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1kook · 4 years

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jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin wc: not even 2k lol notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread

Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

Which is why he feels bad when he tells you he can’t tonight, right after your fingers toy with the waistband of his joggers—he came here straight after the gym, smelly and stinky and gross, because if he had stopped at his home, he’d most likely lose the energy to come see you tonight, and after the week you’ve had he couldn’t do that to you—and your lips trail across his neck. He’d felt terrible, watching the tiny pout on your lips as you registered his confession, and even worse when you smoothed it over and assured him all was right so long as he was here beside you.

It’s been twenty minutes now, and Jungkook was out of it. Was it the guilt from not being able to please you? You, who had done everything in your power to grant Jungkook the happiest six months of his life thus far. Guilt... or shame that he was so tired he couldn’t please you, his literal goddess. He wasn’t sure, and between being caught up in those thoughts, and balancing the bowl of popcorn on his lap, his brain can’t keep up. The popcorn tumbles over after a particularly jerky movement from him, the buttery food toppling onto your lap where it immediately sets into your tiny shorts.

“Jungkook!” You gasp in surprise, hopping to your feet to brush the oil away quickly. He sputters into action, rounding up the sullied popcorn bits and dumping them back into the bowl—it had no use now anyway. “Ah,” you say, when the chaos dies over and you’re left greasy from the food. “I’m gonna go get changed real quick, okay?”

“Wait—I’m sorry,” he sighs, catching your wrist in his hand. You pause, regarding him with curious eyes as you watch him slump over in his seat. “I’m fucking up real bad tonight, aren’t I?”

You plop down beside him, and Jungkook feels even worse seeing how sleek your thighs are with popcorn oil. “You’ve done nothing wrong, baby,” you assure him, brushing a hand down the nape of his neck. He relaxes into the touch. “Well, you did waste all that popcorn and get me dirty, but!” He rolls his eyes, obsesses over the quirk of your smile a little too much to be normal. “Nothing my little Rumba and a shower won’t fix.”

He groans as he leans back into the couch, and you chuckle at his dramatics. You shift, and his eyes flicker down to your legs again. “Take these off,” he huffs, doesn’t realize the implications of his words until you’re kneeling beside him in a little black thong. He folds your shorts around, figures if they’re dirty they might as well get dirtier as he wipes your thighs with the cotton.

“My hero,” you tease, wiggle your shoulders at him, and that’s when it hits him.

He gives your body a brief once over, doesn’t miss the way your thighs shift about the longer he stares at you. A lightbulb goes off somewhere, and he’s tossing your shorts to the ground, tugging you into his lap. “Baby,” you laugh, body pliant against his palms as he shifts you about. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss to your mouth, and part of him revels in the way your lips drop open so easily for him, a tiny exhale escaping you as he pecks your lips a couple more times. “Come here,” he says, ignoring your question as he spreads his legs wide, maneuvering you to sit in the open space between with your legs thrown over one leg, upper body thrown over the other.

“Jungkook,” you warn once the realization hits you, but he shushes you by ducking down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he murmurs, grabs the knee closest to him in one hand, slowly trailing his palm across the meat of your thighs.

You say no more as you melt into his hold, and part of Jungkook is happy to see that he has the same effect on you as you do on him. He massages your inner thigh a little more, let’s his fingers barely brush against the fabric of your thong. “So good to me,” he says, and the noise from the tv fades away as his ears hone in on the shaky exhales leaving your throat.

Your lower lip trembles when he makes eye contact with you, awaiting his first move. When he finally does run his palm over your mound, your hips arch deliciously into the air. “Woah, woah,” he chuckles, pressing his other hand down against your hip to hold you down, though it eventually let’s go in favor of smoothing over your stomach and ribs.

“Jungkook,” you huff, and he hums, pressing his thumb down over your bud. “J-Jungkook!” You gasp, hips swiveling at the sudden contact. He shushes you, rubs his thumb in circles as you continue to twitch and wiggle about.

You were so sensitive, and he was so in love.

“So pretty,” he tells you, stretching his fingers down to rub over your clothed folds. You moan, and your ability to stay still slowly begins to wither away as he presses harder and harder into you. “Just wanna fuck your pretty little brains out,” he admits,

Your back arches, and his big t-shirt slides down (up?) your body, pooling just before the swell of your breasts. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, had felt your soft chest when you’d hugged him at the door. He pushes your shirt out of the way, massaging your boobs. You cry out at the sensation, hips circling up into his palm.

“More, more,” you whine, legs and arms stretching out wildly the faster he rubs his thumb over your clit. But it’s not enough, Jungkook Can tell by the way your brow furrows and the way you press his hand tighter against your breast.

“Take these off for me, doll,” he encourages, tugging at the hem of your thong and watches the way it rolls into itself the further down it goes, until you’re kicking it off your ankle with no consideration. He knocks your knees apart, can’t help but salivate at the glistening folds that present themselves to him.

