kpop imagines//specials

Not when you decide to look over at him, only to find that his arms are wrapped around a new girl. You roll your eyes. “I fucked him Yunjin. That’s what I did.”

You expect the gasps in horror and “I told you to stay away from him”, “he’s literally a manwhore!” but Yunjin only rolls her eyes making you blink rapidly in shock. “What? I already know you guys are fuckbuddies babe, that doesn’t explain why he’s been attached to your hip the past three hours. Until, well, now.”

You snap your fingers. “You noticed it too right? It’s weird! It feels like he’s jealous but then he goes and sucks another girls face right in front of me—God.” You cut off your tyrant as you feel the sudden urge to vomit watching the girl and Yeonjun get more and more handsy right across from you.

You don’t miss Yunjin’s mutter as she drags your hopeless ass away from the scene, “Fucking manwhore.”

—

Of course the pious Choi Yeonjun, lining up with his behavior the entire night, pulled you by the wrist to a quote secluded area at the party. It’s dark but not entirely…private.

Yet you always fall back into it, you’re always in his arms, despite the setting, not anyone else’s despite being far from exclusive. It’s not your fault he finds you when you’re most horny. Which is why he has you pinned against the wall as he fucks you with the same, if not more eagerness in him.

“Shh baby, we don’t want an audience now do we?” he whispers, taking the lead—you blink away tears, slightly making out the dyed hair had plastered onto his forehead.

You nod frantically as his hand pressed over your mouth, no doubt smudging your lipstick, slowly slips. You squeeze your eyes shut when he rolls his hips against you, thrusting sharply into you, making you slightly jolt up against the wall.

“No, no don’t shut up completely, wanna hear you. Moan my name princess. Only for my ears.” he slurs, the tipsiness evident in his voice.

“Yeonjun.” you gasp for air, “Yeonjun—no, f-fuck.”

“What?” he breathes, busying himself with pressing kisses all over your neck, stably holding you up against the wall with his arms, pressing his body flush against yours.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

It’s like he didn’t expect the sudden aggression, pausing his hungry attack to your neck for a second—until you feel his lips curl up into what you assume to be a smile against your skin again. He’ll always be a cocky prick.

You feel his breath fan, as he picks up a more rhythmic speed. “Hm?” he hums, like he’s innocent. Sly fox.

You scratch at his back, curling his shirt’s fabric into your hand, breath hitching the more he hits a spot, like he’s brutally digging into your cervix. “Don’t—don’t act dumb. Pulling me away like a child from Juyeon like that was so-” suddenly, he drives his cock further, having your body bounce like a fucking ragdoll. It’s like he’s trying to shut you up.

“It was so—mmf-embarrassing.” you manage to mewl, trying not to let yourself fall into a headspace.

“Aw. Was it?” he mocks, scoffing, hand slipping down to rub at your clit, making your legs weak like jelly all the more as they tremble to keep wrapped around his waist. “You know what’s embarrassing? Everyone knowing you’re mine yet you still having the audacity to whore yourself out.”

You gasp, scandalized—though the shock doesn’t linger on for too long—not when he’s practically splitting you open.

He hides his face between the junction of your neck and shoulder, suddenly biting down having your body jolt in pain— you let out a string of hissed curses. “Laughing at every dumb joke Juyeon makes? You know he’s not even that funny right?”

His tongue licks, then he sucks, over and over again.

“God, and then slapping his shoulder, smiling at him like he’s the shit.” He dryly laughs, getting rough the faster he rubs, “So fucking annoying.”

“Yeonjun.”

It’s like he knows what you’re going to say, and he’s trying his absolute hardest from getting you to say it, so he immediately presses his lips against yours, your moans drowned out against his. It’s sloppy, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses you, again and again and again, finding your hands to intertwine with his, pinning it against the wall. It’s so…oddly intimate.

You don’t get it, you don’t. The last time you had seen him, he was about to fuck a girl right then and there for all to see then the next he’s pulling you away like an angry boyfriend who caught his girlfriend cheating.

In fact, this isn’t even the first time. Hes always acted like a boyfriend, so much so everyone was sure you guys were together for a period of time before he was off fucking some other bitch again.

It …pisses you off.

Your orgasm washes over you, the tightening finally snapping as you finally get to breathe, heaving, seeing white as you catch your breath while simultaneously feeling Yeonjun cum in you, again. Was that the issue? Letting him keep doing that? Was that your first mistake?

“Fuck, that was nice.” He says, out of breath, staying inside for a couple more seconds before finally slipping out of you.

But you’re out of it, staring at the ground. “Hey, you good?” he asks, as he pulls up his pants. “Want me to get tissues real qui-”

“Yeonjun. We’re not exclusive.”

He pauses for a second.

Then, he laughs, buckling his jeans, “No shit?”

“So…why do you act like we are?”

it all happened so fast.

one minute, you were chatting with three of your most wonderful students in your office, and the very next, they had you sprawled out on top of your desk.

your heart was speeding. though you attempted to wrestle your way out of their less than gentle embraces, you couldn’t even take one of them, let alone all three. while somebody was keeping your hands still, another was holding you by the legs.

jeno, who had his palm flat over your mouth, only watching your moist, fearfully wide eyes, leaned into your ear and whispered, “scream and we’ll saw your tongue off.”

when he dropped his palm, you sucked in a breath, face tensing with tears as you willed yourself to be compliant. your head was spinning, dizzy with shock. what was happening to you was unfathomable. these boys were some of your favorite students, the ones who never failed to perform magnificently on the exams, and were sparkling in class.

you felt betrayed, in a way. even your worst-performing student wouldn’t stoop this low, and in the midst of your fright, you wondered what you had done to deserve the atrocity that was today. if there was anybody that you could count on to make you feel as if your dedication to this job wasn’t completely useless, it was these boys.

haechan was standing just shy of you, eyes fixed to that knee-length skirt he loved watching you wear. jeno chuckled when he noticed where his friend’s gaze had fallen, because he found himself glancing there too, but usually when you were facing away from your students.

he always thought about getting you naked, seeing your ass without anything to hinder his view. more often than not, jeno fisted himself to the thought of stuffing your ass full of his thick cock, wondering if anybody had ever fucked you there.

snapping out of his imagination, haechan approached you, shoving your long skirt closer to your hips. instinctively, the first thing you did was try to protect yourself, but jaemin grabbed you and ceased all control. you slumped, whimpering defeatedly, “boys, please stop. you know that i have a husband.”

haechan snickered, amused that that was the card you chose to play. “didn’t really look like you cared about your husband when you were fucking my dad,” he retorted.

rather than beat even quicker, it felt as if your heart stilled. “what?”

jeno laughed boisterously. “would you look at that. she thinks you don’t know.”

“that’s right, baby,” haechan replied menacingly, nothing affectionate about his tone, in spite of the pet name. “you run your mouth and we’ll make sure the whole school knows that you can’t stop spreading your legs for my father.”

donning the sweetest tone, jaemin crooned in your ear, “and you wouldn’t want that, right, sweetheart? you wouldn’t want mr. lee to know that his wife isn’t satisfied with just his cock, is she now?”

it felt as if the whole world was crumbling beneath your feet. haechan was johnny’s son, the offspring of the man you had been hooking up with behind your husband’s back, and now he and his friends were threatening to expose your affair if you refused to let them have their way with you.

your lips were trembling. this is all your fault, you chided to yourself. if you could’ve just been a faithful wife, a committed woman, none of this would be happening. they would have nothing against you, nothing that would stop you from reporting to the highest figure of authority. but you had too much at stake.

though you were no stranger to jeno’s short patience, you had never seen it manifest quite like this before, gripping your hair so roughly you whimpered in a blend of pain and shock. he growled, “he asked you a question. i shouldn’t have to tell you that that called for an answer.”

“no,” you replied shakily.

jeno’s grip only tightened and he pressed, “no, what?”

“no, i don’t want him to know…,” you trailed, because it was humiliating to repeat back aloud, but jeno was still gazing at you expectantly. “that i’m not satisfied with just his cock.”

“see, that wasn’t so hard. don’t be a little bitch and make things more complicated than they have to be,” jeno said, releasing his hold on your hair. you would’ve fallen back had not jaemin been there to catch you, only to then grab the little buttons on your blouse. “we’re doing you a favor, really. it’s a three for one deal. a little whore like you should be excited.”

but you didn’t want them, you didn’t even want your husband. you wanted johnny. it made you wonder how they knew of the affair, because haechan seemed oblivious only a couple of weeks ago. he referred to you as some fucking nurse johnny had flirted with, not his molecular biology professor.

for fuck’s sake, you were a solid decade older than them. granted, johnny was at least a decade older than you, though there was a discernible difference between the age gap between the two of you and the gap between you and your undergraduate students. 

your button-up blouse finally came undone and jaemin didn’t waste a breath before he snatched off your bra, eager to suck your breasts into his mouth. you gasped out when he did, his tongue darting around your nipples. in the same way, haechan yanked your panties off, cupping between your legs without a second thought.

never in your life had you felt more defenseless, powerless. stripped of all autonomy and forced to let other people have their wicked ways with you. you felt nothing short of violated and it made you sick to your stomach, gut tossing and churning with reproach.

through your stinging eyes, blurry with hot tears, you watched haechan sink to his knees in front of your desk. you weren’t particularly enthusiastic about how exposed you were, your breasts out and your skirt bunched just above your thighs. it felt like the closest thing to walking around the plaza half-naked.

obviously, you felt more watched than you would’ve had it just been one of them, but you were at the mercy of three guys that were paying a godawful amount of attention to your bare figure. jaemin was fixed to your perky chest and jeno was watching haechan situate himself between your legs, holding them open for his friend in case you wanted to be defiant.

“haechan, i don’t want this,” you whined, wiping your face with the back of your hand. 

“that’s too bad, baby.” haechan wasn’t even looking at you, gaze locked on your pussy, like that was what you were reduced to. “don’t worry, it’ll feel good.”

you sucked in another gasp when his mouth angled towards your pussy without affording you a notice in advance, your body’s natural instinct being to shut your legs, but jeno was still holding them in place and he was infinitely stronger than you. with the vigorous training that it took to be a member of the campus’ athletic teams, it came to you as no shock, but you were heavily disappointed.

haechan’s tongue singled out your clit while he lapped at you, ravenous. the second he saw you on the first day of class, he knew that he had to have you. so when he found out that you were sleeping with his father, cheating on your husband with haechan’s dad of all people, he became furious. 

neither you or johnny were as good at keeping secrets as you thought yourselves to be. on more than one occasion, haechan saw you leaving their house. every now and then, he would see your name on his father’s phone. and it wasn’t fair. if anybody could please you, if anybody could bring you to heaven and back, it was the boy with his head buried between your legs.

as if matters couldn’t get any worse, haechan actually seemed to know what he was doing. though you would never admit it to his face, the way he was sucking at your bundle of nerves had you throbbing, pulsing involuntarily around nothing. you whimpered and whined, but chewed on your bottom lip to stifle the noise.

jaemin chuckled so quietly it was barely audible, but said nothing as of right now, cupping your tits in his palms and squeezing. his patience was much less limited than jeno’s, who was currently shifting out of his boxers, freeing his raging hard cock. you saw him in the corner of your misty eyes, noticing how rigid and thick his cock was, but said nothing.

what you didn’t expect, though probably should have seen coming, was for him to start jacking himself to the sight of you being mishandled. haechan wasn’t the only one that couldn’t stop thinking about from the moment you locked eyes. matter of fact, that mutual pining was the common denominator of this little team.

all three of them were sick in the head, out of their minds obsessed with you. you would have expected some lethal kind of rivalry to develop out of that, but instead, they were much more menacing about it. they were helping each other get what they wanted.

you were a little overwhelmed from all the attention and jeno wasn’t even touching you, but just knowing that he was stroking his cock for you was more than a little unnerving. jaemin’s hands were so strangely gentle, setting a pattern as he groped you, all the while haechan was eating you out vigorously.

