Jisung Using Your Body To Feel Good Just Like You've Asked Him To

<33 My bias is Seungmin

Ult group + bias? <3 Why? ☺️🌺

Oh no this is too hard to choose xD

I'm still relatively new to kpop (about 3-4 years) and I think right now Stray Kids is definitely winning. It started out with EXO and BTS, and don't get me wrong, I still love them very much so but there's something about SKZ that makes you want to keep coming back. I just feel like I can relate to their songs more and please the rap line is :chefskiss:

As for bias....ugh...too hard to choose xD I keep thinking Hyunjin has me in a grip but then I get the other ot8 men fighting for attention that I just give up. 😂😂 can I just say all?

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This was scarily similar to what happened in my relationship just a few months ago. Wahh you write so well! Your depictions of emotion are right on the money🥹

— push, pull

pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, established relationship. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 3.1k

a/n: specific is good, helps me figure out what you want! hope this is somewhat what you were looking for! i went maybe a bit heavy on the angst lmao also sorry for being so late, couldn’t post for a few weeks.

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currently thinking about seungmin using a vibrator on you while you’re both trying to study to test your concentration, then punishing you when you can’t stay focused

no bc this is all that's in my head rn?? @chvnnie where you at bestie (also @starlostseungmin hi this is your bias control him)

[minors dni, smut includes teasing, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, mean dom!minnie, etc etc] words — 472.

seungmin's hand rests on your thigh, just a small touch bringing you to the edge already. his thumb rubbing small patterns to your skin when he hikes up the hem of your shorts. "concentrate, baby," was all he said, getting back to his own study material, his other hand flipping through the pages of the book in front of him.

"min, i am concentrating," you huff, making an attempt to remove his hand from your thigh. "you're the one that can't stop touching me."

seungmin's fingers are on your shoulder in a second, his fingers slowly extending up, curling lightly at the back of your neck to pull you closer. "talk back to me, and i'll make sure you don't come, okay?" he smirks when a whine leaves your throat, the way you squirm in your seat making him want to tease you even more than he already was. "concentrate and i'll let you come on that stupid vibrator you bought," he continues, removing his hand to reach for his phone.

seungmin wasn't the type to check his phone while he studied, expect maybe if he wanted to listen to some music, or to text you. but you were right next to him, and he didn't need it, unless he was actually planning on teasing you with the app controlling the same "stupid vibrator" that sat snug inside your pussy, the number of times you but back moans when you clenched around it, thinking it to be your boyfriend's cock.

now when seungmin said something, he actually would do it — like in this case — making you come multiple times with the help of only the vibrator, and that's it. this was one way of trying to get you to study. the only kind of *motivation" seungmin thought of. because this was his way of punishing you, of showing you, that this is what you'd get if you didn't listen to him while you studied.

"desperate little baby, aren't you? especially when you're so weak with that useless thing in your cunt. does it make you feel as good as my dick? does it make you cum as much as i do? i don't think so, doll."

"no, minnie…" you buck your hips into nothing, the chair moving along with the movement of your body.

"and yet, you rely on it when im not here," seungmin tuts, resting his head on his arm as he watches your facial expressions. "yet you rely on fucking that thing, when you can easily call me, and have me make you feel weak with my words."

"m'sorry, minnie…please i wanna cum," you mewl, pleads leaving your lips as you feel yourself closer to your high, just as seungmin increases the speed of the vibrator on his phone.

"no baby, you're not coming until i say so. it's going to be your punishment for today hm? until you decide to behave, and maybe focus on what you're studying, you're not getting anything."

4 Times | Kim Seungmin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: This is a spin off of my wip that i posted. Seungmin knows it's wrong to jerk off to his best friend's girlfriend, but who's stopping him? Definitely not himself that's for sure.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: nudity, pornography?, public sex, masterbation, unprotected sex, fingering, cheating, multiple orgasms.

𝐀/𝐍: Hey! This took a much different route than i had in my head and it's still not even done but i thought you guys might like this!

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"Haah Jeongin, please" You whimper into his mouth, thighs shaking, not really knowing what you're begging for as his fingers plunge deeper into your needy hole. You were sure your professor had already marked you late, but with your boyfriend knuckles deep inside of you, you could care less.

To make up for this morning Jeongin insisted on dragging you straight to the football team's locker room to make you cum. He sat you on a bench and you slumped into the lockers behind you. "You're so fucking tight around my fingers angel. Does the thrill of getting your hole filled in the locker room turn you on?" He chuckled and thrusted his fingers impossibly deeper into you as you let out a particularly loud moan at his words. "Yes! Please babe I'm gonna cum.. L-let me? Please!" You pleaded as prettily as you could manage. You know your begging worked when Jeongin brought his lips to your clit and curled his fingers inside your messy pussy once more.

"Mhmm cum all over my fingers babe, I wanna taste it" But you were already cumming and your boyfriend didn't slow his ministrations on you until you were squirting on his fingers all over again. Your thighs shook and you gripped Jeongjns wrist as you made a mess of the locker room floor.

"You're way too good at that Jeongin." You whined to him and tangled both of your hands into his messy blonde hair. He hummed out a groan into your pussy and squeezed your thighs, lapping up all the cum remaining in and on you. He stood to give you a messy kiss and to pull your shorts back up along with your soaked panties. "Look at the mess you made, Beautiful. Always so good for me."

You didn't get to bask in the after waves of your orgasm for long though.

"I guess now's a good time to come out and say i heard most of that. Ugly shirt btw y/n." Seungmin laughs and sends a wink your way as he steps out of the shower area, his hair still wet and over his eyes.

Your eyes widen in shock as you realized Seungmin must have been in the showers. And your boyfriend just giggled lightly and shook his head, clearly unphased by any of this.

"Fuck you seungmin." You mutter as you grab Jeongins arm and basically hide your face in his armpit.

"I totally would pretty, but it seems jeongin made a mess out of you already" He motions at the pool of your arousal on the concrete floor and both boys giggle. You were absolutely not sticking around for this.

"Bye Jeongin!" You shout, interrupting them, as you make your way towards the door.

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As you're walking to class seungmin's words linger in your brain. "Ugly shirt btw y/n." To be honest you were never sure how Seungmin felt about you.

He always made comments about what you were wearing, how much you eat, what you liked to do. Anything he could point out to make a backhanded comment he would. He didn't act like an ass when you were first introduced but he must of had a change of heart you figured.

Even though he acted like this he still openly considered you one of his best friends and you considered him your only friend besides your boyfriend and roomate. Maybe he thought he was funny. But you're sensitive sometimes and it hurts your feelings.

You made a quick pitstop to the restroom to change into a different shirt. Once you slipped another shirt on you did a once over in the mirror and fixed the strand of hair that was sticking up. You left the bathroom dreading your next classes.

They were all with seungmin.