“So wet, and tight,” he mumbles, dives his finger down just barely between your folds. You squeal, bucking into his palm. “And so, so responsive.”

“Please, just touch… touch me,” you cry out, grinding into his palm.

“Don’t worry your pretty head off, sweetheart,” Jungkook assures you, slides the point of his middle finger past your folds and into your core. You’re tighter than he remembers, but so warm and inviting. “Wanna make you cum and cum, until you’re shaking,” he says, and though he’s become so riled up by seeing you like this, his heart still flutters when you grab onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunched between your clenched fist.

Without the presence of that skimpy thing, there’s nothing that stops him from pressing his thumb against your clit. You positively mewl at the touch, your leg sporadically kicking out, sending a throw pillow tumbling off the couch.

“Oh—oh!” You weep, hands desperate to hold anything, anything, and they find their place wrapped around his bicep and grappling onto the side of the couch cushion. Jungkook basks in your reactions, reaches both hands down to rub against your dripping pussy. Every touch of his fingers to your most sensitive parts riles you up more and more, hips bucking into his palm, only to jerk away right after.

“Keep still,” Jungkook coos, smooths a palm over your stomach to push you down again. You moan, the simple touch sending tingles down your spine. And when you squirm about again and end up with a foot dangling off the side of the couch, face so close and overwhelmed, Jungkook can’t help but slot his mouth against yours for the briefest of moments.

It’s apparently the wrong thing to do, because when he pulls away, you're nearly sobbing and desperate for more. “Jungkookie, ther—there!!” You shriek, use the foot on the ground to push your hips up into his palm.

He lets you, mostly because it’s usually Jungkook desperate and horny for you, so to see you quivering and sobbing on his lap, pussy spread out for him to toy with, it boosts something inside of him. He gives your clit another few rubs, swallows the loud moan that threatens to escape, before trailing his hand further down your center.

“No, no,” you cry, looking at Jungkook with watery eyes. Your skin is so warm, every inch soft under his roaming palms. “I’ll cum, Jungkook, I-I’ll com—“

He silences you with another kiss, and for someone who loves you so much, he absolutely adores the way your lips tremble against his, the more distraught you become. “That’s the plan, doll,” he huffs out a quiet chuckle, smiles down at you as your face twists in pleasure.

“Koo—Kook!” You sob, hips bucking wildly into his palm, and Jungkook doesn’t even try to hold you down anymore, let’s you squirm and flail about as you chase your high. His fingers don’t slow either, rubbing against your glistening folds and your clit, until you’re sobbing his name some more.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he croons, reaching down to massage your breasts again. You cry out, flailing wildly. Your back arches so prettily, Jungkook thinks you could have been a renaissance statue, and you come.

“J-Jungkook,” you weep, body releasing a tiny series of twitches as your pleasure washes over you, and you cum all over his hand. He tries his best to keep it from staining your couch, but you come so much that he can barely push it back into you. “Jungkookie,” you whisper a second time, when the waves are beginning to slow and his fingers become too much.

He rushed to reassure you he’s still there, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Right here, baby,” he murmurs, kissing down your face until he’s sucking against the soft spot behind your ear.

“Fuck,” you murmur, limbs still loose and weak against him.

He hums, pumps his fingers into you one last time, much to your surprise, because he loved the slick feeling of your warm heat enveloping him. “Feel good?” He asks, and you release another pitiful whine when his fingers curl inside of you. He muffles a smile against your jaw.

“Uh huh,” you groan, hips twitching again. You clench around his digits, and Jungkook wonders just how many more times he can unravel you tonight.

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rendezvousrenjun · 4 years

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idk u.

✰ pairing: jeno x reader (strangers ➝ lovers) ✰ genre: angst + fluff ✰ word count: 2.6k ✰ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of cheating

✰ synopsis : you just needed somewhere to sit in the morning. never thought it would end up with crying over a dumb boy and riding on the back of his motorcycle.

procrastination. You were extremely familiar to it and the overwhelming stress that came with waking up at 3 am and realizing you haven’t started your work yet.

This meant rushing to complete that workload almost everyday on the way to your morning classes. Which, you still question yourself, why you made your schedule play out like that instead of registering for afternoon ones?

Anyways,,, today you were ultra struggling because there was not one available table in sight to plop yourself down at and finish this one tedious assignment right before entering class

Sure, you could’ve gone to the school’s library, or maybe a cafe---but they were both so far from class and why would you when there were a couple of tables right here!! Around the main hall!! Yet they were unavailable

You had two options. Option one was to just say screw it and not complete the work. Option two was to gather strength and just sit across from one of the individuals who preoccupied the tables.