“pretty, pretty. so pretty when you cry,” jaemin sang in a way that could’ve been kind, if you ignored the nature of what was happening to you. then, like he knew your secret and was implying that he wouldn’t tell, he whispered for only your ears, “pretty when you lie, too.”

it wasn’t fair. you didn’t want to like this, just like how you didn’t want to be aroused. but when haechan pushed a pair of fingers inside of your pussy you gushed and tightened around his digits. you were so unstill, it drove him mad, prompting him to go harder.

your brain was empty but racing all the while, thinking, this is so fucking wrong. you were fucking his father, for crying out loud, and even that was wrong. you didn’t care then, so according to their logic, it shouldn’t have made a difference now.

haechan and jeno’s grunts blended into one giant cacophony of sound, haechan moaning with a mouthful of pussy because he couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted and your pussy was spasming around his digits, whereas jeno was grunting because he thought you were most beautiful right now when you were deprived of all control.

blood was pumping quicker than ever through your veins, your heart screaming for survival. you weren’t even remotely in control of your own body anymore, seized not only by your three reckless students, but the pleasure burning through you like wildfire.

your office, that was typically admirably ventilated, seemed to hot to breathe in. but your breaths became quicker and shorter, as if there was no space in your lungs, and you started to feel the sweat cooling down your back, reminding you of how naked you were.

haechan was so hard, stiffening in his pants the longer he watched you start to unravel, and he could’ve probably gotten off just from making you cum. you were grinding your hips against his mouth, and his long, slender fingers that were surely getting you there. you might not have wanted to confess the truth, but your body couldn’t lie.

“she’s so close,” jeno commented with a chuckle, addressing you as if you weren’t even there. “fuck, i am too.”

a hole of negative emotions opened then and there and swallowed you whole, namely guilt and humiliation. you didn’t want haechan to make you cum, you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of bringing you pleasure, but that ship had already sailed. 

nonetheless, you parted your lips and begged in between shaky moans, “haechan, stop. please, i’m begging you!”

“he’s not going to stop, sweetheart,” jaemin crooned, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “don’t you see? he can’t get enough of your pretty pussy. you should feel so good about yourself.”

few things in life had ever made you feel this conflicted. on the one hand, this was degrading on way too many levels and you felt forcibly stripped of all of your dignity. but on the other, deep down inside, the sight of haechan with his head between your thighs as he licked and sucked at your cunt was inexplicably arousing.

and that did it for you. you tried to fight it, you really did, but your orgasm completely blindsided you, taking you by the reins and going to town. your lips parted in a cry of haechan’s name, your thighs trembling and heat striking through you like lightning as you gripped onto jaemin for dear life.

haechan continued to go down on you after you orgasmed, just until you finished more or less riding his face, going limp against your desk with only jaemin to keep you upright. you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. all the blood was rushing to your head and your heart was thumping in your ears.

haechan finally pulled back, licking your arousal off of his lips and the corners of his mouth in a way that made your core throb emptily, then asked, “did you like it, dr. lee?”

your ears burned and you said nothing, because there was nothing that needed to be said. your answer was in the way your chest heaved like unstill waters, your fingers still holding onto jaemin’s shirt. like you thought you would collapse if you had nothing to anchor yourself.

jaemin took one glance at you and scoffed, “i think she loved it, man.”

there was something so smug in haechan’s stare, like he just knew that he had you.

when haechan moved, jeno came between your spread legs, still holding his cock while he stroked himself to climax in front of you. like it would never be satisfied, your pussy continued to throb at the sounds you were indirectly plucking out of him, culminating in one deep, guttural growl when he came, shooting his load on your cunt.

though you were (thank god) on birth control, him orgasming there still made you feel iffy. you could feel it trickling down into your hole and hated how eager it seemed to be filled. for half a second, you were convinced that was the worst that could happen.

imagine your shock when jaemin abandoned your boobs, soft and supple as they were, and shifted between your thighs next. you didn’t know what to expect when you noticed him move, they enjoyed keeping you guessing, but it definitely wasn’t for jaemin to lick at your release-stained pussy.

you gasped, “jaemin!”

the sound of him sucking and licking at your clit was lewd, and there were long, damp lines being made with his flattened tongue. while you were appalled, the others watched in amusement how jaemin unabashedly more or less ate jeno’s cum from your hole in a disturbing licking pattern. because where it was a nightmare for you, it was just one giant game to them.

to say nothing of the fact that you had only just orgasmed, sensitive. your thighs couldn’t handle the stimulation and you let out a breath of relief when his mouth separated from you, only for him to stand and force his lips against yours. you resisted, jolting away from him, but your attempts to evade him were in vain.

jaemin didn’t even need to grab your face to keep you still, because there was nowhere for you to hide. it was a disgusting, messy kiss, given that you were adamant on pushing him off. only so much of it was your fault though. jaemin liked it messy, liked how repulsed you were. he liked the grimace you were sporting and the blend of jeno’s cum and saliva dribbling down your chin. the damp spots of his saliva on your cheek from your attempts to dodge him and where his tongue pressed against you instead.

it was nauseating to you. you could taste jeno’s cum on your tongue, even though his cock hadn’t been anywhere near your mouth. the the taste just wouldn’t go away.

jaemin, at last, pulled back, though only to laugh at the look on your face. “aw, don’t make that face. you liked it, right?”

you parted your lips to deny him, but jaemin saw it coming and just kissed you again, not one to take no for an answer.

“okay, move your ass,” haechan said after a minute of watching you squirm. you never realized how strong jaemin was.

jaemin frowned, but moved out of the way. not because haechan told him to, but because he had something equally devious running through his brain.

you were baffled when you noticed haechan returning between your thighs, because he should’ve already had his fill. then, you noticed that he had freed his cock from his boxers in the time jaemin spent sucking on your tongue, and swallowed the lump in your throat.

you let out a cry of shock when they spread you over your desk the long way, carelessly toppling over your belongings, and yanked your skirt off your body completely. you were utterly naked, and there was no bit of you they hadn’t seen.

haechan positioned himself behind you, lining himself up at your entrance. there was so much terror in your body at the moment, scared not only for what was to come, but of liking it too.

“please,” you begged, trying to negotiate once more. “you boys should fool around with someone your own age.”

haechan snickered, as if that was funny. he probably thinks it is. “maybe, but where’s the fun in that?”

your jaw slacked when his first thrust drew a pitched cry from the back of your throat. he wasn’t even half as patient as his father would be to sheathe himself completely. johnny would take his time, wallowing in your wetness just before slowly but steadily filling you, inch by fucking inch. haechan, on the other hand, went straight for the kill.

but to your horror, you were soaked enough for him to slip right in smoothly, to say nothing of jeno’s leftover cum facilitating the process. haechan was girthy like johnny too, in spite of all of their stark differences, and you hated that it was so familiar how he was stretching you out.

“wait,” you whimpered, fingers clamping aggressively against the edges of your desk. “haechan, please. you don’t need to do this.”

irritated, jeno nudged jaemin, groaning, “will you shut her up already?”

“gladly,” jaemin chirped, a devilish little smile tugging at his lips.

you lifted your head up when you heard jaemin approaching the side of your desk that you were facing, watching him shuffle out of his pants and boxers, and you quickly started to flail. haechan grabbed your neck, lowered his head, and hissed, “behave, or we’ll have to tell the class that their favorite professor is just a slutty little whore.” 

you stilled, remembering what was at stake. it wasn’t just your career, but johnny’s too. the second it got out that the two of you were involved in an affair, you knew you would both have to answer for your sins.

when jaemin finally got his underwear off, lengthy hard cock standing angrily against his stomach, he positioned himself beside your mouth and crooned, “say ‘ah.’”

“i don’t want to,” you whimpered.

jeno crept over, evidently disgruntled, and there was a resounding smack when his palm landed flat against your cheek. “one more thing from you and your husband’s gonna get a nice surprise in his email,” he warned.

defeated, you silently opened your mouth, letting jaemin push himself to the back of your throat. he let out a pleasant little sigh, eyes fluttering closed, paying no attention to the tears dripping down your cheeks. your mouth was too warm for him to a give damn whether or not you wanted this, to care about what you were feeling.

all the while, haechan’s hands were bruising your hips with the merciless grip he had of them. unlike you, his moans were unrestrained, never shy to reveal the ecstasy making his blood pump and his dick throb. you were so wet, so tight, everything he imagined tenfold. his father didn’t deserve you, not in his opinion. everything johnny could do, haechan was certain that he could do better, even if you didn’t want to confess.

even if he was a lot less caring than his dad would present. you didn’t know johnny, not like you thought. the dark side haechan had didn’t just come out of nowhere. though you would never realize, there was a clear reason why haechan was so sick in the head, especially when it came to you. why he took great delight in forcing you over your desk, stuffing you full of his cock and listening to you cry, struggling to hide that you loved his cock.

“dad doesn’t love you, you know,” haechan said none too gently, snickering from between your legs. “i hope you realize you’re just another easy whore. not the first, not the last.”

there was so much going on that you were hoping you could somehow detach yourself from the brutal reality. not only was your body overloaded, but your mind and soul, ripping a hole right through all that you thought to be true.

it was all too fucking much. “your mouth feels so good,” jaemin exhaled, a hand tangled through your hair.

“you should feel her pussy. she’s so fucking wet, dude. and she thinks we’re going to buy that she’s not begging for this,” haechan replied, completely degrading. 

jaemin chuckled breathlessly. you were sucking it out of him, against your will or not. “yeah, i can hear how wet she is.”

jeno said nothing, but you were already too overwhelmed to notice his absence in the conversation. he was engrossed in thought, waiting with staggering patience for his own turn. which wasn’t typical for him at all. he swore, when he was done with you, you weren’t even going to think for weeks. 

between haechan’s twisted smack of his hips against yours and the way jaemin was unabashedly using your mouth to get off, you couldn’t decide which was more brutal. torture was torture, but if it was meant to be so bad, there shouldn’t have been moans slipping from your mouth uncontrollably. there shouldn’t have been a familar weight sitting in the pit of your stomach, waiting to wreck you.

“i know you love this,” haechan said, maybe projecting just a little, but the body didn’t lie and he could feel you tightening. “i know you love this fucking dick. wish i could hear you say it, baby.”

“that can be arranged,” jaemin quipped, but it took you by surprise when he actually pulled his cock from your mouth. “c’mon, angel. tell haechan how much you love his dick.”

your face flushed with humiliation, but you knew what would happen if you failed to comply. “i...,” you started, hesitant. “i love your dick, haechan.”

haechan smacked your ass, making you stifle a scream. “again.”

you cried out, “i love your dick!”

“i know,” haechan said, sickeningly confident in himself. “i also know that you’re about to cum.”

it was maddening that your husband of ages could hardly even get you off these days but some students in your class were recognizing the signs in record time. you were also ashamed with yourself for being so aroused, for needing to orgasm this badly, but you forfeited control of yourself moments ago.

jaemin had enough and once his dick started to twitch desperately, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, chasing relief for the raging hard-on you’d given him. rather than you sucking him off, it was more of him relentlessly fucking your throat, not stopping when you gagged.

and it wasn’t long before the three of you ultimately came, like a chain of dominoes collapsing after each other. this orgasm was just as powerful as the one that came before, the room reeling as your screams were muffled against jaemin’s stiff cock. your whole body was a thousand degrees hotter. jaemin’s warm cum releasing in your mouth while haechan’s seeped deeply into your pussy.

although you tried to swallow jaemin’s cum, per his request, some of it dripped onto the floor. you were terrified of leaving evidence of this encounter, wishing you would’ve gulped it all back, but then you felt haechan’s cum leaking out of you and your priorities shifted.

