BLUEPRINT.

BLUEPRINT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: So sorry if you found this isn't properly proofread, I haven't had my coffee yet.

Minho likes being competitive.

He likes the challenge, the rush that comes with it, to prove himself that he is the best at what he does and ultimately, winning, fair and square.

Just like today, he got called to represent his firm for a chance to design a building for an art foundation. What got him interested was, there would be two other firms that joined in on the project but there would be only one that got selected.

He smirked as he got into the elevator, feeling confident about this project. When he entered the conference room, there were only a group of people on one side of the seat, and he asked his co=worker about his competitors.

The one sitting across from him was from a firm that is specialized in neo-futurist architecture and the other, the one that got late into the meeting specialized in a post-modern architecture that prioritizes environmentally friendly and sustainable buildings.

Ten minutes into the meeting, the other firm finally arrived and took their seats next to his, and Minho didn't bother to look at them, they were already made a bad first impression on him.

Minho wrote down everything the client requested for the design and jotted down side notes on what went through his mind as he listened to the brief.

They announced the end date for the firms to submit their designs, and everyone got up from their seats as soon as the meeting ended. For a second, Minho caught a familiar face but maybe he mistook it for someone he knew.

When he arrived in the main lobby though, he knew he was right about what he just saw earlier the moment he spotted you.

Standing in the crowded lobby, clutching your handbag with both hands in front of you and looking at him with a smile that rose on your face like a blooming flower.

Without he intended to, his feet took him to you until he was close enough to see and make sure it was you.

"So, here we are!" You said to him, looking into his eyes and flashing him a knowing smile.

There was so much he wanted to say to you after your long absence in his life, but he stood there in front of you, tongue-tied and nonplussed.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" You poked fun at him with a sly grin.

It was actually the opposite, he was ecstatic to see you again after a long time, after two terrible years to be precise.

He softly laughed, aware that his jaws had been hung open for quite some time now.

"Yeah," he finally answered, tried not to stutter but failing.

You looked over your shoulder and saw your co-workers were waiting for you outside since the car had pulled up out front.

"Nice to see you again, I guess?" you said to him, his silence made you think that he wasn't that enthusiastic about meeting you again.

Minho called for your name when you walked away, "and you're going to leave just like that?" He asked.

You softly chuckled without stopping, slightly turned your head at him, "You know where to find me now," you told him and exited the building.

Minho felt stupid that the moment he had been hoping to come true happened just like that, he should've asked for your number or invited you for a lunch, even better, a dinner date.

But all he did was stood there and watched you leave like two years ago.

-

"Just take it," you said to him as he stood in front of you, right outside your house after him explaining how he ended up receiving the job offer from the firm just like Professor Shin had promised him.

After a month of not seeing you after the project, he finally got to meet you again even though he had to wait outside your house.

"I can't take it," he refused.

You laughed at him, "you know what I hate more than losing?" You asked him.

"People making me feel like a sore loser," you answered.

Minho blamed himself for making you feel being pitied by him, all he could think about was how didn’t deserve this because a part of this was also yours.

"You worked hard on this, so you deserve it," you told him as if you saw through his weary mind.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing!" You cut him off, "I told you, none of this is our fault," you assured him.

There was something else he wanted to address that day but he didn’t know where to start, about that night and how you disappeared the next morning.

"I guess there's nothing to talk about," you suddenly said.

All the words he was trying to convey vanished when he looked at you and your hand that lingered on the handle of the gate.

"Good luck, Minho!" You told him with a smile.

Minho sighed, having so many things to say and running out of time to say it.

"Thanks," he muttered to you before you closed the gate of the house.

But this time, it would be different.

He would try harder, do better and compete in all fairness with you.

Someone pointed him to your desk when he came to your office during his lunch break. He spotted it right away from the candy jar on the desk, but no one sat on the chair.

He looked around and asked someone who sat nearby, "She's in a meeting and will be back in a few minutes," he said.

Minho shrugged and sat on your chair, looking at your desk cluttered with so many things and little notes sticking to your computer screen for upcoming appointments.

He took one of your candies and reclined on the seat, opening the candy wrapper.

"Going behind enemy line, I see," you remarked from behind him.

He swiveled his chair and shoved the candy into his mouth, then smirked, "I need to know their valuable asset,"

"And did you find out already?" You asked him as you set your laptop down the desk.

"Right in front of me," he said.

"What are you going to do then?"

"Try to steal it, of course!" He said with a flirty wink at the end.

You scoffed then leaned against the desk, folding your arms in front of you. Everyone knew who he was, and they were watching you with eagle eyes.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.

"I just had lunch," you told him.

"Dinner then?"

"I already have a plan for tonight,"

"How about tomorrow?"

You softly laughed, "you're relentless,"

He shrugged as if proud of his trait.

"Let's have coffee, I have a little time to spare," you said to him.

Minho was disappointed that you could only spare a little time for him when he wanted a lot from you. But this was a good start for him, he waited by the table as you brought his cup of coffee to the table.

"So, what brings you here?" You asked him.

This was what he likes about you, you were straightforward, you couldn't stand chitchat cause that was just a waste of time for you.

"That I'm going to play fair this time," he said.

"And is that supposed to scare me?" You asked as you sipped your coffee.

"I must be stupid to think that I can scare you," he said.

You tipped your head to the side and smirked at him.

"What I'm telling you is I'm glad we got to do it again," he sincerely said, "I'm sad that we're not in the same team, but I think you know why I'm glad," he explained.

You understood, of course, it was a way for him to prove himself, that he could succeed by himself and that he deserved it.

"Yes," you responded.

This was why it interests you, joined this project knowing that he would be a part of it, and you had just as much to prove as him, to prove yourself.

"And also, I want to continue what we had last time," he added, eyes intensely looking at you.

"And what's that?" You teased his words back to him.

"It takes two to figure it out," he answered.

You smiled, tried to suppress the recollections of that night with him, and quickly took another sip of your coffee.

"Good luck then," you said to him, then got up from your seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything, I guess," you half-heartedly said.

Minho snorted because it was exactly what you said two years ago to him then got up from his chair.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," he said it no in a condescending way, he knew well enough that you are capable of great things.

You lowly chuckled, "but it seems like you have to wait to do that," you said.

He looked at you, at your face that he missed seeing, the eyes that filled with so much wonder and curiosity with your head slightly tilted to the side you just like you did to him that very second.

He found it very endearing, but your lips were what captivated him most, he could imagine the softness of it just by looking at it.

"Bye Minho," You said to him, then headed to the elevator that would take you back to your office.

It was nice hearing his name through your mouth, like listening to his favorite song he hadn't listened to in a long time.

As he exited the building and took a taxi back to his firm, he thought of so many things, this time he put everything on the line in the hope to get everything back to him, which included winning you back.

Turned out, it wasn't easy.

Minho walked into a restaurant with his co-workers for a team dinner, something to motivate his team to work harder on this project.

And he noticed you were also there but you were already finished and were paying for your dinner, with a guy much older than you.

Minho couldn't help himself, he followed you outside, to the front of the restaurant, and called for you.

You turned on your heels with a hand lightly holding his arm by the sleeve of his coat.

"Oh, hi," you exclaimed when you saw him there.

You looked over his shoulder and saw his co-workers waiting inside, "I see you come with your team," you said.

"Yeah," he responded, but his eyes were looking at the guy sitting in front of you.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in a defensive way.

"So this is your plan for tonight," he said, he meant to say it lightly, not to sound bitter.

You watched as Minho looked intensely stared at him while the guy looked back at him, completely fazed by it.

You snorted, "this is my brother-in-law," you quickly added.

Minho's stare instantly softened that he let out a short sigh then smiled, "nice to meet you," he finally responded.

"Nice to meet you," your brother-in-law said to him.

He got flustered that Minho's ears turned red, and it was getting awkward with every passing second.

"I'd better get inside," he announced.

"Yeah, you'd better be," you said back to him, half-laughing.

He smiled as he walked inside, feeling so embarrassed by his own doing.

And he started to think that was why you kept refusing on going on dinner with him. He relentlessly called for you, texted you, and ultimately, came to your office again because he couldn't stay still knowing that you might be out with some other guy that wasn't your brother-in-law.

You were still working while most of the people had left for the day, sitting on your desk, reading something while biting the end of your pencil between your teeth.

Minho put down a paper bag on your desk in front of you that got you slightly startled to see him there.

He didn't say anything but pulled out a small jar of your favorite blue raspberry candies in front of you.

He smirked as he presented it to you, knowing that he got your weak spot. He pulled one candy out and held it out on his palm at you, "come and have dinner with me," he said to you.

You smiled with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip, "Can't you see? I'm busy," you said to him.

He took your hand and put the candy on your palm, "I take no excuses," he said then took your purse and coat with him.

You swiveled on your chair, laughed at his persistence that you had no other option but to submit to his wish.

"This is not playing hard to get," he said as he looked at you sitting in front of him on the table, twirling your pasta with your fork, "you're avoiding me," he stated.

"If you're not yet aware, we're technically not in a team mode here," you responded and shoved a spoonful of pasta into your mouth.

"Just because we're not in the same team doesn't mean we're not allowed to be civil with each other," he cheekily responded.

"This is more than civil," you added.

"And I admit that," he shamelessly said, then sipped his wine.

"That's because you make one charming enemy. I could fall for your tricks any time," he added.

"Then why are we here?"

"Because I fall for your charms," he shortly replied as he continued cutting his steak.

"And why is that?"

"Because I got myself into you, you don't even have to pull any tricks on me. You can be cruel to me, I'm a fool for you," he answered, eyes locked with yours.

"And also," he slyly grinned before he finished his sentence, "sleeping with the enemy is hot,"

Your hand held your wine glass by its stem, "I think sleeping with the enemy is something I'd definitely not do," you remarked.

"And why?"

You shrugged, "I would never let my guard down," you replied.

Minho knew exactly that you were the type to keep your guard high, not letting anyone in unless you were sure that someone was trustworthy enough to know your weaknesses.

You did it to him once, and that made him believe he could do it again, not to do a harm to it, but to help you protect what he had seen in you: your true, genuine self, your pure compassion, and principles you firmly stood on.

That was what makes you stand up among other people, that what makes you special to him, that what makes him want you more.

Minho got out of the car as soon as he saw you unbuckled your safety belt, so he could open the car door for you.

You lowly chuckled when he offered you his hand to help you get out of his car, "thank you," you muttered to him.

"You still live alone," he said, seeing that your house was dark like it used to whenever he drove you home two years ago.

"My sister lives with his husband now," you said to him and closed the car door behind you, "so yeah, I have the house to myself,"

"Can I come in then?" He asked you with a lopsided grin.

"Try again next time," you said to him.

You leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, "thank you for dinner," you muttered as you pulled away.

"A kiss on the cheek?" He asked in disbelief, shook his head, then pulled you close by putting a hand around your waist.

He leaned in close, "you know I need more than that," he said, then kissed you on the lips.

Once he got the taste of it, he couldn't settle with one or two kisses, he drew you closer, putting a hand on the nape of your neck and angling your head to deepen the kiss.

Body pushed you backward until your back hit the cold metal of your house gate, pinned you against his that made you give in, holding him back while clutching your purse in one hand.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, but he moved his lips down the column of your throat, "Minho, it's getting cold," you said to him.

"Then we should get in," he responded, lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.

You softly giggled as he tilted your head upward, allowing him to savor your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

"Nice try," you said to him.

You lifted his head and kissed him this time.

It took him by a surprise that you would kiss him this way, so tenderly with your hand slipped in his hair that he believed you knew how he likes it when you do that.

Your kisses were light and lovely, like a gust of warm breeze in a winter night but passed too soon.

You slowly pushed him away, "I'm cold," you admitted.

And he noticed your cheeks redden from the cold, and when he took your hands in his, they were freezing that he immediately brought them close to his mouth and blew warm breath on them.

"Get inside," he told you, no matter how much he hated to say this.

"Okay," you said, then unlocked the gate of your house, swung the gate open but not getting in yet.

"Goodnight, Minho," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back.

He stepped back then walked back into his car.

He waited until all the lights in your house turned on and made sure you were safely back inside your house before driving away with the thought that even though you didn't let him in yet, didn't mean that it was impossible to do, you just need more time, and he was willing to give you as much as you want.

You worth the wait, the patience, you worth everything he has in him.

-

Winning is great.

That's for sure.

But as you got older, you realized that you learned more from losing. You learned how to keep going.

When you parted ways with Minho two years ago, you took it as a starting point to finally learn from losing and started again carrying that knowledge.

When you met Minho again though, you weren't sure you wanted to start over. He kept reminding you of your failure, what you lost, how your hard work went to a waste, the iniquity of it all.

You didn't want to see him again because of that.

When you kissed him that night, you realized that he was the only good thing that came out of that hardship.

Also, it wasn't fair to Minho, he didn't do anything wrong, he was innocent, collateral damage.

Maybe it was time for you to try, you told yourself as you entered his firm and asked the lady behind the front desk that you wanted to see him.

Minho was meeting a client, and you were told to wait in his office, you kept glancing at your wristwatch because you didn't have much time and had to get back to your office soon.

Minho came a while later, smiling at the sight of you, a delightful surprise that he didn't see coming.

"Such a sight for sore eyes," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"I can say the same for your office," you said to him, it was a nice office, spacious with a breathtaking view of the city.

He walked up to you, stopped just a step away from you, "you came here," he said, his words tinted with disbelief.

"I had a meeting near your office, so I decided to stop by," you explained.

With his height, he towered above you, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes.

"And coffee!" You pointed to the cups of coffee you brought with you on the table.

Someone came trudging into his office and interrupted you both, "I am sorry but I need you..." the man's eyes shifted from him to you, "hey, I think I know you," he said to you.

"I think so too, yeah," you said to him with a courteous smile.

You glanced down at your wristwatch again, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told Minho, then picked up your bag and coat on the chair.

Minho got confused with the situation that created a lot of questions in his head.

"But we haven't-"

"I'll make sure to visit again," you said to him, flashing a smile to the other guy on your way out.

On your way back to your firm, you were sure Minho would ask how did you know that guy in his office. You were never the type to explain useless things like that but you got the urge to explain everything to him, you didn't know why, you just did.

Work kept you busy, and you only had time to visit him a few days later, you clocked out early to drop by his firm before going home.

When you arrived at his floor, it was almost empty except for the one in his department, where everyone gathered at the long table and talked.

You stepped closer to ask for Minho but overheard their conversation instead.

You got upset once you realized they were talking about Minho and you, and your little quarrel back in college and how you failed to get accepted in the firm, they thought that was why you kept coming to his office and probably trying to steal his design.

You scoffed and couldn't lie but got upset at their last accusation that was taken out of context, "excuse me!" You said to them.

And they abruptly stopped talking, nervously smiled at you.

"I never plan to-"

Minho suddenly appeared from behind you and cut you off, "what makes you guys so sure she came here to steal my design? Well, I guess you don't know what she's capable of," he snapped.

"If you talk ill about her again, I'll take that personally," he finished, looking at his coworkers one by one in the eyes that they looked down and got quiet.

He pulled your hand and took you to his office, "I'm sorry that you need to hear that," he said to you as he shut the blinds of his office to get some privacy.

You sighed and gripped the handle of your bag so tight your knuckles turned white, "I told you, I hate it when people make me feel like I'm a sore loser," you said to him.

Minho came up to you, "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth," he said.

"Yeah, the truth that you won and I lost,"

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, "why you make it seem like it was only about you losing and me winning? You said it yourself, that none of this was our fault," he told you, almost running out of breath at the end of the sentence.

"Sure, but the way you have to explain everything to them," you paused to catch a deep breath, "I can take care of myself, but of course, you had to come and save me," you scoffed.

Minho got quiet, he knew it was wrong for him to do that, not letting you handle it. He regretted stepping in your battle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it," you said to him, "I don't even know why I'm here," you headed for the door, but he stopped you, putting a hand around you to stop you on your track.

"I will not let you leave this time," he said to you, holding you back from leaving.

"Minho, let me go," you sternly said to him.

"No," he sternly said back to you.

You sighed and slouched your shoulders against his back, "stop pitying me," you sadly said.

He tightened his hold around you and put another hand across your chest, "you know what I have for you is not pity," he said to you.

You knew he was telling the truth, he cared for you, that was why he did what he did.

"Did you date someone else in these past two years?" He suddenly said, changing the topic.

"Did you meet someone and fall in love?" He asked again.

"Did he treat you better?"

You took his hands off of you and turned around to face him, looking at his face with a layer of sadness on it.

"Was he better than me?" He asked again.

"If this is it about the other day, he was just someone I went on a date once," you said even though you didn't know why you felt obligated to explain.

He nodded and licked his lips, "I know," he answered.

"But is there someone else?" He asked again as if the answer would please him.

You shook your head, "no one else," you answered.

He pulled you into a hug and held you so tight as if you would vanish if he didn't. He sighed repeatedly, relieved and enlightened, he raked your hair with his fingers and drank your scent.

He tilted your head with his fingers under your chin, "I'll be miserable if I can't have you," he said, then pressed a kiss on your lips.

You let your bag drop onto the floor and slipped your hands under his suit jacket and on his warm-clothed body, returning his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

Minho ran his hands down to the back of your thighs and hoisted your body against him, steered both of your bodies to his desk, then sat you down on the desk.

He let go of the kiss, placed his hands around your neck, and softly rubbed your jaw with his thumb, "you're so hot when you're mad," he said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "should I stay mad at you, then?" You teased.

"You're always hot to me nonetheless," he said while running a thumb over your lips.

"But when you're mad," he hissed, "so, so hot," then brought his lips on you again.

With his lips almost touching yours, you pushed him away from you, and he staggered backward, "fuck you, Minho," you said to him.

"Huh? why? What happened?" He asked, baffled at the turn of the event.

"Fuck you!" You cursed out loud, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear.

You got off his desk and walked up to him, "Fuck you! I Didn't steal your design!" You shouted at him.

He stood there frozen on his feet, "I didn't say you steal it," he said.

You pushed him until his back hit the wall and made a soft thudding sound.

"You fucking incompetent piece of shit! Why would I steal from you?" You snapped at him, index finger stabbed his chest for every word you enunciated.

He put your hand away, but you were quick to fist the front of his shirt, "Why? Didn't you say you like seeing me mad?" You asked him.

Minho smirked almost devilishly.

He pulled your body and had you pinned to the wall this time, pressing his weight against yours, "And you think you're better than me?" He shouted back at you in a mocking tone, intentionally loud for everyone else to hear.

"You have so much to prove, huh?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to win this time," you said to him, grabbing his shirt by its collar.

"You'd better get your big mouth shut for that!" He said, then pressed a haste kiss on you.

A kiss that made both of you thrash around the room, wreaking havoc in his office, your shoes fell off your feet as he lifted your body and sat you back on the desk.

His hand impatiently went under your skirt to palm your clothed core, so warm and delicate under his touch.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, "I want you so much,"

He aggressively inserted his fingers inside your underwear to touch the delicate flesh of your cunt, to see how wet you were for him.

Your hands went to unbuckle his belt and fumbled to open the button that Minho eventually helped you with it, pulled out his erection from his underwear.

You wrapped your hand around his length and gently pumped his length.

You reclined on the desk with a hand propped under you, lifted your legs, and pulled the hem of your skirt until it scrunched up around your hips, all while your eyes fixated on his, just like the sight wasn't tantalizing enough, you spread your legs wide for him.

A lopsided grin bloomed on his face, he felt challenged by you, you pushed just the right button. He put your underwear to the side, exposing your gushing wet hole that he immediately inserted his fingers.

You intentionally clenched around his fingers to give him a taste of what was coming.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to you, then dragged your body closer, he wet the tip of his cock with your arousal to finally push his length inside.

You hooked your legs around his waist, and with your heels, you pressed his ass, sending him deeper inside you.

He let out a loud groan that you quickly slush him away, "you want everyone to hear, huh?"

He shook his head with jaws clenched, "I don't care," he said to you.

You intentionally clenched, tightened the muscles around him, and successfully earned another loud groan from him that he quickly muffled by pressing his lips together.

"And you said you don't care," you sneered.

He ignored your taunt and began moving, eyes fixated on where his cock going in and out of you. He wondered how you managed to still calm with this overwhelming pleasure, that only made him want to ruin you more, making you a moaning mess on his office desk.

It was him who had a hard time containing his grunts.

"You left the door unlocked, Minho," you taunted him, "someone can walk in on us,"

He pulled you by your neck to sink his mouth on yours as a way to muffle the noises he made.

"You want to let them see you fucking me on your desk?" You asked into his ear.

The more you taunted him, the more aroused he got that his thrusts started to get sloppy.

"Let them see you fucking an enemy?" You taunted him more.

Minho accidentally sucked on your neck so hard as he climaxed, cumming inside you, and gripped the back of your thigh so hard you were sure it would create a mark on the skin. He gave you a slobbering kiss that landed on the corner of your mouth.

"I hate to remind you, but your coworkers are right outside," you reminded him as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

He let go of your lips with a gasp, then looked at your face, "I still want to be inside you," he said to you.

"I'm so full of you right now," you softly whined.

"And I want to keep it that way," he said to you with a dreamy smile.

After gaining his composure back, Minho slowly pulled out of you, his cock had softened and wet from both of your arousals.

He quickly pushed all the cum leaking out of your hole back inside and put your underwear back to its place, softly palming your clothed cunt as he placed a kiss on you.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt back, tucking his shirt inside, and you helped him fix the collar of his shirt.

You got off the table and collected your shoes on the floor, then sat on the headrest of the sofa to put them on, roughly combed your hair next with your fingers after.

Minho noticed the blooming mark on your neck and helped you cover it with your hair.

Minho picked up your bag and handed it to you.

"Don't follow me out of the door," you ordered as you buttoned your coat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm still mad at you," you sharply said.

Minho softly laughed and hugged you from the back, "then I won't let you go until you're not mad anymore,"

You broke out of his hug and turned around, "try me!" You said to him, then got out the door.

You kept walking without looking at his coworkers who were probably wondering what just happened inside.

Minho beat you up to push the elevator to pick you up on his floor, his hair slightly tousled and a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You stood next to each other as you watched the number of the floor change as the elevator went down the building.

"We're supposed to be still mad at each other," you reminded him.

"Why would I still be mad at you?" he asked.

"You're dripping down my thighs," you said to him without turning your head at him.

He didn't reply but shot you a smirk.

The elevator dinged when it arrived, and its door slid open, Minho followed you inside but stayed in its doorway, grabbed you by your elbow, moved his hand to your neck, "be careful," he said to you.

"Goodnight," he added, then gave your lips a quick peck.

He stepped away and let the elevator door slide shut, disappeared behind the chamber.

And you got a taste of what it felt like when you closed the gate of your house at him.

-

The deadline was less than two weeks away, your mind had been occupied with work and more work, even when you were resting at home you felt bad for it, wasting the time you could have spent on working.

You knew this side of yourself, once you were into something, you put your everything on it, you either go all in or nothing, never do it half-heartedly.

You were getting back from a team meeting when you saw Minho had been waiting on your desk.

It was the only good thing that happened that day, the smile he gave you as you made your way to him.

"Come with me," you ordered.

You took him to the balcony where employees go to to have a cigarette smoke between works, there was a little garden and a few benches to sit on, you sat on the one that face the city view.

You sighed, feeling good for taking a little break after tirelessly working for hours.

"I see that you're busy," he said to you.

"Aren't you should be busy too?"

He sighed, "yeah,"

"But I want to see you," he added.

You reclined on the bench and rested your head on his shoulder, it felt nice to rely on someone even for a fleeting moment.

Minho put an arm around you, making you feel embraced.

"Minho, we can't keep doing this," you said to him.

"Doing what?"

"Keep seeing each other," you answered.

"The deadline is nearing, and I don't have time to focus on something else," you explained.

"That I agree," he said while rubbing your shoulder.

"You know that once I'm starting something, I will put everything in me into it," you furtherly explained.

"I know," he nodded in acknowledgment.

Minho sighed, he understood what you meant, that he shouldn't be seeing you and vice versa, and that both of you should put your focus on the project.

"I will stop seeing you," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

"Only until the deadline," he said to you, shot you a playful smirk, "when the deadline ends, you can't stop me from seeing you,"

You closed your eyes and chuckled, "unbelievable!" You breathlessly muttered.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company in between chaotic hours of work.

It was hard for Minho not to see you for a while, it was even harder to part with you and not be able to kiss you, or just held your hand.

It was the right thing to do.

Minho also had a hard time focusing on work when his head was filled with you. At least not seeing you, helped him put all of his attention on it, working and doing his best to get the best outcome.

It wasn't hard to find his motivation back, to win, to prove himself, to be acknowledged for what he do best.

When the work took its toll on him, that was when he needed you.

He drove to your house after getting off late from work and rang your doorbell. It took you a while to open the gate and find him there, eyes shrunken in exhaustion like the life was sucked out of him.

"I thought we agreed not to-"

Without letting you finish your sentence, he put his hands around you and held you close, melted into your arms that made his worries evaporate into thin air.

"I know," he mumbled.

"I need to see you," he said to you.

He sounded so worn out that you felt bad for stopping him, you held him back instead, slipping your hands underneath his coat and putting your hand on his back.

Minho put his coat around you, enveloping both of your bodies in his coat, and stayed like that, in the quiet of the night except for the constant buzzing sound of the streetlight shining down on you.

"I miss you so much," he said at your face with eyes closed as if it was painful to admit it.

And you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him too: his smart mouth, his sly smirks, his intense gaze, his presence in your life that made your life a little easier, whole and content.

You tilted your head up at him and looked into his eyes, which overflowed with so much warmth and affection for you.

"I miss you too," you said back.

Minho smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips that made the mounting misery of not seeing you disappear in a second.

"You want to come in?" You asked him.

Minho would say yes right away if he hadn't promised you.

He shook his head even though he had been dying for you to invite him in, "I'll be a gentleman and wait until the deadline ends," he answered.

You nodded, "Correct answer!"

He jerked his head back, "wait, that was a test isn't it?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"And I passed?"

You shrugged again.

He groaned while you chuckled at him, he tightened his hold around you, pecked on your lips, and kissed you to get as much taste of it to last him until he could see you again.

"You'd better get back inside, it's freezing," he said to you.

"Okay," you said.

He reluctantly put his hands away from you and let you step out of his hug, watched you get inside the gate, and said, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back.

He stood there for a moment to relish the feeling of having you around him. He just realized how much your presence meant to him, like breathing a new life into him, making him want to do better and better.

Only a few days away, he said to himself. A few nights of sleep away then he'll be able to see you as much as he wanted, and at that moment, Minho's goal slightly changed, not to win but to have you back.

-

A day before the deadline, you came by his office and it puzzled him because it was so unlike you to break your promise. He saw you waiting by the lounge, sitting on the single sofa in the corner of the room with your purse on your lap.

"Hey," he greeted as he sat on the sofa across from you, "I didn't expect to see you today. Deadline is tomorrow," he said.

You smiled at him, "last-minute enemy intrusion," you joked.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee," he offered.

"No, please," you kindly refused, "I won't be long," you added.

He sat back down, took your hand, and clasped it with his, "what is it?" He asked, in slight concern.

You licked your lips and looked into his eyes that stared back at you with so much anticipation, "I just came back from turning in my design," you began, "I had to do an early presentation because I have to leave for a business trip,"

The smile on his face slowly faded, "you're going to leave me, are you? Like two years ago," he asked, squeezing your hand and clasped it tighter around his.

You softly smiled, "why would I bother telling you if I'm going to leave you?" you said.

Minho leaned forward on his seat, propped his elbows on his knees, "don't leave!" He sadly said.

"I'll only leave for a week," you said to him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"And you come here to tell me that?" He asked.

Minho couldn't hide his gleeful smiles, feeling giddy because it felt like he had just unlocked a new level in the relationship.

You shook your head, "I come here to say good luck!"

He chuckled, couldn't contain his glee anymore.

"Cause you seem to really need it," you added with eyes squinted at him, "a lot,"

He burst out laughing and hissed, "you really do come to break my spirit, huh?"

