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Ever since that day he was being a little perv, you haven’t really brought it up to your roommate.

You try to avoid wearing similar clothing, just to save him the embarrassment.

Except from today. You kind of spaced that truce. You were so focused on finding a certain silk shirt, and may or may not have messed up Bang Chans pervy brain. 

You had just left the shower, and you are wearing baggy jeans, and just a white lace bra. You’re trying to find your red silky top, cause it pairs so well in your mind. But you can’t fucking see it anywhere in your room.

So you check in the basket outside of your room, in the living room.

Bang Chan is sitting on the couch, face stuffed in his phone. Or atleast it was.

You quickly move past him to immediately start digging in the pile of clothes, groaning with each movement when you still don’t see your shirt.

Then you lift your head and turn to Chan, “Have you seen my red,

silky top?” You question with a sigh. 

He doesn’t answer you.

He doesn’t answer you because his eyes are stuck on your breasts that are almost spilling out of your lace bra. 

You quickly lift your hand to meet it with your exposed chest, and once it’s covered, he lifts his head.

“I haven’t seen it.” He mumbles, glancing back down to your hand.

“Why are you such a fucking pervert?” You complain, not in the mood for his antics.

His throat catches, “Uh— I— No—“

Jesus christ.

Well… Hm.

Are you a hoe to say that you’re kind of debating on playing with him? Might as well. You’re really pissed off about your shirt, and this will probably make you laugh.

You grin a little, then raise a hand to tangle your fingers in his hair, lifting his head back. He stares up at your face now, plump lips parted, eyes meeting your gaze through his eyelashes.

“You’re pathetic.” You mutter, and you watch his lips close so he can swallow.

You sigh, your other hand that covers your chest falling. His eyes immediately are shooting across your chest, analyzing the cleavage and the top of your breasts that are perked up by the bra.

His tongue darts out to lick his top lip, then press his lips together tight. 

“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen boobs before?” You laugh. 

He blinks, and looks up at you. “I just— Not like yours.”

“You know, it’s not nice to stare.” You coo, gently guiding his face to be straight ahead now. You step in slowly, your breasts genuinely right in front of him.

You’re really getting a kick out of his beet red cheeks, neck, and ears. 

You’re about to say something else, your head turned away as you hum. Then suddenly Chans face is in your fucking boobs, and his hands are kneading as he cups them simultaneously.

“Woah!” You yelp, not stepping back or anything, but just caught off guard. “I didn’t give you permission, man.” You laugh.

You don’t really mean it in a way where he made you uncomfortable, more so a put him in his place.

His palms cup you, and knead so precisely. It pisses you off cause it feels really good. Especially with his nose stuffed into your cleavage.

This is weird. It’s weird. You gotta pull away.

But your mind skips when a tongue darts out, and a white stripe is licked along the top part of your breast. You flinch, “Chan!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. They look so good.. You look really good. How do you expect me to resist when you walk around like that?” He whines against your cleavage practically.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t kind of attracted to this.

Cause he’s so pathetic for it, acting like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to touch them. 

Is this gonna ruin your friendship? Probably on your end. Knowing Chan, he’ll probably be crazy good at acting like the bullshit never happened. But your mind doesn’t work that way.

“Yours are just so perfect.. My face fits so well.”

You chuckle, “Dude—“ You’re interrupted but another lick, and you gasp.

Your other hand swings to also tangle in his hair. Both of your fingers running along his scalp, gently.

“I need to touch them,” He hums against your chest, a finger sliding under the wire of your bra sneakily.

“Jeez, patience. So greedy.” Yours laugh, rolling your eyes. You reach your hands to his own, and slowly guide them to the back of your bra.

His head lifts, and he looks up at you. “Are you sure?”

“Why else would I have put your hands there??”

His fingers tangle around with your bra strap, until it undoes. Your breasts spill out from underneath the cups as he slowly pulls them off, and he blinks.  In awe.

“So perfect.” He hums, his fingers gently sending a trail up your torso, to your breasts. His index and thumb gently pinch your nipple, and you hiss.

He grins. He rolls them gently, then leans his head forward and wraps his lips around a nipple, the other dry breast being kneaded.

You hum, sighing as his tongue drags along your nipple slowly, and sucking. You bite your lip, a hand tangling in his hair.

He moves to the other breast, sucking intently. He presses a soft bite to your nipple, and you yelp, yanking his head back by his hair. “No.”

He genuinely whimpers. Oh my god.

He leans back in, and sucks on them so furiously, as if you yanking his head back turned him on more.

He’s a freak for boobs, ig. 

Felix had never really thought of himself as a voyeur, but maybe he was. Or maybe it was just Y/N. Maybe it was just Hyunjin.

Whenever he took his girlfriend, fucked her good, he wanted people to know. His boys, especially. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was something else, but he liked it when they heard. When they knew how she moaned, how she came apart under him. And maybe—just maybe—he liked the idea of one of them stepping in.

Hyunjin, especially.

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It started as a passing thought, just a flicker in his brain during late-night practices when he was too tired to think straight. The way Hyunjin’s lips always looked plush and wet, the way his fingers were long and delicate, the way he looked at Y/N sometimes—too fast to be caught, but Felix saw. He always saw.

Then, the night in the dorm kitchen happened.

Felix should’ve pulled away when Hyunjin walked in, should’ve at least covered her up. But he didn’t. Instead, his grip on her thighs tightened, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. He wanted Hyunjin to see. See the way Y/N took him so well, see how her body responded, how she moaned into the marble countertop, breathless and needy. And Hyunjin—he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a word. He just stared, mesmerized, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Felix had fucked her harder after that.

Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop picturing what would’ve happened if Hyunjin had stepped closer. If he had bent down, taken one of Y/N’s nipples into his mouth, let her whimper against his tongue. If he had traced his fingers over her stomach, lower, lower, until—

Felix exhaled sharply.

Beside him, Y/N shifted. Then, she turned to him, eyes heavy with something unreadable. Felix set his phone down as she leaned in, her voice quiet but certain.

“I want to have sex with Hyunjin.”

His heart slammed against his ribs.

Fuck.

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Felix didn’t hesitate. He never did when it came to Y/N. His princess got what she wanted—always. And if she wanted Hyunjin, then that was exactly what she was going to get.

He had to be smart about it, though. Had to make sure Hyunjin knew this wasn’t some weird setup, wasn’t some test of loyalty. He could already imagine the way Hyunjin would furrow his brows, lips pressing into a tight line, searching Felix’s face for any sign of a trap.

“You’re serious?” Hyunjin had asked when Felix finally brought it up, voice low, careful.

Felix just smiled. “She wants you.”

Hyunjin scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you’re just… okay with that?”

Felix leaned in, his voice dropping. “More than okay.”

The disbelief lingered in Hyunjin’s eyes, but Felix saw the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched, restless. He was thinking about it. That was enough for now.

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So Felix set it up.

Y/N deserved more than some awkward, hesitant arrangement. She deserved to be wanted, to be cherished, to feel like the center of the universe. So he made sure everything was perfect—her favorite lingerie, soft lighting, the scent of vanilla lingering in the air. And then, he sent Hyunjin a simple text:

“Come to your room.”

Hyunjin walked in first, shoulders tense, still half-expecting some kind of joke. But when he saw her, all that skepticism melted away.

She was waiting for them, sprawled across his bed like she belonged there, wrapped in delicate lace, smiling so brightly it made his chest ache. Like she was the happiest girl in the world. Because Felix had given her exactly what she wanted.

Hyunjin turned his head slightly, eyes flickering to Felix.

Felix just grinned.

“Go on,” he murmured. “She’s waiting for you.”

And fuck, if that didn’t make Hyunjin’s knees weak.

Hyunjin swallowed hard, gaze flickering between Y/N—laid out so perfectly for them—and Felix, who stood beside him, entirely at ease.

“Come here,” Felix murmured, voice smooth, knowing. He stepped forward first, crawling onto the bed like he’d done a thousand times before, settling between Y/N’s legs. His hand ran up her thigh, slow, possessive, before he turned back to Hyunjin, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Let me show you what she likes.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh as Felix’s fingers trailed over her stomach, his touch light enough to make her shiver. “She likes it when you take your time,” he continued, voice dropping lower. His fingers brushed over the lace covering her, making her hips twitch. “She likes being touched like this first—gentle, teasing. Gets her desperate for more.”

Hyunjin exhaled sharply, but he listened. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Felix’s hands, watching Y/N’s reactions, her breath hitching, her lips parting just so.

Felix glanced at Hyunjin, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, he reached out, grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, and guided his hand over Y/N’s thigh. “Feel how warm she is?” Felix murmured. “She’s been waiting for you, too.”

Y/N whimpered, pressing into their touch, and Hyunjin felt like he was drowning.

Felix’s voice was right by his ear when he spoke again. “Kiss her,” he whispered. “She’s so pretty when she gets kissed.”

Hyunjin hesitated for half a second before leaning in, brushing his lips against Y/N’s. She melted into him immediately, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, feel the soft hum she let out against his mouth.

And then, just as Hyunjin was getting lost in her, Felix’s fingers tilted his chin.

Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Felix kissed him.

It was slow, deliberate, a test—but also not. Felix kissed like he did everything else, confident and easy, like he already knew Hyunjin would kiss him back.

And fuck—he did.

The air in the room shifted, heavier now, hotter. Y/N whimpered between them, watching with wide, eager eyes as Felix pulled back just enough to smirk.

“See?” he murmured. “Told you this is what she wanted.”

And maybe—just maybe—it was what Felix wanted too.

Felix didn’t stop.

Hyunjin was still catching his breath from that kiss, lips tingling, head spinning, but Felix was already moving. His hands ghosted over the hem of Hyunjin’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin as he pulled it up and off. Hyunjin let him. Let Felix undress him, piece by piece, watching as Felix’s own shirt hit the floor next.

Y/N lay between them, eyes glazed with want, her hands skimming over their bodies, exploring.

Then, Felix’s hands were back on her, tracing the straps of her lingerie, playing with the delicate lace before sliding it down, baring her inch by inch. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration.

Hyunjin swallowed hard.

Felix noticed.

His smirk was slow, knowing. He tilted his head slightly, voice low, taunting. “You want to touch her?”

Hyunjin exhaled, shaky and uneven. His gaze flickered to Y/N’s, searching for permission—for confirmation that this wasn’t just Felix testing him.

She met his eyes, and for a second, she was so soft. So willing.

Then, without hesitation, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, delicate but firm, guiding him exactly where she wanted.

The first brush of his fingers against her made her gasp.

Her thighs twitched, back arching slightly, hips pressing closer to him on instinct. Warm. So fucking warm. Hyunjin swallowed hard, his breath coming out in a shudder as he watched his fingers disappear inside her.

Felix sat back, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. He was watching everything, chest rising and falling in short, uneven exhales, his pupils so blown they were nearly black.

Hyunjin worked her open, pushing deeper, curling his fingers just right.

Y/N moaned.

She spread her legs wider, giving them both a perfect view. And then, slowly, deliberately, she reached down with her free hand—using her own fingers to spread her pussy lips even more.

Hyunjin choked on air.

Felix nearly groaned.

“See how tight her pussy is?” Felix murmured, voice low and wrecked.

Hyunjin’s breathing stuttered. His fingers flexed inside her. His eyes flicked up to Felix, something dark and unreadable swirling in them.

