In The Middle 

"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." - H.H [SKZ]

Summary : In which you go with Hyunjin to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings : Hyunjin all doped up at the dentist for shits n giggles, felix/seungmin/changbin laughing at him, teasing banter, mention of binnie's bday gift from minho

"What year is it?"

"2024. Halfway through, baby." You laugh, hand coming up to the arm of the chair he lays in to rest there in case he tries to move around. And he does, sitting himself up a bit as if he's worried he's late for something.

Hyunjin huffs out a breath through his nose, turning his head to look at you. You can't deny that he looks god awful and adorable at the same time; Hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep and cheeks swollen far more than usual from the medication and procedure he'd just undergone. "How long was I asleep?"

You pull your notification tab down with the tip of your index finger to check. "They put you under about an hour and a half ago, so you were asleep for.. I don't know, twenty minutes after they were done?"

"Twenty..." His voice trails off, soft and grumbly from just waking up. His lips press together before parting again, forced open by the gauze in his mouth and cheeks. His head turns towards the door and then down to the thin blanket placed over his body. Slowly, he begins to relax back into the chair.

Your hand comes up to rest along his cheek, brushing over the skin just barely before moving to pull hair back from his face. He blinks tiredly and keeps his eyes down, focused on the way his hands move under the blanket as he tries to pull it up further towards his shoulders. "Feeling okay, bubs?"

He huffs again, sighing out in what seems like distress that he's too sleepy to truly convey. "I have to go soon."

"Go where, baby?" You chuckle, curious on where his mind was wandering as the drugs slowly wore off.

His lips smack once, twice, and he blinks open his eyes again to look at you. It's a silly sight, his head tipped down toward the blanket and face pudgy with the angle. "I have a dinner date later. With ..."

You smile. "We rescheduled our dinner date for next week, Jinnie, remember? We'll have that dinner date eventually, don't worry."

"No.."

"No?" You grin this time, giggling out when he seems to reject the dinner offer. "You don't want to go on a dinner date with your girlfriend, baby?"

A few chuckles come from the screen of your phone. You'd facetimed Felix as soon as he'd asked you to after you'd told him Hyunjin was waking up. He insisted he needed to see what his hyung would be like all doped up at the dentist. So at the present moment, Felix's left eye and Seungmin's forehead fill the screen - and you know Changbin is lingering somewhere in the background.

Hyunjin clicks his tongue before his nose crinkles in careful regret. He adjusts in the chair, tugging the blanket fully up to his chin as he hums out. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Seungmin's laugh breaks the soft silence that fills the room and Hyunjin peeks open an eye in confusion as to where it came from.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jinnie." You remind him in a playful tone, still laughing through it all. Your hand finds his under the blanket and as the words settle in, his brows crinkle together.

"Uh, no." He blinks a few times at you, lips pursing. "I have a wife waiting for me at home. You can't be my girlfriend."

Your expression falls deadpan - but it all seemed worth it when Changbin's laughter exploded from your phone speaker, mixed with the sound of Felix dropping his phone as he fell to the floor cackling and Seungmin hitting the couch cushions in amusement.

Your eyes roll and you look back to your boyfriend, amused. "Right. Forgot you were married."

His lips purse once more, tongue sliding over them slowly as he realizes they're numbed still, before his eyes slip back shut in peace. "Mhm. My wife has pink underwear, too."

"Your wife has WHAT?"

