#yongbokxreader

As the principal droned on about plans for the upcoming year, you could hear students passing by you discussing their disinterest in the announcement, your boyfriend’s name coming up in their conversations more than once. Ears perked at the mention of Felix’s name. You listened closely as you picked up your bag, making sure to carefully fold the piece of paper in your hands.

“His voice? Heaven.” One girl said excitedly to her friends. You resisted the urge to butt in the conversation, the urge to gush about your boyfriend’s voice too strong. You could understand her completely, yet you were the only one who got to experience the different shades of him in real life.

The familiar sound of the bell that signalled the end of the speech spurred you on, your feet picking up the pace. You were almost there, the door to the building coming in sight just as you heard Felix clearing his throat preparing for the new announcement.

“It’s almost Christmas, and the confessions came pouring in. So, with that in mind, your host for the day, MC extraordinaire Felix will be back with you after this song.” He laughed breathily and you couldn’t help but pause at the sound. You heard it everyday, yet you still couldn’t get used to how much it affected you. From his soft low voice when he whispered your name, to his deep laugh when you would both be sharing a joke. Most importantly, the shivers that you got hearing his breathy moans when you were riding him slowly, right before he would orgasm. All these, no matter how often you heard them, they would always make you weak in the knees.

Smiling to yourself at his amusement you paused in front of the door. Checking that indeed no one was around to ruin your plan you slowly opened it and snuck in right as he was about to play a song. You cursed softly under your breath, you weren’t planning for him to be aware of your presence until later, but as soon as the soft notes of the song started playing, he turned around.

The surprise on his face at the sight of you, and the bright smile that blossomed on his face almost made you feel bad for your devious plan. Almost. You knew he’d enjoy himself as much as you would. You smiled back at him as you waved in greeting.

“Hey, what brings you here?” Felix asked, getting up to greet you with a hug. The feel of his warm embrace accentuated by his soft thick sweater felt like home, and you couldn’t help but bury yourself in him. Inhaling his soft scent, you let out a small moan when he pulled away slightly bending down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I wish I could stay like this all day love but I have to get back to the broadcast soon.” He glanced at the clock, the song almost on its last few notes. Sensing the opportunity, you pulled on his sweater to prevent him from turning around.

“Uhhh actually, I had something to ask, a favour.” You smiled sheepishly at him, bouncing on the ball of your feet trying your best to act innocently. When he laughed and urged you to go on you reached out for your bag and pulled out a crumpled note. “So, I know this is not normally how people would send in confessions, but– “you handed the note to him, slapping his hand lightly when he went to read it.

“Not yet Felix. It’s not mine, it’s someone that knows me, and knows we’re dating. They wanted this to reach out to the person they are interested in. It’s a surprise they are planning.” You chuckled under your breath as his smile widened.

“Oh, interesting.” He mumbled, and for a second your heart stopped. His eyes were locked on yours,a glint of mischievousness in them and you knew he was onto you. “Did this person say when they needed this read by?” He inquired and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, they didn’t say but it sounded quite important.” You schooled your voice, trying to not sound panicked. It didn’t cross your mind that he could be onto you, or even question you, but when he smiled at you and pulled you in for a soft kiss you breathed easily. Safe.

“It’s ok love, I’ll read it now. Anything for you.” He mumbled against your lips before he pressed them harder against yours, the hand that was not holding yours resting softly against your lower back. Pulling you in closer you moaned into the kiss, his soft lips coaxing yours open, not missing the opportunity to kiss you breathless. Worried that he may ruin your plan if he continued, the gentle pressure on your skin and his body flush onto yours making you give in to him, you pulled away.

“Felix, not now.” You chuckled at his dejected face. “You’ve got a broadcast to host, MC extraordinaire Felix.” Teasing him for his earlier shoutout you pushed him lightly towards the chair.

