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Don't you just love fake friends who you tell things in strictest confidence, only to discover they've told someone else. But they pretend they don't have any clue when the fall out of sharing this secret happens.
But hey, as long as your conscience is clean I guess?
little doodles i did based on that last post i made :3
[MV] Get Out - JYJ
LOOK AT THESE TWO IDIOTS ❤️
Source (x)
a/n: my comeback in the form of a disorganized half silly half poetic felix. thing. inspired by him looking divine enough to lick after walking the runway.
warnings: lix is a little mean and condescending, fem!reader
your lips are on his before he makes it through the door, a sweet smell from the roses crushed between the two of you erupting into the room. you’d been all but waiting at the door since he left for paris, too busy with work and life to take him up on his invitation to join him, though it hurt more than it should have to see him there without you.
“you looked so good, still do, oh my god,” you say against his lips, kisses complimenting every word.
“thank you, darling,” he pulls away to set the flowers down, and there’s so many. what were you even going to do with all of that? a problem for later, you decide, instead prioritizing entering his personal space once again.
you take his face in your hands, gentle as to not smear the careful swipes of makeup there - that would be a task for later. it seemed like he didn’t have the opportunity to change and shower before he came home to you, and in your head it had more to do with his desire to see you than the timing of his flight following the after party. you take in the browns brushed across his eyelids, the gentle flush of blush highlighting his cheekbone, the shininess of his eyes as he lets your eyes feast on the delicacy of his features. he’s dressed smartly in a crisp white button-up shirt and high-waisted black slacks that sat around his waist and curved perfectly around his ass. you brush one hand through his wavy, iridescent hair and it’s so feather soft that you can barely feel it passing through your fingers. specks of glitter fall out of it like angel dust and the urge to call him pretty passes through the forefront of your thoughts. you don’t think you will ever get tired of telling him how beautiful he is.
“never cut your hair again,” you demand, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling the strands between your fingertips. “you look like an angel, lix.”
“okay,” he grins, nuzzling his hand into your palm. “you might have to work it out with the stylists on that, though.”
“i’ll fight them with my bare hands,” you’re completely serious, and fondness takes over his features when he sees the sharpening of your brow and the set of your mouth. “if they bring a pair of scissors near you they’ll face my wrath.”
“down, baby,” he chuckles and removes your hands from his face, holding them in his and keeping you close. “let me get out of these clothes and i’ll let you tell me all about how you’re going to dismantle the stylist empire, alright?”
“no,” you whine, and you’re almost embarrassed at how needy you sound. you were desperate for him, sure, but you weren’t a child. “wanna stare at you forever. everyone else got you for so long, now you’re mine.”
“i’m yours,” he echoes, love and affection dripping off of his words like syrup. “but in five minutes, i’ll be yours but wearing a hoodie. how does that sound?”
“fine,” you relent, releasing him completely so he could scamper away at the chance he was given. he was smart like that.
five minutes, he had said. it took you about one and a half to lose patience and pad over to the bedroom. the door was open, all thoughts of privacy gone after you had reached the first year of your relationship.
you find him in his boxers, wiping his shoulders with a damp towel and you pounce, trapping him underneath you on the bed. your hips are lined up with his from where you’re straddling him and you can feel his cock jump with interest against your core.
“this is surprising,” he starts, and you have snark waiting on your tongue about how he should have expected this before he continues. “i thought you would have come in earlier, at least i had time to get undressed.”
“lix, you’re just so beautiful,” embarrassment rushes to your cheeks as you duck your head, ashamed and delighted at having your desperation for him verbalized like this. “can you blame me for wanting you?”
“of course not, darling,” he soothes you with fingertips to your forehead, brushing off tufts of hair that fall back into place right after. “i want you just as much.”
“good,” you grind down on him, savoring how he hisses at the contact. you get a moment of satisfaction before he switches, flipping the both of you over in one practiced move. you end up beneath him, your wrists pinned over your head and his thigh wedged between yours.