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Maybe you didn't know how seungmin felt about you but seungmin sure as hell did. Of course he did, he's been pinning over you for 6 months now. He knows it's fucked up wanting his best friends girlfriend but he couldn't help it. It was Jeongins fucking fault anyway.

6 months ago Seungmin was in his dorm alone, scrolling through Instagram when he got a notification from Jeongin. He figured he needed help with classwork like the idiot he was but when he opened his text he did not expect to see a video of you. Well, it wasn't just a video of you. It was a mirror video you sent to Jeongin and in this particular video you had only underwear on which you pulled to the side to reveal how soaked you were for your boyfriend while biting on your lip. You then inserted your middle finger into your heat moaning Jeongjn's name so prettily.

Seungmin had never heard moans as pretty as that and never thought he would. Just like you never thought for a second that it would end up being sent to seungmin's phone.

And seungmin didn't expect it to get send to him. He also didn't expect to get rock hard but that's not the point.

Stupid Innie

*Attachment sent*

She's so hot isnt she..

what the fuck is wrong w you does she even know you sent that to me?

Well of course she doesn't know

Dumbass now answer my question..

Yeah i guess she's hot or whatever. Fucking idiot istg.

To be quite honest seungmin wasn't annoyed at all that jeongin sent him that. In fact as soon as he seen a couple seconds of the video he saved it to his phone and stashed it in a private folder. From then on seungmin couldn't stop thinking about you and how it would feel to touch you.

On some late nights like yesterday, when he was alone and needy he would palm himself through his boxers until he was hard enough to take his cock out. He always got so hard watching you play with yourself. He would grip himself tight and stroke slow picking up his pace like he imagined you would, twisting his hand over his red, angry tip.

He would moan your name loud as his head fell back onto his headboard. He was so close. Every stroke of his cock felt so fucking amazing when he watched you. He needed you. Needed to feel that pretty pussy around him. Needed to show you how good you could feel with him under you.

"God" he sighed out along with a big puff of air, his eyes pressed tightly shut. He squeezed the base of his dick right before he was gonna cum, no way are you going to make him finish that fast. Instead he decided to slowy run his palm from his length to his stomach, and finally to his nipples. His own hand felt like fire gently licking his skin. Seungmin gasped, toes curling as he pinched his own nipple, sending another pang of arousal straight to his cock.

He wriggled in his sheets as he fought off the urge to wrap his hand around himself. Now he had his index and ring fingers in his mouth, whining as he was still tweaking his left nipple.

"Fuck y/n I'm so close to cumming please" He bucked his hips into his hand frantically when you moaned Jeongjn's name through the speaker. "S- so fucking hot baby fuck. Fuck!" He mewled out a string of curse words, body shaking as he shot his warm sticky cum all over his hand and stomach. He kept stroking his big cock with both hands for hours after that, edging himself to your video until he was a pathetic, writhing mess on his bed covered in his cum from multiple earth shattering orgasms.

"Mmm you're going to make me cum again, please it hurts, i want it so bad" He mumbles as he milks his last orgasm from his body, almost immediately falling asleep.

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"Hell nah! Fuck your boss you're going to that party!" Your roommate shouts at you while chopping carrots into sticks a bit too aggressively.

"I already told him I would work, Minho. I literally can't go" you sigh in exasperation as you lean onto the counter and top off your wine glass.

"You literally can go and you literally will go. Tell your boss you got sick." Minho continues talking with his hands which causes the knife to swing around in different swiping motions.

"JESUS MINHO PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN AND ILL GO! OH MY GOD WHY DID I LET YOU HOLD A KNIFE?" At this he slams the knife on the counter to grab your shoulders and hop off the ground like a bunny.

"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Wear something tight and slutty!!" he jumps as he talks making his words come out staggered and you chuckle at his drunken stupidity. Eventually you flick his forehead with a loud thwak! and push him away. Minho stumbles back into the fridge and gasps way too loudly. "You little-" Minho opts to chase you all the way to your room instead of finishing his sentence. Luckily your purpled haired roommate was way more tipsy than you from the drinks you shared. He tripped up the stairs giggling to himself as you slammed your bedroom door shut to start looking for something "tight and slutty" to wear.

After half an hour of tearing your closet to shreds you find something that matched Minhos description of what you should wear. Tight? Check. Slutty? (Only for jeongin of course) Check. Something cute underneath for jeongin when he rips the rest of your clothes off later? Absolutely.

Jeongin will love this. You think to yourself. You've given yourself a perfect opportunity to show up looking extra layable to surprise him. Once you finish your makeup and put your shoes on you descend the stairs looking for Minho only to realize he already left.

You glance at your phone for any kind of explanation to see he had already left you a voice message. You let yourself sink down into the living room couch to listen to the voice mail.

"HIII JISUNG CAME TO PICK ME UP" You hear giggling in the background and Minho hissing a not too quiet "SHHHHH" before cracking up in giggles himself. He continues "HAVE THAT SEUNGMO BOY PICK YOU UP. ALSO IM STAYING W JI TONIGHT DONT WAIT UP BUH BYE" more ear-piercing giggling and click.

"Damn that bunny faced bastard " you sighed as you dialed Seungmins number into your phone with sweaty palms. You really did not want to call him or be in the same car as him after how this morning shaked out, but it seems that Minho left you with no choice after begging you to go to the party.

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Seungmin did NOT want to pick you up after things went today. He has been an absolute mess from your shananigans this morning with jeongin. He's already came 3 times thinking about it and when you called him he was in the middle of trying for a 4th.

"Seungmin please please pick me up I'm begging you." You managed to pull your prettiest pleading voice. Seungmin noticed it was much like the one you used while begging jeongin to let you cum. Fuck. He was really struggling not to jerk his cock that was way too heavy in his hand.

"Y/n I- Fuck okay yeah I'll pick you up give me like 20 minutes."

After saying goodbye to you seungmin threw his phone onto his nightstand and grabbed his brown pillow from under his head. He placed the pillow under his length, lying on his tummy and sighed at the contact. As he began rutting his hips into his pillow he thought about your voice begging him to pick you up. Oh how cute and desperate you could sound when you really wanted something. Seungmin's breathing picked up when he thought of all the things he could give you if you asked for it. If you just asked for it.

"Mmmf- fuck!" He gripped the pillow and pressed it hard against himself. He buried his burning red face into the mattress, and imagined fucking you in his car.

Your pussy was so wet around his cock as he pounded you into the backseat. You blush and hide your face in embarrassment but moan load for seungmins cock. "Always so cute for me. Do you act this cute for your boyfriend hm?" He relishes in the way his hands look as he holds your plush thighs in place, your knees close to your head. "No Seungmin i promised only for you. Only cute for you" Your eyes squeeze shut from the intense feeling in your core. "God you're so warm. Make me feel so good y/n." With every rock of his hips the car would jostle back and forth ultimately letting everyone outside of it know how good he was fucking you. But that's if they couldn't already hear it.

