#distant sobbing

Han: okay so maybe you were just a little bit obsessed with this game designer. You were in the world of it, more of a spectator really, there were a few VA jobs you took on. Then you got the email asking if you wanted to voice the heroine of a solo owned game dev company. You knew his name, that’s about it, your agent was the one with the connection. Apparently when she heard that they had been looking for a VA for the past three years she was quick to mention you. One mention and Apparently Han knew your name from the credits of the one game you had a few good lines in. The screening process was hell and you weren’t even sure if you’d get it. You asked around and apparently even your most popular VA friends had been turned down for the role. Safe to say when you got the confirmation email that you were officially cast as the voice actress for the main character you were a little nervous. Han had requested to meet you, your schedule had gotten busy fast, his dev team wanted you to start on the voice over since they had moved so far along. The wait for the VA for this character had really been one of the top hang ups. You had tried, multiple times the first few weeks to meet the owner of the company, but it was difficult when you had to send in sample audio and go into the studio. Han had also gotten busy and he ended up asking your agent for your direct line. After agreeing to it about six hours ago you were a little on edge, did this really seem so urgent to him? If it is how could they already approve the hire if he needed to meet you so badly??? So when you got out of the shower on one of your busier days that had you at home late on a Wednesday night the last thing you expected was a text from Han.

*0*-87*-9**6: hey y/n, it’s Han I’m really sorry it’s so late. I have been trying to meet you but it’s proving difficult to find time during work hours. Would you mind if I asked you to a dinner once you’re off?

It really wasn’t anything to get excited over, but him asking you to dinner? You already admired him for going out and making his own company after dropping out of college…you had heard his employees talk about how good of a boss he is and how much value he puts into not just the work but the lives of his employees. You really didn’t think it was that late to call. It was only 9pm…

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“Y/n, you called!” He sounded so excited and it made you blush before you answered him.

“I hope that’s okay with you. I just thought it would be easier to schedule the dinner date over the phone” your eyes widen as you realize you’ve called it a date.

“Nah, it’s fine, let me pull up my calendar” he says it like he didn’t hear you call it a date. For a while you’re calm about it, you both mention some days and there’s some back and forth about times, eventually you pick a date.

“Alright, so then I’ll see you in two weeks” you say with a satisfied smile as you write it down on your calendar. ‘Dinner w/Han’ you hear a small laugh and the familiar scribble of his pencil.

“It’s a date” he chuckles and you blush again.

“Oh my god you did hear it! I’m so sorry!” You’re already planning the ramble of explaining how you didn’t mean to say it and before you could even start you hear it.

“I’m not, I thought you were calling me out” he says it with this tone of voice that makes your heart skip a beat. Part of you wonders if this was all just an act...how could it be tough? He had been looking for a VA since they started creating the game.

"are you telling me this is a date you're asking me for?" you ask softly, there's this eerie thought that maybe he asked for her number to just get a date out of it. You can hear the panic in his voice as he rushes to explain. "Oh no please, I swear, this can strictly be a work dinner if you're uncomfortable...I just, I thought you might have found out I had a crush on you and you were.. you know what never mind" He finishes with this embarrassed huff. He starts to say his goodbye but you cut him off.

"wait...you didn't just hire me because of your crush right?" you ask as a chill of fear runs down your spine, the last thing you wanted was to be picked just because of favoritism.

"I won't lie to you, my crush has nothing to do with choosing you, but I will admit that I did have you in mind for the character when I created the game. Only because I had played some games you voiced characters in" you can't help the way his explaination makes your stomach twist and your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"are you just trying to butter me up for our date boss?" it comes out playful and you can't help the way you say it all sing-songy. He gasps and you wonder if he knows its in a tune you have recorded for his dev team. When he chokes on his reply that's all the answer you need.

"y/n, this is going to be embarrassing if you're going to torture me, can't you at least tell me if you're interested?" He says it like he's expecting you to hit him, it only makes you giggle in response.

"Han... you're a successful self-made Game designer, who I have heard nothing but good things about. How am I not interested?" you ask softly as you poke at your food with your fork.

"god, I'm gonna get into so much trouble with Gisele" He lets out this loud laugh when you ask if Gisel is his girlfriend in offense as you drop your fork on your plate. Again he has to fucking explain a misunderstanding…. You get the idea. He’s a clumsy boy. Gisele is head of his H.R Department and for all he knows he’s violating a rule.

“Do you want to clear this with her first?” He asks and you know he means it. Honestly? You agreed for a reason. You like the idea of making a personal connection be it professionally or romantically… you didn’t know yet.

“I don’t mind if it’s a date. I just want to know what you mean by it and I just want the truth” you mutter in frustration. He makes it so easy to slip into a rollercoaster of emotions and feelings HOW?! How does he just do this? How can he be adorable and genuinely interesting?

This isn’t fair at all.

You think to yourself.

He shouldn’t be allowed to make me feel like I’m the most interesting person to him and be an interesting person himself???? HE’S THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME.

The conversations came too easily and before you could even stop yourself you have been on the phone with him for seven hours….its 4am.

“So wait what kind of food do you like? I want to pick a good place.” He mumbles and it sounds like he’s taking things out of a drawer like he sprung up. He was practically falling asleep two minutes ago.

“Han it’s 4am. What are we doing ? I have to record tomorrow and you’re making me spend all night talking” you groan out more in exhaustion you heard his whine and it only serves to stoke the fire burning in your stomach. He was too much and too fast and too good to be true? How was he this easy to talk to?

“Please just one more question?” He moans. “I got my calendar out and everything” he mumbles and you can hear him scribbling on his book. You sigh and let out a groan that comes out a little too much like a growl.

“Fine” you sigh in this tired huff as you flop back on the pillow to lie back and think…”I don’t know. My favorite food is the ramen I make at home” you mutter truthfully.

“I mean unless you count take out in which case Pizza, Wings, Chinese, and Thai” you add before twisting up another bite of ramen.

“Well I could come over and make my ramen for you” He says it and he means it and then Han proceeds to shit his fucking pants because why the fuck did he just suggest going to her house? Jesus fucking Christ IM A WALKING H.R. VIOLATION! He can hear the screams in the background of his mind. He should not have suggested going over to her place.

“Wait that sounded wrong we can go to a ramen place I know I’m sorry” he says it quickly or so he thinks cause he completely missed your ‘that sounds good to me’ instead he suggested something else. “Wait did you just say yes?” He says after a beat.

“I did, so when can you come over?” You ask trying to not think about how it feels like there’s an electric current running through every muscle in your body. You feel too awake now. The burning in your stomach is too low now and it’s dangerous. Your build up of him was not enough he had to go and be stupidly smooth about it…the clumsy cute boy who makes you wanna pin him down and make him squeal.

This is the ruthless businessman who built his own Game Dev company and is months away from releasing his very first game that has gained so much attention over time… why is he cute and why does he make you want to hear what he would sound like under you? He said he has a crush on you… who the fuck says that anymore?

“You want me to come over?” It spills out like he can’t believe a second of it. Even though his hearing is perfectly fine, he can’t bring himself to believe it at all.

“Yeah why not? I wanna meet the guy everyone in the studio can’t stop talking about” you say with a genuine smile as you lay lazily on your couch. He gets real quiet then, it's like he needs a moment to reboot his system, another laugh. Why does he like your laugh so much? How does he not feel like you're laughing at him? Why does it feel like he's in on the joke?

"you're incredible...I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do" he mumbles, for a moment he's just so over worked and sleepy and he can't help the truth, and really he only meant for it to be a personal note. The string that had been dwindling under the flame in your stomach snaps, why is he so cute? why do you want to sit in his lap and call him a 'good boy'?

"Han, you're making it impossible for me to stay professional on this call. It's like you're setting me up to tease you on purpose" you whine, it comes out more primal than you mean, but you're panties were wet and he's such a fucking tease. You're writhing and squeezing your thighs together to try and satiate the ache you have.

"is that a bad thing?" He's fucking giggling again and it takes every ounce of your self control to not moan at how cute he sounds. You’re already too warm between your thighs and he’s not helping at all.

"yes! I can't be thinking about these things" you grumble and you're muttering something else to him about being a problematic employee and he cuts you off.

"what things are you thinking?" He says it like he's begging you, all you had to do is ask him to get on his knees, you know he so would if you asked him right now. You can hear the way his breathing slows down and gets shaky, the small swallow, before he quietly smacks his lips like he's licking them.

"Han.. it's 4am.. they're not G-rated if that's what you're asking" you say it while trying to brush it off as normal...like this is all so totally normal...it's not... you shouldn't be trying to do this with him. Why is your fucking hand slipping down to feel over your fucking wetness? why can't you be normal about this?!