“You kept that all for yourself?”

Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. His smirk widened, lazy and dangerous.

“Not anymore,” he murmured, shifting closer. His voice was a husky promise.

We stretch her out today.

Their smiles matched.

But Y/N—Y/N smiled the most.

Oh, this was heaven.

Hyunjin wasn’t hesitant anymore.

The second he had Y/N trembling under his fingers, once he saw the way Felix devoured every little reaction, something inside him snapped.

His grip tightened on her thigh. His other hand fisted the sheets beside her head. He wanted more.

Y/N let out a soft, surprised gasp as Hyunjin pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were wild, pupils dark, jaw clenched tight.

He wanted to ruin her.

Felix leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let him, princess.”

And she did.

Hyunjin spread her wide, lining himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. His grip on her thigh was firm, holding her still, keeping her open as he eased inside, stretching her inch by inch.

Her lips parted in a soundless moan.

Felix’s breathing hitched. His fingers flexed against his thighs.

Hyunjin let out a slow, shaking breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as her tight heat swallowed him whole. His jaw tightened, a deep groan breaking from his throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked, already breathless. “You feel so fucking good.”

Felix’s cock twitched painfully at the sight.

And then Hyunjin moved.

Deep. Slow. Deliberate.

A steady, claiming rhythm.

Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed, nails dragging down Hyunjin’s arms. Her tiny, helpless whimpers filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of her soaked pussy taking him so easily.

Felix couldn’t fucking look away.

The way Hyunjin fucked her, the way Y/N arched into it, the way her pretty little moans grew louder with every thrust—

He was gone.

“Felix,” Y/N moaned, reaching out blindly, her body shuddering between them. Desperate. Needy for her Boyfriend.

Hyunjin’s gaze flickered up, something dark and knowing swirling in his eyes. He saw it too—the way she ached for more.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, husky. “She wants you.”

Felix didn’t let them ask twice.

He was on the bed in seconds, his hand sliding over her heated skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her soft, breathy whimpers, his tongue teasing hers—hot, slick, claiming. She tasted so fucking sweet, so wrecked already, but he wanted more.

And then Hyunjin.

Felix barely had a moment to breathe before their eyes met again, their lips only a whisper apart. He could feel Hyunjin’s breath—warm, uneven —ghosting against his mouth, and suddenly, he wasn’t thinking anymore.

He just took.

Their lips collided again—this time with no hesitation, no second-guessing, no restraint.

It was Filthy.

Their tongues tangled, the kiss messy, deep, hungry, like they had been waiting for this just as much as Y/N had. Felix groaned into it, his fingers sliding lower, palming Hyunjins balls through his thrusts, feeling the way his cock buried deep inside her, the way he filled her so perfectly.

Hyunjin moaned into his mouth, the sound low and wrecked. His hips stuttered, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Y/N even harder.

Rough. Deep.

Felix felt every thrust, felt the heat radiating from them both, the damp sweat clinging to their skin. He pulled back, panting, watching the way Hyunjin’s cock disappeared into Y/N’s tight, wet pussy, the way she arched into every movement, the way her lips trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure consumed her.

She loved this. She fucking loved this.

And then Hyunjin flipped her over, pressing her down onto the bed.

Positioning her just right.

“Open your mouth for Felix,” Hyunjin murmured against her ear, his breath hot, his fingers gripping her jaw—not too rough, but just enough to make her shiver.

Y/N obeyed immediately.

Lips parting. Tongue flicking out. Eyes pleading.

Felix’s cock twitched at the sight.

“Fuck,” he muttered, a deep, low growl, his fingers threading into her hair, gripping it just tight enough to make her gasp.

Hyunjin smirked behind her, one hand sliding down the curve of her back, spreading her open, watching her drip for them.

Felix exhaled shakily. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. Rough. Possessive.

And then Hyunjin thrust into her from behind, slow and deep, while Felix slipped between her lips, groaning the second the heat of her mouth wrapped around him.

They moved in sync.

Hyunjin’s thrusts rocked her forward, forcing her to take Felix deeper, her throat tightening around him as she let out a strangled moan. Felix’s fingers flexed in her hair, his head dropping back for a moment, a breathless curse spilling from his lips.

She was so Helpless. Overwhelmed. So completely theirs.

And Felix had never fucking loved anything more.

Hyunjin met his gaze over her shoulder, his smirk all mischief.

“Wanna stretch her out more?”

Felix swore under his breath, his grip tightening.

Hyunjin smirked wider. Their hands met in a quick high-five, both of them already so fucking gone, before Felix pulled away, letting Y/N catch her breath.

But she didn’t want a break.

She whimpered at the loss, soaking the sheets beneath her, shifting, needy, desperate.

Hyunjin chuckled darkly.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her overstimulated clit. “You still want more?”

Y/N could barely speak, barely think—all she could do was nod.

Felix exhaled hard, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “She’s not done until we say she’s done.”

Hyunjin’s grip on her hips tightened. “Exactly.”

Felix moved her again, effortlessly flipping her onto her back, lifting her into his lap like she weighed nothing.

Her breath hitched, completely at his mercy.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, his voice like velvet, fingers trailing down her spine, teasing, possessive.

She smiled, still breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. “Hi, sunshine.”

Felix tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes drinking in her flushed skin, her kiss-bruised lips, the dazed, blissed-out look in her gaze.

God, she was so fucking beautiful like this.

“Enjoying yourself?” he murmured, lips ghosting over her cheek, his voice a slow, delicious tease.

She nodded, a soft, desperate sound escaping her lips, her thighs squeezing around his hips.

Felix smirked.

“You know I always give you what you want,” he murmured, lining himself up with her, teasing the head of his cock against her soaked, aching entrance.

“Just ask for it. You know how much i love Spoiling you”

Felix pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, groaning at the way she squeezed around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Before she could even adjust—Hyunjin.

His hands found her waist, warm, firm, grounding.

His body pressed against her back, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Breathe, baby,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

And then—

Hyunjin pushed in.

Right beside him.

The stretch was unreal.

Y/N’s head fell back, a strangled moan spilling from her lips as Hyunjin eased inside, the two of them filling her so completely she could barely breathe.

Felix let out a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as Hyunjin groaned, gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises.

The way her walls squeezed them both, the wet heat surrounding them, the perfect, sinful tightness—it was almost too much.

“How do you feel, baby?” Felix asked, voice gentle, breathless, wrecked.

“Is it okay?”

Behind her, Hyunjin pressed soft, teasing kisses along her jaw, his lips barely there, his hand slipping up to cradle her throat.

Her breath hitched, her body shivering, stretched so perfectly between them.

Felix’s fingers found her clit, circling slow, deliberate, coaxing, guiding her into pure, blissful surrender.

“It’s so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. So full. So overwhelmed. So desperate for more.

Hyunjin’s gaze met Felix’s over her shoulder.

Felix smirked.

Hyunjin mirrored it.

“You take two cocks so well,” Hyunjin murmured into her ear, voice smooth, thick with admiration and lust.

A shiver ran through her.

She arched back against him, pressing into the hard, muscled tones of his chest.

His arms tightened around her, securing her, owning her, holding her in place as they both pulsed deep inside her.

And then—his lips were on hers.

Plush. Warm. Needy.

A kiss that sent her spinning.

Felix took his time with her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, his lips tracing over her throat, worshipping every inch of her.

They stayed buried inside her, letting her adjust.

But she was ready for more.

And they knew it.

When they started moving, Y/N swore she was on cloud nine.

The stretch—blissful torture.

A deep, delicious burn that made every thrust more intense, made her head spin, made her body tremble.

She was so fucking full.

Two thick, hard cocks, moving inside her, claiming her, fucking her open.

Hyunjin moaned, low, wrecked, ruined at the way she clenched around them.

Felix cursed under his breath, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down onto them both, forcing her to take every inch.

The friction was filthy.

She could feel them, not just inside her but against each other, their cocks rubbing eachother, sending electric shocks of pleasure through all of them.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering slightly. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.

Y/N’s nails dug into one of their arms—she didn’t even know whose.

Felix’s voice was in her ear, soft, breathless, hypnotic.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “Taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”

“God, you feel so fucking good.”

“So tight for us, princess. You’re dripping.”

And then, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over her shoulder. Messy, desperate. Tongues sliding together, Felix sucking on Hyunjin’s bottom lip like he was starved for it.

“The way your dick presses against mine is so fucking hot, Jinnie,” Felix groaned.

Hyunjin chuckled darkly, breathless. “Mhm… and this is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You’re a really good friend, Lix.”

Felix let out a breathless laugh—until Y/N shifted between them, so needy.

“Oh, look at her,” Felix cooed, a teasing edge to his voice. “We’re not giving her enough attention.”

“Sorry, princess,” Hyunjin smirked.

Their hips snapped forward in sync, harder, deeper, filling her over and over until she was nothing but moans and trembling limbs. Their hands and mouths were everywhere—hot lips dragging down her throat, rough palms gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Completely surrounded. Completely taken.

She came harder than she ever had before. A cry tearing from her throat, body shaking, completely undone.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that she barely registered the way Hyunjin and Felix groaned in sync, her orgasm clenching around them, drawing them deeper into her. They had to have been heard. The entire dorm probably knew what was happening by now, but none of them cared.

The men pulled out, leaving her trembling, her body still spasming from the aftershocks. Hyunjin laid her on her back gently, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead before pushing back inside her, sliding in so easily through the mess they had made.

Felix followed, stretching her out all over again.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, thrusting in tandem, driving her into another wave of overstimulation that had her eyes rolling back, her lips parted in helpless moans. It was too much, but it was perfect.

Her fucked-out state only made them more desperate—her messy hair, the deep red marks littering her soft skin, her parted lips glistening with drool. She looked ruined, and they were responsible.

And they wanted more.

When Y/N came again, they both lost it.

Hyunjin let out a deep, guttural groan, his body trembling, his grip on her tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together.

Felix bit his lip, his whole body shuddering, a choked, wrecked moan slipping from his throat.

But in the heat of the moment, their lips met again and somehow, both of them slipped out.

Y/N barely had time to process it before she saw the sight in front of her.

Felix and Hyunjin, lost in each other.

Hyunjin’s hands roamed greedily down Felix’s back, gripping his ass, squeezing, spreading him open, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin.

Felix gasped into Hyunjin’s mouth, his hips rolling forward, their leaking, rock-hard cocks rubbing together.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Her pussy was still pulsing, loose and aching, but all she could do was watch, mesmerized, entranced, utterly ruined by the sight.

Hyunjin wasn’t gentle.

He grabbed Felix’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding against him, their cocks sliding against each other, throbbing, dripping, needy.

Felix moaned into his mouth, his fingers tangling in Hyunjin’s hair, tugging, making Hyunjin groan, making him push harder, rut against him like he needed to crawl inside him.

Felix’s hands slid lower, gripping Hyunjin’s ass in return, pulling him in, pressing their bodies together even tighter, until every inch of them was aligned, until they could feel each other’s heat, each other’s need.

Felix’s fingers trailed over Hyunjin’s nipples, teasing, pinching, making the other man gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.

“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin stuttered, voice thick, needy, desperate.

Felix grinned, breathless, smug.

“You like that? Wanna fuck my ass someday too ?” he murmured, dragging his tongue along Hyunjin’s jaw, his throat, tasting the sweat on his skin.

