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I WAITED FOR YOU | lee felix x fem! reader

cursing & smut & mentions of food & fluff

you and felix had been friends for a long time and though neither of you harboured feelings for each other at first, the older you grew the more difficult it became to keep those feelings at bay.

WARNINGS | vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), felix calls reader lots of nicknames (princess, darling, sweetheart, baby), riding, dry humping, best friends to lovers, graphic depictions of sex, female bodied reader

WORDS | 3.6 k

NOTES | surprise i’m posting for the first time in so long kfjkfj i'm so sorry guys ALSO MY FIRST NON-ENHA FIC WOO

p.s. those pictures above are exACTLY how i envision him in this fic fkjfk

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Felix was notorious for annoying the shit out of you. The two of you had been friends since your second year of middle school which meant he gave himself free reign to make fun of you, mess up your hair when you had spent hours fixing it, call you names and steal your food. Though you were both currently attending the same university and were in your third year there, this was one of those times.

“Lee Felix, I swear to God if you don’t stop touching my hair, I’ll rip off your fucking arms!” you all but screeched as he flipped your hair over your face as you sat with your other friends in the student union building.

He didn’t take you seriously. He never did. He just pulled his arms away, holding his hands up in defense as his eyes crinkled up in laughter. Your other friends just rolled their eyes at Felix’s immaturity, though when you turned your head away from them, they smiled knowingly at each other. It was obvious to everyone (except for you and Felix of course) how your feelings for each other had begun to develop from “just friends” to “friends with a crush on each other.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he gasped out through his laughter, wiping away the tears that had started to form from laughing so hard. “I can’t help it! It was just so… flippable?”

“Flippable is so not a word, Felix,” you crossed your arms and frowned at him. “And it took me like an entire hour to get my hair right today! This is why I rarely try to do anything with it! Because you’re just going to mess it up!”

He shook his head, his laughter dying down, but the mirth still evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, yn. I am. Do you still want to come over after your last class?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. As much as he annoyed you, he was still your best friend. Even if you were upset now, you knew you wouldn’t be later and if you declined just to be petty, you’d be even more upset that you didn’t get to see him after class like usual. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. You pushed him away, scrunching your face in mock disgust, though really, you were just trying to keep your face from turning red and giving away just how much his proximity and actions affected you.

He pulled away with another small bout of laughter and jogged away from you to catch up with some of his classmates, walking with them to his last class of the day. Felix’s last class was well before yours, so he was always back at his apartment before you got there, and you always sat through your last class anxious to be with him again.

His presence, his personality, everything about him was magnetic. Everyone could feel it. His entire being was sunshine and light. Anyone who knew Felix loved him and wanted to be with him all the time. You were no exception. You’d always felt the magnetism that Felix exuded. Maybe that’s why you became such good friends in the first place.

When your final class ended after a painfully long hour and a half, you quickly gathered your things and left the classroom. Your university was only a couple blocks from where Felix lived so you didn’t have to walk for long before you arrived at his door. You had long abandoned the age-old tradition of knocking. The two of you were close enough that it wasn’t really necessary. Though this was one of those moments when knocking was a good idea.

You opened the apartment door and dropped your bag on the floor by the couch as you made your way through the apartment. You were going to look for snacks in his kitchen when you heard noises from his room. You figured he was just talking to himself because he did that a lot, but when you got closer, you realized there was no confusing his deep groans for coherent words.

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened closer and realized his groans were interspersed with needy whines. And then you realized the door was cracked. You chewed on your bottom lip as you debated whether or not you should turn around and leave or peek through the door. You were aware that turning around leaving would be the appropriate thing to do but hearing his voice as he moaned and whimpered made your brain fuzzy.

So, against your better judgement, you peeked through the door and found Felix lying on his bed, headphones on and head thrown back against the headboard. He still had his shirt on, but it was pushed up his chest, revealing his hardened nipples. Your eyes traveled downwards slowly, and you bit back the moan that rose in your throat as they finally settled on his cock, hard and leaking and red tipped in his hand.

You took a sharp breath and stepped backwards abruptly, realizing how wrong it was—how perverted it was. You took another step away from his door, then another before grabbing your bag and leaving the apartment. You waited in the hallway for a few minutes until you figured Felix would be done and then you opened his apartment door, dropped your bag by the couch once more and called out to him.

“Felix? Where are you?”

You held your breath as you waited for his answer. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before he called back a hurried, “I’m in my room, I’ll be out in a second. You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen!”

As you searched through his refrigerator and his cupboards for something to eat, you found your mind wandering to his response to your question. How many other times had you asked that same question and he’d given the same response? How many of those times were him changing his clothes and washing his hands and spraying Febreze to cover the smell of his cum and sweat?

You shivered and shook the thought away just as Felix walked into the kitchen, catching you staring up at his cupboards blankly.

“See anything you want?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his low voice so close to your ear. You clenched your fists at your side to keep yourself from shuddering when you felt his breath on the back of your neck. You glanced back up at the cupboards to decide on something.

“Hm, can I have the chips up there?” you gestured vaguely to a bag of chips on the top shelf of his cupboard.

He hummed in affirmation and then held your waist with both hands to move you out of his way so he could reach up and grab the bag for you. Once his hands were no longer on your waist, you allowed yourself to shiver just a little. Your eyes fixated momentarily on the small sliver of tanned stomach that showed when he reached for the top shelf.

He turned and handed you the bag, snapping you out of your daze. You sighed as you realized the rest of this night—or maybe the rest of your life—would no longer be as easy as it once was. Images of Felix with his head thrown back, with his cock in his hand, with his mouth hung open as velvety groans fell from his lips, flashed through your head constantly if you weren’t careful. And it was hard to be careful when he smiled at you the way he did.

“There’s a new episode of…” Felix started talking as you sat down on the couch next to him, but you weren’t listening. You were thinking about how he would look underneath you if you rode him.

“Hey,” his voice was gentle, and his brows were furrowed together in concern, “you, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on his fluffy, bleached hair and not his warm, brown eyes, “Yeah, sorry. I’m a little tired. What were you saying?”

He explained to you once again that there was a new episode of the show you’d been watching together, and you agreed to watching that. Usually, you’d think nothing of it when Felix pulled you into his side once the show started playing, but this time all you could think about was that the hand holding your waist right now was the same hand that had been wrapped around his cock in your bedroom.