“my turn,” jeno said, though that was a given. you were confused when he started to spread haechan’s cum over your asshole, though for the longest you could feel his stare burning through your backside.

baffled, and maybe somewhat startled, you asked, “jeno, what are you doing?”

“shut the fuck up,” jeno snapped belligerently, smacking his palm harshly against your cunt. you cried out in pain, unexpecting. “i’m tired of hearing your voice. just take it.”

but nothing could have prepared you for what was to come. nothing could have prepared you for the merciless way he penetrated your ass, effectively knocking the wind out of you. you felt like you couldn’t breathe, as if all the air in the sky was stolen and hid in this little box somewhere.

you wanted to scream, you wanted to beg for forgiveness for whatever you had done, but no sound would come from your mouth. there was only instant tears, your hands gripped the rim of your desk for purchase. the makeup you were wearing was ruined ages ago, but it had to have looked despicable now, because you were sobbing harder than ever.

“poor thing.” jaemin frowned, pretending to be compassionate. that was something he was good at, you realized. he had you fooled until you saw how recklessly he fucked your throat, and you came to accept they were all too alike.

“she’ll be, fuck, fine,” jeno groaned, careless. he was the roughest of the bunch, the most antagonistic. “this hole is so fucking tight.”

jeno was pressing you against the desk harder than haechan had, roughly mishandling you. it was obvious that jeno didn’t see you as his equal. when it came to you, all he gave a damn about was passing your class and fucking your ass.

never in your life had anyone ever fucked you there before, and the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. you were so repulsed, choking on your own feelings as they killed you slowly. the pain was unbearable, making it impossible to remain still, but that didn’t matter when jeno had you borderline flattened.

it was almost awe-inducing how he held you down with ease, regardless of how strong you thought you were and how violently you were reacting. it was the closest thing to being split open. pitiful little noises escaped you, but you bit them back, because the last thing you wanted was to get caught. somehow, though, the shock was more agonizing than the pain itself.

your agonized whimpers and jeno’s husky grunts made an awkward cacophony. if there was any of them that got off to your helplessness, you knew it was all of them, but jeno had to wallow in it more than either of them.

haechan and jaemin were stroking their cocks to the sight of you being ravaged to the point of total destruction. there were plenty of times in your life where you felt nothing short of broken, but this was a different variant, a kind from which you knew that you would never recover.

jeno couldn’t believe his thick cock was even fitting into your tight, flexing asshole, though then again, whatever you thought you couldn’t take, jeno would make you do. your body was for his own personal amusement. he leveraged himself deeper and deeper, groaning and laughing, using you to his advantage. because what jeno wanted, he always got. every time without fail. obviously, you were no exception to this pattern, even if it was to your own dismay.

your lip was bleeding from how frequently you were biting. all you wanted was to protect your reputation. you had things to lose, things you knew jeno would steal away from you in a heartbeat, because all he did was take.

“she’s such a damn whore, fuck. she should be grateful i’m fucking her,” jeno hissed, aggressive.

given how much you had heard adjacent statements in the past hour, you were starting to believe them, no matter how disparaging they were. you were accepting the cold truth, that this was your punishment for being unfaithful.

quickening his pace, jeno continued, “i’ve never wanted to fuck that nasty little pussy of hers. not when everybody’s been inside of it. but i can tell she’s never had this ass stretched before.”

his words were hurting more than his cruel movements, and you didn’t understand the science behind that. you whined, “jeno.” please, have mercy, was what you wanted to say, but you knew there was no point.

jeno squeezed your neck, cutting off your ability to inhale, and you felt every nerve in your body start to panic. “for the umpteenth time, shut the fuck up. no one’s fucking talking to you, bitch.”

you quieted, face tensing with delirious pain. 

“pathetic if you ask me,” haechan added, breath shaky. “her husband’s dick isn’t good enough for her, so she fucks my dad, and now that we give her three more, she still has the audacity to complain.”

jaemin snorted. “textbook cockslut.”

you wanted to speak, you were desperate to defend your honor and identity, but you had already said enough and you were lucky that they hadn’t already decided to expose you to the whole planet. you had no defenses against them, nothing in your arsenal. 

“begging us to stop, but she won’t stop fucking cumming. needy little bitch,” jeno chided, though judging from his breathlessness, he was far from disgruntled.

jaemin chortled, his cock still close to your face, and it was making you mildly uncomfortable. “maybe we should send her back to the husband with some tips.”

“oh, i’ve got one,” haechan said, beaming with his usual mischief. “hold her down and use her little holes until you’re done.”

“yeah, looks like she loves that,” jaemin retorted. 

jeno quipped, “we should’ve recorded. maybe showed him a tutorial.”

haechan blew out a contented sigh. “well, there’s always next time.”

your heart was taut with fear at the thought of there being a next time, but the three of your students were grinning with excitement, as if they wholly anticipated reliving this moment in the not so distant future.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” jeno grunted, wanting to go even deeper, but there was nowhere for him to move. 

haechan hummed, reminiscing over how good it felt to cum inside of your throbbing pussy. how you milked the cum out of him, bled him dry. “shame she’s on birth control. i overheard her and my dad talking,” he replied, nonchalant. “imagine if we got her pregnant.”

“man, don’t talk like that,” jeno groaned. 

haechan glanced to jaemin, both of them snickering amongst each other. “dude, i was just kidding. don’t tell me that’s actually getting your dick hard.”

“fuck, i’m gonna…”

the most delicious growl came from the tip of jeno’s tongue when he released inside of your asshole, his brows scrunching together with pleasure. his hips finally grinded to a halt when he met his climax, dumping way too much of his load inside. you could feel his fingertips leaving marks that would indefinitely stain your skin, and you dreaded having to explain them to your husband.

when jeno finally pulled away from you, having had his fill for now, your body went limp against your desk. you could have moved, but you were too exhausted. sweat cooled down your back, chilling you to shudders, but there wasn’t a single thought in your head. all you could do was lie there, used and exploited, hoping that life would return to the way you knew it before they broke you.

because right now, it was bland. the only thing you could feel was the soreness in your legs and the cum dripping from your hole, numbing yourself to everything else.

there was so patronizing about the way jeno turned to you, asking with the slyest grin on his face, “did you like it, dr. lee?”

you let your mind wander, imagining how felix would sound above you, how he would smell, what he would say — so much so, that you had actually forgotten about your vendetta against the man, that you wore so proudly on your sleeve anyone would think you were a paid actor if they saw you that morning. your hands were between your thighs, manoeuvring your underwear from your sex, slick with your arousal, your fingers stroking your slit and smearing your aching clit with your slick. a small, content sigh left your mouth, cheek nuzzling against your pillow with your eyes closed blissfully. your eyes grew wide. you were not thinking about felix. that was not happening. you shrugged yourself off, springing out of bed and feeling straight towards your shower. a feeling of disgust settled in your gut, disgust with yourself for thinking about him and disgust towards the man of the hour himself. he was too arrogant, too sure of himself, and way too serious to ever, ever get with you. when pigs fly, sure. not a moment sooner.

considering that was the start to your day, you figured it could only go up from there. wrong.

felix was in a special mood today, finding any opportunity he could to make conversation with you or just exist near you. it was maddening. for the usual reasons, of course, but because you couldn't stop yourself from wondering how he was in bed. was he gentle or harsh? was he vocal, like how he was annoyingly chatty? whatever you tried to do to appease this insanity in your head, he was always one step ahead. always right behind the corner you were turning, or in front of you in the line to return whatever library book you convinced yourself you'd read. with every growing second you lost your patience, your sanity and your decorum. you were irritated, so much so you didn't even converse with your friends in the café nearby.

"so, are you all going to the party tonight?" what? you looked up from your mostly empty cup, "what party?" hyunjin laughed, of course he did — it was hyunjin, "the hottest party of the semester. keep up!" he wasn't serious, just a testy asshole. your eyes narrowed, "and why would i go to that?" it wasn't uncommon for you to attend parties, tending to show up for a few hours before getting bored and leaving, or being roped into driving the drunks home early because they couldn't walk straight. but you tended to stray from huge gatherings — there wasn't much to do unless you wanted to catch several sexual diseases. which, you didn't. hyunjin, ever the martyr, rolled his eyes at your response. "because i'm going, so im going to need my token virgin friend to come, too." your eyes went wide, mouth opening in a mixture of offence and shock. "hyunjin, i'm not a virgin — not that my sex life is any of your business — thank you very much."

"yes, you are." seungmin joined, matter-of-factly turning to you; seemingly taking a sudden interest in your conversation. hyunjin couldn't contain himself, letting out a loud cackle that drowned out amongst the busy chatter of the afternoon rush hour café. "why do you all care so much? if you're into me you can say, you know." you deflected, setting down your finished and now empty china cup. "we just don't like it when you get cocky and think you can lie to your best friends." hyunjin grinned. fuck him. "fuck you, man." you crossed your arms, collecting your things to start leaving. "anyway, i gotta go, see you assholes later." you stood up, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you looked at your friends still sat at the table.

"later? you're going, then?" seungmin caught on, of course. when did anything get past him? you sighed heavily, "yes, i'll go. because im nice and i know one of you are bound to get blackout drunk." hyunjin chuckled dryly, aware it was aimed at him, "not because a certain someone will be there?" he looked up at you. scowling, you answered quickly, "i don't care if felix goes – its not like i'll talk to that asshole." he raised a brow, "who said anything about felix?" you blinked, stunned. "oh whatever, fuck all you guys." you walked out quickly, determined to hide your deteriorating composure from your relentless friends, their laughter following you outside.

it was a house party. a very nice house, as a matter of fact. it was incredibly spacious, even when it was filled with probably a few hundred drunken college kids. the music was loud, so loud it reverberated in your bones, feeling the bass notes in your entire body, unwillingly thrumming along with the beat of the music. people were crowding around each other, yelling loudly in excitement and laughing over something that would probably be mundane if they were sober. although finding the location hard to navigate through, you had spotted hyunjin easily, noticing his bright red hair a mile away, even in such dim lighting. "have you had anything to drink, yet?" he asked you, a cup of whatever liquor he could find in his non-dominant hand. you shook your head, "i want to stay sober, i'm driving." hyunjin raised his brows at this, "what's the fun in that? live a little." he urged, elbowing you softly in your side. "hyunjin, i am driving." you repeated, level-headed. he only wanted you to relax, you knew that, but you wouldn't risk yours and others' safety for a night you won't remember and a pounding headache the next day. he shrugged, "you're no fun." he pouted, taking a gulp of his drink. "yeah, whatever. go ditch me to chat up some girl." you shooed him away, watching with a smile on your face as he left your company and scanned the huge room for a girl who looked somewhat sober.