Much to your confusion, apart from being a procrastinator you are also a perfectionist. Those two traits were never meant to clash,,, but here you are now making your way to the closest table perpendicular to your classroom which happened to be taken by a boy who seemed like he wasn’t doing any work at all.

What a waste of a table

You hastily blurt out “hi im y/n sorry for the abrupt greetings but can i sit with you?”

The boy takes out one airpod and looks up at you, eyes almost rolling back, nods his head in a very slow and dragged out manner before averting his gaze back down at his phone.

“Great thank you so much” you immediately fling your bag and belongings onto the table, breaking out your pencil pouch and pens to get back to writing-- constantly checking the time as if you were on the game-show minute to win it

You’re so consumed by your highlighting that you fail to notice the boy across from you peeking up and subtly smiling to himself at how determined and tense you look to finish

“Shoot shoot shoot” you scold yourself under your breath as you check the time once more before shoving everything into your bag, and getting up to see your other classmates making their way inside

You’re about to go inside before you realize that the boy across from you hasn’t moved

“Hey aren’t you coming?”

“I’m not in that class” his voice more soothing than you had expected it to sound

“Oh,,,,, then why are yo- actually nevermind” you just need to BLAST

Thanks to that mysterious edgy boy you were able to turn in the assignment and receive a passing grade.

The next morning you thought you would’ve learned your lesson, but yet again you are rushing against the clock.

And again you see that boy.

“Hello good sir uh can i sit here again??? Sorry…” you apologize but you are already sitting down and pulling out materials. “I forgot to ask about your name by the way,,how rude of-”

“Jeno” this is the first time he makes eye contact with you for this long. Neither of you break it, and when he talks again your eyes trace back to his lips, “shouldn’t you keep working?”

“Oh right, right” you snap back into reality. This goes on for a couple days, or maybe even a couple weeks.

There’s curiosity gnawing at you; wait what department is he from? How does he get to school so early? Is he actually listening to music? What’s he doing on his phone?

You don’t realize you’ve let his name slip a couple times with your friends (more like one friend let’s be real here) until they bring it up.

“And then this morning he was like ‘you’re late’ which means he anticipates me to sit with him right??? But i said ‘maybe you’re just early, ever thought about that lee jeno’ and he was all like ‘my bad’ like dang okay…” you stretch over to grab the coffee jaemin bought that day. It was extremely bitter.

“Wait who again??” jaemin looks up at you from the floor, almost snapping his neck at the name.

“Lee jeno” you repeat slowly, a bit surprised by his reaction.

“Do you have a picture?” “ uh no” “mMMmMMMMMMMMMmmm I might know him”

“whAT, how??? Yo lowkey give me so fill me in with information I’ve been trying to talk to him about…stuff,,,,”

Jaemin gets up from the floor and joins you on the bed, the both of you cross-legged and facing each other. “Okay so you remember the best friend I told you about the first time we met at study group?”

“no way that was jeno?”

“Yea.. basically he changed a lot once we got to senior year high school. I think it had something to do with his family and like his ex-girlfriend at the time, but it really upset me. He didn’t let anyone get close to him; it was as if he became some type of dry wall i guess?” You nod your head as you listen intently to what jaemin had to say. There were a couple things you found out about jeno which you weren’t too sure you were even allowed to know. As if you violated his privacy.

For example, Lee jeno has really bad trust issues. Jaemin thinks it’s due to the fact his girlfriend of four years cheated him at the same time Jeno found out his dad had another family in Singapore.

Lee jeno started riding a motorcycle senior year. Jaemin said it was a way to rebel and stop riding in his dad’s car.

And lastly, that lee jeno likes, as in loves cats.

“But hey, don’t think of catching feelings for him anytime soon okay? I feel like you’ll regret it.”

“Oh please…. Me? Liking lee jeno??? Pshhhhhh never!” you push jaemin off the bed. But really you were already scared. You were already fond of your table-mate.

The next day you honestly could not see jeno the same.

“Good morning sir”

“Yea.”

Today was one of those rare days you actually had nothing to work on. I guess you could call that a miracle.

“You have nothing to do today? That’s crazy” jeno puts his phone down to make eye contact with you. You found that as time went on, he did that more often.

“I would be offended but I’m honestly genuinely surprised myself”

You are caught off guard by Jeno’s laugh. Maybe this is the first time you’ve heard it in the past two months you’ve known him. You notice the way his eyes smile along with him and maybe it was the lack of caffeine, or the chaotic side of you that jumped out because you don’t remember saying “cute”.

Jeno’s smile immediately begins to dissipate.

Oh fuck he heard you,,, YOU DIDN’T EVEN HEAR YOURSELF WTF hiufegkhglh;orehqo ihwelk

Jeno just gets up and begins to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

You want to deny that you felt this way. That you felt like you’ve been rejected. Despite it being a casual compliment, you should’ve thought twice,, no ONCE before blurting it out considering jeno’s background.

