귀여워요...

So cute🥺

5:51 P.M. "don't leaveee" a voice in the darkness called out to you. you peeked your head around the doorway to look at the lump on your bed. "you can't leave me," the voice huffed as the lump shifted. you smile at it and move backward to walk into the room, "i have to go though." The lump began shifting violently as the voice groaned in annoyance. there wasn't much light coming through the windows as the sun was just starting to rise but there was no you wouldn't notice the head of fluffy and curly hair pop out from beneath the lump of the comforter and pillows.

"nooooo," the voice's accent came out strong, making you laugh because that only happened when it- he was sleepy. a hand jutted out from the lump, moving everything off the person that was under it. a pillow or two falls to the floor and you giggle at the strong pout pointed in your direction, his eyes in narrow slits. he is so cute when he's sleepy. "chan- chris, baby. you know i have to leave, i told you-" a very loud groan cuts you off and you sigh loudly back in response. "now, honey-" "don't you honey me." his voice was as fierce as a kitten's meow as his pout deepens. you push off the wall and walk closer to the bed, reaching your hand out to pet his messy bedhead curls. he hums and leans into your touch. "chan, i would love to come back to bed with you," you smile as he closes his eyes and sighs out. you stop petting to lean down to his ear, ignoring the way he leans in toward you, "but i have work so you'll have to deal without me."

you're quick to move out of his reach as he tries his best to capture you, laughing out loud when he perks straight up onto his knees with his eyes wide open and nose scrunched in distaste. you successfully make it back to the doorway before turning around and smiling at him, "go back to sleep, grumpy." he shakes his head with vigor, pointing at the bed with emphasis. "tell you what- i'll come home early today, okay? and i'll bring your favorite treats from the coffee shop down the street." he groans in response but flops down onto the bed. you take that as a win and begin walking away, "i'll see you later, hon!" "i'll never forgive you!"

you shake your head as you pull on your shoes and head for the front door. you open it and yell, "I love you!" It takes a couple of minutes but there's a rapid footstep making their way downstairs before his head pops out from around the corner, "I love you too." he whispers, waving a little hand goodbye. 'so cute.'

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😕I don’t know how much I’ll be able to help with the panic attacks, sorry, but getting a chair would definitely help. And if you want, or if you can, there are medications for panic attacks that help quite a bit, I have really bad anxiety so I have some🙂, and I’m pretty sure you can go to the doctor and they’ll either prescribe something or send you to someone who can! There are also fidget toys that I have to help lessen my anxiety if you think something like that might help? I hope this helps, even just a little☺️

Hey! I actually used to get SUPER dizzy all the time, both in the and out of the shower. I’ve had to see a lot of doctors over the years and finally figured out I have something called POTS. I’m not sure you have it but, of course, drink lots of water, especially before a shower, eat protein, and make sure you add salt to your diet(if you can). You also might want to get a stool or something for your shower. I hope this helps!☺️

i have anxiety when it comes to showering/anything where i have to close my eyes so i'm thinking i might actually just like....be having a panic attack each time? but my mom said i should get a chair especially since my legs don't work as much as they used to :(

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mocha note don’t make me BAD, bad addicted to you, once we've started, you must be mine 😋😋 i’m sorry i’ve just listening to taste on repeat for the past few days an this part has me going insane, i’m crying why is this exactly 6k words on the dot

୨୧ hyunjin

Life without Y/n seemed- no was so unfulfilling, it felt incomplete, the boys were so upset that they refused to eat anything that wasn’t Y/n’s cooking leading Hyunjin to have to remember recipes and dishes that the woman made to satiate his kids

Hyori wasn’t any better, she had began teething and no matter what Somi nor Hyunjin tried, the girl would scream for hours until she screamed herself to sleep, it was noticeable to everyone, the Hwang’s needed Y/n

While the kids showed their hearts on their sleeves, Hyunjin may have been the worst of them all, his heart genuinely felt like there was a Y/n sized hole missing, and it was all his fault

There was always a huge possibility that Y/n would end up pregnant, he never wore condoms and she wasn’t on any type of birth control, if anything he should’ve been prepping for the inevitable baby sooner

He couldn’t help but cry at the idea of the woman who he and his kids loved dearly, leaving and cutting them out of her life for good, not only that, preventing the new Hwang baby from getting to know its father and siblings

But Hyunjin forgot, one rather major detail, the whole reason that made him lose him mind at the knowledge of his mistress being pregnant, and it was his own wife, Somi

Somi may have been distant, but she wasn’t dumb, she knew that something was going on with her husband and the nanny because, while the kids being upset with her leaving had plenty reasons to be understandable, it didn’t make sense for Hyunjin to be devastated

Somi wasn’t going to say anything to reveal that she knew, it wasn’t her can of worms to open and if he was man enough to cheat, he would have to man up and be man enough to tell

“Come on Jaejae, can you please just eat? It’s literally your favorite” Somi watched as the boy threw the bowl of cinnamon toast crunch across the room screaming for his llama, feeling overwhelmed and annoyed with her youngest son, Somi sent him to his bedroom

“If you don’t like something you don’t throw it, am I clear young man?” Hyungjae stormed off, screaming about how he wanted llama, and that made the baby of the house scream as well, and much to her surprise, the oldest son began to whine too, talking about how not having Y/n wake him up hurt his heart

“Oh my god, can you all stop crying? Y/n will be back, stop screaming before I put you guys in timeout” Somi grabbed her youngest daughter who strongly detested her, and sobbed louder, making the already annoyed woman, pissed

So she placed the now ten month old down in her seat, screaming for her husband to deal with their kids because she couldn’t, not only were they all screaming, they weren’t listening to her which was something she hated more than off brand designer bags, there was almost nothing she hated more than off brand bags

Hyunjin walked in, calming his sons down and picking Hyori up from her high chair, and while her crying failed to stop, it definitely went down some decibels “I got it Somi, just go, it’s not like you’re home anyways”

Somi scoffed, not liking how she caught a stray from her husband, in fact she was mad he was acting like he didn’t know why their kids where so fussy, and while she had no filter, she wasn’t going to have that talk in front of her kids

“We’ll talk Hwang, I need to have a word with you”

That talk would come three days later, the kids refused to settle down and so Hyunjin’s parents came to pick them up so that the overwhelmed parents could have some time to themselves

But with the way Somi stared at Hyunjin with her eyes slanted with disdain, Hyunjin started to believe that he would have three Hyori’s screaming rather than be alone with his wife

“I want a divorce”

Somi said it so quickly and calmly that Hyunjin almost believed that he misheard the older woman, but when his eyes looked down on the papers that she slammed on their kitchen table, he knew that she was serious

“What why?” Hyunjin wasn’t upset, in fact he was happy that she was the one who filed, her signature was already on the papers, and all he had to do was place his, but it seemed so sudden from her end

“I know you’ve been fucking Y/n- wait let me finish i’m not done speaking damn’it, but i’m not mad, matter of fact i’m more mad that you made a pregnant woman leave, why did she leave Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin sighed “She told me that she was pregnant and I didn’t handle it like I should’ve, I said some things that in hindsight were fucking awful and shitty, it was not my brightest moment, and I wish I could tell her that I was sorry”

Somi gasped, shocked that her husband would ever do something like that, so she did the only thing she could think to do, smack him. Somi reeled her hand back, connecting it with so much vigor that Hyunjin let out a meek scream, shocked “I can’t believe you’d get a woman pregnant and then treat her like that, you’re an asshole Hwang”

Hyunjin began stuttering, hand cradling his cheek as he reeled in from the searing pain, confused as to how she was informed of the pregnancy and then it sunk it, she was in the house when Y/n told him and she could’ve heard the entire exchange

“She left her pregnancy tests in her bathroom, and I haven’t been the one fucking you Hyunjin, but we’ve been married for awhile, I know what you look like after sex” Hyunjin gulped, not knowing how to handle this situation