You sat up abruptly at that thought, trying hard not to give yourself away. Felix looked at you with wide, confused eyes, watching with a small frown as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom without a word. When you had locked yourself in, you turned around and sat on the floor with your back against the door.

“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself.

Truthfully, you were frustrated that you were acting like a horny teenager. You were almost finished with university, and you were no longer a teenager. You weren’t even a virgin either so why were you so discombobulated over a dick?

Because it’s not just a dick, it’s Felix’s.

You groaned loudly at your own thoughts and pulled your knees to your chest before wrapping your arms around them and burying your face in them. You took a few deep breaths before you tensed again at the knock on the bedroom door. You felt like you might cry if he asked you what was wrong, but you just took another deep breath as he spoke.

“Are you okay, yn? You’ve been acting really strange today and I-I hope it’s not because I did anything wrong or—”

“Felix, I’m fine,” you snapped, slapping a hand over your mouth as you realized the awful tone you’d used. You sighed and rubbed at your temples, feeling a tension headache beginning. “I’m okay. I just don’t feel very well today.”

You could tell by his moment of silence he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press it. “Well, I’ve got some more comfortable clothes you can wear if you want. And we can cuddle, and I’ve got snacks and medicine… Or I could take you home if you’d rather do that?”

You didn’t want to go home yet. Sure, you felt so awkward around Felix right now, but you didn’t want to leave him. Maybe a part of you was holding out hope that something might happen if you stayed.

You stood up and opened the door, only to be engulfed in a warm hug by Felix. He’d always given the best hugs and this time was no different. You felt all of your muscles relax in his embrace. A hug from Felix could cure any anxiety or sadness you felt—even in this situation it seemed. He stroked his fingers through your hair as you buried your face in his neck.

“What do you want to do?” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your back with the hand that wasn’t combing through your tangled hair.

You looked up at him with a small pout, “Can I change? Then we can cuddle and finish our episode and maybe watch a movie after that?”

Felix smiled down at you gently and nodded, squeezing you once before letting go and slipping his hand into yours to guide you to his room (which you noted smelled heavily of Febreze. If you hadn’t watched him jack off, you would never have suspected he did it in the first place). You watch as he sifts through his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts. After he handed them to you, he left the room, closing the door behind him to give you privacy while you changed.

You glanced over the bed, swallowing hard before looking in the other direction and trying to pretend you had no idea what he had been doing in that very bed only an hour before. You slip out of your clothes before pulling on his, tying the sweatpants around your waist so that they felt comfortable on you and then tugging his shirt on over your head. You shivered as you smelled him on the shirt—a mix of his laundry detergent and faintly of his cologne.

You left his room, folding your clothes and tossing them by your school bag before sitting down on the couch next to Felix, trying not to look so rigid. Once again, he pulled you close to him and then pulled a blanket over the two of you. He restarted the episode you’d been watching together and then settled down, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around you.

You couldn’t help but wonder if all friends laid like this when they watched movies. If all friends looked at each other the way Felix looked at you. You concluded that you were just imagining that Felix liked you the same way you liked him. There was no way that could even be possible.

You started to get restless in Felix’s arms, shifting and wriggling against him. He grabbed your hips, halting your movements. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and you went stiff in his grasp. The icing on the cake was when he spoke, though.

“Could you stay fucking still?” he growled in your ear, fingers digging into your hip bones. You realized your ass was pressed right against his dick and when you realized that you also realized how hard he was behind you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled softly, “I-I’m just a bit uncomfortable.”

“What would make you more comfortable princess?” His voice was still low, but it was less of a growl now. As he waited for you to answer, he kissed and nipped at the shell of your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck.

Through the fog in your brain, it took you longer to realize what he was implying within his question, but when you figured it out, you knew you couldn’t pass it up. You couldn’t keep pushing your feelings to the back burner.

“W-want you,” you whispered, worried maybe you’d gotten it all wrong.

“Yeah?” he moves on from your ear and nips at your neck, leaving behind small marks. “Watching me touch myself in my bedroom earlier wasn’t enough for you, sweetheart?”

You gasped and sat up, utterly mortified. Your chest constricted as your face fell. He watched you, eyes half-lidded as you brought your hands up to cover your mouth. After you got over the shock, you stood up, stumbling off the couch so you could grab your things and leave.

“I waited for you,” he said softly as you reached down to grab your bag. You paused, confused.

“Waited? For what?”

“For you to get here.” He propped himself up on an elbow, watching as you dropped the strap of your bag and straightened up, taking a hesitant step towards him. “I wanted you to find me. Wanted you to want me. Because I've wanted you for so long and not just sexually. It's why I've never had a long-term girlfriend. And I know it was stupid, shitty way to get you to see me the way I see you, but I—”

“You didn’t have to make me like you. I already did. I do. I’ve liked you for so long,” you frowned as you finally sat back on the couch next to him, reaching out to run your fingers through his soft hair.

He pulled you down so that you were lying beside him again, looking into your eyes for a moment before he spoke, voice low once more. “Then tell me what you want.”

You squirmed under his intense gaze, but you held eye contact. “W-want to ride you…”

He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you ended up on top of him. You could feel how hard he was through the fabric of both of your pants. He held your hips, and you rolled your hips experimentally against his, gasping at how perfect he felt rubbing against you.

“Oh, Felix—” you whined as he bucked his hips up into yours, taking control of the pace. He grunted and threw his head back, desperation written in every movement. You gasped again and held his shoulders tightly, “W-wait! Felix, wait.”

He stopped, panting heavily and gazing at you through heavy eyelids, concern and doubt hiding behind his lust. You swallowed and got off the couch standing next to him as you slid the sweatpants you were wearing down your legs, then your underwear. His eyes narrowed even more as he watched, swiping his tongue across his lips. But when you reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over your head, he stopped you.

“I like seeing you in my shirt. Keep it on.”

You didn’t climb back on his lap, you just watched him, waiting for him to take his own clothes off. He stared back at you dazedly until he realized what you were waiting for. He sat up and shimmied out of his pants—you blushed when you saw he wasn’t wearing boxers under his pants—and tugged his shirt off. As soon as he was naked, you climbed back into his lap, straddling him and holding onto his shoulders. You felt his thick cock running through the folds of your cunt and you shuddered.

“I need to get a condom, darling,” he whispered, but he didn’t make a move to get up.

“I’m on the pill,” you whispered back, leaning your head down to kiss his lips gently.

