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just one yesterday - lee felix

» summary: He‘d loved you more than anything. Where you couldn’t pick yourself up, he would do it for you and never ask for anything back. In your mind, you pictured him by your side forever. Until one day, he’s no longer there.

» pairing: lee felix x reader

» rating: pg-13

» genre: angst, best friends to strangers, soulmates

» warnings: unhappy ending

» words: 2,283

» part of the you're the one series...

“Still won’t wash it huh?” if it were anyone else, you’d assume they were judging you, but Felix never really did. He’d been your best friend for years, seen you at both your best and worst yet never expected anything out of you in return.

Sometimes you wondered if you weren’t doing enough, that he was putting in far more than you, but you’d always attempt to make up for it with sporadic movie nights and dinners if your part time job had paid a bit more generously than expected.

Felix never complained about it either. He loved you and you loved him, but there was something to be said about two people never being able to love each other equally.

“I just… don’t want to,” you take the jacket from his loose grip, and it falls almost violently into your arms from your pull. He just smiles, for he knows the story from the last winter the two of you endured in this cold town, the memory of Seungmin was now a few months old, yet sometimes still lingered like a fresh wound.

Felix is turned away from you now, focused on the game he’s playing on the TV whilst you’re left to do what you want. It’s usually like this. You go over to his apartment and he leaves you to roam as if this place is your own. A lot of what you own is here anyway, just like how his hoodie is currently thrown over your desk chair back at yours, and some of his notebooks and books are laid out over the bedroom floor from late night studying.

Your lives were deeply bound but you didn’t mind it. It was nice to always have someone there, even if not physically, what he’d left was your reminder of him.

“Let’s go out,” the game is paused, something you hadn’t realised until he spoke up with that familiar deep voice that anyone that met him even just once could pinpoint for its uniqueness.

“Go where?”

“Dinner? I can pay this time,” you’d paid last time, but oddly this offer didn’t sit well with you. Felix did pay for things, but he never verbalised it out-loud. His offers were usually unspoken, said with his behaviour rather than words.

Felix’s relationship and love for you was built heavily around how he acted, rather than what he said. If you were sad, he didn’t reassure you with overused sentences that anyone would say. He’d hug you, with hugs that were specifically his, he’d kiss your forehead with a lingering touch of his lips that were truly his, and no one could replace those gestures of reassurance.

Anyone could replace words.

“Alright, I’ll just change shirt,” agreeing with Felix was always easy. His smile was the problem and you were weak to it. It’s how he’d gained your friendship in the first place, with a grin and certain charm that you couldn’t say no to, even if that particular day had tested your patience.

Felix always knew his way in through any obstacle. It could be infuriating.

There’s no trace of snow left on the ground now that spring has hit, but the air is still cold and fresh and cuts your cheek with harshness that causes them to blush. Felix links his arm with yours and the two of you walk silently through occasional crowds of people before everyone disperses down separate, less busy streets.

“You ever see him again?”

“Nah, but I’m done looking. There’s nothing I can do. It’s okay,” and it is, so all you can hope is that Felix believes you.

“You’ll find someone anyway. I wouldn’t worry.”

“It’s not that I’m worried,” you’re just worried you’ll never feel that particular pull again.

“I mean, worst comes to worse you can always date me,” his words make you stop walking, tugging him back as a result. Felix looks down at you now, and you must look so incredibly lost for he laughs and ruffles through your hair, causing you to huff. You’d spent ages getting it to stay somewhat neat, clearly in vain, “I’m kidding. Don’t take me so seriously.”

Maybe you should listen. Maybe taking it seriously is your undoing, but it’s like his words cause something to snap, and suddenly Felix takes on a new meaning to you. It’s impressive, how one sentence can alter your entire view of a person, open your eyes to something else, whether positive or negative.

It’s crazy to you, how the very idea dangling in front of you, just out of reach, is presented to you by your best friend.

And it’s crazy to you how quickly you want to jump into that notion, the idea that maybe you and Felix should.