For the next couple days you did not see jeno at the table. It upset you. But then again, did jeno ever consider you his friend the same way you did? With all the mini relaxed conversations between you two, at least an acquaintance right? Were you being too attached?

You didn’t mean for lee jeno to hit like this.

The day you realize you caught feelings was when you saw jeno in the main hall carrying his motorcycle helmet and heading over to the vending machines. You could tell he was making small talk with someone from his department. Maybe it was a good time to greet him again?

When you walk up to him you did not expect him to still be upset with you. “Hi Jeno” you timidly say, an awkward hand coming up to wave.

The look he gives you makes you feel disgusting, like a piece of dog shit that he accidentally stepped on. It makes you feel small.

“Do you know her jeno?”

“No.”

He immediately leaves. You’re left standing there. Did that just happen?Maybe you were being a big sensitive baby who got affected by the littlest things but the next thing you know you were bawling in the main hall. Gosh dARN It jUST suck IT Upppp what are you??????? Some type of ??? idk SHOoot another tear

Jaemin finds you sitting at that dumb table after class and he tries to pat your head, trying to comfort you with his baby shushing sounds. He catches sight of Jeno who begins to pass by to get to the parking lot.

“HEY LEE JENO!” Jeno freezes dead in his tracks. It’s been awhile since he’s heard that voice. He doesn’t have enough time to turn around because Jaemin’s hand is already making him. “Apologize.”

“Get your hand off me.”

“Not to me, but to y/n. I don’t know what you did, but do it. Apologize.”

“I don’t know her though.”

“It’s fine Jaemin, don’t make a scene.” both of them look over to see you walking towards them. jeno shakes off jaemin’s grip and makes his way outside.

“It was a dumb thing to get upset over anyways.” You quietly mumble to yourself.

The next day you realize you shouldn’t even regret calling jeno cute. It was so harmless! It was literally just a tiny compliment! But your thoughts recall the past and how tiny compliments might’ve been triggering. It’s fine though. You don’t have time to think about this because at least now you have the table all to yourself to do work at.

Which is what you were doing until someone sits across from you.

A hand extends out palm face up, in it a piece of paper folded into an origami cat.

“Who are you again?” you say looking up to see jeno. The eye contact is stronger than ever today.

“Please take my apologetic cat”

“Are you just going to ignore me again?”

“I’m sorry. You probably didn’t mean any harm, I just was taken aback and remembered a couple of things. It didn’t give me an excuse to act like that though. I’m sorry.” he takes the cat between his thumb and index finger and bounces it, little meows leaving his lips from time to time to try to show his sincerity

.A grin blossoms on your lips and you accept his apology cat.

“Open it when you have time.” he gets up to leave again.“Where are you going?”

“You’re going to be late, I didn’t want to distract you any longer.”

Damn that was kind of sweet, maybe jaemin really did knock some sense into him.

You ended up opening the folded paper in class towards the end of the lecture. “Hey y/n… i was really dumb sorry. I acted really immature and got mad, real dick move, real SMALL BRAIN move right there… it’s a long story on why I turned out like this, and maybe I can tell you sometime? You know…. When you aren’t trying to finish assignments five minutes before they’re due?? Or not.. Haha that’s dumb..unless…. Um yea anyways I owe you!! This apology cat can be exchanged for one favor so feel free to ask. Again i was dumb. - lee ‘small brain’ jeno”

You try not to laugh in class, your hand covering your face in an attempt to keep the giggles from spilling out. “Btw turn the paper over” you check the back and there lies jeno’s phone number

You felt bad not telling jaemin that you and jeno had started hanging out pretty frequently after you guys exchanged numbers.

It was scary how things escalated so quickly. How you were able to reach jeno over his wall still was a question even you could not answer.

One day jeno invited you over to his dorm, which you weren’t too sure was a good idea at first, but jeno insisted that he wanted you two to do work right away so you guys could just talk comfortably at the table instead of being stressed first thing in the morning.

“It’s for the sake of our bonding experiences y/n, just trust me.”

“Wow kinda weird how we switched roles huh? See how hard it was for me to approach you and get you to be acquainted with me?”

“B O N D I N G E X P E R I E N C E”

You ended up going over to his dorm. Jeno already knew you were most likely going to say yes, so he prepared another helmet for you.

“Oh hell nah, I’m not riding your motorcycle dude.”

“I promise I drive safe.”

“I’ll just walk alongside you”

“You can hold onto me, don’t worry.”

Holding onto jeno you could feel how warm his body was, especially with this new found adrenaline with you by his side.

“You play the guitar?” you point over to the case laying in the corner while you two worked on his bed, backs against the wall.

“Yea, it really helped during that one dark time in my life I told you about.”

“Can you play a song for me?”

“Is this the favor?”

“Mmm i guess so, I have the cat in my wallet let me give it to you.”

