bright and as warm as the sun when he sees that you’ve never taken it off. 

you take it gently in your grasp and swim towards the surface of the lake to catch your breath. you wipe the trickling water from your forehead when you break the surface of the water, and with a quick survey of your surroundings, you immediately notice that changbin isn’t on his sunning rock anymore. he’s nowhere to be found, not behind the branches of the half submerged tree, not peeking from behind the waterfall, not even on the bank of the lake watching you swim. 

there’s movement out of the corner of your eye though, and you turn your head to the lily pads. 

there he waits, droopy lily pad hat and all. all you can see of him is his forehead and piercing blue eyes - the rest of his body is completely hidden underneath the water. changbin blinks and begins to slowly submerge himself, a predator stalking its prey, completely hiding himself from your view until he lifts himself up again, this time much closer to you than before. 

“oh no! a big, strong, handsome mermaid is after me,” you cry dramatically, using your arms to propel you away from him. “whatever will i do?!” 

he lunges forward and you squeal. water splashes everywhere as changbin takes you into his arms and twirls you around until you’re cackling. 

“kiss me.” 

your arms and legs wrap tightly around him while he twirls you in the cool water, and he only slows down when he notices your smile soften into something sweet at his words. you do kiss him though, unhurried and tender, and changbin giggles proudly when you pull away. 

his strong tail keeps you both afloat in the lake. changbin’s webbed fingers trail down your leg to stop at your ankle and caress the dainty pearl anklet that sits there. he smiles, downturned and sweet, and then promptly reaches down even further to squeeze your toes. 

you wriggle in his arms. he’s not even tickling you, he’s just curious and touchy, but his fingers tickle you regardless. 

“heh,” he grins. his eyes are full of mirth when he looks into yours. “baby sea cucumbers.” 

“baby se- they are not!” 

one of changbin’s ear fins flicks water at you as he laughs. it comes out as more of a chirp, over-toned and unique sounding due to his advanced vocal cords. he stops laughing though when he finally takes notice of your lack of clothes, the warmth he feels from between your thighs. 

“you’re naked!” he roars gleefully. you throw your head back and laugh. changbin’s ear fins flick again, flapping wetly on both sides of his head. 

“we’re skinny dipping,” you reply. 

he cocks his head. “skinny… dipping? what’s skinny dipping?”

“it’s when you swim naked. all i’m wearing is my anklet and my…” you dangle the necklace in front of his face and his eyes crinkle. “pearl necklace!”

changbin helps you put it on, tying it in a knot at the back of your neck and straightening out the small, dangling shells on the front. you love the necklace, it’s beautiful and thoughtfully made by changbin, but you love the satisfaction that pours from his entire being even more. he’s proud of himself, happy that you’re happy with the gift he made just for you. 

“it’s beautiful. i really love the angel wing shells you put beside each other. you’re clever, aren’t you?” changbin’s chest puffs again. he thumbs the two shells that sit right in the middle of the necklace. 

“angel wings for my angelfish!”  

you plonk your head against his shoulder to hide your smile. 

changbin wades you around the lake like that, with you safe and snug in his strong arms. it’s peaceful, the gentle sloshing of the water almost lulls you to sleep, and you’re still basking in the peacefulness of it all when changbin’s webbed hands sneakily creep to the swell of your ass. 

“what do you think you’re doing?” you mumble, leaning back from his shoulder to eye him with a quirked brow. 

“um. skinny dipping,” changbin says, but his voice lilts at the end like a question, like he knows he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. he blinks incredulously at you though after a few seconds, eyes wide and searching, before he rolls his neck at you sassily. “hey, you’re all naked! it’s right there! what else am i supposed to do?” 

“maybe not feel me up like a pervert?” 

his hands stay resolutely on your ass, but he squeezes your cheeks as if to make a point. 

“maybe you’re the pervert, huh? you’re the one who started swimming naked! in my lake!” 

honestly, he’s not wrong. you are a bit of a pervert when it comes to him, but how could he expect you to be any other way when he looks the way he does? when there’s so much warm skin and so many iridescent scales you can get your hands on, a plethora of beautiful sounds you can pull from his doll-like lips. 

“what if i was just waiting for you to come have your way with me?” 

“well, i- well. well, all you had to do was ask,” he sputters, grinning shyly and looking up at you through his dewy lashes.

despite the bulk of his body and his larger-than-life attitude, changbin is sweet and cutely coy when it comes to anything related to sex. it’s new for him, mating with a human for pleasure is, always piques his curiosity and makes him eager to learn and enjoy with you. he’s obsessed with the parts of you that he doesn’t have: your breasts, your legs, your feet, your cunt. everything about your uniquely human form is interesting to him, and he dedicates himself to earnestly learning the workings of your body. the first time changbin discovered how sensitive your clit was, he spent nearly all day eagerly asking to see it just one more time, begging to touch it or put his mouth on it so he could feel the way your legs trembled again, the way you cried out for him in pleasure. 

changbin is still as eager as ever, using his grip on your ass to pull you harder against the front of his tail. his arms are so strong, and you can’t help but reach for his biceps to feel the way they flex as he moves you. 

you feel it then, the little mound on the front of his tail that only appears when he’s getting ready to mate, when his cocks are almost ready to unsheath themselves. 

“yeah?” you whisper, biting your lip and snaking your hand between your bodies to rub at the mound. “you want me?” 

“always. i always want you,” changbin breathes. he ducks his head to watch the way your hand touches him underneath the clear water. 

changbin isn’t the only one that’s obsessed with your anatomy. it goes both ways; he’s fascinating, everything about him is. his advanced vocal cords that allow him to speak and sing using multiple notes at once or hit frequencies you can’t hear, his intricate, muscular tail, his webbed fingers, the gills on the sides of his neck that let him breathe underwater, the slit that his cocks protrude from. 

you feel it begin to slowly ease open with the constant pressure from your kneading fingers, and changbin’s shoulders raise to meet his ear fins. 

“oh, shellfish,” he whimpers, pitiful and keening. he’s so cute like this; it’s such a new feeling that you know it still overwhelms him. changbin’s never played with his slit before, never had anyone touch it until you came along and used your curiosity to your — and his — advantage. 

it’s silky inside, soft and sticky wet like a cunt from where his cocks secrete and ready themselves for mating. your fingers dip in shallowly at first, feeling his warm insides and nudging against the foremost cock when you prod them slightly deeper. even under the water you can tell how wet his slit and cocks are, and changbin’s chin quivers when you scissor your fingers inside of him. he’s so aroused that his cocks try to push your fingers out as they shift forward in their search to unsheath themselves and fuck into something tight. you can feel them throbbing inside of him, pulsing with need. 

“please,” he begs. “please, i- i’m going crazy. can we…?” 

you kiss his pouty lips and add another finger. it’s not too tight of a squeeze, you could fit your whole fist in there if you had the patience for it. “you want my pussy?” changbin nods his head frantically. “but what if i want to keep playing with yours?” 

your words make him whine. it’s so vulgar that his head is spinning, but he likes it when you talk to him like that. that’s not what his slit is; his slit’s only there to keep his cocks hidden and protected until they’re needed. it isn’t used for reproduction and isn’t biologically intended for penetration, but it feels good when you treat it like that’s what its purpose is. when you treat it like a pussy. it’s soft and wet like one, you fuck your fingers into it like one. 

the shifting of his cocks becomes more and more insistent as you continue to work him up, and that’s what finally makes you slip your fingers from the clutch of his body. changbin chitters when his cocks finally push themselves through the opening of his slit, bobbing thick and proud underneath the clear water. the one on top is the longest, smooth and spiraling and mouth-watering. both are packing more in the width department than the length, but he still manages to fuck you deep enough to have you shivering every time. his secondary cock is even shorter than the one on top, and it curves slightly upward at an angle that always gets your toes curling. they’re colored slightly different than his tail, smatterings of dark green and pearly white swirls all around the spiraling bases. 

changbin gives you another sweet chirrup when you take hold of his biggest cock. it’s warm, slippery to the touch with the slick he secretes. changbin’s hands knead your ass while you acquaint yourself with his cocks - he touches you desperately, grips you like he never wants to let go. you’re getting there too; playing with changbin always works you up just as much as it does him. 

“how do you want me, handsome?” you ask. 

changbin’s tail propels you forward before he even answers, but you know what he wants as soon as your back gently meets the sloping sand at the bank of the lake. 

“can you-? on top. i want you to… be on top of me.” 

you bite your lip when changbin uses his hulking arms to pull himself up on the bank of the lake beside you. his lower half flops loudly on the sand, but the fluttering tips of his tail remain in the cool water. he’s just as dreamy as you found him earlier, a sight for sore eyes. 

“you want me to ride you again, sweet boy? i know how much you liked that last time.” he liked it so much, watching you bounce on top of him. the sway of your breasts, the way you pressed your palms to his pecs for leverage. you could tell by the look in those mesmerizing blue eyes that changbin was utterly awestruck. 

“yes, i want you to ride me. ride me- ride me, please.” 

he moans loudly when you move to straddle his tail. you’re seated just below his weeping cocks, and they wriggle slightly like they know you’re near, like they can sense your arousal. 

changbin spasms when you grip his biggest cock. it always leaks the most, weeps like a leaky faucet and covers the smaller one in its secretion. he’s already wet, but you want more, you’ll need more if you want both inside. you start from the bottom of his cock, tightening your grip as you ascend and feeling each of his spirals until you reach the head of his cock. a glob of slick bubbles from the slit of it, and changbin frantically turns his head away like he’s embarrassed. 

he doesn’t stay that way for long, not when he can hear the way you begin to fuck yourself on your fingers to get ready for him. 

when he turns back, he’s expecting to see your fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt. he’s not expecting to see your arm angled behind you. 