“All I want from this divorce is the car you gave me, you can have full custody, the houses, and your money, I don’t want anything else except freedom and I can’t have that being a mom of three and your wife”

Somi spoke with so much eloquence that Hyunjin was feeling bad about doing this to her, he felt bad that he couldn’t love her like she deserved and even though she wasn’t showing her emotions, he felt that it had to hurt

“I’m not hurt Hyunjin, stop looking at me like that, i’m serious, I don’t care, but you need to make it up to that poor girl, she’s pregnant and is the only person who those rascals listen to, if you don’t make it up they will hate you for the rest of your life”

Hyunjin sighed, finally feeling the urge to speak “But I am still confused, what do you get out of this Somi? I know you said you don’t care, but why would you only bring out divorce papers now”

Somi smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder before shrugging “I was cheating on you first, and the man i’m with doesn’t want kids, so I couldn’t divorce you until I had a good enough reason because the judge would grant me 50/50, and now that you got another woman pregnant, and i’m the spouse who’s kid prefer the damn mistress, the judge is going to give me what I want”

In all the years that Hyunjin known Somi, he had never seen his wife like this, and with the new information that she was cheating first and fell out of love too made him feel less shitty “So you waited until I gotten another woman pregnant so that she could mother the kids?”

Somi agreed, telling him that she knew that he would inevitably get another person pregnant since his pull out game was weak, and his sperm was highly fertile “I don’t know wether to be offended or not” Somi rolled her eyes, shoving the papers into his hands

“Less talking more signing Hwang” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, skimming through the packet and noting that she was telling the truth, the only thing she wanted out of this divorce was her g-wagon and no custody, she was fine leaving the kids to their father

“I don’t know wether to be relieved or concerned that you don’t want anything to do with the kids, they’re yours too” Somi scowled, waving her hand dismissively “Would you rather me take full custody, the houses, your money, and post the fact that you got the nanny pregnant?”

Hyunjin winced, if it got out that he cheated on his wife with a younger woman who took care of their kids, the media would have a field day with it and his kids would see the dog that the media paints their father as when they get a social media presence

“Noted” Hyunjin flipped to the pages where he needed to sign, and hastily signed his signature, making a smile form against Somi’s face as she celebrated about the fact she was finally free

“I hope all is well between you and the girl, she loves those kids, so she’ll be back, but don’t do something stupid where you’re going to ruin your life and your kids, that baby needs a father and mother Hyunjin, and i’m sorry that I couldn’t be the mother that our kids needed, but i’m thankful you found- well that I found Y/n, but i’m thankful you found love in her”

Hyunjin stared at Somi, lips parted and gaping as he tried to figure out what to say, it wasn’t every day that your wife was happy that you got another woman pregnant, and it wasn’t everyday that she supported said pregnancy

“I’m going to stay until I get all my stuff out, but i’ll be out of your hair before long, i’m also taking our sheets, I haven’t seen any like that and I love the design, you don’t need them anyways”

Hyunjin’s face contorted into one of amusement, she wasn’t actually upset and wearing a mask, she was just happy that she could finally leave, living her own life and only then did Hyunjin realize how unfair life has been to her

Hyunjin and Somi met while he was 19 and still in his freshman year of college, Somi was 28 and was living the bachelorette life, according to Hyunjin’s parents, she was a wild child all her life and they didn’t want her to waste her child bearing years, so what did they do?

They arranged a relationship between Hyunjin and Somi, being “together” for nine years before her parents were upset at their being no children, so much to her dismay, she was pregnant and married all in the same year, and as if that wasn’t enough, they kept pestering the woman to have more and more

Somi felt trapped, and Hyunjin accidentally played into it, instead of helping her, he made it worse by getting the woman pregnant everytime he felt like it, and while he was mourning the miscarriages that would’ve gave him more children before Hyori was born, Somi on the other hand was chided by her own parents and he had accidentally missed it because of his own feelings, and now that he’s realizing this years later only made him feel more guilty

Somi never wanted to marry and she never wanted kids, but Hyunjin got her pregnant six times and had her give birth to three of their children, and the thought of him ruining her life couldn’t help but bring tears to his eyes

“I’m sorry” While the two worded sentence wouldn’t ever be enough to justify what had happened to her in the two decades years they’ve been together, they had been a start and it brought an elated smile to Somi’s face, a smile that he hadn’t seen in over a decade

“I forgive you, being honest, I could have always left but I didn’t want to leave you with the boys on your own” Hyunjin sniffled, opening his arms to embrace Somi because while he hasn’t felt love for her since the her pregnancy with Hyungmin, and in introspection, he hasn’t ever loved her, leaving the both of them in an uncomfortable loveless decades long relationship

“I’m sorry for everything Somi, take care and whatever you do, know that i’ll be here for you” The grip from their hug only tightened, so many emotions and words that needed to be said, were being said without a word leaving either one of them

“I’m closing the chapter on us, so I don’t think i’ll ever contact you again, but if the boys want to talk when they get older, i’m open to that” Somi pulled away, lacing her fingers with his in a platonic hold, this was the end of their marriage, and the beginning between Y/n and him

…

Despite having agreed to the mutual settlement of the divorce, the only thing that was left was telling the boys that there would no longer be anymore daddy and mommy together, and mommy wouldn’t be able to care for them anymore

Hyunjin agreed that leaving Hyori with his parents was the smarter option, and they would also not inform her parents of their split, if they ever asked why they didn’t hear from them anymore, Hyunjin would tell them that she was abroad for work

It wasn’t like they called for anything else other than to pester Hyunin about how he should be be raising the kids since he was man, and chiding the man for being in touch with his femininity at his “old age” Hyunjin wasn’t sure why they were concerned with what he wore and how he styled his hair and makeup since none of that had to do with their daughter, but now he realized that in hindsight, they didn’t give a fuck about anything except power

After realizing that, he also added another condition into the divorce papers which was “Myung Somi’s biological parents have no rights to the children, these rights include no claim to file charges against either party under their grandparent rights, babysitting, visitation, and showing up to their place of education, without Mr. Hyunjin Hwang’s explicit permission”

“Me and your mother are divorcing” The two boys were staring at one another, confused about what was just said to them since they’ve never heard anyone around them use that word

“Hyunjin you idiot, they obviously don’t know what that means” Somi rolled her eyes, looking at the two boys who thankfully looked more like their father rather than her “What your daddy means is that I won’t live here anymore and that it’ll only be you guys, him and your llama in the house”

Somi was trying her best to be loving, which clearly shocked the boys “So you’re leaving again?” Hyungmin titled his head when he asked his and Somi nodded, confirming his question “Oh so it’s going back to normal then, okay so when’s llama coming back I have to ask her something”

Hyungjae not understanding the situation but seeing that his brother was happy and talking about llama caused him to smile and celebrate, which shocked the two adults who were staring at one another

“I’m leaving for a long time, you guys won’t see me” The boys ignored her which made her roll her eyes and look at her soon to be ex husband “I told you the boys liked her better, just wait until they learn that they’ll get another sibling from their beloved llama”

Hyunjin shushed the woman, not wanting to get their hopes up about a baby from the woman who wasn’t answering his texts nor calls about the matter, but as he stared at his boys who were enjoying the idea of having their llama back, he knew that his heart would be complete the moment she came home

If she came home

“Okay so when are you leaving and when is llama going to be back” Hyungmin didn’t mean to be rude, but Somi couldn’t help but dramatically roll her eyes at her sons blantant dismissal

“She’ll be home soon, she loves all of you, and she misses you guys even more” Despiye talking to the two boys in front of her, her eyes looked at Hyunjin when she finished, reassuring him that she knew that Y/n still loved him