"it's nice to see you here." your eye almost twitched. "what do you want, felix." you deadpanned, giving him an unamused look, glaring at him through your lashes. he chuckled, his chest moving from his stupidly attractive laugh, "aren't you chipper?" for fucks sake. "i'm not interested, felix. fuck off." it was so hard remaining indifferent, because no matter how annoying he was you still couldn't deny you were attracted to him. his brows furrowed slightly, "then i'm just going to have to convince you otherwise." you hate him. you hate him and his australian accent. you hate the way his hair falls on both sides of his head, giving him a halo effect because he was so fucking far from being angelic. you hate how persistent he was, you hated how easily he shook your insults off. you hated his smirk, you hated his obnoxiously loud laugh; everything about him irked you.

so why were you following him to the kitchen, your eyes boring holes in his toned back, but following where he went nonetheless. felix handed you a glass cup filled with a clear liquor, catching the light that hung above the both of you and reflecting it back to you. "cheers," he spoke, his voice smoky in such a unique way it gave you shivers. you held the glass rim to your lips. vodka. good vodka at that — someone here had taste. what happened to staying sober? how are you getting home, now? why on earth are you listening to felix? he grimaced at the taste, sharp and bitter on his tongue, no doubt. the warm, spicy aftertaste caught you off guard, urging you to take another sip to combat it.

felix leaned the outside of his forearms on the countertop, putting most his weight on his elbows as he stared at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "what?" you asked, setting your drink down to your right. his blank face didn't last long, an amused smile quickly being presented to you, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, "nothing, it's just, well, i think this is the longest conversation we've had with each other in.. what? two years?" he pondered. you scowled, "and whose fucking fault is that?" you barked, after taking a much needed gulp of your drink. felix's eyes widened, "i didn't mean it like that. fuck, 'm sorry." he winced, giving you what seemed like a genuinely apologetic look. fuck that, you're not falling for his act again. you shook your head, hand swiping at your half-drunken drink, preparing to leave without exchanging another word. that is, until felix's silver ring adorned hands rest on your hips, caging you in and suddenly inches away from your face. your spine straightens — from this proximity you can see his dilated pupils below his deep brown eyes. you blink, guiding your own gaze away from his. "what did i do to make you hate me?" he muttered, his eyes searching yours for any giveaway of your emotion. you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms grow clammy.

"you didn't pick up, felix. it's cruel to make me say this to you.." you answered, emotion catching in your throat against your will. it seemed two years worth of upset caught up to you in a single moment, surrounded by most of your drunken peers. your hands bend behind you, grabbing onto the island you were caged onto, desperate to hold onto something to appease your racing heart. felix's brows knitted together, his eyes narrowing, "i didn't pick up..?" you were in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? you don't even remember what happened?" your heart felt as it it was being crushed, blinking any obvious sign of tears away from your likely glassy eyes. felix's gaze softened, "hey.. don't cry. i'm sorry for being such an idiot," his voice was gentle, caring almost. "after that night i called you and you didn't pick up. i really thought we had something special, but i guess not. now, let me go." you said, though gritted teeth. felix looked as if he didn't follow. was he that unbothered? "you didn't call me back. i didn't hear anything from you for days and when i tried talking to you.." he licked his lips, deciding on the right words, "you've been like this ever since." he muttered, the tips of his ears reddening.

your eyebrows lowered, jaw clenching. "yes." you paused, "i fucking did." you urged. "i wouldn't lie to you about this — you didn't call me." felix answered. how was he that sure of himself? you were done with this, with felix, with this fucking back and forth conversation as if you were fucking fourteen. your hand went to your back pocket to pull out your phone, ignoring felix when he asked what you were doing, determined to scroll back in your contacts to show him the phone call he's so sure he didn't receive. you'll fucking show him. "what's this, then?" you presented your phone screen to him, watching as his expression turned from confused to shocked. thought so. "that isn't my number." he looked up, eyes locked onto yours. "what." you deadpanned, in disbelief. did you seriously hold a two year grudge over a wrong number? felix couldn't help the laugh that escaped his pink lips, his nose scrunching up and his body physically rocking from the strength of his chuckles. lost for words, you followed his lead, letting your own defeated laughter hit your ears. you put your phone away, hand coming up to hold your mouth as your laugh died down.

"i'm such a fucking moron." you shook your head, mildly embarrassed and partially relieved. "on the bright side, at least i'm not an asshole who won't return phone calls," felix's hand released the grip on your waist, moving to run through his hair and brush it out of his eyes. you chuckled dryly, "lucky you," the smile on your face was undeniable, a weight being released from your shoulders. although the incident was imaginary water under an imaginary bridge, you still harboured those volatile feelings of hate towards felix. maybe it was because you were drunk, or because you still remember how he bothered you non-stop for months? you weren't sure. you looked him up and down, he'd changed a lot. and in a good way, too. he gained a bit of muscle, and let his hair grow out like you suggested that night many months ago. he looked good, you had to admit that you wanted him all over again. he'd changed so much you're sure he's improved in bed, too.

"there you ar— oh?" both of your heads darted to see hyunjin, stumbling and flushed and hair a mess, his jacket gone and his shirt no longer tucked in. suddenly aware of your compromising position, felix stepped back and let you move, going over to hyunjin without a second word. oddly enough, you were displeased that you no longer felt his hand on your hip, steadying your body and warming you up at the same time. "you need a ride home?" you asked, pressing the backs of your hands to his red hot cheeks. he nodded slowly, a grimace on his face. "get seungmin to do it, i've been drinking," you explained, leading him out of the kitchen to where you knew seungmin would be. "is that why you were actually talking to felix? as in: your mortal enemy felix? as in: the man who we all know you have a thing for felix?" hyunjin all but taunted. you felt blessed when you saw seungmin's brown mop of hair, bobbing as he threw the ping-pong ball into the cup on the table. "take him home, will you?" you motioned to hyunjin, who was bouncing a stray ball on the table rather unceremoniously. seungmin raised a brow, "i thought you were driving?" you huffed, "yes. well — no, i-i mean, i was supposed to, but i've been drinking, so i can't." you spluttered. he nodded slowly in understanding, "don't worry, it's good you're finally letting loose." he smiled at you, before turning to hyunjin, "come on, you drunk."

and with that, you were alone once more. until you weren't. "are you playing in seungmin's place?" jisung asked you. he and you weren't exactly close, but you shared a few mutual friends and the same literary class a year back. you shook your head, a dopey smile on your face, "ah, no, sorry, i'm no good at beer pong." you explained with a small shrug. jisung gave you a quizzical look, "so what? c'mere, play with me and i'll show you," he moved to the side, giving you room to squeeze in. figuring you have nothing better to do, you press your side against his, noticing the way his free arm snakes around your waist. you had never been this close to him before, but he was actually quite cute. he had chubby cheeks, rounding out his face and making his eyes look even softer and bigger, his skin was bronzed and warm, and he had a habit of puckering his pink, round lips when he concentrated. once it was your turn, you scooped a ball in the palm of your hand and held it up to the opposing side's cups. they didn't have many left, but your team was still in the lead. jisung's hand wrapped around your wrist, helping you line it up with changbin and minho's two remaining cups, his fingers brushing against yours as he muttered in your ear how to throw it to ensure a win.

it was actually thrilling, watching the other team discuss the best technique to land a ping-pong ball into your cup, despite how boring you initially assumed it was. you felt your heartbeat quicken when they missed all three chances, now up to you and jisung to land their last cup. once more, he pressed himself into your back, feeling his bulge against your ass and his breath on the nape of your neck, the palm of his hand climbing up your extended arm, adjusting your position and murmuring words of encouragement in your ear. he gave you butterflies; intentionally or not, they were there and mixed with the alcohol in your system, you felt fucking invincible. when you actually landed the ball in their cup, you were overjoyed. you and jisung triumphed, holding onto each other and jumping frantically while changbin and minho groaned in dismay. jisung's lips were on yours. he was kissing you. and you kissed back. he was good at it, too, his lips were warm and wet from the beer. you broke apart, wide eyed and breath frantic.

"do you wanna dance?" jisung asked, his voice uncertain, breathy and so fucking cute. you weren't entirely sure, but you realised you had nothing else to do. shrugging, you took his hand in yours, "why not?" you smiled, noticing his black painted nails. it was hot, you couldn't deny that, your grip on his hand tightening at the thoughts running rampant in your borderline tipsy mind. he beamed, his round lips parting to let his white teeth peek through his pink mouth. the impromptu dance floor wasn't too far away, being in the centre of the house and surrounded by crowds of people. you couldn't tell what the song was exactly, but it had a latin feel to it, heavy on the electric guitar and fast paced, yet still erotic enough to get your body moving sensually. jisung stood behind you, his hands on your waist, pinky fingers touching the swell of your hips, holding onto you as you swayed from left to right, your own hands holding onto his arms, painfully aware of the curve of his bicep and the bulge of his veins.

you felt every inch of him, his toned chest flush against your back, his pelvis rocking into your ass each time you rolled and danced to the music. you twisted in his arms, face to face with each other, the both of you grinning like idiots, every sense of logic lost in his doe eyes, noticing the way his warm, bronze skin glowed in the dim lights. you let him sway you, your hands resting above his shoulders, not so subtly fondling his bicep muscles. his face angled down to look at you, his wet lips catching your eye, leaning into his already tiny bubble of space to press another kiss to his lips, in which he happily returned, his lips lining up with yours perfectly. as if on cue, the song ended, and the both of you were too spent to dance much longer.

despite kissing him, jisung didn't make anything awkward — it didn't feel awkward, either. it just happened in the heat of the moment, and the both of you were completely fine with that. there was no need to rush out embarrassed, nor to kiss him again and try making a night out of it. the two of you broke apart, going your separate ways, while you sat on the staircase to see if seungmin would come back. you hoped so, considering he was great company to have when around drunk people, and he left his jacket here, so you wanted to be sure he wasn't coming back when you took it home with you to return to him the following monday morning. "what the fuck was that about?" your head turned to see felix, hair in his face and an obvious frown on his lips. "what was what about?" you answered, eyeing him warily. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking back at you. "is this how you're gonna play it?" your brows furrowed at this, "i don't have time for this. communicate your feelings like a normal person or fuck off somewhere else." you turned away from him, focusing on the car pulling up outside, hoping it was seungmin. "why are you kissing and dancing with jisung?" felix asked pointedly, voice stern and unyielding. he had some fucking nerve. "because i can. is that all?" "no, that's not all! i thought we had something?" "no, we had sex. one time — two years ago, felix. i'm not yours and i never was."

the distance between the both of you shrank drastically, felix's frame towering over you as he looked down at you. a shiver crawled up your spine, unable to look away. "we'll see about that." you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to shut him up, make him want you the way you wanted him. instead, you shook your head and looked down, "you're too late, felix." you weren't trying to argue this time, your voice soft and certain. his body came into view, kneeling below you as if he were worshipping you, his eyes soft and his face inches away from yours. his hand cupped your chin, urging you to look up, which you did. "better late than never." he spoke, voice raspy and husky as he whispered like a prayer fell from his plump, sharply carved lips.

you leaned into him, your mouth by his pierced ear, just about brushing on the cool metal spiked earrings he wore. "felix," you breathed, completely taken by lust for him to think logically. fuck this party, fuck seungmin's jacket, and most importantly fuck felix. with the proximity, you heard his breath hitch and you saw the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up from your warm breath on his skin, a sharp contrast to the cool, silky black leather jacket he sported. "i know, love." he stood up, "c'mon, we're getting out of here." he walked down the few steps backwards seamlessly, making it look easy. your body was on autopilot, following felix out like a moth to light. he held the door open for you, watching with a triumphant smirk as you walked out the door, leaving the party behind you.

an involuntary shiver creeped up your spine once your body hit the chilly midnight air, goosebumps erupting on your skin and cringing at the feeling of the breeze passing through you. felix moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from the wind, shrugging off his jacket and guiding it on your shoulders, where it sat heavily. you could smell him on it, the musky scent of smoke and cinnamon on his leather jacket, making you crave him even more. his hand fell at your hip, guiding you to his sleek, black aston martin. you narrowed your eyes once you were seated comfortably, "where are we going?" you asked, pulling his jacket tighter around your body as the cold seats hit the bare skin of your legs. felix didn't even look at you, instead focusing completely on the deserted road, "nowhere," he answered, speeding up, feeling the engine purring in your body.