“but i think you may benefit from learning a bit of patience, hmm?” he ghosts his lips over your cheek, running the top of his nose against yours. his hands leave your hands to wander over your sides, running up the hem of your shirt and towards your breasts; you weren’t wearing a bra, so he had easy access to your nipples and he took full advantage of this.
the sensation isn’t enough, heat already pulsing in your core at just the look of him. you try to buck your hips up against his thigh but the angle is all off and you give up in frustration after a few attempts. you hated and loved when he got like this - teasing, controlling, edging on condescending. it was so unlike him in any other way that it sent sparks of excitement tingling up your spine.
“giving up so easily?” he smirks, and even that is soft around the edges in a confusingly adorable way. you never know what he wanted, and that made it even more fun. did he want you to act desperate or be patient?
you voiced as such, and he tutted and moved to get off of you with a shake of his head. his hands leave your shirt and you grasp for him, nails scrabbling against his bare chest and leaving lines of red in their wake. he pauses, leaning over you like a fallen deity and you almost falter, but the need to get one over on him wins over.
“if you don’t touch me, i’ll just do it myself,” you reach one of your hands towards your shorts, fully intending to go through with your word. it wasn’t much of a threat, but you knew it would work on him. or well, you hoped it would.
“but darling, i am touching you,” he moves his thigh, still flush between your legs and you jolt. of course he would get the angle right. “you’re this worked up and you haven’t even told me what you wanted from me yet.”
“you know what i want,” you mumble, fire rushing to your cheeks again at having been outsmarted by him again. you should be used to this by now, but it ignites feelings inside of you as if they were the first time you were experiencing them, time and time again.
“i want to hear you say it,” he purrs, falling back against you and pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “i want to hear how badly you want me. i want to know what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself while i was gone.”
you want to deny his words, want to tell him that you didn’t think of him at all, but you knew he would see right through you. you loved him with every aching beat of your swollen heart, you couldn’t deny anything even if it was just to keep up the dynamic he had started.
“i thought of you inside of me,” he pinches your side and compliments it with a nip to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. not good enough, he says with his actions. “nothing else feels like you. i couldn’t finish without you- ah.”
your breath is pushed out of your chest as he begins to kiss down your neck, his lips finding every sensitive spot on your skin like he was tracing a line that he had drawn on you.
“t-thought about the first time we had sex, when i knew i wouldn’t fuck anyone else for the rest of my life,” you might have been laying it on a little thick, but you knew he would fall for it. he might have teased you for being possessive, but he returned every inch with a mile, even if he was better at hiding it. he groans against you, tightening the hold he had around your waist, and you knew you had him.
“flatterer,” he says, less of a tease and more of a statement. he rewards your efforts by slipping his hand into your shorts, rubbing at your pussy through your panties. you had a second to worry about the wetness that had been collecting there, but it fizzled out with the pressure of his fingertips.
“wanted you to be here, to keep me full all day,” you were babbling now, saying anything to keep him going. as slow as he was being, you had no doubt that he would walk away just to keep up the act he had put on tonight. he was stronger than you in that way, one step ahead just by sheer force of will. “was hearing your voice in my head, telling me how good i was, how good you felt.”
“my darling is always good,” he murmurs, pushing aside your panties to slide his fingers against your clit. you never understood how a man who couldn’t tell the difference between a fruit and a vegetable was such an expert in your anatomy, but you weren’t one to complain, at least not about that. “even when you’re being a brat, you’re good.”
too soon, he removes his fingers from your core, wiping them against your shorts and shushing you when you open your mouth in protest.
“i’m not going anywhere,” he assures, staying close as he kneels over you. “just let me get you undressed, unless you want to stay like that?”
“dick,” you narrow your eyes, “i’m not going to answer that.”
“do you want my dick or am i a dick?” he pauses his hands, shorts and panties halfway down your thigh from where he had pulled them and you huff out a laugh.
“you’re hilarious,” you deadpan, kicking your foot to urge him to keep going as you lift your shirt off to quicken the process. you needed his dick inside of you like, yesterday. preferably.
he pulls off his own briefs and they float to join yours on the floor and you can finally see his cock, half hard and pink and flushed and perfect.
god, everything about him was perfect.
you spread your legs a bit, smiling when his hungry eyes land on your pussy, now fully on display. you could see the fight in him fizzling out; for all his talk, he was apart from you for so long, and as strong of a man he was everyone had a weakness.
he crawls back over you, stroking himself until he’s fully hard and leaking. he braces himself with one hand by your head, the veins on his arm popping at the exertion of keeping himself held up, the other hand guiding his cock into your folds to swipe against the wetness that had built up there.