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

This is so cute thoooo

sneaky.

sneaking a kiss on their cheek ft. chishiya, niragi, arisu

chishiya shuntaro

you were both hanging out in the beach, in his room. he was showing you some of his latest inventions / weapons. the military part of the beach possesses all weapons so he makes his own. you were seated on the edge of his bed, beside him. he was explaining how to use the weapon in his hand, it looked like a blade connected to wires? you didnt pay too much attention. you were looking at him from the side, admiring him. he didnt seem to mind it and never asked you to stop. when your lips touched his cheek, you could feel him freeze for a split second. the flow of his words stopped as he gained his composure again, continuing to explain the invention. you can never gain a huge reaction from this man. instead, what he said next made you blush

" next time you do that, ask for my permission first. "

he likes it too ???

niragi suguru

hes shit. he really is. but to you he isnt, its like the usual aggressive and fierce niragi you see in executive meetings just disappeared into thin air. it happened after a meeting, he dragged you into his room, making you sit on the bed. he seemed furious. he sat beside you, apologizing for suddenly dragging you. you gave him a soft smile and " its fine " as a response. sitting in front of you, he started ranting, started telling you all about the source of his anger. you listened intently. in the middle of his statement you place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

" calm down.. "

" i would've blown that fuckers head off already if it weren't for you "

arisu ryohei

you were really close even before the borderlands. a few weeks after arriving at the beach, you two had to replenish your visas. in the game, strategy was important and arisu was of course, smart enough to make up a strategy the moment he heard the rules. while explaining the idea to the other players, you were looking at him from his side. the players had dispersed to put the strategy into action. while you, looked at arisu. placing your lips on his cheek, giving him a quick kiss.

" this is why i love you arisu "

he was shocked for a bit but he smiles at you, returning the favor, kissing your cheek softly.

" i know, now lets win this. "

stars in your eyes :

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

# lmh x afab : reader ! ( fluff + smut )

cw : smut , exhibitionism , nonidol!au , degradation ( f rec. ) , slight overstim , creampie , brat reader , minho is a brat tamer though , face slapping ( 2 ) , namecalling : slut , whore , baby , brat . unprotected sex ( don’t try this at home ) !!

a/n ; hehe 🤗 im not very confideng witb my smut writing skills so JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE READING….

wc : 1,726 ?!

an arm encased your body, resting around your waist. camping with minho and his members felt extremely therapeutic to you. 

the sun had already fallen, and you all had watched as it sunk into the ground. what you were truly waiting for was the shining stars that would litter across the sky. 

you first discovered your passion for stargazing when your sweet boyfriend took you out during midnight, so you both could admire the glitter in the sky; you weren’t sure whether to look at the stars that strayed across the sky, or the star that beamed just by your side.

admiring the sparkles, you hear shuffling beside your and minho’s bodies, your head cocks up to see seungmin and jeongin heading towards their tent.

“i’m off to bed!” seungmin declared, lips forming a light grin as he sees jeongin trail after him. everybody exchanges a goodnight to the two youngest boys, and your eyes meet with one particular star.

“d’you wanna head back to the tent too?” minho asked, voice hushed and honey-like. you simply nod, grinning the same way he does. “me and minho are off too!” you announce, both of you are quick on your feet, hands and fingers interlocking. 

“goodnight!” he exclaims, waving everyone goodbye as they greet you both goodnight. 

he drags you into your shared tent and you both lay down on the blanket that pillowed your sides.

minho spoons you whilst gently running his hands through your hair. you feel your eyelids flutter, on the verge of closing shut– until you feel a tug at your scalp.

you whimper, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to stifle any other sounds that could escape. your hips grind against his, feeling the suppressed bulge in his pants push against your ass.

“what’s wrong baby? you’re grinding all over me.” he teases, whispering into your ear. “m-min..” you try to find the words, but your tongue falls short, instead releasing a breathy whine as he grinds into your back rougher. 

“cat got your tongue?” he taunts, halting his movements to let you breathe.

“yeah, you.” you spat, panting heavily from the stimulation. your head turns to face minho, who has now sat up. you turn to lay on your back.

he raises a brow, eyes narrowed and dark. he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “don’t be a brat,” he growled. “you and i both know it’s only me who could make you feel good.” 

he was right, but no way were you going to admit that. “yeah right, you wish.” you retort, ignoring the wetness that dampened your cotton panties.

his hand wraps around your neck, the other coming down to smack you across the face. you wince, mouth agape and cunt throbbing. he pulls you up, fingers tight around your neck, restricting your airflow.

his gaze is heavy on you, making you feel smaller than you already are. his tongue pokes at his cheek. your vision is blurry from the lack of air– his fingers finally leave your neck to grip your jaw. 