Dinner isn’t awkward, but it’s new. You’d eaten dinner with him so often, but suddenly you’re so self aware of how you eat, what you order, how you behave. It’s never happened before, and Felix isn’t blind to it either, “you’re acting weird.”

“Am I?” the young man before you has always been attractive. You knew that with the way he’d turn heads on the street or with the amount of valentines cards that fell out of his locker when he was younger, but to you, he’d always just been Felix. A genetically gifted friend, sure, but still just Felix.

Sitting here, suddenly understanding those glances his way, was terrifying. Realising that your heart raced just seeing him stare back at you, that was the very pull that unraveled the thread to your once solid foundation of friendship.

You wished he’d never said it. You can always date me. For it led you to your next heartbreak when you realised he had feelings for you too.

Suddenly it made sense, why Felix had always given more than he took. The nights you called him at three in the morning because you were afraid or lonely, he came by without question, whilst the nights he did the same, you slept through almost every call.

You were selfish, and you knew it, yet he somehow loved you anyway, and the entire situation seemed so incredibly unfair.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” it’s the immediate regret in his voice, the way he steps back from your frame that you know nothing good can come from it. Felix had told you he loved you before, but it had been friendly. At least you had assumed so for the tones in his voice went unnoticed by you, as did the longing glances and the way he’d hesitate to reach for you, just because he desperately wanted to feel your touch underneath his fingertips.

It was unrequited, until it wasn’t entirely anymore, but even then, when he said it, actually said it, your words caught in your throat and you wondered if maybe, you weren’t ready to admit you loved him too.

For whilst you did love him, and whilst you saw him differently now, you weren’t sure if it was the same. Something bound you to feelings, his friendship with you ran so deep and meant the world to you, but now there was a set distance that you weren’t sure what to do with. You didn’t know how you felt, and before you had the chance to figure it out, Felix took it all back.

“Forget I ever said it,” but you didn’t. You couldn’t, even if you’d tried.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Your once horrid but occasional nightmares were replaced with desperate echoes of his voice, and every time the result was the same. Felix walked away and you couldn’t tell him to stay.

It hurt you to wake up, alone and hovering over the contact name that was so familiar, but he no longer picked up. The rock in your life wasn’t there to take your every call now, to hold you through every fear and it was only now with losing him that you fully realised that you really loved him too.

When Felix had told you he loved you… well and truly was in love with you, you weren’t sure if your love could be matched. Now, as twisted as it was, you bet your love rivalled his, if he even felt it at all anymore.

“I love you,” but he’s not there to hear you. You’re whispering to an empty room, and the only remnants of his are the hoodie you’re wearing, torturing yourself with and the scattered textbooks that he didn’t bother to get back from you. For he was never coming back. It hurt him too much, and he much rather avoided the realisation that you didn’t love him back than be faced with it for some books he could buy again.

It was not lost on you, how ironic it was. But each message you sent went without response, each call was met with silence, and every time you passed his apartment, there was no one to let you in.

Maybe it was naive to think that he’d open the door to you anyway. Though you’d assumed with how close you’d been, he’d miss you enough, just enough to come back to you. You just wanted him to hear you, listen to you like he always had, yet you heard nothing.

You were back to being unfair, maybe selfish, as spring turned to summer and summer became autumn, and it is only as the leaves fall in an array of dark colours that you decided that you couldn’t hope like this anymore. Felix wasn’t part of you anymore, and maybe you wanted to blame him, make it his fault for ever changing anything for you that one day he’d invited you to dinner, but you knew better.

If only you had known you loved him before he let you go.

It’s raining, the early morning winds being harsh on your frame as you hold a box, heavier than you’d like for it to be, but you know you can only make this trip once. Not only is it physically exhausting, but mentally you’re drained too.

You wonder if you should ring the doorbell, but given he hadn’t let you in for a while, you doubt there’s much point. Instead you wait, not for him but for anyone just so you can put his things down. There’s a note with his name, written as neatly as you could manage with a purple pen, a heart underneath though you wonder if that’s too much.