“oh,” he breathes. changbin’s eyes widen as they roam from your face to the slight movement he can see from your arm. “t-there?” 

it’s a treat. it’s such a treat for him, fucking your ass. mating with a human is already somewhat of a taboo depending on the merfolk you ask, but when you told him that anal sex could be seen the same way… it made his stomach burn with white-hot desire. it still does, the knowledge that he’s participating in something so naughty, on top of just mating with you in general. it’s enough to have spit pooling in his mouth and his fangs fighting to elongate. 

“does it feel good?” he begs. “please tell me.” 

“fuck.” it’s grunted harshly through your teeth. he’s so sweet it makes them ache. “fuck, yeah, f-feels good. not as good as you feel though… god, i want it.” 

“me too. angelfish, me too, i- i want it, i want to feel you inside.” 

you’re desperate, three slick fingers curling into your asshole. your wrist hurts, your arm burns, you’re ready to pull your fingers out and get fucked, but the press of changbin’s fingers to your rim makes you halt everything. your cunt throbs at the touch. his fingers can’t reach far due to the webs between them, but even just the tips of his thick digits add deliciously to the stretch of your hole. 

“baby, oh!” you cry, and changbin keens with you. your unoccupied hand flies to his cocks, wrapping your thumb around the smallest one as best you can and your other fingers around the biggest. you can’t do much damage that way, but changbin chirps and coos regardless. you rush to slip your fingers out and your hole clamps shut around the tips of changbin’s two fingers. he slips them out too when he sees that you’re lifting up on your knees, settling instead on placing his hands right where your ass meets your thighs. 

you lead changbin’s smallest cock to your smallest hole, and you both moan in tandem when it reaches up just as you bore down. changbin’s cock fits snugly inside even though five fingers stretched you well just seconds ago. you grip him like a vice; changbin’s chest heaves at the feeling and you’re not faring much better. 

you’re not done yet though. 

you lean back until it almost feels like you’re going to fall, but changbin’s strong arms take hold of you for extra precaution. it bares the hole of your cunt, that’s all you wanted, and your fingers scramble for his biggest cock. it’s flexible enough to bend where you need it, immediately curling towards the slick heat of your cunt and plunging inside when you wiggle your hips. it takes your breath away, the stretch does. you’re both so wet that he slides in without a problem, and the ridges of his cocks already have you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids. 

“oh clams,” changbin whimpers frantically. you can feel his cocks slowly writhing inside of you, feeling the silky, warm walls of your cunt and moving against them. “everything about you is perfect.” 

it makes your hips rock. you feel like you’re moving in slow motion, brain slowly logging back on like all the pleasure you’re feeling short-circuited its synapses. you plant your hands on his chest for that leverage you need, and the first rise and fall of your hips makes you wail. 

“it feels so good!” you cry, “you feel so fucking good inside of me!” you’re so full, positively filled to the brim with him. every bounce sends pleasure zinging down your spine and heat coiling in your stomach. you drop down so hard on him that you’re sure you’ll have his scale imprints on the cheeks of your ass. 

“you feel good,” changbin counters. he’s breathing heavily. his pecs shake with the force of your bounces, and he uses all the strength he has in his arms to help you move. “nothing feels better than this.” 

“tell me how much you love being inside me, baby, tell me- tell me,” you beg. you want to hear it so bad, want to know just how good the grip of your cunt and your ass make him feel. your legs are starting to hurt, even your tits hurt from their bouncing, and the pearl necklace jingles with every one of your thrusts. 

all changbin does for a few moments is vocalize. nothing human, no, beautiful mermaidian trills fill the air around you, neck gills slitting as he fights for breath anyway he can get it. 

“it’s like heaven,” he breathes. “from the books you read to me.” utopia, nirvana, paradise. “i’ve never felt anything- anything like it, oh, angelfish, you’re perfect inside. it’s- it’s so soft, everything about you…” changbin heaves a frantic breath and it comes out as an over-toned whine. 

his chin ducks to watch the place where he spears you open. your combined wetness has slick stringing from your cunt to his tail every time you bounce, snapping in half and forming again over and over. 

“the-!” changbin keens. his eyes widen and eyebrows furrow as he watches the near frantic rutting of your hips. “the pearl. the pearl!” 

not the pearls on your necklace, nor the ones on your anklet. 

your little clit, your mermaid’s favorite, most cherished pearl. you know he wants you to touch it, and it’s easy to slip your fingers between your legs to rub messy circles on your swollen clit. the stimulation to your clit has your thrusts turning erratic, but changbin’s probing cocks do the job for you. you still completely when they begin to take turns thrusting, one fucking in while the other fucks out. 

that’s all it takes for you to cum, your desperate fingers on your clit and changbin’s thick cocks fucking you stupid. both of your holes clench on him so tightly that his back arches like he’s been shocked, but he hisses a throaty yessssss as you continue to spasm on him. 

it almost feels like the world is ending when you lift off of him, but you have an idea and it’ll be worth it when you’re done. 

you crawl backwards on your knees until you can lower yourself over his tail and use both of your hands to angle his cocks towards you. changbin bites his lip, and his webbed fingers pet your sweaty hair. 

“you’ll cum for me too?” you ask, jerking his cocks roughly right off the bat. that’s what he likes, that’s what makes him cum the hardest when he’s not buried inside of you. 

“i’ll cum for you,” he trills. changbin sounds more mermaid than anything now, like his human voice is glitching due to all the pleasure you’re giving him. “i’ll- i’ll cum. i will. your hands are so soft, i love you. ahh, it’s- oh.” 

thick cum spurts from both of his cocks, all across your neck and chest, just where you wanted it. you bend down to kiss the head of the smallest one, and it oozes more cum straight onto your lips for you to taste. you continue to jack them until they stop pulsing with waves of cum, slowly retracting back into his slit when your grip loosens after you had your fun. the slit throbs for a second before disappearing all together. 

when changbin manages to make his eyes stop rolling, he smiles softly at you. he’s so handsome, his chest is pink and still heaving from effort. 

“thank you for both of my pearl necklaces. i don’t know which one i like better,” you grin. pleased as punch. 

changbin just nods, head flopping back on the sand as he regulates his breathing. he pops back up after a moment though and tilts his head in confusion. 

“wait, what? i only made you one necklace… do you want another one? i can go get my stuff!”

[miniversess]

THE STATUE : lee minho

kinktober

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: predator/prey chase, manhandling, messy kissing, spit, unprotected sex, face slapping, thigh riding, creampie

a/n: despite the tags this is actually a lot more tender horny than you might expect LOL. i had soo much fun writing this one! i hope you all enjoy as much as i did. reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the grass is cool underneath your bare feet when you step through the second door. 

you didn’t change clothes when you opened the door back into your home hallway after your time with chan, but like magic, your attire changes right as you step into this particular world. you don a white sundress now, something flowy and thin and comfortable enough that you might try to sneak it back into your own closet when you get back home. 

it’s midday here in the garden. the sun shines brightly, and the flowers lift toward it with reaching petals and growing stems. 

the hedges are neatly trimmed, as always, snipped finely into squares and circles and — cats? it almost looks like a totem pole. it’s cute, a new addition to the garden that you haven’t seen before but will certainly never miss. the tall bush is sheared into the shape of three cat heads. they sit on top of each other, peering into the garden with pretty petal eyes and neatly pointed ears. 

there’s a quaint garden table set placed next to it, and you can’t help but laugh. of course minho would want to spend his time relaxing next to the cat bush after a long day filled with gardening, sipping a cool glass of ice lemonade and kicking his feet up in the chair opposite of him. 

you sit for a moment at the cute little bistro set, plucking minutely at the hem of your dress and taking in the beautiful efforts minho has made in the garden. it’s his pride and joy, his life’s work, and you are always able to see his dedicated endeavors in maintaining the greenery before you.

the garden maze is your favorite thing he’s created. it’s breathtaking - made solely of rows and rows of pristinely clipped bushes. they wind and swirl until you find your way to the eye of it, the middle, where a great fountain sits. 

the only fountain you’re interested in now though is the one sitting right across the garden. you can see it plainly from where you’re resting in the chair, you can hear the splashing of the water where it flows serenely from the tiers and into the receptacle at the bottom. minho’s there, as always. stone still and frozen in a kneel as the watering basin he holds pours endlessly into the fountain. he’s handsome even like this; his cast stone features still manage to make warmth bloom in your stomach just like his human skin does. 

it’s with said warmth blooming that you decide to make your way to the fountain. you stare at minho from across the water, the flow distorting his features before you. it’s blissfully cool when you lift your foot to step into the fountain, rucking up the bottom of your dress and clutching the fabric to your thighs so it doesn’t get wet. you walk slowly across the fountain, feet splashing in the water, until you reach the edge of it where minho sits. 

you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. it doesn’t matter that the bottom of your dress falls into the water now, nothing matters but the statue in front of you. your fingers trail along his thighs first, his thick thighs that already have your mouth watering. they trace his shin, the top of his foot, the smooth plain of his stomach. a giggle floats between your teeth because you know he knows what you’re doing; you know he can feel your touch. 

the water sloshes lightly when you lean forward. his cheek is cool and hard against the pucker of your soft lips, a juxtaposition you’ve come to be quite fond of. your lips kiss his cheek, his neck, and it isn’t until your hand reaches between his legs for his cock that you kiss his mouth. it’s something chaste and sweet, as sweet as it can be to kiss a statue. he likes this though - the naughty game you play together, the fact that he turns you on even like this.

his cock is soft, hard as rock between your fingers but naturally soft, even though you know he won’t be for long. his lips are the same, but the smallest shudder of breath coming from between the thin seam of them has you easing back on your haunches. 

minho begins to thaw under your fingertips. you can feel the stone transforming into something softer, something human. 

when you look up and into his eyes, they’re brown and filled with mirth. his pupils shake when they search yours, and you grin at him before standing to your feet. 

it takes a while sometimes, this process does. every ounce of minho’s handsome body must turn from stone back into human flesh - you can hear the stone cracking and shifting slowly as it does. you were worried it was painful at first, but minho reassured you once that it was more of a nuisance than anything else, more painful of a wait than actual pain. 

you take a step back as his hair turns dark and silky and falls over his forehead. 