He removes one hand from your thigh to give your clit a light smack making your body jerk up in search of more contact. A string of arousal connects his hand to your heat as he brings his fingers to your mouth. He wipes your own wetness aross your plush lips and plunges his fingers in.You moaned loudly and pleaded with Seungmin, fingers still stuffing your mouth. "Seungmin please please cum inside, I'm begging you."

"Shit shit shit Mmmf!" Seungmin rutted his hips roughly into his pillow a few more times before he sat up and shot his cum all over the mattress.

With his breathing still ragged and his body still shaking seungmin stripped his bedsheets and threw them to the side of the room. He can clean them later. Now he had to figure out how in the hell he was gonna last in the car with you after succeeding in cumming 4 times tonight. Why not make it 5 with you?

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I'm really nervous to post this because I'm not a writer. I read:')

Just a flex, i just got railed to skz oddinary album 3 times in a row🥱😮‍💨<3 I do recommend 😃🤝

I love this😩💪

sharing is caring | smut (rewritten)

important author's note : if any of you came from my old blog (well same user, but i accidentally, stupidly deleted everything), you would know that this was my most popular fic. now, i've re-written it and made it much better than before. i hope you'll all like this! :) i'm also changing up my templates a bit :0

pairing : (gamer)boyfriend!san x fem/afab reader (reader is specified to be jongho's age) ft. the rest of the members

smut : daddy kink, humiliation (but you're a masochist so you like it), penetrative sex, san's PACKING, dom/sub dynamics, consensual exhibitionism (through video call), sex on a gamer chair, heavy degradation, edging, multiple orgasms, biting, spit/cum play, creampie, manhandling, use of hitachi 'magic wand' vibrator, PURE FILTH.

summary : you two were freaky enough as is, but add to that by having sex on san's gaming chair and having all seven of his friends watch him pound your cunt. ♡ 5.43k words

smut under the cut, minors do not interact

Cold. You felt cold, all except for your backside. Pressed against your boyfriend, his thighs spreading yours open, warm in his tight embrace. Your hands were clutching the arms of his gaming chair, the constant cool air of the room making your legs shiver, and what was in between feeling sensitive, seeing that you wore nothing else under your skirt.

"Darling, it's a little rude to not greet our guests, right?" San purred into your ear, both of his hands playing with the ends of your terribly short skirt, threatening to expose what was underneath.

His lips hit the shell if your ear, the tip of his tongue licking your soft skin to tease your already timid nature.

"I'm sorry." you quickly apologized, your wavering eyes trying to look confidently towards the monitor. But, you couldn't help but stare at his keyboard and repeatedly blink as you spoke, "Hi."

You weren't usually this shy in front of San's best friends, primarily since you've known some of them for years, but any girl in your position, literally and figuratively, would feel exactly how you felt.

The fact you were wearing a tight-fitted shirt, a skirt that San loved fucking you in, no bra or underwear to be seen, and were sprawled out on San's lap—you had every right to feel sinfully aroused.

"Good girl," he responded with confidence laced into his voice, now one of his hands caressing up and down your bare thigh like he was petting you, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," you said quietly again, biting your bottom lip in nervousness. God, you wanted this, you agreed to this, but you couldn't help but feel timid during the actual occasion.

"Chin up, sweetheart. Let the boys see your pretty face."

"I—I can't." you admitted. San knew, and you knew he knew, that you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. You were visibly hot and bothered, and he could swear that you were already beginning to leak on his pants.

"Yes, you can. Come on, sweetie. They're all so, so eager to see how you look right now." his hand now tightened around your thigh as if to tell you 'don't be a brat,' and you understood well enough to obey.

Again, and with no answer this time, you didn't do as told. However, it was much too early for you to get punished, right? San would let this one slide, right? Wrong.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing you to look up to the screen. Your eyes widened, your breath stopped, cheeks slightly squished by your boyfriend's fingers as you made eye contact with every one of the boys. And every one of them had a shit-eating smirk on their faces as they looked at you.

"God, baby." San spoke in faux disappointment, "You were being such a good girl today, and now when it's the main event, you choose to be a brat? Are you asking to get punished?"

"No!" you interjected, turning your head just enough to look San in the eyes.

"No, what?" he raised both his eyebrows, taunting you through the strands of hair covering a bit of his face.

"No, daddy." you added, not believing yourself for forgetting to say that.

"Awe," San pouted his lips and furrowed his eyebrows to mock you, now grazing your cheek with the same fingers that gripped it just seconds ago, "So cute of you to assume that you decide when you get punished."

You breathed in, looking back at the screen with the push of his hand. You could somewhat see the appearance being shot by the webcam at the bottom left of the screen, showing both you and San clearly on display. You could see and feel how San was beginning to slightly touch your core, inching closer with every move, exposing more of you to the other seven men.

Soon enough, they would all be able to see how wet you were getting.

"Who's idea was it to have the Hitachi on-hand again?" San spoke, talking to his friends this time.

"Mine." Wooyoung replied, slightly raising his hand with pride as he pursed his lips in a smile. You weren't surprised by the slightest that it was his idea, knowing damn well from San that a lot of the sex advice he got was from Wooyoung.

"Thank you, Wooyoung." San started, "Now, because you thought of it, why don't you speak to my baby and tell her about what kind of punishment she'll be getting."

"I would love to." the grin still on his face. You could hear him roll forward with the chair he was sitting on, now laying his chin on one of his hands as he spoke to you, "Hi Y/N."

"H—hi." you greeted back, learning that it was better for you to speak than not speak at all.

"You look very, very pretty tonight, cutie." Wooyoung complimented, liking the doe-eyed look on your face, "Can I ask you something first before I tell you your punishment?"

"Sure." you nodded.

"Are you actually looking forward to having us watch you get fucked by Sannie?"

His question left you somewhat surprised, seeing that you had agreed to do this months ago and multiple times since then, to assure that everything was consensual. But it seemed that now it was actually happening; they all, including San, wanted to make sure that you enjoyed this.

In a way, it was a sweet gesture hidden in desire.

"Yes," you answered with only one word first. But before Wooyoung could speak again, you took in their consideration and realized you needed to be more vocal, "Yes. Very much so. I like this."

Your answer seemed to please them all, the atmosphere going from still to much more relaxed, much more sexual than before.

"I'm glad." Wooyoung paused before visibly checking you out once again, maybe for his own measures, "So, first, grab the Hitachi from the table before I give you any other commands."

"O—okay." you confirmed that you heard him, San also helping you lean forward to grab the vibrator from the table. "And then?"

"Patience, Y/N." his comment made you feel a little sheepish, having shown how eager you were. "Can I have San spread your legs a little wider so that we can see everything?"