why did you fucking agree to this? is that all it takes to get you in a car? some deep voiced, australian man with a leather jacket and earrings? shame burned in your veins, along with a deadly shot of uncertainty and lust. if by some miracle you're not going to get murdered tonight, you're sure you're never talking to felix again: wrong number or not. you arrive at some abandoned parking lot, surrounded by hundreds of rows of empty car slots and concrete pillars. in the middle of the night. felix unbuckled your seatbelt for you, watching you silently. he wanted you to make the first move? that's new. "why did you bring me here, felix?" he turned away from you, his head tipping back to lean on the headrest, his face towards the ceiling, his black hair cascading down the sides of his head, kissing the tips of his ears while the hair at the nape of his neck curled inwards towards his collarbones. "i love the way you say my name." he muttered, the alcohol in his system causing him to slur more than usual, despite his lazy australian accent doing most of the work. he knew just what to say to make the words in your head die in your throat, mind vacant and fuzzy from the cadence alone of his sultry voice. god, you hated him.

he sighed slowly, "i drove you out here because i didn't want you at that party," felix's eyes lazily opened, staring holes into the interior's ceiling. "what?" you turned in your seat to face him, "why not?" you added, eyeing him intently, trying to read his body language. he was so aloof at the worst times, as if he intentionally wanted to confuse you, always leave you second guessing. felix took a deep breath in, "i was jealous of jisung." he admitted, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. your brows creased together in disbelief, "why are you jealous of jisung?" you pressed. felix turned to you, his hands falling on his thighs, spread so wide his knee was inches away from yours. "because it took him a few fucking kind words to get you sucking faces with him." he hissed, jaw clenched. you were left speechless. he huffed, exasperated, "you drive me crazy. you're fucking maddening," felix emphasised, sitting up straight in his seat. you rolled your eyes, "i'm so tired of this. i'm so tired of you!" the emotion was gathering in your voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "felix! you need to stop this. you're not in love with me, you just want to fuck someone and i'm the only girl still stupid enough to believe you a second time." your voice broke, furiously wiping the angrier tears from your eyes, refusing to compromise the mascara you carefully applied a few hours ago. "give it up. please, i'm tired of this. i can't do this again." you turned away from him, gaze moving to look out the window as if your view wasn't solid stone and concrete.

"then don't." you looked at felix, your body still. you watched him out of the corner of your eyes, hugging your middle as a way to console yourself. he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, "it's hard talking to you about this. i always use the wrong words and i end up saying things i don't mean. i know that, so please give me a chance here. i'm trying.. so hard, to communicate with you, i fucking swear." you remained silent, moving your head to face him, otherwise unmoving. i'm not using you. i really, really like you. even when you'd take the book i returned to give me a late fee, even when you'd scoff and roll your eyes every time i spoke, even when you'd go against an opinion you believed just to disagree with me. even when you hate me, i like you so much it turns me into — this! you turn me into a rambling idiot. i don't hate you, and not a single bone in my body is trying to use you, or break your heart." felix took in a deep, shaky breath, preparing himself to say more; but you've heard enough. more than enough, actually.

your lips slammed into his, eyes squeezed closed, trying to convey everything you wanted to say to felix but couldn't through your kiss. you put most your weight onto your arm, in-between felix's thighs that were still spread wide, his hand gravitating to your hip once more. he didn't flinch, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even gasp. felix instead completely accepted you, his lips pressed against yours firmly, his warm, wet tongue tracing over your lip, getting a mouthful of your fruity lipgloss. it was messy, sandwiching felix's top lip with your own, taking your bottom lip into his hot mouth. it was teeth grazing against each other, nibbling on each other's lips, filling each other's mouths with needy groans, his noises infectiously ravishing on your tongue. his rosy lips parted, your tongue meeting his, the taste of vodka heavy on his tongue, and burning on yours, your wet lips gliding over his, noses bumping together as you leaned further into his relaxed, warm body, hypnotised by his scent. you breathed it into your lungs, adopting his own exhale as your inhale, letting him invade you entirely; your foggy mind still debating if that fact was heavenly or hellish.

it was hard to break apart, yet it had to be done, your chests heaving and your heartbeat frantic, glowing with lust and a sense of accomplishment. felix's fingers brushed against the curve of your throat, dipping as they followed the well of your collarbones, all the while staring at you in awe, his lips parted. "i've been fantasising about that for two years," his voice was breathy, husky and smoky all at once, having the same effect on you as a siren did a sailor. you laughed dryly, "i'm sure other girls have kissed you like that." your index finger tapped felix's bottom lip tauntingly, easily sliding on his wet lip, feeling the dip of where your teeth caught it under the pad of your fingertip. you felt him smirk, staring at you through half-lidded eyes and lust blown pupils, playfully pretending to bite your finger, your skin narrowly missing his white teeth. "i've kissed other girls, yeah," he admitted, a little too casually for your liking, a burning jealousy sizzling in your gut. "but none of them ever compare to you." he whispered, voice raspy and his accent so charming it made you swoon.

felix caught on that you were jealous, chuckling amusedly, "it's not like you haven't kissed other men." he cooed, thumb stroking the swell of your hip. your eyes rolled, unable to express your discontent in any other way. "that's different," you defended, your hand caressing his inky black hair. "why? because you did it to make me jealous?" felix leaned into your touch. "yes," you hummed, eyes widening, "um — i mean, no?" there was no way you salvaged that one. he didn't seem to mind, however, a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "you did it to make me jealous, because you know," he paused to kiss your wrist, purposefully leaving you in suspense, anticipating what he would say next. "you know no man can satisfy you like i do. not a million." you lifted an eyebrow, "really?" you tested, voice doubtful. "really." felix sounded sure of himself — completely certain, in fact. "prove it." you looked up at him through your lashes, challenging him with your gaze alone. his expression changed, grinning at you like a shark, the grip he had on your hip tightening significantly. 

he nudged his head in the direction of the backseat, an empty row of seats sitting silently in the dim light. without exchanging a word, you climbed around to sit there, looking at him expectantly. you weren't entirely sure what he was planning, but you wanted to see how far he would go with this, a morbid curiosity getting the better of you. felix came crawling back to you: literally, you watched as he slid into the seat next to you. "c'mere, sweetheart," he urged, staring you down as you mentally debated obeying him. despite having him before, felix had changed a lot since then, so much so he appeared like a different person to you; swapping out the cozy hoodies and relaxed demeanour for spiked earrings and leather jackets. it was as if time had just stopped working, the whole world still and silent, as if it was watching the both of you, awaiting your next moves wickedly. like everyone else had disappeared; and it was just the both of you there, as if felix was the only other person in the world besides you. he definitely looked at you that way — like he purely saw you, and nothing but you. maybe he always looked at you like that, even before you spent the night together.

shaking the thoughts out of your dazed mind, you crawled next to him and sat on his leg, your side pressed against his chest. you felt the damp slide of his scalding tongue across your skin. you felt the sting of his teeth, gliding across your throat. his touch was foreign, as if you had never felt him to begin with, comparing his touch to all those times you fantasised about him. you held your breath, heartbeat quickening and pounding against your ribcage as you felt the cold sting of his rings on your flesh, his hand on the small of your back and rounding out at your waist and hips, fingers groping the waistband of your underwear, his leather jacket still miraculously on your body. were you really doing this again? what if felix was only doing this because he knew he could? was he trying to get back at jisung? was jisung in on it? you tore your eyes away from felix, unsure about everything that had happened.

he noticed, "you okay?" he held you, tenderly, as if you'd shatter if a breeze caught you, his free hand cupping your cheek. fuck, you wanted him. you wanted him so desperately that you were easily turned into a babbling mess before him. "i hate you," your honeyed tone of voice was betraying you, brows pulled taut toward each other. "no, you don't," felix's tone was relaxed; far too nonchalant about the situation unfolding in front of him. it was all his fault, anyway. "i should," you turned your head to the side, burying it into his chest, refusing to show him the frustrated tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. "we'll see." you looked up at him, his actions mirroring yours by looking down at you, his brows raised expectantly. you took his bottom lip into your mouth, lips fitting together so perfectly you're surprised you're not made for each other, like a key fitting into it's lock.

felix's hands held you, pressing your chest into his eagerly, his kiss hungry and forceful, as if he had baited you into it. the palms of your hands found purchase on his toned shoulders, your mouth being invaded by felix's tongue, hot and forceful, painting your lips and mouth with his spit, sending shivers down your spine. he swallowed your whine, carnal and high-pitched. you felt felix's hands grope you, experimentally fondling the flesh of your ass in his palms, the feeling of his heartbeat against your skin maddening. felix was an erotic, mean kisser, pushing all he could give onto you as if he were trying to crush you. he released you, your mouth gravitating to his neck, felix squeezing you into him so flush you could feel his stiff, cold belt buckle against your abdomen. your teeth pressed into the warm skin of his tanned body, suckling his skin as if you were a vampire, drunk on his smoky, arousing cologne.

you released him, angling your mouth against the shell of his warm, blushed ear, "i want you," you whispered against him, pressing a needful kiss against the ball of his jaw. he shuddered, and not so subtly withdrew his hips in on himself as a way to conceal his erection, pushing through his jeans desperately. you giggled into him, your hand falling between his legs to paw at his bulge, smiling sinfully as you felt his cock twitch at the sensation, hearing him sighing pleased hums in your ear at the feeling. you pecked the side of felix's golden, tanned face, all the while breathless and yearning, happily observing felix as he reacted unashamedly to your touch. his hand caught on yours, bringing it up from his crotch, "i want you to feel good," he rasped, australian accent thick and catching on his low voice. you hummed in understanding, "i always feel good around you," you poured your heart out to him, your voice quiet and steady.

chuckling, he shook his head, "then, i want you to feel better than that," he mumbled, into your neck, his hand resting on your thigh. his hot breath ghosted your skin of your neck, your hair standing up, your spine straightening. you leaned into him, subconsciously grinding yourself on his leg, pressing your chest against his. "how good?" you murmured into his skin, unable to be content with your imagination alone, urging him to continue, watching as felix turned his shoulders to lean into you. "lay on your back, and i'll show you." there it was again. that delicious accent, the sultry voice, the filthy words, and that unfathomable arrogance. how could anyone in their right mind deny that?

you moved off of his leg and onto the opposite end of the seat, never taking your eyes off of his — not even once, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought off a smile, anticipating what felix would do next. he turned to face you, on his knees, a devoted worshipper, his usually soft, expressive eyes now staring you down with an undeniably lustful, almost dangerous glint in his deep, brown eyes. you almost wanted to move away, but there was just something about felix that always left you wanting more. more of his teasing, of his kisses, of his cruelly smug grin when he caught you staring. if you wanted to stay level headed you should never let him cross your mind, always succeeding in making you compliant for him. you hated it: how easy he made it to submit to him, how easy it was to obey and please him, or let him please you. but it was addictive, so much so that it was maddening.

felix ran his hands up your thighs, your breath hitching at the contradiction between his burning hot skin and the icy stinging of his silver rings. felix inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the blatant, vulgar wet patch of your underwear, solely existing because of him. and he knew, grinning arrogantly, wickedly at the sight. you could imagine how it looked to him, the girl that's hated you since you fucked her laying obediently in the backseat of your aston martin, her legs spread wide and her face burning hot, all because of you. he was probably celebrating his triumph right now, taking great pleasure in the sight before him. when you first fucked, he got to explore you, corrupt you and desecrate you. but this time, he gets to conquer you, overthrow you, and to dominate you. as sickening as it was, you felt downright degenerate for wanting it — more than anything, you wanted felix to fuck the hate out of you, to conquer it and defeat you.

a shiver ran down your spine, the cool air on your scalding cunt was frenzying, as you had to resist the urge to close your legs, effectively trapping felix between your thighs. nothing about him was gentle, he was all bruising kisses one your lower lips and teeth grazing against your clit, the pad of his thumb pressed against the hood of your clit, exposing more of the swelling nerve for him to take into his searing mouth, tongue flicking over it and his front teeth catching against it. you couldn't contain the whine that escaped your parted lips, which turned into a scowl when you felt the smirk between your legs, his stretching deliriously over your sopping cunt as your thighs trembled. his hands, fuck, his hands, fingers digging into your skin, holding your ass in the palms of his hands. it was all happening too fast, and then too slow, always changing his pace just to keep you guessing. his eyes were dark, obscured by the even darker hair in his eyes, his hands too occupied to brush it out of his face, the tip of his nose scrunched up as it bumped against your clit.