"that's not what I'm asking ...come on y/n tell a desperate guy what you're thinking, please?" He's so whiney when he says it like he's been tortured long enough, he hasn't, and this is too soon to be happening why are you doing this? He sounds breathless and you can practically hear him panting.

"Han, I wanna...you're too cute over the phone...It should be illegal to make someone want to know what you sound like under them" you moan it and you're not even hiding it anymore "I'm..you made me so wet Han" you mumble it all like it's spilling out of you, like you're too busy rubbing it out to really hold it back or sound at least somewhat respectful.

"shit..y/n please tell me you're touching it, please" he whines and then you hear it, the filthy sounds of his hands wrapped around his cock, slick with his precum. You can hear him stroking at himself while he sighs and shudders out his breaths.

"yeah" you moan shuddering as you rub a little faster, making sure to spread out your arousal, the sounds of your heavy breathing drowned it out for Han, but he didn't mind...He loved hearing your voice more.

"fuck Han, this is so wrong, how am I supposed to look at you after this?" You whimper it out in panic, no real threat that you actually want to stop, he's laughing again and it sounds breathless. He slows down, worried he’s gonna cum too fast, you can hear him slow but the thought of him stroking himself. You almost whine out his name craving more of him.

"y/n...it's fine, really don't worry about it. My feelings for you are separate from my project...I honestly never thought you'd be interested" his words were warm and heavy, your heart was burning, your mind was too fuzzy. He was being genuine, god he wants you to know he telling the truth, and it was making you feel too many things. Your eyes welling up and your fingers slipping deep inside you...not deep enough...not when he’s on the phone. You moan out his name and gasp from the feeling, needing to know what he feels like, you’re too lost in the thought of his touch.

"I want you inside" you whimper into the phone. "I want it Han" you whisper as you slick up your clit again to rub slow circles into yourself. He’s panting and leaning back against his couch, stroking at himself slowly, he feels pathetic and he wants more of it. More of you. He wants to know how much more you’ll tease him, he enjoys it too much already, he should be worried about how much he likes it but he doesn’t care.

"shit y/n" He whimpers it out and honestly he wasn't expecting it, the way he just spurts his cum out just from hearing you ask him to put it inside. He's panting and it's heavy and you sit up with your thighs pressed together, your own breathing heavy as you blush from the thought, he's moaning and grunting out some curses.

"Fuck are you still..shit I'm sorry, this is so fucking embarrassing" he moans out and it only makes you smile in a breathless laugh, that’s same fucking laugh that makes his stomach warm, like a joke that only you two know about. You sound warm and like you really liked it and Han is blushing fucking hard already if that wasn't enough.

"It's okay Han...I think it's cute" you mumble your voice still heavy with want, the way you keep teasing him only makes him want more, he’s whimpering and panting out your name quietly. Still squeezing at himself as he looks down at the pathetic mess on his sweats.

"I feel like I should tell you. I've never...fuck.." He huffs it out in a few more curses before he finishes steadying his breathing. "I'm still a virgin" he says it quietly and you only try to hold in your giggle, letting out this breathy moan instead, you flop back onto your couch and slip your fingers over yourself again.

"I'm not… I’m not gonna lie it’s been a long time for me Han” you mumble out as your fingers go back to that slow, torturous and steady, pace you’re trying to be quiet as you shudder and choke on your breath.

“You don’t mind that I’m…you know?” You can’t help the giggle this time as you laugh out a breathless ‘no’ it comes out more like a moan. Hans definitely getting hard again and he’s groaning at your words, eyes rolling back as he listens to your breathing.

“I think it’s cute, but I don’t want to force you-” he cuts you off rushed and panicked like he was worried you’d change your mind.

“You’re not! I promise you aren’t. I’m just… I’m serious about you. If that something you don’t want-” it’s like you’re both on the same wave length, like he could feel you getting ready to cut him off.

“I am too…this is, is this happening too fast?” You pant out in a whimper. He swallows again and you’re too fucked out to really notice, your fingers are messy now and the wet smacking is louder, but when he speaks up again you pay attention.

“I don’t know…but I want to find out with you” he mumbles and he says it so seriously that you whine out his name, your fingers getting faster, you’re desperate. He can hear it and he’s whining at the way you sound, how wet he thinks you are for him, it comes out like a soft mangled whine in torture when he says your name.

“Han please!” you gasp as your fingers rub back and forth desperately trying to force your orgasm.

“God you sound so beautiful…I’ve never heard a girl say my name like that” he whispers and yeah…that does it. The way he says it low and sweet like he knows what it’ll do to you. He doesn’t. You whimper out this mangled moan of his name and shudder as you pant and try to catch your breath.



“Meeting you in person is going to be devastating” you say it in this post orgasm clarity as you stare at your ceiling in shock. You’ve just had phone sex with your new boss…. It just feels like a fact you’ve learned from the moment. He laughs…hard and it makes you smirk.

“I think it’s me who’ll be devastated when we meet, I’m the loser virgin” he says it like he’s ashamed and you can’t help the way you hum for him.

“You sure I’m the girl you wanna lose it to?” You whisper it like it’s a secret, like you’re still not sure he’s into you, teasing him and he shudders. He likes your teasing too much.

“God yes” he breathes out and you giggle again, more tired now, you sigh and splay across the couch watching the sun rise.

“Well…the suns coming up…I should shower…” you mumble…not really wanting to hang up on him.

“I mean yeah. I’m sorry for keeping you up all night” he’s speechless and you can feel the way he seems so genuine about his apology.

“I’m not…we had a nice time” you mumble with a smirk and stifle a laugh when you hear him clear his throat. “I’d stay on the phone with you if I could, but I actually have to go to the studio for another recording session” you mumble to him.

“Can I call you later tonight?” He asks and you can’t help the sly grin plastered on your face at how he sounds so timid asking it.

“Yeah, I’ll be home by like five in the afternoon… you can call me then” you mumble shyly…Neither of you knows that your torture has only just begun. Long nights of endless conversation, small moments of quiet before the awkward laughs, and nights where his voice makes you fall asleep. He always tries to get out questions when he’s sleepy, trying to listen to you longer, before your voice finds him in his sleep.

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It’s late and at the moment you’re scrambling out of the shower. Han is supposed to get to your place in ten minutes. You weren’t expecting the knock on your door and you wince at the thought of facing him in your towel. Talking with him over the phone for the last two weeks only leaves you feeling very vulnerable. You’ve both said so many things to each other, his age was one of your hang ups, not his, he didn’t mind being younger than you. Safe to say you were pressuring yourself to be mature when his presence over the phone was enough for you to forget everything. You can hear the nervousness in his knock alone and you whine to yourself before running over to your door.

“Han! You’re early…I’m so sorry I’ve been running late all day” you scramble to explain as he stands there nodding. You don’t realize that he’s practically short circuiting from you wet in your towel. He’s trying to not stare really he is. However he’s just a man, you’re explaining yourself away, he’s eying your legs and the way there’s still water droplets on your chest from your hair.

“Y/n I’m gonna be honest right now I can’t hear you…I’m.. you have to get dressed” he mumbles staring and then you blush realizing just now how distracted he really is.

“I’m…okay” you mumble as you rush to your room still blushing and regretting your decision to open the door first. I should’ve fucking changed you think to yourself and there’s this moment of hesitation…you mull over the thought of your usual pajamas, there was never a real reason for you to use the silk sets you got. Your only real reason is that you don’t want Han to struggle. You’re actually starving and as much as the idea of getting right to it excites you. You really want to know if your chemistry is right since you really like Han.

You wear it, the small silk flower set, shorts that should be called underwear, the silk tank top has lace accents and you cover yourself with the matching short silk robe that came with the set. Your mouth waters when you walk out smelling that he’s already made himself at home.

“Oh my god it smells so good” you groan walking into the kitchen and you smirk seeing him standing there. His back is to you and he doesn’t fully turn when he answers.

“I’m almost done, I figured I should start, you seemed really hungry” he says quickly. “I hope you don’t mind I just kinda invaded your kitchen” he mumbles before turning to face you. He stops mid sentence in explaining his science behind his ramen prep. He’s blushing this time and he’s really not hiding the way he stares and you’re honestly having too much fun. Your fingers tug slightly at the hem of your shorts and you stare up at him in mock innocence. He’s a blinking and blushing mess and he swallows hard before turning back to the ramen again.

“Fuck I’m not gonna last” he mutters. “Please just let me finish so I can feed you” he sounds broken and desperate already and you can’t help the small chuckle you let out.