“You waiting for someone?” someone’s holding the door for you, though it takes a moment for you to register enough to look up at the stranger in question. He’s handsome, with dark hair going over his forehead and eyes to match. His smile is playful, rather beautiful too and your heart skips a bit, “you okay?”

“Huh?” he laughs, amused as he leans against the front entrance, holding it open for you though you make no effort to step inside. His voice is almost aggressive, but his presence is almost warm, a contrast to the cold and the way he speaks. It’s interesting, to say the least.

“I’m in a bit of a rush. In or out?” he doesn’t seem angry, though his impatience is evident in how he’s bouncing on his toes in anticipation. You realise he just came from inside, that he’s not heading in, and you wonder if he lives here too or was simply visiting someone.

You’d never seen him before, and given how often you’d been here, that surprised you.

“Yeah, in, thank you,” you push past him, ignoring the way he so obviously reads the name taped to the letter on your box of things for Felix, and you miss the familiarity of seeing the name in his eyes.

Maybe it’s best that you do. And maybe it’s best that he says nothing, only leaves you be once you’re inside.

It takes everything in you not to knock on the front door when you’re outside Felix’s door. You hear him move, know he’s there and it’s pure agony to do nothing. Yet you know if you knocked, and you know that if he answered, everything would fall apart again.

It’s best to leave it as it was now. A memory you loved and cherished, for the years with Felix holding you close had mattered so much to you. And sure, maybe if he opened the door, he’d hold you again, but he could just as easily break you more.

You couldn’t handle that now.

So you put the box down, knock on his door only once before you pull yourself away, down the stairs and back out into the rain.

When Felix opens the door, it’s to all his things he’d left behind. Everything but you, and he wonders if he’d catch you if he ran out to find you.

Something stops him. Perhaps the reminder of how long it took for him to get past it (not that he was even now), or maybe because he knew Changbin would kill him if he had to come over just one more time, to tell him that he’d be better off.

When he finally opens the note you’d left, he decides that he wants to hate you, for you’d selfishly told him the words he’d always desperately wanted to hear, but now was too late for. Even if those very words made him want to run back into your arms and forgive you for it all. At the end of the day, you were still his one best friend that he had placed above everything else.

I love you too Felix, I do.

i’m not sure if this was maybe a bit confusing on how they stopped being friends and why etc… it makes sense in my head, but any questions, feedback or comments kindly let me know x

the more I write this series the more i think i’ll be making alternative endings for each member that ends happy cause i can’t deal…

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To Hyunjin, Edging is a Team Sport

Inspired by this lovely post, it crawled inside my brain and would not leave

warnings: afab reader, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink and sub hyunjin if you squint but really you don't have to squint that much, light dirty talk

Smut under the cut :))

Being around Hyunjin was always hard. Dating him was difficult, and it wasn’t because of anything he was specifically doing. It’s just that. He was so distracting. Just looking at him from across the room was enough to get you going, and that had been the case long before you were together. And now that you had him? Well. It was, hard, to say the least, to keep your hands to yourself. 

Today was proving to be especially difficult in that regard. The two of you had gone out to get coffee and hopefully get some work done at a local cafe. You had gotten literally no work done, and it was all because your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend was sitting in front of you. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep your mind from slipping to all of the things you wanted to do to him… all of the things you wanted him to do to you.

“Jinnie?” You mumble softly

“Yes, love?” He lifts his head to look at you, and the eye contact nearly takes your breath away.

“Do you think maybe we could just head home? I’m having a really hard time focusing here and I think I could maybe get more done if we just head back?” As you spoke, you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips and then back up to his eyes quickly, hoping he hadn’t caught your gaze wandering. 

His lips slowly pulled into a small smile, so no hope of him not noticing then.

“Yeah we can go, are you sure you’re gonna keep working when we get back though? Or do you maybe want to, ah, work, on something else?” His eyes were practically sparkling, he loved to tease you about things like this. It wasn’t your fault he was literally sculpted by the gods, ok? 

