“it was never ugly”

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• Prince Lee Felix, son of King Minho, raised at court.

• he’s always polite and kind to whoever works at the castle and be’s knows n as the “fairy Prince” or the “kind Prince” because of his beauty and behavior

• you two meet the day of your arranged marriage. Sometimes politics is too strong to be challenged, so you meet on the altar, both nervous but both set on fulfilling your commitment.

• the wedding ceremony goes smoothly and you’re surprised at how gorgeous pretty he is in real life. Photos haven’t been photoshopped and portraits didn’t need to pass under the strict editing of the royals, he really looks like a Fairy Prince, the name deserved. You only hope that’s the only characteristic akin to fairies, seen their ability to manipulate words to avoid saying the truth.

• what you fear the most is the wedding night, you’re not a virgin, but you heard nightmarish stories about Kings and Princes forcing themselves on their spouses. Felix proves (again and again) to be a good man. He walks you to your rooms and with a gracious bow he wishes you good night and leaves you alone to get ready for bed. It’s the same the night after, and the one after that, and so on.

• you two spend your days together, he helps you getting aquatinted to the castle, the court and their customs. And in the meantime he tries to get to know you. He has infinite questions about you: your favorite colors, food you like, where would you like to travel to, your hobbies and passions, which ice cream flavor you prefer, your shoe size and so on…

• you’re married for a month but you never kissed, except for your chaste wedding kiss. He’s not shy with his affection, though. He often reaches to fix your hair, to remove lint from your shoulder or he simply squeezes your hand quickly when you say something that makes him laugh. God, his laugh is so cute and real. It’s been a month but you already have feeling for your husband.

• physical affection is not the only thing he offers. He gives you gift after gift. Sometimes it’s something as simple as a flower picked during a walk in the gardens, a sweet he knows you like from a bakery in town; others, it’s fancy things: he gifted you ruby earrings, a pearl necklace, a collection of rare books, a ball gown with real diamonds on the corset.

• you often try to reciprocate his gifts and attentions, but it almost seems like he prefers giving more than receiving. He’s always happy to receive something from you. And even if you don’t know, he safeguards everything you ever gave him like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Included the origami flower you made once.

• one of the things that make you both happy is your complicity. You become friends, talking about everything and laughing together. Your nightly runs in the kitchen get habitual, mostly after a day you couldn’t spend together. You talk and he bakes, or he talks and you cook. It’s your way to decompress and being able to do it together is the most importantly thing.

• Minho starts to call for numerous balls. So many balls. You have now more ball gowns than you ever though was possible. Felix says it’s weird how often there is a ball at Court, maybe it’s Minho’s way to court someone? Did he meet someone he’s interested in? But after every ball, Minho roll his eyes when he gets info on you still sleeping in different rooms. Does he have to step up his game?

• Luckily he doesn’t have to. The next ball has many dignitaries from other countries as guests and one of them, a tall and handsome guy, asks for a dance. You accept because it’s part of your role, but when he holds a bit too tight and shuffles his hands a little too close to where he shouldn’t, you look around, trying to find your husband’s eyes in a silent ask for help. You don’t have to search for long because he’s already behind you, politely but firmly asking to dance with you. You relax in his arms, but he’s still tense. “Felix, I’m fine. He was just too-“

• “I’m not fine”. He never speaks in this tone, furious and clenching his jaw. “No one gets to touch my wife like that.” His gaze is fixed on you, and after month you finally realized you’re not the only one having feelings. Not caring of rules and appearances you grab him by his hand and guide him to a less crowded room to kiss him. The kiss is messy and hungry, but you both need to communicate too many things with it. Surprisingly, Minho doesn’t want so many balls anymore…

• your first night together ends with you both submerged in a warm bubble bath (thank god for rich royals who can afford spacious bathtubs), cuddling and tracing shapes on each other’s body. His neck and chest are littered with marks, the rest of them are covered by the water, but you know they’re there.