He groaned against your mouth and his fingertips dug into your hips once more as he kissed you back feverishly. He bucked his hips up again, this time not constricted by the fabric of sweatpants. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his dick against your core. On the next thrust, the tip of his dick catches on your hood, and you cry out against his lips.

“Gotta stretch you out—”

“No,” you whined, burying your face in his neck. “Don’t need it. Just want you.”

“Are you sure? I can be quick—”

“Please Felix, I need you so bad.”

He growled low in his throat and then lifted you up to position his tip at your entrance. He watched as he slowly pushed in, hissing at the feeling of your tight walls around him. You whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you out and tried to steady your breathing as he bottomed out. He kissed your neck, your cheeks, and your forehead as you adjusted to his size, whispering affirmations in your ear.

“Y-you can move. Please move.”

He thrusted up gently into you as you squeezed your eyes shut, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Look at me, princess. Wanna see your eyes when I fuck you.”

Slowly, you opened up your eyes, looking into his. You knew that the lust filled look in his eyes was mirrored in your own. He threw his head back again, groaning, “Feels so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking tight. Know you’re not a virgin, but you sure as hell are tight as one. You take me so well. Holy fuck.”

You whined loudly, helping him out by bouncing yourself on his cock, meeting each of his thrusts so that he buried himself inside of you deeper, his tip nuzzling against your g-spot. You brought your hand up to your mouth, biting down on it to muffle the scream that tore out of your throat. You felt tears on your cheeks and continued to bounce as hard and fast as you could, desperate to reach your high.

Felix tore your hand away from your mouth, “I don’t fucking care if the neighbors file a noise complaint. I wanna hear you.”

Each of his thrusts hit you exactly where you needed it and you were sobbing and gasping at the pleasure by the time you managed to tell him you were close. “F-felix I’m gonna… I’m g-gonna—”

“I know, sweetheart. Me too. Just a little longer. Hold on for me, alright? We can cum together.”

You cried as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. When he finally stilled, groaning into your ear as he filled you with his hot seed, you fell over the edge, screaming into his shoulder as you came harder than you ever had before.

Felix held you close, slipping out gently once the sensitivity of your orgasm faded a bit. You whined a bit as he stood, but he assured you he was just getting a warm washcloth for you. He was only gone for maybe two minutes but when he came back, you whined again and reached out for him. He laughed at you and knelt on the floor next to the couch, cleaning you off. Once he was done, he took the washcloth to the bathroom and then came back to cuddle with you, pulling the blanket over the two of you again.

“So…” you mumbled, eyes closed as you started to drift off, “can I be your girlfriend now?”

He laughed at your sluggish words, watching you fall asleep with a gentle, fond look in his eyes. He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed your forehead again. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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jikseud · 2 years

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Wolfish

warnings: unprotected sex(i literally write nothing else unless asked otherwise), feral chan, oral(f receiving), breeding kink cuz im gross, slight impreg kink for the same reason, overstimulation, mind breaking (kinda mutal), slapping(once and chan receives it), desperate overall kinda sex, squirting, mention of the title daddy once, few pet names, lots of filth pretty much, reader refers to him as ‘chris’ in speech

summary: schedule has been crazy and chan hasn’t been able to see you as much as he’d like to. it’s starting to get to him. all that changes when he decides to leave practice early and finds you in the dorm parading around in just his t-shirt.

chan x female reader

word count: 6.3k (i got carried away)

Chan was exhausted. For more reasons than one. Schedules were rolling into one another with no real sign of stopping. Practices seemed to last longer than usual, dragging to a point where he could feel every second ticking by. His internal thought was wracked with melodies, lyrics, and rhythms bouncing off the walls of his skull leaving him with no semblance of peace. To complete the myriad of his stress masterpiece, he was missing you.

It was nearing three weeks of minimal contact with you and he was beginning to feel guilty in addition to everything else he was feeling. Every moment he had a chance to glance at his phone, it would be ripped from him just as quickly—the text that he was typing dying at his fingertips.

You understood what you were agreeing to when you decided to not only let Chan into your life but to let him in as your partner. You didn’t mind these long stretches of time where you didn’t get to see him. In fact, you almost preferred it. Allowing you to really indulge in the time you got to spend with him with nary an interruption. No matter how many times you reminded him of this, it still ate away at his emotions. Making him feel like this was yet another area in his life where he felt his promises were not being fulfilled, ultimately making him feel less than.

You had flown out to Seoul in an attempt to surprise him and hopefully pick up his spirits, but with all the craziness of upcoming schedules you, unfortunately, came at a time where you didn’t get to see him as often as you thought. You understood though. Not holding it against him. Chan also more than appreciated being able to nestle up to your body when he finally trucked into the dorms early in the morning finding it easier to sleep with you near him. He felt an unspoken comfort with you around that he needed more than he realized.

With a five hour dance practice finally wrapping up, Chan moved in silence. Grabbing his belongings he came to the conclusion that he needed a bit of a break. A moment to decompress from everything. Letting out a sigh he turned back around to the boys informing them of his next moves.

“So…I was going to go to the studio after we were finished here, but I think I need a break honestly. It’s all a little bit too much right now.”

Everyone went a bit silent, feeling the tense energy radiating off of him. Felix took the opportunity to offer a hand recognizing that Chan was in a funk, in a feeble attempt to ask if he was okay.

“You sure you’re good, man? Like you don’t need anything from us?”

Not wanting to pry too much knowing how his emotions could fire up from nowhere, he was trying his best to keep it open ended.

“Yeah. I just prolly need to sleep or something.”

“Okay. If anything we’re here for you. And I’m sure Y/N will be more than willing to help you with anything you need.”

He knew Felix meant well, but it just struck a nerve in him that ultimately made him feel worse. Feeling like even when he was supposed to enjoy spending time with you, you were always snubbed to “taking care” of him when it should’ve been the other way around. Sighing, Chan closed his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah–alright, I’ll see you guys back at the dorm later.”

With quiet goodbyes, Chan left the practice room and walked towards the exit of the JYP building where someone would be waiting to take the boys home when needed. No questions were asked as he looked at the driver silently signaling that he was in need of being taken back to the dorms. The ride back was even more silent. Every self deprecating and stressful thought ran through his mind like a traumatic PowerPoint stuck on a loop. The buildings passing by were just distant figures in his vision no matter how close they actually were.

The car finally came to a stop and Chan lowly thanked the driver before getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of the dorms. He didn’t realize he took the stairs until he was already halfway up to the floor he was supposed to be on. Laughing through his nose he shook his head.