“hi, minho,” you say, a toothy grin still spread wide on your face. “i’d kiss you again, but i think you’re gonna have to catch me if you want it…” 

that’s when you break off into a sprint, feet high-stepping over the wall of the fountain and carrying you quickly to the mouth of the garden maze. you risk one look back, one look just to see how far his transformation has come and how much of a head start you have, and you see a sharp grin spreading over his softening features. 

adrenaline is already pumping hard through your body, so you turn around to hightail it into the maze. 

you’ve been all the way through it before — several times even — but the maze always seems to change. it seems never ending, impossible. you make it past the first swirl of bushes before you hear minho’s water basin drop to the ground with a heavy clang. it almost makes you squeal, fear spiking and making your chest hot to the touch where your heart beats frantically. you slap a hand over your mouth to keep silent and remain on the path, sprinting around bushy dead ends and past the curves and endless angles of the walls inside the maze. 

it almost feels like a scene from a horror movie, something you’d watch huddled under a blanket with a bowl of popcorn in your lap and a hand half covering your eyes when the music picks up. a damsel in distress, running panic-stricken through the woods and tripping over nothing while the slasher walks behind, slowly and sinisterly. they always get caught in the end, don’t they? 

minho cackles when he reaches the entrance to the maze - it sends another chill down your spine, heart pounding in your chest. it’s only a matter of time before he finds you, but you’ll make him work for it until he does. you take another hurried turn and run right into a dead end. there’s no time to think, not with minho catching up with you. he knows this maze frontwards and backwards and with his eyes closed. he made it with his own hands after all. 

you sprint through the maze as best you can until you’re nearly gasping for breath. the grass is cool and soft underneath your feet, soft enough that the rustle of them through the blades is quieter than it would be anywhere else. 

minho makes his presence known though, and he does it on purpose because he knows how much it makes your heart pound. you can hear that joyous, maniacal laugh every so often; his hands shake the bushes so that you can hear him coming. he’s closing in on you, he’s closer than you thought, and you can’t help the broken whimper you let out when you meet another dead end head on. a split second decision has you dropping to your knees and crawling underneath the wall of the bush, scooting deep enough under it that minho can’t possibly see the white of your dress, the color of your sweat-slicked skin. 

your hand comes to your mouth to stop the gasp you want to let free so badly. his bare feet walk slowly around the corner and he pauses where he stands. all you can do is lay there and wait with bated breath. it catches in your throat and your body locks completely still when he steps towards the bush you’re hiding under. 

“blossom,” he sings, something airy and faux sweet. your eyes squeeze shut. “where did my pretty petal go?” 

he laughs. you’re almost expecting him to peek under the bush to really get you shrieking, but he doesn’t — he steps away from the bush and keeps walking, rounds the dead end to keep on his way. you hold your breath even after his feet move from your sight and the sound of rustling fades from your ears. 

it’s completely silent, eerily so, but you finally let out a shaky breath when you feel like he’s off your trail. 

you should know better than that. 

it turns into a shrill scream soon enough; there’s a rough hand on your ankle and you’re being tugged out from underneath the safety of the bush before you can even inhale the breath you just let out. you kick your legs, digging your fingers into the grass as if it’ll save you from your captor. minho just laughs and blocks the frantic kicking of your legs with his strong arms. he pushes at your hip until you’re turned over on your back and that really gets you flailing, legs still kicking and arms now joining in the mix. 

the look on minho’s face is positively wild. his smile is wide, his eyes are wide, and the laugh coming from his mouth would probably scare any normal person. the adrenaline spikes again, but you’re more excited than anything now. he’s got you where he wants you. a fly in the maw of a venus fly trap. completely, utterly caught. 

your arms tire quicker than you like, or maybe minho’s just that strong. he pins them to the ground with an ease that has heat swirling in your gut, has your cunt clenching desperately already. 

it’s then that your legs give out. they spread on their own, without his insistent coaxing. it’s hard to keep up with anyway, the facade you put up… like you don’t want to be exactly where you are. like you didn’t want him to catch you in the first place. 

minho cocks his head and it has you whimpering. if you pout hard enough, your eyes will tear up. you know he’ll love that. 

he coos at you when your eyes begin to glisten. 

“pretty dew drops,” minho sighs. “in those teary little eyes…” 

you’re beautifully pliant when he fusses with your dress. minho loves sundresses on you, loves the ease they give him to get at your body and loves how they look on you in general. the white makes you look more innocent than the two of you know you are, pure, virgin white. esteemed lily of the valley, radiant gardenia. 

minho’s devilish grin softens as your body is bared to him. he eyes the swell of your tits, the softness of your stomach. minho kneads at your hips, digs his fingers into your skin until you’re writhing. 

“why would you ever run from me when i would find you anywhere?” he hums. “i’ll find you every time, no matter what. all i wanted was my kiss.” 

he gets it — takes it. minho blankets you when he leans down, and your lips are parting for him before his lips even reach yours. he surprises you then, a small ounce of payback for the little game you played, by taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting. it’s hard enough that your eyes squeeze shut; it forces a tear to trail into your hairline and a pitiful whimper to leave your mouth. he tugs at it meanly with his teeth until finally letting go to kiss you for real. it’s rough from the start, all spit and tongue and teeth, and minho takes charge of it completely. you kiss him back with all you’re worth, arching against his body and circling his tongue with yours messily until he’s patting your cheek to get your attention. 

minho grips your chin with two fingers and uses his hold on you to open your mouth. your tongue lolls out because you know he wants, and minho sucks it between his lips. your stomach clenches and your hips roll, bucking wildly against his thick thigh that rests snugly between your legs. minho’s cheeks hollow as he sucks sloppily on your tongue. heat builds and builds and builds in your stomach at the noises it makes. his plump lips are slick when he pulls back, and you know what he wants before he ever opens his mouth to speak. you stick your tongue out of your mouth further just for minho to slap it with two fingers. it doesn’t take long for a glob of frothy spit to land on your quivering tongue — no sooner than it lands does minho lean in again with his lips pursed, spreading the spit on the pad of your wet tongue with his lips. it’s sloppy, so fucking sloppy, and spit trails down your chin when he pushes more saliva through the pucker of his lips and onto your waiting tongue. 

you only swallow the mess when he pulls away to see what he’s made of you. you make a show of it for him too, swiping your fingers against your sopping wet chin and pushing the remnants between your lips, sucking on your fingers. 

“you put up such a fight, but look at you now…” 

writhing on the grass, dress pushed over your tits and your fingers fucking your own mouth. call it what it is; you’re whoring yourself out for him. 

“i just wanted to play with you,” you whine, fingers slipping from your slick mouth. 

minho eases onto his elbows and cubs your cheek in one of his warm palms while the other places itself on the crown of your head. he’s always so warm, as bright as the sun, that’s why the flowers trust him so much. 

“playful petal.” 

he nuzzles his nose against yours, kisses your top lip before gazing into your bleary eyes. there’s a tender, closed-mouth smile on his face that he only reserves for the things he loves, and you’re lucky enough to be one of them. his eyelashes are so long, you’d count them one by one if you only had the wherewithal. minho’s thumb taps a rhythm against your cheek that has you gasping, and you nod your head earnestly because you know what he’s asking. 

his hand doesn’t rear back until your eyebrows furrow with want. 

you register the crack of the slap before you feel its sting, and both have you moaning into the air between you. the hit would have had your head shunting to the side, but minho’s hand on your head keeps you in place. he breathes in your moan, kisses it softly from your lips as his thumb caresses the heated skin of your cheek. 

“yes!” you warble, voice catching in your throat. “fucking- yes! please, a-again?” 

“i’m so nice to you, giving you everything you want,” he sighs like he’s put upon, but he’s far from that. the hand from your cheek reaches down to grip at your hips, pulling at it until you’re grinding against his thigh again. once the circling of your hips picks up in a frantic rhythm, he slaps you again. you clutch at his shoulders like your life depends on it, like he’s the only thing that can ground you. it feels too good, too much, the pain and the pleasure he so willingly gives you. “do you want to know a secret?” 

you nod. that’s all you have the power to do, but you want to know. you want to know everything that comes to his mind. 

“i love you more than anything in this world,” minho whispers against your swollen lips. he kisses you then, a kiss so tender it makes your face crumple in a sob. 