“Will you stay?” He asked after he took a seat, headset in his hands knowing he didn’t have enough time to rebel against you. He was meant to be back on air soon and he would be stuck to that chair for the next twenty minutes until the next break. After seeing you earlier, He didn’t think he could miss you this much, but once you’ve made yourself known to him for the day his heart called out to be close to you. It didn’t help that kissing you felt like a drug, your lips against his spurring his imagination on he couldn’t wait for the day to be over. As much as he enjoyed having the responsibility of being the radio host for the whole day; all he wanted at that moment was to have you naked underneath him, mewling out his name as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“I don’t know, I have to finish up my food, and you know how everyone here is anal about making a mess of the broadcast room.” You shrugged, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You were hoping your coverup worked to distract him from your earlier slip up, and when he smiled reassuringly at you patting the chair next to him you breathed out easily.

“Don’t worry about it, there is no one here to see you make a mess.” He said hurriedly, eyes glancing at the clock. “Right, it’s time to be on air. Please stay.” He looked at you softly. “I would love it if you were near me the whole of today.” You felt your heart melt in your chest at his expression, almost ready to throw your plan out the window. But remembering that this was the only time no one was indeed around to see you make a mess of things, or him, you would take full advantage of that.

Nodding at him, your heart leaped in your chest as he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the chair, not letting go of you even as he pressed the red button waiting for him to begin his live.

“Aaaand we’re back, that was such a good song, I’ve not listened to it, but I know it was good. After all, I made the playlist for the day.” He laughed, his eyes flitting to you shining with happiness. You fondly stroked the hand holding yours, his excitement infectious.

“So, as we are starting our Confessions segment, it seems like I have an important message here, it was signed, sealed and delivered.” Felix laughed once again into the microphone, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. Trust him to be a brat about this. “So, I will start with this one before I read any of the others.” You took this as an opportunity to approach him, his back to you, preoccupied with the note and on air - you knew this was your chance. Slowly draping your arms over his chest, your hands twiddling with the strings of his hoodie you leaned in placing your head in the nape of his neck.

He didn’t flinch, not in the least surprised you were seeking comfort. Unravelling the paper he laughed, “This was a hard confession to get to.” You laughed inwardly at the irony, if he knew. When he started to read you started peppering kisses on the available strip of skin aware how sensitive his neck was.

“Oh,” he shivered as he felt your hot breath hit his earlobe, and he prayed you’d stop there. “Ok so let’s see. Hello Felix, last week my boyfriend sent his own confession about me, how he sometimes wishes that we switch roles in some aspects of our lives, and I decided that I wanted to do that starting now. He’s been quite a bad…” Felix paused, the words he read jogging in his memory. He could barely think of anything else than your soft lips on the expanse of his neck trailing soft kisses up to his earlobe.

“Carry on, love. You’re on air.” You purred in his ear, revelling in the way he trembled. Your hands gripped onto the thick material of his sweater, fingers playing with the folds sliding further down until you reached the front of his pants.

Felix gasped in surprise, not expecting you to palm him through the material, teasingly rubbing his member. “Ahm… a bad boy, and I think it’s about time I teach him,” his voice wavered, his mind on the way you gripped his hardening cock through his pants, squeezing light enough for the sensation to travel to his spine.

“Teach him?” You slowly undid his zip, walking round the chair pushing it slightly backwards to allow yourself some room.

Felix’s breathing hitched as he watched you kneel in between his legs, pushing them further apart. The sight of your impish smirk, your hair falling in your eyes, lips slightly parted wiped all thought of the current situation from his mind. All he could see, and feel, was your hand pulling him out of his boxers; your thumb caressing the tip lightly, making his dick jolt and his hips buckle. “Ah sh–“

Hearing him lose his composure over the broadcast made your chest swell with pride. You’ve never been the one to take control but as you gripped him tighter and pumped him a few times watching him squirm under your touch made you realise how excited it was making you feel.

Struggling to read the words in front of him, your warm hand still wrapped around him, your mouth incredibly close to him, Felix gulped. “Teach him that he shouldn't be airing information like that over the campus radio.” Finishing the sentence in a hurry he breathed easily thankful he made it through.