You shrugged and subtly smirked at him.

He walked you until you were both outside his firm, hailed a taxi for you. Knowing that you would be out of reach for a few days, he grabbed your hand, not letting you in the taxi yet, taking a look at you, and got the urge to touch you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

He looked at you for a while with a hand squeezed your elbow, "gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he muttered under his breath.

You softly smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Good luck!" You said to him again then got in the back of the taxi.

After your taxi had left, Minho stood there still reeling from the kiss you just gave him, out in the open, with people walking around the firm, in the middle of the day.

One kiss was all it took to get him through the day but not enough to last until the day you come back.

He turned in the design and gave a presentation on the following day, he felt relieved because he put his best into it and that he regretted nothing, no matter what the outcome would be.

All he could think about was you.

How he missed you.

How badly he needed to hold you to melt his weariness away.

When he came to the office the following week, people cheered for him and it got him questioning himself.

Everyone seemed to know that it would be him just like they expected, his design got selected, in other words, he won it, he proved himself, he reached his goal.

As everyone celebrated his achievement, he got this feeling tugged in his chest, he should be happy about his winning, but why it didn't excite him like he thought it would.

What is winning without someone to share it? Someone who knew the struggle, the pain that came by sacrificing everything on it, and gave him the support he never knew he needed.

When everyone left for the day, Minho sat on his chair and looked out of his window in his office.

Celebrating his winning on his own and the burden that went away with it. Winning wasn't always about gaining, it was also about losing.

His cellphone rang on his desk, and he picked it up.

"Congratulations!" That was the first word you said to him s soon as he picked up.

He smiled knowing that it was you, "Thank you," he said, he wasn't exactly feeling grateful for beating you but he knew how you hated being treated like a sore loser.

"I miss you! Come back already!" He muttered, he needed you more than being acknowledged for his achievement.

"Why? Are you going to treat this loser for some drinks?" You playfully asked through the phone.

"You are anything but a loser," he told you.

"And yes, I'll bring a bottle,"

You lightly chuckled, "Then come down!"

"Huh?"

"I'll be waiting by your car," you said.

Minho jolted on his seat and sat up straight, "you're here?"

"Don't make me wait too long, Minho," you gave him a vague answer.

Minho frantically gathered his things around his office and punched the button on the elevator as if it would get him down faster.

When the door slid open, he broke into a jog and went to where he parked his car with you leaning against the side of the car.

His heart burst with happiness like he just received his real prize for winning.

He ran to you and crashed himself with you, hugged you and lifted you off of your feet, held you in the air for a moment before putting you back down.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was quick to shut you up with a kiss, a titillating kiss that conveyed how much he misses you.

"Let's get you home," he said as soon as he broke the kiss.

You looked at him with your lips wet from his kiss, "Okay," you answered.

Minho had been waiting for this moment, he stood behind you as you unlocked the gate of your house then pushed it open.

He followed you inside, crossed the small garden, then climbed the stairs that led to the front door of the house, you inserted the passcode until it beeped open.

You swung the door open and stepped away to let him in, "please, come in!" You said to him.

He shot you a smile, then walked in, took off his shoes, and slipped into slippers.

He looked around the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some drinks, looking at the framed pictures of you with your family on the wall, and saw the one when you were still a toddler, playing sand on a beach.

"I am well aware that I wasn't a cute kid back then," you said when you returned with glasses and a small bucket of ice cubes, then put down a sealed bottle of whiskey.

Minho sat on the sofa and volunteered to open the bottle, "I'm sorry. I should be the one treating you to a drink," he said.

"No problem. I happen to have a lot of alcohol but no time to drink them," you responded.

You put two ice cubes on his glass and none in yours, Minho shot you a sly smile because you still remember how he likes his drink.

He clangs his glass with yours, took sips of your drinks almost at the same time, slightly hissing when you gulped it down in one go and the alcohol burned down your throat.

"Congratulations, once again," you said again as you refilled your glass.

Then clang your glass with his in his hand, gulped it again at once.

You glanced at him, and he was giving you this look, one that was so familiar, "don't give me that pitying look, Minho," you said to him and put down your glass.

"I'm not," he denied.

You lightly chuckled, "Look, you didn't owe me anything, you won because you did it on your own. It came from your pure hard work and your competence, you did it, you won!" You said to him, squeezing his hand on his lap.

"And you know what? You didn't have to prove anyone anything, you only need to prove it to yourself," you added.

You shifted on your seat, slightly facing him with one leg folded on the sofa, "you just did, and that's enough," you finished with a comforting smile.

Minho didn't realize it until you told him this, that he didn't need to prove anyone anything, everything that he sought all these times was not winning but proving it to himself.

His heart swelled with so much pride for himself, and it felt like the burden he put himself in vanished into thin air.

He reached for your cheek, caressed it with so much love, feeling so grateful and lucky he had someone like you who understood him.

He leaned in and kissed you, he put all of these nice feelings inside of him and put them all into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you," he said against your lips.

He didn't waste time to kiss you again, drew your body close, and closed the gap between your bodies. Kissed you more, harder, deeper until his lungs screamed for oxygen.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear his cellphone ringing in his jacket.

"Minho, your phone is ringing," you said to him.

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of the kiss but still holding you close, he picked up the phone.

You lay your hand flat on his chest as you watched him talk into the phone, he looked back at you, then at your hand that played with the button of his shirt.

You moved your hand down lower to feel the taut muscles of his stomach through the fabric, all the while maintaining your eyes with his.

Your hand went lower, touching the metal buckle of his belt, and he shot you a subtle glare as he kept talking into the phone.

You quickly withdrew yourself and sat up on the sofa to pour yourself a drink, just a little, and gulped it down.

Minho grabbed your hand when he thought you were about to leave him on the sofa, you shot him a smile and went kneeling on the floor facing him.

He shook his head at you, sensed that you were up to no good.

But that didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, taking out his semi-hard member from its confine.

Minho watched it all while trying to keep his tone as he continued speaking through the phone, stifled a sigh when you wrapped your hand around his length and began softly pumping it, up and down.

"Not fair," he mouthed to you.

You took an ice cube from the bucket and put it in your mouth, crushed it with your teeth until it became tiny little shards in your mouth.

Minho's eyes widened when he saw you slowly bring your mouth close to his cock and put it in your mouth, couldn't help but let out a moan when he felt the cold of the ice around him that electrified and aroused him at the same time.

He could only hope the person he was speaking to didn’t know what he was dealing with, having your head between his legs, kneeling, and opening your mouth wide to take all of his length.

Minho struggled to contain his groans, he could only mumble his answers through the phone, inhaled, and exhaled a long breathe once in a while to calm himself down as his cock was fully buried inside your mouth, cold and hot, wet and slick.

He let his head fall back on the headrest of the sofa, having a hard time focusing on talking on the phone with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hand went to put your hair away into a makeshift ponytail with one hand from covering such an enticing sight. The other one was busy holding his phone, keeping it pressed close to his ear.

You looked up through your lashes at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

Minho couldn't handle it, he quickly muttered goodbye to whomever he was talking to on the phone and put the phone away.

"Can't even wait for me to finish my phone call, huh?" He asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and softly rubbing it with his thumb.

You hummed your answer, and the vibration made him buck his hips against your, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Minho cursed under his breath when he pulled his cock out of your mouth, followed by strings of his cum dribbled down your chin.

The view of it made his cock twitch in an instant, he saw the white of his cum on your tongue then watched you swallow it all down.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, the profanity echoed in the living room.

He roughly got you up from the floor by your elbows and sat you down on his lap, "you're so..." he couldn't find the perfect word to describe the way you unexpectedly act. It never crossed his mind that you would kneel, having to see your head between his legs and sucking him off.

"Unexpected?"

"Full of surprises, more like," he corrected.

He kissed you hastily, tasting your cold mouth, you and his cum in you. His hands fumbled to unbutton your blouse that he impatiently ripped open, you were sure one or two buttons were flying off when he did.

He tossed the blouse away, unclasped your bra without hassle, then hand took an ice cube from the bucket, chewing on it as you did earlier.

"Payback time?" You asked him.

He nodded and opened his mouth to take your breast into his mouth.

The cold of the ice welcomed you, raised the goosebumps all over your body, and woke all of your senses at once.

You didn't hold back from moaning, you looked at how his mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked on your breast.

You put your hair away, then put your hands on his shoulders, watching him do the same to your other breast, the melting ice dripping down from the corner of his mouth to your chest.

You slowly grind on him, your clothed core against his bulge under you, lowly moaning with mounting tension.

"My room is upstairs," you told him as you slipped your hand into his hair.

"Do you think you can carry me there?" You asked him.

There's just something so satisfying about proving anyone wrong, and Minho lived for that.

He let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaving your nipples red and swollen, wet with his saliva and melting ice.

Taking you to bed would be nothing," he said to you and confidently got up from the sofa, lifting you along with him.

You gasped as he hoisted you higher, hooked your legs around his waist, and hands looped around his neck, clung onto him as he climbed the stairs that led to your room.

He kicked open the door of your bedroom, making you giggle because he didn't want to let go of you for a mere second.

His impatient hands stripped your clothes off of you and as well as his, then crashed his naked body at you until you both toppled onto the bed.

Minho had wanted on fucking you for a long time, and that notion became true got him overwhelmed that his hands aimlessly touching you and kissing anything that he could put his mouth on.

You took the lead, had him pinned under you, lowered yourself to kiss him down while holding your hair from hitting his face.

"I dream of you on top of me," he said to you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

You grind on him for a moment before taking his length in your hand and aligning yourself with him, your eyes fixated on his face while his on where his cock slowly disappeared into you.

When he fully inside you, you let out a delightful sigh, blissfully smiling, "so perfect," you hummed, "so perfect inside me," you said to him with a dreamy sigh.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth as you moved on top of him, rolled your hips in a circular motion, slowly grind on him, bounced so hard with your breasts going along with the motions.

"Is this how you dream it?" You softly asked him with your hands on his chest.

He rubbed your forearm, "Even better," he sighed.

ou seductively smiled at him, then tilted your head up, took his hands, and led them to where you wanted him to touch you: all over.

You lay one foot flat on the bed to gain some leverage to go deeper, your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm came closing in.

Minho steadily held your waist, preventing you from falling to the side.

You moaned out loud.

Minho could listen to it on repeat, and he would never get tired of it.

"You're so beautiful when you moan like that," he murmured.

You clenched around him, tighter and tighter, your legs grew weak then a burst of immense pleasure surged throughout your body like a wildfire.

You toppled to the side, and Minho didn't waste time to take over from there, he turned you over on the bed and lifted you by your waist, jutting your ass up in the air.

With a hand on your hips to keep you still and steady, he pushed his length into you again.

He heard you cry into the pillow, his cock entering your still sensitive walls from the previous orgasm.

He began moving, slow and steady, angling your body as he pleased by your hips.

He lowered himself behind you, brought his mouth close to your ear, "Did someone fuck you in those two years without me?" He asked you.

"Did he fuck you better than I do?"

One hand went under to play with your clit, "No one can fuck you better than I do," he remarked, his hot breath tickling your ear when he spoke.

You didn't reply but clutched your pillow under you, moaning and screaming into it.

"You keep clenching around me," he said, gripping your hips so tight, "you want me to cum so fast?"

Minho got lost in it, at how good you felt around his cock that he thrusting into you at a relentless pace, one hand went to the nape of your neck, pushing your head onto the pillow.

"You feel so good, oh, fuck," he said between his grunts.

"I'm going to cum so hard and fill you up,"

And picked up his pace by putting all of his strength into the thrusts until he cum inside you, cock twitching and jamming it so deep inside you as he released his seed.

Without pulling out of you, he lowered himself, kissing your back and angled your head so he could kiss your face.

He heard your sniffles muffled by the pillow and got panicked, "are you crying?"

Your eyes were wet with tears that he could see the wet of your tears on the pillow, he wiped your tears with the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head and looked over your shoulder,

"That was just so good," you honestly answered.

Minho let out a mix of sighs and chuckle as he removed the hair that stuck to your face, "that good, huh?"

He took your hand and intertwined it with his on the bed, lay beside you as he put your body to the side so he could spoon you without pulling out of you, he kissed your bare shoulder repeatedly until you calmed down.

"I never cried from having sex before," you admitted.

"Trust me that it never feels this good to me before," he said to you.

"I believe it feels that good because it's with you," he added, then kissed the skin behind your ear.

You smiled hearing his comforting words tinted with so many endearments for you.

You closed your eyes, let the warmth of his body and the touches he gave you, lulled you to sleep.

-

You woke up with his hands touching your body, mouth kissing the column of your throat, and when he saw your eyes fluttering open, he smiled then whispered, "good morning,"

You saw the pale sunshine shining through the window behind him.

"Can't help yourself, I see," you mumbled.

He smiled with his mouth on your neck, "I want you so much," he murmured.

You softly smiled at him, you knew he didn't need your answer, he was just seeking your permission to go further.

Even with your head was still clouded with sleep, you could feel how pleasurable it was to have him inside you again.

"Mmh yeah, so good," he murmured.

You hummed with your eyes closed, putting a hand around his neck, and softly scratched the hair on the back of his head. He kissed your open mouth and his hips pulsating into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

You looked at his face that hovered a few inches above you, "Remind me how did we get here?" You asked him out of the blue

He breathlessly laughed, "from enemies to lovers?"

"So cliché," you commented while rolling your eyes.

Your cellphone rang from the bedside table, you stretched out your hand and groped around the table to see it was a call from work.

"Don't do anything funny," you said to him, then accepted the call.

Minho took this opportunity to his advantage.

He picked up the pace of his thrust and went as shallow as possible while looking down at your face.

You pressed your lips together to muffle your moans and talked as little as possible into the phone.

When you talked into the phone, Minho intentionally pulled out only to jam his cock back inside that a loud moan accidentally slipped past your mouth.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed while still on the phone.

"Can I call you later?" You spoke into the phone and hung up before you could receive an answer.

You put your phone away and held him close, "you're vengeful," you muttered.

He smirked then kissed you, "We're tied now," he announced.

You kissed him back, "yeah, but you'd better finish soon cause I have a meeting to go to," you informed.

Minho glanced at the clock on your bedside table, "oh yeah, me too," he said.

He groaned, then sank his mouth on you again, hips incessantly thrusting into you, and you hooked your legs around his waist, arching your back to let him penetrate deeper.

"Wait," you said into his lips.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're participating in the design for that new art gallery?" You wildly guessed.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, he didn't say anything but nodded.

"Oh, I guess we're going for another round," he said.

You brought his face close by his neck, placed a haste, slobbering kiss on his lips.

"well, let's finish this round first, shall we?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

And Minho likes it when you challenge him like this.

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SIDE B

TRACKLIST:

ANOTHER DAY. - Han x reader. (s,f)

ON TRACK. - Felix x reader. (s,f)

LEVANTER. - Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

SECRET SECRET. - I.N x reader. (s,f)

ANOTHER DAY.

Han x reader. (s,f)

There are so many things in this world but there isn't a space around for him to rest without worrying.

Han started to feel that his life was getting dull.

Everything that excites him didn't give him the same excitement he used to get from it.

His days felt like a big, surreal blur, one after another. The day started with a sigh and ended with an even heavier sigh. He wanted to do so many things but kept being chased by time, but sometimes, he just wanted to abruptly stop, not doing anything.

As he stared out into the void of his bedroom, endlessly sighing and dragging his yawn, he so badly wanted to get out of his stuffy room.

So he did.

He got outside and walked aimlessly, as far as he could go.

His feet led him to an empty park, he sat on the bench that overlooked the city view with the lights blinking, mimicking the invisible stars on the night sky.

He breathe the night air in but every intake of his breath only made his lungs weigh with the dreads he had been dragging around behind him.

He stared at the view of the city again, so quiet and still at this late hour of the night, and everyone probably sleeping soundly in their houses or about to go to sleep without all these worries in their heads.

And he felt alone.

At that moment he felt like the only one with all these miserable feelings, he didn't even want them, it just kept piling inside of him without him knowing.

He felt alone.

He reclined on the bench until his head tipped upward, facing the night sky, and he wondered if he could flip the switch off in his head.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he just wanted to be free.

Then he heard the sniffles.

He looked around to find where the sound was coming and slightly got spooked because he couldn't see anyone everywhere he looked.

When he reclined on the bench again that's when he saw you.

You were sitting on the bench next to him, and he couldn't see you earlier because of the tree that blocked you from his sight.

He heard the sniffles again, he scooted to the end of the bench to listen in on you, crying while drinking a can of beer.

He stole a glance and saw you wiped your tears on your cheek with the back of your hand, then gulped your beer again.

"I'm so stupid," you said to yourself.

And he heard your crying grow louder, saw you pressed your forearm to muffle the cries, then roughly wiped it again with the back of your hand.

"Fuck," you cursed at yourself.

"Stop fucking crying!" You said to yourself.

But you cried harder, fully sobbing with both of your hands covering your face.

And Han felt like going there to comfort you.

But he was stuck on his bench, he could only listen to the sound of your sadness.

He should be feeling bad for you, but he is partly glad that he wasn't the only miserable person awake at that hour.

But he was thankful that you made him feel less alone as he also realized that there were other people out there who were going through the same rough patch as him.

Well, at least now he knew.

There were the two of you.

People have been saying that life is one endless roller-coaster ride.

And that was a down in his life.

There was also an up in his life.

Where he could confidently go through his days without worrying, days that ended with a contented sigh for being well-spent, days where he truly made the use of his time, seized his life to the fullest.

And after that up, there was another down.

He went down the same path, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, walking to the park to stare out at the city view again to clear his mind.

He let out a long sigh once he sat down on the bench, shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and let all his weariness evaporate with the cold night air.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.

Han looked up to the girl standing next to his bench, it was you who he saw crying that day.

He stifled a nod, "Yeah, sure," he answered.

You sat next to him on the bench, leaving enough space in between the two of you, then handed him a can of beer.

"It doesn't feel good drinking alone," you said to him.

Han looked down at the canned beer and hesitated to take it.

"Or are you driving here?" You asked him.

"If that's the case, then it's okay,"

He immediately grabbed it before you took it back, "No, I'm walking here," he said, then popped open the can.

"Ah, so you live nearby," you said.

Han nodded before taking a sip of the cold beer.

You both stayed quiet, sipping your beers in silence and looking out at the night sky dotted with stars.

"The night is so clear today," you sighed with your head tipped, looking up at the dark of the sky.

Han slouched on the bench to recline and look up at the night sky.

"It's funny that those stars could have died or collapsed right in this second, but we can still see them, adorned our sky, blinking bright," you muttered.

And wow, Han wasn't expecting that kind of talk. He didn't perceive you as someone with such existential thoughts.

"The nearest star close to us took 4 years for its light to reach us, so when we look at them, we're looking back at our past," you explained.

You turned your head at him and pointed to one of the stars in the sky, "that star could have been 18 years old me telling me not to take the art major because it's hard to make a career out of it," you elaborated with awkward laughs.

Han softly laughed along, "well, for me, it would be not to pick a fight with someone that would be my coworker for the rest of my career," he said.

You both laughed while looking up at the sky, breaking the silence of the night with your shared laughter, and only stopped to take a sip of your beers.

You sighed after gulping down your beer.

"Well, I just hope I could still blinking bright like those stars even when I'm collapsing inside," you muttered into the night.

Han is oftentimes curious if everyone is happy except him. It's like everyone has figured out what to do with their emotions and bottled it up well, keep it concealed, keep it to themselves. Han couldn't do that yet, not without him collapsing along with all those feelings.

But when you said those words, Han knew that he wasn't the only one struggling with his own emotions and that he wasn't alone in this.

This is also why people say they love the 3 am version of people because they're vulnerable, honest, and real.

Han got it now why the saying is true as he looked at your face, looking so radiant even with the lack of light.

"Hey, you want to have a late-night snack or something?" You suddenly asked him.

Han wasn't really hungry, but the invite seemed too good to pass on it, so he relented.

You both walked to the nearest food stall not too far from the park, huddling close to the steaming selection of food in front of you.

You took a bite of a fishcake and hummed in delight, "oh, it's so good!" You exclaimed.

Han couldn't help himself seeing you eating deliciously like that, he eventually joined you, began eating, and couldn't stop himself from stuffing his mouth.

You laughed at how cute he looked with his cheeks filled with food.

He abruptly stopped chewing when he noticed you were watching him eating, and it was the first time he truly looked at you, you have a nice smile and endearing laughs, your eyes overflowed with warmth in them when you did either.

You gestured to his mouth, "You got sauce all over your-"

You didn't finish the sentence but hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped the mess on his face.

Once you both got full from eating, Han realized he didn't carry any money with him, "oh, I forgot my wallet," he said.

You waved him off, "it's okay, I got it," you told him and paid everything with your money.

You also went to the nearest convenience store to buy two canned drinks for both of you.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," he said to you as he took the drink from you.

"You can pay me back by winning one of those for me," you told him, pointing to the claw machine right outside the convenience store.

Han doubted if he could win one of those, he never had any luck playing those machines, but he was willing to try.

You put the spare change of money on his palm for him to play with the machine.

"I only have enough money for 3 chances," you told him with a grimace.

"I think I can do it on the first try," he confidently said.

"Well, that's great!" You told him.

You both looked down onto a pile of small plushies inside the claw machines with both of your faces illuminated by the fluorescent lights.

"Which one do you one?" He asked you.

You pursed your lips looking at the cute-looking plushies, and you couldn't pick one, "You pick one for me!" You told him.

Han also took his time to find the perfect plushie for you and spotted the star-shaped one in a pale yellow color, its eyes winking.

"Okay, I'll pick this one for you," he said after deciding on a plushie.

He inserted the money and started maneuvering the claw to the aimed plushie, when he was sure it was perfectly positioned, Han pushed the button, but unfortunately, it didn't pick up his plushie.

He groaned and slammed his hand on the glass display, "that was close!"

You laughed at his frustrated face, you immediately handed him another money, "here! Try again!"

Han took a deep breath once he inserted the money into the machine, he put all of his focus on that one last star-shaped plushie, winking at him and challenging him to win it for you.

But he failed again, and on the last try, he failed again.

"It's okay," you comforted him, "thank you for trying!" then patted him on the shoulder.

He finished his drink in one gulp.

"I have one more chance left, but I'll use it to win one for you," you told him.

Han doubted if you could win one if he couldn't win any after three tries.

You inserted the last money you had in your pocket and inserted the money into the machine, you already had one plushie for him.

You aimed the claw and pushed the button, and surprisingly, the claw took it.

Han laughed in disbelief, "how did you do that?"

You shrugged, "I don't know?" You answered with the same confusion.

You took your winning plushie and handed it to him, "I won it for you," you told him.

"An alien?" He said.

You nodded, "you don't like it?"

"Ah, too bad! I don't have any money left," you playfully added.

He nodded while laughing, "why did you pick this one?"

"It looks like you," you answered.

"An alien with blushing cheeks?" He asked and put the plushie next to his face as a comparison.

You squinted your eyes, "well, the alien looks much cooler, to be honest,"

He widened his eyes at you, "oh, should I grow another ear to look this cool?"

You laughed at his question, you glanced at your phone screen to see the time.

"It's almost 5. I have to go," you informed him.

And Han realized he should be back in the dorm too since he has a schedule in a few hours, "yeah, me too," he said.

"I live not far from here, I'll just walk," you told him as you shoved both of your hands into your coat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home first?" He asked, deep down he wasn't ready to part with you yet.

You smiled at him, "sure,"

You both walked in silence with the night sky gradually turning lighter with every passing minute, stopped walking once you arrived at the front of your house.

"This is me," you awkwardly told him, gesturing to the house with the green-painted iron gate.

"Thank you for walking me home," you told him.

Han softly smiled at you and waved the alien plushie you won for him, "No, I should thank you for this," he told you.

You laughed, "I hope he'll always keep you company,"

He laughed and looked down at the plushie.

You both stayed quiet while exchanging glances at each other with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, and you hated to be the one to break the silence, but the fatigue got the best of you.

"Okay then, bye!" You said to him.

"Bye!" He said back to you with a sweet smile on his face before you disappeared from his sight.

But Han didn't want that to be the last time he saw you.

Not when he was lying awake on his bed a few days later and couldn't think of anything else but you, he thought of you instead of getting anxious about his weary mind, and he thinks that's peculiarly interesting.

It baffled him how a stranger could give him the comfort of an old friend.

He went out in the middle of the night to search for you, he didn't know why but it wasn't his anxiety that got him that night, he went to look for you.

He didn't find you at the park, not at the food stall, you both once ate together and also not at the convenience store.

He knew your house, but it would be stupid of him to come unannounced to your house.

He needed a reason, an excuse to see you, and he knew exactly what to do for that.

He pushed the doorbell of your house and waited right outside until he heard your footsteps coming close, then opened the gate.

"Oh, hi?!" You said as soon as you figured out who rang your doorbell at 1 am.

Han smiled with such giddiness, "I won it for you!" He said then showed you the star-shaped plushie from the clawing machine.

You laughed at how adorable he was, he came in the middle of the night just to show you that.

"Oh, so you come to brag about it?" You poked fun at him.

Han laughed, "just a little," he answered, then handed you the plushie.

You took the plushie from him and squeezed its cute face.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked.

"No, I was in the middle of doing something" you muttered with your hand busy squeezing the plushie in your hands.

"Then that means I disturbed you," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "No, you're not," you denied.

"Anyway..." Han trailed his word.

He hesitated to ask you out, but he came for this, there was no way he left with nothing.

"You want to take a walk with me?" He asked while down looking down at his feet.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

A smile rose on Han's face.

"Can you wait a moment? I just need to go back inside to grab a coat," you said.

After stuffing your faces with food from the stall you once ate together, Han bought you ice cream and ate it at the playground where you both sat on the swings.

"How much you spent on the claw machine to win that plushie?" You asked him out of nowhere.

"Enough to buy the claw machine itself," he playfully answered.

You chuckled and almost choked on your ice cream, your feet kicking the ground to move the swing.

"Thank you," you said out of nowhere.

Han turned his head at you while holding the ice cream close to his mouth, "I planned on beating that claw machine anyway," he responded playfully.

"I know you saw me crying that day," you said.

Han stopped swaying in his swing then turned his head at you, he felt caught and somehow, felt bad for it.

"Thank you for not saying anything and listening to my cries," you added as you stared into his eyes.

"Thank you for not making me lonely that night," you finished.

Han looked down at his feet, and he thought if only you knew how dire he was at that moment, how you indirectly saved him for just being there and sharing the comfortable silence.

It was almost 4 in the morning when you both walked back to your house, getting to know each other just enough to be more than acquaintances.

"Of course, I know who you are," you told him without him needing to explain everything.

"And that's also why I've been wondering why didn't you buy that claw machine," you joked.

Han got flustered, felt shot by your remark that you knew him all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"And give you another chance to brag? No, thank you," You said while laughing.

He never encountered a person with compelling charms like you. You're funny and smart, you have a beautiful smile and endearing laughs, you're deeply an intuitive person and also open-minded.

You made things easier for him, or you made it seem so, and he's thankful for that.

You half-jogged to unlock the gate of your house and pushed it open just enough, you stood facing him.

"I guess this is it then?" You asked him with one hand keeping the gate door open.

Han was aware it was time for him to go as well, but he didn't want to part with you yet, and the next thing he knew, he got close to you.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet while looking at you.

"Bye," you lowly said to him because there was no use to tell him loud when he stood so close to you.

You pushed the gate door open and got in.

Han thought of leaving, but his feet didn't move, he pushed your doorbell.

You opened the gate a moment later and laughed when you saw him again, "going to use your chance to brag now?" You joked.

He laughed while softly scratching the back of his hair, "No," he replied.

"What then?" You asked him.

Han hesitated for a second, but he took a step closer, then leaned in and kissed you, softly brushing his lips over yours.

He sighed against your lips because he didn't expect this to be this good, this right, it was like this moment was made for this.

You slowly pushed him away to catch a breath.