Hyunjin couldn’t help but laugh at his situation, his ex- wife was reassuring him about the mistress who he knocked up during their marriage, but he wouldn’t ask questions, it could’ve been so much worse but luck was finally in his favor

Now all his luck had to do now was bring the love of his life back to his kids, back to him, back home

୨୧ felix

Felix felt like an idiot

Correction, he was feeling the effects of his idiocy for how he treated Y/n the other night. Even though all he wanted to was apologize for telling her the news so abruptly, he knew that he shouldn’t, the moment that he saw her, he would fold, and he promised his wife to try to work on their relationship for the baby

But he couldn’t help but walk by the bustling cafe, attempting to catch glimpses of the owner, but always falling short because it seemed like Y/n hired someone to work the register, which meant she was spending her time in the kitchen, or in her office, and wether he wanted to admit it or not, it was his fault for the abrupt change

All in all the worst side effect of him breaking up with the woman was how Flora handled the news of never going back to Y/n’s cafe. Felix sat Flora down and told the five year old that they were no longer welcome to visit, and while Felix knew it was far from her fault that she couldn’t visit her favorite cafe, he knew that she was too young to know the truth, so he had to settle on telling the little girl a white lie

That white lie being that Y/n was mad at him and that they had to find a new cafe, and of course, Flora took the news awful, she screamed until her mother told her to shut up which also made Felix feel awful, he couldn’t stand the situation he put himself into

It was fully his fault to do things like this and now that he looked back at what Y/n said, she was right, Bitna was an awful mother to Flora and if the way she yelled at a five year old to shut up or else she would get hit was any indication, then trying to work things out with her would never work

Flora began sobbing, having never heard her mother yell at her in such an aggressive manner which seemed to anger the woman even more, because she grabbed her louis vuitton handbag, and stormed out with Felix’s keys to his benz

His eye twitched, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to work on the marriage anymore, and it seemed that the relationship was only furthering to deteriorate, he was beginning to feel the brunt of his actions, he was an idiot

“Flora come here baby” The girl screamed, yelling that she hated her father for getting banned from the cafe, running into her room and slamming the door, instead of his wife who would nag about their daughter being disrespectful, he sighed, leaving the girl alone because she had every reason to be upset with him, it was his fault after all

He walked into the living room, thankful it placed right in front of Flora’s door so that he could keep an eye on the girl for when she inevitably stormed out for lunch, but sighed for the umpteenth time, reaching for his phone to call his wife to ask her where she was, being honest he didn’t care about her, but the baby that she was carrying

Only for her to hang up and not answer his phone, it wasn’t uncommon for her to do this, hell she did this everytime she didn’t get her way, but Felix assumed that she would stop since he requested her too when she begged him to work on their relationship

“Fuck me” His fingers lingered over a photo, a selfie from a month back that captured his arm around Y/n as she held up Flora who was smiling with brownie batter caked on her face and teeth, it was taken after one of Flora’s recitals and as a lovely gesture, Y/n had decided to bake her a batch of “princess brownies” but before she could even deposit the batter in the tray Flora stuck her fingers in it

He wanted to cry, the more and more he told himself that he was doing the right thing, the more than he felt that he wasn’t, he missed Y/n and she definitely didn’t want to see him which should’ve made him happy, but it did the opposite

He should’ve listened, instead of trying to be the handy manny guy from Flora’s favorite show, and trying to fix a marriage that couldn’t be fixed, he should’ve been building a new one with Y/n, one that he alongside his daughter would be able to flourish in

A single tear fell past his eye and in mere seconds, it turned into full on crying, his life was ruined and it was his fault, his daughter hated him, his wife didn’t care about him, and the woman he loved probably hated him too, and there was nothing he could do about it

“Daddy i’m sorry, I don’t hate you I promise” The little girl pulled at her fathers hand, reminding him that he wasn’t in this alone and he had to take care of his daughter, the one girl, who still loved him at this point, Felix chuckled, wiping the dampness off his cheeks and embracing the five year old in his arms

“I love you Flora, daddy’s sorry, i’ll fix this don’t worry” The girl sat on his lap, staring at him with eyes so wide that he believed a galaxy could fit inside of them, in fact he would find a way to prove it if it meant that Flora would finally forgive him

“Why does mommy yell a lot, will she yell at the baby too?” Felix gasped, not expecting for his sardonic five year old to do a complete 180° “No Flora no, I promise you she’s just upset” Flora huffed, asking if she was always upset since she was always yelling and for the third time that day, he was having an epiphany, Bitna was an awful woman and the longer he stayed with her, the more his daughter hurt

Which was exactly what Y/n told him, his heart began to clench at the thought of his baby girl, and the same would only happen to their newest addition, so despite ruining his relationship over wanting to fix this one, he was going to end his marriage, all for all

“Well don’t tell her this, but she’s scary, she’s not like any of my friends mommies, I don’t like her” Flora hadn’t meant to hit Felix’s heart where it hurt, she was one of the reasons he wanted this marriage to work, but the more she spoke, the more than he knew that it needed to end, for the sake of her mental and the sake of how she wild perceive later relationships

…

“I want a divorce” Felix’s already deep voice seemed to be deeper as it was laced with animosity, shocking the woman who was laying on the couch, munching on a bag of corn flavored chips

“But why?” Felix rolled his eyes, mocking what Bitna said in a tone that was definitely not even close to hers, but it made his point clear, so he wouldn’t dwell on it either

“You’re literally so toxic Bitna, Flora doesn’t love you, she fears you and I don’t want her to deal with trauma that you caused, especially since it can be avoided all together”

Bitna stood up, angrily crossing her arms over her chest “I’m literally pregnant you’re divorcing me, how could you be so cruel” Felix sighed, running his hands though his long tresses of blonde locs, trying to calm his nerves

“Besides, if you’re seven months pregnant, why aren’t you showing, you were showing during your third month with Flora” Bitna scoffed, calling Felix an idiot for not considering the fact she was having an ectopic pregnancy and the baby wasn’t showing

“Where’s the ultrasound Bitna, show me proof that you’re pregnant or i’m calling the police to arrest you for trespassing” Felix knew he was bluffing, but Bitna did not and she immediately broke down, exclaiming that she was lying

Felix felt the possibility that it was true, but hearing it verbatim made it hurt ten times worse “Bitna you’re so disgusting, Y/n was right about you, of course you’d lie about being pregnant so that you could trap me into staying with you, did you forget about the fact that i’d find out eventually you dumbass?”

Bitna immediately dropped her act and accused Felix of stepping out of their marriage, for being the reason it was ruined but Felix clapped back, telling his soon to be ex-wife that the real reason their marriage was over was because of her, and how he and their daughter hated her

“So not only are you dumb enough to lose me, you’re losing her too, because I noticed you haven’t been to that fucking cafe at all recently, so what you gonna do? Stay alone for the rest of your pitiful old life?”

Felix chuckled, telling her to pack her shirt and sign to papers before he got the court involved and sued her for lying about her pregnancy just to trap him

The woman screamed, irate with anger at the idea of losing her golden ticket to never working, but Felix ignored her, thankful that Flora was in the master bedroom that was thankfully sound proofed

“So not only are you threatening me, you cheated on me, and you turned our daughter against me to favor her? Do you not know how fucked up that is?”