“Thank fuck.” He congratulated himself for managing to keep his cool throughout. He narrowed his eyes at you, prepared to tell you off for pulling such a stunt, when you silently pointed at the red button signalling he was still on air. Not waiting for his response, you stuck your tongue out, gently licking at the tip circling it slowly as you teased him. Savouring the taste you moaned, your hot breath fanning over his member as hips jerked in response.

Felix cursed softly underneath his breath, realising you were right, yet your warm wet lips sucking him in were too distracting. Leaning close to the microphone once more he prepared for his next confession, the list pulled up on his notepad. “Next up we have a confession from A, whose boyfriend seems to be doing a very bad job at keeping their texts to himself.”

As he concentrated on keeping his words levelled, you took the opportunity and sucked him in your mouth fully, his hardness filling up your mouth hitting the back of your throat making tears gather at the corner of your eyes. Instinctively he reached out for you, but you were quick to grab his wrist keeping it firmly in place. With one hand on the console, the other kept in place by you, he was hopeless against your tongue lapping at his length.

“Well, I guess, this boyfriend is not a great one A. If you were to ask me– “he sounded strained, his voice hoarse, his mind buzzing with thoughts on how to get you to move faster down his length. The slow torturous movement of your head bopping up and down, before stopping at the tip to flick the tip with your tongue was keeping him on the edge. “I would definitely air his own dirty” he puffed out the last word, “laundry too. So, if you’re ever in need of a way to do so, this is the right place.” He finished finding himself unable to continue.

You looked up to meet his gaze. Mouth wrapped around him, the hand not holding him firmly pumping at the base of his cock you smiled as well as you could. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his hips twitched wanting to thrust more of him inside your mouth, the slow torturous tempo that you set not enough for him. Deciding that if he could speak without slipping you were not doing a good enough job you switched tactics. Pulling him out of your mouth completely, enjoying the way he shivered, you peppered kisses all around his length, the hand gripped around him sliding up to pump him rhythmically.

“You’re doing so well Felix.” You cooed before you sucked the side of his dick briefly. Feeling the twitch underneath your tongue, you chuckled. “Look at you being a bad boy, being sucked off in the radio room, as you’re live and most of the people on campus are hearing it.” You taunted, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with lust at your words. “You won’t be as naughty as to come when they’re listening will you?” You asked innocently before you flattened your tongue and licked a strip from base to tip making him jerk in response.

“Good boy.” You felt the foreign words come out of your mouth so naturally it surprised you as much as it did him. You’ve never taken control like this, but something in you snapped at the thought of making him beg for mercy whilst he was doing his job.

“You’re being so good. Don’t let the people wait.” Trying your hardest to sound as confident as possible, the more you became aware of your own insecurities, the more you stalled.

Sensing your hesitation Felix bit his lip, his brain trying to come up with a way to encourage you without taking the power away from you or allowing his listeners to learn of what was happening behind the scenes. “As we are heading into the next confession, I would like to make one of my own.” He paused, feeling your movements falter. “As I also have the boyfriend title, I would like to confess that I believe every person who is in this specific position should allow their girlfriends to teach them lessons.” His smile and good natured advice didn’t last long.

Hearing him speak like that lit a fire in you. Your mind was half enraptured with his mindful actions, half drowned in need to make him enjoy his lesson. Instead of dwelling too much on it, you hurriedly engulfed him back in your wet heat taking advantage of the spurt of courage you took from his words. You made eye contact with him as he sharply inhaled, your swollen lips parted around his cock, sucking in a frenzy. You carried on like that for a while, switching between lapping at him and sloppily gulping him down your throat. When your jaw got tired, your hands would slowly take over to cradle his balls massaging them softly. All the while his strained voice struggled to read the confessions he had for the day.

Felix twitched, his thigh muscles contracting, the familiar feeling of an orgasm bubbling beneath his skin. Your keen behaviour as you willingly took him deep in your mouth, the tip of his dick reaching the back of your throat making you choke, saliva running down his balls making a mess of his trousers riled him up. It was enough that he would be filling your mouth with cum quickly if you didn’t stop. Quickly glancing at the clock wondering how long he’s got to hold himself together, he realised that it was time for a break. He breathed out slowly, his fingers felt cramped from how long he’s gripped at the chair, your hand still holding onto his wrist keeping him from touching you.