“you think you’re better than me, hm?” he questions, your eyes locking with his. 

“you know i am.” you mutter, a grin forming on your lips. you weren’t sure where you were getting this confidence, but it felt good to finally put minho in his place for once.

he chuckles, releasing you from his hold. “then show me.” 

your eyes are wide, and he cocks a brow. “what? y’want me to repeat myself?” he mocks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

“shut up– i know what you said.” you hiss, shoving the waistband of your shorts between your fingertips and pushing it down. 

he sucks in a breath, staring at the way your pussy has absolutely drenched your panties. he looks at you expectantly, and you quickly succumb to his gaze; your panties are off in not more than a second, and you whimper at the way your hot cunt is exposed to the cool air.

“what are you waiting for?” he sighs, feigning disappointment. “won’t you show me how good you make yourself feel?” his voice is thick and taunting you. 

“s-shut up.” you mutter, yet your hands travel down your body anyway, shivering at your own touch.

your fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles around it. your whines pierce through the silence.

 minho shoves two fingers into your mouth. you instinctively begin sucking. “stop being so loud would you? the other members are trying to sleep.” your mind backtracks, had he cast a spell on you? how did his words alone erase such significant memory.

“or, is if that you want them to hear?” he whispers, and you’re quick to shake your head ‘no’. your free hand spread the folds of your cunt apart, your whines muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

you quickly shove two fingers inside, fucking yourself on them. you quickly realize the stimulation just isn’t enough– but your dignity is on the line here. you push in a third finger, moaning at the stretch.

“does it feel good, hm?” his eyes glancing at your wet, finger-filled cunt. you hum, signaling yes. “better than this?” his fingers exit your mouth, producing a pop sound. 

your eyes travel to his hands, that are quickly unhooking his belt buckle. he tugs down at his pants, revealing the black boxers you watched him put on earlier that day. you continue thrusting your fingers in and out, eyes locked on his bulge.

his cock is throbbing beneath the cloth, and your pussy becomes wetter. you bite your lip watching his boxers being pulled down, releasing his hard cock. you suppress a moan, eyes lingering on the dick you know too far and well.

his tip is angry; flushing red and leaking precum. you observe the way it twitches whenever your fingers sink knuckles deep into your cunt.

“y-yeah. way better than that.” you lie through your teeth, hand rubbing quicker circles on your clit. it felt good– however you couldn’t help but desire his fingers inside you instead. 

“lying slut.” he lowly grunts, a sharp sting spreading across your cheek. your whimpers increase in volume, before they’re suddenly turning into begging and babbles.

“fuck.. min– ‘m sorry! need your cock, please–“ “i-i lied, please fill me up!” you continue to beg, tears dripping down your face. he pulls your fingers away from your cunt; you’re whining at every single touch that’s his. his fingers, his hands, just his.

“you think you deserve my cock after being such a brat?” he spat, voice hushed to prevent waking someone up. 

all you could respond with are rambled apologies, praises, begging.

“so dumb and i’ve barely even touched you.” you can hear the smirk in his voice, but you can’t bring yourself to snap back.

“‘m so s-sorry, min!” you cried, before you’re suddenly moaning loudly, whining at the sudden stretch in your cunt. “s-shut up, dumb whore.” he pants, sharply thrusting into you, walls slippery and tight.

your hand covers your mouth as you spew muffled moans into it. though, you quickly notice that the stimulation didn’t feel fulfilling.

he deliberately thrusted into you, just missing your sweet spot. each thrust getting louder, faster– but not exactly deeper.

“what’s wrong baby?” he taunts, his voice is breathy and rough. your hand leaves your mouth, still biting back moans that threaten to spill. 