“i love you,” you cry. your nails rake down his back as your hips swivel desperately against the meat of his thigh. “i love you, i lov- love you, minho. my minho, my- oh!” 

you freeze when you cum, body locking where you’re pressed tightly against him. you’re frozen still until he takes your hip in his hand again and forces you to move. you can feel the muscles in his arm bulging as you clutch at him, shivering apart with his help. 

“blooming for me,” minho coos, and he’s pushing the head of his cock inside your fluttering cunt before you’re done feeling the last of your aftershocks. you can cum again like this, you know you can, it’ll be so easy with minho’s cock spearing itself deep inside your soaked cunt. you can feel him all around you, you can feel him everywhere. inside and out. 

he cups both palms underneath your head so it doesn’t hit the ground when his thrusts sharpen. his teeth grit, and your eyes lock on his sweet, crooked front tooth. he’s so beautiful always but especially beautiful when he feels pleasure that your body gives him, that you give him. 

you don't have to reach down to touch your clit because the angle of minho’s dexterous hips has his pubic mound rubbing right against it. the coarse hair there gets your eyes rolling, and minho hums deep in his throat when your moans float into the air. 

minho ruts into you so deeply that you’re sure his knees will be stained green by the grass. 

“fuck me until you cum,” you cry. you want to get him there so badly after the chase you put him through earlier. you do everything you can, clenching your cunt until he’s sighing dreamily and running your hands over every bit of his body you can reach. somehow though, your efforts get you there first, along with minho’s cock bullying itself where you’re gummy and silky soft. you bloom for him again, like you always do, pulsing and throbbing on his cock that steadily pistons inside of you. 

that’s what ultimately gets minho there too, and he leans back on his haunches and pulls out far enough that only the tip of his soaked cock remains in the hold of your cunt. he jacks himself inside of you, twisting the base of his dick with a rough hand. 

“ask me for it again,” he grits. the knuckles of minho’s fingers lightly tap against your swollen labia as he polishes himself. “beg for my cum and i’ll give it to you.” 

your hips buck at his words. you reach for his arms, gripping onto his forearms desperately. 

“please give it to me!” he makes it so easy for you to beg. you want his cum more than anything, want him to empty himself somewhere warm and tight and wet. “please, i- oh, minho, my pussy wants your cum so bad. i want you to cum, i want it inside me- p-please, please cum inside me, baby, f-fuck!” 

you’re lucky he’s in a giving mood. he may have jokingly fussed about your little game earlier, but that’s all it was. he loves the chase, loves when you feel playful enough to mess around with him and have fun. minho dips his thumb into your mouth when he starts to cum, roughly jacking his cock until his cum spurts ropes inside of your clenching cunt. his stomach caves in and his thighs shake sweetly - they shake so hard that you move your hands to them to feel it, to feel the way you make his body react. 

his softening cock slips from your hole with a slick noise, and his cum follows when you make an effort to push it out. minho thumbs one of your puffy lips to the side to watch it drip slowly down to your asshole with a satisfied quirk to his mouth. 

you’re so focused on minho that it takes you several moments to notice something tickling at your back and sides. you only rouse from your daze when the feeling becomes more incessant, and that’s when you see that there’s a fresh bed of flowers blooming underneath and around you. beautiful reds and yellows and blues, whites to match your pretty dress that he likes so much. pinks and reds to match the flushing of minho’s cheeks. 

the flowers reach for you just as minho does, but the softness of their petals could never compare to the softness of his lips when he kisses you.

[miniversess]

THE PHANTOM : han jisung

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pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

warnings: nipple play, nipple licking, fingering, one singular pussy slap, unprotected sex, mirror sex

a/n: i can’t believe we are halfway done w cbinktober… pls enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :) 1 reblog = 1 belly rub for bbama

jisung’s apartment is quiet when you step inside. 

the old, denim colored door closes with a click, and you shuffle through his kitchen to take off your shoes and slip on one of the pairs of slippers he keeps on the small wooden rack next to the counter. 

“jisung?” you call, feet swishing on the floor as you putter from room to room in search of him. “hannie, i’m here!” 

the heat kicks on, but it’s still silent. no scrambling of little paws across the hardwood floor, no dulcet humming, no droning of the television. he must be out. you know jisung loves taking walks this time of year, and bbama loves to play in the leaves at the dog park around the corner. 

his comfy couch is calling your name though. you grab a bottle of water from his fridge and make your way to the living room, plopping down on the soft cushions and making yourself at home. you sink into the cushions and toss your hand up to reach for the throw blanket he keeps on the back of the couch. you’ll just catnap until he comes home, close your eyes for a little while and relax, and sure enough, it isn’t long before the hum of the heating unit and the feeling of the chenille blanket against your bare legs lulls you to sleep. 

the click of the door rouses you from your slumber. you couldn’t have been out for too long because you’re still in the same position you fell asleep in, nestled snugly in the crack of the couch. you can hear jisung piddling in the kitchen and the tippy-tap of bbama’s trimmed claws on the floor as he presumably takes his leash off and hangs it up on the coat rack. bbama skitters into the living room and catapults onto the couch when he sees you there, wriggling and pawing at you for pets. jisung must have fed him before their excursion because you can see the hazily transparent shape of his cute and fuzzy little ghoulish body perfectly. his leg thumps against the couch when you scritch at his belly. 

the sound of jisung’s whistling fills the room as he rummages through the fridge. you sit up then and lean forward to watch him pick up the half-empty bottle of strawberry fanta from the second shelf. you can tell jisung has recently eaten too; just like bbama, you can see the shape of him, the slightly wavy, transparent disruption in the air that makes up his muscular body. he lifts the bottle to chug the remaining half, turning towards you with his eyes squeezed shut. 

“hi baby,” you say, and jisung yanks the bottle away from his lips to slap his hand over his heart. 

“guh—!” jisung yelps, blinking rapidly and breathing heavily. “holy- holy shit! you scared me!” 

it gets a good giggle out of you. you can’t help it, you shake your head with a fond smile. 

you scared the ghost. 

“don’t laugh!” he whines. “i could have had a heart attack and died… again! for the second time! dead as a doormat!” 

“you mean ‘dead as a doornail.’” 

“yeah, that’s what i said.” 

you roll your eyes but get up to meet him where he stands in the kitchen regardless, wrapping your arms around his neck and pouting at him until his arms wrap themselves around your back. 

“i’m sorry for scaring you, my little baby.” 

jisung fake-cries for a second but straightens up before you can even blink. “i’ll forgive you if you kiss me.” 

another roll of your eyes, but your lips quirk. you press them to the tips of two of your fingers and tap them against his cheek in a mock kiss. jisung deflates; you know he’s resisting the urge to toss his head back and holler dramatically at your teasing. his arms slip from around your waist as you take a step back, and another, and another, finally turning around completely to make your way to his bedroom. jisung seems to buffer for a moment before he catches back up, scrambling around the kitchen counter to follow you. 

you can roughly hear jisung speaking to bbama as he power walks to you. 

you stay in here, papa’s gonna get some. 

“says who?” you laugh. you can see the outline of jisung’s smug grin as he shuts his bedroom door. 

“says papa, baby.” 

he’s ridiculous, yet you’re already reclining back on his unmade bed. it’s warm from the sunlight that’s peeking through his blinds. you curl up on his pillow but eventually shove your feet underneath his downy comforter and rub them together like a bug. jisung doesn’t join you right away, he dawdles around the room for a bit, leaning against his dresser to take off his socks and throw them in the hamper, shucking off his sweats completely to leave him in what you can vaguely make out to be equally transparent boxers and a loose sweatshirt. 

you’ve asked him before why he even bothers wearing clothes, and he just looked at you like you were crazy. 

i’m a ghost, baby, not a nudist! 

life on The Other Side is similar to his life before. he has a job, a few good friends he keeps up with. he takes bbama on walks every day, orders delivery food too many nights a week, and hates doing his laundry. the biggest difference he tells you is that he’s just… somewhat, mostly invisible now. 

The Other Side is almost like a movie, that’s the easiest way you can begin to describe it. everything looks normal: the trees, the houses, the cars, but the people are just… different. they don’t all look like jisung. when jisung eats something hearty to fuel his energy, you can see the complete outline of him, can vaguely see his handsome facial features, the texture of his hair, the lettering on his clothes. if he’s tired or hungry, he fades in and out, almost completely impossible to see. some people appear as foggy apparitions. some look just like you with visible flesh and bright clothing, but you could walk right through them. 

you’re happy jisung has been eating well because you’d miss him even more if you couldn’t see him. 

he flops down beside you on the bed then, jostling your upper body and sighing up at the ceiling before turning on his side to face you. 

“missed you bae.” 

jisung’s head finds your shoulder and he throws his leg over your hips. it’s innocent enough, even when his hand sneaks under your shirt to find one of your tits, still innocent by jisung standards when he squeezes the fat in his hand and prods his thumbnail at your soft nipple. 

“oh yeah?” you hum, swatting at his thigh. “missed me?” 

he laughs, gives you that goofy, deep ha-ha-ha laugh right in your ear. jisung fondles your tit again until you squeak. he’s playing with your nipple, feeling it stiffen and peak underneath the gentle attention of his nimble fingers. he’s got your loose t-shirt rucked up to your chin before you know it, mouthing at the mound closest to him while still rubbing and tapping at the other. the second his tongue snakes around your nipple, your back arches. you cup his hand, squeeze his wrist. 