"You want to come in?" You asked him with your eyes looking up through your lashes.

And he couldn't say no.

He let you lead him inside your house, he was surprised to see there was no one inside, and for the lack of furniture, there were only things cluttered around a desk in one corner of the room.

"My parents live abroad with my sister, she got a scholarship for her ballet," you explained, "so, I live alone,"

Han didn't know that a warm person like you lives a solitary life, and he got unbearably sad for you that he suddenly went to hug you.

And you rubbed his back, sensing his sympathy.

But all he wanted to do was make you feel less lonely, assuring you that he was there for you.

He kissed you with his hands holding your body close as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight.

You steered him in the direction of your bedroom and sent both of you tumbling down your bed, making you both laugh.

He kissed you more with your hands working open his shirt, bodies tossed and turned on the bed as pieces of clothing tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.

Until you both got naked, he pinned you under him and kissed you so softly with a hand that caressed the side of your face.

"Can you grab the condom inside one of those drawers, please?" You asked him.

He nodded, outstretched his hand to pull open the top drawer, and took out a foil packet.

Han didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted to comfort you with his presence, but the moment he laid his eyes on your heavenly body, he couldn't resist.

You endlessly enthralled him, alluring, he couldn't stop touching you and feeling the softness of your skin that made him whimper.

You kissed him on the mouth as he settled himself between your legs, "I like this little mole right here," you told him, pointing to the tiny dot of dark mole on his cheek.

He smiled at your praise, and somehow that made him feel at ease.

He didn't feel nervous like he usually does, also not the pressure to make everything right. He just wanted to make you feel good.

You moaned when he pushed his length inside you, so painstakingly slow until he fully buried inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

"I'm not okay,"

Han's eyes widened in panic.

"I'm not okay if you feel this good inside me," you corrected with a sly smile.

"You!" He glared at you, buried his mouth onto your neck, and tickled you with the tip of his nose.

You laughed with your hands around his neck, he finally stopped to kiss you again then looked into your eyes, "you're so beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He began moving against you at a steady pace while you squirmed with all the pleasure he brought on you.

You would look into each other’s faces at times and smile because this felt so right, this moment was made for this.

You held him close as you both climaxed around each other, and he kissed your neck as he relished the immense pleasure that was slowly dissipating.

You both stayed on your bed with his body overlapping yours, and you snaked a hand around his body, rubbing the warm skin of his back.

He admired your naked body under the pale sunlight by running his hand from your lips down to your chest, to the curve of the underline of your breast to your ribcage then squeezed your flesh there.

"I felt so unbearably lonely that day," you admitted, "that's why I cried,"

Han placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "and I felt so anxious that day, I couldn't sleep, I felt so hopeless and tired," he admitted.

"We are two sad people," you softly muttered with a hand gently scratching his hair.

"And we saved each other," he added.

You softly smiled at him, then held his face still with a hand on his cheek, "Hey, just because we did this, nothing has to change between us," you assured him.

"I'm okay with us being casual,"

Han took your hand and kissed the inside of your hand, "but what if I don't want that?" He asked you.

"I want us to be a chic couple," he playfully stated.

You laughed at him, "you are ludicrous,"

"I'll take that," he said as he crashed his mouth on you again.

At that moment, Han found a haven in you. A place where he can rest his soul and wash his weariness away, a place where he could replenish his strength and at the same time, be a company to you, someone you can rely on and try to comfort you with his presence.

When he felt his life going to take another down, he knew where to go.

He would come knocking on your door, and you would welcome him with a hug.

And he would melt into your embrace as you rubbed his back while softly muttering, "it's okay, it's just another day."

-

ON TRACK.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Even a fool knows that you're the best thing he has ever got.

Felix didn't realize this when he was still having his days filled with you.

You had been friends since childhood, and that was probably what made him mistake his love for the comfort from the friendship you had built over the years.

You've been there since his dreams were just wishful thinking.

You encouraged him, supported him, gave him just enough push towards what he wanted the most, towards his dreams.

And you weren't there when his dreams were becoming true.

You knew what he was capable of even people kept telling him to stop, you knew his value even before anyone knew his worth, and he loved you for that.

He didn't know that back then.

When you had to leave because you also going to chase your dream, he just watched as the train took you away from him.

And he knew he was too late.

He only regretted it now for missing out on the chance, hated himself for not getting close to you.

He should've come up with any reason to stop you from leaving that day, he should have asked you to turn around and look at him, he would've said, 'Don't go! Don't leave me!'.

And it had been years now, he misses you.

Or is it just him that misses you?

He misses all the times he had spent together with you.

Your laughs, your smiles, your encouraging words that always lift his spirit, your comforting touches, and how he likes having your hand rub the small of his back.

And lately, he had been thinking of how things would turn out if he conveyed his feelings for you, how would he spends his time with you and probably for all of his life.

He got so used to that picture-perfect of him being together with you that it became his daily life.

When he saw you stood there at the end of the hall, waiting for him with a smile on your face, Felix felt that he got closer to that picture-perfect.

He walked up once again towards you.

"Hey," you beamed at him when he got closer with a scintillating smile.

He didn't hesitate to hug you, and you didn’t shy away from it, you hugged him back.

He hummed as he drank the scent he is familiar with, "you're here!" He said.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to be here," you told him.

When you told him you were coming to the concert, Felix sent someone to get you to come backstage so he could meet you before he got on stage.

He lowly chuckled, "I can't believe you're really here!" He said again as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled at him, "I know right? It feels like yesterday we were taking dance classes together every Friday afternoon," you told him.

"How long will you be here?" He quickly asked.

"Just for the weekend," you replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the hotel," you answered.

Someone came behind Felix and whispered something to him while he nodded along.

"Oh, you'd better get back!" You told him.

Felix wanted to stay long but it was impossible with the time he has, "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," You assured him.

"Can you stay after the concert later?" He asked you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered.

He nodded, that is one thing he could anticipate at the end of the night.

"I'll be cheering for you!" You playfully told him.

He sheepishly smiled, "I'll be seeing you!" He joked back.

"Sure, I'll be the one in black," you told him pointing to the black t-shirt you were wearing.

"Not going to be hard to find," he sneered.

You laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, "see you later!"

"See you later!" He said back.

He got a little sad being the one leaving you right then and watched as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

At the end of the night, Felix got a little disappointed that you didn't wait for him as you promised him, but he also understood that maybe you didn’t want to make him more tired than he already was.

Felix's window of opportunity wouldn't last long since he only got until the end of the weekend to do what he always wanted to do.

He called your hotel room the next morning to make sure you were still there, "Hey," you said as you picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry about last night for not waiting for you," you began, "I assume you'd be tired so..."

"It's okay," he convinced you.

He heard you sigh in relief at the end of the line.

"I didn't mean to really," you assured him.

"No worries!" He said again.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, Felix stalled because he wanted to pick his words carefully.

"Do you have any plan for tonight?" He asked.

"Tonight?" You asked again.

"I planned on staying in and eating in the whole day, other than that. No!" You elaborated.

Felix softly smiled, "do you want to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"Dancing?"

"Dancing?" You asked back in utter confusion.

"Dancing like we used to do back when were little," he explained.

The recollections of the two of you taking a dance class together rushed through your mind, him in those mini tuxedoes and you in your ballroom dresses in striking colors, a dancing pair for years until both of you gave up the class because you grew up and it wasn't cool to do it anymore.

"I don't know if I still remember how to dance but I'd love that, oh my God, yes," you exclaimed.

Felix chuckled because he didn't expect that much enthusiasm from you, he could feel that his plan was going the way he wanted.

"I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"See you later!" He said with a gleeful smile.

He came to pick you up right on time, waited by the lobby of the hotel until you came out of the elevator wearing a red dress, you let your hair down, but what made you beautiful was the smile that didn't wear off as you walked up to him.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" You beamed, looking at him dressed so neatly in a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.

"And you look so beautiful!" He praised you he couldn't look away, you mesmerized him.

You gave him a quick twirl and the hem of the dress swaying with the movement, "I went out earlier and bought the dress," you showed him your new shoes, "I also bought a new pair of dancing shoes," you told him.

Felix softly laughed at you, seeing you excited like this that he couldn't be any happier.

But when he arrived at the ballroom, and everyone who attended the dance was mostly elderly people, he believed you were the only two young people there and that his plan just went off the rail.

He turned his head at you, ready to apologize for such a disappointing night.

But he found you smiling so brightly with crinkles in your eyes as you watched the swarm of people dancing in the middle of the ballroom, "Oh my God, how exciting!" You told him.

"Can we go dance now?" You asked him with such giddiness.

Felix nodded, somehow your excitement infected him in an instant.

He offered his hand, and you placed your hand on his, he took you to the dance floor, placed one hand on your waist, and the other clasped with your hand.

You danced the night away, sweeping the floor with both of your feet, giggling and smiling in between, you didn't even care if you missed out a few steps as long as you were having fun.

"I think we should take a water break," Felix suggested.

He understood that you were thrilled to continue dancing but looking at you panting, running out of breath, he took it that you were tired.

You waited on a vacant table while Felix took a few drinks, when he returned, an elderly asked you to dance with him. He knew you wouldn't say no to him, he nodded at you when you asked him for permission.

"I'll wait here," he told you and sat on the chair watching you dancing with the elderly man with white hair.

And this is why he loves you.

Your warmth, your charms, everything about you is just so beautiful, inside and out.

The elderly man escorted you back to your table and kissed the back of your hand, "Thank you so much for dancing with an old man like me," he said to you.

You smiled at him, "no, it's an honor for me," you courteously said to him.

The elderly man looked at Felix, "you got a fine young lady here," he said to him.

And Felix nodded, agreed with the elderly man.

Felix slid your drink in front of you on the table and you immediately took a big gulp, "I never dance this hard in my life," you said to him.

"I wish I can relate to that," he said to you.

You laughed because you understood what he meant by that, "this feels like breathing to you," you joked.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Let's have the last dance," you suggested.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "we can do a slow dance," you said to him.

He agreed, got up from the chair, and courteously asked for your hand for a dance.

You did a waltz dance with him, slow dancing even though the music that was playing was ideally for tango. He held you by your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes, "thank you for taking me here," you said to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like it? I love it!" You corrected him, then rested your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed in sync.

Felix just got closer to what he wanted the most.

You had no idea how long he had been waiting for a moment like this to happen.

Even after time keeps passing by, this constant desperation of him makes him look for you, search for you and you came to him every night and tantalize him, tantalize him more the longer he was away from you.

And now, you were so close, you were in his arms and he could smell the scent of you that give him a sense of comfort, of home.

It hurts him now that he had been keeping all these feelings for you for long.

You waited for Felix as he ordered ice cream for both of you, it was like a callback to the past of how the two of you always had ice cream after dance class.

When he returned with your favorite vanilla ice cream, he saw you were massaging your foot with your shoes off.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down across from you.

You sighed, "It's the new shoe problem," you answered.

Felix looked down at your feet and saw the blisters formed on your feet, he hissed as if he was the one in pain, "that looks so bad," he commented.

"It's alright. It's not that painful really," you assured him.

"You wait here," he ordered, "and eat your ice cream,"

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he dashed toward the exit.

"Just wait, I won't be long," he told you.

Felix came back after a few minutes, and his ice cream was melted in his cup, he squatted on the floor to put ointment and bandages on the blisters on your feet.

"I can do that myself," you said to him.

He didn't reply but continued tending to your feet, then pulled out a pair of slippers so you wouldn't have to wear your shoes again.

"Oh Felix, thank you," you sincerely muttered your gratitude.

He sat back on his chair, "I can't stand it seeing you like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Looking adorable with a scrunched nose like that," he teased you.

"Better eat your ice cream quick before it melts," you shouted at him, then took a spoonful of his ice cream with your spoon.

You decided to take a walk because the hotel you were staying at wasn't that far from the ice cream shop, Felix grabbed your hand then twirled you, you spun around, but since you were wearing slippers, you slipped and crashed onto him.

He was quick to catch you into his arms and didn't let go, he looked into your eyes then all of sudden, he blurted out, "I love you,"

It took you a moment to process those three words until it fully sank in, then you smiled, "I love you too," you said back to him.

He wasn't sure if you have the same meaning behind those words with him, so he kissed you.

You dropped the shoes you had been carrying onto the pavement, looped your hands around his neck, and kissed him back with the same eagerness.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, "it took us a long time," you breathlessly said to him.

Felix nodded, agreeing with you, he didn't know that you have just the same feelings for him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him, having his feelings reciprocated.

If he had known, he would have told you sooner.

The night continued in your hotel room, both of you stumbled inside once you unlocked the room with the keycard, latching your mouth together with Felix pushed your body further inside.

You dropped everything onto the floor as he lifted you, sat you down on a desk, and knocked things off to the floor.

He cupped your face with both hands and looked into your eyes, still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you love him back.

He pressed a gentle kiss while you slipped your hands under his arms and held him close.

"You feel so surreal," he said against your lips.

You smiled at him and kissed him with all of your heart, "I am real," you told him.

He angled your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss, drowning you both in sensuous delight.

His hands worked open the zipper of your dress, the noise it made resounding in the quiet of the room, then he slid the dress down until it pooled around your waist.

He didn't waste time to place kisses down your bare chest with hand impatiently unclasped your bra then tossed it aside.

You reclined on the desk and let him savor your breasts, taking it into his mouth in turns with your hand tangled in his soft hair.

When it got too uncomfortable, he carried you to bed and watched your naked body splayed on the bed with nothing on but the silk red underwear you were wearing.

Your body was blotchy red, flustered under his lustful gaze, and ultimately because you were the only one naked while he was still fully clothed.

You sat up on the bed and reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, you took it off by sliding it down his arms. You unbuttoned his shirt next with his eyes intently watched your fingers work to open the button one by one until you finished, then he took it off himself.

You lay back down and watched him unbuckle his belt, your thighs pressed together when he slowly pulled his trousers down along with his underwear until he was fully naked in front of you.

He is gorgeous, despite his slim figure, he has a muscular body and firm muscles to the touch. You whimpered as you felt the muscles contract under your touch when he lowered himself on top of you.

"Make love to me, Felix," you told him.

Felix closed his eyes when he heard the request, it was like you just asked him to do what he had been waiting for all of his life.

His hand tugged the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, off your legs. He kissed the skin around your heating core, teasing you just the right way, and when he finally landed his mouth on your cunt, you gasped in pleasure.

His mouth felt soft and warm on you, you looked down at him enjoying stimulating you with his mouth with his hands firmly keeping your legs open.

When he deemed the stimulation is enough, he retracted his mouth and settled himself between your legs, and hastily kissed your mouth.

You kept your legs open as he pushed his cock inside you little by little with your moans muffled by his kiss, he groaned into your mouth once he fully sheathed inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands around his neck.

"You feel so right," you breathlessly said to him with his face only inches away from you.

He kissed you again as he began moving, making love to you as you asked him to, with so much care and affection, fluttering little touches here and there.

He took your hand in his and clasped it together as he picked up the pace, "keep your eyes on me," he ordered you.

You obeyed, you locked your eyes with him and didn't dare to look away even for a mere second.

"I love you," he said between his grunts.

"I love you," you said back.

You called out his name out loud as you climaxed and he cum inside you not long after, relishing the moment by peppering your face with his kisses.

You put on his shirt after you got back from the bathroom then lay back down next to him on the bed, which he immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" He asked you.

You slipped your hand under his arm and rested your hand on his back, "technically, it's today," you corrected him.

"Do you really have to leave today?" He asked again.

"Sadly, yeah," you answered.

You moved your hand back to the front to touch his muscles, tracing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.

"Don't leave!" He begged.

"We only live a few hours away from each other," you tried to compromise with him.

"I need you here," he said to your face as she cupped your cheek with his hand.

You sighed in delight, it felt like a discovery that you mean so much to him.

"I'll visit often," you convinced him.

He sighed, knowing that there was no better option since he couldn't promise you anything but tried his best for you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, "but it took us a long time to get here," he whined.

You hugged him back, putting your hands on his back, "I know," you sighed.

"We'll find a way," you assured him while rubbing his back in a soothing pattern.

"Can we skip the soppy talk and make out or something?" You playfully asked with a soft laugh as a way to console him.

He lifted his head to face him, "or something?" He asked with eyebrows raised.

You bit your lower lip while seductively smiling and nodding at him, "or something," you repeated.

Felix could settle with this, for now, he didn't want to pressure you to fulfill his selfish wishes, if it's the only way to keep you then he would accept it.

What matters the most is you.

When it was time for you to leave, Felix stood in front of you with a smile yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You hurriedly hugged him, "I'll come back soon, I promise," you muttered to him.

He hugged you back and tightened his hold around you, "I should have told you sooner," he muttered with regrets.

You pulled away just enough to leave a space between you, "Felix, it's better late than never," you said to him.

He nodded in agreement, pressed his forehead with yours, "Can I visit you sometimes?" He asked.

"Of course!" You shorty replied, "you can visit me anytime,"

"Okay," he smiled at your answer.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other’s presence like the world was made for both of you even though a lot of people were passing by in the train station.

"I should get on the train," you announced and shot him a sad smile.

He softly groaned with his eyes closed.

You laughed at him, adorably sulking like that at you that you couldn't help but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"The train will leave in a few minutes," you told him.

"Then let it leave," he tightened his hold around you and not willing to let go, "I'll keep you here," he nuzzled his head deep into your neck.

You let him have his way with you, letting him hold you for a few more minutes until he let himself go.

"I'll wait for you," he said to you.

You nodded, "wait for me," you said back.

He kissed you with a hand on your neck, and you kissed him back with your hands around his body.

"I love you," he said again, he wanted to make sure you remember those three words well even if you live so far away.

You smiled against his lips, "I love you too," you replied.

"And I hate to tell you, but I really have to get on the train now," you told him with a frown.

He nodded and slowly let go of you, except you were the one not willing to let go this time. You pulled him for another kiss, pouring all of your heart's contents into the kiss.

Then quickly let go, gently pushed him away before you got the urge to kiss him again.

"Bye," you told him and walked onto the platform, waving your hand at him before getting on the train.

He waved back at you, looking at the last of your smile before you disappeared. He felt a bit sad, but the happiness that came from his dream came true was overwhelming, his heart palpitation for every time he reminded that you are truly his and that you love him back.

He watched as the train leaves, taking you away with it yet he knew that your heart would always be close to his, and keeping it on track.

-

LEVANTER.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

How can you pack your life in boxes?

In eight big boxes to be precise.

You looked around your almost empty room except for the bed and the study desk that had been accompanied you for these past years of college.

It felt like yesterday you got into college, young and curious, hopeful and eager.

Looking back at it now, you felt like missed but also lived through a lot of things as well. There was gain and loss. You just hoped you got the best of both worlds.

You took a deep breath, and the sound echoed through the still air of the room.

You sat on the end of the bed, hugging your knees, and got unbearably sad at that moment, got hit by the realization that you had to leave this life behind, moving on to a new chapter of your life.

To be honest, it was scary but exciting at the same time. Scary because life gets harder as you get older, but excited to find out more things you are capable of.

Your phone vibrated on the bed, and you picked it up to see an unknown number on the phone screen, you got skeptical but gave in, then pressed accept the call.

"Hello?" You spoke on the phone.

You heard rustles and heavy breathing, then the sound of a car passing by.

"This is Seungmin from 2018, and he wanted to take you on the first date," he said.

You laughed at him, "how are you calling from the past?" You asked him, playing along with his joke.

"By a magic payphone," he answered.

Then you remembered the first time he took you on a date, he called you through the payphone right across the street from your apartment building.

You got up from the bed and walked to the window to see if he was really there, you pulled open the window, and there he was, waving his hand at you with a sly smile on his face from inside the phone booth.

You smiled and waved back at him, "so, where are you taking me for our first date?" You playfully asked him even though you could recount how your first date went in detail.

"Why don't you come down and find out?" He said to you.

He was standing across the street, yet you could see his bright puppy smile that invited you to smile back.

You hung up the phone and quickly put on something decent for the spontaneous date, tossed your things into your purse, then jogged downstairs.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath quickened from the running mixed with the excitement of going to meet him in a matter of seconds.

You waited until there was no car, then crossed the street, saw him standing there waiting for you with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"Hi," you bashfully said.

He sheepishly smiled at you, "Hi," he said back.

And it was awkward, exactly like the first time you were on a date with him, and he scratched the back of his neck when he didn't know what to say next.

You laughed, "shall we go now?" You asked him.

He nodded, "yes,"

You walked on the pavement with you staying on the inner side but this time, he didn't hesitate to hold your hand and intertwined it with his.

It was winter when you had our first date, he took you to ice skate in the park, and he took you to the same ice rink you went to.

You sat on the bench as he put on the shoes for you then looked up at you, "is it too tight?" He asked you once he finished strapping the shoes for you.

You shook your head.

Looking down at him and the fluff of his hair gave you the urge to kiss him, and so you did.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled, "thank you," you muttered.

He got up then held his hand out at you, you took it, letting him lead you inside the ice rink, and held on to him as the slippery ice welcomed you.

"I'm still bad at it," you informed him.

You were never good at any activity that required body balance, and that was why you always bump your knees into things, you are clumsy like that.

He took both of your hands on his and held them tight, "you can hold onto me," he assured you.

Seungmin helped you ice skate through the rink, doing a few laps together with him holding you close and keeping you steady.

"You're getting good at this!" He praised.

One praise and you lost your balance, slipped on the ice, fell on your back. You had seen this coming, and it didn't come as a surprise anymore.

"I'm okay," you quickly said to him.

He helped you get up and all of a sudden, pulled you into a hug. He put his hands around your waist and held you close, he didn't care about the existence of other people in the rink.

You put your hand around his neck and hugged him back, "is it to save me from embarrassment?" You joked.

He softly laughed, "No, I'm just so proud of you," he said.

"For falling?" You joked again.

"For getting up," he answered.

You placed a sneaky peck on his neck then whispered to him, "can you let go now it's getting embarrassing," you told him.

He slowly pulled away, but he was quick to place a kiss on your lips with a hand splayed on your jaw.

"Let's go do another lap," he said with a blank expression like he didn't just kiss you a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, sure," you breathlessly replied.

After ice skating, he took you to a convenience store, also the same one where he took you on the first date. He remembered exactly what you bought that day, a cup of noodles with a sausage, a bottle of lychee tea, and a bag of potato chips.

You laughed when he placed all of that in front of you on the table, "oh, you missed something!" You told him with a glare.

He stopped from pulling the chair, "what?"

"You forgot the string cheese," you answered.

His mouth hung open in slight shock, "okay, wait here, I'll get it for you,"

You quickly grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down, "just sit down, please?" You ordered.

And he sat down, scooted his chair closer to you, then ate your noodles together.

As you sat there watching him eating, you realized he was different from the first time he went on a date with you. He was awkward, fidgety and there was an edge to his voice whenever he talked, unsure of the words he said. But he changed now, he got confident, he knew how to be around you and provide comfort for you. Things that hadn't changed are his loving gaze and that smile of his that always put you at ease in an instant.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "since when did you get this much cooler?" You teased.

He nuzzled his head against yours, "since when did you become this clingy?" He asked back.

You chuckled even though he knew what was the reason you became so clingy to him.

"You were so nervous on our first date, and I listened to you singing under your breath to calm yourself down," you told him, looping your hand around his arm.

He laced your hand with yours on your lap, "I like you so much that was why I got so nervous," he answered with such coy as if his answer didn't make your heart just skip a beat.

You turned your head at him, "what about now?"

"I like you less," he shortly replied.

You pouted.

And he kissed your pout, "but I love you more,"

You groaned at him and hid your face in his neck, "cringe!" You exclaimed and squeezed his hand for comfort.

The last thing you did on your first date was take him to the studio on the campus where you worked on your sculpture, you didn't have anything to show him now since you just graduated, but he still took you there.

You flipped the switch, and lights started flooding the studio with the smell of clay and paints welcomed you both as you stepped in further.

You took him there to show him a sculpture you were working on for an assignment, you led his hand to touch the hardening clay, then he got panicked thinking that he had just broken a piece, making you laugh at how adorable he looked.

And that was when he kissed you for the first time.

You still got the butterflies when the memory flashed through your head.

Sadly, I don't have any sculpture to show you," you told him.

You took his hands, led him to the sofa that is a prop for a model to pose for paintings or sculptures, then pushed him onto it.

He plopped down with a low thud along with a yelp, "ouch!" He exclaimed.

You giggled, then took a few steps in front of him, close enough for him to see the whole you.

"But I got something else to show you," you said with a seductive smile.

You kicked your shoes away with giggles, your eyes looked into him as you tugged the hem of your blouse, then pulled it off of you.

"Since when did you get this bold, mmh?" Seungmin beamed then looked around the place, afraid that someone was around, and when he was sure there were only the two of you there, he slouched on the sofa and looked at you again.

You unzipped your skirt next, then let it fall onto the floor.

Low whimpers escaped through his gritted teeth as Seungmin looked at you standing in front of him, naked except for the matching underwear in pale pink colors.

"Come here!" He ordered with his hands outstretched at you.

You walked up to him and took his hands as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Is this what you're trying to show me?" He asked you with his hands gripped each side of your hips.

You nodded with a sly smile on your face.

"You drive me crazy," he told you, then crashed his lips against you.

The kiss took your breath away, and you barely functioning as he took the rest of your undergarments then lay you down naked on the sofa.

He kneeled at the end of the sofa, hastily taking his clothes off and letting them fall onto the floor.

"I usually don't let myself be reckless like this," he told you as he lowered himself on top of you.

"But you're so hard to resist," he finished, then sank his mouth on you.

The sex was painstakingly slow, each thrust went deeper than the previous, and Seungmin didn't break eye contact even for a mere second.

"Always taking me so well," he praised you as he placed a gentle kiss.

You didn't hold back from moaning and let it resound in the studio, it was somehow arousing to have sex in a place where you worked, added to the fact that someone might walk in on you at any time.

"So good, Seungmin," you told him as his cock nudged the right spot inside you.

Seungmin propped a hand next to your head to continue moving against you, putting a bit more strength and thrusting harder into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly and heard you calling his name heavy with lust in it riled him the best way.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he informed you.

"I want you to keep it inside for me,"

He lay a hand flat on your abdomen, watching as his cock went in and out of you at a sloppy pace.

"You're going to take all of me," he said to you, then went still for a few seconds as his orgasm hit him.

His eyes flicked to your fucked out face, also reeling from the climax you earned earlier.

Seungmin dug his cock deeper to release all of his seed in you, "yes, take all of me," he breathlessly cooed at you.

When he pulled out, he quickly reached for your underwear on the floor then put it on you, preventing his cum from leaking out of you.

You both stayed on the sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s touches against the quiet of the studio.

"This first date thing," you put your fingers in between his, "is a good idea," you said.

Seungmin tenderly kissed your knuckles.

"I love it!" You exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he said to you.

He caressed your cheek with so much love and care, tried to make a blueprint of your face then etched it onto his mind.

"Don't worry about anything," he suddenly said.

"You were born to do great things," he continued, then traced your jaw with his index finger.

And you hated to be reminded that he wouldn't be there witnessing all of the great things you'll achieve.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the tears away from coming out, "we'll achieve our dreams," you optimistically said to him despite having to do it in separate ways.

You shut him up with kisses, stopping the conversation from going in the direction you didn't want it to go, then buried your head in his chest.

You drank his scent for you couldn't get the exact same scent anywhere in the world, a scent of him, a scent that gives you comfort and warmth, a scent that would remind you of his loving embrace.

The night was getting late when he walked you back to your apartment, and the streets were getting empty, you stopped walking next to the phone booth.

"Is it really the magic payphone?" You asked him.

He nodded, "you just need to punch the number of the years you wanted, and you'll be connected to the you from that year," he said.

You chuckled at him.

"If you don't trust me, just try it," he said to you in a mocking tone.

You took the handle of the phone and pushed it close to your ear, you heard the dialing tone then hummed as you think of a number, "I'll call the 19 years old me so that would be 2019," you said the pushed the number on the keypad.