“No, it’s okay you can keep it.” He removes his laptop from his lap and climbs over to the bed. He stops two steps in and turns to look at you. “Just grant me a favor in return.”

“Okay, sure.” The expression on his face seemed as if he already knew what it was. He picks up the guitar an starts strumming to the tune of butterflies by queen naija, humming along to the song.

There’s a warm feeling that grows as you begin to adorn his features. The way his fingers delicately place themselves on the strings, or his concentrated expression, or the way his body holds the guitar against it. It’s warm. Really warm.

“Hey jeno? I think I need to go.” you say, realizing it was going to be a terrible idea to keep feeling this way. Jaemin’s warning suddenly being brought back to you. I can’t feel this attached again.

“y/n. Wait.”

“Mm?” you turn back to look at him standing close to you, your hand leaving the handle of his front door. He puts his guitar down, and looks at you again.

He was looking at you with almost concern, as if he wanted to make sure this moment remained a memory for a long time. Was he going to say something bad?

“I’m afraid too.”

You’re breathing quickens, as if you’ve been holding it in for the past hour and now is the only time you’ve exhaled. “You’re afraid?”

“C-can I ask you my favor now?” you give him a nod.

“Please take care of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m asking you to date me.”

“are you trying to make fun of me right now? Because this isn’t funny jeno.”

“No, I seriously like you. A lot. And it scares me because I don’t want you to leave.” jeno begins to tear up and you feel like you’ve misplaced your foot again, misplaced your words and intentions.

Your hands make their way around jeno’s neck and you pull him into a hug tighter than when you were holding him on his motorcycle.

“Jeno” your voice is soft spoken against his ear, “I’m afraid you’ll break my heart just as much.” You feel him embrace you even harder as a way to tell you no. As a way to give you reassurance.

It’s weird. To trust somebody like this. But just like how you don’t know when the next time you’ll finish your assignments earlier, or like how jeno doesn’t know the next time someone will leave him, you two don’t know what will happen if you don’t give falling in love a try.

a/n: so i totally accidentally deleted this... but yes tell me if you guys want a part two or these type of bulleted lists more! <3

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jkjelly-sea · 6 years

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worth it ♡ lee felix

genre: fluff, comedy (?)

group: stray kids

rewind!au: 1980s

word count: 1708

warnings: swearing, making out it’s light but yk

a/n: okay okay so i thought A LOT about IT wrote this (the movie it) so ig this would be like an IT!au + so the members kinda act like the characters + when you read kinda just picture it taking place at the quarry from the movie ♡ ♡ + what their town looked like also i used this ♡ ♡ to help me write this but took out the nsfw part of it okay im done bye bye

“Do a flip!!”

“No, you fucking idiot I’ll break my neck!”

“Pussy!”

It was summertime, your favorite, you and your friends were down at the quarry not too far from your houses. You always went here, whether anyone was with you or you were just by yourself. It’s sorta like an escape— a safe haven.

Han Jisung, a good kid, really— good in school and has good manners, just dared Lee Felix to do a flip off the cliff into the water; Lee Minho—he’s a sweetie, too, just acts like a dick, then just called him a pussy. That’s just the normal, Minho likes picking with everyone. And then there’s Felix...

He’s your friend, just like the others, but maybe you’re closer. He took you to that one school dance that you didn’t want to go to but your parents forced you to anyways. He said he would make it better, which he did— he brought your jeans and one of his hoodies (your favorite of his) so you could get out of that fucking dress, then you snuck out and went to a diner nearby. Afterward he walked you home.

"Sooooo um...did you have fun,” he asked you when you reached the block before yours. You dragged out a “mmhm” as you finished the milkshake he brought you from the diner. When you got to your block, it was really late, so you thought it would be better to come in the house through your bedroom window; your parents were used to you coming home late and going straight to bed, but it was a little past midnight— they thought you were already in bed alssep hours ago. Before Felix helped you up the window, he gave you a present. A kiss. Which was really awkward and unexpected, but it was good. Flustered, you went to open your mouth and say something but Felix shushed you and rushed you into the house, saying about how it’s “so late” and other things like “your parents are gonna fucking kill me, just go inside already!” He laughed a little as he spoke, trying to hide the fact that he was flustered too, and you swore that his laugh was the best sound on earth. So from now on, you’ve known he likes you. And you started to like him, too.

But still just friends.

“Why won’t you do a flip, Felix~?” you teased, while you sat back against the huge rock on the cliff, toying with the dials on the radio.

“Do you want me to die?!”

“She might,” Jisung said, sarcastically. Felix shot him a look that told him ‘shut the fuck up’.

“I think it would be pretty impressive, ya know?” You teased him farther, causing his face to turn a bright red (and you were sure it wasn’t the sun, this kid brought two and a half bottles of sunscreen).