“min.. min, deeper!” you sob, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. your eyes roll back.

thankfully, he doesn’t resist, allowing his tip to kiss and poke at your sweet spot; your walls closing in tighter around his dick and your eyes squeeze shut. he groans, pounding into you with little mercy. your walls are squeezing him, while his fingers grip and bruise your hips. 

“stupid slut, i thought you didn’t need my cock, huh?“ he hissed, hips stilling as he’s deep inside you.

you whine, grinding against him. “‘m sorry, can’t live w-without your.. c-cock.” you whimper, your eyes flutter open to see his gorgeous face.

he scoffs, thrusting into you again– harder. “that’s right, can’t live without my cock, hm?” your cunt clenches around him, and you feel him pulsate against your walls.

“oh shit.. so good baby, feel so good around me.” he praises, and you moan in content. “f-fuck min! g-gonna cum!” you sob, squeezing him tighter. “shit,” he drags, head thrown back. “d-d’you really deserve to cum, hm? after being such a brat?” he groans, hips stuttering slightly.

“g-gonna be good, i promise! p-please, wanna cum..” your whines grow louder, as you’re inching towards your orgasm. 

“then cum.” he commands, your body subconsciously obeying. you see stars flickering over your vision. your juices drip down onto his cock, but he doesn’t stop his thrusts.

“you’re finished when i am.” he whispers, although it’s obvious he won’t last long.

he drags his cock against your fluttering walls, he’s throbbing inside you making you clench around him. you moan loudly, overstimulated and unbothered about the fact your friends are just next door.

“shit– gonna cum. you’re gonna take it, okay? take my cum like a good fucking slut.” he curses, voice thick and gruff. 

you babble multiple “yes”s, repeatedly squeezing around him to milk his cock. “want your cum!” you sob, squeezing him one more time before he’s dumping his hot seed in you. you whimper, wincing as he’s thrusting his load deeper into you. 

once he pulls out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness.

“you okay?” his touch is now gentle on you: pushing the uninvited strand away from your face, wiping the droplets of sweat off of your forehead, and gently pressing a kiss to your lips.

you nod, slightly shaking from the ‘workout’. smiling when minho’s arms embrace you as you doze off to sleep.

you’re awoken to the sound of giggling and yelling coming from outside the tent. you look around and minho isn’t by your side. you pout, before sitting up and unzipping the flimsy entrance. 

before exiting, you notice you’re dressed in minho’s shirt. it hangs upon your body loosely, but you feel so warm in it.

you struggle to get out, legs slightly wobbling. the sun flashes your eyes, and as soon as your presence is noticed, everyone bursts into shouts and laughter.

“minho!” the seven boys teasingly yell, all in synchronization. 

once your eyes adjust to the light, you see your boyfriend’s face hiding in his hands, and ears flushed a deep red.

so they heard.

“When the moon came down”

written and illustrated by Feridun Oral

IMAGINE getting a dog with Bangchan

It has always been Chan’s dream to raise his own dog. With the two of you having shared a flat for almost a year now and enjoying the time together immensely, you’ve decided that the moment has finally come. You also love dogs, and since both of your birthdays are in October, you decide to make it a joint birthday gift. After careful consideration, you decide on a little rescue puppy, a curious small girl whose breed is somewhat of a mystery but whose huge dark eyes immediately stole your heart.

It’s the day before Chan’s birthday – because you want him not to suspect anything – and your new flatmate and you are playing on the floor of your apartment. The puppy has a small bow attached to her collar, and she seems delighted, trying to chase it.

When the both of you hear keys turning in the lock, your rescue wags her tail in curiosity before bounding over to the door to meet a new friend. Oh well, there goes the chance of her becoming a guard dog. Chan’s shout, “Baby, I’m home,” is cut short when your puppy rounds the corner. You can’t see the two of them from your position in the living room, but you can hear Chan pausing. “Oh my gosh,” he says lowly. “And who might you be?” He apparently drops his backpack before his voice raises a whole octave. “Who are you, my gorgeous little girl?”