It didn't link to any number, but you pretended, "oh hello, it's you from the future," you began.

"I know that you have a boyfriend named Kim Seungmin and you'll be having burgers for lunch later," you continued.

You looked at him, smiling because he knew what you were about to say.

"You should tell him about your allergy so he wouldn't order you a burger with shrimp on it," you spoke with your eyes squinted at him.

"I'm saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing you all bloated and red, I know you could die from the allergy, but the shame lasts an eternity," you talked to the phone even though it played the disconnected tone.

"Make good choices!" You said.

You pushed the phone back to your ear to add something, "but can you keep the guy?"

You nodded as if the one you talked to was right in front of you, "yes, he's a keeper, you shouldn't let him go, no matter what,"

"Things might get rough after but hang in there!" you finished, then hung up.

Seungmin shrugged with his hands turned up, "see? It works!"

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let him take his turn, "your turn, now!"

He stepped into the phone booth, and you stayed inside with him, squeezing the two of you together.

Seungmin took the handle of the phone and confidently punched the number 2018, he waited as if the phone really connected.

"Hey Seungmin, it's you from four years later, don't worry you graduated with honors so you can slack off a bit," he began.

"Just a little, I said," he added.

"I know it would be the first day of college, and you are nervous, but at the end of the day, you'll meet a beautiful girl near the fountain in the campus garden," he said with his eyes looking at you.

"You'll know it's her. She has a beautiful smile, and the moon was shining so bright that night, but it couldn't match the brightness of her smile," he said.

You smiled at him as you intently listened to his words.

"She'll make a fool out of you, turn you a bit loopy, you can't sleep because you keep thinking about her," he nodded along to his own words.

"She's as beautiful as the art she makes," he added.

Seungmin sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot and placed a hand on the booth on your side, slightly leaning at you.

"I hate to tell you this, but you'll part ways with her at one point," he sadly uttered.

"She'll be going away to chase her dreams, and so do you," he said with his eyes closed as if that hurt him from the inside.

"Because that's life, it's fucking suck," he cursed out loud

You never heard him curse like that before, but you understood from the resentment you felt in his words, he hated the world for separating you.

"But you'll always be in love with her, you'll always remember the moments you had together for life," he sadly muttered.

You swallowed the hot lump growing in your throat from holding back your tears, "and I pray that you will be able to survive losing her," he said.

And you couldn't stop your tears from falling, you cried as he too choked on his breath trying not to break down in front of you.

Seungmin cleared his throat before continuing to speak into the phone.

"And I pray that she will come back to you if she can," he finished, and his voice got broke at the end of the sentence.

You broke down against him, crying into his chest while clutching the lapels of his jacket.

You got sad because it felt so unfair to you, you found just the right person to be with you, yet the world kept wanting to separate you. You will never get how the world works, but the unfairness of it all angers you to no end.

Seungmin held you tight, then kissed the top of your head, "I told her everything already," he said into the phone, "it's all good now," he ended the call, then put the phone back.

He held you tight inside the cramped space of the phone booth, your cries resounding, and your tears seeped into his clothes.

"I love you," he hoarsely said to you, then tipped your head to place a kiss on your forehead.

He let you rest your head on his chest again, one hand rubbing your back and the other gently patting your head, "I love you," he muttered again.

He pressed his mouth on the top of your head, "It's all good now."

-

SECRET SECRET.

I.N x reader. (s,f)

It's not hard to know that Seungmin has feelings for you.

When everyone laughed, he looked at you, watching your reactions and also because your smile is that pretty, or Jeongin thought so.

And Jeongin had been witnessing all these subtle things Seungmin did around you, like how he liked to secretly watch over you and quickly looked away before you notice, or that he liked paying close attention to you when you talked to him like you were the only person existing in the world.

Then there were times he was being obvious like he would sulk when you got too close to the other members that Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness.

You are the closest to Jeongin because you knew him long before you knew everyone else.

He could easily tell you about Seungmin, but that wouldn't be fair to Seungmin, and Jeongin has no right to tell you.

Jeongin sent you off after a night out together and watched you get into a taxi with Seungmin with him.

When the two of them got into the elevator, he tapped Seungmin’s shoulder until he looked over at him.

"You like her, don't you?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin got startled, "Uhm... no," he stuttered his words, the answer didn't match his cheeks which were blushing profusely.

Jeongin softly chuckled, "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret," he told him.

Seungmin got quiet and his body went rigid in front of him, when the elevator door slid open, the quickly got out as if trying to escape Jeongin's drilling questions.

When he unlocked the door to the dorm though, he considered something, and Jeongin waited behind him.

Seungmin slowly turned around to face Jeongin, "do you think you can set us up for a date?" He asked him with so much hesitancy in his voice.

Jeongin put his hand on his shoulder, "why are you so tense? It's just me," he said to him.

Seungmin shrugged, "I never like someone this much," he foolishly admitted.

And Jeongin could feel the sincerity in Seungmin's words, he likes you that much he couldn't contain it anymore.

Jeongin felt obligated to help him since he is the one closest to him, "I'll help you, don't worry!" He assured him.

Seungmin sighed as if half of the effort has done by saying it.

"Now, can you unlock the door so we can get in?" Jeongin reminded him since they were still standing outside the door of their dorm.

Seungmin laughed because he felt like a fool, then hurriedly unlocked the door to let them both in.

Jeongin successfully secured a date for you and Seungmin, the plan was to go to the movies together then he would part with you after so the two of you could have the rest of the day together.

"She doesn't drink soda," Jeongin reminded Seungmin.

"That I know," Seungmin said.

"She likes caramel popcorn, she can't eat spicy food, and she's allergic to shrimp so I suggest avoiding seafood for dinner," he informed.

"Is there anything else? Things that I hadn't known before?" Seungmin seriously asked him.

Jeongin rolled his eyes because he just told him that now, he then think of all the pet peeves you have, "she hates someone who talks during movies, makes noise while eating, and is a messy eater," he added.

Seungmin heavily sighed, "well, I'm not Changbin so I shouldn't worry," he savagely remarked.

Jeongin laughed at him, "and oh, she doesn't like flowers,"

Seungmin scrunched his nose in confusion, "why?"

"Because she can't eat them," Jeongin lightly answered.

"Huh?"

Jeongin laughed again, "she'd rather receive food as a gift than flowers,"

"Oh!" Seungmin exclaimed, "she's interesting!" Seungmin said with that foolish smile of him.

"I know," Jeongin said, and it might have slipped his mouth, but every one can easily agree that you are different from other girls.

it also mazed him how much he knows about you more than he knows himself.

Jeongin elbowed Seungmin when he saw you coming their way.

"Am I late?" You asked them the moment you got in front of them.

Seungmin shook his head, "no, you actually come right on time," he said.

Jeongin's hand reached for a strand of stray hair and put it behind your ear, "the movie is about to start in fifteen minutes,"

"I don't like waiting long for movies as long as we got enough time to buy popcorn," Seungmin said.

You gasped, "oh my God, yes, me too!"

Jeongin watched as you and Seungmin went to buy popcorn and drinks for the three of you.

You got to sit in the middle between Jeongin and Seungmin, you shared a bucket of caramel popcorn with Seungmin while Jeongin enjoyed his butter popcorn.

"Why are we watching a horror movie?" You asked Seungmin.

"Because you like horror, right?" He asked you back.

You nodded.

You turned your head at Jeongin, who watched the movie through his half-shut eyes, "you can hold my hands if you're scared," you whispered to him, then offered your hand to him on the armrest of the seat.

He glared at you but you shot him a grin instead.

"Do not hesitate to hide on my shoulder," you teased him.

But Jeongin, fortunately, survived the horror movie with dignity still intact even though he had to close his eyes so tight when the scary scenes came on the screen.

You linked your arms with theirs and led them out of the cinema, "so, what are we having for dinner?" You asked them.

"I know a place," Seungmin quickly suggested a place.

Jeongin shot a glance at Seungmin and he quickly shot him a knowing glance back, gesturing that he knew what he was doing.

Jeongin was impressed that Seungmin chose just the right restaurant, and he saw you just as impressed with Seungmin’s choice.

"I've never been here before," you beamed as you looked around.

"I once went here to try the pasta," Seungmin answered as he slid the menu to you on the table.

You scanned the list of foods on the menu but couldn't decide on one, "why don't you recommend something for me," you said to him.

Seungmin was more than happy to do it, he smiled then looked down at the menu, explaining the foods he had here before.

Jeongin saw as both of your heads huddled close together across the table, laughing and talking, and Seungmin couldn't stop smiling.

And Jeongin took it as a cue that it was time for him to leave.

He cleared his throat and pretended to read a text on his phone, "I'm sorry, guys, but I think I have to go," he said to you and Seungmin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why?" You asked him.

"My mom needs me to buy her something," Jeongin answered as he took a jacket from the empty seat next to him.

"Can you do it later after dinner?" You asked.

Jeongin shook his head, "you know she wouldn't text me if it's not urgent," he explained.

"Well," you pouted, "be careful then!" You told him as he headed toward the exit.

You and Seungmin waved at him as he exited the restaurant.

When Jeongin walked out of the restaurant and watched you and Seungmin together, he felt something tugged in his chest, and it was probably because he felt like he wasn't part of the picture anymore.

But he should be happy that he paired you up with someone reliable like Seungmin and he likes you so much, plus, both of you are his good friends, he couldn't be happier.

Then again, why he was feeling the opposite?

He felt... something is not right.

And Jeongin had been walking for only God knows how long, if it wasn't for the raindrops hitting his face, he wouldn't realize it.

So he stood there, let the rain wash away his worries, and let it fall with every drop of rain until the end of his fingertips.

After a few weeks, Jeongin took it that the relationship between you and Seungmin was going well because he had seen Seungmin going out with you a few times now.

At one point, Jeongin got curious that he asked Seungmin about it but tried not to sound obvious.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin showed him a combination of outfits at him, but Jeongin shook his head, disagreed with his choice of jeans.

"I'm going to tell her today," Seungmin asked.

Jeongin stopped trailing his hands on the hanging clothes, "That's... that's great!" He half-heartedly said.

Seungmin took the jeans Jeongin had picked for him, "I'm still not sure if she likes me back, but I have a good feeling about this," he confidently stated while checking out his appearance in the mirror.

"But you went out with her several times already, shouldn't you have known by now?" Jeongin asked as he leaned his back against the wall.

"I know right? I shouldn't worry too much," Seungmin replied, even though that didn't answer Jeongin's question.

Jeongin became restless from that moment.

He regretted asking Seungmin in the first place because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Seungmin came home earlier than he had expected, and a blank expression on his face.

Jeongin worried for him because he had never seen him like this, "are you alright? What happened?" He asked with his voice tinted with concern.

Seungmin went to the kitchen then poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, he just held the glass in his hand.

"I tell her everything..." Seungmin spoke so low as he tried to take a grasp of reality.

Jeongin tipped his head to the side in curiosity, "and then what happened?" He asked.

"She..." Seungmin sighed and gripped his glass tighter that his knuckles turned white.

"She just left without saying anything," he finished.

Jeongin jerked his head away in disbelief, that wasn't something you would do, because he knows how outspoken and straightforward you are as a person.

He wondered what happened to you? He got worried that he couldn't stay still, he hurriedly took his things and went to your place.

He knocked on your door a few times, "it's me," he announced.

"Can you open the door for me, please?" He pleaded.

He didn't hear anything from behind the door, but he believed you were inside, and he started to get panicked the longer you didn't open the door for him.

"I know what happened," he weakly said.

"I just want to see if you're alright,"

He knocked again a few times more for you to finally open the door.

You were crying, and he could see that from the puffy, red eyes and your hair was a mess.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but headed back inside and let the door open to let him in. Jeongin followed you after closing the door behind him.

"Can you please say something?" He asked.

You stood there in the middle of the room looking out at the window, at the rain pouring outside and lightly tapping the glass.

He walked up to you, and you looked at him but didn't say anything to him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Jeongin began as he put a hand on your arm.

"Didn't you say you know what happened?" You asked him back with such bitterness.

Jeongin sighed, but he understood your unpleasantness, "but why?" He asked you.

"Seungmin likes you so much," he said to you while searching for your eyes.

You put his hand away from you, "if you don't have anything else to say, you might as well just leave," you told him.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand by the wrist, "if you don't like him but feel bad for saying so, I can help you with it," he said.

You yanked your hand away and looked him in the eyes, "I like him," you said.

"I like him as a friend," you corrected, "especially because he's your friend,"

Jeongin nodded, "I can help you trying to-"

"And because I thought you like me," you meekly said to him.

Your eyes brimming with tears again as if those words were painful to admit.

"I always like you, Jeongin," you said to him.

"And I keep waiting, hoping that someday you'll say it to me," you muttered with tears streaming down your face, and you roughly wiped it with the back of your hand.

Jeongin's heart shrank as he looked at how vulnerable you were to him at that exact moment.

"And seeing you setting me up with someone else only means you don't like me, right?" You asked, your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"I get it now, so can you please leave? I want to be alone," you told him as you swallowed the hot tears and wiped them away.

You walked to your bed and curled up on it, facing the window to see the rain that was somehow mimicked the tears that won't stop spilling out of your eyes.

You felt a hand on your arm and you turned your head to see Jeongin, sitting on the bed next to you and without warning, pressing his lips on you.

You pushed him away just enough, "Jeongin, what-"

He placed a kiss on your mouth again and lay beside you on the bed, pinned you down under him with a hand keeping your head still as he kissed you down.

"I like you too," he said to you with his face hovered above you.

"I like you so much that I can barely breathe," he breathlessly muttered with his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Jeongin..." you hoarsely called his name.

"I'm sorry that I kept you waiting," he said.

You held his face with your hands and brought it close to kiss him again. You opened your mouth for him to let him taste you more and let him put his weight on you to fully feel him on top of you.

You held him so close, so tight, then kissed him again on the mouth. You took his sweater off because you got the urge to feel his skin under your touch.

Jeongin couldn't ignore the strike of burning desire inside of him, and he let his hand glide down your body, admiring your curve and the softness of your skin.

With your legs hooked around his, Jeongin rubbed his growing bulge against your crotch repeatedly, seeking more friction with your body.

With your mouth latched with his, you moved your hands down to his jeans to snap open the button and unzip it without looking. After you successfully did, you slipped your hand inside to stroke his length in your hand.

He softly groaned against your mouth, he pulled the hem of your dress and impatiently put your underwear to the side to feel your wetness.

There was no excuse for him to be this haste, but he needed to be inside you, it was something that he couldn't perceive logically. The urge was just there, uncontrollable and almost primal.

Jeongin put your hand away so he could pull his jeans down enough to let his erection sprung free.

And the urge got out of control when you spread your legs out for him, "it's okay, I'm on the pill," you told him.

Jeongin teased your cunt with his fingers, milking your arousal until you got drenched in your arousal.

He positioned himself between your legs then slowly pushed his length inside while continuously groaning at how overwhelming you felt around him.

"You feel so good, oh," you breathlessly said when he fully buried inside you.

Jeongin groaned and kneeled on the bed, he pulled the cleavage of your dress down to expose your breasts.

He squeezed on the flesh and pinched on the nipples before finally starting moving against you.

And you looked at him the whole time he was fucking you, only shifted your gaze to see his cock slipping in and out of you and your eyes snapped back to him.

His jaws clenched, his mouth slightly parted open with a few low grunts slipped past, and his eyes pierced yours through his gaze.

Jeongin took a fistful of the front of your dress in his hand as leverage, then picked up the pace of his thrusts.

And you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together as he fucked you senseless, hands gripping his thighs on the bed.

Jeongin couldn't ask for a better view than this, seeing you fall apart underneath him, moaning a mix of pain and pleasure sounds, your breasts jiggling with every hard thrust he did on you.

His eyes went lower to where his cock going inside you, your tight cunt wrapped around his length so deliciously he didn't want to have it any other way.

He cursed under his breath as he thrust into you so hard it shattered you from the inside, you moaned out loud with mouth agape.

He felt you clench and sucked him in deeper, he knew you just cum around him.

And he kept going even though it was overwhelming to do so, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, a surge of immense pleasure ran through his body. He went as shallow as possible when he cum inside you, planting his seed so deep inside you with a hand that pinched the flesh of your thigh.

It felt like he just marked you down with his cum inside you.

And you looked like a beautiful mess to him as you rubbed his forearms while blissfully smiling at him.

"Did we just do that?" You asked him in disbelief.

Jeongin nodded with a faint smirk on his face.

"I think I tore your dress," he said to you when he spotted the torn fabric on the cleavage of your dress.

You lowly chuckled at him, "I can always buy a new one," you told him.

Somehow you both found it hot having sex out of impulse fully clothed like that.

He lowered himself on top of you, kissed your mouth, then kissed down your neck with his hand cupping your breast.

You held him close with your hands around his, "what about Seungmin?" You suddenly asked.

Jeongin propped an elbow against the mattress, "I'll talk it out with him," he replied.

"No, it's okay, I'll talk with him," you offered because it was between you and Seungmin in the first place.

"Were you going to keep it a secret if I didn't say anything about it?" You asked him.

Jeongin meekly nodded, "I'm afraid that I would only break our friendship," he answered.

You traced his sharp jaw with your fingertips while sadly smiling at him, relieved that there was nothing to hide from him anymore.

"No more secret," you said to him.

Except that Jeongin still has another secret inside of him, a secret that he wanted to keep a little longer because you probably wouldn't be ready for it yet.

The three words that would forever bind you with him, making you truly his.

But Jeongin nodded at your words, he swiped his big thumb over your lips before placing a tender kiss on you.

"No more secret," he repeated.

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STARS ALIGNED.

PART III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Author's note: Good news is it's both spicy and cute! Bad news is there's only one part left!

At first, you doubted your capability of being a mother.

But since little Chan came into the world, he changed your perceptions about a lot of things, that includes having another child.

The you from three years ago wouldn’t have thought you would want another child, she must be laughing at you right now.

But it wasn’t an urge, you genuinely wanted another child, to raise another one, a sibling for little Chan, and expand your little family because you knew how lonely it was being an only child.

And Chan… he’s amazing. He couldn’t be a more perfect dad for your child. He’s compassionate, thoughtful, and hardworking, he’s everything good in a person.

The way he treated little Chan like his own son won you over almost instantly.

Every moment you witnessed of Chan and little Chan spending time together made it easy for you to picture Chan having his own child, the pictures were all lovely in your head.

The conclusion is he would make a great dad.

You’ve been standing by the doorway of little Chan’s bedroom, looking at him watching little Chan sleeping in his crib as if he was hypnotized by how peacefully he looked while sleeping.

You came up to him, stood next to him, and watched little Chan sleeping, lying on his side with the wolfchan plushie next to him.

“It’s so calming watching him sleeping,” he softly muttered, keeping his voice low to not wake little Chan.

You put a hand on the small of his back, and he put an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Chan…” you softly called him.

“Yeah?” he turned his head at you, eyes endearingly gazing at you.

“I’m ready,” you said despite the sheer doubt that you could carry the task.

It took him a moment to understand your words, “Have you thought about it well?” he asked.

You nodded, “I’m ready,” you said, but more like you convinced yourself. There was a slight fear of you not being able to fulfill his wish because he wanted it so much, and it shows.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, turning your body to face him.

You looked up at him and put your hands around his waist, “yes, I’m sure,”

“I don’t want to pressure you. And you can always tell me if you need more time,” he said as he put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb.

You nuzzled your head into his palm, “now is perfect,” you told him while looking into his eyes.

A smile rose on his cheeks like a sun rising on the horizon, he then leaned in and kissed you ever so softly, “you are perfect,” he muttered.

He hugged you, enveloping your body in his warmth with his hand cradled your head with so much affection.

“You make me the happiest man even just by saying yes,” he murmured to you with his mouth on the top of your head.

And you felt so loved.

Not only that, you felt braver knowing that you weren’t alone in this. No matter how hard it can be, you’ll always have each other.

-

You went to the doctor at the end of the week, and Chan couldn't go with you even though he insisted, but he reminded himself that he wanted to protect your privacy more than his so he decided not to go as you asked him to.

He stayed home with little Chan and played in the tent they built together two days ago.

You came back with lunch and had the meals together on the dining table. Chan did the dishes while you went to change your clothes because it smelled like a hospital.

Little Chan fell asleep on the sofa while clutching his toy, and Chan carefully lifted him, moved him to his bedroom, and slowly lay him down in his crib.

He dimmed the light of his bedroom and then left the room but kept the door slightly ajar.

You were buttoning your dress when he entered the bedroom, he went to hug you from the back and then gave your neck a quick peck, "so, how's the trip to the hospital?"

"I spent like a good one hour in the waiting room," you lightly answered.

You put your hands on him as you looked at the mirror to check if you looked okay, "and I'm officially off of birth control now," you announced.

“Oh?” He lowly exclaimed.

It excited him in an inexplicably way. Just the thought that he could impregnate you got him so hard that he unconsciously pressed his hard-on against your backside.

"Should we try it now?" He asked.

You laughed then let go of his hands, went to pick up the dirty laundry on the bed, tossed it into the laundry basket.

"No?" He meekly asked you.

"Wait, you're asking for real?" You asked back.

It was only a few minutes ago that you put on the dress, and Chan took it off again a few minutes later, it lays on your bedroom floor along with his clothes.

You were lying on your bed, head on the pillow and legs spread out for him.

While Chan kneeling on the bed, holding your legs as he was thrusting into you. He squeezed your breast as he quickened the pace with your moans growing louder and bouncing against the walls of your bedroom.

He looked at you with your mouth parted open, and eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

It riled him in the best way, especially knowing that he could get you pregnant now that you were off birth control.

You were cumming around him a few seconds ago, and he was thankful because he couldn't hold himself anymore from climaxing, he cum inside you the moment he let himself loose.

He rubbed your stomach as he pushed his cock deep inside you, and released all of his seed inside, hoping that it would be enough to get you knocked up.

"Take all of me, baby," he sweetly said to you as he made slow, gentle rubs on your stomach.

"I can't wait to see you carrying our child," he said to you, again he wouldn't stop blushing at the mention of the words 'our child'.

You softly smiled at him while taking his hand in yours, "I love you," you muttered to him.

And he would never get used to you saying those three words to him, it never failed to make the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

"I love you so much, angel," he responded, then lowered himself on top of you, kissed you so deep without pulling out of you.

 -

Chan truly enjoyed the process of getting you pregnant.

He didn't miss on the chance to tease you by saying cheesy things like "let's make a baby brother for little Chan", "I think little Chan would love a baby girl as well", or "I can't wait to see you with a baby bump," while caressing your stomach even though they were bloated from all the food that he bought for you because keeping you healthy was his top priority.

"Chan, at this point, you'll make me gain weight, not pregnant," you said to him.

"I don't mind seeing you gain a few pounds. I think you would look hotter," he said with a flirty wink.

You scoffed, "wow, calm down there mister," you told him.

He also enjoyed spoiling you and taking care of you, he loved it because you were always the one doing it to him.

The idea of returning the favor to you made him feel happy, ecstatic even.

But what he truly enjoyed was making love to you, making love that was more than just pleasure but to create a life together.

He made sure you always consented and were not tired, not overdoing yourself just because he wanted it, ultimately, he didn't want to pressure you to do it.

He wanted everything about the process pleasant for both of you.

It had been a month now, but there was no result.

You even have pregnancy tests ready at home and took one by the end of the month, but the result was still negative.

You ended up having your period instead.

Chan helped you soothe the period cramps by rubbing your back with his warm hand.

"Hey, don't be sad," you said as you tapped his cheek, and snapped him out of his daze.

"This doesn't always mean there's something wrong with us," you assured him.

He smiled at you, feeling ashamed that he should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."We can always keep trying," you added to him.

He smiled again, "that should be my lines, don't you think?"

You chuckled, "you looked a little.... disappointed," you admitted.

"I'm not," he calmly denied.

"I just... I wonder if I ask too much of you," he said to you.

You eagerly shook your head, hardly refusing his words.

"I want this as much as you do," you convinced him as you hugged him tight on the bed.

"I love you," you muttered to him, somehow you were getting clingy the longer you spent so much time with him.

"I love you so much, baby," he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

"I love you," he said again this time kissing you on the lips, then continued rubbing your back with his big hand.

-

Chan was at his studio when all of sudden you sent him a photo, a calendar with a few dates circled with red markers.

What is this? Are you taking days off of work?

He asked in the text, late to reply since the one you sent was from an hour ago.

Those are my fertile period.

You answered in a reply to his text.

Chan got to open Google to search what that means, he knew that it got something to do with the pregnancy plan, but he wanted to know about the detail. After jumping from one article to another, he got it that those are the times women are at their most fertile.

Are you suggesting that we should have sex for all those six days?

What do you think?

Are you really asking for my opinions?

He replied with a sly grin painted his face and stared at his phone as if that would help get a faster reply from you.

I was wrong to ask you that.

He laughed and that he knew what you meant by it. He could also imagine the expression your face made when he read the message.

My opinion is I think we should make babies every day.

He stuck his tongue out when pressed the send button, feeling a little mischievous in teasing you.

Forget about me asking your opinion.

Wear that red night dress tonight, and maybe I'll have a different opinion.

Nice try, have a good day at work.

When he came home that night, he got presented with a better view than you in that red nightdress. It was you sleeping naked on the bed, covered by the white duvet from your chest down.

It was indeed a delightful surprise that his cock twitched inside his jeans, he didn't hold himself back to roam your body freely with his impatient hands. He grabbed your chin then turned your head to his, captured your lips in his, waking you up with an electrifying kiss.

You smiled before opening your eyes, knowing that it was him who that capable to kiss you so hard yet so tenderly like that.

"I've been waiting for you," you sleepily said to him with half-shut eyes.

He smiled looking at you talking to him, slurring your words that you barely kept your eyes open.

"I'm here now," he said to you and gave your lips a quick kiss.

You looped your hands around his neck and didn't do anything but pulled him closer.

He caressed your head affectionately, "go back to sleep," he told you.

You hummed in respond then went back to sleep almost instantly.

No matter how much he wanted to touch you, make love to you for your body enticed him so much that he could feel his jeans tightened at your naked body under the duvet, he resisted the urge.

He consoled himself by placing gentle touches on you, admiring your soft skin with his hands and lips.

He never got tired of asking himself if he really deserved you, your beauty is beyond physical. Your personality, your attitude even the way you talk, is always tinted with warmth in them.

He pressed a long kiss on your temple, "Goodnight, love," he whispered to you.

In the middle of the night, it was your turn to get needy for him, touching his bare skin under the duvet, feeling taut of his abs muscles.

You kissed his slightly pouty lips and watched how he reacted, he just stirred a little bit in his sleep.

You gleefully smiled, scooted closer to him, overlapped his body with yours, propped an elbow to support your chin, and watch him sleeping peacefully.

"Hey Chan, wake up!" You softly called him out while tracing his jaw with your index finger.

You brought your mouth close enough to his ear, "I thought we're going to make a little brother for little Chan," you whispered.

All of a sudden, his arms wrapped around you, and brought your body on top of him, "I told you, he wants a little sister too," he said to you.

You chuckled at him, lowering your mouth on him, and let the kiss take things further.

You slid yourself down on him, let out a long moan until he fully buried inside you, then hummed in delight as you seated on him.

Chan glided his hands down your side, lower and lower until they landed on the curve of your ass and didn't hesitate to knead the flesh.

He whimpered when you slowly rolled your hips.

“Mommy!” he suddenly called you in a low voice.

You hesitated to answer his call, “yes, baby,” you answered like you would answer to little Chan calling you like that.

“You’re so hot, mommy,” he breathless said, his fingers clawing your thighs.

You shot him a seductive smile and lay your hands flat on his chest once you began moving against him.

“You feel so good, mommy,” he said to you, hissing through his gritted teeth out of pleasure.

You lowered yourself to kiss him and shuddered when your nipples grazed his chest he took your breasts in his mouth with your hands propped on each side of his head.

You let him sucked on your breasts like you were breastfeeding him, “You like that, baby?” you sweetly asked him.