“Ugh, all of you shut up,” Minho said suddenly, while he flipped through the pages of his book.

But then you got an idea, a dumb one. A really fucking dumb one.

“Yo, watch out! Let me do it!”

You got up from the rocks and ran over to the edge of the cliff to Felix. You lightly hit his chest twice and told him “Watch this”. You honestly weren’t afraid of doing it; you took gymnastics for like a month when you were 12 so you’re actually a professional.

You took a few steps back and ran up to the very end of the cliff and jumped off. You managed a successful flip but completely fucked up on the landing. There were rocks on the quarry floor that aren’t a problem if you land the flips correctly. But you didn’t; you hit your left forearm on one of the bigger rocks and broke it.

So then the next day...

You were just leaving the house to go down to a “super secret hiding place” that you and Felix would go to every now and then. Like, when you needed to get away from everything and everyone and you needed someone to talk to (and most of the times cry on) so you wouldn’t do something you regretted. But, honestly, this place was not hidden, just no one knew you went here. It was just around the corner from the abandoned movie theater that comes closer and closer to crashing into a pile of ash when you flick it; under a huge oak tree in the empty field by the river. He told you to come here because apparently “I have to talk to you. It’s super important. Just please meet me there, alright, Y/n?” Hearing him say that made your heart skip beats because you still liked him and so many thoughts were running through your mind but you let it slide. Or at least you tried to.

“Y/n!” Felix smiled like a kid when he saw you, which made you laugh.

“Why are you so happy to see me?” He wiped the smile off his face when you said this.

“I-I’m not! Actually, I’m really mad at you.”

“Is this is what you brought me here for?”

“Well, I mean...Hey, shut up! Look, I’m mad at you!” He tried to keep his laughter in and put on an act that he was actually mad but he’s really bad at it.

“What’d I do?”

“Was a broken arm really worth it, though?”

“Yes, it was!” You laughed. “You were so impressed!”

“I was not!”

“You still are, don't lie!”

“I am not! I was very worried...I still am, ya know!”

“Oh, that’s cute,” you hid the fact that you were so flustered by smartass remarks because you were good at acting, Felix wasn’t. He motioned with his hand for you to come closer.

“I was worried about you, you asshole...like, you coulda really hurt yourself...” He actually looked sad now. He grabbed your broken arm and played with the limp fingers that hung out from the cast. Then he knocked on your cast softly to see how hard it was which made you mumble a quiet “Ow”, he stopped and said "Sorry” really sweetly. He went back to playing with your fingers instead.

It was too quiet and you felt your heart pounding like crazy. You swore he could hear. Nothing but the gentle sound of water moving and warm wind blowing through your ears. And then he held both your hands in each of his— well he held your right hand and the fingers of your left (the cast was way bigger than you expected it would be). Your heart felt like it could either explode or jump out of your chest, whichever happens first.

“Sigh...” Felix sighed (to break the silence most likely). You looked up at him, the sun was now setting behind him so you had to squint your eyes a bit. But you could see how beautiful the sun made his skin look, and how perfectly it shined on his freckles and made his eyes sparkle. How absolutely ethereal he looked was not helping you from going into cardiac arrest, right now.

“Y/n~,” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up to him again, still squinting.

He leaned in closer to you and kissed you...only this time it was way better than the first. He was the first to break the kiss. His smile was so bright you still had to squint your eyes even though now his head was blocking the sun.

“Was that okay?” Felix asked shyly.

“U-um...yeah..”

Then he kissed you again. But this time so much more. It was more passionate and love-filled as if he’d been waiting years to do it (which he probably has). Like when you finally get the candy bar you wanted and you try to savor it but you can’t wait any longer and devour the entire thing in a second. He was basically trying to eat you. Felix pulled back for a second and looked you in the eyes before going back in for more kisses, and this time he slipped his tongue in during the kiss and your first instinct was to do the same to him.

You didn’t try to but...By this time his hands were in your waist (high up from your ass so things didn’t get any weirder than they already were) and the feelings were too overwhelming and the hot air made you feel all weird and...a small moan slipped out. Felix immediately broke the kiss with this huge ass smile on his face.

“Oh wow,” he giggled. “I think that’s the first time I ever heard you moan...”

Your eyes widen and your lips parted in shock and you felt like exploding again. He looked back over at you with a smirk on.

“...It was like a fucking melody.”

“Nope.”

“What?”

“Nope nope nope. The power of Christ compels you Satan.”

“I am not Satan!” He laughed.

“You had me, then you lost me.” You started walking away backwards while smiling at him. “You fucked this up for yourself, Lee Felix.”

You ran after you and actually chased you for a good three seconds but he’s faster than you so you got caught easily. He wrapped his arms around you from the back, lifted you, and spun you around while you laughed in happiness but at the same time screamed “Put me down!” He listened after a while and let go of you.