“I can’t even pay attention to where I’m going, my gosh.”

Reaching the floor he was supposed to be on, he opened the door and walked down the hallway to the dorm. Approaching the front door, he could hear music playing inside and a small smile designed his face, wondering what it was you were doing on the other side. Opening the door, he entered and kicked his shoes off immediately. The confines of his shoes adding to his irritation unknowingly. He dropped his bag at the front door as well, not wanting to be bothered with dragging it to his bedroom.

Turning the corner he was acquainted with you in your own little world dancing to the music playing from a speaker that was perched on the island of the kitchen. His smile slowly faded into something a little more lustful when your figure moved from behind the island, showing that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and some underwear. He walked up to you and slipped his hands around your torso, his hands connecting over your tummy.

It startled you, to say the least, but only for a quick second before you settled into his touch recognizing it was him.

“Chris! You scared the shit outta me. What are you doing home so early? Where are the rest of the boys?”

Chan just hummed not answering you right away, swaying you against him. You rested your hands on top of his and tried to turn your head to see him resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t get the look at him that you wanted, so you tried to move to turn around and look at him, but Chan just held your body tighter and closer to him.

“Don’t move, I’ll tell you in a second.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling concerned with how his mannerisms were. Before if you could ask if he was okay he inhaled to speak.

“Just…really tired. Schedules and all that and I also kinda feel like a bad boyfriend.”

Hearing that, you just couldn’t stay in the position he was trying so desperately to keep you in. You turned around and cupped his face to bring it up to face your own. As quickly as you turned around, he dropped his head not ready to face you. You moved your head to look at him but he was refusing.

“Chris…where’s all this coming from? How are you being a bad boyfriend?”

He sighed, taking another long silence before he spoke.

“Ch-”

“-I’m never around. And, you came to see me and you can’t see me because I’m literally never here. And when you do see me I feel like, you feel like you just have to take care of me and I can’t help but feel like an ass for that.”

“Chris, c’mon. You know I’d never feel that way.”

“See! Like that. I know what you're gonna say next and it just doesn’t make it any better because I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

Dropping your hands you dropped your head as well, having a hunch where you could tell where this was going.

“Chris, I knew what I was getting into from jump when I said yes to being yours. And it’s my fault for not telling you I was gonna come out here. You had so much going on that you didn’t mention it and that’s okay! I’m not upset about any of that let alone upset with you. Stop beating yourself up.”

He stepped away, running his hand through his hair.

“You’re missing the point.”

You furrowed your brow and grabbed your phone off the counter to lower the volume of the music.

“What point am I missing exactly?”

“That you deserve better than me and I need to do better and you-”

“-Hold on, stop right there because you’re already off track.”

“No! You’re not hearing me Y/N.”

The last thing you expected was for him to get loud. You knew Chan didn’t regulate his emotions as he should, but you didn’t think he would take them out on you. You pressed your lips together and slowly it formed into a frown. You knew he didn’t mean it but nonetheless, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Chan was standing with his hand over his eyes, seemingly even more stressed than when he came in and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I’m gonna just, give you a moment and let this kinda settle because I know how you can get.”

You turned to walk out of the kitchen and began to walk towards his bedroom to wait for him. But before you could even make it out of the kitchen, Chan’s hand wrapped around your wrist, halting you in your tracks. His breath was heavy like he was trying to calm a panic attack and his eyes were blown.

“Don’t. Don’t walk away right now. Please.”

“Chris, the last thing I want right now is to add to your stress so I think it’s-”

“Y/N!, No it’s not what’s best right now! I need you and you’re trying to walk away from me. What aren’t you getting from that.”

Now you were looking at him as if he was mad. You had never seen him act out in such a way and especially with you. It left you confused and moreover concerned for him. But now you were on track with getting annoyed. He was leaving you with little explanation expecting you to just understand verbatim what he needed without telling you. Any time you tried to speak he cut you off and was actively creating more conflict.

“Chris. I don’t want us to do this right now.”

You tried to step away again but your body ended up pressed against the counter. Chan’s body pressed so closely into yours it was almost like he was trying to become one with you. His brows furrowed and he dropped his head again, his breathing picking up once more.

“I. Need. You.”

You were unsure of where to step. He was unhinging himself by the second. Leaving you stuck in a hard place on what to do next. He was getting closer to you, pushing himself closer.

“Chris, I don’t know what you need from me unless you tell–why are you hard right now?”

He was almost grinding into you now. His head dipped into your neck again except now there was a different feeling attached to it. He dragged his nose up your neck landing underneath your ear. Biting lightly at your earlobe, his hands moved to your hips gripping at your flesh trying to bring you even closer.

“You smell so good, baby.”

Your breathing began to quicken in response to this change of behavior. Your body reacting a lot more quickly than your brain would allow you to comprehend.

“Wearing just my shirt, what if it wasn’t me that came home early, huh?”

Chan backed up so he could stare at you, trying to read just your expression.

“I-I, you guys have normally been home really late so I just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

“You just wanna show yourself off to them?”

“Nono not at all I just-”

Before you had the chance to explain your case, Chan’s large hands trailed down to your ass, squeezing at the fat. A small moan choked out of you surprised at the action.

“You don’t understand how much I need you, do you?”

Panting, anticipation running through your veins, you looked up into his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Any control he had left in him, completely dissipated in just five words. Everything that was too hard for him to verbalize no longer had the capacity to stress him out. Your consent finding the perfect way to let him express himself without something to dwell on. His mouth landed on yours, a certain kind of anguish running through the kiss. His hands were all over you. Trying to grab at every inch he could.

You kissed him back with equal intensity. The irritation you previously felt was soon gone as he stopped trying to haphazardly explain his needs to you. He lifted you up onto the counter, placing himself between your legs. Rolling his hips into yours, you could feel his need attempting to break through the cotton of his shorts which sent a heartbeat straight to your core. You could feel him smirk against you as he felt you clench against him, your underwear providing you with little decency to hide.

“Oh, seems like somebody is a little needy too.”

“Chris, I…”

You didn’t know what came over you but you felt that what you were about to offer would solve what he was feeling at such an overwhelming capacity. You rolled your hips against him, desperate for some type of friction. Looking at him you made sure that he could see the sincerity in your eyes.

“Use me. Whatever it is that you’re feeling right now, take it out on me. We’ll talk about it later.”