“missed you, bae. missed my honeys too though.” he doesn’t even pull away from your chest to speak, his words mumbled against your skin and slurred with want. jisung kisses up your chest, your neck, and he meets your lips in a heated kiss. his hand now fondles the breast he stopped mouthing at, but he pushes up on it when you’re kissing, so much so that the supple skin brushes your chin. your cunt clenches. 

jisung pulls away from your spit slick lips and licks at your nipple again, laving his tongue flat against it and snaking it up to your mouth once more. it wets your chin, but you meet his tongue with your own until he pulls away slightly to do it again. jisung grunts and pushes up on your tit until he can lick at your nipple and your lips almost in tandem. 

his grunt turns into a whine when you stick your tongue out to tangle with his. it meets the fatty skin of your chest first, and you tuck your chin uncomfortably to kitten lick your own nipple. jisung angles it upwards so you can have easier access - it’s nasty, it’s something straight out of a sleazy porn video, but you lap at your nipple together, coating the peaked little bud with your shared spit while your tongues dance together. jisung’s eyebrows are furrowed tight and his cock is hard against your thigh. 

“fuck, let me get…” jisung grunts again and jostles you as he moves. he pulls on your shoulders until you get the memo, lifting up and letting him tug your shirt off and crawl behind you so you’re relaxing against his sturdy chest, safe in between the spread of his legs. you lean your head back against his shoulder when he takes your tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading and pushing them together. “fuck, fuck- look at that, baby.” 

you look up then, eyes blinking dazedly until they laser focus on the only thing jisung could possibly be talking about. 

the standing mirror across from his bed. 

your mouth drops open when you see it, your sinful reflection in the mirror. the sunlight from the window nearly completely blocks the already hazy view of jisung, so it looks almost like your tits are moving on their own. you can see where his fingers indent the skin but not his fingers, you can see that you’re leaning up in the bed but not who you’re leaning against. 

jisung plays with you like that for a long time, until your nipples are so hard and sensitive that you writhe every time he plucks at them with needy fingers. it feels like you’re being edged, cunt so wet and desperate and pitifully untouched in your shorts that you’d angle your hips to hump his comforter if he didn’t have your thighs spread so wide. your hips kick when jisung takes both of your nipples between his thumb and index finger and pulls, using his grip on your poor nipples to jiggle your tits. 

“f-f-fuuuck,” you whimper. your back arches to chase his fingers and relieve the pressure. 

his hands smooth down your stomach to rub at the soft skin there. it’s bunched up from how you’re bent in half for him, and he moans when he feels it. 

“lemme at that pretty pussy,” he breathes, and finally, finally hooks his fingers under the hem of your shorts and panties to pull them off all together. his breath is hot in your ear and it makes you shiver, but he reaches farther around you so those dexterous, transparent fingers of his can dip between your legs. you can hardly bear to watch, but you can’t look away either, eyes focused on the way jisung’s fingers spread your lips to see you pink and pretty. you’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t so erotic, if the sight of your sticky wet cunt glistening in the sunlight didn’t have you biting your lip. he uses his whole hand to spread you, middle finger teasing at your pudgy clit. “hi, baby. hi, beautiful. shit, look at you.” 

he’s talking to your cunt, voice pitching in a coo that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your head turn to the side. you’re burning up, cheeks flaring hot. 

“no, no, no, baby, watch! please watch? so sexy when you take my fingers…” he cajoles, slipping his middle finger down to prod at your clenching hole as if that’ll persuade you. it does though, it does, your head turns back toward the mirror to watch the way jisung curls two fingers inside and spreads them. 

you can’t see his fingers with the glare of the sun, not really, but you can see the pretty pink of your insides where he fucks you open. it makes your head spin, and jisung continues to curl his fingers up up up until your foot is kicking outwards. he hits that special little spot so perfectly that your foot twitches continuously at the press of his fingers, so you hold yourself underneath your knees as if that’ll help. you look so sinful spread out the way you are, the deceitful mirror making you out to be alone and desperate in jisung’s bed. you know it’s far from the truth. desperate, yes. alone, not even close. 

your fingers tangle in jisung’s hair and you whine, pressing your face against his sweaty neck. he tilts his head so that his cute, full cheek can rest on your hair while his fingers fuck inside of you so good that you swear you’ll be moving straight into The Other Side by the time he’s done with you. 

“jisung, jisung- f-fuuuck!” you’re nearly vibrating with it, your whine wobbles and shakes as you do. your cunt talks too, almost as loud as you are at this point, letting jisung know he’s doing everything right. his fingers slip from your cunt with a sloppy noise, and he vees his sticky wet fingers to spread your lips like before. he rubs your clit with four fingers and spreads you open again when he’s done. 

“look how cute your little clit is,” he coos. jisung nuzzles his cheek against your hair and presses a kiss against your temple. your body lurches. “fuck, it’s so hard, baby. does it feel that good?” 

he’s fishing for compliments, but you’ll give him however many he wants if that’ll get him to fuck you sooner. 

“you know it does, han jisung!” you don’t know how you have the wherewithal to sass, but it makes jisung laugh. he swats at your clit just to rub it sweetly again right after. “it feels so— so, god, it feels so f-fucking good. want your cock though, baby. want it- want it all up in me.” 

it’s hard and leaking through his boxers where he’s pressed to your back, so you roll your hips against it as best you can. jisung moans at your words, even more so when you give him more pressure to rut into, cupping your cunt and your hip and using it to pull you back harder on him. you wish you could see him clearer in the mirror in front of you, but the sound of his shaky breathing and the feeling of his sweaty thighs around you is enough. 

with one last thrust against your back, jisung helps you sit up so that he can crawl out from behind you. he’s a good pillow, but it feels good to stretch out on your back like this. you can hear him toss his sweatshirt and nearly fall off the bed shucking his boxers down his legs, but all his movements halt when he watches you stretch. you stretch your legs, your arms, arch your back until your breasts are drooping to the sides of your chest. jisung’s hand comes up to caress the skin of your stomach and you preen. when you look up, his barely-there eyes are roaming your body and his jaw is slack. his attention always makes you feel so beautiful, so desired. 

“spread those sexy legs for me, gorgeous, yeah. fuck, like that. make room for me, baby.” 

you part your legs when he asks you to, reaching your hands up to welcome jisung when he eases between them. he kisses you deeply when your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, tongues tangling noisily as spit seeps down your chin. 

jisung reaches down to wrap his hand around his dick. he’s so wet you can hear it, can hear him polish the leaky head and fuck his fist before he taps it against your clit. you’re so wet that little droplets of wetness fly to your thighs when he smacks you like that again and again. you spread them wider to entice him more, like you’re not already picture perfect to him. 

“want you to watch me fuck you,” he breathes, and you bite your lip and nod, already glancing towards the mirror. 

your mouth drops open when he positions himself at your entrance. you feel yourself stretch open when he sheathes inside your cunt, and you can see it too. you watch your hole stretch slowly as jisung pushes himself inside balls deep. you can see inside again, pretty, pretty pink, but you’re stretched wider than you were on his fingers. it doesn’t look like anything’s inside even though you feel the heavy weight of him, the pressure of his hard cock. it makes your thighs twitch. 

jisung’s so desperate from fondling your tits and rutting against your back that he’s begging as soon as he settles. 

“can- can i move? oh, shit, baby. holy shit…” 

the only answer you give him is a purposeful clench of your cunt. jisung wheezes through it, and you’re almost there yourself, watching your hole contract in the mirror. it’s a lot. it’s dirty. it’s sexy. 

your thighs are picked up in jisung’s hold before you know it. he’s blanketing you completely, so they rest comfortably in the crook of his elbows while he rabbits his hips. he breathes shakily against the sweaty skin of your neck, kisses and tongues and nips at the skin there until you’re keening. 

you don’t know where to look; you’re overwhelmed in the best of ways. you turn your head to look at jisung. with his face tucked into your neck, all you can see are his broad shoulders, hazy but still there. he’s warm to the touch when your squeeze your arms tighter around him, raking your nails down his back in a way you know he loves but will inevitably complain about too, when he can’t look and see the scratches in the mirror. it makes him fuck you harder, his hips snap against you so roughly that it almost takes your breath away. 

“tell me what you see. tell me- tell me, baby.” 

his words are gritted through his teeth, desperate and frantic. 

your head lolls back to the mirror, and your breath really does leave your lungs then. your hole’s still speared open on his cock, but your eyes are taken by the rest of your body. your tits bounce roughly with the force of his thrusts, your dangling legs rock with his movements. the sun still blocks your visibility of jisung in the mirror, so it looks like you’re on your own, being railed up the bed by an unseen force. 

“i’m- you’re fucking me,” you warble, voice unsteady. 

“i need details!” jisung whines. he pinches at your hip. “tell me how hot we look! or how pretty your pussy looks on my dick. throw me a bone, give- give me something! fuck. fuck, baby.” 

you whimper. you do look hot together, even though you can hardly see jisung at all in the mirror. the second part, though. that gets to you. 

your pussy does look pretty on his dick, stretched out around his probing cock, swollen inside with how much you need him. cute, puffy lips and a hard little clit. your cunt glistens in the sunlight, a sticky wet sheen that coats you entirely and makes you tangy sweet to the taste, jisung’s favorite candy. 