“And we’ll be back shortly after our top,” Felix’s voice broke momentarily as you contracted your throat muscles around his length, “ahm, excuse me, top 10 of the week.” He hurriedly added, your warm wet mouth around him for so long and your warm hand cradling his balls too much to take. He needed to finish the broadcast quicker before he finished in your mouth. You were due some discipline for the stunt you pulled. He was craving to show you who the boss was – as enticing and pleasurable it was for him to see you dominant and take control like that, he was usually the one who made you scream and beg for release.

Knowing you didn’t have much time left until your punishment for him ended, you put in as much effort as you could to get him riled up. As much as you enjoyed your game, seeing him come undone like this in public, his raspy breath echoing not only in your ears but throughout the campus, the thought of what was to come when his broadcast ended made you shiver in anticipation. When his punishment ended, yours was about to begin and you felt yourself clench hungrily at the thought.

“And this was all from me, your favourite MC,” seeing the opportunity you palmed his balls, your hand trailing upwards until it reached the base of his cock the saliva that dripped down it aiding you in gripping him lightly. “Ahhh,” his low moan reverberated through the speakers as he gripped the edge of the table. His mind was in a daze, for a second his next words escaped him. All he could think of was how good he felt, his muscles tensed. Your lips were now peppering kisses all around the head of his member switching from time to time to tantalising with a kitten lick as you moaned at the taste of him.

“You taste so good, baby.” You softly whispered, your breath around his slick dick making him tremble at the sensation. You locked eyes with him, noticing the glossed over look with raw lust, yours glinted with mischief. You felt the last thrill of power as your hand gripped tightly at the base of his cock before you took him in your mouth once more swallowing him as much as your throat allowed you to.

“Ahhh fu…” Felix swallowed hard, remembering where he was, the buttons underneath his hands reminding him he was still on air and about to broadcast himself filling your mouth up with his cum. “Ah, furious that we have to part for now.” He saved himself last minute, his hips bucking a desperate attempt to get himself deeper into your mouth. “But, we will be back.” He added hurriedly, his finger slipping off the button right as you swirled your tongue around the underside of his dick, your hand pumping vigorously at the rest.

“Fuck, Y/N baby.” The knowledge that now the broadcast was over he could be as loud as he wanted, made him more vocal than normal. Grunting he grabbed onto your hair, jerking his hips rhythmically enjoying the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him. You dug your fingers in his thighs, the slight pull of his fingers through your hair fuelling your own pleasure. Desperate for some friction and your pussy on fire, you allowed your hand to slip between your legs, your mound grinding down on the delicate bones of your wrist.

“Look at you, you dirty girl, getting yourself off as your mouth is stuffed full of my dick.” Felix groaned his eyes hungrily eyeing your movements. Seeing you riding your own hand as you dripped saliva all over his dick made him pump into your mouth harder, the tightness of your throat spurring him on. “You like that don’t you?” You could only moan in response, the vibrations causing Felix to growl his fingers pulling your hair roughly. You felt breathless, your mind focused on the fire building in your stomach, your hips pressing down on your hand in a frenzy. Just as you felt the familiar tingle in your spine, the euphoric feeling of your orgasm within reach Felix growled deeply before he stopped you with a pull of your hair. Feeling your orgasm subside, you whimpered disappointedly. Your sensitive clit was still firmly pressed against your arm and you couldn’t help but shiver at the smooth lull in his voice.

Pushing the chair away from the table he slowly pulled out of your mouth, his hand still tangled in your hair, guiding you safely from underneath. Glancing down at you, red faced, plump lips shining with your spit and his precum your hair framing your features – the sight made him breathless. If his desire to fuck you wasn’t so strong, he would have come then and there.