“c’mon, lix,” you turn your head to press a kiss to his wrist, the delicate flesh feeling fever hot against your lips, and you can feel him trembling. “i’ve unintentionally edged myself for days, take me.”
“what did i say about patience?” he grunts out, but there is no bite in his words and despite their implication he presses the head of his cock against your hole.
you can’t help but tense up in excitement, the one thing you’d been craving for several nights finally within your grasp. he ducks his head to kiss you, mumbling a relax, baby against your lips and at once your body melts into the mattress.
when he finally slides into you it’s like coming home, the feeling of two imperfect pieces slotting together to create a masterpiece. everything else in the world fades away and it’s just him, the feeling of him inside of you and on top of you, his face taking over your vision and his scent invading your nostrils like a drug.
on another day he might have spent hours taking you apart with his mouth, teasing you with his fingers in ghosted touches and playful dancing. on another day he may have prolonged the game, made you recite every single thing you wanted him to do to you before doing it. but today, he stays like this for a moment, buried inside of you and panting into your neck, savoring the feeling of your tight heat around his aching cock. when he starts moving it’s like fireworks are bursting beneath your eyelids, sparks shooting out every time he hits your spot.
you try to match his thrusts with your hips, lifting up to meet him halfway, but you end up exhausted after just a few moments. his movements were getting more intense, quicker and harder until he was fucking into you without abandon and you couldn’t keep up even if you wanted to. this is what you were waiting for, the wildness of his body and the sharp possessiveness glinting in his eyes, the teeth he bared before sinking them into your neck and the harsh grip he kept on your waist.
you both finish fast, but what else could one expect from two beings completely obsessed with each other? time was fickle in the face of the two of you together, every minute felt like an hour. and besides, now that he was home you could do this over and over.
he fucks you through your orgasm, whispering i love you’s and my darling’s into you as he follows you soon after. he ends up collapsing against you for a moment, and the breath you lose is worth you feeling his chest heaving with exerted breaths and the way he nuzzles into whatever patch of your skin he can find.
“lix,” you mutter out, totally spent even though this may have been the tamest sex the two of you have had in a long while.
“hmm?” he scootches over to the side and gathers you in his arms, holding you like you’re something precious.
“do you still want to teach me about patience?”
cam!smau [skz] - [s.c.]
insta posts : changbin (+ y/n, seungmin, jeongin, minho, chris, jisung)
[a fun little smau if stray kids + y/n were all camboys/camgirls!!]
more installments to come ! who would you want to see next?
other cam posts: jisung
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"Really?" Seungmin's gaze meets Changbin's only when the older of the two finally peeks up from his phone, lips immediately breaking into a smile. He thinks it's a bit funny to make a post about their filming session happening soon - and he wants to see who people bet on. "You do know I'm topping for this, right?"
"Just this film," Changbin hums out. "But afterwards," he wags his index finger at the younger man with a giggle, leaning in closer and biting into his lip. "Afterwards, you are aaaaaall mine."
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"Soooo, how'd it go?" You coo into your phone, tucking it between your cheek and shoulder as you pull on your jeans. Changbin giggles on the other end and takes in a heavy breath, apparently still recovering from whatever they had filmed.
He hums. "Pretty good. Innie thinks it's funny to try and fight back, though."
"I wasn't trying - I pinned you down at one point!" The voice is distant but loud, making you laugh in your full length mirror. "The only reason I let you take control is because that's what we agreed on!"
Changbin tucks the phone closer to his mouth as he whispers for only you to hear, still smiling bright. "I literally ruined his hole, just wait 'til you see the video."
Jeongin cries in the background. "Yah!"
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"What're you doing?" Bin turns in time to see the flash on your phone camera, watching you duck away in embarrassment and amusement. He follows, grinning along and wrapping his arms tight around your midsection. The pool stick pins between his bicep and forearm as he sways, holding onto you. "What was that?"