He gasped as he let go from sucking your breast, with a string of his saliva still connected with your swollen nipple.

"I can't wait to see these breasts filled with milk," he said to you with his eyes snapped at you.

He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked on your nipple.

“I want to taste it. I want to taste you,” he said with a sly grin.

You giggled at his odd craving and kissed him again.

He bucked his hips to meet your thrust while mouth busily sucking on your breast again, humming with his lips wrapped around your nipple.

You fisted the sheet while kept moving on him and with all these stimulations going all at once, your climax coming close in no time.

He gripped your ribcage as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, making a mark there.

The pain and pleasure blur into one.

You went on a relentless pace to finally climaxed, collapsed on top of him, and he caught you right into his embrace. He cuddled you, kissing the side of your face then flipped you over, and pinned you to the bed without pulling out.

But once he kneeled on the bed, he slowly pulled out, then pushed it back inside you.

The sensation of having him filled you whole never ceases to amaze him.

He pushed in so deep that you gasped.

"Oh my God," you cried out.

Chan got panic that he abruptly stopped, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You cried out again, "I feel something," you said, then followed by a few loud moans.

It seemed like you were deep in pleasure to remind yourself to try and not wake little Chan up in the next room.

"Keep pushing," you told him.

He did what you told him, pushing his cock deeper inside you and you cried out again.

"Oh fuck," you cursed.

And he never heard you curse that loud.

He saw your hand reach down to your abdomen, and that was when he noticed that there was a bulge formed on your lower abdomen.

It took him a moment to realize that it was his cock that protruded from the inside of your abdomen.

Chan felt a surge of adrenaline, a new kind of rush that he never felt before. This aroused him more than it did to you, especially seeing you enjoying it.

He pulled just enough to jam it inside again and watched as his cock made a bulge on your abdomen, "oh fuck," he cursed.

And you never heard him curse out loud like that.

A tear rolled down the corner of your eyes as you kept squirming on the bed.

Chan started slowly, eyes locked to where his cock buried inside how and how the tip of his cock felt something inside of you that touches you on the newly discovered spot.

Your body shook after a moment, you clutched his arm when you had your second orgasm of the night.

It was so intense, the burning sensation that spread out from your abdomen to all over your body made you tense, then loosen in the minute.

Chan couldn't contain himself as well, he cum just from watching his cock making a bulge against your abdomen and saw you crying from the pleasure he brought on you.

He kept his length inside you to milk every last drop of his cum inside and hoped that would be enough to impregnate you.

He kissed down your neck while you held him, "I love you," he said when his mouth met your ear.

"I love you," you breathlessly said, then searched for his mouth for a kiss, but you were too fucked out and ended up kissing his jaw.

You scrambled to get off the bed the next morning, knowing that you woke up late to make breakfast for little Chan. You put on anything the closest to you on the bed and found Chan's hooded sweater on the floor.

You ran out of the room and sighed in relief to find Chan was in the kitchen, and little Chan was playing in the living room with the cartoon playing on the TV.

You went to give little Chan a quick kiss on the top of his head and ruffled his bedhead, "Morning mommy's sweet boy," you hummed against his head, but he was too busy playing with his toy to answer you.

You walked up to the kitchen, hugging yourself, aware that you got nothing on but your underwear underneath the hooded sweater that you were wearing.

"Hey, good morning," he greeted you the moment he saw you coming up to him.

You went to hug him, burying your head in his chest, "you didn't wake me up," you grumbled.

He kissed your forehead, "it's okay. I can handle breakfast, and you can rest a little bit more," he said to you.

You looked up at him and smiled, thankful that you could rely on him for almost everything.

"Why don't you sit, and I'll get you your breakfast?" He suggested with a hand rubbing the small of your back.

"Okay," you answered.

"Wait," he stopped you from going to the dining table.

"Yeah?"

He put his hands around you, "you haven't greeted me back," he said.

You cracked a smile, "good morning," you greeted.

He smiled back, then gave you a long peck on the lips with his hands went lower to your backside, and didn't stop himself from squeezing your asscheek, making you jolted on your feet.

Then he let go of you almost immediately, "I'll make you a good breakfast," he said with a sly smile.

He served you a plate of breakfast and then sat next to you on the dining table while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor in the living room.

"What's your plan for today?" You asked.

"I have to go in a bit," he answered.

You nodded at him while scooping some of the oatmeal with your spoon.

"What about you?" He asked you back while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm going to take little Chan on a playdate," you answered.

"With who?"

"My friend at work has twin girls," you replied, taking a sip of your juice.

Chan put on a mischievous smile, "I think having twins would be nice," he said to you.

You let out a mix of sighs and a smile but did not saying anything.

He put a hand on your stomach, "a twin of a boy and girl would be really, really nice," he said again, this time gently rubbing your stomach.

You looked at him, smiling with dreamy eyes, and you believed he was imagining what it would be like having a twin with you.

You unconsciously smile along with him.

Little Chan was fussing about something and began to throw his toys away, you got up from your chair, but he stopped you.

"Enjoy your breakfast, I'll play with him," he ordered, then left you alone on the dining table.

When you looked at him, playing with your son, and thoroughly enjoying the role that he put himself in, whatever that is, you realized that your little family becomes whole since he came into your life.

Not that you felt like you were missing something, you have enough of everything even though it was nothing close to perfect.

But somehow, everything just clicked with him.

And it makes you want to give him everything he wants.

You put one hand on your stomach and wished that you can give him what he wanted the most.

-

But it seemed like you have to put a halt on the baby plan.

Chan had been extremely busy that he couldn't come home for days.

You also couldn't keep things on track anymore since you asked to be fully working at home started next month.

To do that, you had to finish some work way earlier before its deadlines and did important meetings.

Lately, when you came home, you got sad to find little Chan was already sleeping in his bedroom.

It made you feel guilty, not being able to spend proper time with him and being present in his life.

"I'm sorry, mommy got busy," you said to the sleeping child while kneeling next to his crib, softly brushing his hair with your fingertips.

You called Chan on the phone before you went to bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" You asked the moment he picked up your call.

"I'm still in the studio," he answered.

"You're not sleeping yet, baby?"

You shook your head, "no," you shortly replied.

Chan got quiet for a while, "what is it? You sound so sad, mmh? Tell me," he said to you.

And it all came out just like that, you were so used to keeping it yourself but now that someone could recognize the concerns without you telling him first made you feel so seen.

"Why are you crying?" He sadly asked you.

"What makes you so sad? Tell me, baby,"

"It's just that..." you paused to take a deep breath to calm you down, "I've been spending less and less time with little Chan," you explained.

Your cheeks were wet with tears despite you kept wiping them with the back of your hand, "I feel like I'm not doing my job as a mother," you explained more with a trembling voice.

"Why would you say that?" He said to you with disbelief.

"I've seen you, watched you being nothing but a good mother to your son," he assured you, "there's no perfect mother, but I can assure you that you're doing a wonderful job as a mother,"

More tears stream down your face as you listen to his words, feeling grateful for him saying things that you needed to hear.

"He loves you so much, and you know how I know that? Because one day he will look back and see all these things you've done for him," He said to you.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he added with an inaudible sigh.

 "Okay," you stuttered your answer from the tears clogging your throat.

"I'll come home soon," he promised.

"It's okay, take your time and finish your job," you told him, reaching for tissues and dabbing your eyes to absorb the tears.

"Yes, and I'll come home to you soon," he added.

"Go to sleep, have a rest," he suggested.

"I love you,"

"I love you," you said back before finally hanging up the call.

You went to sleep carrying his words in your head that successfully put your mind at ease.

He came the next morning, you snuggled up with him on the sofa while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor. He held you close and got sad seeing you with your puffy eyes from crying last night.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You weakly nodded with your head rested on his shoulder.

"It crossed my mind if I'd be able to be a good mother to our child later," your own words made you sad again that tears started welling up in your eyes.

He roughly squeezed your elbow as if he strongly disagreed with your remark, "Hey, don't say that!"

He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at him, "I chose you because I love you. I want to have another part of you that I could love," he said to you, his thumb softly rubbing your cheekbone.

"And you're going to be a great mother like you already are for Chan," he kissed your lips ever so softly like you would lick your ice cream.

"Is it because of the pregnancy plan? Did it make you anxious? Are you feel pressured by it?"

You sternly denied him, "No, definitely not," you replied.

"Let's not think too much about it," he said, moving his hand to caress your head.

"We'll keep trying, but I don't want you to think too much about it," he corrected it.

You understood his request, that he didn’t want you to stress about the pregnancy plan and put a lot of bad thoughts in your head.

"Okay," you agreed.

"Chan, mommy is sad," he said to the child, who perked his head up at him, "why don't you hug mommy?" Chan asked him.

Little Chan slowly got up from the floor and then walked up to you, struggling to climb onto the sofa, and you helped him by holding his hand.

He threw himself at you, hugging you, and rested his head on your shoulder.

Chan smiled at you, "see? You are so loved," he said to you while squeezing your shoulder.

He wiped the tears on the corner of your eyes with his thumb, "we love you so much," he said to you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around you and one on little Chan's back, holding both of you on the sofa, huddled together to make you feel better.

"My boys are the sweetest," you cooed then planted a kiss on little Chan's forehead and gave Chan a quick kiss on the lips.

Your heart filled to the brim with so much love and gratitude, you promised yourself to never take them for granted ever again because they are the true blessings in your life.

"Let's go on a day out together once I'm done with work," he suggested with a grin, he shifted his head to little Chan, "where do you want to go, buddy?"

"Mommy shark!" He shouted his answer.

You burst out laughing because his answer didn't relate to his question.

"See mommy shark at the aquarium?" He asked him.

Little Chan nodded with a drool pooled on the corner of his mouth, "Mommy shark!" He shouted again then nuzzled his head at you.

-

On the day Chan finally have a little break from work, he went to your apartment, didn't hesitate to enter the passcode, and went inside.

He found a man sitting on the sofa with little Chan on his lap.

When he turned his face that was when he recognized him as little Chan's dad.

They exchanged glances for a moment until you came between them.

"I hope I packed everything," you exclaimed once you got out of little Chan's bedroom and were startled to find Chan was standing right outside little Chan's room.

"Oh hey," you said to him.

"Little Chan's dad is going to take him on a vacation until the end of the weekend," you informed him.

You pulled him by the hand to meet your ex-husband, "This is my boyfriend, Bangchan," you introduced him.

Chan didn't like the sound of you calling him 'boyfriend', it sounded so childish when he compared the word to 'ex-husband', or maybe it was the jealousy speaking.

"Oh, nice to finally meet you," he said before offering his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Lee," he introduced himself.

Chan knew that it was an evil thought that he wanted your ex-husband to be some kind of a jerk for divorcing you, instead of that, he met a nice guy who wasn't bad at all and looked good too.

Chan reminded himself that even though he didn't know him well, he is little Chan's father and had been a part of your life.

He took his hand and shook it, "Chan," he introduced himself.

"Is that how you guys bonded so fast? Because you both have the same name?" He poked fun at Chan with an attractive smile.

You lightly chuckled and put the duffel bag on the table, "here, I packed everything," you told him.

"You don't have to pack that many clothes," he said to you as he checked inside.

"Just in case," you said, then took little Chan from his lap.

You kissed both of his cheeks and held him, "mommy going to miss you," you said to him.

"Have fun with daddy, okay?" You said to him and boop his nose.

Little Chan giggled then kissed your cheek, putting his hands around you, and you thought he wanted to hug you, but his hands were actually reaching for Chan.

"Want to say bye to uncle Chan?" You asked.

Chan gladly took little Chan from you and held him, "we'll play again once you're back, okay?" He sweetly said to him, ruffling his head endearingly.

Little Chan's dad got up from the sofa and put the duffel bag on the threshold while waiting for little Chan saying bye to Chan.

Chan reluctantly let go of little Chan's hug and kissed his cheek, "bye, see you again!"

You both stood by the doorway and watched little Chan leaving with his dad while waving your hands at him until he was out of sight.

You hugged Chan who looked sad watching him go, "he'll be okay, he's with his dad," you told him.

He sighed, he couldn't disprove your words because he was indeed a little worried for him and he shouldn't be.

"I was planning on taking him to the aquarium as I promised," he told you.

"We can always go next time," you comforted him while rubbing up and down his arms.

He hugged you back, then kissed the top of your head.

"Let's go on a date," you asked him out of the blue.

"Tonight?"

You looked up at him, "you have a plan tonight?"

"No,"

"Then yes, tonight," you said with a smile.

He nodded in agreement, "that's a nice idea," he said.

You haven't gone on a date since that first date you had a few months back, mostly because he was busy and you only had time to spend time in your apartment.

You decided to put on the nicest dress, a skin-tight black dress with a nice plunging neckline and red high heels, let your hair down like the way he likes it.

He rang your doorbell at exactly 8 pm, and you excitedly opened the door, then subtly presented yourself to him.

His eyes traveled down your body, biting his lower lips when his eyes landed on your chest, then snapped back to meet your eyes.

He didn't mean for you to hear it, but you could hear him cursing under his breath.

"You're so gorgeous," he took your hand in his.

"Thank you," you said to him, closing the door of your apartment behind you.

You kept staring at him.

And couldn't stop staring.

He was wearing a plain black shirt, but why does it look so good on him?

You had seen him wearing black countless times, but you never got tired of how nicely the color enhanced his pale skin and bold facial features. And the way the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders made you squirm inside.

He reached for your hand on the table, intertwined his long fingers, and slipped them between yours while he was busy scanning the menu.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" He asked.

"You," you playfully answered.

He shot you a shy smile with eyes closed, "let's just have the same as the last time," he uggested once he collected himself but still flustered that he looked down at the table.

As you dug into your meals, you just noticed something because it flashed through your mind for a second.

"Oh my God," you gasped.

Chan got startled that he almost knocked off his glass of water, "what is it?"

"Did we miss our first anniversary?" You asked, slightly panicked.

His mouth hung open, "no, we didn't, it's next week," he said to you.

You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest as if it would help you slow your heartbeats.

"I thought I missed it," you said to him, then picked up your cutlery.

After dinner, you took a little walk in the park, enjoying the last days of spring together even though the cherry blossom trees were almost balding.

Held hands, stopped a few times so he could take pictures of you, sat on a bench while looking up at the night sky, talked about random things, and sneaked a few kisses when no one was around.

On the way home, while watching him driving, you realized that he didn't talk about the pregnancy plan or mentioned anything about it. It scared you a little bit, thinking that he probably gave up on the idea so you came up with something to talk about it.

"I'm thinking of naming our child after a constellation. What do you think?" You asked him.

He hummed, thinking of an answer, "like what?"

"There are a few I have in mind," you said, squeezing his hand that was resting on your thigh, “Cassiopeia, Delphinus, Lyra, Pixys, Aquila, Carina, Phoenix," you listed the names of constellations that you remember from the top of your head.

He glanced at you with a sweet smile, "those are good," he commented.

"But of course, we still have a lot of time to decide on one," you said.

"Yes," he responded.

Your smile faded because he showed less enthusiasm than you expected so you dropped the topic.

He brought your hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of your hand, "I can't wait to see our child, I bet they would be beautiful just like you," he said with a grin.

A smile rose on your face, you got happy that it excited him as much as it excited you, your heart swelled with so much affection towards him.

You held hands inside the elevator and once it arrived at your floor, he pushed you into the hall, then pinned you to the wall.

He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue, and didn't stop kissing you before all of the oxygen in your lungs burned out.

"You have no idea how much I held myself back out there," he breathlessly said against your lips.

He hoisted your leg up, and you hooked it around him, "I want you so much," he said to you with so much need in them.

He took your hands and pinned them above your head, "I want to have you for myself," he said again, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

He let go of your hands and put them around his neck, he lifted you.

"Let's go to your place," you said to him with eyes looking through your lashes.

He stared down at you, hands locked in your body against him.

"It sounds silly, but I want to spend a night at my boyfriend's house," you said to him with a shy smile.

He smiled back at you, "it's not silly, it sounds like a great idea," he said to you with a sly grin.

When he thought he couldn't be more aroused than seeing you in that skin-tight dress with your hair down like that, he took the dress off to find you wearing provocative lingerie underwear.

What evoked something primal inside him was the sight of your black stocking.

He took everything off of you except for that. He wanted to fuck you in it, feeling the roughness of the fabric brushing his skin as he made love to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He likes having you anywhere, you will always be enticing to him, but seeing you splayed naked on his bed, where he spent his time sleeping, dreaming about you, and sometimes, jerking off to the thought of you, hits differently.

And you were so vocal, you kept praising him, touching him with adoration in your eyes.

"Chan, you feel so good inside me," you cooed to him, holding his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you.

"You feel so good around me too," he said back to you.

You moaned, body writhed in pleasure, "oh my God," you muttered to yourself, clutching the side of the pillow.

You touched yourself, kneading your breasts and pinched your nipples for extra stimulation.

The lewd view sent him closer to the edge.

"Cum inside me," you told him.

His eyes searched for you then locked them with yours, "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he muttered to you.

The motions of his hips against you were rather slow but each thrust went harder and deeper than the previous.

He groaned as he cum inside you, watching his cum leaking out of you then pushed it back inside you with the tip of his cock, "keep it inside," he ordered.

He was nowhere near the finish, he was sticking to his words to fill you up with his cum, and made love to you again and again.

"I'm going to keep filling this sweet little cunt with my seed," his words only made you clench around him.

His hand firmly gripped your hips as he fucked you from behind.

"I'm going to breed," a hard thrust, "you," a harder thrust "so good," he finished with a strong thrust and kept pushing his cock deeper as it gets.

You cried with your mouth agape, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow.

It was easy for Chan to get lost in pleasure like this, especially when pleasure mixed with the intention of getting you pregnant blurred into one but somehow drove him into overdrive.

He lifted you until your back hits his chest, holding you from collapsing back onto the bed by putting his strong arm around you.

"Gosh, I love you so much," he said with his cock twitched inside you, filling you full of his cum as he promised you.

His other hand roamed your slick body coated with a thin layer of sweat, "I can't wait to see you grow a baby bump," he said with a hand on your stomach.

His hand moved to cup your breast, "I want to see these breasts swell and filled with milk," he said to your ear, making you hum in pleasure.

You lolled your head to the back and let him kiss your exposed neck, too fucked out that you barely kept your eyes open anymore.

You didn't know how you fell asleep but it was the best sleep of your life, when you woke up, you felt so refreshed, a bit tired but energized.

Chan made a trail of kisses along your spine until his mouth met the nape of your neck, then placed a kiss on your cheek, "Good morning, beautiful," he said to you, knowing that you had woken up from your sleep.

You turned over on the bed to face him, "Good morning, my perfect man," you greeted back with a sleepy smile.

He got shy but took the compliment well, "I made breakfast," he informed you with his hand removing stray hair from covering your face.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, softly grazing the tip of his nose with yours.

"Famished," you replied.

He smiled then placed a soft kiss on your other cheek, "just wait here, we'll have breakfast on bed," he commanded.

"Sure," you responded with a smile and a peck on the lips.

And a day couldn't have a more perfect start than this.

-

After pushing the plan two weeks back, Chan could finally fulfill his promise to take little Chan to the aquarium. He excitedly showed him every animal inside the tanks, and little Chan couldn't stop shouting "Mommy shark" when Chan showed him the tanks filled with sharks.

You were feeling okay this morning, but somehow your body turned against you, broke into a cold sweat, and you got a slight headache.

You kept a straight face, didn't want to ruin their joyful time together, and took their pictures once in a while, laughing at how Chan once again tirelessly taught him how to pronounce 'manatee'.

"Chan, he's only two years old," you reminded him with a laugh.

"Yes, I know," he said with a defeated sigh.

He pulled you closer to sneak a kiss on your cheek, "you're cold. Are you okay?" He asked while rubbing your side.

"I feel a little chilly, but I'm alright," you answered.

He put his jacket on you even though you were already wearing three layers of clothes.

Little Chan ran on his own to the other tank that Chan hurriedly ran after him before he lost him in the crowd.

Chan decided to skip dinner and went to have it at home instead, so you could rest while he took care of little Chan for the rest of the day.

He went to your bed before you went to sleep, "I hope you're not sleeping yet," he said to you.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed, but he stopped you, "I just want to give you something," he said.

"Yeah?" You asked in excitement.

He pulled out something from behind him and presented you with a bouquet of red roses, "Happy anniversary!" He said to you.

You smiled but got sad that you forgot about it, "oh no, I forgot about it," you sadly admitted.

"It's okay, we can celebrate it later once you get well," he said.

He gently pressed his knuckles to your cheek, "I love you," he softly muttered to you.

You lifted yourself enough to plant a kiss on his lips, "I'm so grateful for you," you sincerely said that your heart hurt when you said it.

"I love you so much," you said with your eyes looking deeply into his.

He kissed your lips, a long, lingering one with all the tenderness he has in him, so delicate, sacred like the feelings he has for you.

He took the bouquet from you, "I'll put this in a vase," he offered.

"Thank you," you mouthed since the medicine you took made you drowsy.

You faintly heard Chan muttering something, but you were already falling asleep to listen to his words.

 -

Chan's heart stopped when you came to his apartment in the morning, he had just come back a few hours ago after spending the whole night at the studio and had just gone to sleep.

But once you said you and him needed to talk, his head rushed to think of awful things.

He thought of the wrong things that he unintentionally did to you and what he could do to solve it.

His head was clouded with sleep turned alarmed and anxious, his knees bounced as he sat on the end of his bed while you paced back and forth in front of him, anxious as he was.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, it came out a little rude, but you knew he did it out of anxiety.

You stopped on your track and then sat next to him, you pulled out something from the back pocket of your jeans, a piece of paper.

Chan hesitated for a while, thinking what if it was something that he didn't want to know and regret of reading after.

"What's this?" He asked.

You handed it to him without answering his question and you saw him unfold the paper with a heavy sigh like he was about to read something as bad as a death sentence.

His eyes scanned the paper fast, but none of it came to his senses, "what's this?" He asked in pure confusion.

He could only recognize that it was a paper from a hospital, a result of something and numbers and something that he wasn't smart enough to know what that was, or his brain was too fogged up with nerves to think straight.

"Are you sick? Is it bad?" He asked you, fully concerned.

You took his hands and put them on your lap, "Chan, I'm pregnant," you enunciated the words so slowly to make sure he got your words loud and clear.

It took a moment for his brain to process the words until it sank in, "you're pregnant?"

You nodded, "yes, I'm pregnant,"

"You're pregnant," he said again, this time with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Then it finally hit him all at once.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he shouted out loud with eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he exclaimed again, then pulled you into a hug, almost sending you toppled to the side, but fortunately, you were quick to hold on to his arms.

"You're going to be a father," you muttered to him.

He held you so tight until there was no gap left between your bodies, "I'm going to be a father," he repeated your words with so much awe like he was still trying to catch up with the reality.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"I love you so much," he said to you, hugging you so tight he could crush you in halves, "you make this come true for me, thank you," he said.

You cried hearing his words, he made you realize how much it meant to him, for both of you.

He loosened his hold around you then held your face in his hands.

"I'm crying because I'm happy," you quickly told him before he got the wrong idea.

He smiled so brightly, dimples and crinkles in his eyes, "you make me so happy, I'm so grateful for you," he said.

And he was right, you are so loved. He endlessly showered you with his affection and undivided attention, didn't stop validating your feelings, and reciprocated them.

You are so deeply loved.

He put a hand on your stomach even though a baby bump had hardly grown yet since it was only three weeks old.

"There's our child inside," he said with a foolish grin.

You nodded at him, half laughing, and put your hand on his, caressing your stomach together.

And it became his new favorite hobby: rubbing your stomach whenever he had a chance.

Just like this morning, you were cooking breakfast, and he came up behind you and slipped his hand under your sweater to feel your small baby bump with his big hand.

"Not that you weren't beautiful all these times," he said to you, "but you're way more beautiful carrying our child like this," he teased with a kiss on your cheek.

You giggled at his sweet praise.

He would rest his head so close to your stomach and kissed it out of affection. The fact that he wasn't allowed to have sex during early pregnancy didn't stop him from admiring you, the way your body gradually changed with time.

He couldn't wait for the time he could finally see your breasts swollen and see a big baby bump, wonder how big you'll get.

But work kept him on his toes, like that wasn't enough, he had to go on an album promotion to Japan for three weeks or more.

He could imagine how much he would miss taking care of you, spoiling you with everything, and caressing your belly.

You understood that this was his first time, and he wanted to always be present for the whole thing.

"I'll take care of our child well, don't worry," you convinced him a day before he left.

He groaned, he figured that you already knew how he felt about the whole thing, he felt bad for leaving, but he had no other option.

Chan believed that you would do well since it's your second pregnancy, and you probably had known most of everything about being pregnant.

A week after being away from you, you sent him something in a text message.

Baby says hello

You captioned it, and he pressed play, he heard a static then a rhythmic sound of a beat, a heartbeat. He almost jumped on his seat listening to it. He could guess what it was, but he wanted to make sure.

 Is it our child's heartbeats?

You replied almost immediately, in less than a minute.

Yes, the baby is well and healthy.

Chan almost got teary, he couldn't believe it at first, but there was really a growing human inside of you, it was his child, and the baby will soon come out to this world, officially make him a father.

He covered his mouth with his jaws still hung open, completely stunned and blown away. This experience is one that he couldn't get anywhere, one that not everyone can experience, and probably would make everyone get jealous of him.

The child hasn't been out yet into this world, but the existence alone was enough to make him feel so many emotions that he never had before.

He wanted so much to be there in the doctor's room, listening to his child's heartbeats together with you, how wonderful that moment would be, how precious yet he missed it big time.

"I should do better," he told himself.

"I'll do better," he said as he listened to his child's heartbeats the dozens of times already that day.

Like the feeling of coming home to you, he wouldn't trade it with anything in the world.

It was the best feeling, having people welcoming him home and embracing him, warding his weariness away.

He came home to you and your growing baby bump, smiling so brightly with that pregnancy glow on.

People didn't exaggerate what they said about pregnant women: They radiate a different kind of beauty.

 He couldn't stop kissing you with a hand caressing your belly.

"I miss you so much," he said to you.

"I miss you too, baby daddy," you poked fun at him.

Chan stayed true to his words to do better, doing what he could do best to lessen your duties as a mother and share them with him.

He put little Chan to bed after bathing him and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep hugging the wolfchan plushie.

He gave him a kiss goodnight before dimming the light and leaving the room.

He went straight to your bedroom, didn't find you there but heard the shower was on.

And he came at the right time.

You were showering, fully naked under the shower, the baby bump was visible with your hair stuck to your skin and streams of water made your skin glistening wet.

Was it wrong for him to get so turned on with only this view?

He couldn't find you more alluring than this, naked with a baby bump and the fact that you were carrying his child doubled the charms.

He hastily stripped all of his clothes and then went into the shower before you finished.

"How could you be pregnant and so hot?" He asked you, making you giggle while looking over your shoulder at him.

He didn't stop there, he went to touch you all over on the bed after and did not let you put on any clothes.

"Is it safe enough for us to have sex now?" He asked you, he had been wanting to ask you that for the past hour, but he was afraid that the question would only burden you.

"Cause gosh! I want you so much," he said with such urgency in his voice.

"Yes, it's okay," you confirmed.

But he promised you that he would be careful, entering you from behind while you lying by your side with one leg pulled, bent on the knee.

It wasn't for his pleasure, he just felt the urge to feel you and made love to you so sweetly, conveying how much you enticed him.

"You always feel so good, baby," he whispered to your ear with hips motioned in and out of you.

You smiled at his praise and returned his kiss by opening your mouth, letting him taste you more.

He didn't even think of cumming, he just wanted to feel you, bond with you, be one with you.

"I can't wait to meet our child," he said to you with a hand on your growing belly.

You clasped your hand with him on your stomach, "I can't wait either," you said back. Chan was already protective of you way before you got pregnant, but now you did, it became like second nature to him.