Hyunjin just groaned a quiet yes, his fingers digging into Felix’s back, nails leaving faint red lines.

Y/N let out a soft, desperate moan.

This was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Felix and Hyunjin panting against each other’s mouths, rubbing against each other, fucking against each other, hands roaming, tongues tangled, grinding and moaning like they couldn’t get enough.

Hyunjin’s forehead dropped against Felix’s, his breath ragged, uneven.

“I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice breaking, wrecked.

Felix nodded quickly, his hips still rolling, chasing friction.

“Me too—fuck,” he choked out, his cock twitching against Hyunjin’s, so fucking close to falling apart.

And then, Y/N’s voice cut through the haze.

Hoarse, desperate, wrecked beyond belief.

“Inside me.”

Both of them froze.

Felix’s gaze snapped to hers.

Hyunjin’s fingers tightened on Felix’s skin.

They didn’t need to be told twice.

They turned their attention back to her, both pushing inside her at the same time, their cocks sliding in so easily, her pussy still greedy for more. The overstimulation made her whimper, and they groaned in sync, finally giving in.

Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hot against her skin, as he came deep inside her, Felix following moments after, moaning as he spilled into her alongside Hyunjin.

The thought of it—being so full, so completely claimed by them—made Y/N smile in satisfaction, her body utterly spent.

“Imagine if she gets knocked up by one of us,” Hyunjin murmured, still panting, his voice laced with laziness and amusement.

Y/N only hummed sleepily at the thought of their cum breeding her—not even knowing which one of them it would be.

With all of their energy drained, none of them moved. They simply stayed buried inside her, keeping her warm, adjusting so she lay comfortably between them. Their bodies pressed close, their arms wrapped around her protectively, sweat and heat mixing as they held each other.

Felix traced soft circles over Hyunjin’s arm, his other hand resting on Y/N’s stomach, possessively, tenderly.

“On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you right now?” Felix asked, his voice drowsy but warm.

Y/N barely had the strength to answer, but she smiled sleepily at Hyunjin before whispering, “Twenty.”

Hyunjin chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You cute girl.”

But she was already asleep, safe and cherished in their arms.

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“Baby?” You call out, finally slowly approaching your boyfriend after standing in the doorway for the last 10 minutes. The bag on your shoulder slides off to the ground with a soft thud and you take a seat on the bed, next to Hyunjin’s leg. He picks his head up slightly, his eyes narrowed from the tiredness and he whines once again. 

“Don’t even look at me. I look like a giant tomato.” He grunts, his voice raspy and tired, the back of his hand covering his eyes as he tries to hide from you. You chuckle and caress his leg, kicking your shoes off in the process. 

“Aww, did you get sunburnt?” You tease him, ever so slightly scraping his thigh as he squirms under your touch. “Hey,” he cuts you off, pulling his leg away from your hand. “not cool, you know how fast I can get burnt.” 

You choke back a smile and let out a sigh. “I mean…you look so pretty like this. All red and helpless. Laying in the darkness of our room~” 

“I told you it’s not funny!” He turns around to hide from you, laying on his stomach as he groans into the pillow once again as you can’t help but chuckle. Now as his back is on display, you can clearly see the faint lines decorating his back from the sheets pressing against him, his red skin scorching hot when you touch it. “If you find it so hilarious, can’t you at least help me to cool it off?” Hyunjin mumbles into the material, his arms flexing next to his head as he grips the sheets harder. You caress his back slightly, tilting your head to the side as you admire his goosebumps rising on it. “Sure. With what though?” You reply shortly after you leave his skin alone. 

“There’s some aloe vera in the bathroom, I just couldn’t get up and get it. Can you please apply it on my back?” 

The tone in his voice that gets you, really. The way he worded please just got your stomach flip upside down. The way he lifted himself up by his arms to sit in front of you had your head spinning. When all he was able to do was to let out sighs after sighs when you put the cool gel on his sensitive, hot skin. If pain was pleasure, this was heaven. At least for you, but not short after you started pressing kisses on his nape before applying the gel, Hyunjin started to get even more nervous and fidgety. 

“Everything alright?” You whisper, your hand now working its way to his torso. He jumps slightly at the sudden temperature change, clearing his throat slightly. “Poor baby, you’re so sensitive,” you add, hands working the gel into his skin letting your nails scrape him from time to time as you speak. “how can you be so forgetful sometimes?” The moment those words hit his ears he knew he was gone for. That tone reminded him of so many things he felt his cock harden in his trunks, his heart slowly picking up the pace and his hands now more sweatier than they were before. He swallows and straightens up, one of his hands once again gripping the sheets. “I-I’m sorry, I totally forgot today..” He stutters but quickly covers it with a cough, feeling your hand teasing at his sides now. “I guess, you not being here….clearly messed with my head.” He adds on, biting his lips to keep his subtle moans back. 

Hyunjin can hear you let out a sigh, feeling your breath hitting his bare back. “Good thing I’m here now, right?” You press a feather-like kiss under his ear, making him shiver against you. Before he could even answer, you gently turn and push by his shoulders so now he’s laying under you on his back,sitting comfortably directly on his crotch as the sundress you are wearing keeps little to nothing to the eye. The sudden position visibly throws him off as his breath hitches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle here.” 

And as you make that promise you let the cooling gel pour right onto his skin, his body immediately jumping at the coldness and his hands instinctively grip at your waist. He groans when he feels your core pressing against his hard-on, his hips helplessly grinding up into you like his own body is not aching from a different pain. “Shit, baby -” A small moan escapes him, his now bloodshot eyes following your every move against him. 

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” 

You smear the slimy gel all over his stomach and chest, slowly massaging it into his skin, slowing down your movements especially around his chest area just to see the reaction screaming off of his face as you mercilessly tease his sensitive nipples. “I’m - fuck - baby w-what are you - ?” Hyunjin moans shamelessly, now his fully erected cock thrusting up into you from all the squirming and turning he’s doing under your touch. “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?” You repeat the same motion, now your fingers shamelessly circling his nipples. “Are they sensitive too?” The purr of your voice nearly brings him over the edge, his knuckles almost white as he grips your hips harder, pressing your own body down against him. 

Hyunjin choked on his own spit, mumbling under his breath. “D-don’t tease me….please, baby.”  

You knew exactly how fucking crazy you were driving him, practically feeling his precum oozing out of his tip as he grinded against you harder and harder. His breathing picked up the faster as you moved against him, rocking hips and circling hands moving together as all he could do was to moan and whimper under you. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck - fuuck,” he mumbled when your hands sled down further towards his trunks, now gripping the material to let his fully erected cock hitting the room’s cold air. “Nononono, please not there I-” His helpless pleas go right through you. 

“Shh, don’t you want my help baby? To make the pain go away? To make it all better?” Effortlessly, you lean down and press kisses on his chest, on his collarbones, and on his jaw as your hand wraps around his length. You let out a groan as you feel his girth between your hand, his prominent veins immediately throbbing with need as you continue kissing him. You smear remaining gel on your hands onto his cock, swifting your hand up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. “I swear I’ll make it all better~” 

It's like his own body disobeys him, he tries and tries to keep his voice back as much as he can, keeping his hips in place to not cum too fast but then there you are - alluring voice and hands working wonders on him as you bring him closer to his release. “I-I don’t think I can hold much longer -” He whimpers, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. 

His hands cover too much at once, but nothing at the same time, his fingers finding the edge of your dress to pull it over your head just to see your naked body on top of him. “Fuck, no bra?” He questions, his hands cupping your breasts before you could even answer. The breathy moan hits his ears at the same time your clothed pussy grinds down onto his lubed up cock, his sensitive pink tip flushed against his wet stomach. 

“Nghn- baby ~” You moan, the mutual pleasure now getting to your body too as it’s his turn to massage your nipples. All you can see, feel, and hear is him. Him him him. It’s so raw, looking down you see his tip oozing from his precum right onto his wet stomach as you drag your clothed pussy along his shaft, his muscles flexing while trying to keep you on top of him. And oh, his beautiful face shining in pure pain from dragging his climax out so far and his skin feeling everything at once. At every move or breath he feels his skin tighten on him, your hips rubbing together with his as you chase your own release along with him. It hits him all too deep and together - your voice and moans twisting in his stomach when he feels you cum untouched - your panties soaked from all the liquids mixing together. Hyunjin can’t help but whine at this point, feeling his climax approaching incredibly fast as you throw and toss your head in pleasure. 

“That’s it pretty…” he pants, his pubic bone pressing against where you are aching just as the same as him. “take it, take all of me, baby.” 

You loved how sensual it was, going perfectly along with his burning body in the cool set room so he can cool off, - but instead here he finds you moaning his name as you both reach your climax together. Hot white ropes of cum paint your panties and his stomach, his hands now gripping your back and the nape of your neck to bring you down for a deep kiss, moaning into each other's mouth while running out of breath. 

Here you lay with your forgetful boyfriend, sticky and hot skin pressing together under the AC, while you still try to calm and cool his burnt skin off in desperation continuously all night. 

It doesn’t matter how, just somehow :)

a/n: no words. just sending this to my bestie @arunainluv happy nameday

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

@ astrasng 2026

“Baby, can you leave?” you huffed into the phone.

“Not yet. What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Pent up, can’t cum. I keep getting close but….” You trailed off with a whine, fingers moving frantically.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he teased, though you could hear his desire. “I can’t get out of here yet though. Contract…. Baby, do you trust me?”

“Course I do.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna make a call, you wait right there.” You let your phone drop as he hung up.

You really hoped he was calling someone to get out of his contracted time. You’d come with him to Paris for fashion week and the associated events like tonight’s. You didn’t really care what you were doing, just that you got to spend more time with your man and that he looked so good while you were together. You’d even been dressed in Dior for yesterday’s event. But tonight you’d been people’d out, not wanting to attend another party with more people you didn’t know. He’d understood and so you’d stayed behind in the hotel room while he went downstairs to the event space in the hotel where tonight’s festivities were happening. But then pictures of him had begun appearing online from tonight’s event and well, you just couldn’t help yourself.

The problem was, now you couldn’t actually get off. You’d been teetering at the edge of an orgasm for a stupidly long time, too frustrated to actually give up knowing you were too edgy to get any rest. If you’d brought one of your vibrators this wouldn’t have been an issue, but it’s not like you thought you were going to need one.

Then the door to your hotel room opened. Hopeful, you leaned up, but it was Chan with his phone in hand. In your current state, you’d forgotten he was also in Paris for similar reasons. You scrambled for the blanket when Hyunjin’s voice rang out from Chan’s phone.

“Don’t baby. He’s here to help.”

“Hyune?”

“It’s me.” Chan turned his phone so you could see your boyfriend on video call. “You’ll let Channie help you out, right?” It was something the two of you had talked about many times – bringing Chan into your bedroom. You’d just always kinda assumed Hyunjin would be in the room too. But one look at Chan – blown pupils, color rising in his cheeks, cock already tenting his sweatpants – and you couldn’t stop the whine that tore out of you. “That’s it, sweet girl.”

The pride in Hyunjin’s voice had you clenching around nothing as Chan moved closer, fingers trailing from your ankle, to your inner thigh. He set his phone against the lamp on the bedside table, making sure the camera was facing the two of you and that you could see Hyunjin.