“Hmm I don’t know, it depends on how much work you’re willing to put in, love.” 

So ok. Maybe you really like to tease him back. Most of the time things start out this way, the subtle push and pull, teasing each other until one of you can’t stand it anymore and gives in. You find yourself blushing lightly at the thought of it. God, you want him so bad.

“I definitely feel like I have a lot of energy to put into the job today, if we’re lucky maybe we can make this last for hours.” 

He smiles again, quickly standing up from his seat and starting to gather his laptop and notes. You follow suit, and soon the two of you are in the car, and then walking up to the door of your apartment. Mere moments after closing the front door, you find yourself pressed against it, pinned there by your boyfriend as he leans in and starts placing light kisses along the side of your neck.

You tilt your head to the side to give him better access, and he begins to bite a little bit along with his kisses. It sends delicious shivers down your spine, and you can feel your stomach tightening already at the sensation. It really was ridiculous how fast he was able to turn you on, get you wet and begging for it. 

After a moment, he lifted his head from your neck to look into your eyes, and you felt another wave of arousal wash over you when you see his attraction to you written all over his face.

“Baby, do you think we could try that thing today, what we talked about last week?” 

His voice was soft, almost a little shy, which was something you didn’t see on him all that often.

“Fuck yes, please,” you reply, and it comes out far more like a whimper than you originally intended. But to be fair to you, last week the two of you had talked about the idea of edging each other for at least an hour, fucking each other and stopping whenever either of you was close, going until you were both needy and squirmy and begging for it, and now he wanted to actually do it? Now? You were going to die a happy death. 

He leans in, kissing your lips for just a moment before pulling back,

“Head to the bedroom?” He asks, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“Hell yes.” You giggle in response and follow him down the hallway.

Once in the bedroom, you quickly remove your shoes and socks before settling back onto the bed and waiting for him to come to join you. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and he swiftly walks between your legs, immediately bending down to resume the kiss. 

Eagerly you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, and within minutes you find yourself getting impatient. You knew what was coming, you wanted it. Wanted him.

“Jinnie please, hurry up.” You whine softly. 

He chuckles but moves to remove your shirt and push you back further onto the bed. He clearly wants this just as bad as you do, and that fact becomes clear when he grinds down on you lightly and you feel that his cock is already starting to get hard.

“Oh, baby you’re getting hard already? I thought the plan was to edge each other for hours how will we manage it if you’re already this sensitive?” You feign concern as if feeling him being affected by you hadn’t made you leak into your underwear. 

He ignores your words and begins kissing down your neck again. This time though he’s clearly intending to leave marks, and it makes heat rush through you. You love having his marks on you, you love being his in every way possible. 

You tip your head back and moan softly as he makes his way down to a nipple, licking over it gently, You know that you’re already wet enough to soak through your underwear, and it’s just getting worse the longer he stays at your chest alternating between licking and biting you all over. His long black hair brushes against your skin as he continues his ministrations, and you can’t wait to see it hanging over his face as he hovers over you, fucking you until you're begging him to cum inside you, to fill you up and make you his. 

The thought makes you whine, and this makes him stop and look up at you.

“Hm? Something especially good going on in that head of yours?” He smiles softly and it's so unfair that he can be this sexy and just plain adorable at the same time.

“Yeah,” you breathe “Just thinking about you cuming inside me later once we’re both so worked up. I bet it’s gonna be a lot, after all that edging.” 

Your words have the desired effect, as his eyes darken and his hips buck forward in response.

“Shit,” he mumbles, pulling away from you only to undo the buttons on your pants and begin to pull them down.

You wiggle out of them, and pull your underwear down as well, now fully naked and spread out in front of him.

He looks you over, gaze filling with want. It makes you impossibly wetter to see him watching you like that, and you shiver a little at the intense expression on his face.

“God, you’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my cock.” You whine in response and sit back up slightly.