Felix shrugged, replying that manipulating him and acting like an asshole to their five year old daughter who did nothing but love the adults in her life, and the fact that she doesn’t love her own mother said a lot

“I don’t give a fuck Bitna, get the fuck out of my house, I can’t even stand to look at you, after you not only said that you would smack my five year old daughter, you lied to me and her about a baby, that’s disgusting”

Bitna ignored Felix, threatening to make him suffer if he ever left her, but the male couldn’t care less, this woman was actively manipulating his daughter and he wouldn’t stand for it, he refused to be negligent to his daughter

“You have an hour to get out of my house before I kick you out myself Choi Bitna, don’t talk to me any fucking more, we’re done and if you text me i’ll fill a restraining order against you for not only me, but Flora too”

Bitna screamed, throwing the vase that her mother gifted to the two as a wedding gift, scaring Felix as the glass shattered against the floor, Felix’s eyes widened with disbelief and Bitna called her mom, informing her of the situation

Not wanting to deal with her not any longer, he got her to leave her house, locking the door immediately after since all the keys were on the hooks in the living room, and since the cars were all under his name and he didn’t want her to do something that would ruin his credit, nor make him look bad

“Holy fuck, what would Y/n do” He couldn’t help but bottle up the scream inside him, not wanting to be heard raging from his neighbors, he held back tears as he picked up the glass shards, vacuuming up the rest

Felix felt awful, his heart shattered like the glass that was currently on his carpet

He would win Y/n back. He had to

୨୧ seungmin

Seungmin couldn’t help the sinking feeling that his heart felt everytime he looked at the house directly in front of his, but the sad part is that he had no one else to blame but himself

Thankfully his ex lover wasn’t as cruel to his son as he was to her, Minseok would still play at her house daily, but instead of the warmness that greeted him when he picked up his son, he was met but steely eyes and a door slam so shady that it sent multiple messages

But he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the fact that his four year old son had gotten closer to the woman of his affection, and he also couldn’t help but feel guilt, he had disrespected Y/n and she still treated his son with so much warm that it made him feel like Nari wasn’t the rightful mother of his son, despite being the one to give birth to him

Y/n had also still took care of Sunmi whenever he had to work, and when Seungmin texted her to ask why, the only response he received was “It’s not hard for some of us to separate the apple from the tree” and while it was so simple, it was so damning that he could barely think clearly

“Can we invite miss Y/n to my birthday party” Minseok was talking to his mother, but the woman had been so uninvolved that the name Y/n didn’t ring a bell, causing her to curse at her husband for letting their children go around other women

“Nari what the hell are you on, you know Y/n is the neighbor that watches our kids when you’re at home on your ass” Nari immediately halted in his rant, walking off as if she wasn’t just screaming at him, but forgetting to answer Minseok, who was now tearing up

“Listen Minnie bub, Y/n can come, and i’ll ask her for you today” Deep down, he knew that he was terrified to speak to his ex mistress, but it wasn't fear out of her saying no, it was the fear of her tearing into him and breaking his heart again, even though he had no reason to feel the way he did, but he had to do it for his son, he messed up a relationship with her, but he wasn’t going to mess up a relationship with a mother- like figure for his son

So being the loving father he was, he made his way over next door, slowly knocking on the door of the house who’s owner he became so accustomed with, the owner who’s arms he missed dearly

“Hey can we talk” Seungmin hadn’t expected Y/n to open the door, but when she did, he wasn’t surprised to find that she was trying to keep her one year old from crawling outside the door

“About” Seungmin winced, Y/n was a very vocal woman but the way she was icing him out didn’t feel good, not one bit “Minseok wants to know if you’ll be at his birthday?”

Y/n didn’t answer him, staring at him with steely eyes and a sigh, bending down to pick up the one year old who was screaming about wanting to be let outside “I love Minseok, he’s my baby, of course i’ll be there is that all?”

In his shock be began stuttering, not being able to speak which left Y/n slamming the door in his face, ending the conversation herself, and then Seungmin began to let it sink in

He really lost Y/n over protecting the woman who didn’t even care to remember the things he told him, and the more he thought about it, the more that he realized he broke up with the wrong woman

…

“Nari we need to talk” The woman was sleeping, not wanting to engage with anyone but the master bed and while Seungmin understood it, he didn’t see why she was always angry if she was sleeping and didn’t have to take care of his children when the neighbor was taking care of that aspect

“You see me sleeping, fuck we need to talk about” Nari sighed, sitting up in the bed, glaring at her husband who had a matching look

“I want divorce” Nari’s eyes widened as she questioned Seungmin as to what could change his mind, to which he shrugged, telling her to sign the papers or else

“You’ve been married three times and your divorcing the same amount, that means you’re the issue and if you can’t realize that then i’m sorry for your next wife” Seungmin didn’t want to let her know that her words affected her but they did and it was clear

“Oh my god there’s someone else isn’t it? What she wants to leave me? You’ll never make her happy, you don’t even know how to make a woman happy, cause if you did, your marriages would last longer than four years Kim”

The woman stormed over and grabbed the documents from the bewildered man who stood there staring at his soon to be ex wife with such contempt in his eyes that Nari couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic it all was

“You’re never going to love someone properly, you’ll end up alone” Seungmin scoffed saying that he was fine and he would have their kids to which she wagged his finger in dismissal

“You cheat on me and think you’re going to keep my kids I gave birth to? In no way in hell am I going to let you keep anything that came out of me, your new bitch isn’t going to raise my kids Seungmin, I won’t allow it”

Seungmin scoffed before starting up again “You don’t even interact with the kids, they won’t be happy with you and you know it” The woman shrugged, smirking before grabbing the pen from Seungmin’s work blazer

“Oh I do know it, but I know that you’ll be miserable without them, so it’s a lose-lose-lose situation for all of us” Seungmin was seething, he could see her being mad at him, but their kids did nothing to deserve this

“The kids don’t deserve this Nari, don’t do this to them please” Seungmin was sweating but Nari didn’t care, instead she laughed “You didn’t care about them when you were cheating on their mother now did you?” With a final look, she signed the papers, eyeing Seungmin up with ferocity

Nari chuckled, shaking her head as she got out of bed to grab the documents from the dresser, letting the oh so important papers dangle from her manicured hands much to Seungmin’s dismay but he wasn’t going to act out in a way that could grant her full custody

“Where are you going?” The woman smirked as she looked over her shoulder “Wouldn’t you want to know? But alas since i’m such a lovely person, i’ll tell you, i’m going to get a lawyer, you’re probably lawyered up with one of the best ones in the world since you work with them, but i’m smarter than you think Seungmin”

The woman finished putting her shoes on, humming as she walked over to her soon to be ex husband before pressing a menacing kiss below his ear, the place that soon became his favorite spot becasue of his mistress, the woman right across the street from his soon to be broken family

“May the best Kim win, i’ll make you regret leaving me Seungmin”

Sparky's ♡StrayKids Class♡ series

Hello ♡ I'm excited (and nervous) to announce the release of my new series! These are my current ideas and they may change in the future, so feel free to request anything, plot-wise! Thank you for being here ♡

Bang Chan

♡ Chan's Social Butterfly Class ♡

[You're a shy bean. Your boyfriend's not. What happens when you have your grad school orientation coming soon? Chan offers to help teach you some socializing skills - and it happens during sex because you're the best girl who listens so well while he fucks you.]

Lee Know

♡ Minho's Baking Class ♡

[Unlike your boyfriend, you're the worst in the kitchen. And the patience required for baking? That's also something you definitely have zero tolerance for. But what happens when Minho insists on teaching you how to bake? Or in other words, Minho teaches you about patience by incorporating hands-on baking activities while he has his cock in you.]

Changbin

♡ Changbin's Driving Class ♡

[You're a passenger princess. Always are, always will be. But due to your recent work relocation, you need to learn how to drive. Your friend Changbin is available and he's a fairly patient guy, so what bad thing could happen, right? Nothing bad at all, of course. Just a little out of the norm because this man bends you over the hood of the car and fucks you until you answer all his driving-related questions right. Nothing bad, right?]

Hyunjin

♡ Hyunjin's Painting Class ♡

[Hyunjin isn't the best at teaching. He's good at following instructions but teaching someone, even if it's on something he's good at, is a challenge. But when you come to him, all nervous and panicky because you somehow got tangled into a web of lies that you can paint, he can't say no, can he? And the best way to teach someone is to get to know them first, right? Hyunjin does that while he whispers the painting techniques he uses and models them with brushes of his fingertips on your body.]