You were, again, taken aback by the question but appreciated that he asked regardless. You nodded and said 'yes' once again, allowing yourself to melt more into San's body. Your hand gripped the Hitachi wand to not drop it, as your boyfriend adjusted his legs to spread yours more since he was under you.

Because of the movement, you were now on full display. Your aching pussy was now visible to the rest of the guys. There was no room for you to be shy anymore, not like before. The guys also felt the vulnerability you were experiencing, seeing that they were about to watch their friend's girlfriend get fucked.

"My, my~" another voice was now speaking, which you could easily recognize as Seonghwa's. "San was right. You look exceptional when you're turned on."

"Sannie.." you whined, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at him. You felt like punching him in the face for talking about you that way, but you couldn't necessarily deny that you found it hot.

However, the punching agenda was still considered when he smiled and said a meaningless 'oops, sorry.'

"He's not wrong, Y/N." Wooyoung said, "Now since you still need to get punished, set the wand on high."

"High?" you asked, not sure if you were hearing him right. The night had just started, and he immediately already wanted you to use the vibrator on high?

"Yes, place it against your tits first. They seem a little neglected, don't you think?" Wooyoung cocked his head to the side, making himself seem like the usual playful person you normally knew.

You expected that he would've made San do it for you, but having you do it to yourself while you're propped on your boyfriend like a display piece for a public audience felt humiliating.

Then again, this was supposed to be your punishment. And a little humiliation never scared you off.

With your dominant hand, you pressed it first against your clothed, right nipple. Your body reacted with a slight jolt, shaken by the sudden contact with the sex toy.

Undeniably so, the buds on your tits were already rather hardened because of how fitting the shirt was and the cold air, but having the vibrator touch you was a much more pleasurable sensation.

"A—ah~” you let out a small moan, but it was loud enough for the guys to catch.

"Move on to the other." you heard Yunho speak this time. You did as told and tried to subside your reaction following his words. Of course, it failed since they all could tell from your shut eyes and quivering figure that you were enjoying this.

"Good, you're already turning into the obedient slut I usually know." San commented, stimulating you further by kneading your breasts with both his hands.

"Now that you know what to expect," Wooyoung continued on, "Put it on your clit and keep it there until we tell you to stop."

This time, you used both hands to clutch the toy, inching it closer to your bare core that was tingling with excitement. The buzzing sound of the vibrator was intimidating, but that wasn't what you were afraid of. What they would decide for you to do with it was what scared you.

The second the silicone hit your pussy, you clenched around nothing and threw your head back against San's shoulder. An evident wail spilled past your lips, the pleasure of the vibrations immediately affecting your physical being.

"Feels good, baby?" San asked, knowing the obvious answer while still kneading your tits.

"Yes—shit." you swore, pressing the head of the wand more onto your clit. Usually, you would start with the lowest setting and gradually move to the highest to peak your orgasm, but having it immediately on high was a new feeling you had never experienced before.

Even San never set it instantly on high when he controlled it. Perhaps your boyfriend’s deviant cruelty wasn’t the worst, compared to what his friends seemed to have up their sleeves.

"You look so hot, Y/N." you could hear Jongho say this time, the one person you knew the longest out of the eight guys.

And for some reason, that made an evidently loud whimper come out of your throat, kneading and giving more friction between your clit and the vibrator.

Really, Jongho was the one to thank for your relationship. If he hadn't called San to pick him up that night, you wouldn't have met him. Perhaps sooner or later, since you were a good friend to Jongho. Though sooner was better than later.

You couldn't forget the look in San's eyes when he held out his hand for you to shake, the attractive beam that was his smile you adored, Jongho introducing him as 'Choi San,' his favorite (and only) Hyung from Namhae.

Frankly, you were stunned when San told you that Jongho was up for his crazy idea to have his friends watch him fuck you.

Unbeknownst to you, the reason why San wanted to do this wasn't that he tried to feed some fantasy he'd always had, but it was because of his bruised pride when his friends claimed that you seemed too “vanilla” to be able to follow his proclaimed, outwardly “kinky” self.

You weren't exactly "innocent" either, but you seemed like a saint compared to San and his sexual history. It was laughable, really, but not when you're already spilling sexual arousal all over your boyfriend's clothed crotch from the pleasure of the vibrator.

"You're such a fucking whore, already dripping onto daddy from just a few minutes of having your pretty cunt pleased." San taunted, now moving on from your breasts to hold open your faltering legs.

"I—It feels good." you conceded, "Feels really, really good daddy.”

"Glad to hear it, baby." Wooyoung cockily articulated, "You'll have to say when you're close, okay?"

"Okay." slightly breathless from the moans you had been letting out.

San could feel your back arching off his upper body, your nostrils letting out loud sighs from trying to reduce the volume of your laments, your hair slightly tickling his skin that wasn't covered by his shirt.

Your boyfriend always found you beautiful, whether when you were washing dishes with him and your hair was pinned up while your hands were covered with the thick pink rubber gloves.

Or whether it was when you dressed up for a date and you had makeup on that took almost an hour for you to do (which San knew took you a long time since you always put music on, and your 'jam sessions' always made it take longer).

But when you were under him in missionary, or even on top of him riding his cock, the expression you had contorted by bliss was his absolute favorite. He didn't care if your mascara smeared or if your hair clung to your forehead—he actually found it to make you look more beautiful as he fucked you raw, stretching your hole every time.

San was snapped back to reality from being mesmerized by your simple being when you stuttered out in the tone of voice he recognized all too well, "I'm close!"

"You wanna cum, angel?" Wooyoung asked, enjoying how you were writhing, and San had to physically keep you in place.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please~" you begged, the constant high setting making you lose your mind.

It was as if you could feel every nerve in your body reacting to the toy, making your mind feel hazy from the sensations. You let out a squeal when San put one of his hands atop yours, pushing the Hitachi further onto your clit, making you gasp aloud.

You could feel your wanton hole continuing to release your wet arousal, surely leaving a small stan on San’s crotch by now. A part of you felt embarrassed—humiliated from the way your body was subconsciously reacting, but that was the exact point of this punishment.

"Good..." he trailed, "Then, stop."

"Wha—what?" you asked, feeling genuinely high from the rapture.

"Stop." he repeated, now more stern than the first time. "Lift the wand off your pussy, turn it off, and set it down."

“Come on, sweetheart. Do as your told.” San tutted, despite pulling the vibrator out of your hands and turning it off, setting it back down on the table where it was before. Like he was ridiculing you.

You gulped, feeling more prone to the air conditioning’s breeze seeing that you were much more wet than before. Your now gleaming pussy was presented to the screen, your quivering eyes able to see its shine through the self-view because of the light reflecting off the drenching amount you had subconsciously produced.

“Your punishment’s not done yet, doll.” Yeosang piped up, his small grin showing the little canines he had. You always thought that he had pretty teeth, but seeing them this way reminded you that he wasn’t here as your friend today, but as another dominant.