“Hurry up then, take off your clothes, please?” He complies, rushing to remove his sweater and jeans, and then there he is in his full glory.

His cock is fully hard now, and its 8 long inches curve upwards in a way that makes your mouth water. Fuck you need him inside you, preferably right now.

You know he won’t have that though, insisting on fingering you to get you ready for him every time the two of you have sex and honestly you can’t even bring yourself to complain. His fingers feel so good.

He moves back so he’s resting between your legs, and slowly drags a finger across your cunt feeling how wet you are. 

“So wet for me already love?” He smiles that charming smile again and it makes your hips buck upwards.

“Please Jinnie- can you just-” 

“Yeah, I’ve got you.” He replies before gently sliding a finger into you.

It literally burns it feels so good. The moan you let out is far louder than what should be warranted by one finger but he just makes you feel so good. He begins to thrust it in and out of you slowly, adding a second finger a few moments later after you’ve adjusted to the first. He isn’t curving his fingers to find that spot within you that makes you writhe with want, at least not yet, and you’re grateful that the edging hasn’t really started at this point.

After one more finger and many more minutes of slow fingerfucking and kisses on your inner thighs, you start whining louder and louder.

“Jinnie please, I’m ready for you, I’m so ready I need you inside please.” And maybe you should be embarrassed that you’re begging already, but he always brings this out in you. Want and heat and lust, plain and simple.

He nods and removes his fingers, positioning himself over you to drag his cock along your pussy, coating it with your wetness.

He moans softly as he does so, and you feel your legs trembling with anticipation. Slowly, painfully slowly, he slides the tip into you and then stops.

Fuck. Even just the tip is enough to make you feel crazy as you squirm trying to get more of him into you. 

So slowly it almost hurts he continues to slide in, and the slow speed makes you feel insane because you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks into you. 

After what feels like years he bottoms out, breathing deeply as he hovers over you. He’s already starting to sweat a little, and ok. Look. Maybe this is a little bit gross but nothing on this earth is hotter than Hyunjin when he’s dripping sweat, especially when he’s dripping sweat onto you as he fucks you hard, his hair sticking to his face with the amount of sweat covering it as he works to fuck you the way you want it. The way you need it.

“Shit, you feel so good around me. It’s gonna be so hard to keep from cumming, oh fuck,” he whines a little, and you can tell it’s taking a lot of effort for him to not start moving right away.

“You can move, Hyunjin, please move.”

And oh, does he move. He immediately sets a pace that's slow but intense, and for a second you’re worried you might cum on the spot and ruin the whole plan as he hits your g-spot on his first full thrust back in. 

“Fuck..” you moan, and move your legs up to wrap around his waist. 

He’s breathing hard in time with his thrusts as he continues to move, picking up speed slightly as time goes by. You’re practically out of your mind as he continues, every nerve ending in your body feels like it's sparking, and you can feel yourself getting wetter around his cock. 

A particularly hard thrust makes both of you moan out, and then suddenly he’s swearing softly under his breath and hurrying to pull out of you. You can feel his hips twitching ever so slightly as he struggles to calm his breathing.

“Oh baby, were you close already?” Some of your mocking tone gets lost in how breathless you sound, the fact that you were able to get him to the point of cumming so fast is so fucking hot.

“Ah, fuck, yeah. Just, just give me a second and I’ll keep going.” He breathes, continuing to shake slightly as he hovers over you. After another minute or so he lines his cock back up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. 

He chokes out another moan as he goes, and honestly, the best part of this plan is how many times he’s going to get to push all the way into you after stopping for a while. You’re obsessed with how good it feels to be filled, the addictive feeling of his cock spreading you open just for him. He’s getting so deep with every thrust, hitting right on the spot that makes you feel like melting into a puddle of pleasure. You’re letting out little whimpers with each thrust, and it’s so good, it’s so good, and then suddenly he’s gasping again and pulling out.

“Oh shit, oh fuck oh my god.” He whines out and tips his head back, hips twitching with the want to fuck back into you and cum deep inside. He’s so beautiful like this, it’s your favorite way to see him. Gently you run your hands along his back as he takes deep breaths.