Chan pulled away from you and the Chan you’d become accustomed to made a quick visit, searching your eyes for any hesitation. When he couldn’t find any he spoke wanting every form of confirmation.

“Are you sure? Once I let go I don’t think I can hold back.”

You nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to have him ruin you in whatever way he was imagining.

“I can take it.”

Verifying your words, Chan picked you up and carried you to his room. Laying you on his bed he hovered over you gazing down at your body.

“You have, no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Licking your lips you found his eyes

“I’m sure you can show me better than you can tell me, baby.”

His sexual appetite was ravenous and it was more than he could handle. Chan felt as if he was gonna bust at his seams and staring at your body in his shirt made him feel all the more manic. He moved his body down toward the foot of the bed and stared up at you from the apex of your legs. Your scent dripping through the fabric of your underwear.

“Look at you. Already soaking through your panties for me.”

You whined out, slightly embarrassed by his observation. He had barely done anything and yet everything he did made you feel so enticed and bound to him.

He brought his hands up to the lining of your underwear and slowly dragged them down your legs, letting them hit the floor. He kissed up your legs ending his travels at the fat of your thighs. Sucking small hickies into your tender skin.

You moaned out, the sensation of the hickey in that area making you clench a little tighter than you had before. Chan chuckled and noticed the way your body was already beginning to squirm under his touch. Bringing his face closer to your heat, he finally licked a fat stripe up your lips. Your walls clenching uncontrollably at the wanted touch.

Chan moved his tongue in a way that had you on the brink of orgasm faster than you ever had before. He bounced back between sucking lightly on your clit and circling his tongue around it to break up the intensity. He could tell by the way your breathing changed that you were approaching your climax. Wanting to see you fall apart underneath him, he brought his hand up to tease at your entrance. Prodding just the tip of his fingers inside.

Your hand made way to his curls. Scrunching at his hair in an attempt to ground yourself from your impending euphoria. He moaned against your pussy, the extra stimulation causing you to clench around nothing yet again. Chan’s fingers finally found their way inside your soaking hole and a loud moan escaped your throat. Unable to control the reaction of how it felt.

Chan moved his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing at that special little spongy spot inside of you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me. I can feel you’re almost there.”

His fingers began moving a little faster to be in tandem with his tongue. The double stimulation had you soaring over your inhibitions and you came around his fingers. Squeezing around him uncontrollably. It felt so undeniably good. It had been so long since you two had a moment to have this and he was relishing in it.

Watching you fall apart in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to see it again. On the come down of your high, his tongue began moving around your clit again.

“Shit, shit, Chris!”

He lapped at your arousal, your juices coating his chin.

“C’mon Y/N, baby. One more. For me?”

Your back arched from the bed, his tongue sending you tunneling into your pleasure.

“Fuck, Chris, I’m cumming!

All he did was moan into you, the vibrations sending you into your second orgasm. The overstimulation hitting you a little harder than usual. When Chan lifted his head up, you watched a bead of wetness fall from his chin.

“I’m going to make you do that, every fuckin time now. So fuckin sexy.”

You were almost too fucked out to comprehend what he was talking about until you felt a coolness stick to your inner thigh. Your eyes widened in horror. Coming to terms that you just squirted on his face. Panting, you finally found the breath to say something.

“Holy shit. I did not just do that.”

“Sure did. Kinda wanna see if I can make you do it again.”

Chan smiled as he dragged his finger up your folds, causing your body to jolt at the stimulation of his finger running across your clit. Your body was covered in goosebumps. Anticipating his next move. Trying to sit up, you wanted to return the favor, but Chan bound your wrists in his hands pinning you back down to the bed.

“Nuh uh babygirl. As much as I wanna watch your lips wrap around my cock, I won’t make it.”

Chan crawled back up to you so you could be face to face with him.

“And as much as I love you in my clothes…I wanna see all of you while I make you mine. Over and over again.

His hands pawed up your body and removed you from his shirt. His head came down to leave a trail of kisses starting from your stomach and ending their journey at your nipples. Sucking at your supple flesh, he kneaded your other breast in his hand. You moaned out, back arching slightly as you rubbed your head into the pillow beneath you. You felt so small beneath him. His energy was massive and brooding. He was domineering but still, when you looked into his eyes you could see the softness swirling somewhere beneath it all.

Your hands found their way back into his hair, gripping at his locks as you rolled your hips up into his painfully hard cock. With each roll, you could feel his cock twitching behind the cotton of his pants.

“Take it off, baby. For me.”

Your hand trailed down to his pants rubbing over the fabric to play with his cock. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he wiggled out of his pants and threw his shirt somewhere in the room. His hands roamed up your sides again, making you feel smaller than you were. He was eating you alive with just his eyes. Devouring you in every way fathomable before even thinking of entering you.

He kissed you, with a yearning you hadn’t felt from him before. It was rough yet gentle. Giving and taking all in the same breath. He was grabbing at you like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His hands traveled down to your hips and lifted your lower body up just a bit before worming his way in between your legs.

You moved your hand to stroke his cock earning a loud groan to expel from his throat. He hissed as you played with the head, thumbing over his painfully sensitive slit. Taking his hand to wrap around your wrist, he brought your hands up to your head pinning you to the bed again. He took the tip of his cock and rubbed it back and forth between your folds, teasing you. He wanted you to whine out for him. So he could hear that you needed him just as much as he needed you.

“Chris, please. Don’t tease me like this.”

He halted his movements, a smirk spreading across his face.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted. Use you, is how I think you put it.”

An airy laugh left him as you whined out against him, trying to get a tiny moment of friction just to satisfy the ache you were feeling.

“Use me then, don’t tease me. I need you. I need you inside of me. Want you to ruin me.”

Your voice trailed into something softer as you began to hear yourself and felt a little flustered from it all. You were so desperate for him and he didn’t even have to ask. You were feeding his current ego sending even more blood rushing to his cock.

“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg. You need me that bad?”

“Yes! Yes, I need you that bad. Please, please stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”

He chuckled. Almost sinister.

“You want me to fuck you, yeah?”

Pushing his tip into your entrance, your breathing picked up and squeezed around him.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna squeeze me out clenching that hard.”

“Please, Chris. It’s been so long.”

Your eyes were pleading. Your body was suddenly hyper aware of how long it had been since you two had been intimate with each other. Your neediness was becoming unbearable. You needed him and he was having too much fun making you squirm. You tried to push yourself onto him further, which prompted Chan to grab your hips and keep you still.

“Don’t even try it.”