“h-hannie, fuck! it’s-” heady, embarrassing, delicious. “my pretty pussy looks so good on your cock!” 

there’s something so erotic about watching yourself take it like this, something so gratifying about watching your body feel pleasure. maybe next time he can turn you on your stomach, get you face down and ass up so you can watch yourself get fucked from behind. 

“fuckme. fuck me, oh god. i’m gonna nut,” jisung grunts. your voice always works him up in bed, especially when you’re talking dirty. he does cum then, deep and warm in your pussy just like you both wanted. you can feel him throbbing, can feel yourself throbbing with need, so your hand slips between your legs to rub your clit. 

a look in the mirror shows jisung’s cum slowly leaking out of you around his softening cock. you swipe it up with your fingers and bring it to your clit until it’s so slick with your combined wetness and his cum that your fingers slip all over it. it’s messy, it’s perfect, but you whimper sadly when he pulls his cock out. you don’t stay empty long because jisung’s fingers curl themselves back inside as he sits back on his haunches, prodding insistently at your g-spot until your toes are curling and you’re gushing all over his fingers and yours. 

you’re laying beside each other catching your breath when the aircon kicks on, sending goosebumps down your arms. jisung rubs them and sits up abruptly in bed. 

“shit, you cold? here. take my sweatshirt.” he reaches down over the edge of the bed and tosses his previously discarded sweatshirt in your direction. 

“where is it?” 

“right here, baby.” 

"jisung, where is here?"

[miniversess]

running laps actually

THE SLUMBERING PRINCE : lee felix

kinktober

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

warnings: consensual somnophilia, blowjob, handjob, messy kissing, dry humping, clothed sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming

a/n: i had so much fun writing this one! i think felix’s is officially my fav cbinktober fic after merbin >< if u can clock my special guest i’ll love you forever 𓆊 reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the wind burns your cheeks the second you step foot through the door, and you struggle to close it behind you. you put your weight into it, pushing your shoulder into the stark white door until it slams shut against the brutal wisps of wind. 

it seems the house has taken you directly to the moat in front of felix’s opulent, white castle rather than the candlelit warmth of his bed chambers, the warmth of his arms. it’s darker than it usually is when you come here too; the moon is high in the sky looking down to where you stand. you feel so small in front of the magnificence of felix’s stone castle, the circular towers and steepled sections of roof always make you feel minuscule before its grandeur. 

with a scratch to your head, you linger in front of the moat with your hands on your hips. 

of course the bridge is drawn up. you can see the thick, wooden drawbridge laying flat against the side of the castle, pulled tight and locked until morning light. 

“okay,” you sigh. “okay. well…” 

you could swim the moat, maybe. you’d come out on the other side with chattering teeth and a bad case of hypothermia, but you could. you could scale the largest beech tree at the corner of the property, jump over the moat completely if you angle just right and push your feet against the tree hard enough. you’d come out on the other side with a broken limb or two or several, but you could. maybe. 

your pondering is interrupted by the sound of a small, wooden skiff knocking against the wall of the moat. water splashes around it gently, rocking it from side to side. you don’t even know where it came from, how it got to where you stand, but the two, dazzling purple eyes peeking from the surface of the moat give you all the answers you need. 

you step as gingerly as possible onto the floorboards of the skiff, throwing your arms to the side to balance as it tilts with your added weight. as soon as you sit down, the boat begins its trek to the other side of the moat. 

“thank you remy,” you breathe. “you’re kind of a lifesaver.” 

the alligator nudges his nose against the stern of the skiff, propelling it slowly forward. his movements are steady; he hardly makes any noise even as he pushes you forward in your small wooden boat. his silence and camouflaging skills makes him a lethal predator to anyone who dares try to cross the depths of water that rests around felix’s castle. 

anyone other than you. 

it doesn’t take you long to reach the other side of the moat, it almost takes you longer to step out of the boat and onto the grassy bank, legs wobbly and uncoordinated. 

you give remy an unnecessary thumbs up when you finally right yourself in the grass. he bellows, nostrils bubbling the water as you begin to frantically pat the pockets of your pants. you find what he’s looking for in the heart-shaped pocket of your silken blouse. 

a jumbo marshmallow, soft and chewy. 

you toss it into the air and remy’s mouth opens wide to catch it. his teeth clack angrily when his jaw snaps shut, and it has you barely suppressing a shiver. you’re so lucky he likes you. 

with the moat thankfully behind you now, there’s one less obstacle to face, but you still have to get inside. 

felix is really making you work for it tonight. 

your feet putter through the neatly trimmed grass, walking your way around the inner wall of the castle until you get to where you know felix’s chambers are. it’s on the far east side of the castle, a singular, arched window perched in the middle of the grand tower. 

you stand under the window just like you did at the moat, hip cocked and head tilted in contemplation. 

you can’t jump for the window, it’s too high off the ground for you to reach. scaling the wall is a no too, the stones are too sleek for you to be able to safely climb without slipping. 

you huff. you just want to see felix!

“rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair..” you gripe. if only it were that easy! at least you’re not stuck in the bulky metal armor like you were the first time the house brought you here - felix’s very own knight in shining armor. 

it isn’t until you’re contemplating climbing another beech tree and somehow jumping through his closed window that something helps you out for the second time tonight. it plunks against the top of your head, and you bend down to pick it up from the ground. 

a seed, round and small. 

you make a face, almost to the point of stomping your foot like a child throwing a tantrum. the soil is moist and unpacked underneath felix’s window, so you dig your heel into the ground to create a small hole for the seed. once the hole is dug, you bend down to place the seed inside and cover it back up with the loose soil. 

“um- okay, water. water…” you’re looking around like an idiot. maybe someone conveniently left a water jug laying around down here. you could run back to the moat, maybe. cup your hands like a bowl and pray that it doesn’t leak through the cracks of your fingers on your way back to felix’s window. 

it’s then that the air around you changes; it gets heavier, it smells different. 

“oh, be serious!” you cry. you do stomp your foot then, but it’s drowned out by the rumble of thunder above. you glare up to the sky when the first droplets of rain hit your forehead, and soon you’re surrounded by the peaceful sounds of rainfall. your first thought is that this really is such an inconvenience, messing up your hair and wetting your clothes when you’re supposed to be seeing a prince soon. your second thought is about felix, how you know he’s sleeping soundly with the pitter-patter of rain against his window and the distant roll of thunder. 

you’re so focused on the rain that it takes a moment for you to realize that the ground is splitting open. you do a double take when you finally notice, stumbling away from the crack and watching with wide eyes as something shoots from the ground. 

it’s a beanstalk, curly and leafy, sprouting thickly from the soil and growing up, up, up until it reaches your height. it pauses then like it’s waiting for you, and you reckon it is, so you hurry forward and climb onto the leaf that’s closest to the ground. you gasp as it immediately begins to grow again, scaling higher and higher until it reaches the side of felix’s ornate window. your eyes are squeezed closed and you’re hugging the stalk tightly until a leaf taps you on the shoulder. 

you peek an eye open then and see your reflection staring back at you from felix’s window. with one arm wrapped safely around the beanstalk, you use the other to finagle his window open from the bottom, shakily poking your foot out to step on the sill and finally, finally crawling your way inside. 

your clothes dry completely as you carefully climb down from the windowsill and onto the floor of felix’s bedchambers. it’s blissfully warm inside, there’s a small fire crackling in the hearth on the far side of the room. you tiptoe over to it and sit on the soft, velvet couch while you take your shoes off. your pants come next, and soon, all that’s left on your body is your cotton panties and pink, silk, button-up shirt. the silk is loose, slips down to your thighs like a short dress would. 

there’s a white, faux fur rug on the floor in front of felix’s bed. it leads right to a one armed lounge sofa right at the foot of his bed, covered with downy throw pillows and a quilted blanket folded neatly on the arm. your toes wiggle in the rug before you crawl onto the sofa. 

the prince hasn’t roused at all. he’s deeply asleep in the middle of his four-poster bed, bracketed by feather pillows and covered by a thick blanket. his canopy is drawn, leaving his visage blurry and distorted from the sheer fabric. you can see one of his lithe arms bent limply on the pillow he sleeps on. his blonde hair fans around him like a halo, as if he isn’t just a worldly prince but an angel instead. 

you part the canopy and lift your leg to crawl onto the foot of his bed. the mattress is so soft that your knee sinks into the plush, it doesn’t jostle him at all. you crawl slowly up the bed until you’re straddling his hips, gazing down at his peaceful face. he won’t wake up like this, you know he won’t. there’s only one thing that will wake him up, but you want to play for a bit. you deserve it after all of your hard work to get here. 

felix is wearing a white pajama set, buttoned cutely to the very top. that’s where you start, unbuttoning his shirt until you reach the comforter he sleeps under. you softly tuck it back until it’s folded underneath your thighs and you have more room to play with his torso. when you unbutton the very last one, you push the fabric down the sides of his chest so that you can see him completely. his muscular abdomen, his little pink nipples. felix is so beautiful that you can’t help but lean down to touch him. he’s sleep-warm and relaxed, breath slipping steadily between his parted lips even as you start to touch him with purpose. 

it’s impossible just to touch him and not taste, so of course you have to lean down even further to mouth at the tight ridges of his abdomen. you moan then, pressing messy kisses to his abs and sucking hickeys onto the skin sporadically. a well aimed bite next to his belly button has his body twitching, but when you look up at his face, he’s still deeply lost in slumber. you kiss up to his tiny nipples, kitten lick them slowly until they’re hardening under the attention of your slick tongue. 

felix’s cock is hard underneath you, you can feel it chubbing up even under the thick fabric of his comforter. one after the other, you lift your legs to pull it down until it’s pooled at the foot of the bed. felix rouses the most then but still doesn’t fully wake up, knees knocking as he tries to search for the warmth you took from him. his eyebrows furrow sharply before he exhales a deep breath and settles calmly into his pillow once more. you pet his chest. 

you back yourself down his body so that you can reach the drawstring of his pants. the string is tied in a cute bow, falling apart under your insistent fingers when you pull it. they’re even more insistent when they tug at the waistband of his sleep pants. you lift the hem at the front carefully so his stiff cock doesn’t catch on the band, and you pull it just far enough down his hips so that his cock and balls are free from their confines. it makes your mouth water; you can smell his soapy, clean musk. he didn’t wear underwear tonight. 

the bed is so comfortable and warm when you finally rest against it, laying docile and curled up between felix’s spindly legs. 

your fingers circle around his short cock, slowly stroking the silky hot flesh until precum beads from his piss slit. 