You can’t wait any longer, so you get up to peek around the corner. Chan is on the floor, almost at eye level with the little dog, and his smile is better than you could have imagined. It’s just as happy and pure as when he looks at you. He is baby-talking at the little dog and scratching her belly, and the dog seems to have ascended straight to dog heaven.

“The shelter named her Astronaut because she’s such a little explorer. I like it.”

Chan glances up at you, and his dimples deepen as he beams at you. “She’s ours?” he asks breathlessly, his happiness dominating both of those syllables.

You can only nod, needing to clear your throat, moved as you are by his reaction. “Happy birthday to us,” you whisper.

In a second, he is on his feet, lifting you up in a hug, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you fiercely, putting all his happiness and appreciation into the gesture. “God, I love you,” he breathes in between kisses, peppering your face with them. “I love you so much. This is the best surprise ever. I promise I’ll do half of the work and pay should she ever need a vet and-“

You silence him with a kiss. “I know, babe. You’re going to be the best dog dad ever.” You smile at him.

Chan leans his forehead against yours. “Oh God. Are you going to call me daddy now?”

Your smile turns cheeky. “Only if you want me to…” you purr. Chan’s hands find your ass. “Hey, not in front of the baby!”

Your boyfriend glances at Astronaut. “Reckon she’ll be okay for a few minutes without us? I need to show you how much I appreciate my gift.” You sigh. “You nerd.” He pouts. “Okay, sure, but if she ruins anything in the meantime, it’s your fault.”

His smile is menacing as he tightens his grip on your ass and moves you towards the bedroom door. “Oh baby… I’m about to ruin YOU.”

16th century ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere

ugly crying ft. gentle purring...

...the one where you're doubling over with sobs but minho's there. and so are your three fur babies.

warnings: ugly ass crying, mental breakdown, mention of hospitals

a total vent fucking fic that is incoherent tbh. reader just has a terrible fucking breakdown. if you need comfort for that from minho, feel free to read. happy fucking monday.

you wish mental breakdowns came with a goddamn warning sign.

you’re simply sitting on the chair, staring blankly at the tv, your hands limp against your lap. you feel off, like something’s wrong, but you can’t really place it. you knew something's coming but you didn't really predict that it's gonna be this bad.

then it crashes down.

the sob that rips out of you is violent, like something being torn from deep inside your chest. you don’t even have the presence of mind to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle it, it comes out, loud and raw, and the force of it sends you doubling over, choking.

"oh, fuck-"

minho is there. he always somehow is.

you didn’t even hear him come into the room, but suddenly he’s crouching in front of you, hands braced on your arms, his big , brown eyes wide and alert.

"hey, hey, what the- what’s wrong jagi?"

you can’t answer. you can’t even breathe properly. your chest heaves, but it feels like no air is getting in, and the crying just gets uglier, gasping, wailing, shaking so hard your knees knock together.

minho barely hesitates.

he’s pulling you forward before you can fully collapse, guiding you off the couch before you slide off of it. your legs fold uselessly beneath you as he brings you to the floor, your whole body slumping forward until your forehead presses against his shoulder.

"shit," he mutters, his voice softer now, realising you need his tenderness now more than ever, his arms wrapping around you, keeping you close. "okay, okay, breathe. just. breathe, jagiya."

but you can’t.

the stress, the frustration, the godforesaken helplessness. it’s been building for weeks. you’ve been following the doctor’s orders, keeping it together, trying not to be a burden. but now it’s crashing over you, suffocating you, and there’s nothing you can do except sob, breath hitching, hands curling uselessly into minho’s shirt.

"i fucking- i can’t- i dont wanna-minho, i-"

you’re not even making sense, the words breaking apart between sobs. your whole body shakes against his, and he lets you shake, lets you hold onto him because he's the only thing keeping you from falling apart in shambles right now.