“Not like this baby girl. I want to fill you up with my dick as you come around me, let me feel you.” He whispered, his voice dropping a few octaves lower as he let go of your hair. With the gentle caress of your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing away your own fluids he motioned for you to stand up. On shaky legs you allow him to pull you up, your knees protesting from the position you’ve subjugated them to as you teased him. Leaning into him you whined softly as his breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue trailing patterns before nipping at the skin softly.

“Felix, please. I need you.” You begged softly, unable to hold the facade anymore. All the teasing, and the taste of him lingering in your mouth were making the blood boil underneath your skin in lust.

“Has being the boss made you horny?” He cooed, his hand softly trailing down towards your clothed pussy. “You’ve had your fun; look at you being this wet after sucking my dick.” With his hand in your pants, his fingers sliding right between your slick folds he bit your throat gently drawing a groan from you.

“Tell me, does being in control make you this wet?” He drawled, his hot breath cooling the saliva he left on your throat. Fingers rubbing up and down between your pussy lips made your knees buckle. You whimpered at the hot feeling travelling up your spine as his digit circled your clit teasingly before pulling away from you.

“Unfortunately for you,” he growled, his gentle demeanour taking a turn as he roughly turned you around, his hand pressing onto your back bending you over the desk. “Seeing as I'm accused of being a bad boy,” he leaned over your back, one hand pulling your panties to the side as the tip of his dick poked at your entrance. “I will fuck you like one for the next twenty minutes. Until you can’t walk straight.” Not waiting for a response, he thrust right in; your wetness enough for him to bottom you out. His tip hitting the spot right inside of you that made you see stars, the pleasure travelling all the way down to the tip of your toes.

You found it hard to keep yourself steady as he pounded into you, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. Bent over the controls, your sweat dripping over it, you felt your walls contract around Felix’s dick at the thought of pressing the red button by mistake. Entertaining the thought of having everyone hear you as you were thoroughly fucked to an orgasm was thrilling, yet you knew it wasn’t possible. Not only will you both get kicked out, but you would also be the shame of the University.

“Fuck- ah, Felix, right there.” You groaned, as he thrust in at an angle hitting a particular spot that made your back arch in pleasure. “Harder please.”

“You’re dripping sweat all over the controls. Look at you, making such a mess. What do you think everyone would say if they knew about this?” Playing upon the scenario, Felix felt you shudder under him, and he groaned at your aggressive response. You’ve never discussed the thought of public sex, but the way your hips slammed back against his thrusts, your pussy all but milking him to an orgasm; he knew he hit the jackpot.

“How about,” he pressed harder into you, his chest flush against your back once more, voice dropping to a low whisper, “I press that red button over there, so that everyone can hear how bad of a girl you are? Hm?” He trailed off, his teeth nipping at the visible skin.

Unable to utter an intelligent response you settled for a loud groan, the fire in your stomach increasing with each thrust of his hips against you. The lewd sound of your wet pussy accompanied by your skin slapping together as he pounded mercilessly into you resonated in your ears. His fingers brushed the hair off your back before he tangled them in your hair pulling you towards him. The room felt like a sauna, your sweat drenching your clothes, but you found it hard to care.

He let go of your hair slowly, eased the pressure off your scalp, his eyes drinking in the way you curved your back. Hearing your strangled moans as you fucked yourself against him, his gaze trailed to where his hardness disappeared into your body.

“God, you’re so beautiful… just like that… taking me so well… coming undone as I’m filling you up with my cock.” He muttered, his hips stopping for a second enjoying the way you carried on rolling your hips, chasing the pleasure.

“Felix, touch me more, please.” You begged, your hand reaching out to grab his, bringing it to your swollen clit. Not caring whether or not he would take control, you pressed yourself against the inside of his palm. The pressure against your inflamed nub, combined with the length of him massaging your inner walls, brought you closer and closer to release.

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” You announced as the pressure inside of you grew. It felt as if every nerve ending within your body was on fire, your mind filled with cotton balls. All you could hear, see and feel was him splitting you open. “Felix.” You whined when he didn’t make a move to aid you. Slowing down, the momentum of your orgasm subsiding.