it was nothing if not brutal, sinful and so incredibly obscene. felix kissed your slit just as dirtily as he kissed you, staining you with his spit, shoving his blazing tongue into your hole earning a full bodied moan from you, only spurring him on further as he hummed smugly. he pulled away from your sex, leaning back onto his elbows, tipping his head back, his murky black hair falling in his eyes, on both sides of his face, behind his shoulders, neck on full display. you almost cried out, cursing at him for being so cruel, until you realised what he was doing. warm, thick spit drizzled between your legs, following the natural trail of your slit, your legs quivered. felix's long, hot tongue lapped up your arousal from top to bottom, gathering the taste of you on his tongue, savouring it with a smug grin that infuriated you. your hands clung to felix's hair, tufts of inky black hair sticking out from between your fingers from where you grabbed handfuls of his hair so aggressively you felt him groan into your cunt, the vibrations mimicking lightning searing up your spine.

he pulled away from your throbbing sex, chest heaving for air, his eyes falling to look at you with a devilishly conceited grin on his equally as conceited, stunning face. "y' think jisung can eat you out this good?" felix's voice was lower than before, cocky and arrogant and so annoyingly intoxicating. and you were helpless, intoxicated by the sweetness of his cruelty, tormented by his every touch. "no, i don't," you started, a pleased smile on your face at his smirk, "i think he could do better." you tightened your grip on his hair, savouring the way he grunted, his cock twitching at the feeling. "oh, sweetheart, you've no idea, do you?" felix cooed into your cunt, nipping at your inner thigh. your act slipped, "what do you mean?" you stammered, hips bucking into his touch. you felt felix shake his head, nose rubbing your clit side to side as he did so, "you got lucky having me be your first," he muttered nonchalantly, the flat of his tongue dragging lazily up your cunt, earning a squeal from your throat, "i taught him everything he knows." he spoke slowly, letting the weight of his words really settle. you hiked a leg up onto his shoulder, the inside of your knee snug above his shoulder blade, "and he's still better than you, lix."

something told you that you'd regret saying that.

your cunt fluttered at the feeling of felix's swollen lips on your ravaged hole, fucked nerveless by him. "maybe i should let him fuck you instead, and cut this short," felix thought out loud, prodding your slit with the pads of his fingers. you wanted to call his bluff, but from the way he was looking at you, and the way he was inching further away, you felt he wasn't bluffing. was he really that cruel? your hands pulled on his hair, urging him to look up to gaze into your eyes, noticing the way his eyes trailed from yours to your cheeks, your messy hair and the way your chest heaved with breathlessness. "felix, please don't. i.. i need you." you felt pathetic — begging for a man's touch like this. he made you feel so small, so meek. it was strangely invigorating, and you came crawling back to feel it each time, like an addict.

felix hummed, pleased. he returned between your thighs, "i thought so," he murmured, while you shivered involuntarily at the feeling of his warm breath dispersing on your sex. lust sizzles low in your gut, your eyes fluttering closed to keep the tears from flowing down your face, your thighs trying to close around felix as he sucked on your clit, open-mouthed and with vicious purpose. his hands tightened their grip on your skin, so intensely that it was sure to leave bruises once he was finished. your heart was heavy and intense, like a burning feeling inside of your ribcage, earning a loud gasp from your mouth, in awe at the skill felix possessed. you're only encouraged to get louder, to tremble harder by the way felix's tongue lapped up your slick, his lewd mouth scorching on your already feverish skin. it's so pornographic that you come alive, rolling your hips in his face eagerly as he tongue-fucks new life into you.

the wild glare in his eyes never faded, only intensified as time went on, his heavy brown eyes rolling into the back of his head as you bucked your sex into his face, legs tightening around him and tugging at the roots of his hair. felix fucked into nothing, rutting his hips in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache of his cock, spurred on by the carnal whines you let escape your throat, as well as the lewd squelching of spit and drool and cum bubbling in-between your sex and his pink mouth. the majority of felix's face was obscured by your cunt, but you could easily see the crease between his brows, put there by a mixture of frustration and concentration, as well as his long lashes, making his hair twitch each time his eyes flicked up to glare at you smugly. you essentially fucked your hips onto his mouth, crying out hysterically each time his tongue smothers the inside of your cunt vulgarly, back arching in a desperate attempt in following his deliciously talented mouth.

"'m close," you mewl, voice brittle and slurred, high and so needy you feel felix chuckle raptly into your sobbing cunt, tender from being fucked raw by felix's corrupt mouth. "hm, i know," he breathed, voice raspy and husky from his assault on your cunt. he moves from your sex, his pink, swollen lips glossy from your slit, slouched on his knees and calves from the sheer effort. he pants, desperate to catch his breath — his head lolling back and facing the ceiling, letting you watch as his adam's apple bobbed, licking his lips and savouring your taste on his lips. you could hear his groans, his chest panting slowly as he took in greedy gulps of air, his tanned, bronze skin shining in the dim lights outside of the car from the eager sheen of sweat on his skin. it's without a doubt the most pornographic, erotic thing you've ever witnessed, only spurring the arousal in your gut even further.

you shake your head, "please don't stop," your hands grope around to find felix's hands, giving them a squeeze to really deliver it. his eyes widened, his smirk growing bigger by the second, showing one side of his teeth first before the rest followed, peeking through his swollen, pink lips, the shadow on his cupid's bow becoming more defined as it curled into a wicked grin. he reached over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue sliding in your mouth the same way it slid into your hole: vulgarly and so lustfully, spreading your taste into your mouth. you hummed in delight, your hands finding purchase on his biceps, fondling the sturdy muscle beneath his blazing hot skin, mouth widening to whine into felix's mouth. he broke your hungry kiss, chuckling when you chased his lips, the back of his hand on your sternum to keep you down. "just remember whose name you're moaning," he muttered, teeth nipping at your hipbone as he sunk back between your thighs, one hand keeping a firm grip on your inner thigh to keep you from closing them, the other splayed in the juncture where your leg met your hip; affectionately stroking the feverishly warm skin.

he pressed an eager kiss to your swollen clit, your knees buckling when his tongue kitten licked the pearly bud, flicking the muscle all around your slit, his upper lip touching the base of his nose as he fucked you open-mouthedly, the top row of his teeth often catching on your clit. your thighs trembled, hips bucking into his mouth, your hands flying all over his toned back, once more entangling themselves into his inky black hair, fingers clutching at his silky hair so hard it hurt you, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands. you don't doubt that felix is enjoying this more than you, groaning into your cunt unashamedly, drinking you in, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. something about his yearning for you makes you even wetter, your sex throbbing and your hole tensing, clenching around nothing, a dizzying burning feeling spreading all through your body. another pool of warm spit coats your cunt, courtesy of felix's smirking mouth, watching you unfold before him as he delivers you so deliciously close to your orgasm, tears prickling at your eyes and your vision going blurry, sobbing his name out so loudly that it tasted delightful on your tongue.

slowly, as if he were putting on a show, felix leaned back onto his calves, stretching, his body tight and sore from staying in that position for so long. he lifted his arms, fixing his disheveled hair, and rolling his shoulders, showing off his ab muscles, the waistband of his undone jeans slipping further down his waist. he spread his legs, further opening his fly, his clothed, hard cock catching your eye — a solid, firm bulge causing his boxers to stretch, his length straining to break free from the cloth. he shuffled closer to you, his ringed fingers tapping your bottom lip, "open up, love," he cooed. and with that voice, with that accent, you couldn't deny him, your lips slowly parting as you stared at him, loving the way his hair framed his face, all because of your own handiwork.

you watch as felix settles between your thighs, his sinful mouth gathering your orgasm on his equally as sinful tongue. it earns a squeal from you, back winding tighter and arching into him, muscles feeling like jelly as he caressed your spent cunt with his mouth. felix's eyes flickered up to watch you, his intense brown eyes still gleaming with desire, his hand petting your hair before taking a fistful into his palm, letting it weave between his fingers. felix strokes your puffy cunt tenderly, rising up to be level with you, leaning into your bubble, the pads of his fingers ghosting your bottom lip. taking it as a sign he wants you to open your mouth wider, you do just that, and you're quickly greeted with the profane sound of squelching in his mouth, felix's own lips parting as he lets spit drizzle out of his mouth and land on your tongue. you gasp, your cunt throbbing at the feeling, and especially at the sight of felix depositing his spit into your mouth, his lust-blown pupils obscured by his ebony, wispy hair, his eyes only decipherable by the way they reflected the light, otherwise hidden beneath his hair.

dipping a thumb into your mouth, the cool metal of his ring kissed the inside of your bottom lip, his warm digit carefully thumbing the mixture of your cum and your shared spit, spreading it onto your bottom lip, gleaming in the dim light. felix brought his thumb back to him, suckling on the pad of his thumb, the flat of his tongue lapping up what he took from your mouth; all the while maintaining eye contact with you. "don't swallow it, just keep it in your mouth, sweetheart," felix instructed, so casually that it shocked you, turning away from you to strip his shirt off of his body, allowing you to fully see his toned body. he did the same with his pants, already having gotten rid of both of your shoes, likely when he was giving you the best oral sex of your life. not that you'd actually admit that to him — felix was smug about it as is, he didn't need you to add to it. "c'mere," he muttered, as he threw his shirt into the front seat, turning his head to face you expectantly.

quietly, you crawled an inch closer to him, your knee touching his bare thigh. "strip for me," felix watched you through his lashes, through his messy black hair, pressing a kiss to your lips. your hands shrugged his jacket off of your body, showing your back to him, hoping he catches on. he does, thankfully, and unzips your dress, pressing a bruising kiss to the base of your neck, giving your skin goosebumps. you heard felix chuckle at the sight, his sultry voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in protest, his warm breath fanning your clammy skin. you let your dress hit the floor of the footwell with an inaudible 'thump', while moving to face him once more. felix greeted you with a grin, eager eyes falling to your naked body and greedily lapping up the view before him.