“What … what else do I have to do?” you hesitatingly asked, twiddling with the ends of your shirt as San still kept your legs in place, spread upon like they all wanted.

“Hmm, it’s less about what you have to do, but rather more towards what you have to take.” Seonghwa quipped, the oldest man biting his tongue before continuing to speak again, “Right, Sannie?”

“That’s right~” your boyfriend cooed, placing his chin on your shoulder before laying a devastatingly sweet kiss on your neck, “Mingi, why don’t you do the honors of telling us what happens next?”

“My pleasure,” the man’s deep timbre evidently different than the rest, perhaps raising goosebumps on your skin from how attractive he sounded. Just like Wooyoung, he greeted you first, “Hello, pretty girl.”

“H—hi.” you responded, eyes locked on Mingi’s section of the screen, “Hi, Mingi.”

“Are you ready?” he waited for you to nod, which you did, “Great. So, what’s going to happen now is San’s going to finger that sinfully wet hole you call your cunt…”

His degrading comment making you clench around nothing, liking how his voice sounded as he continued to speak,

“But again, you won’t cum. You will not cum, and if you manage to obey our orders until your punishment is done, only then will San fuck that preciously tight hole of yours. Understood?”

“Will I get to cum then?” your question filled with actual concern, edging being your least favorite punishment to take.

“Of course. It’s only fair.”

You hated men sometimes, especially when they were so cocky about sex. However, you couldn’t give a solid argument when they were all already making you awfully flustered.

As you pursed your lips at Mingi’s words, absorbing the situation, San’s hot breath hit your ear once again. You could feel his lips moving from how close he was, soft and supple, juxtaposing the filth produced by his conscience.

“Keep that in mind, princess.” he chuckled, starting to circle your swollen clit from the vibrator, making you hitch, “Daddy and his friends are only going to let you cum if you can hold in your orgasm.”

“I… I can do it.” you didn’t know if you were telling yourself that or San, either way it was to reassure yourself that you could, in fact, do it.

“Okay~” without warning, at the end of the ‘okay’, he easily slipped two fingers into your previously empty pussy.

Using his ring and middle finger, San slowly began to teasingly move in and out of you, pleased by the whimpers coming out of your throat.

“You hear that?”

“H—hear what?” you cluelessly asked, not understanding what San was referencing to.

“This.”

Just as he said that, he repeatedly, and not so gently, moved his fingers in a come-hither motion, your special spot having been found easier than usual because of the vibrator use from before.

“Oh my—fuck.” you mewled, now understanding what he meant as your eyes slightly rolled back from the sudden bliss.

The squelching of your wet pussy was music to his ears, and to the seven other men eagerly watching, being one of his favorite sounds to hear whenever he fingered you. To say the least, Choi San was the closest thing you knew to a sexual deviant—an incubus.

“Don’t cum.” he commanded through gritted teeth.

“What a pretty pussy~” without looking, since you were too busy not being able to control your body’s trembling, you knew Hongjoong was the one making the compliment.

“It is, isn’t it?” San replied for you, his palm now being used to grind against your clit while still finger-fucking you, “And it’s all fucking mine. Who does this cunt belong to again, darling? I think you need to remind daddy.”

Little shit, you thought. If only this cocky asshole wasn’t such a good boyfriend who was the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Yours daddy!” you gasped out, unfortunately writhing as you badly needed to snap the knot in your abdomen, “A—all yours.”

“Don’t cum, sweetheart~” he reminded you once again, this time in a sing-songy tone that made you tense your jaw. “Ask nicely to daddy’s friends if you want me to stop. Or else I won’t stop at all and you’ll have to hold in your carnal desires.”

Swallowing the courage down your throat, you knew that would sound fucked out, but what did it matter anymore? Your orgasm and getting to have your boyfriend’s cock in you mattered more.

After all, you were Choi San’s personal slut.

“Pl—lease. I can’t handle thi—is anymore,” some of your words were elongated from a choked moan you tried to keep down, “Please, please I can’t handle daddy’s fingers any—any more. Can’t hold it in—ah—I’ll cum.”

“Awe, dollface, you can’t even get proper words out,” Seonghwa spoke, taunting you, “You really can’t take it anymore, huh? Can’t wait to get fucked stupid by your daddy?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck yes~” your pride now completely out the window.

“I think we should let her have Sannie now, don’t you all agree?” Wooyoung now asked, gleaming when the rest on screen nodded or simply smirked, “Alright, the agreement’s in your favor, angel.”

Purposefully slow, San pulled his fingers out of your pussy, making you squeeze around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You watched as he showed off his glistening hand to you and the screen, separating the two fingers that were just in you, causing you to see your own arousal stretch as it had coated his hand.

“Open.” San was referencing your mouth, which you understood immediately, seeing that you two had done something like this more than once.

Surrounding his fingers with your luscious lips, your sucking to get every drop off him was obnoxiously hot, making San smile as he silently thought ‘that’s my girl’.

As per usual, you kept the cum on your tongue. Turning your head slightly, one of your hands cupped San’s jaw as you batted your eyes, your mascara-painted lashes complimenting the faux innocence in them.

You stuck your tongue out, only a little bit, just enough for San to still be able to kiss you while sucking on it. As if collecting every bit, when he was done, he licked his lips and whispered to you,

“Always so sweet for me.”

A whispered, but still hearable “holy shit” came out of Jongho’s mouth, his eager eyes watching you both, amazed at the sheer raw and sexual connection that was being shown by the web cam.

“You want daddy’s cock, princess?” San asked once again, beginning to slightly buck up his hips, crotch still clothed and damp from your arousal.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Unzip me.” talking about his still zipped pants, which you quickly scrambled to smoothly undo with one hand, “Good girl, you can have it.”

With the same hand, you took his dick out, pleased by the bit of pre-cum that was clearly coating his tip, assuring you more, even with how agonizingly hard he already was, that San was having just as good of a time.

He was fully supporting your body, your other hand clutching onto one of the chair’s arms just incase. You took his hardened member and first rubbed against it, slicking it with your own cum like you were marking your rightful territory.

And after just a few pleasurable hits on your clit, you finally pulled back just enough to let the tip come in first, slowly, but in such a needy manner, sinking down San’s cock like you were dependent on it.

Like your pussy was molded and shaped for just his cock.

You let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling like you were getting the fill you needed since the start. San was stretching you open just enough to make the pain melt with pleasure, feeling good like it usually did.

“Stay right there for a second, darling.”

And before you could register what San meant by that, your shirt was getting pulled over your tits, rolled up to your chest to reveal the rest of your body.

“God, those must be nice to play with, huh San?” Yunho half-jokingly remarked, enjoying the sight of your bare breasts, visibly scanning your body as his friend’s cock was filling you to the brim.

“Oh, surely they’re the best.” San spoke as if you weren’t there, “Absolutely love fucking myself between them. You should let me do that more often, Y/N.”