“Okay?” he asked softly, both men chuckling as you nodded frantically. Chan lifted your soaked fingers in his left hand to suck them clean while the fingers of his right moved swiftly to replace yours. You cried out at his touch – fingers thicker than your boyfriend’s, touch slightly hesitant. “Beautiful,” he grinned after taking your fingers out of his mouth and pressing your hand to his chest.

“Just wait until she cums. She’s gorgeous.” You could feel that elusive edge getting closer while Chan hovered over you, fingers reaching deeper than you could on your own, thrusts steadier and more powerful than your own. He added his thumb against your clit and – finally – you broke, fingers twisting in his tank top, back arching, cunt clenching as you finally tumbled over that edge. “Good girl,” Hyune praised from the phone. “Look at you, sweetheart. So good for Channie, hm?”

You sagged against the bed as Chan’s fingers slowed and he gently pulled out of you. “Gorgeous,” he said with a dimpled grin.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” you turned to Chan’s phone and your boyfriend’s face.

“I think it’s only fair since Channie helped you get off that you help him too, huh? That you let him use that pretty body to get off.”

“Would you like that, Hyune? Like the idea of one of your best friend using me while you’re stuck at your boring fashion party? Pounding in my cunt? Would you like it if I let him cum inside me?” He groaned, head dropping forward. You chuckled, “Okay, baby. You have fun.” You reached over and hung up the video call before he could respond.

Then Chan was on you. He leaned over you, a hand on either side of your head, caging you against your hotel bed. “You sure?” he asked, voice soft.

“Absolutely,” you said with a grin, reaching forward to smooth your hands up under his black tank top.

You and Hyunjin had talked about it many times, usually when he was balls deep inside you, wondering how Chan would fuck either or both of you. You were a little well, not quite disappointed but close enough, that you were going to learn that answer without Hyunjin. Not that that was enough to stop you.

The tank top was off and thrown somewhere in the room, then Chan was sliding a hand around the back of your head, hauling you up, and kissing you like he had a right to claim you. You clutched at his shoulders, giving yourself over to him, desperate despite your recent orgasm.

While his lips trailed down your neck, your hands trailed down his chest, lightly scratching just to feel him hiss against your skin. Bracing a hand on his chest, you pushed just a little and he immediately backed off. Which sent twin bolts of lust and affection through you. You didn’t give him a chance to ask what was wrong before you were scrambling off the bed, kneeling between it and him.

He groaned above you, one hand dropping to the top of your head before sliding into your hair. His sweatpants came off quickly, the band catching just slightly on his hard cock, before you had them pushed to his ankles. The lack of any kind of underwear didn’t surprise you.

He wasn’t as long as Hyunjin, but was definitely thicker. You couldn’t wait to taste him. You opened your mouth wide as his free hand came down and wrapped around the base of his cock. He groaned lightly, seeing the almost-desperate way you were looking up at him with your tongue lolled out, not-actually-patiently waiting for him. He tapped the head of the cock against your tongue a couple times, teasing you with the barest taste of him, before slowly sliding into your waiting mouth. He hesitated when you gagged a little as his head scraped against the roof of your mouth, but you just relaxed further onto your heels, breathing slowly through your nose as you worked to calm your gag reflex.

“Goddamn, baby,” Chan huffed out, holding still for a few seconds once your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Carefully, trying not to trigger your gag reflex again, Chan pulled out of your mouth and built to a steady, easy rhythm. His now free hand came down to cup your jaw, both hands holding your head steady as he used your mouth. You relaxed fully and let him, more turned on than you’d ever be able to express as this man who wasn’t your boyfriend used you so perfectly, your moans muffled by his cock.

Unexpectedly, he stopped moving, balls pressed against your chin and leaned to the side, pushing you back slightly as he did, before straightening you both up with his phone in his hand. “Hyune deserves to see how pretty you look, don’t you think?” You couldn’t actually answer with his cock buried in your throat, but he must’ve seen your agreement in your eyes because he snapped a photo and, presumably, sent it to your boyfriend.

You knew he took a few more photos and sent them, but couldn’t be bothered to care. Besides, Hyunjin took photos of the two of you all the time, and you knew he’d love these ones from Chan – eyes teary, face reddening a little, Chan’s hand buried in your hair.

You could feel Chan getting closer in the way he twitched in your mouth and in the way his thrusts started to lose rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks, pressing your tongue tight against the underside of his cock, moaning around him when his grip on your hair tightened.

With no warning, he yanked out of your mouth and stroked himself over you once – twice – and spilled all over your tits with a moan. Your chest heaved as you worked to catch your breath and he took a short video clip. He hauled you up onto his lap as he dropped onto the hotel bed and you watched the text he sent your boyfriend. Thought she’d look amazing covered in my cum. I was right.

You chuckled breathlessly, tucking yourself against his chest, head on his shoulder. You were caught between relaxing and wanting more – still incredibly turned on but Chan’s fingers were rubbing soothing circles against your low back. You almost didn’t care which he decided on.

Then he gripped your thighs and tossed you back onto the bed, swiftly moving to hover over you. “Think he’d mind if I mark you up a little?” he asked, voice low, nose trailing up the side of your neck near your ear.

“Please,” you demanded, threading your fingers into the hair on the back of his head and hooking one foot behind his thigh. He chuckled low, breath hot against your neck. He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of your throat before stopping where your neck and shoulder met and sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh there. He echoed your moan before continuing down your body, leaving a haphazard trail of love bites as he went.

You hadn’t been paying attention to his phone until you saw him holding it up and snapping a quick picture of the marks he’d left behind. Then he settled himself between your thighs, dropping the phone beside you and hooking your thighs over his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you groaned out, hand shooting back to his hair as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your core. You felt him chuckle against you. You scrambled for the phone, managing to snap a picture of Chan looking up at you as he licked a stripe over you. He paused just long enough for you to send it before diving in, eating you out with a single-minded focus, phone dropped and completely forgotten.

His lips and tongue were confident, but exploratory. Teasing licks to see what you respond to, mouth covering as much of your cunt as he physically could just to see the way you arched into his touch. You crossed your ankles behind his back, his fingers digging into your upper thighs, and gave yourself over to the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, then he shifted so he could fuck his tongue into you while his nose rubbed against your clit. He turned his head slightly and bit your upper thigh gently, sucking another bruise against your skin, then turned back and sucked your clit into mouth.

He kept going, giving you just enough to build you up, only to change it up when he decided you were getting to close to another orgasm. At the same time, he seemed to be fueled by every little sound he pulled from you. You could feel his muscles bunching in his back with each moan or whine.

“Tease,” you whined out finally, digging your heels into his back.

He chuckled against you. “Can’t help it. Sound so pretty for me. Like to take you to the recording studio and use your sounds in our next track. Think he’d let me?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer, sucking your clit back into his mouth and pressing his tongue against the sensitive little nub.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping hard enough to have him moaning against you as he finally fully focused on making you cum, tongue flicking over your clit and building you higher and higher until finally you crested over that edge, whining out his name and squeezing your thighs around his head.

Chan didn’t give you time to get your breath back. He practically shot up from between your thighs, claiming your lips in a rough kiss, while hooking one of your legs over his hip. You felt his hand not on your thigh moving around, but were too busy fighting for some semblance of your own sanity to figure out what he was doing. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away, leaving you more breathless than you’d been.

He grinned at you, that sweet, dimple grin that was completely at odds with the current situation and the things he’d just done to your body. And you saw that he once again held his phone. He hitched your leg a little better on his hip, forcing you to tilt your hips, until he was lined up perfectly. Camera focused on, you assumed, your pussy, he slid into you nice and slow, making sure you felt every inch of him stretching you out. You moaned, head arching back, hearing his echoed moan.

Pausing to let you adjust, he sent whatever photo or video he just took, and tossed the phone beside you again.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice soft and almost sweet as he rubbed a hand over your hip. “Stretched out and taking my cock so well, aren’t you baby?” You moaned at the praise, digging your heel into his thigh. “Oh, are you ready, hm?” he teased, though you could see by the look in his eyes that his own control was fraying. So rather than respond verbally, you rolled your hips against him. “Fuck,” he moaned, head dropping forward for just a second.

Then he grabbed you by the thighs, keeping your legs spread wide, pulled out steadily and slammed back in. He built a steady rhythm, eyes wandering from your face contorted in pleasure with your mouth hanging open with every little pleasure-filled sound being pulled from your lungs, your tits and the love bites scattered over your neck and chest, to the place where the two of you were joined.

One hand twisted into the sheets beside you, you reached up for him and were more than pleased when he immediately leaned down, claiming your lips in a sloppy kiss. You grinned internally at the moan against your lips when you tangled your fingers back into his hair and tugged.

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered against your lips, before pulling away and planting his hands on either side of your waist. Again, you pressed your heel to the back of his thigh. “I am not a horse,” he huffed out, though he did quickly get back to the pace he’d had before kissing you, hips snapping into yours.

It took you a second, but then you responded, “But you’d look so pretty with me riding you.”

“Oh god,” his head dropped back with a moan, just as you heard the hotel door open.

“They let you go,” you huffed out, gaze locked on your boyfriend as he stepped fully into the room. Chan startled slightly. He hadn’t heard the other man come in and didn’t have your view to see him.

“Apparently, I looked ‘rough’,” he said with finger quotes as he tugged at his expensive clothes. “Probably something to do with every new notification I got.” The words may have been meant to scold, but the tone and look in his eyes was desperation.

Chan shifted onto his heels, gripping your hips and pulling you into his lap so your back arched further. “Perfect. God, look at you pretty girl.” You moaned in response, his cock hitting deeper now as he fucked up into you.

“Yeah you are,” Hyunjin stepped up behind him. “You look so good taking Channie’s cock, baby girl.” He reached down, thumb flicking over your clit just enough to have your hips bucking, before sliding up your belly. “And his text was so right. Your tits look so good covered in his cum.” You grin dissolved into a moan as Hyunjin pinched at your nipples, completely uncaring about the cum now on his fingers. Or – you groaned as you watched him lift his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, a sounded echoed by Chan.

Hyunjin stepped up to the side of the bed and, without needing a word, you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out over your teeth. “Good girl,” he grinned down at you, hand slipping under the back of your head to hold you the way he wanted as he slid his head against your tongue, groaning at the feeling before sinking into your mouth. You took as much of him as you possibly could in the position you were in. Not that you had much choice with your boyfriend holding your head securely and Chan still holding your hips in his lap as he pounded into you.

You reveled in it, loving to give up control to two men you trusted so much. You groaned low, eyes rolling back as they built a rhythm together, alternating their thrusts.

Then Chan shifted and you tried to peer down your body at him. You couldn’t really see him with the way Hyunjin had your head shifted, but you didn’t need to as, a few seconds after he wrapped your legs around his waist, he was leaning over you. He pressed his lips to your bottom lip, but it wasn’t a kiss he was after – not really. It was difficult to describe, like he was trying to kiss you and lick Hyunjin’s cock at the same time. You didn’t care, especially not with the low whine his actions elicited from your boyfriend, so you stopped trying to keep track of what he was doing.

You could tell Hyunjin was edging himself, could tell he was actively trying not to cum just yet. And you could figure the reason why. You knew how much he loved both edging himself and waiting until you came before he did. His free hand slid down your chest, fingers rolling your nipple between them before tugging it lightly and pulling a high pitched whine from you that the two of them could just hear, despite your mouth being thoroughly occupied.