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Chan

warnings: cum eating, cumplay, unprotected sex, mentions of degrading porn, use of the word ‘cumslut,' mentions of jerking off

Chan’s never had a taste of his cum before he’s met you. Well, not in front of another person, at least.

Often, he’d jerk off in the comfort of his bed, cum spraying over his stomach and chest as he watched porn. The women in the videos he watched would call the guy pathetic for coming, tease him about coming fast, get angry about the men coming in or on them, and then make the men suck, lick, and eat their cum off their hot bodies, or even better, from their gorgeous pussies.

So, Chan’s fingers would occasionally move down, scoop up a bit of the sticky substance, and bring it up to his mouth so he could suck on his own fingers, which would get him going again. But, that only happened because he imagined the women from the videos asking him to do it, getting off on the fact that he’s so depraved and pathetic that he’d actually listen.

Chan has never been able to share this fantasy with a partner because it felt a bit weird. Not everyone wants to eat their own cum. In fact, he doesn’t even want it—it’s just something that turns him on. He doesn’t do it every time nor is it a necessity, but sometimes he does, and a lot of times, he wants to eat his cum off of you.

The first time it happens, it’s not on purpose. As if you know what really gets your boyfriend going, you kiss him right after he blows his load into your mouth, letting him taste his cum on your tongue. “You don’t mind kissing me after coming in my mouth?” you jokingly ask, and Chan winces at the idea.

“Don’t you kiss me after I give you head?” he makes a point and grins. “I don’t mind.”

After that, you start kissing him after sucking him off to completion, and you do it often. This one time, you don’t swallow any of it. Instead, you straddle Chan so you can kiss him and let the liquid drip from your mouth into his as you two make out, tongues playing.

His cum is everywhere because of how hungrily you kiss him, tongue licking every part of his mouth. All of that causes cum to spill out of your mouths and drip down both your chins. Some of it even ends up on your chest, which he immediately smears over your nipple with his thumb. So fucking hot.

Chan’s cock gets hard right under your crotch, and you hum knowingly. “Like being dirty, hm?” you tease, moving your hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He’s just come inside of your mouth, but he wants to do it again when you talk to him that way, especially when his cum is dripping down your and his chin.

“Y-yeah,” Chan gets himself to admit, even though he’s sure he’s blushing.

He is already so hard. Your touch feels intense but amazing at the same time, and Chan doesn’t want you to stop, even though his eyes are tearing up when you start jerking him off. “Aw, baby...” you say teasingly, eyes locked with his. “I didn't know you were such a cumslut.”

His cock twitches in your hand, a desperate whine leaving his throat. “I... Fuck.” You’re so dirty, and he knows it’s just for him, which makes the whole thing so much better.

You trace the drop of cum down his chin, scoop it up, and bring your finger up to his mouth. “Suck on it for me, show me how much you like being nasty.” Chan does it without even having to think about it, taking your index finger in up to the knuckle, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard.

Now, you know he enjoys it so you let him do it whenever. It’s not something he likes talking about, so you don’t push the topic. But, whenever he fills you up, you get on all fours and stick your ass out or lie down and spread your legs so Chan can eat you out and suck him cum out of you.

“Come, baby,” you call, thighs spreading for him. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Chan has no problem getting on his knees next to the bed, grabbing you by your thighs, and pulling your crotch into his face. The second his tongue licks a stripe up your slit and he feels how swollen you are because of him, how good he’s fucked you, how big of a load he gave your little cunt, he grunts and sticks his tongue inside of you, sucking until you stop him. 

He loves it even more when it’s mixed with your juices, the musky taste stays on his tongue long after you two are done fucking. Chan feels so small for having to suck his cum out of you, but at the same time, he gets so much pleasure out of it that he can’t even explain it to you. Judging by the way you smirk at him, you know.

Minho

warnings: unprotected sex, filming sexual intercourse, fingering, use of the term ‘good girl,’ unprotected sex, creampie, slight cumplay, mentions of masturbation

“Spread those legs for me,” Minho grunts at you, cock hard and standing upright as his eyes focus on your cunt. “Let me see all of you.”

You do as he tells you, pushing your thighs apart even though the pressure his thumb is applying to your clit makes you want to keep your thighs pressed together. Minho knows he can fuck you well, but he just loves watching you fall apart under him like this. A couple of fast flicks of your clit can get you to beg for his cock. “Good girl,” he coos, rewarding you by moving his thumb faster.

You try to muffle the noises, but he tsks at you and slaps your clit hard, sending a rush of intense pleasure through you. “Baby, let me hear you. Want to get off to how pretty you sound for me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, bucking your hips into nothing. “Please.”

“I’ll make you come, don’t worry,” your boyfriend hums at you, returning his thumb to its earlier position before he starts rubbing you just the way you like it.

Minho zooms in, focusing on your slit, how wet you look, how your still unstretched hole clenches desperately around nothing as his thumb makes you orgasm.

The sounds that fill his ears are perfect and they make his cock leak precum against your thigh as he stays above you, focusing the camera on your wet slit. “That’s a good girl,” he compliments you, pressing his palm against your slit and rubbing gently. “So good for me, cream for me whenever I want... You know what good girls get, right?”

You listen to him and moan as you usually would if the camera wasn't there.

“Fucked?” you suggest with a warm smile, and Minho thinks about just throwing the camera to the side and fucking you silly. But, it’s what he wanted. He films these short videos of you for his own private collection. Whenever he misses you or gets horny, Minho plays one of them and comes like crazy every time. How could he not when you always look and sound so sweet?

Before tonight, you didn’t let him film your pussy, asking him to do it from the side or in a way that doesn’t show your most private part. Because Minho keeps telling you how hard the videos get him or how he uses them to get off when you or him are on a business trip, you told him he can film you naked, and he’s doing that right now.

“Yes, baby, fucked,” Minho responds, removing his now wet palm from your slit and wrapping it around his cock, spreading your juices across its length, focusing on the very tip. When it’s wet enough, Minho smacks his dick against your slit, zooming out to ensure he gets it all on tape. “Want to feel me in you?”

“Please, Minho,” you clench your ass and thighs as you moan at him, hips slightly lifting off the bed. “Please, fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he says gently before pushing the very tip in. Fuck, does it look good on tape—his cock stretching you, inch by inch, until it’s inside of you fully. Then, Minho pulls it out slowly until the tip peeks out just to shove it back in. “Good?”

“Minho, it’s perfect,” you moan back, and he thrusts a bit faster at the sound of his name. He just knows how quickly hearing you moan his name will make him come when he’s alone in his hotel bedroom with his hand around his cock and his eyes glued to the video of your tight pussy taking him well. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, baby,” he hums, placing his hand on your thigh so he can grab it and pull you into his frame even more, allowing his cock to sink into you even deeper. “Now be good and buck your hips into me, hm? Fuck yourself for me for a while... Let me watch you make yourself feel good. Want to know how good my cock makes you feel.”

Minho already knows it’s the best tape he’s ever made when you start doing what he’s asked of you, your eyes glued to his, cunt clenching and releasing around him. “Such a nice dick,” you hiss at him, smacking your hips into his. “So nice and hard.”

“Just for you,” Minho hums and pats your thigh gently. In reality, he can’t wait for you both to come so he can turn the camera off and kiss you for hours to show you how happy he is you’re letting him film you in this state.

When he fills you up, Minho continues filming. He pulls his cock out and asks you to spread your legs wide, which you do. He then zooms in on the drop of cum that’s spilling out of you. Soon enough, another one follows and Minho just has to touch you, scoop the cum up, and push it inside of you. Then, he pushes his fingers in and spreads them, allowing the camera a look inside your now swollen cunt that looks so perfect when pumped full of his cum.

Changbin

warnings: panty wearing, dry humping, unprotected sex

Everyone who knows Changbin thinks he’s such a manly guy. Broad shoulders, defined back, pecs for days, strong legs, even stronger arms... He’s got it all. Men go to the gym wanting to walk out with a body like his.

He looks and smells great, he’s a gentleman, women love him—he’s what society thinks men should be. Because of this, his stupid little desire makes him feel so gross. It’s not gross when other people do it, but it is when it is Changbin, the manly guy, the guy who has no trouble throwing you over his shoulder just to show you he can, who’s so big and strong, who sounds so manly.

He’s not sure how or where it started, but the idea has been in his head for a long time. Slowly, it progressed into something more. It’s just the bottoms he likes—the way they hug his body and make him get goosebumps, the way the material presses into his skin, how the lace allows him to see his cock underneath.

There’s also something very hot about seeing his dick grow hard under the material, the erection becoming prominent, his cockhead poking out, right next to his hip, as if it is too big to be contained by a piece of fabric like this.

And then, you catch him wearing them, and Changbin feels like his life is over. You walk into the room when he is in the lacy ones, just sitting and rubbing himself over them slowly, soiling them with precum. Changbin’s scared you’ll think he’s a pervert and break up with him, but you don’t seem to mind, somehow.

“I do think you need to go a size bigger,” you say after you two talk about it for a while, his cheeks burning red. You reach in and wrap your fingers around his tip, which is still poking out of his underwear. “You’re spilling out of these. Might look weird if someone notices this going on under your pants.”

That’s when he tells you he doesn’t wear them out, ever. It’s just something he does from time to time to get himself off. “Like feeling pretty, huh?” you suggest as if you understand where he is coming from.

“Uhm, I think so,” Changbin nods, gulping.

“It’s the same for me,” you admit, which kind of surprises him. “I wear the regular cotton ones almost all the time, but sometimes, when I want to feel good, I wear the lace ones. Or the silky ones. Or the ones you got me, with a hole.”

His cock twitches at the memory of you wearing the strappy underwear with a slit over the crotch for easier access. They hug your hips just right but allow him to see the main prize, to get his mouth full of cunt, push his cock into it while you wear the panties which he tugs at when he goes down on you.

Minutes later, when he’s on his back on the bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear, you shift his dick inside his panties so it points to his belly button. Then, you get on top of him, naked, grinning as you sit down on him over the fabric.

“Fuck, baby,“ he hisses when he feels you’re soaking through the lace, your juices wetting the fabric and his dick under it. “Just like that.”

“Feels good, mhm?” you tease as you grind into him, dragging your cunt across his shaft, leaving a wet trail behind.

It feels amazing, this tiny piece of fabric that's separating you two, that's getting soaked with every grind of your eager hips into him, your movements letting Changbin know you want him.

The next time you two play this game, you gift Changbin a pair that fits him perfectly because you bought it from a store that sells underwear for his body type. Not only that, but the underwear has a hole right around his dick, which means he can keep it all on and fuck you, which he’s doing right now.

Changbin wants to fuck you so hard you’re sore tomorrow, just to thank you for being so perfect for him and not judging. Someone else might have found it strange to see their big, manly boyfriend dressed in pink lace, cock hard and leaking at the sight, but not you, which is why Changbin wants to give you everything.

You seem to like the way the fabric feels against your skin when his hips smack into yours. “Look so hot wearing those,” you hiss at him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “So fucking big and hot… They make you look so fucking pretty, babe… So big in them.”

“Yeah?” He almost giggles at your compliment. Changbin wants you to find him hot and beefy and big, he loves knowing you feel safe and protected around him, even if he likes wearing feminine underwear here and there. “Like having a big man in pretty underwear fuck you?”

“Love it,” you grunt in response, getting lost in pleasure. “Pink’s really your color, baby.”

Hyunjin

warnings: fantasies of of sharing partners and running a train on someone, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

Hyunjin loves you too much to ever share you with anyone. He’s just not the type of man who could watch some other guy fuck you right in front of him, someone else pleasure you the way only Hyunjin should know how, someone else making you scream and cry for them.

He would never do that. 

Yet, it’s all he can think about. Hyunjin wants to have you after someone’s used you, wants to feel you stretched out because of someone else’s cock, wants to feel cum in you, feel like someone’s been there before him. At the same time, he wants no one else to touch you, scared of getting replaced, scared of losing you, of ruining this good, good thing you two have that’s based on a lot more than just carnal pleasures.

It would sound weird, to say the least, so he never wants to tell you about this. What if you start thinking Hyunjin wants to bring other people into the mix or that he doesn't care about you enough or that you're not on the same wavelength? Sharing this stupid kink could cost him your relationship, and the stakes are too high.

But, he tells you about it when you two get drunk and you drive him wild with your kisses and touches, asking him if there is anything you can do to make him feel even better. You're so fucking thankful whenever Hyunjin touches you, so willing to please when he makes you come a couple of times in a row, and he knows you'd really do anything for him in that state of mind.

So, he says it, making your jaw drop. “You...” your voice cracks, so you clear your throat and try again. “You want me to fuck other men?”

It takes Hyunjin a while to explain that he doesn't want you to fuck someone else—he just wants to think that you have. They’re two different things. He doesn't think you really get it, but at least you don't dump him. Instead, you tell him you'll think about it.

His attraction to this scenario is still there, but you seem to be ignoring it. That is, until he comes over to your place one day to find you waiting for him in bed, naked, legs spread wide. Your cunt is swollen and stretched, white gooey liquid dripping out of it and onto your ass cheeks.

“Come fuck me,” you tell him so seductively he gets naked and throws himself on top of you without even asking who stretched your pussy and filled it up. It's so fucking sexy, all of it. 

“Not tight enough?” you ask the question when he slips inside of you with ease, the motion causing such squelching that Hyunjin can't control his moans. 

He grunts at you, “Y-you’re always so tight.”

“Even when I'm fucked out and full of cum?” you question, and Hyunjin knows it's all for him. You love him so much you want him to have whatever he wants.

He hums in response and starts nibbling on your neck as he fucks into you, every quick thrust causing more cum to spill out you, the room quickly filling up with wet, lewd sounds.

“Can you feel how much there is?”

“So much,” he simply says, feeling a bit embarrassed about not saying much. This is everything he needs, and yet you're doing all the work—he's just shoving his cock into you hungrily.

“Do you like it, baby?” you coo, hands gripping him tight as he starts pumping into you faster. “Like fucking my used cunt?”

Hearing you refer to your own body that way makes him dizzy, head filling up with crazy fantasies, heart full of love for you. “So fucking much!” he moans and pants. “There's s-so much... Like they ran a train on you and just kept giving you cum.”

You bite down on his shoulder and moan loudly. “Can't wait to take your cum too, Hyunjin... You always give me the biggest loads and leave me gaping and swollen.”

“Fuck, baby,” Hyunjin moans at you as he speeds up, feeling his high approaching already. “Gonna take my load too? Let me dump my cum in your sweet little cunt? Hm? Even if you're so fucked out and full of jizz already?”

“I’m gonna take all of it, baby, keep giving it to me all night.”

He shakes as your words push him over the edge, voice cracking as his cum shoots into you, body twitching at the idea of using you after other men have fucked you, giving you cum while you're full of it already. 

The second Hyunjin calms down, he kisses you. “You're so good to me,” he nudges your cheek with his nose before kissing it, “so good and sweet and hot. Let me make you come now, hm?”

It's just his cum mixed with the fake cum you ordered online, stretched by the dildo you've bought for this occasion, but Hyunjin eats it all as he gives you head and makes you come, which gets him so hard he wants to scream.

Jisung

warnings: watching porn together (mentions of creampies, strangers watching), mutual masturbation, use of the word ‘slut’

Jisung rarely jerks off when you’re in bed with him, but tonight, he's too tired and lazy to get up and go to the bathroom, and you’ve been fast asleep for hours. He gets his phone out, lowers the volume as much as possible, and gets his cock out of his boxers.

The woman on screen says all kinds of kinky shit to the guy, and Jisung moves his hand faster, dying to come and just fall asleep. Out of the blue, you prop yourself up on your elbow, and he's suddenly wide awake, so shocked he can't even lock his phone to stop playing the video.

“So fucking horny all the time,” you groan at him, taking the phone from his hand. Jisung gulps as he eyes you, waiting for your reaction. He's watching some weird shit and jerking off right next to you—you’re probably pissed.

Two minutes later, his phone is connected to the TV and you’re both staring at the screen after you softly inform him you want to watch porn and see what he likes.

As the woman spreads her leg and pussy so the guy can come in and on it, he gets flustered and responds, “Ah, this is uhm, this is not what I want, I just...”

Jisung never wants you to think he wants you to act like all the women in the videos he watches, never.

“You don't want me to spread myself like that for you?” you suggest with a smirk that makes his dick twitch against his bare stomach.

“I, I mean, if you want it, I'd love to, but it's not what I need.” Jisung sound so pathetic, and yet you grin.

Somehow, you end up being just as depraved as him and rest against the headboard. Once you're naked from the waist down, you spread your legs and sneak a glance his way. “Touch, baby.”

Jisung’s hand is shaking as he moves it to your cunt, and he hisses when discovering how wet you already are. The second his fingers touch your clit, you moan loudly, and Jisung knows it’s all actually fine—you enjoy it as much as he does.

While the people on the screen continue fucking, the guy pushing his huge dick into the cunt he's just filled up, you wrap your fingers around his not-so-huge one, grunting as if it was the best cock you've touched. “So hard for me, Ji...”

“Fucking always,” he admits, hissing when his fingers enter you and your walls clench around them. “Mhm, baby, you want it that badly?”

“It?” you ask him, squeezing his cock, eyes fixated on the screen. “Always.”

Even though you say that, neither one of you moves—you both sit in bed, backs against the headboard, legs spread as the other one pleasures you with fingers. You spit on yours so they can glide up and down his cock, paying special attention to his cockhead.

“You're so nasty, Ji,” you hum at him when the next video, one of his favs plays: the guy fucks a woman in the trunk of his car in an empty parking lot.

She's sitting in the trunk, feet propped up so he can fuck her better, and then some strangers come and jerk off to the scene. It's all fake and set up, but something about it gets his cock going, this feeling of being watched, of people jerking off to him fucking you.

“Didn't know you were into this... Want people to watch us fuck, huh?”

Your words mess with his head, his cock is leaking, heels digging into the mattress and all Jisung does is whine pathetically as you jerk him off and say all the things he didn't know he needed to hear.

Filthy Ji. Just want to use my cunt and have people see. Is that it? Want other guys to know how good you give it to me? Want them to see me acting cock crazy, spread my legs for you whenever you ask nicely? I know you do, baby... Want everyone to see me act like a slut for you.

Jisung warns you he's close, the heel of his palm pushing into your clit as his fingers move in and out of your sopping cunt rhythmically, trying to match your quick pace. “God, baby, I'm coming, fuck!”

“Come for me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you like this.”

When he comes, it lands everywhere, but neither one of you minds. You coo at Jisung as he squirts his load all over his chest and thighs, your hand tugging his cock. “Such a horny slut tonight, Ji... Bet you wish all of this cum was inside of me.”

Without a word, he gets between your thighs and attaches his mouth to your slit, deciding not to pull away until you’re completely satisfied because that’s exactly how you’ve made him feel tonight.

Felix

warnings: mentions of masturbation and anal toys, anal play, rimming, handjob, pegging

Felix always thought he’d never tell a soul about the things he does to himself when he jerks off, especially not a girlfriend. But, the more he gets to you know you, the more he wants to share this dirty little secret with you in the hopes of you actually wanting to do it to him. After all, you’re always so sweet and gentle towards him, always wanting to please him as much as he pleases you.

However, the things he likes are wrong and gross, he thinks, and not something you would enjoy, yet he can’t stop.

Whenever Felix wants to come hard, he plays with both his cock and ass, causing cum to spurt out in no time, landing all over his chest. It started as just a pad of a finger pressed against the rim of his ass—nothing more. The muscle pulsated when Felix came, so he became curious.

With time, it grew into him fingering himself, finding the right position to touch his prostate, which causes the most amazing orgasms.

When he ordered the toy, he told himself it’s just to press it against his tip or balls or maybe the rim of his ass. With time and a lot of lube, the toy made its way into his hole, and now Felix rarely gets off without it when he’s alone.

He’s not sure you’ll understand, this need of his to have something in him. It’s nothing related to sexuality or you not being enough—it’s just something that feels fucking perfect. Felix doesn’t want you to overthink it and start thinking he wants something else, so he never says a thing, even though he imagines you using the toy on him pretty often. Or, even better, you using a strap-on to fuck him stupid.

And then, you find his toy. It’s a long weekend, so you spend a lot of time in his room, and when you’re left alone, you look for a hand cream and find his butt toy instead. You ask Felix if it’s his, and he confesses to everything, never wanting you to think he’s cheating or anything like that. You are more than enough.

“It’s just that I like... Fingering, I guess?” he tells you as he scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, his cheeks burning as he waits for your response. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaim, and it makes Felix freeze in place. Are you about to dump him? “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t mind, baby.”

“You don’t?” When you nod, Felix rushes to your arms and kisses you desperately, happy you’re not disgusted or confused by him.

That day, you show him just how good you can make him feel now that you know his deepest darkest fantasy. Your tongue flicks around his hole as your hand tugs at his cock, which is already leaking not even three minutes in. Felix has never had a mouth on his ass before, especially not a mouth that’s deepthroated his cock, sucked on his balls, and licked its way down to his rim earlier.

“You’re perfect,” he tells you, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Right there, baby, gonna make me come.”

“Don’t want my fingers?” you move away from his body to ask, the lower half of your face covered in your own saliva. “Want to make you feel good...”

“This is amazing,” Felix practically purrs, shoving your head towards his hole, his knees slightly pushed towards his chest. “Mouth feels so much better than fingers, fuck, you do it so well...”

“Wish I could suck your dick and do this at the same time,” you tell him, which is enough to send him over the edge. He comes for what seems like a minute, cum just keeps flying out of him, accompanied by low and loud grunts and moans of your name, his fingers grabbing your hair. “You came so hard, Lixie... We’ll have to do this more often.”

Slowly, you explore this desire of his, and that’s how he finds himself lying on the bed with you between his legs, fucking him with a strap-on. It’s nothing too big, but it feels perfect, especially when he feels the warmth of your thighs against him, when he sees how aroused you are. “God, baby, feel so fucking good...” he tells you, hand tugging his cock as Felix realizes just how lucky he is to have you. “You fuck me so well.”

“Fuck, Felix,” your voice quivers when you grunt at him, clearly getting lost in the pleasure. “You look so pretty all fucked out.”

“Oh, you’ll look fucked out as soon as you make me come, I promise,” he tells you, fully intending on making good on his promise. You give him the best orgasm of his life when you fuck him and jerk his cock off at the same time, so Felix gets on top of you, deciding to give you at least as much pleasure as you’ve just given him.

Seungmin

warnings: mentions of corruption kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

Seungmin feels disgusting when he looks at you and these nasty ideas swarm his head, but there’s not much he can do about it. He is disgusting.

He looks innocent, a proper good guy, the guy you’d take home to meet your parents. They would probably let you go out with him, thinking a guy like him would keep you safe. What they wouldn’t know is that Seungmin is the type of guy who’d probably stuff your cunt full of fingers or cock as soon as you get out of their house and into his car. He’d get off on knowing he could get you to cream, stretch your cunt out a bit, and then take you out on a date, knowing you're just waiting to get filled up again.

With you, it’s a bit different—you’re a friend who confides in Seungmin because you think he is sweet and innocent too. You tell him about your sex endeavors or the lack thereof, giggle when you drunkenly admit to buying yourself a toy, and act shocked when a guy you’re dating tries to fuck you as if any guy out there wouldn't at least try.

On one hand, Seungmin wants to be a good friend, listen to you, and help you out. On the other hand, he wants to ruin you. Nothing gets him going more than the fantasy of your pretty legs spread for him as he shoves his dick in you and shows you how good a man can make you feel.

So now, when you two are drunk and you're talking to him about your failed date, Seungmin has a hard time concentrating on anything other than imagining your pretty lips around his cock.

It's a fever dream, he thinks, but he somehow gets you on his lap after he helps you discard your underwear, his hands sneaking under the skirt you're wearing, fingers cupping your cunt, juices smearing all over his open palm. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me,” you apologize when his movements come to a halt, but only because he’s trying to contain himself.

“Hey, don't apologize,” Seungmin tries to reassure you, fingers rubbing around your entrance. “You don't have to be so good all the time.”

With his other hand, Seungmin holds his cock by its base and rubs your clit with the tip, getting you to grunt and kick your pretty head back. You haven't had good sex yet, and he hopes you'll let him show you how big of a slut you can turn into when someone gives you good dick.

“I trust you,” you tell him, which is all he needs to hear before pushing his tip down your slit to your entrance and then sheathing it into your wet walls. No wonder you're wet—he's been touching you and kissing you for the better part of an hour, his fingers on your clit making you come twice already.

You like the way he makes you feel so much that you’re letting Seungmin’s cock enter you raw. When he bottoms out, Seungmin pushes your hips down so you're sitting on him, the pressure around his erection making him feel lightheaded. “Feel good sitting on a hard cock like that?”

You look away, flustered at his word choice, but your cunt squeezes around him. “Seungmin!”

There’s something so fucking hot about getting to fuck you raw while you can’t even look him in the eyes because of how dirty it feels. Yet, you like it—you start rolling your hips into him, applying pressure to the spot you need his cock to touch. He feels you clenching and releasing around him, your arousal dripping down his balls and onto the sofa under him, probably staining it.

Oh, Seungmin knows he’s going to have the best time spoiling you rotten, showing you how good he can fuck you, how easily he can get you to beg for dick, which is definitely something you've never done before. You’re going to be such a good girl for him and take all of his cum well, Seungmin knows already. “Yeah, just like that... Ride my dick, show me how much you like feeling it.”

You seem flustered, but that doesn’t stop you from doing as asked, slamming your hips into his hard. “Shit, fe—feels s-so good!”

“Gonna come for me again?” Seungmin asks, his thumb once against rubbing circles into your clit. “Come on, give it to me...”

Once you have enough of riding his cock and coming around it, you let Seungmin fill your pretty little cunt right up. It feels heavenly almost, knowing someone as sweet and cute as you has let him do something so foul to you, give you such a big load, make you keep it in. He feels such pleasure walking you up to your door, letting you walk inside with his cum dripping down your walls and collecting on your panties. And nobody knows how dirty you are, except the two of you.

Jeongin

warnings: smelling underwear, oral sex, unprotected sex, facial, cumplay, jerking off

It’s a bit freaky, to say the least. Not everyone has the same preference. Not everyone is into it as much as he is, Jeongin understands. But then again, it’s somehow the most normal thing out there.

If you love eating someone out and you love their smell and taste, why wouldn’t you want to smell them on you later? It seems so normal to him. Even when he jerks off, Jeongin imagines being buried between your thighs, inhaling your scent, mouth full of your wet cunt while you fall apart under him.

There’s just something about the way your cunt smells that drives him wild, which is why he often jokingly tackles you, his head always ending up somewhere around your crotch so he can get closer to your pussy, turn a little playful moment between lovers into something more pleasurable—your pretty legs spreading for him.

Jeongin is not really sure how it started because he’s always loved the smell of pussy. He never understood men who had problems giving head—he loved it. So, it wasn’t exactly news that he liked the smell and not just the taste.

But, when you two first started doing it, he spent so much time between your thighs he became programmed to want it, he supposes. It’s either that, or he’s completely obsessed with you, which is also very probable considering how his heart swells whenever he sees you.

One time when he was fucking you from behind after going down on you, Jeongin wanted to wipe the sweat off his nose. When he did that, he realized that his fingers still smelled like you, so he took a whiff and it did something for him—he started fucking you so hard you screamed out and let your chest fall down to the bed, allowing him even better access.

From that day, Jeongin stopped doing what you wanted, which was wiping your juices off his face when he was done giving you head. You didn’t like the smell, so you always asked him to use a shirt to wipe it off. But, after that day, Jeongin just didn’t. You never said a word and only complained when he leaned in to kiss you and got it all over your face.

“God, I hate feeling it on me,” you mumbled, wiping the remnants of your orgasm from your chin, which made him chuckle and fuck you even harder from above, his necklace dragging up and down your chest with every firm thrust.

“Since when do you hate cum on your face?” Jeongin muttered through clenched teeth, feeling his high approaching just because of the smell on your faces. “Thought you loved it.”