Before you got the chance to respond, Chan sheathed himself fully inside you. The thickness of his cock filling you up deliciously. It had been so long since he was inside you, it feel like he got bigger. His cock was so hard and was filling you up so well.

“Fuck, you feel so much bigger, baby. Fill me up so well.”

Chan’s head dropped into your neck, rolling his cock in and out of you agonizingly slow. You could feel each ridge of his dick and his groans were so close to your ear that your body just shivered and clenched around me.

“Chris, fuck. Please move faster. I can’t take this.”

His eyes blew wide as he looked down at you. An animalistic gaze glossing over his pupils. His breath, heavy and his hands squeezing at your body.

“Want me to move faster, huh? Want me to fuck you dumb is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes! Please. Please use me however you want fuck. I just need you to m~ah!

Thus began the beating of your precious little cunt at his mercy. He was drilling into you and he brought his hands under your lower back angling your body to hit every spot possible. His pace was erratic and his skin was beginning to become sticky. His tip barreling at your cervix with each thrust, your back was arched so far away from the bed.

Moans were in tandem with each other, being the only real communication now. Bring your body to become friendly with the bed beneath you again, your hands planted themselves into Chan’s back dragging down his skin, needed something to cling on to keep you grounded.

It felt so good and with the inconsistency of his thrusts, you could tell he was getting close.

“Fuck, Y/N. Cum with me. I need you to cum with me.”

You squeezed around him, his words bringing you closer to your peak than you thought.

“'m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine~fuck!”

He picked up the speed and within a blink, you felt his warm seed spread inside of you. You convulsed around him, the feeling of his cum inside of you sending you over your edge.

“Fuckin shit Y/N. Fuck that felt so good.”

He was panting and so were you, but you needed more. You brought yourself up to your elbows and then moved yourself up enough to be able to turn the both of you over so that you were on top now. His eyes became a little wide, trying to understand what it was you were doing.

“Y/N, baby you gotta give me a little bit o-”

You cut him off as you sank down on his cock, beginning to overstimulate him.

“I need more of you, Chris. I need so much of you, fuck!”

You rode him like you never had before. You were beyond desperate, chasing your fourth release of the night. His cock was hitting all new angles and made you feel even more full than you did moments prior. You were overstimulating him and his moans were doing nothing but stirring you on. As you bounced on him, the mixture of both of your arousals was dripping down his cock and pooling near his pelvis.

His moans were getting louder and louder, letting you know that he was getting close. For a moment you felt the power roles shift. And for just that moment you wanted to relish in it. Running your hand down his chest, you ran over his nipple before bringing your hand up to rest on his collarbone deciding your next move.

“Aww, look at you being taken care of. Bet you like this don’t you?”

Chan looked up and groaned at you, not really indulging in what you were saying as the mind fucked atmosphere shared between the two of you was beginning to cloud his mind. You don’t know where it came from, but as quick as the idea came, it went. You brought your hand back into the air, only to have it land across his cheek the sound sending shock waves to your previous confidence.

“I asked you a question.”

Chan smiled with his tongue in his cheek, amused by your little number.

“You think you’re cute don’t you?”

Submissive nature found its way back into you, the demeanor Chan was radiating sent you back to its familiar nature.

“I asked you a question Y/N…what’s the matter?” You panicked internally, knowing you just fucked up royally and that you were about to get your ass handed to you. His hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs, crippling any dominance that was lingering in you. His eyes were near black, his pupils dilated so far that the color of his iris was something only your memory could provide.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that. And I won’t lie, I liked it. But I think you need a bit of a reminder of who’s in charge.”

In an instant, Chan had taken your body and flipped you on your hands and knees. He was rougher than he had been all night. Carnality his only motive. He grabbed your hips again to position you how he wanted. He was stalking behind you and every breath he took landed back on your neck, sending shivers down your skin. Impatient and anxious of what he was planning next.

His large hand trailed down your back until he laced it in your hair gripping at the root to control your body to his liking. You moved with him, finding yourself being pressed against his chest. Chan rested his chin on your shoulder and nibbled at your earlobe, the sensation causing you to push back into him and feel his cock standing on edge again.

“I’m going to fuck you now in a way that will ruin you for anybody else. Understand?”

Not putting any faith in your voice, you nodded as best you could with Chan’s grip on your hair.

“Y/N…words.”

“Yes, yes I understand.”

You pushed your hips down again trying to feel something. Surprisingly Chan reciprocated, thrusting his cock between your thighs, slightly grazing in between your folds. You whined out needing him to be inside of you again.

“Chris, please fuck me.”

“Okay princess, but only because you said please.”

His tone was condescending and it sent a new kind of excitement rushing to your core. Chan let go of his tight grip on your hair and let you fall forward back onto the bed. He lined himself up with your entrance not wasting any time with teasing which you were silently thanking him for.

He always filled you up so nicely. No matter how many times you had him, the feeling of him sliding in and bottoming out always felt as good as the first time. You were too gone to care about how you sounded, your moans overpowering his as he fully slipped himself into you.

The pace he was setting was unrelenting and feral. Pounding himself so that your cunt would mold perfectly to the shape of him. His hand found itself in your hair again but instead of pulling you up he was smushing your face into the sheets beneath you.

“Who’s pussy is this, huh?”

You whimpered and squeezed around him, not prepared for him to start talking. Displeased with your silence he asked again, punctuating each word with a thrust that was harder than the last.

“Answer. Me. Who’s. Pussy. Is. This?”

You screamed out, the stimulation becoming almost too much.

“Fuck! It’s yours! It’s your pussy, Chris.”

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes and fall across your nose, melting into the bed sheets. Without warning, Chan pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. The lack of his cock inside of you pulled whines out of you. Your tears fell a little more rapidly as you were so close to another orgasm and it was just stolen from you. Chan moved the hair from your face and stared down at you. He reentered you and your back arched, any stimulation bring you so close to your edge. An arrogant smile decorated his mouth as he saw your tear stains and wet lashes.

“Aww, is it too much for your little pussy, baby? Need me to stop?”

“Nonono. N-need your c-cock. Please, daddy. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me”

A rigid pace attacked your flowery cunt, overstimulating you immediately. Chan’s thumb found your delicate clit and started to rub soft circles. You moaned out loudly, your throat feeling hoarse from all the damage you were inflicting on it. You grabbed at the sheets, Chan’s back, anything you could to keep you on the bed. It was too much. It felt too good.