You knew how long he’d been hard, knew he needed a release that you and Chan had both already gotten, and – perhaps most importantly – knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. You looked up, seeking his eyes to find them already on yours. Then you moved your tongue, letting your teeth scrap over the side of his cock when he pulled out. With a sound that was half-whimper, half-groan, his hand tightened in your hair, eyes going glassy, as his cock twitched and flooded your mouth.

The second he pulled away, before you could swallow it all, Chan’s tongue was in your mouth, lips sealed over yours. Fingers were on your clit – Hyunjin’s you had to assume – and you lost the ability to track anything for just a moment as your back arched and your orgasm washed through you.

“Fuck,” Chan moaned against your jaw, hips still pistoning into you. “Feel so good when you cum ‘round me.”

Hyunjin’s fingers hadn’t left your clit, still rubbing the sensitive little nub and chuckling when your thighs started to twitch around Chan’s hips.

“Hyune, too much,” you whined through the overstimulation.

“Mm, feels incredible,” Chan countered, sliding one hand under your low back to hold you still arched and planting the other hand on the mattress beside you to prop himself up. Hyunjin’s fingers stayed on your clit, pushing you deeper into the overstimulation, until Chan’s hips stopped, pressing as deep into your cunt as he physically could, twitching violently as he came hard.

He collapsed beside you after only a moment, taking one of your legs with him and leaving you spread wide, as if open for your boyfriend’s inspection. Which is exactly what it felt like when Hyunjin took his place between your legs. He had his own phone in hand – and when had he had time to get that? – and was taking a video of his fingers teasing through your cum-soaked cunt.

“Look at you, sweet girl,” he muttered in that voice that always had you whimpering – the one that said he was not going to hold back from wrecking you even though you were already ruined for the night. “All messy with another man’s cum,” his fingers just barely dipped inside you and you were left to wonder why you already felt so wrecked when the two of you had gone for hours together many times before. Maybe it was the unintentional edging from earlier. “Look so pretty all used by Channie. But I bet you’ve got another in you for me, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nodded, despite the way your whole body felt like pudding and were rewarded with his blinding smile before he leaned down and captured your lips with his. Just as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you felt his cock press into you. You fought to close your legs around him, but Chan still had one of your legs in his grip, holding you open.

You started to care, almost said something when Hyunjin moved away from your lips. But then he noticed and groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Look at you, sweet girl. Held open for me. Didn’t even need to bring ropes, did we?”

Beside you, Chan moaned, grip tightening on your thigh. “Ropes?” he leaned in, nose ghosting over your neck. “You let him tie you up?” You could only nod, trying and failing to get words out around the constant moans Hyunjin was pulling from you. “Fuck, I gotta see that.”

“Painted her before.” Hyunjin huffed out. “Pics too.”

Chan moaned against your neck where he’d started peppering kisses along your sweaty skin. “’Course you have. Know how much you like seeing her….” He trailed off, sucking a new bruise just under your collar bone.

“Look so pretty covered in Channie’s marks, baby. Gonna make him leave new ones when we get home so I can paint ‘em.” That pulled matching moans from you and Chan. You knew – had known the whole time – that this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing. But now Chan was sure of it too.

Despite the fact that he’d just cum, you could see the effect talking about your sex lives was having on Hyunjin. You could see how close to that edge he was getting already, could feel it in the almost-desperate way his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles to make sure you came first. And it was more evident when he looked away from you, tipping his head back.

You took the opportunity and grabbed Chan’s arm. “Hm?”

With your free hand, you tapped the front of your own neck and gestured to Hyunjin so he wouldn’t hear you. Chan, thankfully, caught on immediately. He scrambled up behind your boyfriend, peering down at you over his shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around the front of his neck.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened almost comically wide as his orgasm surprised him and he leaned unintentionally into Chan’s hold around his neck and pressed his thumb hard against your clit, pushing you over the edge too.

When you came back to yourself, they were laying on either side of you, both breathing hard. You didn’t have the energy to move, so you didn’t despite the desire to curl into one of them.

“Next time,” Chan huffed out from beside you, “I’m fucking you too,” he reached across you to grip Hyunjin’s hip.

“You’d better,” Hyunjin retorted.

chan had you laying down, legs pressed down on either side of your head, and a pillow strategically placed under your lower back. whimpers and whines falling from your saliva slicked lips right onto his, sharing the same oxygen as if you both needed it to survive. he is not too far behind you though, letting out soft groans and low moans. you two have been going at it for a good hour, however, that was all his plan and not yours.

your sweet boyfriend had learned that you have never squirted before. your past partners couldn’t get the job done and quite frankly you couldn’t either. you have tried before but grew frustrated at the anticlimactic outcome, quite literally. you had decided that you just were one of the few people who weren’t able to do it. chan on the other hand, knew you could and was determined to get you to that point.

your legs trembled beneath his rough grip, overstimulation making its presence known with every orgasm chan provides you. “c-chan… i can’t- fuck! i can’t t-take anymore” you managed to say. “yes you can, baby. need to get you all nice and overstimulated so you can squirt” chan replies, his voice dripping with desire and excitement as he proceeds to plow into your divine cunt. you’ve been down this road many times before and you already know the outcome, you shake your head at his words, “i c-can’t, chan” you respond in a defeated tone. “yes. you. can.” chan replies rather roughly, changing the angle of thrust slightly and continuing his punishing pace.

a gasp was ripped out from your throat as the mushroom tip of his cock rams your sweet spot repeatedly. your whimpers start to get louder and higher in pitch as you feel another orgasm approaching rapidly. “there it is, baby. that’s the spot i was looking for” he spoke softly, biting your bottom lip gently afterwards. as your orgasm nears, you notice the sudden feeling of needing to pee. panic settles in and you try pushing your boyfriend away from you. “c-chan, please stop. i f-feel like i’m g-gonna pee” your voice laced with embarrassment as you try to get him off of you. chan’s eyes light up at your sudden announcement, “that’s it, baby. that’s the sign you’re almost there. you’re gonna squirt. start pushing, push for me” he encourages while placing his hand on your lower abdomen and starts pushing down slightly. he makes sure to keep the same pace and intensity, not wanting to ruin this amazing experience for you.

after a few more thrust, a gush of liquid came out of you. drenching chan’s abdomen and the sheets below you. you let out a pained moan as you squirted, the sensation being too good for your own sake. “fuck, yeah. just like that, keep it coming. i know you got some more in you. fuck… such a sight to see” chan rambles on as you finish squirting, unable to peel his eyes away fromyour sopping pussy. he then came unexpectedly, too lost on the beautiful view in front of him to notice he was close. he growled as he emptied himself inside your warm cunt, burying his face between your gorgeous tits. “i love you so much, my pretty girl. i knew you could do it” he whispers, panting against your skin. you giggle at his words, panting along with him as well. “i love you too, channie. thank you for proving me wrong” you whisper back. your hands soon find their way to his hair, raking your fingers through his locks, trying your best to help calm him down. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing the soft skin, imitating your actions, trying to call you down as well. “let’s do that again, yeah?” he suggests, still out of breath making you laugh at his eagerness.

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“okay, you ready?”

a few weeks and dates and livestreams and some more dates had led to this - your first livestream together. you’re sitting on minho’s lap, your back pressed against his chest and his cock pressing against your ass, both of you completely naked and ready to start.

you nod your head, trying to appear calm, but you can feel your pulse hammering inside your chest. minho kisses the curve of your shoulder and then leans to tap the button on the screen, finally starting the livestream. the camera only catches your bodies from your necks down, filling the frame with your breasts, your stomach and the sight of your thighs on top of his thick ones. 

as soon as you’re on, the chat explodes.

user69: holy shit it’s them

aussielord: fuck this is gonna be insane

cumslut: i knew those rumours of them being together were true

the donations start rolling in before either of you even moves and the number of viewers climbs fast. 

“looks like everyone’s been waiting for this, huh?”, minho says, “well, the good news is that we’re about to give you exactly what you want”

his hand starts moving then, his fingers going from the base of your throat down between your breasts, pausing there to brush each nipple until they are so hard it almost hurts you. he continues moving his hand lower before it settles at your waist, his touch possessive but guiding at the same time.

he moves his hand between your thighs and then spreads his legs a bit beneath you, forcing yours apart with the help of his hand, until each of your knees hooks over his thighs. your cunt opens completely to the camera, your slick folds glistening and your clit already swollen and begging to be touched.

dirtypup: fuck look how wet she is already

maknaeontop: spread her legs more

edgequeen: i wanna be her pls

“see how they’re watching you? how they can tell you’re dripping for me?”, minho says as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his fingers moving to trace your lower lips without pushing inside yet, “they’ve been dying to see your pussy up close again. and now it’s here, spread open on my lap”

you move instinctively, your hips rolling to chase his touch, your ass grinding back against his cock and he groans softly.

“i- i-”, you say as a moan escapes your lips.

“shhh, no, no. easy there”, he says, his voice dropping into that commanding tone he uses during his livestreams, “i decide when you get more, kitten”

he moves two of his fingers and finally parts your folds, circling your entrance before he sinks both of his fingers inside you. he starts curling them inside you as his thumb focuses on your clit, circling it with his thrusts. 

“that’s it”, he says against your ear but loud enough for the stream, “take my fingers like the good girl you are. let everyone see how tight you are, how you’re soaking my hand”

your head falls back against his shoulders and your hips start moving again, rocking down onto his fingers. the camera shows everything - the way your cunt stretches around his fingers, how your juices coat his skin, how you’re dripping down onto his thighs, how your clit is throbbing visibly under his thumb.

“i- m-more… i need more”, you manage to say, your voice breaking with another moan.

quokkjone: the princess wants more, add another finger

minho hums and then obliges without hesitation, adding another finger inside you, the stretch burning you but your cunt clenching so hard around it you’re sure you’re gonna come any minute now. 

“o-oh, god, i-i need more”, you say, your hips never stopping, chasing the friction, anything he would give you.

“fuck, listen to that”, he says, his voice rough with desire, “so wet for me. i’m sure you can all hear the sounds her pussy is making while i fuck her with my fingers”, he says to the people watching you, and you’re so lost in your own pleasure you almost don’t hear him.

your thighs tremble over his and your orgasm starts growing faster and faster. your hands move to his thighs for leverage as you try to ride his fingers more. his free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand continues working between your legs. 

“you’re close already, aren’t you, kitten?”, he asks you now, his voice low and knowing, “i can feel you squeezing my fingers. you’re gonna soak my hand, aren’t you?”

you nod frantically, too lost in everything he’s doing to form words. your walls keep clenching around his fingers, your orgasm building, about to break, but then, he stops. his fingers still completely inside you, buried to the knuckles but not moving anymore. your desperate whines fill your room, your hips bucking uselessly in a helpless attempt against his frozen hand.

“no, p-please, no. why? what did-”, you say, turning your head towards him but he kisses you quickly, making you stop, his tongue sliding past your lips to swallow every broken sound you make.

“shh, no, not yet, kitten”, he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and firm against your lips, “you don’t come until i say so”

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, dragging them out of you. your thighs tremble over his as he shifts beneath you, his hands gripping your waist and turning you around on his lap until your back faces the camera, your ass and the mess between your legs fully exposed to the people watching you now.

you press your breasts against his chest and now his cock is between your bodies, its tip glistening with precum and fully on display for the viewers. minho’s hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he leans in to speak against your ear again.