“I didn’t think it would feel this seamless” you mumble quietly as you sit on the counter away from him and near the sink.

“What do you mean?” He asks still looking away and focusing on the toppings he’s brought. He wouldn’t stop talking about how he had different toppings for different brands. You both agreed he would bring the supplies and your place would just be where he made it.

“You…here in my home. It all feels so…natural” you say in thought and you hardly notice the way he gasps when he turns to see you. He’s pouring out some of the pasta water before adding the noodles to the broth. He’s focused and he’s trying not to burn himself, you haven’t even noticed it, maybe you’re not concerned with the way your robe slips off your shoulder. He sees it…you’re braless and his mouth waters at the thought of tasting your skin.

“See something you like pretty boy?” You say with a sly smile as you lean forward to let him see down your shirt. There’s a moment he lets himself have what he wants and …he indeed regrets it. As soon as he lets his concentration waiver he damn near ends up dropping the pot with the noodles in it. He catches it luckily but then comes the panic and complete meltdown, he burns his hand on the pot, you’re left wide eyed as you can only watch it unfold.

“Han I’m so sorry, oh my god your hand!” you shout as he saves the noodles and sets them aside before he has a moment to take care of himself. Your hand finds his wrist as you bring his hand back to the sink and run his burn under some warm water.

“Jisung” he says in between his huffs of pain, short grumbles and deep breaths in through his nose, and for a moment you’re a little too confused when you turn to meet his gaze. “My name, it’s Jisung, Han is my last name” he murmurs as he tries to breathe through the pain, soft and sharp breaths, a slow breath in as he’s looking up at you.

“Jisung?” You say it with this cheesy smile and it does something to him, hearing you say his name, he definitely wants to hear you moan it. “I like it, how come everyone calls you Han?” You ask turning back to pay attention to his hand. He’s watching you and the way your strap falls off your shoulder, you’re kneeling on the counter now, he leans in and he can’t help himself from kissing your shoulder. His lips feel soft and for a moment you’re just a little too grateful for your flimsy pajamas. He’s practically pouncing on you. You’re not stopping him so he gets closer and feels the way you stiffen before you relax into him as he presses more kisses to your neck.

“Jisung that tickles” you giggle as you squirm without really trying to escape his lips.

“I love the way you say my name” he murmurs kissing your cheek. You’re blushing and there’s a moment you consider giving into the need…the ache to feel him. He’s got this puppy dog stare and glossy eyes that seem so vulnerable, like he’d believe you if you told him you lived on the moon, your body moves before you can even think. Your lips find his, it doesn’t happen desperately, the kiss happens deliberately all at once. His hands find your waist, your body moving on instinct to open for him, as he fits himself between your thighs. He kisses you slow like it’s the last time he’ll get to do it. Your chest shivers in your breathing at how delicate he’s being with you. He’s not in a rush, it feels like he wants to live in the moment forever, there’s this moment of fog when you pull away. Your lips finding his in a soft peck before you deepen it and slip your tongue into his mouth. He moans and pulls you closer, not roughly, carefully leaning into you as he plays with your tongue.

“We should eat” he mumbles as he pulls away, his lips are kiss bitten, and your stomach growls as if on his cue. He smiles and huffs out a laugh before kissing your cheek and helping you off the counter.

“Thank you for taking care of my hand” he mumbles. Your eyes widen and you remember the bandage you have in the first aid kit you bought.

“Wait let me wrap it up before we eat” you mumble slipping of the counter, rushing out to your bathroom, you hear the end of him saying something about the noodles. By the time you walk back into the kitchen he’s plated your food. He’s working on his bowl now and there’s this soft smile on his face and for a moment it feels seamless. There’s this strange feeling in your stomach when you think of how comfortable it all feels with him. Then you see it, his hand is bright red it looks like it’s glowing.

“Oh my gosh Jisung, your hand, sit now” you practically bark and he looks at you with wide eyes and a blush tinged cheek to cheek smile. He’s quick and he doesn’t even notice it he uses his burnt hand to grab at the chair. You roll your eyes and shake your head, without a second thought you were surprisingly….in his lap now. You sat across it and grabbed at his hand his free hand on the left slid over your thighs too quickly. It made you jump and gasp his name, maybe it sounded too much like a moan, he was staring at you with that same half lidded desperation.

“Hey no, you promised we’d eat” you struggle to say through a shaky breath as he slips his hands over your curves softly.

“You’re in my lap, How can you expect me to listen to you?” He moans as his fingers squeeze at your thighs. You’re gripping at his burnt hand and the way you squeeze his wrist makes him wince and suck a pained gasp between his teeth.

“So worth it, fuck, I’m gonna cum with you in my lap if I’m not careful” he’s not even hiding it, he’s leaning into your shoulder for support, his arm feeling the way you cling to him to wrap him up. Your hands are occupied with a burn cream you grabbed and an ace bandage. The grip you have on them is tight, your knuckles are white, and the way you tremble breathing only spurs him on to hold you firm in his lap with his hand across your thighs. He’s breathing slow and deep breaths, his eyes drinking you in as he gives you his hand, you swallow hard before you start moving again. You set the bandage on your lap then open the tube of burn cream. He’s wincing as you apply it, his eyes don’t leave your face, you can feel the warm blush heating your face. He leans in abruptly like a small puppy and tucks his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, he hums as he takes in your scent and presses another kiss to your skin.

“Jisung, you’re tickling me again” you gasp as you twitch in his hold, your hands slipping the ointment down his wrist. You mumble something for him to wait and he tries to calm himself and let you wrap his hand. You’d covered his whole hand in the ointment, you’re careful in the way you wrap it around his palm, he’s still watching you and you’re trying to focus. As soon as you finish he’s got you in his hold, pulling you close enough that you press at his chest, his lips find yours again and he’s moaning.

“You like kissing me that much?” You ask shyly between kisses, your words muffled by his lips, he growls playfully and makes you giggle.

“I’ve imagined kissing you so many times, it’s better than that” he mutters pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. “I should let you eat” he whispers pulling away. You nod still dazed from his touch and the way his lips feel.

“I should get off your lap” you mumble blushing as you slip off him, he’s panting as he watches you, his eyes linger on you like they have been the whole time. He watches you and keeps his hand in his lap, covering his bulge, this time he's more nervous what you think of his ramen. You moan at the taste and give him this excited smile before going in for more, he's definitely not thinking about the moan, there's this sense of pride that fills him and he puffs his chest out. Your too busy enjoying the ramen to tease him as you both eat in comfortable silence. The sounds of your spoon and chopsticks clanging against the plates as you eat. There's this moment where you want to look at him and before you know it you both stare up at each other hunched over your ramen with noodles in your mouth. You both just smile and blush and you can't stop thinking about pouncing on him, he's my boss I shouldn't, you're not going to be able to stop yourself.

After you both finish you take the responsibility of cleaning up and pester him that his hand is too bad to wash dishes. He stays next to you and watches you and for a moment you really consider just leaving them soaking. Instead you give yourself a break and focus on cleaning while he watches you. You sort of forget the intense feeling under his gaze and before you can even grab your dish towel to dry your hands after you finish. He's already pulled you into his chest, your wet hands forcing a gasp from him, your feeling over his chest and there's this small whimper that leaves you. He feels firm and you're feeling over his shoulders before you can stop yourself. His breathing is slow and he takes it upon himself to feel over the curve of your back.

"are we really doing this?" you ask softly, despite your words you're pulling him into a kiss, your hands slip into his hair.

"you don't have to" He breathes out before pressing a kiss to your lips, his fingers dig into your skin, despite his words he's pulling you into him. It's a messy kiss you're both trying to disappear into each other, stumbling into the walls and giggling, then you push him into the couch and straddle him.

"you're the virgin here Jisung, you sure you want this?" you mumble as your fingers scratch at his scalp, your lips pressing a kiss to his cheek, he groans as he pulls you in by your hips thrusting into you. You can feel the way he presses his strained cock to your center, he’s needy and too fucking horny for you right now, he knows for a fact he’s not going to last.

"I want this, want you" he moans as he slips his hands under your silk top, you gasp at the way he rubs circles into your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. He stands up and smirks when you let out a surprised gasp, his hands are cupping your backside firmly, your thighs squeeze around him and your fingers tug his hair.