“San.” you slightly scolded, clearly distracted by the cock inside you. You were a tad worn out from the denied orgasms, but having your boyfriend at least start to fuck you was sure as hell making you stay aware.

This was what you wanted from the start. Ever since the first denial.

“Okay, darling. Give daddy a minute.”

You could feel San move his grip elsewhere, shifting his hands to the back of your knees, bending your legs towards your body.

From the new angle, you could his hips pushing rougher than before, cock reaching deeper, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the change.

“Shit.” you swore, the profanity serving as a sign that you were liking the feeling, your own hands moving to your tits to hold them.

“You’re squeezing awfully tight around me, sweetheart. Missed daddy’s cock that much?” the cocky tone oozing out of San’s lips, but it wasn’t like he was wrong anyway.

Not wanting any more delay, surely only wanting to have him pound you mindless, the words flowed out of your mouth like a mantra for all eight of the men;

“Missed daddy’s cock so, so much. Can’t wait for you to fuck me stupid, until the only things I can think about are daddy and his friends watching me desperately cum.”

“Goddamn, you don’t even talk this dirty with just the two of us.” San spat, liking this new attitude of yours, “My girlfriend’s that much of a whore to only get like this when daddy’s friends are around, huh?”

“Mhm~” you teased back, pushing on whatever inches were left exposed of San’s cock into your pussy, lips pouted as you spoke to taunt him, “After all, isn’t that what daddy likes about me?”

“You know exactly what to say to rile me up, baby.” he admitted, holding you tighter, “You better hope you can walk tomorrow, slut.”

And before you could register his words, San’s hips acted for him, having his body go absolutely feral, bucking into you with his cock like it was the first time he ever had a feel of your pussy.

Quicker than expected, your mind grew blank, taking in the man’s pounding like you wanted, only thinking of the moments of when his cock was out of you, and when it came back in to hit your g-spot.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Deliciously devouring every inch of your hole, hitting just the edge of your cervix, and satisfyingly filling your walls.

The chair was creaking, making sounds just as much as the two of you were. Surely, the neighbors might complain again tomorrow, but you could blame it on one of your very aggressive sessions of ‘gameplay’.

“How the fuck is your cunt still so tight from the millions of times I’ve fucked you before, huh? Is your excitement to have my friends—shit,” cutting himself off from the pleasure, “To have my friends watch you making you do this?”

“Y—yes, m’such a cumslut.” you moaned, playing with the buds on your tits, adding to the intensity, “I like that daddy’s friends are watching me—fuck I wanna cum so bad.”

“You wanna cum?”

“So bad~” you whimpered, voice an octave higher from how it usually was.

“Grab the Hitachi.”

You did as told, leaning forward to take the toy from the table, where San had previously placed it.

“Turn it on high.”

“A—again?” you asked, clutching the object tightly, just a few centimeters away from your sopping cunt.

“What? Nervous we won’t let you cum again, sweetheart?” Hongjoong teased, making you slightly scoff.

“No. You promised I could.” your interjection putting a smirk on all of their faces.

“We didn’t say if you were allowed to stop cumming once you start though, princess.” San added, beginning to relentlessly fuck into you again, “Come on, put it on high and play with your clit while daddy fucks you.”

You nervously, still doing as told, switched the setting to high, the excessively loud and strong buzzing noise taking over your ears, paired with your boyfriend’s animalistic thrusting that was hard to concentrate with.

Already in a bliss, the second you placed the vibrator on you, you squeezed around San, causing him to chuckle and let out a swear from his own pleasure.

You were already close to cumming before, and it seemed that they all knew this would bring you even closer.

Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes unfocused from the sensations, tits and legs shaking from the overwhelming feelings. Though you didn’t notice, drool was beginning to make its way past the corner of your lips as your mind could only focus on the rhythmic bucking of San’s hips and the constant vibrations.

“You’re so pretty like that, baby.” Jongho complimented, “All fucked out and you haven’t even cum yet.”

“I—I want to!” you replied, implying your desire for your release.

“If you want to cum, you better say thank you to Jongho for calling you pretty. Don’t be rude, brat. I taught you better.”

“Holy sh—shit.” the words you spoke barely even sounding right at this point, slurred from the pure bliss of sex you were feeling, “Tha—ank you!”

“Good girl,” San managed to say, somewhat still keeping his composure. Surely, he was absolutely enjoying every inch of your pussy, getting wetter and tighter the closer you were to cumming, “God, you’re just getting closer and closer, aren’t you?”

“Please, can I cum? Please, please, plea—“

His command cut you off, but you were pleased by it. Finally taking in your pleads to consideration, after mocking and teasing you this whole time, San’s smiled with darkened eyes as he spoke directly into your ear,

“Cum.”

Barely gripping the Hitachi, your entire composure slipped when your toes curled, chest trembling as you clenched your jaw, a silent scream wanting to escape as your release took over your body.

However, as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, it took you only a few seconds to realize that San wasn’t stopping. That the wave you were feeling was only going to go over you a few more times until he wanted to stop.

San didn’t cum with you.

You were already starting to feel like you were in overdrive, having been denied orgasms and finally given one, the fact that he wasn’t stopping was making you more fucked out than you had anticipated.

And just as you were about to drop the Hitachi, your boyfriend sternly demanded from you once again,

“Drop that, and I won’t cum inside you.”

How dare he deny you of your favorite part? But that was exactly what he wanted you to think. What he wanted you to be motivated by to keep taking him, keeping that vibrator on you as well.

“T—too much. Too much.” you repeated, the nerves of your clit almost painfully reacting to the vibrator still being on you, even after your orgasm. You were swelling around San’s cock, your body not having even gotten over your first high.

“If it’s too much, say your safe word then, slut.” he taunted, knowing damn well you wouldn’t.

Knowing damn well, deep down, you were enjoying this so much you didn’t want the night to end.

“Fu—uck~” you mewled, almost like a cat in heat, drunk on his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, yeah? You want that?” you nodded at his words, “Of course you fucking want that. You want me to fill you to the brim, don’t you baby?”

“Fuck yes, yes!” you had to admit, adoring the feeling of whenever San came inside you, his cum painting the walls of your cunt like it was meant only for that.

“That’s right, that’s my good fucking angel.” he grunted, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy, but not weakening by any means, “Holy shit.”

With the last swear passing his lips, and a gasp coming out of yours, you both came at the same time, San even biting your shoulder (in the same place he usually did) as he released inside you.

Both of you took deep breaths, San’s a bit shakier than yours as you turned the Hitachi off, his hands now carefully letting your legs down. He pulled your skirt and shirt down for you, covering your bare body with the clothes again, as if it helped in any way (it did, you appreciated the gesture).

This time, you could see that the two of you almost looked normal in the personal camera view, as if a girlfriend was just sitting on a boyfriend’s lap, perhaps slightly sweaty.