“Yours I don’t mind,” you admitted sweetly, which just made him pull out and finish on your face, using his index finger to spread his cum around, drag some of it across your lips and onto your pretty little tongue, let you suck his finger.

Giving you head is one of his favorite pastimes so he makes sure to get up on time to do it before you have to leave the apartment for the day. Wherever you go, Jeongin offers to get you off with his tongue and fingers “for good luck.” Once you come and leave the apartment for the day, he doesn’t wash his face.

Instead, he goes on with his day like that, inhaling your scent whenever he takes a deep breath, which keeps him on edge the entire day. Jeongin sports boners more often than not, which makes him look like a horny freak, but even that’s better than people knowing his dick gets hard when he inhales his girlfriend’s scent or smells his fingers to get an even better whiff of it.

It’s perverted, kind of, but he doesn’t care. Jeongin’s not hurting anyone by doing that, and you only benefit from it—he’s on his knees for you whenever you feel like it.

When you catch him sniffing his fingers, you smack his hand away playfully and shake your head at him. “Don’t, that’s gross,” you wince, “I hate the smell.”

“Babe, I fucking love it,” Jeongin admits without shame. In less than a second, he’s got you pinned on the sofa, one hand holding onto your two wrists as his mouth kisses the side of your neck. “If I could smell you all the time, I would. It turns me on so much.” A single grind of his hips into you ensures that you feel his erection against your slit. “See?”

You don’t really address it afterward, too embarrassed to talk about something so intimate, but Jeongin finds the pair of underwear you left on his bed for him and almost comes at the sight. You support his little kink, want him to get off to your scent, which is why he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt when he presses the gusset of your panties to his nose as he jerks off and comes all over his stomach, inhaling you.

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A pretty good series

COLLATERAL.

PART IV

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author’s note: The moment of truth…….. I’m going to go hide now!

Keep reading

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DISTILLED.

Felix x reader. (s,f, a bit of angst)

Author's note: Breaking your trust issue (I created from Twin Flame) with this one!

Content warning: Mentions of smoking and alcohol as a way to cope with anxiety.

"Are you following me?"

You asked the guy who had been walking behind you since the moment you got out of the office right to where you were heading.

You recognized him as the new model in the company, he is gorgeous, of course. A slim face, sharp jaws, a button nose, and bleached blonde hair made him look like a fairy or an elf, or those beautiful mythical creatures in fantasy movies.

"Huh?" He pouted, or it seemed so to you cause his small lips were puckered, and his eyes widened at your question.

He pulled out his hands from his jacket pockets, "I'm actually on my way to the bar," he said, then pointed to the bar a few steps away from where you stood, the red neon sign flickered in the distance, which happened to be the place you were heading to.

Felix shrugged, then walked past you to the bar.

You weren't exactly being big-headed here by thinking you have someone stalked you, you were slightly concerned because who knows? Can't trust anyone these days.

You got into the bar and saw him already seated on one of the stools that faced the bar, you decided to sit on the opposite corner and ordered your drink.

When you got drunk enough, you stumbled on your way out and hugged yourself as you hailed a taxi.

Someone helped you get one, and it was him.

"I'm not following you," he quickly said, "just wanted to help," he added, then opened the taxi door for you.

You quickly got into the back of the taxi.

"Thanks," you muttered to him before closing the car door.

Funny thing is that wasn't the only time you met him in the bar, you met almost every night, after work.

It was either you came and saw him walk in, or he lifted his glass at you the moment he saw you coming to order your drink, him sitting in his usual spot next to a pool table and you in the corner of the bar drinking your liquor in silent.

You saw him talk to a few girls before, and you watched as he flirted with them but never saw him left with one, or maybe you didn’t watch long enough but at the end, you tried not to care so much.

And it became a habit, seeing each other in the bar, in the same place but not really together.

One night, he wasn't there and his stool was occupied by a stranger. Your liquor felt a little bitter that day and you wondered why?

You left early, walked out of the bar clutching your coat together to not let the cold seep in.

"You left early," someone said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw him, leaning against the wall next to the exit door, smoking a cigarette.

"The alcohol tastes weird today," you said to him with a soft smile, and that was odd because you didn't plan on it.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the concrete floor and stepped on it, "maybe we should start drinking together," he suggested, "I bet it will taste better,"

He stood there, waiting for your answer whether to come with him back inside the bar and drink with him or go home.

A taxi stopped by the side of the street and honked, "Taxi?" The driver asked.

You nodded.

"Maybe next time," you said to him, then got into the taxi.

He nodded and watched as you left with your taxi, leaving him alone outside the bar.

-

The next day at work, you accidentally met him in the lift, on your way down to the studio. A part of you was embarrassed about accusing him of stalking you once, and a part of you afraid that he would tell anyone at work about it, it was so awkward you wished you could shrink yourself into a microscopic size and not be seen by him.

You tried to avoid his eyes and looked away, it was so quiet inside the small chamber that you could hear the faintest sound of music playing through his headphones.

It was supposed to be a quick trip, but why did the lift work so damn slow that day, you just have no idea!

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with his mouth slightly parted open and hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

When the lift slid open, you immediately made your way out even though it was useless to avoid him since you'd be meeting him again for the photoshoot.

And worse, styling him yourself since you were the stylist.

Felix got out from the changing room and let you fix the clothes, pinned the part that need to be adjusted with some needle pins.

You styled him a few times already, but something about knowing each other’s secret made it feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"You didn't come to the bar last night," he said as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

In such proximity, you could see the freckles dusted both of his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose, how breathtaking it was, how beautiful!

You sighed to snap you out of the daze and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, rolling it up to his elbow.

"I didn't feel well," you replied, a recollection of you curled up on the bed with your period cramps flashed through your mind.

"Are you going? Later?" He asked.

"No," you answered, you didn't even know if you wanted to go, but it was better to refuse, there are so many bars you could go to even if you decided to go. But it would be hard to find another bar where you can't bump into your coworkers or anyone else that you know.

"Too bad," he said, "I was hoping we can go together,"

It baffled you how his face didn't match his deep voice, sometimes you had to remind yourself it was really him talking to you.

You looked at the top button of his shirt, considering whether to let it open or not, you settled on the latter.

"Go to work!" You said to him and gently pushed him into the set.

You missed your bus home, or you saw it but decided not to get on it as you considered going to the bar, the temptation of having a few drinks and meeting him was hard to resist.

You eventually caved in, hailed a taxi to take you there.

You entered the bar, head snapped in the direction of his usual spot but didn't find him there. You laughed at yourself for being so disappointed not seeing him there, but since you were already there, you ordered a drink and sat on your usual corner, drinking your glass of liquor that burns the misery away.

"Can I sit here?" Someone asked.

You looked up and saw him, holding his drink, wearing a long-sleeved top that compliments his lean body.

"Sure," you answered.

He sat next to you, stretched out his legs in front of him, and reclined on his seat, "I can see why you like sitting here," he said.

It was the farthest booth in the bar where you could see the whole bar from there as you drink your alcohol.

"I know," you said.

As the night got late and the conversation flowed with every sip of drinks, ordered another when the glass magically drained by itself because of how much you talked to each other.

You got to learn more about him, that he's been modeling since he was a teenager, he had just come back from working out of the country, he was on a 3 months contract with your company and that he had been living with his ex-girlfriend since he hadn't got himself a place yet.

"Is that why you keep coming here?" You asked him, you didn't mean to shoot him that question but with the alcohol surging through your body, the filter in your head didn't work properly.

But Felix nodded then hissed when he tasted the bitter aftertaste of his alcohol.

"It's not easy looking for a place, I don't even know if I'll be staying long after the contract ends," he explained.

You played with your glass, watched as the ice on the bottom dissolved the longer you stared at it.

An idea went through your mind, "you know, actually, my roommate just moved out," you informed.

Felix's eyes widened, head tipped to the side, guessing where the conversation led this time.

"I've been looking for a roommate and haven't found one," you told him, then leaned forward on your seat.

"I mean if you're interested," you added.

Felix turned his head at you with his tongue poked the inside of his cheek again, "but I'm a guy," he said to you.

"Isn’t that obvious?" You asked him while rolling your eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, "you don't mind having a guy roommate?"

"Well, you say it was only for a few months, so I don't really mind," you said with a shrug.

Maybe sober you wouldn't be this bold, but you never bothered having a male or female roommate in the first place, they were all the same to you.

Felix looked at you, and a smile slowly rose on his face, "I'd love that," he said.

He has an endearing smile, so warm, the kind that invited you to smile along with him, "I also kind of need the money," you quickly added.

He burst out laughing and almost spat his alcohol, "that's fair," he said to you

"Roommate?" You asked as you held your glass at him.

"Roommate," he said back, then clang his glass with you.

You collectively took sips of your alcohol with your eyes on each other.

-

Felix moved in at the end of the weekend.

His belongings weren't that much, just a few duffel bags and suitcases, you helped by dragging them to his bedroom that was once occupied by your best friend.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me!" You said as you dropped one of his bags on the bed.

"I don't mind at all!" He said, then put all of his suitcases to the corner of the room, then walked to open his duffel bag.

He rummaged inside and pulled out something, "I brought you something," he said.

You saw a bottle of liquor in his hand and grinned, "I like you already," you said to him.

You mixed the rum with cans of coke you have on the fridge, snacks scattered on the wooden table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and talking about random things.

"May I know who is your former roommate?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

You winced as you gulped your liquor, "A friend from college, we have lived together since the 2nd year of college," you answered.

"You must be really close," he said as he poured some coke into his glass.

You nodded, "so close to the point that I get so clingy to her," you admitted.

"Then why did she move out?"

"She moved in with her boyfriend because she got pregnant, so here I am," you answered, nursing your glass of liquor with a hand propped under your chin.

"Ah, I see," Felix exclaimed and gulped the last of his drink in one go.

You took a sip of your drink and laughed once you gulped it down your throat.

"I'm so drunk I can only taste the coke," you said to him.

Felix took a sip of your drink and laughed, "that's because it's only coke,"

You burst out laughing and finished your drink, "I think it's enough for me tonight," you said to him, slurring your words since you barely could keep your eyes open anymore.

"Me too," he said.

You got up from the floor and headed to your room, "Goodnight," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he shouted back before you closed the door behind him.

-

You were eating a bowl of cereal when Felix got up late on a Sunday, he walked out of his room with his messy hair with nothing but his sweatpants on.

"You look..." you trailed your words to find a word to describe his appearance, "charming!" You finished with a silly smile on your face.

Felix rubbed his eyes with his hand lingered on the doorknob of the bathroom door, "and you look..." he paused and looked at you, in your white tank top and shorts, reading glasses on, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, "cute!" He finished because he couldn't find another word to describe it.

When he got out of the bathroom, he found you in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" You asked without looking at him.

"Yes, please," he said, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

You brought the coffee pot and put a mug in front of him, poured the steaming coffee into it. The smell of his first intake of caffeine woke him up in an instant that he hurriedly took a careful sip.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you as you washed also sipped your coffee across from him.

You hummed then leaned on the kitchen island, one hand propped on it and the other holding a coffee mug, "I'm going to my friend's house, she needs my help to paint her nursery room," you said.

Felix was looking at your face when you spoke but when his eyes caught the sight of your nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top, his mind almost went off the rail.

"What about you?" You asked back.

Felix took a big sip of his coffee this time, and it burned his tongue, "I'm meeting some friends for lunch," he answered.

You nodded then finished your coffee, "I used to cook breakfast, but since we both got up late, there's a cereal on the top cabinet," you informed him.

"Okay," Felix responded and tried to avoid looking down at your chest.

You put your dirty mug on the sink and walked back to your bedroom, touched his shoulder on your way, and said, "I'll take the first turn to shower then,"

And he couldn't help but look at your backside with shorts that barely covered it.

Apart from getting slightly shocked whenever you see him walking around the apartment half-naked, either he got no shirt on or with just a towel hanging low around his hips when he got out of the bathroom, you had no problem living with him.

Felix could be a serious person sometimes but he is a very warm person, totally the opposite of his appearance. He is also easy-going, relaxed, and always knows how to make the people around him comfortable with his presence and vice versa.

He agreed to not tell anyone that he is your roommate, because surprise! People would be judgemental about two opposite sex living in one apartment as roommates even though we live in the 21st century.

Also, you both agreed to never talk about personal things at work.

One day though, Felix got too relaxed as you altered his oversized sweater, kneeling in front of him to tuck one side of his sweater into his jeans and secured it with a safety pin.

"Let's watch that new movie on Netflix tonight," he said to you.

And maybe because you were also too comfortable with him, you said, "I don't want to watch a mellow, rom-com movie," you said to him.

"But I don't like horror," he said.

And that night, you relented and endured almost two hours of soppy, cheesy romantic movie where the guy gets the girl at the end.

"I need a drink," you said, then turned your head at him.

"At least, give me a moment to recover from the movie," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, didn't expect him to enjoy this kind of movie, everything you guessed about him was wrong.

Maybe it was wise to not judge a person by its cover.

"I'll get the drink then," you offered, taking the bottle of liquor you stashed under the sink.

It was nice to drink at home since Felix lived with you, everything felt right at its place, pleasant. Ultimately, it was nice having someone living with you again and not coming home to the vast emptiness and silence that made you seek for alcohol to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Felix was already in the kitchen when you walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe and dried your hair with a towel.

"Good morning!" He said to you.

"Good morning!" You said back.

"I'll make coffee," he announced to you, "have a cup ready for you," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you!"

As you sipped your coffee already dressed for work, Felix put an envelope full of cash inside, "here's the money for the rent," he said, "I'm not trying to be rude with the cash, but I haven't taken care of my bank account here so..."

You lightly laughed at him, "I understand, Felix," you acknowledged, "Thank you," you said and took the envelope with you.

You realized he put money worth of three months rent in there when you deposited it into your account during lunch break, you immediately called him on the phone.

"Felix, I thought we agreed that you only have to pay for two months' rent," you blabbered, feeling unease because you weren't really meant it when you said you needed the money.

You heard him chuckle at the end of the line, "it's okay. I put extra money for groceries and other things," he answered.

"I can't accept this. I'll give it back to you," you talked into the phone as you headed back to the office.

"Please don't! I'll be offended if you do," he said.

You pushed the button to get a lift back to your floor, "but this is a lot of money," you said to him.

When the lift slid open, you saw him inside and scoffed, he too smiled when he saw you getting into the lift.

You hung up the call and stood next to him, "Felix, we agre-"

"And I thought we agreed not to talk about personal things here," he cut you off.

"Just take it, please," he pleaded.

You sighed, felt uneasy getting that much money from him, but he was also right, it was rude for you to refuse his good intention.

"Okay," you relented, "drinks are on me tonight then!" You said to him.

You had been tossing and turning on your bed for a while, couldn't sleep with the silence that slowly swallowed you up from the inside, a silence that conjured so many unwanted thoughts, a silence that made you think out loud.

Then you heard the front door open, it must be Felix coming home late.

You heard his heavy footstep as he walked to his bedroom, you got up from the bed to check, went out of your bedroom, and saw his bedroom door left ajar.

You tiptoed your way and didn't know why you did it in your own apartment, poked your head inside just to see him sitting on his bed, smoking in the dark, half-naked.

"Hey," he said the moment he spotted you, "I thought you're sleeping,"

You sheepishly smiled at him with half of your body appearing from behind the door, "I can't sleep," you said.

"Want a smoke?" He offered.

You didn't smoke but felt invited to try again, you entered his bedroom and sat next to him on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

He handed you his cigarette pack, but you took the one he smoked from between his lips. You took a slow, careful drag on the cigarette, then inhaled. Exhaled the fume after a few seconds, and saw smoke billowing out of your mouth.

He took the cigarette from you and took a haste drag, "you smoked before," he said to you as smoke came out of his nostrils.

You softly chuckled, "the last time I smoked was last year of college, I think," you told him.

"You don't mind me smoking in here, are you?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"I have the window open," Felix said, pointing to the window slightly left ajar that made the curtain fly out with every gust of wind.

"You came home late," you said.

Felix didn't reply but took another cigarette from the pack, lit it up right away with a lighter that made his face glow amber.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like an annoying roommate," you quickly added.

"No, no, no," Felix quickly denied, "I was out to get the rest of my things from my ex's house," he explained.

"Oh?" You didn't know what to say, this was news to you.

"I lived with her before I went abroad for work, so, yeah," he paused to take another drag of his smoke, "that was also why we broke up," he finished, then flicked the ash off his cigarette.

You felt bad for making him explain things that you didn't intend to find out, but also a bit surprised to know how serious his relationship was with his former partner.

"And here I thought you were really living out of suitcases," you playfully said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Felix chuckled, "that wasn't entirely wrong," he responded.

Somehow all these little talks and smoking in the dark made you feel drowsy that you slumped down, your head rested on the pillow of his bed.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" You mumbled to him, lying on your side to face him.

"Not at all," he replied.

But when you woke up, the sun shone through the window. Felix was still sleeping with his back facing you, half-naked with the skin of his back glowed under the morning sunlight.

You immediately walked out of his bedroom before he noticed that you slept on his bed until morning.

Once you were back inside your bedroom, you stood with your back leaning against the door and wondered how you could sleep that well without help from alcohol.

-

Felix was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap when you came out of the bedroom, running out of breath.

"Felix, I need your help," you said to him.

He looked up from his laptop, "what's up?"

"Wait here," you told him then went back inside your bedroom and came back with two dresses in soft colors.

You showed them to him, "Which one?" You asked.

Felix had a puzzled look on his face, "but you are a stylist," he said to you.

"And you think a stylist doesn't need opinions?" You rolled your eyes at him.

Felix took his time, biting on his thumb as he considered between the two dresses as his life depended on it.

"The left one," he finally answered.

Felix opted for the ivory-colored one with tiny flower prints on it and frilled sleeves.

"Okay," you said to him, agreeing with him.

"I'll put it on!" You said to him, then headed back to your bedroom to change.

You came up to him to help you with the zipper, and he helped you without you needing to say a word.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled the zipper up.

"My friend's baby shower," you answered.

"Can I come with you?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay if I'm not allowed. I just don't have any plans for today," he said the plopped down back on the sofa.

"No, I mean, you'd probably get bored being there," you explained on the way you reacted to his question earlier.

"But there will be some drinks there, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

There were drinks there but not the kind that he expected, it was a baby shower, after all, the guests were mostly females, and a few kids were running around the place.

When you met your friend, you had to quickly introduce him before she gets the wrong idea, "Felix, my roommate," you introduced.

You handed her your gift for the baby, and Felix left you to catch up with your friend. And after a while, you looked for him, he was standing in the kitchen, eating fruit slices with a champagne flute in hand.

"I'm sorry for taking you here," you said as soon as you stood next to him.

Felix turned his head at you and shoved a strawberry into your mouth, "I'm the one who asked you to take me with you," he said.

You chewed on the strawberry and took the glass in his hand to wash it down with champagne. You put down the empty glass on the table and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go!" You said as you pulled him in the direction of the door.

"Where?"

"Get some real drinks!" You said.

It was a bit too soon for drinks that when you arrived at the bar you used to come to, there were only a few people there.

But it was nice because you both could play a game of pool and drinking in between.

Felix closed one eye to get a good aim of the cue ball he meant to hit but missed.

You mockingly laughed at him, "I hate to tell you this, but you suck," you said to him.

Felix was not amused with your statement, he glared with his tongue poked his cheek again.

You came and took his position, bending down against the pool table, took your aim with your cue ready to hit the ball and shot.

You successfully sent a ball down into the corner pocket and shrugged condescendingly at him.

Felix gulped his drink, irritated, and lost the game to you in the end.

When the bar started to get packed as the night getting late, you took it as the time to come home and took a taxi home, stumbled into the backseat of the taxi together with Felix, laughing with your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

You didn't know how you got there, but it took you a while to know that you were lying on Felix's bed with his arm under your head as a pillow.

You turned your head to the side and saw him smoking, pinned the cigarette between his index and middle finger as he exhaled some smoke.

It felt nice, this quietness, and you never felt comfortable with it before, it didn't make you feel lonely like it used to and didn't make you think of sorrowful things that keep you awake at night.

"I lost my dear sister when I was 13, and I missed her terribly much every day," you suddenly admitted while staring at the ceiling, you felt a twinge in your heart when you remembered your sister.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you lowered your guard down, made you completely open, honest and fragile to him.

"And when my best friend said she wanted to move out, it reminded me of that feeling," you said to him.

"This crippling anxiety that someone would leave me at any time," you said, and you felt a hot tear roll down the corner of your eye.

"When I'm on my own, that fear amplified," you sighed as another tear rolled down the side of your face.

Felix had been quiet and stopped smoking, turned his head to look at you with his hand squeezed your shoulder to assure you he was there.

"People don't realize this," you said, "but loneliness is underrated,"

Felix nodded, agreed with everything you said.

He let out a low, deep sigh before he spoke, "I've been living out of my suitcases, from place to place, and I understand," he said.

"I could be in a crowd but still feel lonely. Never truly connected with anyone," he added.

He turned his body to face you, his forehead met the side of your face, "so, trust me! I know how you feel," he said.

You closed your eyes and let you drown in all these mixed feelings: sadness, fear, comfort, relief, tranquility.

But on top of all, you felt validated that even with all these feelings, you are just a human being.

Felix pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head in his neck that you could smell his musky perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke, and sunlight.

He hummed with his mouth close to your forehead, "I happen to like cuddles," he said.

You giggled and slipped your hands under his arm to hold him back and fell asleep like that, in each other’s warm embrace.

-

Felix always had his bedroom room left ajar, sleeping or not, even when he changed his clothes. And you walked into his room every night, just talking about everything until you both fell asleep.

It had become a habit for you to sleep together on his bed, and he didn't mind any of it, he liked having someone to hold when he sleeps.

That night, you decided to watch a movie together on his bed, your knees bent with a bowl of popcorn on your lap when suddenly his phone rang on the bedside table.

You heard him talking on the phone, glimpses of his conversation and guessed that it must be his ex-girlfriend, a bit of argument, and Felix constantly groaned at his end.

He got up from the bed, "Sorry, I have to go," he said to you, began picking up some clothes to wear.

"No worries, we can continue this later," you said to him and paused the movie.

Felix put on a thin smile as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, "My ex-girlfriend keeps asking me to come," he complained, then put a shirt on.

And your guess was right, it was indeed his ex-girlfriend. You looked down because it was getting weird to stay in his room, you immediately got up from the bed and took the bowl of popcorn to the kitchen.

Felix came out of his room not long after, putting on his shoes in a rush, "don't wait for me," he said to you, "bye!"

"Bye!" You said back, but he already closed the door behind him.

You opened the lower cabinet to search for something but found a bottle of liquor instead, sealed and unopened. That was when you got the realization that you didn’t need alcohol to help you sleep anymore since you shared a bed with Felix.

But that night, you suddenly crave for it, or you didn't want to let your thoughts eat you alive like they usually do to you.

You hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the bottle, then poured some into a glass, gulped it one go, and took another until your mind got dull with nothing but the burn of the alcohol on your tongue.

-

Felix came home at dawn.

He stopped by the door of his bedroom door and stared at yours for a moment, he didn't know why but he got the urge to check on you.

Your door wasn't locked nor completely shut, he could easily push it open and found you sleeping, curled up on your bed.

He came to put a duvet over your body up to your chest, he lingered for a while just to watch you sleep.

He had been doing that since that night you fell asleep on his bed after saying you would only lay down for a bit, he immediately put out his smoke the second he knew you were sleeping.

He removed the hair that fell around your face and put it back, softly brushed them to the back as he listened to your low purrs, so adorable and cat-like.

He lay next to you, watching you peacefully sleeping with a hand under your cheek until he too, fell asleep on his pillow.

Felix didn't realize how much he loves having someone lying next to him until he shared a bed with you.

He so badly wanted to lay next to you on your bed but decided not to, the morning was only a few hours away, and you needed the rest, so he left for his room.

He was surprised to find you still in the apartment when he woke up late, "you're not going to the office?" He asked with eyes still blurry with sleep.

You put on a jacket, "No, but I'm going out of town for a photoshoot," you answered and dragged a suitcase out of your bedroom.

"Oh?"

You put on your boots next and headed to the threshold.

"When will you be back?" He asked, following you to the front door and leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, tomorrow, I guess?" You answered with a hint of doubts in them.

You paused for a moment to see if you had forgotten something, when you were sure you got everything, you opened the door.

"Felix?" You called before getting out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't set the apartment on fire when I'm away," you said and grinned, waving bye at him.

With you being away, Felix had plenty of time to kill after work when going to the bar didn't excite him as it used to because he had to go without you.

He came home early and searched for some drinks when the doorbell rang, he half-jogged to the door to open it only to find his ex-girlfriend.

"You look excited to see me!" She said to him.

Felix scratched the back of his head, slightly irritated by her presence. She probably thought he was waiting for him when he actually expecting someone else.

Then he realized something.

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Are you going to let me in or not?" She cut him off, "I'm coming with all of your things," she added, gesturing to a few bags of his belongings.

Felix had no choice but stepped away and let her into the apartment, then carried the bags to his bedroom while his ex-girlfriend looked around the place.

When she sauntered to your bedroom door, he quickly stopped her, "that's my roommate's bedroom," he said.

"You have a roommate," she exclaimed and nodded, "where is he now?"

"Out of town for work," he shortly replied.

She came up to him, close enough that she could see his freckles, "we have the place to ourselves then," she said, then slowly leaned in.

Felix politely dodged away from her kiss, "please, don't do that! We broke up, remember?" He reminded her.

"But you came to me that night when I need you," she responded, putting a hand on his chest.

"I was worried because you were out late and drunk," Felix explained, "and you won't stop drunk calling me,"

She took his hand, "I don't remember why I broke up with you," she sadly said, "I want us to get back together. And live with me again,"

Felix sighed because she had been asking it for every time they met, he knew she was lying when she said she couldn't remember why they broke up. She always blamed him for leaving, he wouldn't if she didn't cheat on him in the first place, he wouldn't have gone abroad for work.

"Just give us one more chance," She asked with her hands on his waist.

Felix gently put her hands away and held them, "That's enough! Let me get you a taxi home," he said to her.

"Felix, please?" She pleaded this time.

Felix hated to do this to her, but it was something that he needed to do, "Let's not see each other again. Our relationship ended here. You'll find someone better than me, trust me!" He said to her.

She started crying because she knew there was no way of getting back together again.

He sent her off after hailing a taxi for her right outside the apartment building, he got back to the apartment and pulled out a bottle of drink, he took the first sip of alcohol that slowly numbed his mind away, took another until he could fall asleep without thinking of anything.

Felix had a taste of what it felt like when you were living alone in this apartment the next day as he lay awake on his bed at night, not doing anything because smoking didn't even help and alcohol tasted bitter in a time like this.

He missed you.

He missed having you around, talking goofy stuff with you before bed, and lying next to you, having a living, breathing someone next to him that he could hold as he sleeps.

He slept on your pillow that night with your scent that clung to it helped him lull him to sleep.

Felix thought he dreamed of you coming home that he woke up in the middle of the night, walked out of his bedroom, and went to yours.

His heart palpitation seeing you lying on your side on the bed that he climbed onto the bed and slept next to you, putting a hand around your waist and drinking the scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

He woke up in the morning with your finger on his cheek, "what are you doing?" He slurred his words.

"Playing connect the dots with your freckles," you answered with a gleeful smile.

Felix softly smiled and took your hand in his, "Good morning!" He said to you.

A hand reached to pet your head, even with a layer of exhaustion on your face you still look beautiful to him, your lips looked so soft and delicate like a blooming flower.

Felix lifted himself to hover above you and slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

5, 6, 7 seconds you counted in your head until he pulled away but stayed hovering above you, looked into your eyes.

The kiss surprisingly felt natural like the two of you had done it before and only figured out about it now.

You placed a hand on his jaw and kissed him this time, 5,6,7 you counted in your head, then slowly let go.

"Good morning!" You finally greeted back.

He smiled at you, brighter than the morning sun and warmer than a summer day.