"wait, I'm...nervous" you mumle hiding in his neck. “I know you don’t like ‘em but, would you please? God you’re too hot this is insane” you’re rambling and it’s all getting too real, maybe you over played your hand, you’re panting and he’s just standing with you holding you and rocking in place. He feels the way your breath makes the skin of his neck damp, he can feel your body trembling in his hold, he wants to know what you sound like when he’s not holding back. Then there’s this sudden realization about how desperate you sounded, it was practically a whimper, you were basically begging him.

“You like this don’t you?” He asks and you can hear his smile, it’s insane how much you’re shaking, he’s firm all over and you’ve never had a guy do this.

ITS NOT FAIR HES A VIRGIN, HES SUPPOSED TO BE THE NERVOUS ONE!

“Never had a guy pick me up like I weigh nothing” you whisper it as you press your mouth to his neck “I know you hate being in the dark, but please, could you just close your eyes or wear a blindfold?” You practically whimper it out against him the in another ramble. You can hear his heartbeat picking up with his breathing and your shivering again. “You’re too tempting” you whine pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

“I’ll do anything for you” he says it in this rasp that makes it sound like he’s saying ‘forever’. It makes your heartbeat in your ears the way he’s still just standing with you.

“Carry me to bed?” You whisper kissing his ear and he moans, his hands squeezing and caressing your bottom, he’s got you in a firm hold and he’s pressed just under you enough for you to know he’s there. He’s ready.

He walks carefully and his breath skips when you press more kisses to his neck, desperate to show your appreciation, he’s promising it. You pray he’s really promising it, promising that forever, you’re too desperate for it. You feel too weak in his arms. You’re shaking again and he’s slow, he’s already at your bed, there you are laying punderneath him in your bed. He’s thought about this, dreamt about this, every night for the past two weeks. Not to mention the years he’s spent following your career, you were working at it for so long, he followed you on your public accounts. He knew of you, he was a fan, he swears he never thought you’d actually be interested that’s why he took three years to pick the voice!

“Y/n, you gotta cover my eyes I’m not gonna be able to resist looking at you” he mumbles in a kiss as his hand slips down your side, you’re still dazed watching him, the way he focuses on his touch does more than you’re willing to admit. You’re soft with him when you roll to have him beneath you, he’s biting his lip with his hands comfortably placed on your hips, the blush is warm on your face as you pull the silk robe sash off. He’s watching you with this gaze that makes your stomach flip, your fingers rush to cover his eyes, he chuckles and lifts his head for you. A soft hum leaves him as you wrap the flimsy silk around his eyes, your heart is beating so loud in your ears, it’s almost too overwhelming when he nuzzles into you after you finish.

“I brought a condom” he mumbles almost shyly as he kisses at your neck and you giggle again. He moans at the sound as his arms wrap around you to pull your front to his. “God I love that sound” he whispers in your ear.

“You don’t have you…you could always pull out, or risk it” you’re only half serious, but there’s this part of you that craves that full feeling, the thought of letting him risk it. You’re not trying to tempt him for his money or company, but god does the idea of having his baby excite you.

“Y/n, don’t tease me” he whines out as he ruts into you, forcing another filthy moan from your lips, he’s panting and he’s really too lost in the way you feel. The sounds you’re making for him, he’s never heard something so beautiful, he needs to know what you sound like when he makes you cum.

“I’m serious Jisung, I wouldn’t mind risking it” you’re past the point of teasing, he’s so close, you’ve thought about this moment too much in the last two weeks. Your voice comes out in this desperate hum that has him grinding into you.

“Oh my god, please, fuck I want you so much right now” he moans tugging at your shorts blindly, you’re tugging at his sweats and it’s messy and needy, he’s hard and it looks painful. Your mouth waters when you notice he’s already leaking precum, he’s still got his face hiding in your neck, his breath making everything feel hot and sticky. Your shorts are hanging off your ankle and his sweats are only half tugged off enough to just show his hard cock. His hands are blindly squeezing and caressing your thighs in his lap as his hard cock presses to your inner thigh. Twitching…leaking….waiting for you. He mutters out a few more curses and your name when he feels you give him a few strokes.

“Want you inside Jisung, please” you whine and he groans your name, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, and before you know it he’s nudging against your folds. His hands are on your hips lifting you blindly while you bite your lip and line him up.

“Han, please, please want it, want you” he tugs you down on to him and you feel his tip push inside, his body shudders into you, a soft gasp leaving him as he kisses at your neck. His body moves with you as he rolls you back under him, your ankles locking together behind his back, your hands caressing his face and bringing him into a breathless kiss.

“Fuck” he breathes out shaking as he pushes himself deeper, you let his name out in a soft whine, he groans pitifully when he fits himself inside you.

“Y/n I’m gonna fucking cum so fast” he whines while his hands desperately cling to your thighs and pull you closer to him. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you whimper at the feeling of him inside.

“You feel so good, wanna feel your cum inside Han, please” you pant out in this dazed tone, he can hear how fucked out you sound, he’s already on the brink. He tried so hard to prep himself for this and suddenly with you wrapped around him it’s like he didn’t even know what to prep for.

“I didn’t want to fucking cum this fast, shit, you feel too good” he mumbles into your skin and his hips are just grinding into you, pushing himself deeper without really pulling out. Your fingers find his hair again and you tug him into a kiss and he’s left shuddering into your mouth. Then you feel him moving and a low moan leaves you, his hips are slow at first, he’s shivering and he’s trying so hard to last.

“You’re gonna kill me, don’t squeeze me like that” he whimpers out as he struggles to keep his pace. Your fingers tug at the covering on his eyes and then you see it. The way he’s blushing and sweating so much, his eyes are wide and he’s rushing to get a look at where you connect, it didn’t even take more than a second. You’re shivering into him and arching with a soft moan of his name when you feel his warmth spreading inside you. He’s panting and whimpering as he continues to hide his face in your chest.

“Fuck, I don’t want to stop” he whispers, you gasp when you feel his thrusts continue, his pace slower now that he’s spent. He still feels so hard and now it’s you who’s blushing and panting under him. His forehead presses to yours before he kisses you deeply, his clammy hands clinging to your skin as he lets one slip under your shirt.

“Do you want me to stop?” He says it and despite his words he’s not slowing, his eyes are locked on yours, both of you too lost in each other to really consider the consequences.

“Don’t stop Jisung, please” you pant out as you pull him into a kiss, it’s like a switch flips in him, he can’t stop his hands from clinging to you. Claiming you like you’re his and you let him, he knows you’re the one who decides, he’s only taking what you let him.

Yeah…

He thinks to himself

I want to put a baby in her.

Felix:

You're taking classes at the community college in your home town and a new bakery has opened up. There was just this one guy always working on the small space. You always saw him when you drove by, it made you curious, he only got help towards the end. It wasn't like you knew his name but you did always make a point to review his progress. He's good looking you admit it, you promise there's only an observational aspect to it, he was just interesting to look at. You never really mention it to anyone, but you always get an earful from Imma, she saw him once when she came over to get ready for a dance night. She organized it, you didn't have the heart to say no, she's a good friend. You wondered if he'd be at the place she picked. He wasn't.

When it opened you had been driving past it for work that morning. It was a detour you only allowed yourself once a week, usually Wednesdays cause you were more likely to wake up early, maybe you did your make up. That day he turned around from setting up his sign, you were stopped at the light, he had made eye contact with you and waved. You panicked and as the light turned green you heard a car honk their horn behind you and let's just say you looked away and drove off. It was embarrassing what must you have looked like? Did you have your mouth open ?

Why the fuck did he wave??? Don't tell me he saw me fucking staring all this fucking time??!!

Jesus fucking Christ he saw me fucking staring all this fucking time??!!

Nah...no fucking way...

You can hardly remember what happened after that because you were “too busy staring at the road”

Now this was great You were dreading the drive to school in two days. Driving down his street is the quickest route to the building your class is in. It was one of your favorite classes your psych 100 class. You weren’t even sure you’d take the route down the street his bake shop is on. It was no doubt the best route not just because it was the fastest the bonus was that you got to see him. There is no real logical reason you have to explain why you are to enamored with his while being. He did it all by himself. Got his hands dirty and finished building his bakery.

…who was he?!

Imma had asked about him after a while. You mentioned it to her and you knew she'd want to go over instantly. But she surprised you with a "we should go this weekend"

it wasn't like you couldn't say "no". You could... you really could say "no" but you really fucking didn't want to.

There's really no reason to mention the embarrassment that happened when Imma comes by your place to go to "that hot baker boys shop"

She was the one that came by to walk over to the bake shop that was literally two blocks from your apartment. The interaction at the register was short lived, as you expected Imma was the center and you didn't mind, at least he didn't say anything about the awkward waving incident. Maybe he forgot…

or maybe I’m just fucked in my head about it and he really didn’t think twice about me.