In a post-coital tone of voice, cock still in you as if he had something up, he rolled the chair forward to come near the screen as he said;

“Sorry boys, seems like round two’s gonna happen offline.”

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the bed dips, and you feel your eyes slowly open. that’s when you know that chris is home.

he whispers your name softly, with a warm sense of waiting as though he expects a reply. you know he doesn’t, that by this time you’re normally fast asleep with no chance of waking up, but you take the time you have on the one night you are awake. “hello.” you call out, so quiet and dazed that if he didn’t catch it, you wouldn’t be surprised. however, he does, and you can practically hear the speed his head turns at.

your eyes are barely open, and you’re struggling to see a thing, but you can judge that he was mid-way through getting changed when you called out for him. silk-like and smooth, you know you’re right when he crouches down beside your body, hand shooting up to stroke the hair out of your face.

he treats you as though you’re a kitten: soothing, calm touches and strokes that make you curl into the comfort of his hands, desperate for the lazy scratch of his fingernails against your skin. like a magnet, your hand reaches for his body, meeting the cool surface of his bare chest. underneath your fingertips, you can almost feel the goosebumps rise, but you don’t stop tracing your hand across his body.

you bring it up to outline his collar bone, wrapping it around the side of his neck before meeting his nape and tenderly running your fingers through his hair. he must’ve showered at work, because you can feel the slight remaining dampness and the soft curls that’ve started to form. you love it—adore them, even—and he is well aware.

“are you getting in?” you ask, and if he can’t tell from the tone of your voice, you’re desperate for an answer of yes.

instead of answering in words, he walks to the other side of the bed and crawls into the cover, bringing a cool chill to meet your skin. the new presence under the quilt is familiar, and the comfort of his body being so close once again feels strangely euphoric. you’ve missed this. you’ve missed him.

rolling over, you face your body towards his, so you’re both on your sides. it’s strange; the lights are out and only the peak of moonlight from behind the curtains provides a brightness to the room, but you can still make out his every feature. his nose, his eyes, his lips. perhaps you’ve stared at him for too long, admired every inch of skin he has so well that your mind recognised it even in the dark. but knowing that, knowing him, brings the most shameless smile to your face. you’re lucky, you think, to have a love like you do—utterly sweet and saccharine like a maraschino cherry on top of a warm chocolate brownie. a love that feels like him.

the cool touch of his fingertips dips under your shirt, meeting your bare waist. gently, he draws them up and down, using one hand to create patterns on your skin and the other to bring you closer, pull you towards him. you wonder for a second whether he loves you like you love him, so unconditionally and selfishly and pure. but you don’t have to guess, or debate or worry, because with the word of his touch and the utter fondness in his eyes, he is telling you he loves you a million times over.

goodnight, you mouth, not daring to break the calm silence that has settled between the two of you. without trying, your eyes are closing, but you still manage to make out the way he whispers back the words to you, a hidden grin kept subtle on his lips. he reaches forward, pressing the softest kiss onto your forehead, and settles with you like that. one hand securely on your waist, as though he could lose you if it wasn’t there, and the other drawing none sense on your skin as he lulls you to sleep.

it’s silly, you think. he could be on the other side of the world, having not touched you for months—years, even—and he’d still never lose you. after all, you can’t be lost if your heart is forever in the palm of his hands.

Something about this dynamic makes me go absolutely insane:')

♡ promises with felix

↳ pairing: felix x reader ↳ word count: 2.3k ↳ genre: smut ↳ summary: you shouldn't make promises you can't keep aka felix wants his reward now ↳ warnings: smut [unprotected intercourse, use of a butt plug, mentions of pegging, creampie] ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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Don't make promises you can't keep, you tell yourself once more when your phone vibrates, the screen showing yet another text from your boyfriend.

Felix: when am i getting my part of the deal?

You kind of hate this deal you’ve made, mostly because you’ve played yourself like a fool with it. You thought you were being smart when you gave him the butt plug and asked him to wear it tonight when you hung out at his friends’ place.

“What’s in it for me?” Felix mumbled into the kiss, not even protesting about the toy.

“You get to come inside of me,” you offered so confidently. “How does that sound?”

You did it thinking the toy inside of him would make your boyfriend stutter and squirm, which would only turn you both on. But, instead of that happening, you’re the one squirming in your seat, pussy clenching around nothing at the texts Felix is sending you. That’s the thing—you should be the one in control now. In fact, you are the one in control, as per your initial agreement when entering the relationship.

Control is a fickle thing. When you first started having sex, you thought the one who fucks gets to set the tone and steer the whole thing, which was never you. Then, you suddenly realized that was kind of unfair and that you want to exert control, so you sought out guys who enjoyed letting go, who let you do whatever you wanted and make them beg.

That only happened twice before Felix, and he turned it all around for you. You’ve never seen someone be so snarky and in control while getting their ass rammed by a toy—no one but Felix. To him, letting you play with him, letting you finger and peg him, calling him your pretty baby were rewards, not punishments. He saw nothing emasculating about letting you fuck his ass or call him pretty. In fact, he loved it, which is what confused you so much.

You’ve never had a guy talk back to you while you fucked him, never had someone who sounded so in control while keeping their cheeks spread so you can push your strap further into their hole. But that always happened with Felix. You’d fuck him and ask him if it feels good, or something similar to that, even though it was clear he was feeling amazing—his cock would be hard and leaking, body twitching under yours, toes curling as he kept his knees in the air. So, you’d tease him about it, “Ah, you’re so hard... Must like being a slut for me.”

And yet, he’d chuckle and mutter in that low tone of his that got you going, “Feels perfect... Hard enough for you?” he’d look down at your hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Bet you want to feel it in you while you fuck me, huh? I’m sure you’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in once you’re done fucking me. I know you want me to fuck you just as hard as you’re doing me right now.”

And poof, any semblance of control would slip through your fingers, Felix leading conversation from then on, praising you for fucking him instead of you praising him for taking it so well.

You’re not sure why you thought tonight would be any different, though. The butt plug was a new thing—you wanted him to wear it in public and maybe squirm a bit. Yet, Felix was making you get wet and act awkward, so much that Jisung asked you if everything was fine.

You started it, though. Earlier, an hour into this hangout, you texted Felix, wanting to check how he was doing:

You: how does that butt plug feel in you, baby?

You thought you were doing something with it, that Felix would look at you with widened eyes and look away in shame, giggling with pink cheeks. To your misfortune, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

Felix: it feels good. not as good as your fingers in me, though

The second you read the text, you had to press your thighs together to alleviate the pressure bubbling between your legs. Fuck, he knew what to say to get you going. 

Getting to massage his prostate while jerking him off or sucking his dick was a favorite of yours, mostly because you got to see Felix fall apart. He always did it so readily too, never trying to spite you or be bratty. No, if you wanted him to beg and even cry, he would. He’d do anything to please, yet he also enjoyed teasing you.