Han Jisung

♡ Jisung's Cafe Hopping Class ♡

[Jisung is 50% homebody, 50% go-to-trendy-cafes-body. You, his best friend, is 99% a homebody and Jisung is determined to make you get out from your room and have some fresh air while also experiencing the art of cafe hopping. Somehow, the both of you end up in a sex cafe. You never thought you'd have Jisung's dick deep inside you, stretching you out, at a public place, nonetheless. But even if it's unplanned, participating is part of the class experience, no? Whether or not Jisung purposely brought you there is still up for debate.]

Felix

♡ Felix' MUA Class ♡

[You promised your mom you'd go on a blind date. Nervous, you ask your online friend to help with your makeup. What you didn't expect is for him to be your blind date. And what's more unexpected is that Felix has such a nice dick that you don't mind crying over and ruining your makeup as he fucks into you. In other words, Felix teaches you what to do and what to not do while having makeup on. And he prefers doing the things you shouldn't.]

Seungmin

♡ Seungmin's Creative Writing Class ♡

[You're the worst at writing. Public speaking is a piece of cake for you but writing - especially creative writing - is your biggest downfall. But there's this one compulsory creative writing class that you have to pass and the only person you can seek help from is your roomate, Seungmin. This is where you realise that Seungmin is a good teacher. He has his own methods - making you write and be descriptive about things that are happening to you. It just so happens that the things in question is him sinking his hard cock inside you.]

I.N

♡ I.N's Couture Class ♡

[Jeongin is the OOTD king. Everyone knows that. So, he's the perfect person to go to when you need help with your fashion choices. Being close friends, you don't mind him seeing you in your underwear. But as sweet as Jeongin is, he's still a man with needs and that is the moment when he teaches you both fashion and mindfulness. It's also when he teaches you which outfits to wear that's easier for him to just bend over and fuck you.]

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All fics are fictional and in no way are representations of Stray Kids. The fics will contain smut, so minors please DNI. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and appropriate warnings will be included in the notes. The author appreciates comments and feedback, so feel free to drop by and talk about the fics ♡

The Sleepwear Series

OT8, 8/8 completed

Masterlist

An 8 part anthology series of Stray Kids and their S/O's chaotic night time routines.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, fluff, more to be determined in specific chapters

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Bang Chan; steady streams

Sometimes, the dead of night is the only time you get him all for yourself.

Lee Minho; show, don't tell

He doesn't mind others looking, as long as it's not too closely.

Seo Changbin; left field

So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

Hwang Hyunjin; only lovers left alive

Fortunately, in this bedroom, no one else exists.

Han Jisung; start of the movie

Everything with him feels so fast, but so right.

Lee Felix; hershey kisses

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

Kim Seungmin; lay me down gently

No one understands him the way you do, and he can't help the things you make him feel.

Yang Jeongin; blue dream

At least he knows you're always thinking of him the way he thinks of you.

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shy reader who wants to give felix a blow job but can’t confess it. he teases for a bit but guides her into giving her first ever bj. i need this to go off the outfit he was wearing in the recent skz talker. tight black turtle neck lix.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

Felix’s slender fingers toy with the lens of his new camera, rotating two notches to the right as he brings it up to his face again.

“I dunno why it’s not zooming properly,” he says, his thick Australian accent sounding more prominent amidst his frustration. “It gets all blurry.”

You watch him curiously from where you’re sitting on the floor, your legs crossed as you scroll on your phone, chuckling softly at his attempts to snap another photo. Aim, rotate, click.

“See! This looks nothing like the ones I took yesterday.”

“Let me try,” you say, setting your phone down on the floor beside you and reaching a hand out. He places the camera in your two hands, resetting the knob back to its original position before loosening his grasp.

“Careful, it’s heavy”, Felix warns, watching closely as you bring it up to your own face and squeeze one eye shut. You point the camera up at him, and Felix holds out a peace sign while you snap a few photos of him.

“Cute,”‘you say, observing the photos and admiring the way his tight black turtleneck hugs his body so nicely.

“Let me see,” he replies with a smile, taking the camera from you and sitting on the wooden bench at the edge of your hotel bed to scroll through the photos.

When you turn to look up at him, you realize how close he is to you, his hips almost next to your face as his legs spread lazily on either side of him. His outfit is particularly distracting today, his toned abs peeking through a thin fitted black turtleneck, coupled nicely with a dark blue pair of jeans. When he leans back to rest his weight on one arm, his shirt lifts up a little bit, exposing a thin strip of skin above his waistband. He shifts a little bit in his spot, and your gaze skims over his crotch momentarily, the outline of his bulge visible through the sculpted jeans.

“These are nice,” he says, “but why does it only work when you do it?”

You swallow nervously, your mind admittedly wandering to places it shouldn’t be, as he sits here innocently indulging in his hobby beside you.

“I dunno,” you reply, averting his gaze briefly.

Felix takes notice of the change in your demeanor, furrowing his brows together as you turn your attention back to your phone.

“You can try again, if you want,” he offers, fearing you took offense to something he said.

“No, that’s okay,” you reply quietly, desperately scrolling through your social media in an attempt to look preoccupied.

“Seriously,” he says, now standing up from the bench to move in front of you. “You’re better than me, anyway. Have at it.”

You swallow nervously when you look up, well aware of the way his crotch is right in front of your face now, his jeans almost grazing your face as he towers over you. Felix looks down on you with a gentle smile, one hand reaching down to thread through your hair and tuck a strand of hair behind you ear.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

“Tell me,” Felix says again, now moving his other hand to tilt your chin up. Your eyes are wide, curious with lust now as his bulge hovers over you from this proximity.

You want to ask him- so badly, but you’re nervous about being so straightforward with him. He somehow looks so tantalizing today- the outline of his cock practically visible from every angle, his knit black turtleneck rising up to flaunt a subtle v-line whenever he holds up his camera. The simple, yet elegant outfit exudes sex, and you’re itching to see him underneath- or rather, to taste him.

Without uttering a word, you bring your chin forward just an inch, resting it just below his groin and staring up at him with silently pleading eyes. When he gasps a little, you press one small kiss to the bulge of his jeans, pulling away to gauge his reaction. Felix’s eyes look wide with curiosity, the little action already arousing him through his jeans, but surprising him nonetheless.

“If you’re trying to tease me, it’s working,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

You don’t respond, your eyes flickering down to his jeans and back to his face, hoping the action will signify what it is that you want so badly. He glances down at your expression, observing the way you now sit up on your knees, scanning his outfit from head to toe.

“Is it… that you want to have sex?” Felix inquires bluntly with a chuckle. His words ring somewhat true, but truthfully, you want to pleasure him. It’s something the two of you have never engaged in before, all of your sexually intimate moments always involving a bed, and having enough time to equally undress and finish together. The two of you aren’t partial to quick bouts of pleasure, but seeing him loom over you like this, you’re eager to try.

“I want… to taste you,” you say finally, heartbeat quickening the minute the words leave your lips.

Felix pauses in his tracks, finally understanding what you’re asking for, and then a smile grows on his face.

“You want to suck me off?” He says, a breathy laugh emitting from his lips as he speaks. “Is that what you’re so hot and bothered about?”

You nod sheepishly, still keeping your gaze on him as he looks down.

“Yeah?” Felix says, his fingers tangling in your scalp again and pushing your hair out of your face.

“You could’ve just asked,” he says in a teasing tone. “You don’t have to feel so embarrassed.” He sounds amused, almost dumbfounded at the proposal.

Your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as you begin to feel regretful for asking- it’s uncharacteristic of you to say it out loud like this, much less engage in an act that you’ve always felt seemed so degrading. But you still do want to, a little unsure of how to go about it.