“didn’t you say you wanted to ride and soak my thighs? come on, kitten, do it now”

his words send another rush of heat through you, and you feel yourself dripping again. you shift forward obediently, you’re sure you would do anything he told you to do at this point. you straddle one of his thick and muscled thighs and then lower yourself until your dripping cunt meets his skin.

“f-fuck”, you gasp, throbbing your head back at the contact.

your folds part around the muscle there and your clit drags along his leg as you begin to rock your hips. each grind leaves a shiny trail of your arousal smeared across his thigh, the wet sounds growing louder with every pass. your breasts press against his chest, your nipples brushing against his skin with every movement. 

minho’s cock stands rigid between you, twitching visibly on camera as you ride his thigh. your hand reaches down to wrap around it, your fingers curling around the tip, but his hand catches your wrist before you can do anything else. 

“no”, he says, “i’ll do that. you focus on making a mess on my leg”

he lets your wrist go and wraps his own hand around his cock, beginning to stroke from base to tip, matching the rhythm of your grinding and every time his fist slides upwards, his precum wells at the tip and drips down over his knuckles. 

midnightwolf: fuck look at her grinding on him

maknaeontop: his thigh is soaked already

princessonline: stroke it slower, let her watch

artprince69: she’s dripping everywhere, i’m gonna come from watching this

minho’s free hand moves to your ass, encouraging you to press down harder. your clit drags over the firm muscle again and again, each pass sending sparks racing up your spine. you moan louder now, the sound mixing with the wet slide of your cunt against his skin and the sound of his hand working his cock. 

“listen how wet you are”, he says, his lips brushing your temple, “they can see every drop you’re leaving on me. keep going, just like that, kitten. show them how needy that pretty pussy is”

you answer with another moan, your hips moving faster, grinding down and making your clit throb. your hands move to his shoulders as you ride his thigh with desperation now. minho’s strokes on his cock grow firmer now and every few strokes he pauses at the tip, his thumb swiping over to spread the precum before sliding back down. 

“this feels s-so good”, you say and then you lean to kiss him, your mouths meeting as your hips never stop moving.

strongspear: fuck they’re so hot together

edgequeen: she’s about to come on his thigh

minho breaks the kiss only to press his forehead to yours, his breathing hard just like yours.

“i can feel you getting close”, he says.

you nod your head frantically, your hips stuttering as you chase the edge, your orgasm building fast again but then, his hand leaves his cock to grip your hip, stopping your movements completely.

“but not yet”, he says again, “i told you you don’t get to come until i say so”

another broken whine slips from your throat, your walls clenching and fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs from your denied release and fresh arousal drips down his thighs. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you off his lap with ease. he moves your bodies sideways on the bed so the camera can catch everything from your necks down to your feet, your naked bodies fully visible, every curve and movement on display.

you’re on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, and then minho climbs over you, settling between your spread legs. he leans down to kiss you, but the moment your lips part for him, he pulls back just enough to tease you, hovering so close you can feel his breath. you chase his mouth, lifting your head, but he pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.

“stay there”, he says, his voice firmer now.

his hands move to your knees, gripping and spreading you wider until your thighs are stretched open, your dripping pussy completely soaking the sheets under you. he leans in again, this time letting the kiss land. his lips move against yours, hard and deep, while his hips shift forward. his cock nudges against your entrance, pressing slowly inside as his tongue slides against yours until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. 

cumslut: the’re actually fucking on cam

user69: holy fuck look at that it’s so hot

minho groans into your mouth, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward again, setting a steady and deep rhythm. each stroke drags his cock along your sensitive walls, already overstimulated from your previous denials. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper as your moans spill out between kisses.

“fuck, y-you’re so tight”, he breathes against your lips, “taking me so well, kitten”

you moan louder, your hips lifting to meet each thrust, “i-it feels so good… don’t stop, p-please”

his pace quickens, your hips snapping harder against each other as the camera captures every single detail - the way his cock disappears inside you, how your cunt clings to him, how your breasts bounce with each thrush, his hand sliding between your bodies and finding your clit, making your back arch.

“listen how wet you are, soaking my cock while everyone watches us”, he growls, thrusting deeper even though you didn’t know that was possible, “you love this, don’t you, kitten?”

“y-yes, fuck, yes-”, you gasp, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm grows again.

aussielord: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen

maknaeontop: look how she’s taking him fuck

minho’s thrusts grow rougher, his thumb moving faster on your clit now.

“come for me, kitten”, he says, his voice strained, “come on my cock while they watch us”

his words send you over and your orgasm crashes through you hard as you squeeze his cock, your whole body shaking. minho groans loudly and then he breaks too, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

you both collapse together, both of you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat. minho stays buried inside you for a bit before he pulls out, a mix of your releases dripping from your pussy onto the sheets. 

“it was our pleasure. we’ll see you very soon, you freaks”, minho says as he reaches over and ends the livestream, the screen going dark.

he turns back to you, his mouth capturing yours again, his lips hungry and needy against yours. you moan against them, your hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer to you, as you bite his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth.

“and you…”, he says, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips, “don’t think i’m done with you”, he says before he kisses you again, “you’re going to do that again on my other thigh…”, he says and you feel yourself getting wet again, the idea making you moan against his lips once more, “like the good kitten you are for me”

and with that you know that even though the livestream is done, the night is far from over.

a/n: the live: unfiltered series is finally here!! i'm so excited for you all to read them and what a way to start!! you all loved our cam!minho so he had to come back to kick this off hip hip 🥳 next up we have (in the words of han jisung) our very own big boy changbin so you better get ready for that 🙂‍↕️

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You’d been with Felix long enough to know all his little quirks, his nervous laugh when he tried to hide something, the way his freckles dusted darker in the summer, the habit he had of stealing your hoodies no matter how many times you swore you’d cut him off.

Living together only made it worse. Or better. Depending on the day.

Your apartment was warm with the late-summer heat, the lazy kind of afternoon where you were supposed to be running errands but got caught up scrolling on your phone instead. Felix had been quiet most of the day, claiming he was “working on music,” which wasn’t unusual. He’d holed himself up in the bedroom, door shut, lo-fi humming faintly through the walls.

You’d left him be for hours, figuring he was caught in one of his creative streaks.

But then-

A noise.

Soft, muffled, like a breath caught too roughly in the throat.

It made you pause. At first, you thought he’d just dropped something, or maybe stubbed his toe, but then you heard it again. Low, shaky, like someone trying hard not to make a sound.

Curiosity prickled through you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. You padded down the hall, steps light, heart beating a little too fast for no real reason.

The bedroom door wasn’t locked. It never was. And when you pushed it open just an inch-

What you saw made your stomach flip, heat licking low between your legs before you could even breathe.

Felix was on the bed, sprawled out with one hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slow and deliberate. His head was tilted back, lips parted, chest rising with each shaky inhale. And in his other hand-

Your pink lace panties.

The ones you’d worn yesterday.

Bunched up against his face as if he were inhaling you like oxygen, desperate and unashamed.

You froze in the doorway, pulse hammering, torn between the urge to gasp and the urge to bite your lip and watch.

You didn’t mean to stare. Really, you didn’t.

But the sight of him there - spread out on your sheets, his fist gliding over his length while your lace pressed against his face - rooted you in place. The quietest whimper slipped from his throat, low and desperate, and you felt your knees weaken.

You’d seen him needy before, plenty of times, but never like this. Never caught in the act, trembling with the risk of being found, using something that had clung to your skin just hours ago.

Your panties.

The corner of your mouth curved, heat blooming in your chest. Instead of barging in or clearing your throat, you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms like you had every right to enjoy the show.

“Felix,” you drawled, letting his name drip with amusement.

His entire body jolted. The panties tumbled from his fingers, landing somewhere on the sheets, and his wide eyes darted to you.

“B-baby-” His voice cracked, freckles blooming red across his cheeks as he scrambled upright, cock still hard in his hand before he tried to cover himself. “I-I wasn’t-fuck, I didn’t know you-”

You arched a brow. “Didn’t know I’d catch you? Or didn’t know how much you wanted me?”

His throat bobbed. He shut his eyes for a second like he could will himself into the mattress.

You stepped into the room, the floor cool under your bare feet, each step deliberate. “Seoul’s noisy enough. Good thing these walls are thick, huh?” Your gaze flicked down his body, landing on the twitch of his cock. “Otherwise, the neighbors might’ve heard how pretty you sound.”

He groaned softly, fingers tightening around the sheets. “Baby, I-I wasn’t trying to-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” you cut in, your tone sharp enough to make his lashes lift. The flush on his neck deepened. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.”

His lips parted, a helpless nod.

You reached the edge of the bed, your hand brushing the lace where it had fallen. Holding it up between two fingers, you let the delicate fabric dangle in the air. “These? You like the way I smell on them?”

His groan turned into a whimper, his hips jerking minutely against nothing.

“I… fuck, yes,” he admitted, voice barely audible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs without giving him a chance to retreat. Your panties were still in your hand, the lace brushing across his stomach as you leaned in close.

“Then show me,” you whispered against his ear. “Show me how bad you need it while I watch.”

Felix’s chest rose and fell beneath you, fast and shallow. His hands twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should reach for you or hide himself again. You caught one wrist, pressing it back down against the sheets.

“Don’t,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his. “Don’t you dare stop now. I want to see you finish what you started.”

He let out a ragged breath, his pupils blown wide, freckles dark against the crimson heat in his cheeks.

Slowly- hesitantly - his hand wrapped back around his cock, precum smearing across his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on yours like he was waiting for you to scold him, waiting for you to tell him this was too much.

Instead, you dragged the lace panties across his jaw, down his neck, circling lazily around his chest. “That’s it,” you praised softly. “Pump your cock for me. Pretend I’m not even here. Just you and the smell of me on these.”

He choked on a groan, hips jerking upward into his own fist.

“God, baby,” you teased, your voice dropping low, husky, “you’re so hard. All from thinking about how wet I get in these little pink things?”

His hand sped up, his thighs tense beneath you. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, shame and arousal tangled in his tone. “Always - fuck- always think about you, how you’d taste, how you’d ride me in them.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “Say it louder.”

He whimpered, knuckles white where he gripped himself. “Always think about your pussy - how it smells, how it feels around me. Can’t get enough-”

“That’s my boy.” Your free hand slipped to his wrist, guiding his pace, forcing him to slow down when you knew he was close. His cry of frustration made you grin. “Not yet, Lix. You’ll come when I say so. Understand?”

His head fell back against the pillows, a desperate nod. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

You dragged the panties down his chest again, teasing them over the head of his cock. He nearly sobbed at the sensation, his body trembling under you.

“Good boy,” you purred. “Now stroke yourself nice and slow. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

He obeyed, his moans spilling out shamelessly now, each stroke wringing more out of him. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, completely undone beneath you - just the way you liked him.

“Fuck- please,” Felix whimpered, his voice cracking, his cock straining in his fist as you held his wrist steady. His knuckles were wet with precum, each stroke slick and messy now, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off his skin where you straddled his thighs.

“Please what?” you taunted, tilting your head as you dragged the pink lace across his chest again. His nipples hardened instantly, his whole body jerking at the touch. “You want to come already? Hm? After I just caught you being a filthy little boy in our bed?”