You both had taken a seat to eat the pastries, before you went to the bathroom, you had seen him come out from behind the counter and maybe you still wanted to avoid him. You might have spent a little too long in there, freaking out internally, and by the time you came out Imma was done eating her pastry. To your surprise you had a small paper bag at your seat. You didn't even need to mention it after pointing at it since Imma bursted out and shouted. "That's right! You missed him he said you won a free pastry for being his 50th customer" you weren't used to attention this way. Imma was just naturally loud so you couldn't hold it against her when a few of the customers clapped. You smiled and waved and said the obligatory "thanks" and when you turned to him he was helping a customer. You only yelled out a "thank you" before grabbing the bag and snatching Imma's hand.

Safe to say it’s been a while since you were there last. Imma had gone there to pick up her breakfast sandwich every day for the last week. The taste of that chocolate croissant you won hasn’t left your mind since you ate it. One new thing Imma found out was you weren’t into sharing food. Not when it was meant for just you. You could offer it. You didn’t like to. Safe to say the moan you let out at the taste was just for you.

Does he bake them or does he buy them? Obviously he fucken bakes them. It’s a fucking bake shop.

Why is it so good????

I’m never gonna taste it again.

He’s the only guy who's always there… Imma had confirmed it. You had come clean to her after the third time of rejecting her invitation. Obviously she laughed at the whole ordeal and she still wanted to drag you along with her. She’d told you about how she tried her hardest to steal him away before even finding out. After her week long pining she told you about how he rejected her date but asked her about her friend. He had asked Imm about her friend that had her hair done up real pretty and had won the free item for being the 50th customer. Her words. He had guessed the first letter of your name since his place takes names for orders. He told her his name is Felix and he just opened up his shop and he wanted to ask a “local” for more insight on his marketing. It sounded like bull shit and it made you feel anxious for his call. She didn’t even ask, all she had texted was.

Imma: you cock blocked me, the pretty baker boy at that shop? He wanted your number. You better text him back! He totally rejected me.

You had ignored the first few unknown number calls, it made you nervous, there’s a skip in your chest when you see the same number call twice. To be fair you only really didn’t pick up the first time. The second call had happened during an exam and your phone was off. There was just too much to do during the day, on top of you being four years deep into a six year college course, how could there be time for dating and falling in love? You’re walking through the school’s bookstore and just when you make it out the doors you hear the sound of kissing and giggling and it makes your stomach churn.

This isn’t fair.

PDA wasn’t even your thing. The only thing you really think about doing in public is holding hands and hugging and it’s stupid to be thinking about this now. There’s the familiar ping of your message notification sound. You stop in the middle of the walking path when you see the same number you missed the call from.

*9*-*8*-*51*: Hi, look I’m sorry if I made myself out to be a creep, maybe your friend should have asked you before she gave me your number. So I’ll ask you, can I keep your number or do you not want me to have it?

You stare at it, for a while, and you can feel this ache in your heart. He was so sweet and you were the creep staring at him, it felt like he was really trying, and you were just running away. You give yourself a moment before huffing out a laugh and thinking up a reply. He texted you to ask to keep your number and that made you fucken happy. Your cheeks burn when you type out the words.

Y/n: why do you want it?

*9*-*8*-*51*: Honestly? because I want to get to know you. I used to see you drive by all the time. I thought you would’ve liked coming by my shop.

You start walking and shake your head at the idea of entertaining him. Then your phone rings and you feel this overwhelming tightness in your chest.

~|~|~|~

“Hello?” There’s this uncertainty in your voice and you can hear him let out this exaggerated breath.

“I really thought you’d let it go to voicemail again” his voice shocks you.

Was it that deep last time?

“I didn’t-” you’re trying to make sense of it and somehow you lose your words. You’re breathing and trying to think up what to say as you rush to your car. You can feel other eyes on you as you continue walking the path to your car.

“I’m just embarrassed you remember me” it leaves you before you can try to think up a different explanation. His small chuckle makes you sigh at how comforting it sounds. Even when he’s laughing it sounds like a compliment.

How?!!

“I’m not… why don’t you come to the bakery today? I’ll give you another croissant, on me, for embarrassing you. I owe you one” he sounds so smooth when he says it and it makes you bite your lip. The thought of running late to your shift gives you just a little too much anxiety. You’re already running late and talking to him now is not helping your time.

“I can’t…not today anyway, I’ve got a night shift, I’ll be free on Friday after my psych class” it comes out in this small ramble that has you struggling to open your car door.

“Is that a yes?” He sounds breathless and it feels like your heart is being squeezed.

“I really liked that croissant you gave me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it” you’re sighing it out like a confession and it makes your cheeks heat up when you hear his low reply.

“It was that good?” It doesn’t sound like he’s asking about the pastry and you swallow before speaking up again.

“I’m gonna start driving. I need to go. I’ll see you Friday” you say in this high pitched ramble that somehow ends in a squeak.

“It’s a date” his words come out sly and it makes you terrified he heard your small gasp before you hung up.

You really did mean to stop by on Friday, but you were on call that night, you ended up sending a scrambled text of.

Y/n: I’m really sorry. I got called in to cover a shift. They’re short staffed tonight. Can we reschedule?

Thankfully he responded with a ‘sure thing, you pick the day’ it makes you regret not using some sick days from work. You didn’t expect for things to pick up at the ER and the hours were bad enough without you forgetting that you offered to cover some shifts. It’s late in the night when you get home, and you always hope for it because it’s become a habit of his, usually around 4am when you get home he calls.

Almost on cue right as you get out of the shower, your phone is ringing on your bed, he called early. Usually you have a chance to get dressed.

“Hey Felix, you’re early” you contemplate holding the phone while you dress but it’s better to just put your earphone in and finish drying off.

“Yeah I know. I got a lot of prep work done and I was hoping you were done with your shower” you blush at his words. It wasn’t like you told him all the details but he had asked about your routine.

“And how did you know I was showering?” You’re trying to not sound like you’re moving too much.

“Lucky guess?” You hum in response and raise an eyebrow.

“Alright. I pay attention to you when you talk about what you’re doing.” You huff out a laugh.

“So you wanted to call me when I was naked and wet?” It makes your breath hitch at the way the words leave your lips. You can hear him coughing and clearing his throat before he speaks up. You’re still wide eyed and trying to understand where the hell you pulled that line out of.

“Am I that obvious?” You stare blankly at the floor, still in your towel, he just admitted it without any hesitation. Felix is nervous but he’s really not gonna let the opportunity pass him up. If you’re flirting with him like that he’s gonna give it back because he’s been thinking about you since he saw you staring at him when you drove by his shop.

“I’m-I don’t know what to say.” You feel awkward now and you’re not getting better.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to go?” He’s saying it in this defeated tone and you’re listening to him as this chill runs through your body.

“No” It surprises you how fast it leaves you, you can’t help but feel like you should explain yourself.

“I just- I’ve been really looking forward to your calls when I get home” it leaves you sheepishly and you’re mumbling it out while you twiddle the fabric of your towel. He sighs with this smile that you feel like you can see, he looks forward to calling you too, you can’t help the exposed feeling you get. He’s not there but he’s been so sweet and you’ve fallen asleep on the phone with him practically every night for the past two weeks.

“I’m also just in my towel so there’s that” you smirk to yourself when you hear him choking on a drink.

“What?” It makes you giggle at how his voice cracks when he says it.

“What are you prepping for?” You change the subject as you sit on your bed and pull your panties on. He’s clearing his throat before he tells you about the pastries he prepped for. He’s done it more than once and he knows it’s what puts you to sleep some nights. Not on purpose but he likes that he can do that, get you to sleep just by talking to you, especially since you told him about the insomnia you get.

“And, done. I’m dressed in my jammies now” you say it in this squeaky voice, you don’t know where it came from, it was just an attempt to be playful.

“Yeah? Did You get dressed while I was talking?” You can’t help the smile on your face at how breathless he sounds.

“I did” you can hear him mutter something to himself and it makes you giggle.

“Did you think about what I look like?” You try to sound playful but you’re really hoping he did.

“It would be hard not to” it leaves him in this strained voice like he’s gritting his teeth.

“Lix..” You only really call him that when you’re sleepy, he always says how much he loves it though, so you can’t help it when you want to keep calling him that.

“Before you started talking to me there was another way that I would try to get myself to sleep” you bite your lip when you hear him hum for you to continue.

“It’s kinda embarrassing to admit” you say shyly as you contemplate actually going there.