“Hey,” Felix says, tilting your chin up to look at him. “I’ll guide you if you really want to do it, yeah?”

You nod up at him, relieved that he’s agreed to help walk you through it without you needing to ask him. He caresses your cheek lovingly with his thumb, snaking one hand down to undo his belt buckle, sliding it out of his belt loops in one quick motion and tossing it on the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, and you shift a little so that you’re sitting comfortably on your knees.

“Mhm,” you reply, waiting for his next instruction.

Felix unzips his jeans slowly, pulling them down so that they pool around his ankles, already visibly hard against his boxers. You’ve seen his cock plenty of times, but somehow, this being the first time you get to taste him, you’re admittedly a little nervous. You reach up to palm him gently over his boxers, earning a soft moan from him as he positions himself a little closer to you.

“You want to take them off?” Felix asks, cocking his head at the way you stare up at him with wide, lustful eyes. You nod up at him, your heartbeat quickening a little as he waits for you to proceed.

And in slow movements, you reach up to graze your fingers along his waistband, tugging over his now-hard bulge and freeing his erection. His cock swells against his abdomen, looking almost different to you from this new angle- his veiny length protrudes straight in front of you, the pink tip of his cock glistening with anticipation as you bring your face a little closer.

Felix smiles at your hesitation, bringing his own hand to the base of his cock and pumping gently over you as you watch in wonder. The same hand reaches out to your face, grazing your lips gently before cupping below your chin.

“Spit for me,” he orders, and you swirl your tongue around your mouth, gathering a generous wad of saliva between your lips before trickling a stream down into his hand.

Felix brings his hand back to his cock, laying his palm flat against the tip of his cock and coating himself generously in your spit before moving back down to the base.

He whimpers at the contact, doing his best to save the pleasurable parts for your mouth only.

You watch intently as he pumps himself a few more times again, his cock now glistening in saliva and making a light sloshing noise as he works his length. When he’s wet enough, involuntary whimpers escaping his lips with every stroke, he stops at the base again, looking down at you.

“You still okay to do this?” Felix asks, and you nod affirmatively.

His free hand finds its way to the back of your head, softly massaging your scalp in encouragement as he brings his cock to your lips.

“If you want to stop, just give me a little squeeze, okay?”

You nod again, blinking a few times as he now taps the pink tip of his cock against your lips. His flesh feels hypnotic against you, almost pleading for entrance as he trails a coat of your own saliva back onto your lips. You part your lips for him, holding eye contact, as he finally guides his cock inside your mouth and slides in with gentle movements. You wrap your lips around his girth, moaning softly around his cock as you feel him hit the back of your throat.

Tears prick your eyes at the sensation, and your mouth dribbles with drool, Felix using his thumb to wipe the corners of your mouth clean and tangle back in your hair. It’s your turn to grasp the base of his cock, holding him just firmly enough to steady yourself, and then you start moving. Your head bobs down his length, swirling your tongue generously around his tip, and then back up again, where your moans vibrate around him. You repeat the action a few times, Felix’s eyebrows arching up in pleasure as he takes in the filthy sight, his entire cock disappearing into your mouth with every move.

“Fuck, yeah baby just like that,” he breathes out, hardly even needing to guide you anymore. His hands steady themselves on the back of your head, where he pulls up your hair into a makeshift ponytail, caressing strands behind your ears and shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“Mmh-” you whimper around him, pulling back to his tip to utter something between drooly lips.

“I love it,” you breathe, trailing your wetted lips around the side of his shaft, where you press drooly little kisses along his flesh before taking him back into your mouth.

Felix feels like he could cum any minute at the sound of you, your lewd moans and sloshing noises as you work him so skillfully, the sight of your fucked-out face so needy for his cock instilling a pure state of euphoria in him. But he holds off, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, because he can tell you’re getting equally as pleasured by this, too. Beads of sweat form on Felix’s forehead as he looks down at you, his blonde tresses falling into his eyes and caressing the collar of his ebony turtleneck. His once put-together appearance looks completely disheveled now, face flushed a dark shade of red as he pants heavily over you.

“Ah- baby, will you touch my-”

You don’t have to hear him finish his request before obliging, reaching a hand up to caress his balls in your palm and massage them at the same time you work him in your mouth. Felix moans fervently at the sensation, a stream of drool dribbling from the corners of his lips too, as his breathing grows ragged with pleasure.

“God, you take me so well,” he breathes out, moving your face down his length and gently fucking your face with his hips. “You’re so good,” he says, shutting his eyes as he feels his cock pulsate between your lips, desperate for release now.

Your mascara is pooled below your eyes now, eyelashes fluttering up at him innocently as he fucks your face a little faster.

“Is this okay?” Felix asks, his voice coming out shaky. You nod with him in your mouth, pleased with the way he’s completely losing himself around you.

Felix throws his head back in bliss as he feels you swirl your tongue down his base, giving kitten licks to the underside of his shaft and his balls, before maneuvering to his tip again and showering him in wet, drooly kisses. He tastes a little salty, but the flavor is intoxicating on your tongue, a reminder that it’s your boyfriend fucking your mouth and filling your mouth remnants of him. Sucking him makes you hungrier for him, eager to watch his reactions with every move and feel him hit every inch of your throat.

You pull off of him entirely, releasing him with a gentle pop, and shooting him an amused smile when he looks down at you, almost trembling.

“Don’t stop,” Felix says, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as he guides your face close to him, silently begging to feel you around his length again. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, feeling confident in how you’ve taken the reins after having him guide you so sweetly.

You don’t deny him the pleasure for another second, trailing his aching tip over your lips and delivering little kisses before taking him in your mouth again, gagging lightly when he hits the back of your throat.

“Do it again,” Felix says, massaging the back of your head and guiding you even lower. “Gag on it for me, baby, yeah? Feels so fucking good when you do that.”

And you obey his commands, spit bubbling in the back of your throat and around your lips as you struggle to keep him inside, his tip almost brushing against your uvula and making you wince in brief discomfort. But you feel his abdomen contract once against you, his cock twitching in pleasure, and you can tell he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Felix says, pulling back a little to let you breathe.

“You want me to finish in your mouth? Or on your pretty face?”

You take him a bit deeper, answering his question by swirling your tongue around him once, earning a deep moan from him.

Felix grips your hair in both hands, holding it out of your face as he gives shallow thrusts.

“Gonna cum,” he says in between labored breaths, his eyes shut in pleasure.

And gives one more thrust, pulling out halfway to rest his hardened cock on your tongue as you moan around his girth, gasping lightly when you feel him shoot ropes of his milky white release all over your tongue. He lets out a series of moans as he does, reaching one hand up to the base of his cock to pump the remainder, a few remnants falling onto your lips and your cheek. You shut your eyes instinctively, smiling a little when you feel him finish on you, the sensation feeling simultaneously so filthy and delightful at the same time. Felix pulls out of you slowly, watching with hooded eyes as he slows his breaths and looks down at you.

“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, visibly concerned as you smack your lips together lightly and relish in the flavor of his arousal.

But somehow his words feel like encouragement, and you shudder a little as you slide your tongue to the back of your throat, swallowing his release with a loud gulping noise and wiping your chin clean.

Felix chuckles in disbelief, in awe at this new side of you he’s never experienced.

“Wow,” he breathes out, helping you off the floor and steadying your balance as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

He rubs his thumb across your cheek soothingly, leaning down to press a series of tender kisses to your still-wet lips as he smiles against you. Felix’s heartbeat steadies in rhythm with yours as you stay like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's warm embrace.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, holding you close. “You’re beautiful, and you drive me absolutely crazy.”

This is my second ever ask in my 10 years of having Tumblr so please let me know if I’m saying this wrong or if this is rude 😅 but please could you do a felix or chan incredibly insanely darkly jealous a lot of breeding kink and rutting and c8ck dumb reader 😮‍💨😅😅 pretty please

“UNDER THE INFLUENCE” L. F.