“oh, felix…” you coo. you watch as the bead begins to ooze down his tip before you lean in to lap it up slowly with your tongue. the salty flavor bursts on your tongue, filling your mouth even deeper when you kiss at his tip and lazily suck it between your lips. you play with him like that until your neck hurts, bobbing your head slowly on his tip. 

felix is twitching. his whole body is, really. his legs, his cock, his fingers where they rest limply beside him. 

but he’s asleep, and he’ll remain asleep until you kiss him. 

true love’s kiss. 

you’d hold off for longer if you could, felix is certainly fond of a little teasing, but you’ve missed him something terrible. 

slinking up the bed again, you settle on your side and flush against his warm body. your leg is thrown over his, and your hand still grips his cock in it. your grip isn’t harsh but it’s not gentle either, jerking him slowly and squeezing when you get to the leaky head, wringing your wrist in a circular motion that always gets felix bucking into your fist. 

“felix…” you whisper. a kiss to his neck, his freckled cheekbone. felix’s precum leaks down your curled fingers. “wake up, sunshine. my little prince. i miss you.” 

he breathes in deeply when your lips press to his. they’re dry, warm, and a little cracked from sleep, but they’re pillowy and soft against your own. you can tell he’s awake when his arm comes to wrap tiredly around your shoulders. 

you lean back enough to watch him make sense of things, to watch his pretty eyes flutter open and dazedly take in his surroundings before his brain finally clues him in to what’s going on. felix smacks his lips wetly before giving you a loud moan. it cracks at the end, his voice tapering off into something mumbled and sleepy. 

his hips buck roughly into your hand and his head shoots from the pillow to watch you polish his cock. he watches with his lips goofily downturned and one eye squinted open before his head flops back against his pillow. his hand squeezes your shoulder.

“bubby,” he mumbles. it’s so deep, a purr. sleepy, jungle cat. your cunt clenches. “bubby, mmm… mm, shit. fuck.” 

felix turns his head to you and meets your lips tongue first. it slips into your mouth as easy as breathing, both of you arching into each other and kissing messily from the start. felix is so warm, his tongue laps and curls against yours so expertly that it has your head spinning, has heat swirling in your gut when your tongues tangle sloppily outside of your mouths. he’s fucking into your fist like he means it now, planting his feet on the mattress and grunting every few seconds. 

“fuck. fuck, wanna be in your cunt,” he grits through his teeth, fingers crawling frantically underneath the collar of your loose shirt to fondle your chest. 

your regal prince has the mouth of a sailor and the passions of a pussy-hungry, pleasure-starved whore. 

you’re meant to be. 

you slip your leg over his waist and straddle him fully, immediately rocking your clothed core against his hard cock. you’re so wet that you’ve soaked the cotton right through, fabric sheer and damp down the gusset with your sweetness. felix takes hold of your hips and helps you grind. he’s panting with exertion, hissing through the uncomfortable feeling of the cotton rubbing along his sensitive cock, but it feels good enough that he can’t bring himself to stop. his movements turn desperate when you start to unbutton your silk shirt. felix watches you in a daze, eyes following your fingers as they uncover more and more soft skin, your bouncing breasts. you don’t take your shirt off all the way. much like his own shirt, the sleeves stay on but your torso is bared to the hungry eyes and mouth before you. 

“wanna cum on the bow, bubby, fuck me, that’s cute.” 

the tiny bow on the hem of your panties, right in the center. you didn’t remember this pair even had a bow on it until felix started thumbing at it in awe. 

“yeah, baby, cum all over it.” 

that’s all you say before pulling your panties to the side and sinking down on his cock. felix lurches forward and squeezes roughly at your hips, his jaw slack. 

you’re meeting each other thrust for thrust in no time, felix’s hips rock up as yours fuck down. it feels so good that your grip on the leg of your panties slips, snapping the elastic band right against your clit. the sudden stimulation is so shocking that your eyes roll back in your head and your back arches. your hips rabbit into the feeling of it, fucking you forward instead of down so your clit grinds messily against the elastic. 

“fucking- yeah, yes. i bet that feels so good on your little clit,” felix says. his eyes are wild as they watch you. 

“feels so good, felix, baby. oh my god…” if you pull up on the hem it feels even better, you can pull and angle the elastic where you need it most and rub it on your clit like that. it makes your wrist burn, but it’s so worth it when your thighs start shaking. 

felix is a pillar underneath you. his lithe body is strong and capable even in his haste to chase your shared pleasure. he fucks into you with abandon, slipping down his pillow until his head is resting on the mattress beneath him and his face is scrunched in ecstasy. he uses his grip on your hips to hold you down on top of him while he thrusts up roughly once, burying himself completely inside until his tight balls are pressed snug against your ass. it makes you wail. he’s deep like this, and his little fingers feel so good digging into your dewy skin. 

your cramping fingers stay curled tightly in the leg of your panties to frantically pull at the elastic. your spine bends when you start to cum, curling in on yourself above him. your wrist burns so much that your movements slow unconsciously, and your whimper turns into a high pitched keen when your desperately humping hips help you cum. 

“yes, cum on me! cum on me, do it! fuck- fucking shit,  you squeeze me so t-tight when you do that.” 

you clench your already pulsing cunt around him just because you can, and felix throws his head back to groan. he doesn’t stay in you for much longer though, much to your chagrin. he jackhammers his hips until your teeth are nearly rattling with it, but he pulls out at the last second to jerk himself off. felix’s little fingers move from your hip to grip harshly at your ass, fingers digging into the fatty skin as he fucks his own fist. 

“fuck, it’s- coming, it’s coming. darling, bubby, oh, shit- right there, ‘m cumming… cummi-”

his throat clicks before he can finish his sentence, and his thick cum bubbles from his slit before it shoots right onto the little bow on the front of your ruined panties, soaking the fabric even more as it seeps into the cotton. he jerks himself until the hand gripping your ass frantically flies to his own neck to feel his thunderous pulse. 

he doesn’t let go of himself though. you know what he wants anyway, and you want it too, so you slip his softening cock back inside your sensitive cunt and lower yourself onto his heaving chest. 

“i’m sleepy,” felix mumbles. his words are already starting to slur. his eyes are fluttering too, pretty lashes like butterfly wings against his pink, freckled cheeks. “wake me up in a while. we can… have tea… in the… courtyard.” 

you know he’s asleep when the last word slips from his plump lips. 

you’re happy to let him go back to sleep. maybe you can take a nap yourself, soothed into slumber’s embrace by the rhythmic thumping of felix’s beautiful heart and the warmth of his arms around you. 

your eyes will open before his as they always do, but you know just how to wake him up.

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Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Who Asked Me Out First?"

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Phone Sex - Felix

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Content warning: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, detailed descriptions of sexual acts, masturbation, and explicit language.

No summary just smut under the cut

It had been a grueling two months since Felix departed from your shared apartment in Seoul. His band's world tour had taken him across continents, leaving an aching void in your heart. As you lay in the expansive king-size bed that once cradled both your bodies, the emptiness felt overwhelming. The silky sheets, still faintly scented with Felix's cologne, only intensified your longing.

Restless and unable to find comfort in sleep, you reached for your phone on the nightstand. The bright screen illuminated the darkness, displaying the time: 2:45 am. You knew Felix was likely in a different time zone, probably mid-day for him, but the need to hear his voice outweighed any hesitation.

With trembling fingers, you dialed his number. Each ring seemed to stretch on for an eternity until finally, his deep, melodious voice filled your ear. "Hey lover," he greeted, his tone warm and inviting. A smile involuntarily spread across your face, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. "Hey, you," you replied, your voice a mix of sleep-induced huskiness and barely contained emotion. "I miss you so much." Instinctively, you curled into yourself, wrapping the duvet tighter around your body as if it could somehow replicate Felix's comforting embrace.

You could practically visualize the tender smile gracing Felix's features as he spoke. "I miss you too, baby." In your mind's eye, you saw his eyes crinkling at the corners, those perfect teeth on display in that heart-melting grin of his. "Shouldn't you be asleep? What time is it there?" Shifting onto your back, you pressed the phone closer, cherishing every word. "It's almost 3 am," you admitted, "but I can't sleep without you here. These past couple of months have been unbearable." Your voice wavered slightly, the weight of your separation evident in every syllable.