“Y/n will you be my girlfriend?”

“Huh?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth but then you realized that this is actually happening. “Y-yes. Yes! YESYESYES!!!” After screaming so much you ran into his arms for the biggest hug. Which resulting in Felix lifting you up again.

“Felix!” He dropped you almost instantly. You stumbled backward but Felix caught you before you could fall. You shared one last kiss before Felix thought it was time to take you home. So he walked you home and...well honestly the last kiss was the one he gave you just under your bedroom window (you’ve gotten so used to the window, the front door doesn’t even exist anymore). This kiss was in the same place as before, but better.

a/n: yayyy im soft. 🙃

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A11 B9 with Baekhyun pls! Also, if it's not too much of a burden, can it be angsty and smutty? But, you can just choose one if you want to haha :) thank you!

@byunshim noted: Set A 11 Set B 7 Angst. Please and thank u!

(2) Oh… lol. It’ll always only be one. Byun Baek Hyun. ;)

Drabble Game is Closed.

I’m combining these two, if that’s okay with y'all… Hope you enjoy! :D And ahhh why angst, gurl you know my angst is trash. ;u; Also I assume you wanted make up and not break up??? Haha this turned out longer than I meant it to, but I like it this way.

A11. Break up/make up sexB7. “Are you wearing my shirt?”B9. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”

Baekhyun has been gone for three days. Not a long time in retrospect, but it feels as if the days have been dragging on just to spite you. It’s even worse at nights; where you once curled up against your boyfriend under the sheets, sharing gentle kisses and small giggles, you now toss and turn on a bed too big for you and shiver in the blankets that are too cold.

You hadn’t meant for the fight to get so out of hand, you had only wanted to poke fun at him a bit because he was pissing you off, but one thing led to another and now this.

His things are still here. That day he only had his phone in his pocket, and then he left.

He just left.

Your heart twinges at the thought of him, your entire being missing him already and regretting everything you said. None of it mattered anymore, the only thing you wanted was for him to come back.

A tear slips down your cheek, but you’ve shed so many at this point that you don’t care to wipe it away. You never knew a human could cry this much from emotional pain. Memories of being with him flood your mind for the nth time this week, and all your efforts to ignore it are futile.

Your imagination is so vivid tonight. You can just hear the front door unlock, like he’s coming home from a late night at work. You can hear him taking off his shoes and even hear him place them on the rack he bought for you guys when he moved in. The thing that boggles you most about how vivid your imagination is, though, is that you swear you hear him tip toe to the bedroom, where you’re at, as if he was trying to keep his presence hidden.

“Ah, fuck–” Baekhyun sounds like he may have stubbed his toe. Okay, there’s no way you’re imagining all this.

Eyes flying open, you bite back a gasp and strain your eyes to see in the dark. Then, seeing movement, you reach beside you and turn on the lamp light.

And, like a dream come true, there is Baekhyun, dressed in the same clothes he left in, but looked fresh out of the shower. He must have taken one before he came here.

“Baek..?” You croak, having forgotten you were in the middle of crying. You wipe your face then, embarrassed, but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care about your messy state.

“Are you crying?” He whispers, frozen in the doorway. It’s cute and funny because he’s holding his foot (probably the one he stubbed), but staring at you so intently.

“I’m sorry.” You say instead, tears falling against your will. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, Baekhyun.” You cry, covering your eyes with your fists. “Please forgive me..”

“No, baby, it’s not your fault,” He coos, coming over immediately and sitting on the bed with you. He pulls you into his arms and you realize your imagination was nothing close to the real thing. You don’t know how you managed to convince yourself that the Baekhyun in your head was the same as the Baekhyun right here. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long, I missed you.”

You accepted his apology before he even said it. The moment his warmth reached you, you practically sold your soul to Satan for this relationship. You’d never try and be petty ever again. “I missed you, too.” You breathe out after you’re satisfied with your time spent hugging.

“I know,” Baekhyun murmurs, pulling back and wiping your cheeks with his sleeve. His eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, since the lamp was only a night light, and he can see the depth of the pain you’ve felt in the passing days, worrying and wondering what had gone so wrong. He knows, because he had done the same.

His gaze lowers, down your beautiful face and and to the lips he hasn’t kissed in longer than it should ever have been. His fingers move up and trace the outline of them as he leans a bit closer, his eyelids falling gently as he realizes just how much he didn’t care about anything else but you.

He’s a breath away now, but he pauses, leaving your mind in a frenzy. What was happening? Were you misunderstanding? Surely he was trying to kiss you, wasn’t he? Did he change his mind? Is he still upset? The thought of him harboring ill feelings for you still makes you cry again, and he blinks away his stupor to look at your tears in surprise.

“Baek, please don’t be mad at me,” You beg him, grabbing his arms in a desperate attempt to keep him close. His eyes are wide as he watches you, his mouth parted dumbly.