“It feels like you’re always embarrassed with me” he says it in this playful tone that feels so familiar, even the laugh he huffs out, he makes everything feel like he’s been there this whole time.

“I can’t help it, you make me feel like I can talk about embarrassing things, I like it but it’s still embarrassing” You mumble squirming like he can actually see you. He laughs at your words and it doesn’t feel judgmental, it makes you feel warm as you hide under your covers, he’s quiet and you can feel him waiting for you to say it. You don’t feel pressure, well you do but it’s between your thighs, it never really occurred to you how pent up you could get. Usually you have time to yourself to make it happen but Felix has been taking up that time and then some. Maybe that’s why you want to mention it.

“I would touch myself, make myself cum a few times to get tired enough to pass out” you can’t help how it sounds leaving your lips with that soft breath. The kind that’s begging to be heard, Felix gets quiet on his end, it makes you nervous. Felix is trying hard not to sound like a perv, he wants to ask and there’s no way you mentioned it if you didn’t want him to ask.

“I could leave you to it if you wanted to touch yourself now” he says it like he’s trying to be neutral about everything. His words make you pout tiredly as the next words leave your mouth.

“I thought you’d wanna stay on the phone” you’re practically whining it out, he clears his throat in response and you get shy.

“I get i-” you’re already feeling like you’ve gone too far when you start up again, trying to tell him you’d understand if he didn’t want to, he’s quick to cut you off.

“No, no, please, I want to. I’m just… trying to be good here and you’re making it hard” he sounds whiny and it makes you giggle in response before you settle into bed.

“I don’t usually have someone else listening to this. I’m always alone when I touch myself” the last sentence leaves you in a soft moan as you feel over your hip. You can hear his heavy sigh. Felix thinks for a moment, definitely not taking my nap today, he isn’t going to forget this and he can’t believe how pretty you sound already. Your fingers tease at the waistband of your bottoms and you sigh to yourself when you touch your warm wet opening. You can hear him panting and the small moan that leaves you has him huffing out a breath.

“Felix” his name leaves your lips in a gasp as you circle your clit. Your fingers feel slick and you can’t help your messy movements as you spread your warmth. He sighs before he speaks up.

“Do you need me?” He asks it in that same low voice and it has you whimpering out. The desperate “yeah” making him breathe heavier as you tease yourself with your fingers slipping inside.

“I’ve never…I’m a virgin, would you?” It leaves you in a moan as you start circling your clit again. It’s embarrassing enough to date and it’s not like you didn’t try to get fucked in high school. The longer you waited the weirder it seemed. The only other time was with some guy in college who just ate you out and said he wasn’t good enough to be your first. You’re gasping and moaning as you writhe in your touch, struggling to keep your thighs open.

“You want me to?” He sounds different, like he’s enjoying the thought of being your first, you don’t know it yet but he’s never been someone’s first. You’re a little hopeful when you hear him, the usual response is empty promises or a rejection, your fingers slip inside again and you add another. It forces this filthy gasp from you and you curl your fingers inside and groan at the full feeling. It never feels full enough and you’ve been fantasizing for so long you know it’s not going to be perfect. It doesn’t stop you from just wanting it to happen. Usually guys want nothing to do with it.

“I want it inside so bad” your voice comes out in this broken whimper you know you’ve got to sound pathetic with how you’re practically begging him. You can’t help it, he’s so sweet over the phone, and the fact that he’s called you every night since your missed date only spurs you on. You can’t help the way your knees close as you press your fingers into your clit.

“I’ve never been someone’s first, you sure you want me?” He’s slow when he says it and you think he’s lowering his voice to make you more flustered. He is, Felix really wishes he was there, he can hear what his voice is doing to you. He wants to know what his touch will do. He’s glad to know that you won’t mind him taking his time. He’s hoping you don’t since it’s your first time.

“Lix, please, please want you to take it. Wanna give it to you. Please” you’re desperate and your voice sounds like a half whimper and moan. Your fingers slip inside again and you whine out for him. Felix finds himself falling to sit down in the back office of his shop, he’s palming at the bulge growing, he can’t believe the pretty girl that watched him when she would drive by was begging for him to touch her.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy, begging me over the phone like that, how do I say no when you sound so pretty begging?” He’s still talking in that heavy voice that has you panting and moaning as you feel yourself get closer. He’s trying to sound composed but he knows he’d really fucking lose it if he had you in front of him. He groans when he squeezes at himself and hears your desperate whine again.

“You will?” You’re dizzy in the head when you whine it out and you’re trying your best to last longer than the five minutes it usually takes you. He’s just so hot over the phone and your fingers won’t stop moving. You can’t help the whines your panting out, the thought of him inside you has you wishing he was there.

“Yeah, if you want me to, I will” he moans it out like he’s made up his mind, you weren’t expecting it, the orgasm that comes over you when he agrees to have sex with you. You cum with a whimper of his name on your lips as you pulse and twitch into your own hand from the aftershocks. You feel a little embarrassed that you finished so quickly while your shuddering and struggling to even out your breathing

“I don’t know what to do now” you mumble shyly and breathlessly while you wait for him to respond. He chuckles and it has you blushing.



“Did you taste yourself?” The way he asks it like he’s waiting for it and he’d be offended if you didn’t.

“No…do you want me to?” You say it in this soft shy voice, fingers are still cupping your warmth and right now Felix really wish he was there you’re a little out of it still. You have the thought to want to go for another one. His voice is so nice and he said something so dirty.

“I don’t want to make you, but I will admit I might cum in my pants if you do” his words make you laugh loud and it surprises you.

“I’ve only done it once before” you say before you carefully slip your fingers out of your shorts. Your fingers touch your tongue first and to your surprise it doesn’t taste bad. You couldn’t really describe it though. You slip them out of your mouth with this pretty smacking sound and you can hear Felix stutter out a curse.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. How am I supposed to be good when all I’m going to be thinking of is this?” He sounds frustrated, groaning the words out, and it only makes you smile. You can’t help the excitement of finally going out with him.

“You just have to be good for me, then you can have me after” it leaves you in this breathy sigh as you press your thighs together thinking of him between them.

“Fuck, m’gonna be so good to you. I Promise” he says it in this low moan and he’s squeezing again. He lets out a heavy breath and you can hear him trying to steady his own breathing. “What if we changed the time?” He whispers it out and it makes you raise your eyebrow.

“For our date?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’ll have it after I close the shop on Wednesday” he says it in this hopeful way and you can’t help but feel like he’s planning something else.

“Ok, what time and where are we changing it to?” There’s an uncertainty to your words and you wonder if he’s taking his promise seriously.

“Nine, you can meet me here at my shop. We’ll have the date here, it’ll be a private tour, and I’ll bake for you” you can’t help the way you chew at your lip, he sounds so desperate and it’s only making you want him more.

“Are you trying to get me all alone?” You try to say it with offense but it leaves your lips in more of a teasing tone.

“Yeah. I want you all to myself” he says it low and it has you shivering again at the thought of him between your thighs.

—*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

When you walk up to his bake shop door you smile at the note, ‘I’m in the back text me when you’re here -Lix’, you shake your head and reach for your phone. You’re typing out a message when you hear the bell ring on his shop door and you look up to see his wide smile.

“You’re here” he says it breathlessly like he still can’t believe you’re there, he really can’t, you can see how excited he is and just like that you know the cheesey smile on your face gives you away.

“In the flesh” you smile back at him. He makes a point to open the door wider and gesture for you to enter. You take in the shop now that it’s closed, it still feels the same even with all the lights off, you can hear the lock click in place and it makes your heart skip a beat. You liked the idea of being alone with him behind closed doors, but now that you’re here there’s something that has you feeling nervous. He follows close behind you, watching you explore the empty shelves behind the display glass. You stood behind the counter in the middle of the shop getting a clear view of the tables and dining bars in front of the windows. You take in the whole vibe of the shop in its empty state, it makes you smile, while he stands there behind the counter quietly observing you.

“It feels like a bake shop from my childhood” your voice feels loud in the silence of the room. Suddenly you’re very aware of all the conversations you’ve had with him, the way you asked him for what you wanted, and now it feels like a predator stalking his prey. The memory of him asking your age only to find out you were two and a half years older than him. He had said he didn’t mind it but you minded…especially now when it feels like he’s the superior one.