“What is it that you want Y/N?” He coaxed you, the hand you held against your pussy slowly moving in circles, applying more and more pressure. “Hm, would you like to come?” He asked, slowly moving his hips, sliding his dick in and out of you. “Would you like me to make you come as you’re fucking yourself on my cock?” He growled, picking up speed, the hand against your clit gripping your hip for support.

Spreading yourself more to allow him more movement, you sputtered incoherently. Goosebumps rose on your skin, the familiar pressure building up until you felt yourself let go, the force of your orgasm making your knees buckle. The electric feeling that overtook your senses travelled all throughout your body, pulsing underneath your skin as your pussy gripped him in a vice-like hold.

“Good girl, come just like that, make a mess of the carpet.” Felix spurred your orgasm on, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and circling it lightly prolonging your euphoric moment.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh God.” Your voice was raw from yelling out, your hands gripping at anything they could in a struggle to keep you upright. “Felix, fuck yes.” Sighing out, you felt your inner muscles relax allowing him to move once more.

Taking it as an opportunity Felix didn’t waste any time before he pulled out of you all the way until only the tip spread you open. “It’s my turn.” He simply said before he plunged straight in, setting a ruthless pace. The brutal pace of his thrusts was enough to raise you on your tiptoes, his cock massaging your walls deep inside. You arched your back, the feeling of his tip hitting at your cervix sending shocks up your spine. You knew you wouldn’t be able to come again but you enjoyed the feeling of his hard member pounding you unrelentlessly.

“You feel so good, fuck Y/N.” His breathing was ragged, the effort of keeping up the pace getting to him. “I’m close.” He growled as you squirmed underneath him. As he picked up the pace, his movements frenzied, he made sure to ask his usual question. “Where do you want my cum?” He sounded uncertain, his regard for your preference overpowering his impending orgasm.

“Ah. Come for me, give me your cum, all the way deep inside of me.” You demanded pushing against him. You contracted your cunt muscles, coaxing him to orgasm. “Think of all these people listening to the songs on the radio having no idea what is happening inside. How dirty their host is, fucking his girlfriend over the desk.” You carried on feeling him twitch inside of you.

Your words made Felix see stars, the imagery you painted in his mind enough to allow him to peak, violently filling you up with his cum. “Ahhh, fuck.” He whined as the feeling let up, his mind clearing up from the sex induced haze.

Careful not to hurt you he pulled out of you proud at the mess he made of the carpet underneath the two of you. He would get hell for this from his colleagues, but seeing the way you panted, trying to catch your breath as his cum leaked out of you, was worth every moment of it.

“Are you good? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He inquired as you turned around.

Knees still wobbly you shook your head, the haze of your orgasm making it hard for you to think. “No, I’m good.” You reassured him softly. The discrepancy between Felix outside of the bedroom (or in your case radio studio) and Felix as an overall boyfriend was astounding. Bringing yourself closer to him you whispered your thanks before reminding him the top 10 songs playlist was about to end.

Felix pulled you into a last kiss, his lips softly brushing against yours. “If we had more time, I would hoist you up on that desk and eat you out until you’re cleaned of every single drop of my cum.” He rasped hungrily against your lips, enjoying the way your face heated up at his words. His lustful gaze softened as his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “Will you stay though? As thankful as I am for your impromptu…” he paused, “dominance. I meant it when I said I would like you to stay next to me.” He softly peppered kisses all over your face, making you laugh. Nodding at him, you pulled away straightening up, not bothered at the mess your underwear was about to become.

“I will, I will. I promised after all, and if I broke that, I’d be a terrible girlfriend. Don’t want to hear about myself over the radio anymore.” Sitting down you looked at your boyfriend, confused at his amused expression.

“Well, if this is where it leads us…” he shrugged nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just spent the last twenty minutes fucking you. “But for now, I am satisfied with this. Pulling on a more serious face, he sat down as the jingle played again announcing the start of the program. He mouthed a last love confession, drawing a smile out of you, before pressing the button.

“And we’re back on air–“