He’s been texting you similar things since then, pausing for five or ten minutes, letting you relax and talk to people before telling you something nasty again, something that would get you going.

Felix: i bet it will feel so fucking good to fuck you with this thing inside me

Felix: i’ll give you such a big load, baby, i promise

Felix: that’s what you want, right? that’s why you promised me i’d get to do it here

After that text, Felix gives you a smirk that makes you clench your jaw and look away. You want him and you are sure people will notice if you keep looking at him like you are ready to devour him.

Felix: you want to feel me in you even after i pull out

Felix: you’re so dirty it’s hot

Felix: when are we doing it

The texts keep coming, and you tell yourself never to make a promise like this again. You rarely let Felix come inside of you, but that’s not the issue here. You’re on birth control, so you’re not afraid of pregnancy. You two are exclusive and clean, so you’re not worried about that either. It’s that you’re at Jisung’s place, surrounded by Felix’s friends, and you can’t just go to one of the rooms and fuck. You thought the idea was kind of hot back home when you made the deal, but now that you’re here, you’re worried someone’s gonna hear Felix fucking you stupid.

Yet, you promised, and he held up his end of the bargain, still is. At one point, your boyfriend walks over to you and sits down, hand wrapped around your shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling into it, “Can’t wait to feel you.”

“Can it wait until we get home?” you whisper back, hoping he’ll give up on the deal.

“Baby,” he whines into your ear, nose nudging your cheek, hot breath fanning your face and neck. “I’ve been so hard all this time, my underwear is all wet... Want to come in you so bad. Will you let me, hm? Want to have my cum in you?”

“God, Felix,” you grunt, even though your walls clamp around nothing in desperate need of him.

Twenty minutes later, Felix gets you to give in and go to the bathroom, following quickly behind.

You’re excited to have him but terrified of getting caught, so you mutter at him as soon as he locks the bathroom door, “You have to be quick, though.”

“Oh, I will,” Felix mumbles, the sinister chuckle telling you he’s got something in mind.

Before you know it, he’s turning you around, pushing your hips into the sink as his hands work on your zipper. The next second, your underwear and jeans are pushed down your thighs as Felix’s hand sneaks between your bodies and to your crotch, fingers immediately finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, I knew you were loving it,” Felix grunts, getting his cock out of his jeans with his other hand, but you can’t focus on that, not when he’s running his fingers across your slit, getting you even more worked up. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you say, knowing it can’t last long, knowing you can’t come this time, knowing there’s no time. If it were up to Felix, he’d eat you out to get a couple of orgasms out of you before he even puts his dick in, but his friends are in the other room, and he’s just getting his reward. “Just... Quick.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can be quick when I want to,” he says sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance, mouth pressing kisses into your neck. “I wanted to fuck you all night.”

“Does the toy feel good?” you ask him, even though you’re sure he’s ecstatic over it.

“Like I said, great but not as good as you.” With that, Felix pushes his cock into you fully, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The butt plug is applying pressure inside his ass while your walls are clenching around his cock, making him get weak in the knees instantly. “Fuck! Damn, this feels good.”

“What is it, baby, too much already?” you tease, even though you’re not immune to the feeling of his cock in you either, especially when he moves it so nicely, slowly fucking into you, letting you adjust. You're sure the double stimulation feels even better.

“Teasing, are we?” Felix asks with a cocked-up eyebrow and a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

The next second, he’s grabbing your leg and making you place your knee on the sink so he can enter you from a different angle, one that immediately gets you to arch your back into him. It's deep, and you weren't ready for him to start fucking you like this, not in Jisung’s bathroom, so you moan loudly, taken by surprise.

Realizing you forgot where you are makes Felix go even harder. “Yes, that’s right... Let me hear you... Love to hear how good I fuck you.”

“Almost as good as I fuck you,” you tease again, clenching around him on purpose, your hand flying down to play with your clit.

When Felix sees that, he tsks at you, swatting your hand away. “Baby, you have me for that,” he tells you as he spits on his fingers and moves them down to your clit, wet and ready to touch you. His other hand keeps your hip in place, fingers digging into the skin.

“Felix!” The second his glistening fingers make contact with your skin, you moan again, kicking your head back. It’s early in, but you’re already done for, and you want Felix to get you off.

His cock just slides right in and out every time, coated with your juices. You’ve been wet for hours now, imagining how good Felix feels with the toy inside of him, thinking about how much you wanted to finger him and suck him off while he moans and becomes putty in your hands.

It’s funny how he’s in control again, even though he’s the one with a toy in him. “Gonna come for me already?” he asks you as the fluttering of your walls gives you away, eyes staring into his reflection in the mirror, glued to the way his plush lips fall open as he moans into your ear. “My cock makes you feel that good?”

“Perfect,” you mumble, hand placed over his. You’re not helping him touch you—you just want to touch his hand and feel like you have some sort of control still. “Wish I could fuck you too.”

Felix snorts at that and starts moving his hips faster, slamming himself into you, your juices dripping down your inner thighs because of the way he pulls all the way out. It’s too much when paired with his nimble fingers on your clit.

“Be good and come for me now,” Felix hums in your ear gently, his voice in stark contrast with the sharp movements of his hips and hand. “I'll come right after you, and we can go back... You'll fuck me when we get home, I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” you grunt, face frowning as your body clenches, orgasm closing in.

“Like you?” Felix quips, smacking your clit, which doesn't do anything to ruin the moment—it only makes you hornier, if possible. By now, Felix's cock makes a wet sound every time it moves in and out, revealing how embarrassingly wet you are because you're fucking him in his friend's bathroom. “You will keep your promise, pretty, won't you?”

When you hum in response, Felix starts rubbing you again, this time applying more pressure. At the same time, he opts for pushing his cock deep inside of you and moving only a couple of inches back before plunging into you again, knowing he hits all the spots that feel good that way.

You notice beads of sweat along his hairline, one dripping down the side of his face, brows scrunched as he focuses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming—”

It's a quick but powerful orgasm, one that makes you grab the sink so you don't fall onto Felix. But, he doesn't stop even though he usually would have. Instead, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his frame and pumps his cock into you from behind. His thrusts are sharp and fast, grunts getting deeper, low voice struggling when calling your name.

“You're gonna fill it up for me, hm?” you ask sweetly, knowing how much Felix loves coming inside you. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes,” he keeps mumbling into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Unprompted, you reach back and grab his ass, giving it a light squeeze before finding the end of the toy that's sticking out of his hole a bit from all the thrusting he's been doing. “Oh, fuck, fuck! Baby, I, fu—aaah!”

With you pressing the butt plug into his ass, Felix releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm walls milking him dry, of you obediently taking his cum even though you're at Jisung’s, even though it will probably keep trickling out of you and onto your underwear, make you sticky and wet, remind you that Felix owns it.

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