“Look at my pretty baby. Can’t even take all of me anymore. Crying all over my cock. Gonna cum soon baby?”

You nodded and whimpered out a small yes trying to focus on every sensation that was ripping through you at this moment.

“Where do you want me, baby?”

You opened your eyes, staring at him showing how desperate you really were.

“I-inside. Inside me.”

Chan groaned out and picked up the pace of his thrusts. The thought of him cumming inside of you always bringing him right to the precipice of ecstasy.

“Yeah, want me to fill you up till you can’t take any more of me? Till I’m spilling out of you.”

You clenched around him so hard you were almost pushing him out of you. His words amplified everything you were feeling.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Chan was beginning to feel the mind fog of sex again and he was saying anything that came to mind. Unlocking doors for you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Want me to fill you up and make you a fuckin mommy, huh?”

Your eyes blew wide before they rolled back immersing you completely in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Chris, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum again! Fill me up again. Wanna feel all of you~ah!”

“Fuck Y/N. Take it. Take it all.”

Chan’s hand came up to your throat pressing on the pressure points just enough to bring you to the brink of your arousal. With one more roll of his thumb, you were squeezing and gushing around him.

“Fucking shit! Chris!”

His name became a mantra. Something that reminded you that this was real and not a dream. You were really being demolished like this by him. Both of your moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom, making a cacophony of sounds for anyone on the outside to catch. Chan’s thrusts almost transformed into scoops as he blew his seed inside your velvet walls one last time. Making sure that none of it had the chance to escape.

With nothing but heavy breathing and sweat being shared between you two, Chan’s body collapsed onto yours, his head nestling into your neck. Finding the strength to get off of you, he pulled out of you as well. Looking down at your swollen pussy, his cum was leaking out a bit, to which he took two of his fingers to push it back inside of you.

Your body jerked. Completely overstimulated. You shuddered and squeezed around his fingers before he took them out completely.

“Sorry.”

An airy chuckle followed his words as he laid down next to you. Popping back up as he had a thought.

“Wait, lemme go grab something.”

You were too fucked out to respond and honestly were still trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, a small smile spreading across your face. Your eyes opened again when you felt Chan’s hand on your leg trying to move them to open a bit more. You saw he had a warm, wet cloth in his hand and opened your legs the rest of the way so he could clean you up. You grimaced at the feeling, still sensitive from all the damage just bestowed on you.

Chan looked up as he heard a small hiss come from you, a small frown starting to take shape on his own face. Finishing the preliminary cleanup, he tossed the rag towards the hamper in his room and he laid back next to you.

“Was I too much? I’m so sorry if it was”

You slowly turned your head, trying to silently let Chan know to not start rambling. You spoke before he could again, in hopes to calm his worries before more could arise.

“Chris, if it was ever too much I would’ve told you. Think that was the best sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“Really? You’re okay?”

“Look, if that’s what being stressed does to you, by all means, use me whenever because god damn. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”

“Okay, as long as you’re okay then I’m alright.”

You turned over to face him and draw shapes onto his chest.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love how we normally are. But that here and there…”

You trailed off, whistling to end your sentence instead of using words. Chan smiled lightly, moving his hand down to find yours and lace your fingers with his.

“And what was that about making me a mommy?” It was so easy to tease him now, seeing that Chan was starting to relax. Instantly his ears went red and he tried to cover his face.

“Gosh, don’t repeat it back to me.”

“You’re the one that said it!”

You both laughed letting the topic fade into the air not wanting to push much further.

“I mean, one day I’d like to.”

You smiled as you looked up at him.

“That would be nice. Not now obviously, but sometime in the future.”

Silence fell over you. You knew he was holding back verbally about how he was feeling and you wanted to make sure that he was alright in full. You squeezed his hand to grab his focus.

“You ready to talk about everything? Or are you still on edge about it?”

He sighed, knowing that there was no way you were gonna let him get away without speaking about his feelings. Even when he thought he could, you always found a way to pull it out of him.

“Yeah…yeah, I guess I should talk about it.”

You thought for a moment.

“Why don’t we run a bath and you can tell me everything while we’re in there. We’ll clean up and have a therapy session all in one.”

You pointed at your head as if you just discovered the most mind-blowing idea. Chan chuckled as he nodded along.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You both got up from the bed and began to gather what you would need after getting out the bath. Before you even choose a set of clothes to put on you heard a voice echo through the dorm that you recognized as Changbin’s.

“Whenever you guys are done fucking, we’re thinking of going to get dinner.”

You both looked at each other, horror and embarrassment filling your faces. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You closed it and then opened it again, finding your words.

“I hope they didn’t hear all that.”

Chan raised his hands in defeat.

“Let’s just not think or ask about it.”

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a/n: hope whoever comes across this enjoys it. i had fun writing it! as always requests or asks are currently open :)

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BETTER WHEN IT FEELS WRONG

📓One-shot, Explicit, Complete (5.8k) 🖤Lee Know x Reader 🪐College AU 🏷️Slight angst, jealousy, tsundere galore Minho who is next level whipped, that’s why there’s fluff frosting, mention of dubcon purely as a taboo fantasy, public unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, oral sex. Filth y’all. It’s filth. 📬 Requested by anon 🕸️

You and Minho are two friends attached at the hip. He wants to be attached to your hip alright, but from a different angle. If only you stopped frustrating the crap out of him by insisting on not taking the hint.

Or pretending that you don’t.

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It's like you purposely bring her up. Is it to remind me or you?

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jikseud · 2 years

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Huhu y'all hear me out, a Pilot Chan smut where he fucks y/n, who is a cabin crew, in the lavatory on a long flight and they almost get caught and maybe put details like, there was a turbulence etc and they're looking for the captain jwbxiwsndianaka huhu I hope y'all get me😭😭😭

and pls pls pls tag me if ever🥺🥺🥺

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You ever read a fanfiction so, so fucking good that when you're done reading it, you're kinda disoriented? Like the place you were reading it in seems unfamiliar because the story sucked you into the fucking fifth dimension with how good it was? Unparalleled feeling.

Fanfic writers are an absolute gift to humanity.

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2:47 A.M.

Owen x Reader

2:39 A.M.

tick tick tick…

The clock kept on making that sound. Reminding you of every second that passed by.

You started to bounce your foot on the floor. Your anxiety getting the best of you.

What if he’s hurt? What if he’s drunk and passed out? What if he’s-

Your phone vibrated.

You grabbed your phone in milliseconds. Thinking it was him.