Awe well I am honored to be your second ask here on tumble. I think I'll take Felix on this one...give him a bit more love in my post stream..

{ MDNI }

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Today was not supposed to end like this. You had no intention of being in a room alone with him -especially while you both were ‘working’- but here you are. Trembling and writhing as Felix had his fill of you.

It was a miracle that your makeup wasn’t smudged; thankfully, your hair wasn’t too messed up from its original wet and wavy look. No matter how many times Felix ran his fingers through it or if you pressed your head against the thin walls as shrouds of ecstasy hit you, it stayed modestly neat.

One less giveaway of what the two of you were getting up to in his dressing room.

“Felix…F-Felix th-that’s enough….Ahm!” You groan as quietly as possible, trying hard to not let anyone outside the room hear how amazing it feels to have your cunt devoured like there was no tomorrow. The blonde completely ignored your demand, swirling his tongue in quicker circles around your clit before delving into your dripping entrance.

He’d been at it for the past ten minutes at least, never letting you pull your hips away from his oddly rough grip, keeping your legs wide open as you sat on the -previously organized- makeup vanity. You felt terrible about doing such inappropriate things with a man you swore you’d never met all day.

All fucking day.

You’d refused to admit that Felix was your significant other to make the photo shoot between you and a male model less awkward. A small sacrifice you were both used to driving to keep your relationship concealed and stable, but for one reason or another, Felix felt a simmering rage when he heard you deny your ties to them.

He hated it so much that he’d been less approachable and friendly for the better part of the day.

The staff noticed Felix’s change, whispering about how on edge he was on and off camera-cordial to everyone like always- but noticeably annoyed. You’d seen it too, very concerned he wasn’t feeling well and convinced just checking on him during the staff hour-long lunch break wouldn’t do any harm to anyone.

Everyone except you.

Felix was not above taking his growing frustrations out on you. The instant you shut his dressing room door, he’d covered you, hands preemptively inching the bodice of your silk skirt to touch your bare skin underneath as he placed one fiery kiss on your lips after another. “Stop letting him touch what’s mine, angel,” he whispers into your parted lips, drinking in the immediate whimpers you let out in return.

“You can’t be serious, Lix. More than half of the shoot requires us to “

He rolled his eyes, smirking in disbelief at your attempt to reason with him, “Does it look like I fucking care. Either keep his hands off you, or I’ll ensure it myself.” The rare sight of anger adorned Felix’s gentle features, voice a rumbling whisper, and the combination propelled you into subspace within seconds. He was never this openly possessive. He’d pout or sulk if you didn’t give him attention occasionally, but this…

This was new.

It made you nervous under his gaze, rendering you speechless as he hugged you close, lips reconnecting to your own in another sequence of tender kisses as he walked you backward into the vanity. Your exposed back hit the mirror with a soft ‘thud’ and you flinched away from it. Felix brought you close to him, letting his warmth resolve your shivering and trailing his hands over the intricate details of your artistic bralette.

You pulled away, smiling proudly as Felix took a moment to admire your decorated breasts, eyes darkening with desire as you leaned back with a knowing smile on your face. “Like what you see, Liz?” You tease him, giggling softly as you turn your head to look at him through the reflection. He nods slowly, tongue poking one of his cheeks as he snakes an arm around your waist, closing the tiny gap between you two and effectively spreading your legs to frame his waist.

“You know I do, angel. Always will…” he mutters adoringly, placing a trail of heated kisses along your neck, shoulder, and finally, the curve of your breasts. He groaned in displeasure as he realized the material was intricately clasped, making it a hassle to remove and one less place on your body for him to play with.

Felix solves the dilemma quickly, licking a long stripe over each one before nipping at your skin until barely visible bruises are raised on your skin. Your face burned hot, lust seeping to panic as he marked what he knew to be his, and though it felt amazing, you knew he was inching you both towards exposure.

“Lix, please don’t…they’ll see those…mm,” you bit back a moan as he made another affliction, purposefully making it noticeable. You flinched against him, hands flying to claw into his shoulders, “That’s enough…” you moaned into his ear. The demand lost its edge as it slipped off your tongue, concern becoming a blur as Felix tangled a hand in your hair, pulling it so you had no choice but to let him stain your skin with as many love bites as he pleased.

Your brows knitted together as each one became more intense than the last, the arm around your waist holding you flush against him, adding to the mind-numbing pleasure he was inducing.

You tried one last time to reason with him, stuck in thralls of heat and logical thinking, “Felix…th-“

He cut you off immediately, devoid of any sympathy for your plight, and his authoritative tone made that abundantly clear.

“I don’t care,” he retorts, and you whine in response, “..But I do.”

Felix laughed dryly, inwardly amused by your signature pout but unsympathetic with your reasoning. “You shouldn’t,” he replies softly, bringing his hands to caress your face. You stared up at him lovingly, leering into his touch as he pecked your lips, the subtle hums of approval thundering in his chest, building the pool of heat in your core.

“I know, Lix….” You murmur into the kiss, feeling his hands drop to your thighs, giving them light-handed squeezes. You subconsciously roll your hips to get his touch closer to your dripping cunt. He smiles against your lips, chuckling at your eagerness and immediately giving in to you.

“Desperate little angel, aren’t we?” He teased you, discreetly slipping the many rings off his fingers as you nodded your head and let out a breathless “mhm” in response. Felix shifted your silky skirt to the side, draping the fabric off of your legs as he cupped your mound with one hand. He bit his plush bottom lip as your hips bucked into his hold. A sheer thong was the only thing keeping your soaked folds away from him, and he remedied the obstacle by pulling it to the side.

“Fuck…” you hiss as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, slick going ice cold as Felix prodded to skilled fingers past your entrance. “It’s a miracle you don’t have cum running down your leg, love. It must be so hard walking around this wet for me, yeah?” His voice carried so much weight, doubling down on your own pleasure as he fingered you at the slowest pace possible.

You were at a loss for words, thoughts, or any coherent reaction as he curled his fingers forward to hit your sweet spot. Felix wanted a verbal answer, not just the satisfying gratification your moans brought him, “Need to hear you, angel..or I’ll stop.” You shake your head in displeasure, blushing heavily as you rush a reply, words slurring into excited whimpers.

“Y-yes…s-Ahm….fuck Lix…y-yes you’re right….”

“Good girl…” he whispers, pumping his fingers faster and pressing your clit with the pad of his thumb. You yelp quietly, whining curses as a familiar tightening ramped up in your stomach, and you clenched around his fingers as a result.

Felix groaned vicariously, smirking wildly before withdrawing his hand. “N-no! Lix, please!” You nearly shout in agony at the loss of fullness, ready to cry as he drops to his knees, faking a frown as he comes face to face with your glittering core. “You’re being awfully loud for someone who doesn’t want to get caught, love.” His warm breath fans the slick entrance as he speaks, putting you in a daze that intensifies when he flicks his tongue against you.

“Don’t care anymore…jus’ wanna cum,” you mewl as he focuses on the task at hand, finding the rhythm to taste you with his tongue perfectly and urging you to cum in his mouth with every deliberate action.

His blonde hair tickled your thighs, low moans sending vibrations through you in waves and heightening the toll your climax took on you.

Felix refused to stop until your cunt was all he’d be able to savor for the rest of the day. You nearly fell forward on him in a state of elated exhaustion as he stood back up and kissed you deeply. Your eyes slid shut as the creaminess of your release and his spit seeped down your throat, a wanton moan spilling from you both as his tongue danced with yours, and your hands traveled up to grip his hair.