"open," felix tapped your lips, gaze trained completely on them and nothing else. you felt your heart skip a beat inside of your chest. you parted your lips, your hand holding his wrist as he held your face in his hand, a tender notion with a harsh grip. your tongue came out of your mouth, sitting adjacent with your bottom lip as you watched him with curious, insatiable eyes. the pad of felix's thumb collected the wetness on his finger, spreading it onto your lips lewdly. you drew in a breath, sharply, in awe of his forwardness, eyes fluttering closed as felix's hair tickled the side of your cheek, his pink tongue peeking out from his mouth to lap up the spit on your tongue. you could feel the drool pooling in the back of your mouth, lips shiny and glistening the same way felix's were, inflicting fleeting kisses onto your mouth. it was sensual, felix was slow — deciding to take his time as he savoured the taste, tracing over your tongue, your lips, your teeth, everything you had to offer, felix gratefully savoured it in some wild, primal way, without restrain or decorum.

he moved away from your mouth, lips parted and chest rising and falling like rhythmic waves as his lungs gasped for oxygen. your hands clung to his figure, holding his arms, shoulders, face — anything you could get your hands on. you couldn't hold enough of felix in your eager hands. "i hate you," you say, hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him into you. your lips slam against his, as you kiss him again and again and again, trapped in a frenzy of wanting him — of needing him. and felix kisses you back each time, just as hungrily and just as deeply. his hand gropes your thigh, fingers clenching a bit too tight around your skin, fondling the flesh of your ass as you rut into every inch of him, delirious and drunk off of his electrifying touch. the car windows fog up entirely with your aggression, obscuring and stilling the outside world around you, as if you and felix shared your own world for as long as you remained in his car.

your hand falls in-between his thighs, feeling his heavy, clothed cock in the palm of your hand. felix groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily bucking to chase your hand, desperately chasing the pleasure you bestowed onto him. "wanna taste you, felix, please?" you ask, breathless and so pathetically it makes felix's cock twitch in excitement. he nods, "of course, love," his fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, letting you claw at the cloth as he dragged it down his legs, kicking them off carelessly. you're not even ashamed that your eyes immediately soak up felix's cock, carefully taking him in your hand as the pad of your finger traces up his slit, smearing the precum that sticks to your skin all over his leaking head. from the proximity you hear him bite back a moan, his breath hitching and his abs trembling, eyes screwing shut as he allows himself to get so, so lost at your touch. you pull your hand away, licking the precum on your finger, spreading the taste throughout your mouth, leaning into his cock to taste more.

there was an obvious blush on his face, felix's cheeks and ears burning as you flattened your tongue to lick from the base of his cock to the very tip, filling your mouth with his taste. he was warm; so incredibly warm that you thought you'd catch fire from simply being so close to him. you take an inch of him into your wet mouth, your drool mixing with his precum as your tongue explored felix's heavy cock, sitting proudly in your mouth, your finger ghosting over the blueish veins poking through his cock, spanning the entire length of him, from his head to his hilt, you traced them and fondled him and appreciated every inch of him.

you were losing yourself in the task, and just as you realised that, felix's hands wound into your hair, tugging you away from his neglected cock that was in desperate need of release, by the roots of your hair. your eyes met his, "i don't wanna come if it's not inside of you," felix's voice was husky, low and full of breathlessness, his australian accent making it seem like he slurred the words out, and it was so sexy you mindlessly agreed to whatever it was he said. you kissed his throat, body trembling in excitement, your lips pressed so hard into his warm skin that you were convinced you'd bruise him. you wanted your kiss to bruise, you wanted your touch to linger on his tanned skin long after this night, and whenever he touched the tender spot on his skin, his heart would swell with the memory of you and this night you spent together.

"then fuck me," you murmured, teeth nipping at his skin. "put my jacket back on and i'll fuck you however you want it, love." felix smirked, kissing your jaw to sweeten the deal. it was a strangely possessive request, but you couldn't deny that it excited you. it didn't take long to find it, and you let felix carefully put it onto your body, guiding your hands and arms through the cold material of the leather, his scent still overwhelmingly present on the jacket. the next thing you know, your back was pressed flush against the seats, felix hovering above you with a teasing smile on his face, his throat pink and bruising, his hair a fluffed up mess and his naked chest glittering with sweat. felix's lips were on your throat, then the well of your collarbones, and then on where your fluttering heart resided. "try not to scream too loud," he teased, licking the base of one of your breasts, his hand securing your thigh in place, fingers just about brushing your swollen clit. a gasp escaped your lips when you felt felix's head rut against your slit, gathering the slick leaking from your entrance as he did so. you unfolded into his touch, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, eager and so, so desperate.

too slowly for your liking, felix's cockhead enters you, sinking the rest of his length just as slowly into your sopping wet cunt. you cry out his name in the dark, so loudly that the air between the both of you could start a fire, catching on your red hot passion and igniting like the fireworks behind your eyes, in your veins and buried deep within your tender heart. your fingernails dig into his skin, trying to steady yourself as felix's cock buries into your fluttering, needy sex, as felix fucks the air out of your lungs, stretching you out so deliciously you see white spots in your vision. he was everything you dreamt about and beyond — he was so much better than your brain could ever imagine, he was so much better than your memory could ever recall.

you and he blur into each other, your skin sticking together and his cock buried so deep into you that it excited your whole being. felix pushed himself inside of you until he reached his hilt, greeting you with a burning, sharp and downright filthy sensation in your cunt, sizzling into your gut. your pelvis flush against his as your hips rutted against his length, eager to feel him fuck into you. you swear you hear ringing in your ears, eyes squeezing shut as to not overwhelm yourself. you moved like you were magnetic; when felix inched forward, you mirrored him, and when he rutted into you, you rutted right back, your hips meeting his as you chased the feeling you're sure you could get drunk on.

with every inch felix sank into your sex, you realised you had been craving this for weeks, months, years. as soon as felix stopped touching you, your body was trapped in an endless cycle of want; you wanted him so desperately that you despised him for not touching you, or laying next to you. and it was only now, two years later, were you finally being fed what you were starved for, and it tasted exquisite. you were tired of playing cat and mouse, tired of pretending you didn't fantasise about felix's touch, tired of pretending that night was a mistake, when it was actually one of the best decisions of your life, and now you were finally getting the opportunity to relax into felix, his touch like an electrifying poison. one that made all the thoughts swarming in your head melt into his name, one that made all your grudges and aspirations pause as you fully took all of him in. and you were intoxicated by his poison, by his sweet cruelty, so much so that your hands squeezed his skin, pushing felix into you as if you couldn't bear to part.

the sounds of your feverish, sensual moans collided with one another, each desperate sound louder than the other, melting into each other to create such a beautiful medley of sound. felix pulled most of his length out of you, taking that gloriously filling heat with him, and when he rolled his hips back into your cunt you let out such a loud whine sitting at the top of your throat that you nearly missed the vulgar squelch of your shared arousal being fucked back into you. when felix speaks your name, disguised as a primal groan from his mouth, he speaks it like a prayer, like he found a new religion in his throat, cradling it in-between your bodies like it would shatter any second.

you gasped when felix's girthy cock stretched you open at the same time his head rocked into your cervix, your cunt fluttering around his length as your thighs tensed wildly. "you're so perfect, fuck.." felix all but moaned, tightening the grip he had on your thigh, to which you rewarded with another needy, throaty whine. "y'think jisung could fuck you the way i do? hm?" he was rambling at this point, maddened by the feeling of your dripping sex greedily clenching his cock. one of your hands climbed his toned shoulder to the base of his neck, groping for a fistful of his ebony, silky hair as you clutched onto him for dear life, as he railed what felt like the breath out of you. a desperate, mindless cry tore from your lips when felix slapped your clit, puffy and slippery, your back arching off of the seat below you and into his middle. "i expect you to answer me when i talk, love."

was he not as mindless as you? was he not brimming on the edge of his orgasm? gathering as much strength as you possibly had left, you feebly hummed in agreement, "nobody can fuck me like you, felix. no one, especially not jisung," forming a full sentence was challenging, having to speak through your moans and cries and ignore the glorious pleasure felix hammered into you, again and again. his dark, lust-blown eyes glitter with pride and satisfaction, his orgasm gnawing at the fire in his gut. with every crazed, rhythmic slam of his hips into yours, your body trembles harder each time. "funny, how desperate he wanted to fuck you tonight," felix interrupts himself with a viciously loud groan, his head seemingly rolling off his shoulders entirely, "but instead the one making you feel this good is me." he hissed, free hand clinging onto the headrest to his left, knuckles turning white at the sheer force he used to grab onto the plush seat.

you agreed, nodding your head frantically, delirious and eager to please him. "just you, felix." you cried, thigh wrapping around his waist to cage him in, "only you," you added, softer, quieter, despite the strength felix used to mercilessly fuck into you. your entire body trembled, your cunt squeezing his filling cock as tightly as it could, head tipping back and fingernails clawing at felix's toned back, muscles pulled taut as he tensed with his own orgasm, your hands above his spine, arms wrapped desperately around him as if he was your anchor in a sea of raging storms. your blood was quick and insistent in your body, your heart quicker and frantic. it felt as if everything stopped for a moment, suspended in a time loop of a few seconds, the only thing cementing you to real life was felix. his panicked cry, the way his hips fiercely and furiously rutted into you as cruelly as his body could muster, until you couldn't tell where you stopped and he started.

he buried his teeth into the crook of your neck, winding inwards on himself as his heavy cock shot ropes of thick, scorching hot cum inside of you, so vehemently you thought you'd split in two, sobbing his name out like he would save you. you felt his cock throb from deep within you, and you felt the tremble of your torso as you struggled to accommodate any more of him. your orgasms came flooding out of your cunt, in the shape of a milky white ring that clung around the base of felix's cock like a halo. salt invaded your mouth, plaguing your tongue with your euphoric tears, tormented hands clutching felix so harshly you heard the wild groan escape his pink, sex-swollen lips. you lied there in unison, catching your breath and reluctant to part.

TAEIL

UNDER THE TABLE

The deadline is nearing which means the stress is building, for the greater good of the company Taeil must find a way to take his frustration out and what better way than his secretary.

CEO!Taeil x Secretary!Reader

JOHNNY

NEXT DOOR DESIRES

The house which you’ve grown used to being abandoned for years is finally up for sell to the newest wedded couple. Six foot, black haired and tempting eyes that refuse to look away from you, a man you will stop at nothing to get a taste of.

Neighbor!Johnny x Neighbor!Reader

YUTA

MONEY & ROSES

As the spoiled princess you are, you have much more priorities than to care for the workers and yet you can’t stop but gawk at the newest recruit. The gardener whom seems to have taken an interest in putting you in your place.

Gardener!Yuta x Spoiled Rich!Reader

JAEHYUN

AFTER SUNRISE

Babysitting two hyper active children can be tough. Having to deal with a difficult wife is tough as well. How do you and Jaehyun get through your problems? By fucking it out.

Father!Jaehyun x Babysitter!Reader

DOYOUNG

BEHIND DOORS

Unemployed and having so much free time results in lewd thoughts becoming a reality when Doyoung begins to fancy the maid, a one time thing becomes an everyday occurrence. How long will it last before the Mrs’s finds out?

Unemployed!Doyoung x Maid!Reader

JUNGWOO

PIZZA FOR ONE

Having your bank account frozen ends in you giving the delivery guy a different kind of payment which he can’t find a reason to say no to. Before the two of you know it, pizza will be delivered to you for the rest of the week afterwards.

Pizza Deliverer!Jungwoo x Customer!Reader

MARK

THE HOT BABYSITTER

Being distrusted, you are stuck in a rowdy house as your younger siblings are being babysat with the hottest guy you’ve ever met. Irritated by how loyal he is, you wonder how long will he last before he cracks upon the little game you’re playing on him.

Babysitter!Mark x Troublesome!Reader

HAECHAN

LESSON OF THE DAY

In his twenties and finally getting himself in a committed relationship means the lack of experience. And for being the best step sister you are, you help him get better by teaching him. A twisted way to have him wrapped around your finger.

The photoshoot was for one of the top fashion magazines in Korea, and they were dedicating several full spreads to your new album and long-term shiny partnerships with luxurious brands. You were going all in for this, and it was a wonder that you even got the concept approved. This was going to be way hotter than anything you’d done before.

Baekhyun spoke to your manager, and then addressed the entire room.

‘Alright, everything seems to be in order. Please empty the space now, thank you!’

Everyone scurried away, and in a minute, there was just you, your manager, and Baekhyun left.

‘You too,’ the photographer motioned at the door. ‘I don’t think she can relax with you watching from the sidelines like a creep.’

‘And she can in front of you?’ The other man tsked. ‘I’m staying.’

Before this escalated any further (with men being men), you intervened.

‘It’s fine, wait for me in the lobby. It would be easier if we’re alone.’

Baekhyun’s mouth twisted in a smirk, you swore you saw it before he turned away to tend to his camera. Feigning indifference, how cool of him.

‘But-’

‘We’ve worked together before. It’s fine. It’ll be more comfortable if only the necessary people are present.’

‘Alright.’ Your manager agreed, expression tentative. ‘But I’m one call away.’

You nodded. As if you’d call him in case Baekhyun actually did something inappropriate.

He was quick to leave, closing the door quietly behind him, probably somewhat happy to have a break with how busy your schedule was getting lately.