2:41 A.M.

“Hi! Tell Owen to get home safe!”

Shelly sent you a message. She was probably at the party. The party for cyclers before the competition that Light Cavalry was competing in.

Your not a cyclist. But you try. Always been to his competitions. His parties. Met his parents. But you always felt that you were forcing yourself into his life. Like he was trying to force himself into yours.

Your a college student. Going traditional. Not a world known cyclist. Not from Manchester. Not Shelly.

You met him in Seoul. When he went to Sunny high, wanting to meet Shelly. In search of his childhood friend. But what you don’t know, was that you were the greatest treasure that he found.

And you never were insecure of Shelly and Owen’s relationship. They were bestfriends. Nothing more. Plus, Shelly liked someone else.

But he liked her, didn’t he? What if he’s out there with her? What if he’s-

Ding dong

2:44 A.M.

You stood up. Walking to the door. Scared to see what stood behind it. You looked through the peephole.

It was him.

2:45 A.M.

“Owen, where the hell have you been?”

You saw him ten hours ago. He told you he was going to a party to promote his crew. But he didn’t tell you where the party was. He hasn’t been telling you a lot of things lately.

You got into a fight ten hours ago too. You were mad that he’s been going to parties a lot recently and He had to take a flight to london soon . That you’re not ready for. Trying to subconsciously distance yourself from him to see him again in a few months.

Even though you guys lived together, you always felt like you weren’t as close to him.

Not as close as he was to Shelly.

“Relax. I was at the party remember?”

He replied walking into the apartment. You shut the door.

“Till THREE in the morning?” Your attitude showing in your tone.

“It’s not three! It’s-“ Owen fumbled for his phone in his pocket. Grabbing his phone and showing you his lock screen. A picture of him holding you in the air after he won the biggest competition of his life. Holding you tightly around your waist with your feet up in the air. Smiling at you like you were the trophy.

“It is 2:46 A.M. “ the last number on the screen turning to seven. “2:47 A.M. thirteen minutes ‘til three” The blonde exclaimed in a proud way.

“Still” was all you could reply with. Using the same attitude in your voice.

“Why does it matter?” Owen replied. Projecting the same attitude.

“I was up till THREE in the morning waiting for you. You don’t know how worried I was!”

“I told you I was going to a party!”

“But you never told me when you were at the party! Doing God knows what! With-“

You looked at him. His hair a little messier. His shirt looked a little stretched out.

That little pang of jealousy hitting your heart again.

“With?” Owen repeated.

“You know what nevermind” you told him. Not wanting to explain anymore. You didn’t even want to hear you say it.

“No, who were you gonna say?” Owen pestered.

“With” you took a breath. Voice cracking the tiniest amount. “Shelly”

Owen scoffed.

“I’ve been with you for two years. “ He simply stated.

“You’ve known Shelly since childhood”

You simply stated.

“Ok, but God y/n” Owen let out a sigh.

“I love you”

You looked into his eyes. Seeing the sadness behind it.

“But you loved her first” You said. Finally staring at him.

He knew what you were trying to say. You couldn’t help it. It was the truth. And that’s why he remained silent.

Owen and Shelly could have been the classic childhood friends to lovers. But that didn’t happen. Jay and you were in the picture. You’ve known Owen since Sunny High. You guys were close friends but it wasn’t until two years later you met him again in New York.

You were doing an internship and Owen was visiting the MSH crew. You guys fucked in a bathroom at a MSH member’s party and haven’t kept your hands off of each other since. Friends with benefits until two years ago Owen made it official. Saying the “L word” and you said it immediately back.

You and Owen moved back to Seoul a couple months ago and moved in with him. Living in a luxurious apartment that Owen and your’s parents can afford (hey, that’s the truth)

Owen stepped towards you. Cupping your face in his hands.

“I love you y/n. No one else. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. But we weren’t talking and now I’m starting to wonder, Do you not love me?” Owen said. Sadness in the mist of his deep blue eyes. Owen’s always a playful, confident, and condescending person. So there’s barely any moments where he’s vulnerable or hurt. That is, until he met you. Where he could be himself 100% of the time. Not putting up a sly act. Showing you all the time his personality with no band aid.

“Owen I-“ you wanted to tell him. You loved him too. That you felt insignificant. That you were insecure of his relationship with Shelly. Like you weren’t made for his life.

“I reek of alcohol. I need to take a shower” He let go of your face. Walking past you. You saw his figure walk past the living room. Seeing his reflection in the floor to ceiling windows. Showing Seoul and its busy nightlife. The other buildings full of color and life.

He walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door. And you let out a tear.

What have you done? Hes going to London in two days. How can you make it up to him. Show him that you care? That you truly love him?

Well this was um… a creative idea

You walked into the bathroom. Taking each piece of clothing off. Slowly. The bathroom was big. The floor to ceiling walls providing light in the already dim bathroom. Giving off a warm tone in the bathroom.

You slowly walked to the glass door that led to the huge shower.

And there he was.

Whole body immersed in the water. The running water covering his toned body and defined his muscles. Droplets coming out of Owen’s soaking platinum hair. Hand against the knob of the shower. Turning the temperature to hot even though he usually takes cold showers.

But he knew you were there.

But Owen didn’t turn around. He just stood there.

So you had to make the first move. Take assertions. Like you should have done earlier.

You placed your hands on his triceps feeling them lightly. Then you placed a gentle kiss on the right side of his back. Then another one. His back started to tense up. His back muscles were something godly. You always adored his back muscles and found yourself staring at them for too long.

You slowly moved up from his back to his neck still placing kisses as you moved up. Owen let out a sigh. So quiet that you only heard it because your watching Owen’s every move. Trying to see his reactions.

You finally got to his neck. The kisses getting deeper. You started to suck on his neck. Making sure to leave a bruise. Not wanting to mark him or be possessive, but as a sign of knowing that he was yours in a loving way. Then kissing the spot lightly to make it better.

After a few moments of leaving hickeys, you started to let the tip of your nose trail to his ear. Nibbling on his ear almost. You then whispered

“Let me make it up to you”

You weren’t face to face with him but you could see the smirk on his face appear.

“On your knees”

A/N ☾

Hi!! First time posting on here. Still trying to navigate this shit lol. Anywho, If your reading this, I hope you liked it!! I’ll make a part two if y’all want. Sorry for any grammatical and comprehensive errors :)

please lmk if u want me to write anything. Ok bye!

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