“Yeah??..I was hoping for it to feel like that” Felix’s voice has this high pitched tone and he really is so happy in this moment, he has you here, yes he has to admit he can’t wait to see you laid out on his desk. He’s not even sure he can get you there. He’s just happy you’re in front of him, that’s all he could ask for, he just wants to be with you and learn more about you. He likes the way you’re quiet and the way you look at things, the way you always stared at him, he was watching and maybe some days he wore tank tops just incase you might pass by. He wants to know more about you, the thoughts in your head, are you thinking the same filthy thought he is? He almost doesn’t see you look over at him and he gets pink in the cheeks when he does. He asks you to come with him as he makes his way behind the counter. He opens the countertop door and pushes past the double kitchen doors. He’s holding the doors for you and it feels like you can’t avoid brushing past his body. He stares at you in that way that makes it feel like he can see more than you’re showing right now. You see a table with a few plates of pastries. The chocolate croissants stand out and you can feel your mouth water.

“Are those mine?” You’re a little too excited at the memory of how good it tasted.

“Yeah, baked ‘em fresh” he’s still behind you and watches the way you quickly dart for the sink, your hips pressed to the counter as you scrub you hands together, he wants to be good and let you wash your hands. He should be but he can’t help himself when you’re right here in front of him. You asked him so sweetly to take you for himself. He is making it his mission to keep his promise. He presses his front to your back and his hands cage your hips under him. You’re stiff and it makes him pull away to lean against the wall and he watches you wash your hands instead. You’re pink in the cheeks and he’s got bright red ears, you wanted him close but there was still that worry. Especially when you remember your age difference.

“Thank you...for the croissants” you mumble turning around shyly looking away from him. He can’t take it in the moment, your shy gaze, the way it looks like you’re scared to ask him if he’s trying to get under your skirt. Yeah he fucking noticed your skirt he just doesn’t know if you’ve got tights on or the sexy fucking thigh high socks he’s praying he sees.

“Tell me that phone call wasn’t a dream” he mumbles low, like everything in him is fighting to behave, he’s got you pressed against the counter again but now he’s in front of you. His thigh pushes between yours and your skirt rides up enough for him to see it.

Fuck she really is wearing thigh high socks

You’re not even able to muster up a real response, there’s just this helpless whimper you let out, your hands pressing to his chest to feel how firm it is. You look up at him and somehow he makes you feel so small with the way he looks at your thighs. You know he can see them and maybe you put them on so he could.

“Are those for me?” He says it in a way that makes you shiver while you look down to see his hand reach for you but he stops himself. Instead his hand presses to the counter to trap you again. You don’t mean to look back up at him but he’s so quiet, when you do you just swallow thickly, he’s got this look in his eyes and you feel your breathing get heavier. His gaze only making you feel lightheaded as your vision blurs and you blink away the fog of bliss.

“Tell me you know what you’re doing to me” the words leave his lips in this broken rasp, like he’s trying to hold it together, he really is trying to be good. He’s desperate, already completely fucking hard like he’s a virgin again. You still can’t say anything but his lips look so fucking pretty. You can’t stop staring at his lips screaming at yourself to just.

Fucking kiss him already.

You do…your fingers claw at his tshirt and you pull yourself up to kiss him. Both of you moaning into the kiss and you don’t even remember when he gripped your hips to lift you up on the steel top counter. He’s got you in his hands now and fuck do they feel so nice, he’s squeezing and sliding his hands against your skin, it feels like he’s trying to swallow you whole.

“Lix” you gasp out as his hands splay over your thighs, lifting your skirt more, he groans pressing his forehead to your shoulder. He feels it before he sees it, his breathing getting heavier, your hands reach up to hold his shoulders. His thumb is tracing slow on your skin slipping under the straps of the garter belt you wore just for him.

“You’re gonna have to stop me if you don’t want this” he whispers it like it hurts him, his nails biting at your thighs, his breathing more ragged. He’s still itching to pull the snap off like you told him about over the phone.

“I want you to” it leaves you in this broken whisper and it’s almost like he growls as he grabs your backside. He pulls you off the steel top and carries you with your thighs wrapped around him. You gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing into you, he feels warm and heavy, it’s like you can already feel him inside. Felix is trying his hardest to not rip everything off of you, he’s already feeling shitty for wanting to take your virginity on his desk. Your moans and the sound of your kisses are all that can be heard in the back kitchen. He’s already got you in his office, on his desk, the desk that he was sitting at when he heard you cum over the phone. He’s already leaning over you as he stands between your thighs. Your hands are in his hair and he’s busy gripping at your thighs and pushing himself into you to hear your soft gasps and moans.

“Are you sure?” He says it breathlessly as he pulls away from you and takes in how disheveled you look. It does something to him seeing you look so fucked out and all he’s done is feel you up and dry hump you. He is willing himself to not stare at the straps of your garter belt.

I can’t believe she’s fucking wearing it.

“I’m sure” you whisper it caressing his jaw bringing him into another kiss. He moans into it and his hand slips down your outer thigh and when he gets to your knee he slows his movements. His lips pulling away from you to watch your reaction as he slides his fingers along your inner thigh. Your hands are in his hair again your eyes switch from squeezing shut to lazily look up and him half lidded.

“You’re so beautiful y/n” he whispers leaning in to brush his lips against yours, the small whimper you let out makes him want to let himself get carried away. Felix knows he can’t, he knows you’re trusting him, you’re already so out of it. The words get stuck in your throat and you just want to lose yourself in him as you press another kiss to his mouth.

“Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you?” He says it against your lips and you nod, gasping when his fingers feel over the wet spot in your panties.

“You’re already so wet” he almost moans it as he rubs slow circles into you listening to the way you pant and moan his name. He’s slow and his breathing is just as fucked out as yours. He wants to do right by you so desperately ‘cause holy shit you fucking wore them’ is all he can think. He remembers telling her about this old movie he saw and he didn’t know what the name of a the garment was called, he totally fucking knew, he did though…he just didn’t want to say it. Of course she fucking knew what he was talking about she had seen the movie after looking it up on her laptop while in the fucking call.

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“Yeah, I liked that the most, it just….I don’t know seemed so captivating about the wardrobe.” He was sitting back in his office chair more awake than usual and he’s definitely not going to say she’s the reason. “Garter belts are a little uncomfortable” she says it like she fucking knows…she does. “Oh” he says it and he knows how fucking stupid he sounds… at least he thinks. “What captivated you about them?” She asks and he doesn’t see it but he can fucking hear the soft sound of her thighs rubbing together in her bed. “I…just really wanted to know how to take them off” he knows it sounds crude but no matter how many times he’s said this shit because of her little comments giving him an opening. “If you’re gonna take em off I’d prefer it be right after I put them on.” She’s scrolling through the pictures and they literally fucking had phone sex last night. “No fucking way you own a garter belt!” It comes out of him faster and louder than he meant. There’s a person in the fuckin shop. Even though it’s 5am and he’s just opened. He clears his throat while she laughs loud and unfiltered, safe in her home, he lets out this heavy sigh in response. “I’m not wearing it for our date” she grumbles out and he can hear her getting settled in bed. She usually doesn’t stay up past five thirty… “nah, I could see you in them another time” he says it like he’s not gonna think about it all day…he seriously is. “Oh yeah?” She’s teasing him he knows it. “Yeah, third date…fourth date. I can wait, I got all the time in the world” he had to stop himself from suggesting when they live together ..maybe that would be too much. “Maybe I’ll let you pick” she says it in her sleepy voice and he knows he’s about to put her to sleep. “Hey don’t forget to wake up for your class” he mumbles softly…god he’s already falling in love and he hasn’t even seen your face since you full on were avoiding him.

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“Wait Felix” you mumble shyly as he lays you out and starts kissing down your neck. He stops and looks up at you. His hands leaving your thighs to press flat to his desk. His throat is dry when he try’s to ask you what’s wrong.

“Will you…I want it…I really do but I’m just. Can you cover your eyes?” You’re stuttering and for the first time you can actually talk while he’s between your thighs. He’s still panting and he can’t help the chuckle that leaves him as he presses another kiss to your lips.

“Yeah baby, I can cover my eyes for you” he mumbles pressing a few more kisses that make you giggle. He groans before pushing himself off you to open his desk drawer where he keeps some ties just in case. He doesn’t always dress up but he likes to look professional when it comes to vendors and on days when he wants to go without his apron. He settles back between your open thighs and god he needs a moment because you were there just waiting for him.

“This okay?” He asks holding the tie up to you. You blush nodding and he bites his bottom lip holding it for you to take.

“You gonna put it on me?” He’s smirking and instead of pissing you off it just turns you on more when you take it from him and he lets you tie it around his eyes. Before you even finish his hands are back on you, tugging at the straps of the garter belt you have on, he snaps the fabric against your thigh and practically moans when you gasp.