The silence was loud now that it was just the two of you. You tried focusing on the gentle sounds of stirring water, but there was no one in the pool, hence the water was almost still. It looked pretty, light blue — a color that reminded you of the glamorous Maldives beaches. Like most people, you’d much rather have a photoshoot there. There’s always next time…

‘Do you need help getting undressed?’ A voice in your ear startled you out of your thoughts.

Baekhyun stood close, only minimal distance between you, and you barely collected yourself before a visible shiver could take over your body. Instead, you retorted with a cheeky comment.

‘You seem eager.’

The photographer chuckled, brushing the strands away from your ear before leaning even closer.

‘You know I am.’

With that, you could only hope that he couldn’t see the goosebumps on your skin. The swiftness and irrevocability of your reactions to him were discomfiting.

‘Keep it in your pants, Byun.’ You said, trying to sound cold.

It was only semi-successful.

‘For now,’ he responded playfully, stepping away to watch you shake off your robe from a better angle. ‘I’ll never get tired of watching you strip.’

You rolled your eyes. Strip. Of course, that would be his word of choice.

‘Let’s get down to business.’

Turning around, you caught him staring shamelessly at your butt. He licked his lips before his eyes traveled to yours, and smiled, pleased to make a pun out of your words.

‘Let’s. Get down.’

It wasn’t easy for you to stay neutral. The set was quite intimate, and you were barely wearing anything, all while he was fully clothed. You were thankful to see him change his usual attire to something a bit more relaxed and well-suited for the setting. He wore shorts instead of oversized pants, and his feet were bare by the time you were ready to begin.

His hair was very different too. Last time you saw him, he had a mess of dark locks on his head. This time, however, he was blonde, with temples trimmed neatly. Somehow, this style sharpened his features, yet softened his look in general.

A few times in the course of the shoot you caught yourself staring, while he was flipping through the pics or adjusting the settings. You weren’t supposed to give him the pleasure, you made this promise to yourself prior to this shoot.

But it was getting so much more complex as the work progressed. You were now getting into water, first dipping your feet into it, then stretching out on the underwater stair-step.

Baekhyun was attentive and great at commanding you whenever you worked together. The results were always perfect, and your agency kept requesting him for more and more of their artists. He was a big name in the industry, not the best reputation, however. This man was the definition of a fuckboy, yet he somehow managed to miss the focal point of today’s event. Or your today’s outfit, to be precise.

It wasn’t your stylist who chose your clothing for today, it was you. And you knew exactly what you were doing, wearing a thin top and high-waist bottoms in white.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured in his usual fashion, looking through the last few shots. ‘Go deeper and get your tits wet. It’ll look good when you lean forward on deck.’

His suggestion made you smirk internally. Oh yes, it’d make you look pretty damn good. There was no doubt about that.

Doing as you were told, you swam to the spot where the depth of the pool was most suitable for your getting-out maneuver. It was rather shallow, and the level only reached your waist.

‘I’m going in from the side,’ Baekhyun announced, getting in the water with you. ‘Try to do it slowly, I’ll get a few angles.’

You nodded curtly.

‘Go ahead.’ He signaled for you to start, and you leaned forward, chest rising from the water.

It wasn’t visible because of your arms in front of you, but as you pulled yourself out of the water slowly, your chest opened fully to the outside world.

‘Yeah, that’s good, that’s g-’ The abrupt end of his casual phrase sent giddy excitement through you. ‘Y/N.’

‘Hm?’ You hummed as you climbed out and sat down at the edge of the pool, legs still half-submerged in water.

His eyes were on you now, scanning your body with covetous inquiry in real-time.

‘What the hell is this, honey?’

The pet names. You both hated and loved when he used them on you. The former because they were fake, and the latter… because they meant he was getting aroused.

Looking down innocently, you splashed the water with your foot.

‘What?’

He placed the camera away from the damp area before stepping closer to you and catching you by the ankle.

‘Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

Yes, you did know. He was talking about your see-through top. White tended to get half-transparent when you got in the water, and you wore unpadded lingerie instead of a proper swimsuit for a reason. To drive him crazy.

‘Didn’t you say that you wanted it to be professional?’ He reminded, getting even closer and circling the well-rounded areola with his thumb through the dank fabric while his other hand rested right by your thigh.

Yesterday.

That was the text you sent him when he told you he couldn’t wait to see you again. Maybe you even meant it at the time… You weren’t sure. Still, that wasn’t something you would care to admit to his face.

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ You smirk, finally looking him in the eye.

It took him a second to assess your response. And then he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours. You allowed him entrance into your mouth, and ran your fingers through his hair. They felt a bit crisper than they did last time, and you belatedly realized that he styled them ardently for today.

He broke the kiss first, telling you to move up.

‘Actually, get on the lounger. I wanna see everything.’

You chuckled, plopping onto one right as he got out of the pool. His shirt was sticking to his body, and his shorts looked like there was something going on in them. Too early to call it a boner, but you were satisfied with how things progressed.

‘Spread.’

His instructions were laconic, and you licked your lips in building anticipation.

Opening your legs, you observed as he tongued his cheek in frustration… of a pleasant kind.

‘It’s like you’re naked while you aren’t.’ He kneeled between your legs, looking right at your center. ‘Intriguing…’

His middle finger rubbed between your labia, pressing the moist fabric to your delicate skin. You knew he could very well see everything, yet having the thin layer between your skin and his felt like that final frontier. However easy it was to tear it down.

‘But I much prefer you genuinely naked.’

You lifted your butt eagerly to help him rid you of your panties. The skin underneath was damp, even more so than the rest of your body, and the direct contact with the air made you shiver.

‘Getting cold, baby?’ He asked in a sugary tone, lifting your leg up to place over his shoulder. ‘I can keep you warm.’

His tongue was scorching on your skin, and you gasped as he licked a quick stripe up. You looked down, meeting his eyes while his mouth explored your folds. His gaze was sinful. And so was his tongue, flattening out and rubbing fervently against your clit.

‘Baekhyun…’ You whispered, lost in the sensation too quickly.

He was way too good at this. And you knew that. He went down on you almost every time you’d had sex before. And every time you surveyed his face between your legs, he looked like he was exactly where he belonged. Humming in content as you squealed and shook in his hands, desperately gasping for air as he ate you out. He was noisy about it, too. No decency whatsoever.

‘Fuck-’ He swore before planting a kiss right below your most sensitive spot. ‘I could do this for hours. I’m so addicted to your pussy.’

‘We don’t have hours,’ you nudged him breathlessly. ‘Just shove your dick inside me.’

Baekhyun snickered, palming himself on autopilot.

‘I like the way you think, love.’

Before you came up with a snappy response, he tugged his shorts down and gave himself a few determined pumps. You gulped, watching his delicate hand flex, veins becoming more prominent as he moved it up and down his thick flesh.

‘Lie back down. No need to give me those greedy eyes of yours.’

You wanted to argue, but the press of his tip to your clit was simply too overwhelming. Moving down slightly to accommodate him, you lay flat on your back. The incline of the sunbed was perfect for Baekhyun’s position in front of you, so he leaned in, penetrating you slowly. Only as he sheathed himself fully inside, you realized how much you’d missed feeling him like this. You’d only ever met on occasion, and each time… you were simply too weak for him. Although you knew you’d walk away with an unpleasant throbbing in your chest, and this encounter would be on your mind for weeks to come.

Every time you found yourself merely thinking about his proximity, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you had no idea how to escape his charm. The magnetic pull, the power he had over you that you couldn’t battle. Even while knowing what he was like.

You felt sick afterwards, thinking that once again you became ‘another model’ in his list. It was obvious he didn’t think of this nearly as much as you did, and while you always played it cool with him, making it look like you were the one using him as your boytoy… In reality, it was you who craved at least fleeting contact with him.

Yet the price was incredibly high.

Your heart broke a little with every rendezvous. And despite his passionate thrusts driving you to your high with unfailing consistency, the moment you go your separate ways it’d feel like your soul was torn out of you again.

Did you have one anymore?

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun’s pant ripped you out of the vacuum of your mind. ‘You feel even better than I remember. I wish I’d get to fuck you somewhere you could be loud at…’

That had never happened before. During all of your previous hookups you had to sneak around and keep it down. Those were mostly in hotels and… your dressing room. You’d learned to control your sound, because getting found out wasn’t an option. The kind of mess that would’ve followed had someone busted you… that you weren’t even willing to imagine.

‘Fuck,’ your lover grunted again before looking you in the eye. ‘You already close?’

‘Yes.’ The answer was short but filled with anticipation.

The sleek sounds your pussy produced as he continued moving his thighs were a clear indication of how ready you were to come. He made sure you did. Sometimes more than once. But you usually had very limited time together, so it wasn’t always on the table.

‘Good girl,’ he hummed, keeping a rough, steady rhythm. ‘Shit, I’m gonna come as soon as you do…’

He groaned this last part into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. Like always, he knew exactly when your orgasm was about to hit you. The muffled sounds you produced echoed off the tall walls of the area, and he held your mouth hostage for another minute before letting you take a breath.

The sudden desire to taste more of him overpowered your rational mind, so you blurted out the only thing that floated in your mind right now.

‘Don’t soil me.’ You barely managed to say that out loud before he grunted in initiating release.

He still pulled out, and you slid onto the floor quicker than he could even realize what was going on. Taking over, you jerked him off yourself, leaning down to catch each drop of his come in your mouth. Getting carried away, you didn’t even take note of his fingers in your hair. Sucking on his tip diligently as he choked up a groan, you made sure that you had all of his cum before giving him a couple concluding licks.

Wiping your mouth clean, you sat back down on the lounger. Baekhyun was still on his knees in front of you, breathless and dazed by your sudden leap, and you picked up your wet underwear to put it back on. As soon as you reclined, you heard a click.

He snapped a picture of you.

‘The heck?’ You frowned, caught off guard.

‘The sight is too mesmerizing to not perpetuate,’ he said, getting poetic out of the blue. ‘You’re beautiful, Y/N.’

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you instantly became defensive, sneering pettily in an unsuccessful attempt to cover it up.

‘Is that what you tell every model you fuck?’

He gave you a mischievous grin that only made you feel worse.

‘I definitely have it for the pretty ones. But you’re my favorite.’

Swallowing the bitterness in your mouth, you only hummed in response.

You could very well tell that you were. From what you’d heard before, he wasn’t the type to have sex with the same girl twice to avoid attachment. But it wasn’t the first time that you’d had sex with him. In fact, he’d had you sprawled underneath him on numerous occasions after (or during) some other photoshoots and events, where you’d crossed paths before.

But it was just that. Some brief fucking before your ways parted again for months. And as much as you wanted to put an end to the disconcerting dynamics between you two, you couldn’t. He was just too good at luring you in, and you were wandering into his trap willingly.

‘My offer still stands, honey. I’d date the hell out of you if you said yes.’

This wasn’t the first time he offered and you kept declining.

You truly wanted to put an end to your endless ‘get-togethers’, so actually agreeing to officially date him wasn’t part of your plan. Even though he was the one suggesting that, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you heard about him and a random young actress, or some other model that he fucked casually after a shoot. You had no intention of going through that. What you had right now wasn’t healthy, yet it was safer. For your emotional state.

Pushing your real feelings deeper down, you gave him a wry smile.

‘Don’t get greedy. Too much of a good thing is good for nothing.’ You got up and put your robe back on, giving him an almost flirty glance over one shoulder. ‘I hope you got some good shots. See you around, Baekhyun.’

He didn’t respond to that, only watching you walk away from him. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you reached the door.

Baekhyun didn’t need to know that your feet were heavy as lead with every step you took away from him.

Unpacking the fresh copy of the magazine issue a few weeks later, you found out that the last picture he snapped of you ended up on the cover. A snapshot of your illicit passion’s aftermath.

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