A flood of memories washed over you – Felix's tender cuddles, the way he'd pull you close in bed, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin. The absence of his familiar scent on the pillows, the lack of his warmth beside you, the memory of his soft kisses – it all hit you at once, leaving you aching for his presence. "I know, my love," Felix's voice was a soothing balm to your loneliness. "Just hold on a little longer, okay? I'll be home before you know it, and I promise to make up for every moment we've been apart."

Felix's words stirred something deep within you. The longing in your chest mixed with a warm tingling sensation spreading through your body. "Felix," you breathed, your voice soft and intimate, "I miss everything about you. The way you hold me, your gentle touches..." You trailed off, lost in memories of tender moments shared.

There was a pause, the line filled with unspoken desire. You heard muffled sounds in the background before Felix's voice returned, hushed and intense. "Y/n, I'm at rehearsals," he said, his tone carrying a hint of restraint that only heightened your longing.

"Felix..." you whispered, unable to hide the yearning in your voice. "I wish you were here with me right now."

You could almost feel the tension vibrating through the phone. Felix's breath caught audibly. "Y/n," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "you have no idea how much I want to be there. To hold you, to..." He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid but deeply felt.

Your eyes carefully tracked the movements of his full, smooth lips. You loved his lips.. the things they could do. A devious little smile began to spread across your lips as very naughty thoughts and images popped into your head. “What else would you do? Tell me.. what would you do to me?” You asked unabashedly. Felix froze for a moment, your unexpected words catching him off guard.

“Wait..” he mumbled before you could hear rustling and movement over the phone. Once all the commotion in the far background was completely gone Felix finally spoke. “I would want to see you, completely naked and vulnerable for me. Spreading those pretty thighs…” you heard him expel a shaky breath. “Y/n… he whispered your name like he was worshiping you. “Fuck I’m so hard.. I want to feel you so bad.”

There was a small pause as you closed your eyes and imagined him beside you. "Are you touching yourself?" you asked breathlessly, your voice trembling with desire. "I am.” You said as your fingers pushed passed the hem of your panties. “Tell me what you're doing... I want to keep hearing your voice." Your words came out in a rush, punctuated by soft, involuntary moans that escaped your lips. Your fingers traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, teasing yourself as you waited for Felix's response.

Felix's breath hitched audibly, and you could hear the faint sound of a zipper being undone. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke, his voice low and husky. "I'm... I'm stroking myself," he admitted, the strain in his voice evident. "God, Y/n, you have no idea what you do to me. I'm thinking about how wet and tight you are, how perfect you feel around me." He paused, letting out a shaky breath. "I wish I could taste you, bury myself deep inside you. You taste so sweet, baby. Licking that perfect little pussy of yours…” His words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure building within you. You could almost feel his hot breath on your neck, his hands roaming your body.

"Keep going," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper as you took your panties off completely and slipped your fingers between your folds. "Tell me what you would do to me..." You moved your fingers a little deeper, a bit faster, imagining it was Felix touching you instead. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you found that perfect spot, your back arching slightly off the bed.

Felix's voice dropped even lower, a mix of desire and restraint evident in his tone. "I'd pin your arms above your head so I can see those beautiful breasts. I’d lift your legs around my waist, and thrust into you hard and deep," he growled softly. "I'd kiss and bite your neck as I fuck you, feeling you clench around me." His words were punctuated by a barely suppressed groan, and you could tell he was struggling to keep quiet.

You couldn't help but smile at his words, picturing the scene vividly. "I wish you were buried deep inside me... my fingers aren't enough," you breathed, your voice heavy with desire. Felix let out a muffled moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Let's switch to video call... I need to see you," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. You loved when this commanding side of him emerged, your body responding instantly to his authoritative voice.

Your heart raced as you quickly ended the call and switched to video. Within seconds, Felix's face appeared on your screen, his eyes dark with unbridled desire. You could see he was in a dimly lit room, probably a backstage area or dressing room. The poor lighting only accentuated the sharp angles of his face, casting alluring shadows that made him look even more irresistible. "Show me," he commanded softly, his gaze intense even through the phone. You bit your lip, feeling a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness as you slowly angled the camera down your body, revealing inch by tantalizing inch.

Felix's eyes widened, then darkened even more as your half-naked body came into view. His gaze roamed hungrily over your exposed skin, drinking in every curve and contour. "God, Y/n, you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his voice husky with want. "I want to be between those pretty thighs of yours." You could see him too, the camera angled to give you a perfect view. His hard cock was in his hand, being stroked from base to tip with agonizing slowness. His fingers were wrapped firmly around his length, the veins in his forearm standing out as he restrained himself. Your mouth instantly went dry at the sight, a rush of heat flooding your core. "I want you so bad, baby," Felix groaned, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Unable to resist any longer, you pulled your fingers out to circle them around your clit, making sure he could see every movement. A soft gasp escaped your lips at the contact, your hips bucking involuntarily. Felix was hyperfocused on you, his eyes never leaving the screen as he stroked himself faster. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice husky with desire. "Show me how good you can make yourself feel." You moaned softly, your fingers moving faster as you watched Felix's hand work his length. The sight of his muscles flexing with each stroke, the way his abs tightened as he pleasured himself - it was almost too much to bear. You found yourself wishing it was you touching him instead, feeling his hot, hard length in your hand.

As your movements became more frantic, you felt your muscles tighten, the familiar pressure building in your lower abdomen. The orgasm began to pool in your stomach, a coiling tension that begged for release. You moved your fingers back inside yourself, the sound wet and satisfying in the quiet room. "I'm so close..." you whimpered to your boyfriend, your voice breathy and desperate.

"Me too..." Felix's voice was strained, his breathing heavy and erratic as he watched you pleasure yourself. His hand was moving faster now, his grip tightening as he neared his peak. "Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see you fall apart." Your fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot as you felt your orgasm building to a crescendo. The sight of Felix, so aroused and desperate for you, his muscles taut and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, pushed you closer to the edge. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his abs clenched with each stroke, and it was intoxicating.

With a cry of ecstasy, you came undone, your body shuddering with intense pleasure. Waves of bliss washed over you as you rode out your orgasm, Felix's name falling from your lips like a prayer. Felix followed soon after, his low groan of release sending shivers down your spine. You watched, mesmerized, as his cum came in long spurts, coating his hand and stomach. The relief was evident on his face, his features softening as he came down from his high. As you both caught your breath, Felix's eyes met yours through the screen. They were filled with love and longing, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat. "I can't wait to hold you again," he whispered, his voice soft and tender, filled with a promise of more to come.

Just as you were about to respond, the door to Felix's dressing room burst open. A cacophony of excited voices filled the air as the rest of the band piled in, their energetic chatter echoing off the walls. You caught a glimpse of Chan's dimpled smile and Hyunjin's flowing locks before Felix hastily angled the phone away.

Felix's eyes widened in panic, a deep blush creeping up his neck. He fumbled with his phone, nearly dropping it in his haste to end the call. You saw a flash of his bare torso as he twisted away, desperately trying to pull up his pants without being noticed. Just before the screen went black, you caught sight of Jisung's confused expression and Seungmin's raised eyebrows.

You couldn't help but giggle softly, imagining Felix's flustered state as he tried to act natural. In your mind's eye, you could see him running a hand through his tousled hair, avoiding eye contact with his bandmates as he mumbled some excuse about a private call.

A moment later, your phone buzzed with a text from Felix: "Changbin definitely saw my dick... I'm mortified. Han keeps asking why I'm so red. I love you so much. Can't wait to be home with you and not worry about interruptions." Another text quickly followed: "P.S. Lee Know is giving me that knowing smirk. Pretty sure he figured it out. Send help!"

You laughed loudly, a mix of amusement and sympathy for your boyfriend's predicament. The image of the usually composed Felix stammering through explanations to his curious members was both endearing and hilarious. As your laughter subsided, a warm feeling of anticipation settled in your chest. You couldn't wait for Felix to return home. Sleep took you quickly now, after being sated and with your mind full of your boyfriend's handsome face.

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random boyfriend texts with bangchan from skz! 💞

[miniversess]

felix only wanted a peek of your bedroom, that’s all. he only wanted to see what your bed looked like; how your pillows were arranged, what colour your bed sheets were, only to store in his memory for later. he had a hobby that he could never share with you. every night, he closed his eyes with his pink-headed cock in his small hand and pictured you nude on his bed, straddling his lap as you whispered nothing but sweet things to him. he would jam his cock in his fist, chasing his high that only made him further guilty.

you were in the shower, and felix, the “oh so innocent” flatmate had nothing else to do but to snoop around your bedroom to get just a whiff of your presence. he held his breath although you weren’t in the room, his heart pounding out of his chest as his eyes scanned the white, frilled duvet cover with a light pink throw on top. oh how he would love to have you spread open on those white sheets. his eyes drifted down then, to a piece of baby blue material that lay on the floor. your panties. felix felt as if his body had a mind of its own; before he could blink, he had grabbed a hold of the piece of clothing. with shaking hands, he lifted the baby blue material to his nose. he nearly passed out on your bedroom floor when your odour flooded his nostrils. they were used. he hesitated, of course, he wasn’t a huge pervert after all. but oh, how can he leave this behind? he could get a good use of this; he pictured himself with your panties on his face tonight and enjoying that sweet tangy smell as he jerked his cock to you for the 10th time this week. he would love to cum on them, pretend he was cumming on you as you begged to taste every drop on your sweet, sweet tongue-

“felix? what are you doing in my room?”

maybe his fantasy could come true tonight.