"shhh," he soothes, voice steady, fingers carding through your hair. "it’s okay. i’ve got you."

but for once, it’s not okay. none of this is okay.

the hospital. the seizures. the way your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore. the restrictions, like chains wrapped around your wrists, pulling you down, making you feel heavier than ever.

"i hate this," you choke out, another sob tearing through you. "i hate- hate hate hate hate it!" you yell out, palms hitting the floor with every word before minho pulls it away and holds your hand against his heart instead.

his grip on you tightens for a moment before he shifts, guiding you into his lap with practiced ease. it's like he’s done this before. like he knew this was coming. you'd been strong for too long after all.

"i know," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple. "i know you do."

"i can’t. i need to do things, i need to work, i need-"

"no, you don’t," he says, firmer this time. his arms squeeze around you, grounding you. "you need to breathe and you need to rest."

"but i can’t just-"

"you can. and you will."

his voice leaves no room for argument, but it’s not cold. just steady. certain. he’s willing you to believe it, to trust him.

you can only let out another wrecked sob, burying your face against his chest, and he lets you. lets you cry, lets you break, lets you lose it completely in his arms.

and then, soft padding. a quiet, inquisitive meow.

you barely register it through your crying, but minho huffs out a small, amused sound.

"oh great. now you’ve upset the kids."

you lift your head just enough to see them, your babies, soonie, doongie, and dori, all three of them, tails twitching, ears perked up as they stare at you with wide, concerned eyes.

your breath hitches again, another sob threatening to break free, but soonie steps forward and plops down right against your leg, pressing his warm weight against you. doongie follows immediately, rubbing his head against your arm, while dori hops right into minho’s lap and paws at your hoodie, almost upset that he's not the center of attention.

you let out a choked, broken laugh, and minho smirks.

"see? even they know you’re being ridiculous."

you glare at him through your tears, but it’s weak, and he just smirks harder, reaching up to wipe your damp cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"you’re allowed to fall apart," he murmurs, the teasing laced with something softer, more real. "but you’re not doing it alone."

your face crumples again, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks, and he's gently pulling you in, tucking you against his chest, warm and safe as you hiccup.

"cry as much as you want," he says, fingers tracing soothing circles along your back. "i’m not going anywhere."

and with the company of your three meowing babies, and the big kitty holding you tight, you know you'll find it in yourself to feel okay again. and until you don't, they'll be there. and they'll be there, even once you are.

Boyfriend Texts 4 - SKZ OT8

Synopsys: text from bf!skz when they are drunk.

Warnings: none, I think?

Hope you enjoy! 🩵

[breeding kink with felix. afab!reader. protected sex (yay!!). mentions of ovulation. dry humping? dirty talk. reader’s horny. felix is also horny + shy and embarrassed. marks and hickeys. they’re in love your honor.]

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Felix’s back hits the mattress, body limp and spent.

“Mhhh, wanna fuck,” you wrap your arm around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you pepper the soft and sensitive skin of his neck with kisses.

His eyebrows raise comically, he looks like a cartoon character.

“Babe, we literally just finished fucking,” he chuckles. “I’ve still got the condom on.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows. You take a quick look between his legs to find out he is technically right. Looking at him, you snort.

“Ew, gross, take it off.”

“I was about to before you attacked me with your love,” he pecks your lips. He takes the condom off and ties a knot on it, then throws it in the bin next to his side of the bed. “We should go wash up.”

“What?” You whine, pressing a kiss on his shoulder, then another one right above his nipple. “I was serious, babe. I’m so… horny right now, I really want to fuck.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Felix arches one of his eyebrows. “Like, are you for real?”

You pout. “Yes.”

“We did it this morning, too,” he looks at you suspiciously, “and you sucked me off in the shower after. What’s up with you? I’m down, don’t get me wrong, it’s just— you’re never this needy.”

You shrug, drawing imaginary shapes all over his chest with the tip of your finger. He brushes a few strands of hair from your face.