“_____, I’m not mad.” He chuckles after shaking his head at you and wiping your cheeks again.

“I-I don’t get it.” You stutter, looking at him just as shocked. “Why won’t you kiss me, then?”

“It’s just..” He looks down again, but lower than your lips this time. You look down, too, confused at to what he was looking at. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Oh, you guess you are, aren’t you? When you look back up at him, even in the sucky lighting, you see the redness in his face.

“Y-Yeah… I said I missed you, didn’t I?” You mumble, embarrassed by his reaction. This wasn’t abnormal for you guys, so why was he so affected? “It.. smelled like you, a-and I don’t know, it was easier to imagine you were still here…” You explain yourself, but his expression change to a soft one, and he’s back to cupping your face, a small smile on his face.

“You don’t need to pretend anymore.” He says. “I won’t leave you alone like that ever again.” He promises.

And finally, he closes the distance between you two until there is none left. With his hands holding your cheeks and his lips on yours, it’s almost overwhelming and you have to move back slightly in order to compose yourself. He chases you, though, giving you no room to do that, and you end up falling down on the bed, Baekhyun’s weight holding you down. His lips press harder, and you realize the shirt thing must have put him in the mood without you realizing it.

His steamy kisses quickly get you moaning, and Baekhyun’s hands start moving to other places than your face. “Damn..” You hear him whisper when his fingers graze over your perky nipples. You gasp at the touch, sensitive from being alone for so long. Really, you swear it shouldn’t be possible to be this sensitive in such a short time. Baekhyun’s hands ghost over your skin, tickling you in the best ways and when his long digits slip in your underwear, you moan instantly for him to take you.

“Please, Baekhyun, I’m so wet. I need you.” You whine, bucking your hips against his palm. He watches you for a bit, feeling good about himself for seeing you so desperate for him to do more. “It’s been so long since I’ve had your dick in me, babe, please just fill me up.”

“Shush,” He whispers, slipping two fingers into your sex. He pumps them in and out for you, giving you some relief. “I’ll take care of you, just be patient.”

“I’m tired of waiting for you.” You pout, and you see him frown.

“You waited three days. What’s three more minutes?” He asks, taking his fingers back at your attempt to rush him. You immediately regret your words because now he’s just being cruel, unbuttoning his pants and whipping his half hard dick out. He touches himself, staring at you as you watch him jerk himself into full hardness. Your mouth is open and dammit you drool a little.

“God, you’re annoying.” You mumble, and he chuckles.

“I know.”

“Get over here already.” You tell him.

“Do you ever stop talking?” He asks, squeezing a little harder.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“All I’m saying is that mouth can be put to better use.” He quirks an eyebrow when you gape at him, before you crawl over and push his hand away, replacing it with your mouth. “Oh fuc– I didn’t think you’d actually–” You don’t really listen to what he says anymore, doing your best to get him off fast so he’d have no time to enjoy it. If he was going to put off your own pleasure then you’d waste his.

“Ah.. ah, _____, if you keep doing that, I’ll–” His hands fist in your hair and he forces your head to bob at his own pace, choosing how deep he went but you know your boyfriend. He has no self control when he’s close, and he was trying to reach for it fast. “God, I’m–”

And then he cums, right in your mouth.

You swallow his load, taking your time to lick him clean before he yanks you up and pushes you onto your back. “Your turn,” He promises, shoving his fingers back inside of you and curling them instantly. You don’t have time to gasp at it because he does it again, making you moan his name instead. He was fingering you so roughly, hurrying to get you stretched open for him and it turned you on.

“Please just put it in.” You beg, and he kisses you sweetly as he listens to your request. Ohh it’s been so long, you think when he slips in with no resistance. You know he appreciates it because he groans in pleasure and immediately gets to work, rolling his hips and taking your breath away. He stays close, your bodies melded together as he rocks in and out of you. Your arms stay wrapped around his neck as his hands grope your ass, pulling you closer to meet his hips as he thrusts.

“Fuck, babe, I’m close already.” You say between kisses, and he starts nodding by your ear, signalling he was, too. You guess you weren’t the only one who was sexually deprived because when Baekhyun cums again he starts grinding, and he only does that when it’s intense. His penis is so far up in you you feel like he finished the last part of a puzzle, a satisfying privilege that only Baekhyun can meet. His climax sends you right into yours and you hold a vice grip on his rod, drawing out both of your peeks.

Once you two collapse on one another and he slides out of you gently, you start crying again and kiss his shoulder. “Uwhh.. I’m sorry, I love you. Please don’t forget that.” You say, hugging him and never wanting to let go.

“I’m supposed to say that,” He whispers, kissing your neck. “I won’t walk out ever again. From now on, I’ll talk my problems out with you.”

“Good.”

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