His hips bucked, and his voice came out wrecked. “Yes, fuck, please, I-I was thinking about you, baby, only you-”

“Of course you were.” You pressed the panties harder against his chest, then slid them up over his lips. His eyes widened, but you leaned close, whispering, “Open.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting, and you pushed the lace between his lips. He groaned low in his throat, sucking instinctively, the taste of your arousal still faint on the fabric.

“That’s it,” you praised, your own breath catching at the sight. “Suck on them while you stroke your cock. Show me how desperate you are.”

His hand moved faster, his entire body trembling under you. He was trying so hard to stay quiet, but you weren’t about to let him. You grabbed his chin with your free hand, forcing his face up so you could see every twitch, every struggle, the lace still stuffed in his mouth.

“Louder, Lix,” you ordered, your tone sharp enough to cut through his haze. “I want the neighbors to know how good I make you feel. Moan for me.”

His eyes rolled back as he let go, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum dribbling down over his fingers, his wrist straining as you held it in rhythm.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his jaw. “That’s my perfect boy. Look at you—jerking yourself off while I watch, drooling on my panties. You’re so fucking dirty.”

He whimpered around the lace, thighs trembling violently.

“Don’t stop,” you warned, tightening your grip on his wrist when his strokes faltered. “You don’t come until I say so.”

The frustration in his eyes nearly undid you. His brows pinched, his chest heaving, his cock twitching like it was seconds from spilling, but he obeyed. He always obeyed.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped when you pulled the lace from his mouth, strings of saliva clinging to the fabric. “I-I can’t hold it-“

“You can,” you corrected, pressing the panties against the head of his cock now. He nearly sobbed at the contact, his body arching helplessly off the mattress. “You’re going to hold it because I told you to. You’re going to stroke that pretty cock just the way I want, and you’re not going to come until I tell you.”

“Yes-yes, baby, please, please-”

You bent down, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice a low growl. “Beg for it.”

His voice cracked again, the sound pitiful and raw. “Please let me come, I need it, I need you so bad-I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do anything-”

The panties in your hand dragged over his slit, smearing precum across the lace. His back bowed, his strokes erratic now, his thighs shaking violently under you.

“You’re such a mess,” you whispered, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him shiver. “All over yourself, whining like a slut because you like the way I smell. Tell me-tell me whose cock this is.”

“Yours,” he sobbed instantly, no hesitation, his voice breaking with the force of it. “It’s yours, baby, only yours- fuck-I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.” You kissed his temple, soft and sweet, before letting your tone turn razor-sharp again. “Now come for me. Right fucking now. Make a mess for me, Lix.”

The command ripped through him like lightning. His hips shot up violently, his hand jerking fast and desperate, and he cried out your name as his orgasm tore through him. Thick spurts of cum painted his stomach, his chest, even streaked up to the hand still clutching the lace panties. His whole body shook with it, his thighs clamping tight around you as he rode the high, moans spilling out unrestrained.

You didn’t stop him. You guided his wrist through every twitch, every spurt, praising him in a low, steady murmur. “That’s it, good boy… let it all out. Look how pretty you are for me.”

When he finally collapsed back onto the pillows, boneless and wrecked, his hand slipped free of his softening cock, his chest heaving as sweat dampened his hairline. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, freckles standing out like constellations across his skin.

And in his trembling fingers, he still clutched the ruined lace panties, soaked in cum and saliva.

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his swollen lips. “Next time,” you whispered, smirking against his mouth, “you ask me to help instead of sneaking off with my underwear.”

His laugh came out hoarse and broken, his arms wrapping around you to pull you down against him. “Y-yeah,” he panted, utterly undone. “Next time.”

-

In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.

However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.

In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.

You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.

What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.

Oh, he had no idea.

You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."

You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.

The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.

Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."

He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.

Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.

You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.

When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.

He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.

"Yes?"

You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.

"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."

He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.

"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."

He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.

You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.

And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."

He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.

You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.

You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.

"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.

You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"

You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.

He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.

"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.

You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.

"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.

"...Yes."

"Do you still mean it?"

You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.

"Yes, I still mean it."

He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"

You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."

He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.

Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"

He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.

Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.

Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.

He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.

You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.

"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."

"But do you want me to?"

You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."

Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.

He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"

His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.

His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."

His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.

"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.

His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.

Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.

"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."

His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.

Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.

He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.

"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.

He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.

"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.

He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.

After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.

He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.

You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.

"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.

You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.

"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.

He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.

"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.

You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.

He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.

"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.

"Was I that loud?"

He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."

Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.

"Come here, baby."

You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.

"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.

You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.

He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"

You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."

Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.

He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.

Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.

You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.

He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.

You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."

And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.

"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.

You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.

You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.

Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.

But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.

You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.

"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.

"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.

High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.

The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.

"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"

Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.

It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.

You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.

Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.

"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.

He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."

You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.

"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.

Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."

Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.

He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.

He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.

You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.

You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.

"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.

"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.

His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.

"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."

You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;

Felix exhaled through his nose, a sound that wavered just slightly when your lips trailed against his skin with the lightest pressure. He tilted his head to give you better access without even seeming to notice he was doing it, his body responding to you while his mind kept trying to stay on track. He should be applauded for that, too. A very talented couple, you two were.

"Because," he continued, voice a little lower now, "there is no tactile bump. So your inputs are smoother.”

You hummed softly against his neck, half in encouragement, half just to feel the way he paused for a fraction of a second when you did it.

"Tactile switches," he added after a soundless gulp, "have a bump. You feel it every time you press, so it slows down rapid input. But it is nice for typing."

"And what's the third one again?" you asked quietly, mindful of your proximity to his ear as you grazed your teeth along his earlobe.

"Clicky," was all he managed.

"Those are the ones I like?" you whispered.

"That's right, baby," he practically purred, hands drifting upwards till his thumbs were pressing into the crease at your pelvis. "You like to be heard."

And could you truly be blamed for losing your grip on the conversation after that? His voice, so deep and sexy and passionate, carried on, but you were wholly focused on where your bodies were interlocked. Who needed applause and awards anyway? This was the ultimate prize.

His splayed fingers assisted in your rocking motion absentmindedly, guiding you at a pace far slower than you wanted to go. Even with most of his attention on speaking, his grip was firm enough that there was no escaping the rhythm he had set, even when you tried to shift against it for something more. He did not seem particularly concerned with your impatience, only with keeping you exactly where he wanted you, exactly how he wanted you moving.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, insistently pressing and dragging against your core at every angle. Through the layers between you, you felt every inch so clearly, but it wasn't nearly enough. Luckily, you knew he'd break concentration sooner or later with a little bit of coaxing. He always did.

You brought your hands to his front, resting your palms on his chest to push yourself slightly back for just a moment before dragging back to target his tip. You knew it was successful by the way he jolted and grunted, bucking up.

You tuned back in just in time to hear him say, "...causes strain to bottom out."

"Bottom out, you say?" you echoed, not masking your amused tone.

Felix's chest was heaving now, his heartbeat beneath your fingers racing. He still chuckled out, "I meant on a keyboard, ya gutter brain."

"Hm." You slowly dragged yourself over him once more, adding more pressure this time around before telling him, "Join me in the gutter?"

"Don't you know I'm always there?" His grin was bright, his red cheeks bunching up as he caught your eye. "Gutter's my home-base."

"Then you should be giving me a tour," you said, dropping a featherlight kiss to his lips and lingering there while you repeated your earlier motions to feel the sudden exhale through his nose. You breathed in, obsessed with the way he smelled.

"Ah, right," he shivered. "What sort of host am I?"

He leaned further back against the headboard as you kissed him again, his fingers creeping up to spread against your ribs beneath your shirt, so warm against bare skin, and the soft sound he made when you shifted against him again went straight through you.

You knew your panties were completely soaked at this point, and it was only a matter of time before it would start seeping through to your shorts, as well. Eventually, he'd get uncomfortable with the friction and ask (beg, really) to reduce—if not completely erase—all barriers between you. But he was as much a fan of this teasing as you were, so he always held out until it became somewhat painful. And even then, he sometimes stuck it out—the utter masochist.

His hips suddenly hitched upward, and he choked on a breath as his tip very obviously caught in the seam of your shorts. You lurched forward, forehead resting against his shoulder as you stifled a groan of your own.

"What say we lose all this?" Felix predictably asked, his fingers dropping to curl into the waistbands of your shorts and underwear (Why waste time and pull them off separately? he'd once asked, and you hadn't a single reason to argue).

"I have no objections," you panted, and punctuated it with swinging a leg off of him to rid yourself of the offending garments.

He did the same, lifting his hips to shove his shorts and underwear off. You're not sure where they ended up as he kicked them pointedly far away and off the other edge of the bed. Clearly he had no intention of getting back into them any time soon. You had no objections to that, either.

You were straddled back over his lap before he'd even resettled himself back down. He smiled up at you so sweetly, slinging an arm around your waist to guide you closer as he shifted around to get comfortable.

That smile was too innocent for the thoughts running through your head—through both of your heads, you knew. He truly wasn't lying when he said his home-base was the gutter, the things that came out of his mouth sometimes... shameless. Innocence was a fantastic look on him, especially when you knew it was a farce.

You rested one hand on his shoulder, feeling the tickle of the ends of his hair on the back of your palm.

It was getting so long.

...You couldn't wait to pull on it.

Your other hand found its home between you, taking him into a loose fist. He hissed gently, eyes falling shut as his head knocked back into the headboard with a thunk. You could tell he wanted to chuckle at himself for it, but the way he was biting his bottom lip kept him quiet.

He was so velvety smooth in your hand. Really, every part of him was so soft and silky (we don't mention the fried hair), and you always found yourself envious of that fact. From the many products in his bathroom, and from the few he left around yours when he stayed over, you knew it took great effort to maintain a body like this. You could run your hands over him forever and never tire of it.

You're certain he'd be on board for that idea, too.

"Just like that," he grunted.

See?

You continued stroking him, your thumb swiping over his tip intermittently just to watch him jolt each time. At this angle, you knew your forearm would begin to hurt any minute and you'd have to adjust, but you loved this position. You on top with your faces only breaths apart (seriously, you could not stress enough just how much you craved the smell of him), what wasn't to love?

Well, maybe one thing:

"I can't touch you like this," he complained, his hand pointedly trying to reach between you but just bumping into your own work. 

"Sure you can," you disagreed, using your free hand to bring one of his up under your shirt to your chest.

You knew he wanted to argue and say this wasn't what he meant, but beggars couldn't be choosers. What sort of lunatic would protest feeling up some tits, anyway? 

And feel them up he did.

You knew it was an ongoing tease among his groupmates and his other friends that he had small hands. Dainty, even. But he knew how to put them to work. What did they say? It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean? It's not the size of the wand, it's the magic in the spell?

Your stomach swooped as his fingers swiftly bypassed your bra to cup your breasts, and he squeezed gently, though the pads of his fingers once again pressed more firmly into the flesh. Maybe he was still thinking about his keyboards. His thumbs lightly grazed your nipples, circling them twice before going back to tweak them again.

You shuddered, faltering in your stroking. Despite the sudden hiccup in his own pleasure, he grinned, knowing he was responsible.

"Sensitive?" he cooed.

With no immediate response from you (because you knew that he knew the answer already, why state the obvious?), he switched to pinching.