"Nothiiiiing,~" You drawl with a coo, letting him turn you in his hold. His forearms lace under your thighs and he hoists you up onto the pool table, the game already long forgotten as he catches sight of the photo taken on your phone.
"Ooh," He beams. "You like me that much y'gotta take photos of me for later?" His eyes meet yours and he tips his head to properly look at you, leaning in closer between your thighs. "Mmh, forget later. You can handle a round two, can't you?"
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"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Your words are mumbled in between chaste and wet kisses pressed to Changbin's lips. He's giggling the entire time, watching how eager you get to step into his apartment and meet the other. "You're the best - sharing with me like this. He's so pretty, you're so pretty - 'm gonna cum."
"Already?" His voice lilts in a teasing manner. Bin's hands find home on your hips, nudging his front door shut with his foot. He glances over to the man on the couch and you look as well, peering over your best friend's shoulder at Minho. You'd never met him before - but now you knew of him, he knew you from your online presence.
He wasn't someone who did cams very often, newer to the game but a close friend of Changbin. And about to be very close with you.
(Close enough to where in 20 minutes he's buried balls deep in your pussy while you ride him on Bin's poor couch that's seen a little too much - all while Binnie films the interaction from behind so Minho can see how good he looks on camera. And maybe to persuade him to film a little more often. He's too pretty to be hidden from the world's eyes.)
can i request fuckboy jisung? i see so much soft,sweet,subby sung and i just wanna read him being an asshole, fuckboy, toxic, etc. GN!Reader if you can?
OOH, sweetie ofc you can <3 also i included vernon from svt in this bc i've been getting into them lately and i needed a not-from-skz character in this lol
fuckboy!jisung who first finds out about you at an afterparty from some award show. he initially sees you with a friend of yours - vernon - and immediately thinks that because of the way you're both hanging on each other and drinking together, you're probably dating. And if you're honest, you wish you were.
fuckboy!jisung who, when he finds out that you AREN'T vernon's partner because of someone else in Seventeen telling him, is ecstatic. that means he can get his dick wet tonight. <3
fuckboy!jisung who lures you away to a more private corner of the venue down by the bathrooms so he can suck marks all over your throat and listen to your drunken giggles as you sink to your knees in front of him. you'll suck his cock and he'll fuck your throat, then send you on your merry way back to vernon.
fuckboy!jisung who doesn't think about you for nearly a month until he sees you at another award show afterparty.
fuckboy!jisung who goes all the way this time because he knows your mouth is worth it and invites you back to the 3racha dorm for proper sex. proper as in - a one night stand that he'll send you home immediately after.
fuckboy!jisung who fucks you so hard that you can barely stand when it's over. he'll have you facing him at first, but then he gets lost in your eyes and how pretty you look with your mouth open to let out all those desperate sounds, so he'll flip you over and pull your ass up while letting you choke and gasp in the sheets.
fuckboy!jisung who knows how to use his dick. knows what spots to hit, where to grind into, how to prod against your walls in all the right ways.
fuckboy!jisung who isn't some subby baby. he's going to lean down over your back while you wail in his bed and whisper the filthiest things in your ear. he'll pinch and tug at your nipples, mean and rough and aggressive with it, maybe even slap at your chest a little because he likes the way you cry out at the feeling.
fuckboy!jisung who leaves the backs of your thighs lightly bruised because of how hard he was smacking into them while hitting it from behind.
fuckboy!jisung who lets you stay the night.
fuckboy!jisung who wakes up to you beside him and once again just takes what he wants. he'll wake you up with a soft touch over your slit, slipping into your pussy with ease from the night before and chuckling when you stir and squirm because of it.
fuckboy!jisung who doesn't even spare you a glance as you leave the apartment, pussy dripping with his cum down the inside of your thighs under your skirt.
but fuckboy!jisung who wonders if he'll see you at the next afterparty. no - not wondering. he hopes he'll see you again.
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'TERFs are punk, we go against the grain' you are dickriding bioessentialism and using it to justify your transphobia, that is NOT going against the grain nor is it punk to be a bigot