“It’s nothing. I’m just ovulating, that’s it,” you say casually, as if it weren’t a big deal.

“You know, I never really understood what it means. Like, physically speaking.”

“Did you skip sex ed in high school?” You giggle. “Men,” you roll your eyes at him. “It basically means my body is, like, getting ready to get pregnant. Like, there’s this strong urge to mate and basically I’m horny all the time.”

Felix’s limp cock twitches.

“Oh?”

“Hm,” you hum, “even the littlest things turn me on. Like this morning in the shower,” you explain.

“I was literally rinsing my hair and you kneeled down before me!” He chuckles, remembering what had happened in the shower.

“Yeah, but your muscles were all flexed and— and you had your head kicked back and you looked super hot,” you let your hand run all over his torso, meeting his toned abs.

A rosy blush tints his cheeks — Felix always gets so flustered when receiving compliments.

“Baaabe,” he whines, embarrassed, “stop it.”

“Why?” You pout, looking at him with curious eyes. “Don’t you want to know how much you turn me on, baby?”

“I do, I do,” Felix nuzzles your cheek. “It’s just— I always get so shy when you compliment me.”

You know that, of course. You know Felix like the back of your hand.

“But you always love to tell me when you think I’m sexy,” you kiss his chest. “You love to tell me how I’m making you feel when you’re inside me…” you wrap your lips around his nipple and Felix’s body twitches.

“Well, yeah, but I mean…”

“No buts,” you look at him, “just let me show my pretty boyfriend how much he turns me on.”

“Hmm, there’s nothing I’d love more, babe,” he cups your face, “but there’s this thing called refractory period, which let me tell you, sucks.”

His penis is still limp of course, his body needs to regain the strength and energy in order for him to get hard again in such a short period of time. But never say never, maybe you could help him with that since you happen to know exactly what turns him on.

“Let me see what I can do about that,” you smirk at him.

Felix looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you position yourself over him, one leg on each side of his body until his most intimate parts are pressed on yours. He must admit it feels incredibly good.

“Babe- babe, what—?”

A sigh cuts him off his own thoughts as soon as he feels you sliding up and down his hardening cock, almost as if you were giving him a pussy job right now.

“You’re getting so hard for me, baby,” you whine against his skin, continuing to slide up and down his cock.

“Wait— wait, babe, my stuff…” Felix’s cheeks are super red right now. “There might be still cum on… it.”

It being his cock, of course. Since Felix isn’t lying and you have, indeed, just finished fucking, it is completely normal that he’s all wet and sticky with his own substance.

“Are you scared that you’re gonna knock me up with just a little bit of dry humping?” You giggle, kissing his collarbone.

Felix gasps at the thought, his dick instantly becoming rock hard. He feels kind of guilty for that, for these filthy thoughts. He shouldn’t enjoy the thought of risk, right? It shouldn’t turn him on so much. The thought of knocking you up, the thought of you being his forever. Right now is the perfect time, too, since you’re ovulating — you told him yourself. If he just angled his hips slightly differently he’d slip right inside of your wet and tight heat without the barrier of the condom preventing him from feeling you completely. He would fill you up and watch the way it leaks out of you. Maybe it wouldn’t take on the first try and you’d have to just keep having unprotected sex until—

“Oh, you’re not scared,” you pull back to look at him with eyebrows raise. “Lee Felix, I didn’t know you had a breeding kink,” you poke his cheek.

He looks down at you like a deer caught in the headlights and gasps.

“I do not!” He tries to deny the obvious truth, his own cock betraying him.

“Then why are you so hard?” You run your fingers through his hair. “Why is your pretty cock all hard and leaky, baby?”

“Of course it is, you’re on top of me. Naked, and you’re telling me all of this filthy stuff— of course it gets hard!”

“Hmm,” you kiss his neck, “so it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m ovulating right now.”

Felix gasps once more.