Now with part 2 for Chan + Minho and Changbin + Felix

genre: angst. This is sad sad angst.

warnings: none

a/n: some of them are assholes, but nothing bad

There are so many ways to worship them. But like- he’d get all giggly if, during movie night, you spoon him from behind and it’s so easy for your hands to roam around his body, touching his warm skin, fingers running along his tummy, stopping only to play with the few hair of his happy trail, looking for his navel, and up up up until you can cup his tits in your hands. They’re so soft now that he’s relaxed, big enough you can grope them. Changbin would try to stay focused on the movie, but your hands on his tits feel so good, his brown nipples would harden under your attention. It doesn’t matter that he’d try to force his body to relax and his mind to focus on the movie. Both his brain and his body would be too distracted by the delicious sensation of you massaging his chest…

You could suck on them too. Contrary to Chan, I don’t think he’d casually go around shirtless. But if you manage to catch him just after a shower, before he has the time to decide what to wear, you might be able to ogle at him for a while. The remaining water drops from the shower are mocking you, though, sitting comfy on the plush muscles of Changbin’s tits. So surprise him with a kiss that takes his breath away, kiss him till he’s moaning. Kiss his neck and his collarbone, leave a few marks if you can and then feast on his tits and nipples. It’s not a snack, it’s a whole ass banquet you can gorge on. If you bite his chest, I’m sure he would moan, can’t even be quiet, doesn’t matter who can hear. Suckle his nipples and call him Mommy and the world might end.

But on a less tender note, use his tits as handles when you ride him. Press your fingers into the plush muscle and use the grab for leverage. Having him under you it’s already a divine sight, but seeing his muscles give under your grip, moving up and down each time you rise and drop on him, it’s paradise on Earth. Leave the impression of your nails on his chest, half moons reminding him who he belongs to. And if he’s particularly pliant and docile? Slap his tits, tell him how slutty he looks like this, tits bouncing and lips open around a moan. Pinch his nipples, make him arch his back so he can have more, make him cum like this and he’ll sleep for the next 10 hours…

hey so… whAT TGE FUCK?

someone send help. i’m not okay. send in the medics. they need to resuscitate me. shock my heart back to a rhythm. i’m banging my head against the wall repeatedly.

are you guys seeing this? do you see his back muscles? his everywhere muscles!? but like his back muscles flexing when he- when he zips up the glove thing. i— i need help. i need therapy. i need medication. i need a nap. i need some GRASS. oh my god dude.

the way he could protect me..? the way he could shield me and take care of me. i need him. i love him so bad.

82. You’re not wearing a bra + Chan

You just brought him, Changbin and Jisung some instant ramen, otherwise they’d forget to eat again. The room is too warm, hours of laptops and other devices overworking, plus three grown man acting like kids. Removing your sweatshirt is the next logical move, as you’re wearing a loose shirt underneath. Chris’s loose shirt. According to the glare Chan’s sending your way, you might as well just have killed a puppy. You raise an eyebrow, asking what’s wrong. He moves his eyes, down and back up, then he looks his friends. “Uh?” Toh really can’t understand why he’s being weird, but you got distracted by a joke Jisung just made. After a few minutes, even Changbin and Jisung sense that something’s wrong, because Chris is awfully quiet and sulking. Thinking you two had a fight, they leave the room with an excuse, giving you the chance to talk.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“It’s- you-“ Chris stutters and then point both his hands towards your chest, in an explanation. The shirt is loose on you, but not enough to hide completely your boobs. Like this, the curve of your tits is clear but not too noticeable if you’re not looking.

“What?”

“You’re not wearing a bra. They can see your tits!”

You try to hide your smile, but it’s too hard. Your boyfriend is so sweet and so cute. “Are you jealous, my baby?” He shakes his head, murmuring a ‘no’ (he’s a lying liar - his pout is proof enough). You walk to him to stand between his patted legs as he’s sitting on his chair, caress his cheek and pass your fingers between his curls, reassuring him. He has zero reasons to be jealous.

He looks around, and taking advantage of the absence of the others, he rests his head on your chest, then he nuzzles his face between your boobs. “I love them so much”, he says and now you really can’t hold back your laugh. He rest his chin on your sternum, looking up to you from his lower position. “Only I can get to see them, right?” You nod and leave a chaste kiss on his nose, “only yours”. He nods as much as he can in this position, then moves his face just a little, just enough to use his tongue to try and find your nipple to tease it and see it harden under his attention. He sucks it between his soft fat lips and sucks, making you squirm and sending an electrical shiver directly down your core, and leaving a dark patch of saliva on your (his) shirt.