Eventually, once he’s calmed down once again, he pushes back in.

“Oh fuck, Jinnie, fuck.” You moan out loudly as he starts his fast pace again, this time thought he brings a hand down to your clit and begins to rub small circles on it as he thrusts.

Pleasure races through you, you’re not going to be able to last at all like this oh my god. He’s sweating more and his hair is beginning to stick to his face from the moisture, his skin is flushed red and he has an expression of pure bliss on his face. This man who looks like a literal Greek god looks on the verge of orgasm and all because he’s fucking you, and it’s suddenly too much and you’re gasping and pushing at him.

“I’m gonna- fuck-  stop I’m gonna cum Jinnie-” he quickly stops his ministrations and pulls out, and this time it's both of you shaking with the effort to not keep going, the edge so close you can taste it.

“You’re so gorgeous darling, fuck I love seeing you like this.” He runs a hand gently along the outside of your thigh as you take deep breaths and attempt to calm down. After a moment you reach down and bring his cock closer to your pussy again.

“You’re ready?” he asks.

“Yes, get back inside me please.” Both of you let out desperate-sounding moans as he enters you again. 

It’s so wet, the slide is so smooth. Getting edged always makes you literally drip with want, and you’re sure there’s already a puddle forming underneath you.

Hyunjin seems to be thinking the same thing, as he whines softly and says “Fuck you’re so wet, god, you feel so good, oh shit,” he tips his head back again and brings his hand down to your clit once again.

It only takes another minute before he is pulling out again. The next time both of you are gasping and pushing each other away at the same time, and you sit up to really look at him. He looks so gorgeous, and you tell him so. 

He’s dripping sweat, breathing hard, and shaking a little. His beautiful (who would have thought you would ever call a dick something like “beautiful”) cock is red and swollen at the tip, leaking so much precum it's dripping down the side and onto the sheets. You can’t believe that this wonder of a man is all yours.

“Kiss me, please.” He complies, leaning forward and immediately connecting your lips.

You kiss for another minute, and then the two of you are calmed enough for him to slide inside of you again.

He can’t seem to stop himself from letting out these soft, high-pitched moans with each thrust, and it's so hot it makes your head spin. He reaches up a hand to run through his hair and push it away from his face and. Oh my god. Just that action has you suddenly on the edge again, begging him to stop.

“Fuck Hyunjin you’re so hot I literally think you could look at me for long enough and I would cum.” You giggle a little as you say it, finding it ridiculous, if true.

“Do you think, this time, we could actually finish? I’m dying here I think I might cum on the spot the next time I push into you.” He says a response, and you nod eagerly.

“C’mon, get back inside me and fill me up then.” 

He does as he’s told, and now that he knows he’s allowed to cum it’s like a damn has broken inside him.

“Fuck baby, can I cum inside you please? Please I’ve been so good, I’ve been fucking you so good, can I cum? Get you all messy and full, please? Ah- love- please oh fuck-” 

Your head is spinning, getting closer with every thrust, every word he speaks. 

“Yes you can, Jinnie please cum inside me please, fill me up, oh god,” you whine, feeling your own high approaching again.

“Oh I’m- it’s happening I’m gonna-”

You watch as his features contort in pleasure as he throws his head back and cums, the feeling of his cock twitching and spilling inside you as he pumps you full of his cum is enough for you, and you follow him over the edge with a long moan of his name.

Honestly, you might black out for a second, because the next thing you know he’s collapsed on top of you softly kissing your neck.

“Are you ok there love?” He whispers.

“Yeah, you just fucked me so good I knocked out there for a second I think.” You look over to see a silly smile stretch across his face, he’s looking very pleased with himself about all of this.

You pull him in for a slow kiss, running your hands through his sweat-slicked hair.

“We have to do this again.” He murmurs against your lips.

“Oh definitely, but I wanna ride you next time.”

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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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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.

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