“N-Not necessarily…”

“Hm, alright then,” you stop moving on top of him since he’s rock hard, “just grab a condom and fuck me, babe.”

Now, a new thought intrudes Felix’s mind. The thought of you being all horny and desperate to fuck him, being ready to receive his cum. Your body craves him. He knows that biologically speaking it’s not technically related to him, but still, knowing that he has such an effect on you and that you get super horny just because he does mundane things such as showering or literally anything else makes his cock and heart swell up.

“How long does it last?” Felix asks, reaching for the top drawer, where he stashes condoms and lube and the sex toys you both use in the bedroom.

“What, my ovulation?”

“Hm.”

“I mean, like a week? But this is the third day already, so…”

Felix closes the drawer, condom between his fingers, as he rolls onto the bed ready to rip the small package and put it on.

“But, like, today’s the peak,” you mumble absentmindedly, “apparently I’m super fertile or something…”

Felix freezes. The thought he’d been trying to brush off so desperately now hits him like a ton of bricks. Super fertile. You’re lying between his bedsheets like a true goddess, begging him to fuck your for the third time within the span of six hours, all pretty and horny and desperate for him.

“Ah,” Felix’s jaw drops as he rolls on the condom, “I see.”

“What’s that? Thought you didn’t have a breeding kink,” you smirk at him, poking Felix’s cheek. “Just admit it at this point, babe.”

He finds his place between your legs, pressing his body on yours as he aligns himself with your entrance. You’re still wet from your previous orgasm, which was pretty intense, so the tip slips in effortlessly and you let out the prettiest whine. He grips the bedsheets underneath you as he imagines the thin barrier of the condom isn’t there. That you’re being irresponsible and having unprotected sex, risking all the possible consequences.

“Just admit that you wanna fuck me raw,” you whisper in his ear, fingernails scratching his shoulders and back, probably leaving bright red marks on Felix’s skin.

He twitches inside of you.

“Admit that you wanna cum inside me,” you stick your fingernails in the soft flesh of his ass. “That you wanna fill me up and make me a mommy.”

“Babe, don’t— don’t say such things,” he pants on top of you.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I won’t last if you do.”

You smirk. Bingo.

“I’ll let you, Felix,” you whine. “I’ll let you fuck me raw and I’ll let you cum inside. You can knock me up and make me a mommy, babe. Everyone will know I’m yours and—”

“Fuck—” he gasps, hips snapping faster. “Y-You want that? You really want all that with me?” He grunts in your ear with his deep voice before biting down on your neck.

You know he’s getting close despite it being only minutes since you started fucking. Honestly, though, you’re impressed he still has enough energy left in his body system.

“Take it off,” you blurt out without thinking, biting on his shoulder, “take the condom off, Felix,” you pull him by the messy ponytail and he grunts.

“What?” He slows down his thrusts. “Are you serious?”

“Hmm, I wanna feel it. Wanna fill your cum leak out of me, babe…” you suck a pink mark on his neck.

“Fuck— shit!”

Felix cums. Inside the condom, thankfully, since he hadn’t had the time to take it off. In a couple of minutes, after he’ll make you cum with his mouth and fingers and he’ll have you squirting all over his face and bedsheets, you’ll be thankful he didn’t take you seriously. You blurt out the weirdest shit when horny and desperate to cum, and maybe this is a kink you both have.

“I’m sorry I came super fast. It’s just— you took the dirty talk to a whole new level, babe,” he nuzzles your cheek, embarrassed about his performance.

You giggle, holding him closer. “I know, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was saying… but I was right,” you smirk, “you do have a breeding kink.”

Felix hides his face in your neck, red in the face.

You leave soft kisses on the top of his head, toying with the ends of his hair.

“Yah! You do too…” he mumbles, feeling shy all of a sudden.

You stay like this for a few minutes, before you tap on his shoulder gently.

“Felix?”

“Hm?” He nuzzles your neck.

“I’m still horny…”

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