You moaned, and feeling it only fair that you return the favor, you squeezed around him while applying more pressure at the head.

He hunched forward slightly, grunting. And when he lifted his face back up to look in your eyes, you could tell he was trying to be exasperated but losing the war. He enjoyed the back and forth too much to be truly displeased.

It was a wonder how you both ever got to the main act when this part was so entertaining. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he muttered.

You shook your head, amused, and he brought you back in for a heated kiss. Such was his way of releasing the mild exasperation in a conducive way. His tongue traced along your bottom lip, hardly waiting before he welcomed himself in to lick every cranny of your mouth.

French kissing was to Felix as oxygen was to breathing. As catnip was to cats. As sunlight was to sunflowers. As in, once he started, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop. Again, only crickets from you on the objection front.

You returned back to your rhythmic stroking, and every time your fist reached the base of him, you brushed against the hem of his shirt all bunched up by his waist. It was a flattering shirt—not that there was a single shirt out in the world that would look unflattering on him—but you needed it off him.

Unfortunately, you didn't particularly want to separate from him, nor he from you. Instead, when you tugged at his shirt, he merely pulled one hand away from your chest and helped you to get it out through a single arm hole, lifting it over a shoulder to expose golden skin inch by inch.

Your free hand roamed happily across his stomach and chest, raking nails gently over the ridges, and he trembled beneath you in response.

Instead of returning his second hand back to your chest to re-join the other, he settled it over yours where it moved against him. Not to stop you, just to feel it. Well... until his hand tightened around yours slightly.

“God,” he mumbled against your lips.

"Not quite," you couldn't resist, "but I do answer prayers on the occasion ."

"Well, if you're taking requests..." he said.

"I'm listening, angel," you hummed, feeling the nickname was only fitting.

He seemed to think so, too, smiling wholly with his flushed cheeks. His head dropped to trail a blaze of kisses along your neck before saying, "Let me on top?"

Of course, you'd grant this wish. Your forearm had long since begun to feel sore and your hips had started grinding unconsciously without any true friction to relieve you. You also wanted him on top.

But where was the fun in giving in so easily?

Felix must have sensed the incoming resistance immediately because he lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes narrowed.

You chuckled slightly, not feeling the slightest bit cowed by this attempt, the sound breaking slightly when he retaliated by dragging his teeth gently against the sensitive spot beneath your jaw.

“Baby, I asked nicely.” He pressed another kiss there afterward like an apology. Or perhaps a threat. “Have a heart.”

It was because of your heart that you gave in so easily after that.

"Fine," you huffed, releasing your hold on him and backing up off his legs. "Approved."

He grinned so brightly it nearly became the cause of your death, like the sun exploding.

“Thank you kindly,” he said, already guiding you backwards onto the mattress.

He hovered above you only briefly before dipping down to kiss you again, clearly unwilling to waste even a second of his newly earned victory.

The thing about Felix being on top was that he always got this little power trip about it (something he would argue with you to the moon and back about). The second he had you beneath him, something in him preened.

When he was above you, he did not seem to feel the need to perform confidence the same way he usually did. As if being able to see you fully under him gave him a kind of reassurance he did not get anywhere else. Felix was usually all movement and humor and scattered softness, but in moments like this he became focused in a way that felt almost reverent, as if the act of being allowed this close to you was something he did not take lightly even when he was teasing you about it (an honor to be here, he'd said during your first time).

He sat back on his heels, shuffling closer on his knees as his hands ran up and down your thighs on either side of his waist. 

"Thank you so kindly," he repeated, eyes roving over you.

What a goober, you thought fondly, only to have it abruptly flee from your mind as his thumb suddenly swiped through your folds.

"Oh fu—" you gasped.

He hummed contentedly as he let his fingers trail over your entrance a couple of times before taking the slick and bringing it up to your clit.

"Warning?" you heaved once you caught your breath, not entirely sure a warning would have even sufficiently prepared you in the first place.

"Uh, no?" he said distractedly.

"That was not a yes or no question," you got out through gritted teeth as he continued circling your clit.

"Sorry, I have the literal prettiest pussy in the world in front of me," he said, showcasing some of that shamelessness. "You can't expect me to handle anything more than a yes or no right now."

Fair enough. You'd been struggling to handle his rant on keyboard switches, and you'd both been fully clothed then. Expecting him to think properly while you laid completely bare before him (apart from the shirt that was likely just going to stay on for the duration of this) would be hypocritical of you.

"Carry on," you conceded.

And you didn't have to tell him twice.

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them slightly as he slowly pistoned in and out.

You reached down with both hands, holding onto his forearm. Just to feel, like he had done with you. What was that you had said about boats and oceans and magic? An understatement.

"One more prayer?" he asked, and you felt a third finger join the others.

"It better be what I'm thinking," you said, eyes opening to peer down at him (you couldn't even remember closing them).

And because you always seemed to be on the same page about everything, of course it was. It went without saying.

Felix practically toppled on top of you to reach over to his bedside table drawer. His hair flung into your face making you sputter, and you could feel the hard length of him press into your side, and a sweat droplet definitely slid off his neck onto your arm. You couldn't be happier.

He sat back up, condom in one hand and small bottle of lube in the other.

"There's only a couple left," he mentioned as he tore into the condom packet.

"Hm," you hummed lowly, finding it so strangely attractive how he rolled it on. "I can grab some more after work tomorrow."

Because an idol getting caught buying contraceptives was cause for global outrage, apparently. Your faves... practicing safe sex... the horror!

"Thank you," he said, leaning down to kiss you lightly. "Remind me to give you some cash for it."

It wasn't really needed; you had a job, and you wanted to have sex just as much as he did, but he always insisted. (It's a man's job, for sure, he'd said.) It helped that he always gave enough money for both the condoms and a sweet treat.

He tossed the wrapper off to the side and popped the cap of the lube open. Once upon a time, you swore you didn't need it and never would need it—some sort of pride thing, but also because he always made sure you were wet enough and prepared. But there had come a day when you'd been going for what felt like hours after he'd returned from a long time away on tour, unable to keep your hands off each other, and you'd tried it out. Suffice to say, it was life-changing for you both.

He lathered just a small bit on himself, collecting the excess to run it over your folds, making you shiver. He used the shirt sitting diagonally across his chest to clean off his hand because you'd once complained about how it made you feel sticky and tacky wherever he grabbed you. 

You hoped the shirt he was wearing wasn't one of those uber-expensive designer brand ones. He was typically pretty good about keeping those pristine, but again, his thoughts seemed to take a backseat in these moments.

"Ready, baby?" he asked, using his clean hand to hitch your knee higher.

You hooked your calf around his lower back to pull him closer. "What do you think?"

You made sure it was a yes or no question this time.

His hand dropped between you, fingers so easily gliding in and out of you with a squelch.

"Mmh. You're ready."

The pressure of him slowly sliding into you was so delectable, it always was. Like puzzle pieces, you fit together so perfectly.

"You're so perfect," he groaned. "So perfect for me."

Same wavelength, as always, you smiled, head thrown back.

"Look at you," he continued, his head dipped down so he could fixate on where we disappeared and reappeared. "Look at us."

You loved how chatty he got in these beginning moments. Soon enough, he'd go quiet so he could concentrate, but for now his every thought left his lips.

"Touch me," he said. "Anywhere. Just touch me."

And who were you to deny him something that you both wanted? You brought your hands up and over his shoulders, fingers entangling in the hair at his scalp. And you tugged, just like you'd wanted to do from the very beginning.

"Harder," he gasped.

You pulled again, though some distant part of you truly was concerned about his delicate hair.

His next moan came out more like a whimper, and he punctuated it with a thrust. You couldn't help a sound of your own, wondering if you'd ever get used to the feeling of him reaching so deep inside you, and he chuckled breathlessly in response.

The rhythm he'd previously set sped up and he brought a hand down to press on your bundle of nerves. With every circle he made over the bud, he timed a thrust, and with a quiet cry, your hips bucked up into him, seeking more, more, more.

When you looked up at him, you noticed his tongue caught between his teeth, which normally meant there'd be no more talking from him. Too focused on your pleasure, too focused on making sure there was a steady climb to the peak for both of you.

Eventually, a familiar heat built and built in your gut and your arms began to shake.

"Lix," you simpered, "I'm close."

"Uhuh," was all he got out.

He was close, too.

You yanked at his hair as the fire in your stomach finally crested and a full-body tremor wracked through you. Behind your eyelids, there were literal sparks of light, fireworks of pelasure. His head fell to your shoulder as you felt your walls pulse and clench around him in your comedown.

"F—uck me," he stuttered, managing a couple more thrusts before he tipped over the edge right after you.

He amazed you—everything he did amazed you—but something about the way he unraveled was mesmerizing each time. Mesmerizing even as he plopped down on top of you, not even fully removed yet, sweaty and limp and heavy.

You had just enough energy and breath in your lungs to giggle.

"Laughin' at me?" he rasped against your neck, but you could tell he was also seconds away from laughing.

"Yeah," you answered honestly, letting the tight grip you had on his hair loosen to gently comb through the knots. "Who cums saying 'Fuck me'? Little late for that, don't you think?"

He let out his own chuckle at that. "Slipped out."

"Such a dirty mouth," you said, kissing his head. "Should wash it out with soap."

"You like my dirty mouth," he defended, leaning up on an elbow to provide him with the space to kiss up and down your jaw pointedly. And, because he likely couldn't help himself, he smushed his face deeper into your neck and blew a loud raspberry.

You sputtered out into laughter, cringing away from him.

"Right?" he asked, sparkling eyes grinning down at you.

'Twas true, you sighed with a nod. You liked everything about his mouth, from how pretty it was all the way down to how vulgar it was.

Finally, he leaned all the way off you, and you felt the almost-ticklish feeling of him sliding out of you. You felt so empty without him... and sticky, too. He turned away slightly, scooching off the bed to dispose of the condom in the attached bathroom.

You bit your lip to hide a grin as you watched his bare backside disappear from view. Sure, he was sexy beyond belief, but he was also just so cute. Especially with his shirt still goofily hanging off him.

When he returned, he brought with him a warm, wet washcloth, a dixie cup of water (that he typically used for his mouthwash), and a tube of lip balm. He handed you the cup and chapstick as you sat up just slightly to drink, and then sat beside your thigh to begin wiping you down.

After taking a few sips of the water, you held it out to him to drain the remaining gulp's worth, and he smiled, letting you tilt the cup for him. You set the empty cup down on the bedside table, applied some of the lip balm, and merely watched him.

You wanted him in every way. How was that possible? How could you want someone you already had? Someone you already had in the most intimate way you could have someone, in fact. You'd never get enough of him.

You brushed your hands along his shirt, not wanting to ever be separate from him. One of your fingers brushed a dry, flakey spot and you whinged, subtly creeping one hand up and around the collar to look at the tag.

"Ugh, Felix," you chided. "You got lube on Louis?"

He threw his head back as he cackled. "Not lube on Louis!"

You lightly smacked his shoulder.

"It'll come out," he swore, finishing up with the washcloth. He leaned over and smeared his lips against yours, stealing some of the lip balm you applied, and patted your leg. "Now go pee so we can cuddle."

"What, you're not going to continue building your keyboard?" you asked, looking over to the desk where a deconstructed mechanical keyboard was surrounded by switches.

"That can wait," he asserted, waving his hand flippantly. "Cuddling cannot."