“I’m trying to go slow for you” he says it softly when he feels your hands cupping his face and you respond with a kiss.

“I know” you whisper staring at him with his blindfold on. He lets out this shaky breath when his fingers slip into your panties, the gasp you let out and the way your nails bite at his skin, he really needs to calm himself down. He hasn’t even put his fingers inside you and already he’s coated with your arousal. He blindly searches for you and settles for kissing your neck while he slips a finger into you. He moans with you and goes slow, he listens to every gasp, he can feel how good it is for you just from the way you sound. He’s got a steady pace and your hips are shaky as you rock into his hand. He’s still blindly kissing your neck feeling the way you ache for him inside. He pulls his fingers from you and groans when he hears your needy whimper, he’s gonna fucking lose it if he doesn’t slow down, his wet fingers are gripping at your thigh and he’s panting.

“Y/n, I’m trying to be good…I need to know are you going to want me to use a condom?” He says it slow and his voice is deep, thick with want, like he’s trying to not let you hear how desperate he is. He shudders when he hears your small ‘no’ and when you tell him you’re not on birth control he practically wants to drop to his knees for you.

“I can pull out” he says it in a breath and you whine out a ‘no’ he pulls you in to feel him again.

“Are you sure?” He’s shaking and he can feel the dryness in his throat and the burning in his chest. He’s not trying to get you pregnant but fuck if he doesn’t think the risk is tempting enough to forget about the consequences. He can’t help himself from wanting to know more about you and yet he’s dying to feel you since this is the first thing you’ve asked him for.

“I wanna know what it feels like, please Lix” now you’re asking him in that sweet fucking voice that he knows he shouldn’t be listening to. He does…

“You’re going to make me cum in my pants begging like that” he mumbles pressing a kiss to your cheek and he bites down on your shoulder when he hears your giggle. That small gasp of pain you let out makes him groan against your skin.

“I’m going to be fair with you. I want to try something I’ve never asked a girl to do” he whispers it against your skin after licking over the bite. You’re still a little nervous and he’s taken the time to make you more comfortable he even agreed to the blindfold.

“What do you mean?” You say it breathless, your fingers clench at the fabric on his shoulders when you hear and feel him undo his belt. Your mind is in this foggy haze of need and want and for a moment you don’t feel like shying away from him since he can’t see you. Your eyes trail over his body, palms pressed flat to the back of his shoulders, you gasp when you see his hard cock spring out of the waistband. He’s smirking and it makes you blush and you groan pressing your forehead to his shoulder in embarrassment.

“You know I don’t really like blindfolds” he mumbles quietly like his dick isn’t out for you to look at. You really do try to not look at it but why the fuck does it look so pretty!? Is all that you have screaming in your head. You swallow before asking him why he doesn’t like blindfolds. He huffs out a laugh and he pulls you in closer his nose nuzzling into your neck while he takes a heavy breath.

“There was this girl…in my high school and she asked me out. I really uh…thought she liked me. Turns out she was just tricking me so her boyfriend could blindfold me and tie me to a chair in my boxers. They left me on the school football field for a whole night.” He sounds defeated when he says it and your heart aches, your hands never leave his body, you pull him into another kiss.

“I’m sorry Felix, I shouldn’t have-” he kisses you again, deeper this time, it makes you moan and there’s this small gasp that leaves you as you pull away. His warm member brushing against your thighs.

“It’s okay, I’ll wear it for you” he whispers against your lips. “You still okay with me not using protection?” You’re nodding before you realize you need to say it out loud.

“Yeah” you whisper kissing at his cheek and he takes a deep breath as he gets closer. Both of you gasping when he brushes against your inner thighs, he’s still blindly feeling over your thighs, his fingers slipping under the strap of your garter belt. His thumb slips just an inch under the waistband of your panties his breathing shallow and his nose pressing into your neck.

“I can’t believe you wore them” he whispers it in this desperate voice, like the thought alone makes him come undone, he’s kissing your neck again. He does it in one smooth motion, tugging your panties aside so slowly, like he’s testing to see how you’ll respond. His warm tip grazing over your wet and aching center, his shaft pressing to your folds, he groans when he tugs your panties over his cock just enough to keep him snug. Your mind is still reeling from the way he feels, you’re trying to stay still for him, ‘he can’t see’. You have to keep reminding yourself he’s blindfolded.

“You always get this wet y/n?” he says it in this soft whine against your neck, that’s begging to hear it’s only because he’s the one touching you, his warm breath making you shiver into him.

“I’m not sure…I don’t really pay attention to that” you say it in this squeaky voice, laced with this needy moan, that makes Felix want it to be because he’s touching you…because he’s the one you want to take your virginity. He’s slow when he starts thrusting, a soft moan leaving you as your hips grind into him, he can feel your walls clenching against his shaft. Begging to be filled…He’s struggling to keep his pace slow as he pants out heavy hot breaths against your shoulder. He tugs your cardigan down and moans when he notices he can kiss at your skin since you had put on a tank top. He almost doesn’t hear it…almost his blood is screaming in his ears from how you feel against him. You let out this small moan of his name and he presses his face into your neck.

“Say it again, please” he whimpers out and then you hear it, the filthy squelching from the way he just rubs his cock on you. You think about just saying his name the way he wants but you can’t help adding ‘I want you inside’ in a small whisper as you lick the shell of his ear. He groans and his thrust get sloppier as he tries to make you cum before he fits himself inside you. “Fuck I’ve never done this before, you feel so fucking good” he’s breathless and panting when he says it. His messy thrusts have you clinging to him and whimpering. Then it happens, he really didn’t mean to …not yet anyway. You both moan out for each other when his tip pushes inside. You’re slick being enough for him to just slip right in. He almost pulls out but then he hears you.

“Stay, please..oh my god” he feels you clenching and squeezing at his tip and he stops to listen to you. It takes everything in him to stay still. He grunts and braces himself with his hands pressed into his desk either side of you, your thighs trapping him and pulling him closer, you whine in pain the ache of him stretching you so deliciously. Your fingers tug at the fabric covering his eyes and you pull him into a kiss, his hands find your hips, his body involuntarily pressing deeper. He swallows the small whimper you let out and he moans into your mouth.

“You okay?” He asks pulling away, his eyes drinking in the way you look, pressing a kiss to your cheek when he notices the tears. You nod quickly as you tighten your thighs again and gasp, your hips twitch into his again, as your head falls back in pleasure. He’s in awe and desperately trying to not focus on how tight you feel when you pull him in deeper, like you were waiting just for him to fill you up. He’s kissing your neck and lazily leaning over you with his hands on your hips.

“Y/n, baby, I need your words… I don’t want to assume you feel good and be selfish about my pleasure” he murmurs as he keeps kissing and licking at your skin.

“I’m okay Lix, really, I think you can move now” you mumble and he smirks as you lift your head. His forehead pressing to yours and he watches the way you gasp and arch as he pushes the rest of the way inside. The shaky way you gasp, and shudder when he fits himself all the way inside you, has him under this spell and he wants more of you.

“Still okay?” He asks softly, his thumbs lazily rubbing at your hip, his mouth is still on your body. He presses kisses anywhere his lips can reach, your cheek, nose, neck, your forehead. He can see you now and he can really take you in. It feels warm under his gaze and you have this dazed over look in your eye, he wants to see you fall apart under him. Your fingers slip into his hair and scratch at his scalp when you tug him into a kiss. He moans and his hips grind into you both of you moaning into the kiss.

“I’m okay” you whisper quietly and kiss him again. He melts into you and loses himself in the way he slowly rocks into you, your moans and gasps for him about how ‘deep’ and ‘good’ he feels only spurs him on.

Yeah

He thinks to himself

I’m gonna do everything I can to keep her in my life…forever.

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—A-N:so I moved some a stuff down here that was originally at the top. You’re welcome…lol I mean to me.

ALSO CAN I SAY I BEEN WORKING ON THESE DRABBLES FOR THE LAST fucking what since June…for a whole month and ironically they began on June 15th ….im a little late as always. Late to the sunshine twin 🎉 Bday Bash!

-just so you know I only have Chan, Minho and Lix and Blindfold Bin…Chan and Minho got short stories and Felix Got two fics IM BIASED OKAY )!??!? SUE ME I WRITE FOR MYSELF THANK YOU. Also no one tell skz…and don’t tell Felix I haven’t started on his mafia Fic yet… I have it started for Bin, Seungmin, Hyunjin and Han…IN and Felix Mafia Drafts Have not started yet. Minho and Chan Got mafia Fics and Short stories… of course there’s links. I’m not someone who asks but when I get links I look 👀