“Careful…” he grunts, the sound giving way to an altered whine. You pull the blonde strands harder, lips connecting to his jawline and making your own mark on his tan skin. He reaches for his belt, glad his outfit wasn’t nearly as complicated as your own, and a sigh of relief comes out as a sharp exhale through his nose the moment his cock springs free.

You smile against his skin, eyes trailing down to get a view of it, “You’re such a hypocrite,” you taunt him. Amused to see how affected Felix was by the mere thought of another man laying his hands on you.

He groans, muttering a semblance of disagreeable words before shoving you back with gentle force. The conjoined feeling of the cold mirror hitting your heated skin and the instantaneous contact of his throbbing shaft gliding up and down your glittery folds has your back arching as ripples of pleasure course through you.

Felix drops his head to the crook of your neck, a few strands of his hair ghosting your skin as he places featherlight kisses. “Lix..” you mumble lowly, unable to think straight as he breathes in your scent, his hands grazing down your spine as he does.

“Promise me he won’t touch you again,” he whispers in your ear, his hips pausing, the tip of his cock inching into you ever so slightly. You whined loudly, head lulling back as your brows furrowed in frustration, one hand slipping from his tousled hair to clasp around his throat. Every breath he took raised his Adam’s apple, your thumb gingerly baring down the muscle as you shook your head slowly.

“I can’t..please don’t make me,” you plead for a compromise, but Felix disregards the refusal, pushing into your cunt inch by inch, torturing the both of you with the long-awaited security your fluttering walls would impose on him. “Yes, yes you can…you will. Promise me, sweetheart. Open your pretty mouth and swear to me that you’re all mine..” Felix shifted between pleading and demanding, eyes flickering from your expression of pure ecstasy as he sunk all the way into you to the space where you two connected.

A train of thought no longer existed for you as he pulled out slowly, slamming back so harshly that the vanity quivered from the subtle force. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling in earnest bewilderment the rougher Felix got. “Fucking answer me…,” he groans, burying his cock in you, and refusing to move until you stuttered out a response.

Work be dammed. Telling some random guy to keep his hands to himself for the next few hours paled in comparison to your need to cum….and was honestly a task you’d do whether Felix was coercing it out of you or not.

So, as much as you cared for professionalism…it’d have to take a backseat to whatever emotion he was dragging you into now.

“I. I promise it won’t happen again…I promise, Lix…” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, past the point of modesty and clinging to Felix for dear life as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Your chest pressed into his, the intricate details on your bra chilling his burning skin and prompting him to hold you there with an arm snaking around your waist.

He fisted the sheer material of your skirt, almost ripping through it as he tugged it higher, nails digging into your skin possessively, and you winced in pain as he brought his lips to your ear again. “Hm, does it hurt, angel?” He asks, feigning concern, and the contrast of the sweet gesture amid brutality made your head spin endlessly. “Y-yes,” you huffed as a moan built in your throat, quickly slipping out as he shifted one of your legs up and around his lean waist. The adjusted angle drew a surprised cry from you, cunt gripping every ride and vein of his cock as he took advantage of the position. He was bruising your sweet spot with an intensity and speed you’d never experienced before.

Felix was generally endearingly romantic and rarely this aggressive with you. Seeing, well, witnessing this side of his character was an edge for you on its own.

You were surprised that you managed to hold out this long without cumming and even more taken aback by the steady stream of arousal pooling on the vanity beneath you. Felix noticed it too, cock twitching inside you as pride flooded his system, “You’re making such a mess, pretty girl… does it feel that good?” He grinned triumphantly when you nodded without hesitation, hips rolling to meet his thrusts at an even pace for as long as possible.

“Gorgeous, so…fucking gorgeous..” he praises your every reaction, running a hand down the expanse of your torso, stopping to press down where you could feel his cock the most. You blushed as the applied pressure emphasized exactly where Felix was inside you.

The coil in your core teetered on the verge of snapping, your hands disappearing underneath the hem of his designer dress shirt, and your manicured nails scratched into his toned torso. The simple action caused Felix to buck his hips and wrap his free hand in your hair as he brought you into an open-mouthed kiss. It was sloppy, void of any decency, as the both of you chased your high at the expense of the other.

You clawed at his skin, moaning louder as the knot in your stomach begged to loosen for the third time in a row. He stared into your dreamy gaze, reading the warning in them as he held your head close to his.

Felix wanted nothing more than to etch this very moment into your mind for the rest of the day -your life. The thought of you walking around, filled to the brim with his cum as you posed for one picture after the next plagued his conscious, and undid the last link of reason for him.

“Fuck this,” he snapped, brows furrowing with determination as he pulled out of you, and slid you off the vanity to bend you forward on it instead. Thankfully, you caught yourself in time, too dazed to stop him from kicking your legs apart, and reentering you from behind. “Felix…” you groan exasperatedly, shuddering as his cock stretched your cunt with ease, causing a thin drip arousal to slide down your inner thighs.

The blonde leaned over you, a hand resting on the curve of your back as he returned to his pace from earlier. Sweat starts to build on his tan skin, a concentrated expression adorning his angelic features as he pounded into you.

Blank.

Your mind was entirely blank the longer he bullied his cock against your sensitive womb and the tension mounting in your body multiples exponentially as he lowered himself to speak in your ear lowly.

“This is where you belong, angel. Just like this, with me, an no one else understand?”

You nodded weakly, fighting back tears as the urge to cum from the sound of his voice tempted you.

It’d only take one more possessive word from him -paired with that salacious smile on his face- to unravel you. Felix was at his end, too, eyes sliding close as the precision of his thirst became a tenuous blur.

“You think he’d use you this well, love?” He slurs the question, unintentionally pulling your hair as he snaps his hips harder. “No…”you sigh deliriously, reaching a hand to run through his hair and bring him in for a heated kiss, while the other latched against the mirror to hold you steady under his weight as the knot in your core spiraled loose.

“That’s it….angel, fuck, you feel so good…” Felix doesn’t even try to be discreet, zoned in on the way your cunt gushes on his cock, greedily taking the hot ropes of cum he releases. Oxygen alludes to you for a few seconds, an overbearing heat rushing through you and your body quivering in the aftershock.

You looked divine. Unreal even. That pleased smile on your lips as you giggled shamelessly only added to the glow you emitted in your shared highs.

“He won’t touch me again, Lix..” you panted softly, smiling more expansive as you clung to him tiredly and laid your head on his shoulder.

He understood then. Why he’d felt so stricken with jealousy over you the whole day. Yes, he loved you, but the underlying notion that no one else knew it angered him.

What good would it do him not to try and claim you, at least? If fucking you into the bliss of oblivion was what needed to be done….he could make that sacrifice.

Felix kissed the top of your head, grinning as you whined defeatedly as he shifted his hips to settle his cock further into you, “See, that wasn’t so hard to agree to, now was it, love?”

You pout, raising your head to glare at him playfully, “No….but now the stylists will have to cover me in two layers of foundation!”

Felix raised a brow, gently rolling his hips into again, and you melted underneath him at the overstimulation. “Who said we were done, angel?” He asks, smiling at your fucked out reflection shifting to a look of desperation. You opened your mouth to say something but the words died in your throat, replaced by a broken moan as he gradually pumped his length past your tender walls, spreading his cum over them, and edging you both to another round.

This was not how your day was supposed to go, but there was no fight left in you, and certainly not enough left to refuse being stuffed full with Felix’s cum for the next thirty minutes.

Felix chuckled at the sight of you accepting your fate, subconsciously rocking your hips back to meet his, and welcoming the oncoming warmth of his accumulating releases.

Maybe making him jealous could be your new favorite hobby….

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This one was fun. I'm kind of proud of how it came out too....my editing is getting better hehe.

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Credits to owner 🖤 FYI if I met him and he made a joke I’d start laughing the same way zendaya was cracking up everytime Tom holland opened his mouth….i mean how else am I gonna convince Felix he’s my soulmate lmao 🖤