Just like he couldn't get enough of the taste, he kissed you again and braved himself to kiss you longer, swiping his tongue over your lips that it was wet when he let go.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, "I haven't kissed in a long time," you meekly admitted.

"Shh..." he shushed you, then put your hand away so he could kiss you, prying your mouth open with his tongue.

5, 6, 7 you counted in your head, but it seemed like the kiss would last longer than that.

You gave in, opening your mouth to him to let him deepen the kiss, tasting you more.

He ran a hand on your chest, his fingers easily found your nipple poking through the fabric of your black tank top, and began circling on it with his mouth still connected with you.

He let go of the kiss and propped an elbow against the mattress, looking at his hand playing with your clothed nipples just like he had fantasized for every time he saw you walk around the apartment in your tank top, how it made him slightly aroused that he wanted to bite it through the fabric.

And he used the opportunity to do it, lowered his mouth on your clothed nipple, and gently tugged it between his teeth along with the fabric.

He let go, quickly put soothing rubs on your nipple, then switched to the other one, he opened his mouth and took your breast into his mouth, slowly pulled away to tug your nipple between his teeth again.

You lowly moaned, and a hand slipped inside his hair as his tongue wetted your nipple through the fabric.

Felix withdrew himself and put a hand under to pull your tanktop upward, exposing your breasts to him, smooth and firm just like how he pictured in his head.

He didn't waste time but to bury his head on your chest, kneading on your breasts, pinching on the flesh, mouth sucking and licking your nipple, while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

You looked at his mouth wrapped around your hardening buds, making them swollen and wet with his saliva.

Felix dragged his mouth down, placing kisses on your ribcage and down to your stomach, where he heard your stomach growled when he kissed your abdomen.

You immediately covered your face with your hands out of shame while Felix chuckled with his chin on your stomach.

"Come on! I'll cook you breakfast!" He said then took you to the kitchen and let you watch him cook you a plate of breakfast of scrambled eggs and toasts.

He sat next to you and ate breakfast together, sipping your coffee in silence, laughed when your eyes met even though there was nothing funny.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "No, but I'm going to stay in,"

"Good idea," he said with a smile.

You decided to continue watching the movie you both once stopped watching because he had to go that night, but with you sitting so close on the sofa together, he couldn't focus on it.

All he could think about was having his way with you, slipped a hand under the strap of your tank top, and twirled it around his little finger.

You snapped your head in his direction, sheepishly smiled at him, sensing his needs, and you delivered. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap, a hand rubbed your thighs and roamed around your body.

You put a hand around his neck and brought your face close to him, pressing a kiss in which he eagerly returned with twice the enthusiasm.

You took each other’s clothes off with the movie was still playing in the background until you both got naked on the sofa with you underneath him.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked you along with a caress on your cheek.

You nodded, "but it's inside the drawer, in my bedroom," you answered.

"Let me go get it," you offered.

But Felix pushed you down back on the sofa, "It's okay, I'll get it,"

It was awkward waiting for him, lying naked, completely exposed on the sofa, you quickly covered yourself with the quilt from the headrest of the sofa.

He came back after a few minutes, putting two foil packets on the table, and you wondered why since you only needed one.

He tore the packet with his teeth and put it on before lying next to you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensed that you went rigid against his lips.

"I'm okay," you replied.

But your answer didn't comfort him. He put his hand under your chin and made you look at him in the eyes, "Hey, we don't have to do anything," he said to you.

You sighed and clasped your hand with his, "I want this," you paused to lick your lips, "I'm just a little nervous,"

"Nervous? Why?"

You tried to find words to describe it but couldn't find any, "I just don't feel confident about all this," you meekly admitted.

"You don't feel confident about what? This?" He ran his thumb over your lips and gave it a soft peck.

Then slid down his hand to every inch of your body, "you're so heavenly," he murmured, "and beautiful that I dreamed of touching you every night," he shamelessly admitted.

You got flustered, and it looked adorable to him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger then kissed you, hard and deep.

One of his hands went down to your cunt, making fluttering little touches on your delicate flesh, tracing your folds, gently circling on your clit until you were drenched with your arousal.

When he pushed his length inside you, you both let out a collective gasp.

It was such a long time coming, you filled each other in an inexplicably satisfying way. You hooked your legs around his waist as his hips bore down into you, deeper and deeper in slow, steady thrusts.

Your nails clawed the skin on his back, gripped his shoulders when the pleasure became too unbearable without breaking eye contact with him.

The movie had stopped playing, and it was quiet in the room, you could hear every intake of his breath and the low grunts he let out through his gritted teeth.

The afternoon sun made his skin glow and warmth to the touch, he made the sex painstakingly slow as a way to relax you in the process and made you feel all the pleasure he brought on you.

He foolishly smiled at you, "you feel so good around me," he said to you, then pressed haste yet gentle kiss on your lips.

You clenched around him and held him closer, lifted your knees higher, sending him deeper inside you.

Felix couldn't hold himself back anymore when he felt like his cock being sucked in deeper inside you, he quickened the pace until you couldn’t contain your moans anymore.

You let the noise you made resound in the room, bouncing from walls to walls and ringing in Felix's ears that riled him up in the best way possible.

You cum almost at the same time, bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat, pressed on top of each other on the sofa.

He kissed your neck as you squirmed under him, eyes closed from relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked, cuddling on the sofa, looking into each other’s eyes with kisses in between.

"I miss you," he muttered to you, he wanted to say that to you the moment he woke up.

You traced his freckles on his cheek with your thumb, "I miss you too," you said to him.

More kisses and cuddles later, the other condom on the table put to use.

For dinner, you ordered some food, ate it in the living room, sat on the floor, continued watching the movie until the end after.

You showered together before bed and slept on your bed that night, with him spooning you from the back and kissing your bare shoulder and neck until you fell asleep. His kisses on your neck woke you up in the morning with his hand freely roaming around your body and eventually pulling your underwear down, there was no way of stopping him.

Or you didn't want to stop him, either way, the morning sex was lovely.

You decided to spend the day going out together: watched a movie, did a little walk around the park, had a cup of coffee, and eventually dinner.

It felt weird being stared at, mostly people stared at Felix, then at you, probably wondering why someone as attractive as him would be with someone like you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about yourself and looked down at your feet while you were walking down the street with him.

"How about ice cream?" He suddenly asked, pointing to the ice cream parlor across the street.

"Are you even allowed to eat ice cream?"

"Why not?

You scoffed, "aren't you suppose to be like... watch your weight or something?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're a model," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream," he said.

He pulled you by your hand as you both crossed the street and entered the shop, looking down at the selection of ice cream flavors.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, "the peanut butter one looks tasty," he added, almost salivating at the sight of the ice cream in front of him.

"Chocolate," you shortly replied, "always chocolate," you said again as you looked up at him.

"Okay," he said then went to order.

He settled on the peanut butter and you with the chocolate one. He hummed in joy once he tasted his ice cream.

"That good?" You asked him.

He grinned, "yes, you want to try?"

You nodded.

But instead of feeding you a spoon, he kissed you.

"There," he beamed.

You gave him a puzzled look, "I said I want a taste,"

"Yes, you got to taste it through me," he said.

You chuckled but were also flustered because he did it while the two of you were still inside the ice cream parlor.

You stole a spoonful of his ice cream and shoved it into your mouth as fast as possible before he could snatch it away.

"You're sneaky," he said with a glare.

You smirked at him, and he pulled you close, leaned in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take back what's mine," he said.

You dodged away and immediately pulled away from him, making your way out of the ice cream parlor while he chased you from behind.

It was a nice weekend, the one that you didn't expect that at the end of the night, he would be lying next to you and kissing you so tenderly, making your heart flip with inexplicable joy.

"I'm so sleepy," you told him, looking at him with his head rested on the pillow with his eyes crinkles like he got stars in them.

He cupped your jaw, "go to sleep, then," he muttered with a breathy, deep voice.

You gave his lips a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight," you murmured, then nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight," he said back to you, then kissed the top of your head.

The day began with the smell of breakfast wafting through the bedroom door that woke Felix up from his sleep.

You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when he came out of your bedroom, he came behind you and slipped his hands around your waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled with his chin on your shoulder, "let's go back to bed," he added.

You softly chuckled and put your hands on his, "I have to go to work," you said to him.

You dragged the plate of pancakes you made for him, "here! take a bite!" You told him.

He didn't steer but opened his mouth at you.

You cut a piece with a fork and fed him with it, watching him eat to see his reaction.

"Good?"

He nodded, "really good," he hummed.

"Then go have a seat and eat your breakfast," you told him.

But he tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, sticking with you, hugging you from the back that you could feel the warmth from his bare upper body.

He kissed your neck with hands moved up to palm your breasts with fingers playing with your clothed nipples.

"Felix," you grumbled but didn't stop him because it wouldn't do much to him.

He groaned with his mouth pressed on the skin on the back of your ear.

"What is it with you, mmh?" He whispered into your ear while his hands went under your t-shirt to knead on your breasts, "I can't stop touching you," he finished, fingers lightly circling your hardening buds.

With his voice that got deeper in the morning, his words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

You turned your head at him to speak, but he quickly captured your lips in a titillating kiss and didn't hesitate to use his tongue.

"Your breakfast is getting cold," you said against his lips and tried to slow him down by putting your hands on his but failed.

"I have to go to work," you reminded him again as he tugged your lower lip between his teeth.

He didn't care, ignored your warning, and deepened the kiss, pinned you against the kitchen island with his body that you had no other option but to give in to his desire.

-

You had been smiling at yourself at work.

Smiling for every time your hand touched your lips, you remembered how his lips felt against yours.

When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you remembered how his hands traced every part of your body, and it led you to the recollections of how he fucked you on the kitchen island that morning, exactly five hours ago.

You could hear his deep grunts in your ear and his hips incessantly thrusting into you while mouth making marks on your chest.

When you looked down, your thighs pressed together under the desk, and you glanced at the clock on the computer screen, it was time to head down to the studio.

You met the art director in the elevator, she was your senior in college and also the one who recommended you to work in the company.

You met her several times and worked with her for some photoshoots. She smiled when she saw you got into the elevator.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she beamed.

"Yeah," you answered, you weren't close with her, but it would be weird to call her an acquaintance.

"You're styling for today," she said.

"Yes," you answered.

You almost laughed when you saw Felix come into the studio but quickly reminded yourself that you were working, you had to be professional.

Felix kept his cool, stayed quiet while you styled his clothes, and adjusted them on his body. You leaned in to put on a brooch on his shirt, it was hard to focus when his face was only inches away from you and your instinct telling you to kiss him.

Felix reached for the neckline of your blouse, pulled it down a little to see the purple mark he made this morning then smirked in satisfaction.

"Look so good with it," he said to you.

You didn't reply, but he could see the faint smile on your face, he slipped his thumb inside your blouse until his finger met your bra, inserted two fingers inside to play with your nipples.

He sighed, "so hard," he breathlessly said to you.

"Felix, please?" You said to him with your head looking around to see if anyone saw.

Your plead sounded the same but different from the one he heard this morning, you said the exact words to him when he felt you clenched around him, so close to your climax with your hand gripped his shoulder and eyes watching as his cock slipped in and out of you in relentless pace.

The one he heard this morning was lustful, tinted with a little bit of desperation, but the one he heard a minute ago, sounded anxious, almost panicked.

You pulled his hand out of your blouse with a sly smile plastered on your face, then went kneeling in front of him to adjust the length of his jeans.

But Felix could only think of filthy things when you looked up through your lashes as you kneeled in front of him, his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head up at him, and slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

You stayed still for a while, then wrapped your mouth around his thumb, then gently sucked on it, you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes with teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

Felix hissed with the thought of having his cock in your mouth rather than his thumb, your slick tongue twirled around his thumb, and when you pulled it out, it was wet with your saliva.

He poked his cheek with his tongue again, giving you the eyes that would make you melt into him if you weren't at work.

"Oh, fuck," he lowly cursed under his breath when you got up from the floor.

You put a hand on his chest, "now, go to work!" you said to him.

Felix let out a scoff as he watched you leave, head filled with so many things he wanted to you later once he got you alone with him.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you waited for Felix to change into his last outfit for the photoshoot, it was a text from an unknown number.

I saw your ad on the bulletin board that you're looking for a roommate. Is it still available?

The sender asked in the text.

You forgot that you put on an ad through the internal office memo about looking for a roommate, got you realized that Felix's rent was about to end this month, a week away to be precise.

Felix got out of the changing room and stood facing you, saw you immediately put your phone away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," you quickly replied.

Your phone rang again when you were on your way back to your apartment, with both of your hands carrying bags of groceries that you kicked the door close behind you.

You put the bags down on the kitchen counter and saw a new message.

I'm sorry, but I need to know if it is still available.

I happen to be looking for a place asap.

You felt bad for not replying, but you were also incapable of making a decision, it would be better to talk about it with Felix first, whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Your fingers hesitantly typed a reply but abruptly stopped when you heard the doorbell ring, you scoffed thinking that it must be Felix being playful, but when you opened the door, it wasn't him.

-

Felix felt relaxed knowing that his contract had finished and that he didn't have to bump into his ex-girlfriend at work again. He got home late since he had to visit his agency for the next job contract, he hurriedly got out of the elevator the second the door slid open and got into the apartment.

He heard you were showering, took off his clothes without thinking, and joined you in the shower.

He snaked his hands around you the moment he got in, "you didn't wait for me," he said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed and turned off the water, "why you didn't tell me that your ex-girlfriend is someone that I worked with?"

He slowly retracted his mouth, he was taken aback by the question.

He meant to tell you from the very beginning but he thought it was unnecessary since he had already broken up.

Letting you know that the art director you worked with would only make you awkward around her.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, there was nothing between us anymore," he defended himself.

"I don't care in what state of relationship you're in. She came here looking for you," you told him.

"Not only that she knows that I live with you, but she also thinks that I steal you from her," you added, pulling your towel from the rack and getting out of the shower.

"I never told her about where I live," he said, following you out of the shower stall, "she visited once before, but she didn't know that I live with you," Felix stuttered his words.

"Oh so, she magically knows where you live?" You snapped and wrapped yourself with a towel.

"I don't know how she knows," Felix pulled your hand, forcing you to face him when he talked.

"It's not just about that, Felix," you sighed in exasperation.

"Can you imagine what shit I would get once everyone at work knows what I did to someone that I work with?"

Felix got quiet, he knew he had done something wrong. He should have told you, he should have come clean about everything.

Felix understood that you must be feel betrayed by him for keeping such information from you and that you were mad because of it. He came to your bedroom after pacing around the room for quite some time to finally braved himself to enter your bedroom.

He couldn't stand not being with you and had a chance to explain everything, he got on the bed and settled himself next to you but didn't touch you like he usually does, he just lay there facing your back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to you in the dark, weren't sure if you were still awake or not.

You didn't steer and stayed quiet, but Felix kept looking at your back and hoping you would turn around to face him, telling him that you forgive him.

But what you said was the complete opposite.

"We shouldn't have been involved with each other in the first place," you said without looking at him.

"Please, don't say that. I never regret anything about us," he said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as if it would magically change your mind.

"You should start looking for another place to stay," you told him.

It was a hard thing to do, it felt bitter on your tongue, rancid. A lump grew in your throat as you held back your tears, like a lump of hot coal clogging your windpipe.

But you were glad he was there with you, at least you could sleep your misery away.

Felix woke up to an empty bed, it seemed like you left for work early, to avoid him.

Just like it was timed, Felix had to go out of town for work at the end of the week, and he packed some stuff in a duffel bag for the trip.

Since your argument that day, you came home and went straight to your room, kept your door shut, and he only saw you a few times in the kitchen.

That night, he knocked on your bedroom door.

He felt uneasy if he had to leave without saying anything, he waited until you opened the bedroom door.

"Yes?" You asked him and stayed at the door, not letting him in.

"I'm leaving out of town tomorrow," he said, "for a few days,"

And you didn't say anything but stood there with one hand lingered on the handle of the door.

"I know my rent ends this week, and I'll get my things as soon as possible," he said to you, "I'll get them once I'm back here,"

"Okay," you weakly said.

He looked into your eyes, deep and hopeful, he wanted to hold you so bad to assure him that things were alright, but he stayed there, feet nailed to the ground, not moving.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he sadly muttered.

A small smile rose on your cheeks, and you took your hand off of the door then went to hug him.

Felix missed this, the warmth of your body against his and the scent of you that reminds him of home, of comfort and longing.

"Thank you," you softly said, "and I'm sorry," you added, hugging him for a few seconds before letting go.

Felix almost stumbled forward because he didn't want to let go of the hug but quickly reeled from it.

"Take care! Have a safe trip tomorrow," you said to him.

"Thanks," Felix said while kept looking into your eyes.

And you stared back into his eyes with a radiant smile on your face.

Felix wanted to see that smile, if he could, be the reason why you smile like that. He never had this strong, intense feeling inside of him until he met you, burning and brimming his heart, all over him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and about to roll off his mouth when you got to him first.

"Goodnight, Felix," you said to him and pushed the door closed.

As well closed the only chance he got, the only hope that just died down with the sound of your door slammed shut.

-

During meeting, you kept avoiding your art director's eyes who was standing at the end of the table and explaining things for the next project. When the meeting was done, she came up to you and held you in the meeting room after everyone else got out.

"You think I'm that petty, huh?" She suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

"You think I'll tell everyone and make a mess out of you," she said.

You shook your head, stuttered your words, "no," you lied.

She laughed, "you know I'm capable of it but what's in it for me?" She asked.

"Nothing!" She answered her own question.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're at work, you'd better be professional," she scolded you.

That took you a moment, and the more you thought, the more you wondered why she would do such petty things, she was too great for that.

"I always think you have a good work ethic, and I respect you for that," she said to you, "so that's that," she finished.

She left the room while carrying her things and looked so cool doing it.

At least one problem was solved. You said to yourself with a long sigh.

When you were back at the apartment, the silence and emptiness welcomed you. You put your bag down on the kitchen counter, pulled open the lower cabinet, and found the bottle of alcohol you couldn’t remember the last time you took a sip of it.

You unscrewed the cap, and the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the kitchen, inviting you to take a sip.

You brought the bottle close to your mouth to take a big gulp, but your phone rang in your bag.

There was a new text.

I'm sorry to contact you again, but I need to know if you're still looking for a roommate.

You gasped for forgetting to reply to the sender text for a week now, you quickly typed a reply.

Yes, it's still available. If you want to see the apartment, you can come by this weekend.

Thank you. I'll make sure to come.

The sender replied a moment later. You sighed, and walked to Felix's bedroom, looking inside to where most of his things were already packed into suitcases in the corner.

You didn't know why the sight of the empty bed could make you sad, you climbed onto the bed and lay curled up on it.

With your eyes closed, you could imagine how his warm hands would wrap around you, drag your closer until his nose meets the crook of your neck, and you would squirm, hum delightfully, then put your hands on his.

But all that left was his scent that clung to the bedsheet and his pillow that you hugged so close to your chest like it was a prized possession, and then, the silence that came back to replace his presence.

The following day wasn't that much of a difference, except that you had to stop by your friend's house to do an unexpected favor for her.

And you had been looking at it now, squatting on your kitchen floor watching the cat drinking a bowl of water in front of you. Since your friend was pregnant and her due date was closing in, she asked you to take care of her cat.

"Your mommy is going to be busy with her baby soon, so please understand why you're stuck with me," You said to the black cat with a patch of white fur on the nose.

You got up to put some cat food on another bowl and knocked over something on the kitchen counter, sending it fell onto the sink that the cat startled and meowing.

"It's okay, it's okay," you calmed the cat down, and it started to purr.

You looked at the mess you did, and it was your bottle of liquor you didn't drink last night, you looked at it for a while, funny that it didn't evoke the same effect in you as it used to, you took it then poured out the content down the sink, watched the liquid swirling into the drain and threw the bottle into the trash.

You squatted back down on the floor and slid the bowl of cat food on the floor, "I guess it's just you and me now," you said to the cat as you pet its head.

You slept on Felix's bed again that night with the cat curled up on your feet, and it felt less lonely that night.

But it got annoying when the cat started meowing at the early of day, you didn't have another choice but reluctantly got up from the bed and fed the cat.

Then you remembered that someone would come by to see your apartment, at least by waking up early, you could clean the apartment to appear more habitable.

You were cleaning out the desk in Felix's room when you happened to see his portfolio, the one where models use to show the photoshoot they had done in their career.

You flipped the page and looked at his face, your heart burned for how much you missed him, when you flipped it to the last page, you found a small photo slipped between the page.

It was a photo of you and him taken at the baby shower, you intentionally posed like a couple at prom for fun, then smiled remembering that moment.

At that moment, you regretted letting him leave.

You shouldn't have asked him to leave and look for a new place, deep down you knew you wanted to live with him and be with you, filled this emptiness with his presence.

You didn't know how to reach out to him, a phone call wouldn't do, you wanted to ask him yourself if he wanted to live with you.

On the other hand, it would be too late to cancel on the person who wanted to come and see the apartment. Maybe once that person got here, you could tell them that the room wasn't available anymore.

You waited anxiously on the sofa and just like the cat sensed your discomfort, it jumped onto your lap and let you pet its fur.

It never crossed your mind how lovely it was to have a pet, to be in the company of another living, breathing thing in your place that let you know you weren't alone.

The doorbell rang, and you gently put the cat on the sofa, you smooth down the hem of your skirt before opening the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you blinked a few times to find Felix behind the door.

"Felix?" You asked him.

"I came here to see the apartment," he said.

You took a step back, completely dazed and confused, you took your phone and dialed the number of the person looking for a roommate.

His phone rang in his hand, and he picked it up, "It's me," he said through the phone even though you were standing facing each other in the doorway.

"Can I see your apartment now?" He asked again.

You stifled a laugh, partly shocked, but the other part of you relieved it was him.

"Yes," you nodded.

You opened the door wider to let him in and put your phone away, "your room would be this way," you said to him as you contained your smiles.

Felix walked to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, "this is nice," he said to you with a smile.

"Yeah," you said, "my former roommate is a smoker so it's a bit reeked with cigarette smoke,"

"Ah," he exclaimed, "fortunately, I quit smoking," he said to you.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," he added.

You nodded in acknowledgment and realized that you hadn't seen him smoke in a long time.

"Is there any fun things you usually do around here? A bottle of drink stashed somewhere, perhaps?" He asked you.

You lowly chuckled, "I used to drink before sleep, but I don't drink anymore," you proudly said.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," you added to poke fun at him.

He laughed while poking his cheek with his tongue, "is there anything else I should know?" He asked again.

"I make a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I can't sleep well at night unless someone cuddles me," you answered.

You came to the window and glanced outside, the wind from the window left ajar made the hem of your dress sway around, "and I was terrible to my former roommate, he didn't deserve that. I'm sorry," you said to him.

Felix licked his lips before speaking, "first, your former roommate was an asshole for not being honest with you, he totally deserved that," he said.

He came up to you and stopped just close enough, "and second, I happen to like cuddles," he said with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, couldn't help but grin back at him, and looked into his eyes that offered so much warmth.

"I'll take it," he said to you as he grabbed your hands from your sides and took them in his.

"I don't take a year-long contract," you said to him.

"I don't intend to stay that short," he said back, "I intend to stay forever with you,"

He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips on you, it felt like you slipped into your favorite sweater, so comfortable and nice, put you at ease, like coming home.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you muttered back and kissed him again.

Your hands looped around his neck, bodies drawing closer and closer with no gap left in between and lips endlessly latched onto each other.

He pulled you with him until he was seated on the end of the bed, and you sat on his lap.

"I was wrong for saying that we shouldn't be involved with each other," you said to him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know you didn't mean that," he softly said to, putting the hair that curtained your face to the side and holding it there.

He rested his forehead against yours, looking so deep into each other’s eyes, then gently kissed your lips, so softly as if he kissed a frail flower.

He kissed you again like he had been waiting for it, so hungry, passionate, burning with desire.

You pulled away to catch a breath, laughing at him for not willing to part even for a mere second.

Your hands worked open the buttons of your blouse, then let it fall onto the floor, then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra while Felix watched with anticipation.

"You know what I like," he said to you as he held your waist.

You smiled back at him and let the bra straps slide down your arms then tossed it aside.

He put your hair to the back, lay a hand flat on your chest, "you're so soft," he murmured, then kissed your collarbone.

He slid his mouth down to your breast with his hands kneading on the flesh, kissing the skin around your areolas to finally take your nipples into his mouth in turns.

You looked down at his tongue, playing with your hardening, wet buds in kitten licks, your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He lowly groaned with his mouth full of your flesh while you slowly grind on him, he took off his mouth and brought it close to your ear.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you breathlessly answered.

He held you close with his hands tight around you, gave you a hurried kiss on your open mouth, "I want to cum inside you," he said, lips grazed yours as he spoke.

He stripped you off until you were fully naked on the bed, lowered his mouth to plant kisses on every inch of your body, searing, tingling from the inside.

He took his clothes off in front of you, making you watch as parts of his body revealed with every piece of clothing removed.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing member with prominent veins, you felt the urge to touch it to know how hard it was.

He kneeled beside you and took your hand, "this is how much I want you," he said as he wrapped your hand around his length.

Feeling curious, you slowly brought your mouth close and slowly took his length in your mouth, you gagged the second the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled out almost immediately, strings of saliva dribbled down your chin.

Felix wiped it with his thumb, "take it slow," he said to you then pushed your head down back onto the pillow.

He straddle you, crotch slightly hovering on your stomach, with his cock in his hand, and circled your nipples with the tip of his cock. He went lower, lower until he settled himself between your legs.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your heating core to him, drenching and aching to be filled.

His cock teased your slit, up and down until fresh arousal leaked out of you.

Then slowly pushed his cock inside with a deep growl he let out until he fully bottomed out, he smiled blissfully as he lowered himself on top of you, capturing your lips in his again.

"So good, baby," he said to you before pressing another kiss on your lips, "so good," he cooed.

You pulled your knees up to let him penetrate deeper, thrusting harder that your climax closed in with no time.

Your legs shook underneath him as your orgasm hit you, sending immense pleasure all over you.

Felix kept the motion going until he too cum inside you just like he wanted to, he stayed inside you for a moment while kissing your breasts and lightly licked your nipples.

He kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled out, a hand rubbed your thigh as he watched his cum leaking out of you.

He lightly pinched the flesh of your thighs, breath quickened at the sight that made his cock erect again.

"It looks like I need to fill you again," he said to you as he lay next to you.

He kissed your jaw, cheek, around your face until his mouth eventually landed on your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said to you with his face so close to yours.

You placed your hands on his arms, feeling his taut biceps when you held it.

"Would you like that?" He asked you.

"Yes," you shortly replied with a lustful sigh.

He smiled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, one hand went to bring your leg over to his and hooked it around his waist.

All of a sudden, he jolted on the bed made him abruptly break the kiss. Then you saw the cat walked behind him then to his pillow and rested itself on the space above your face.

"I forgot to tell you about the other roommate," you said to him.

"Oh?" Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise then pulled you closer to him, "Is it going to stay there and watch us..." he trailed his words.

You chuckled and nodded, "I think so, yeah,"

Felix looked at you and shrugged.

"What? Are you jealous of him now?" You asked him with your hands around his neck.

"It's a he?" He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded.

"Then yes, I am jealous," he said.

You turned over on the bed and had him under you, lowered yourself on top of him, "well, you'd better get to know each other cause he'll be staying for a while," you told him.

The cat mewled as it curled on your pillow as if he knew what you were saying to Felix.

Felix rubbed his hands up and down your back, turned his head at the cat, then said, "you'd better pay you extra for rent," he said to the cat.

The cat purred with its eyes closed, dozing into sleep, and ignored his words.

"Did he just?" He asked in disbelief.

You laughed at the funny banter and kissed him on the mouth, "you'd better pay extra too," you jokingly said.

"Cuddles is not enough?"

You shook your head, "not enough,"

"Good thing that I can do more than cuddles," he remarked with a sly grin and a hand threading on the sin of your abdomen, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering the list of all things he could do to you than just cuddles.

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