Waitwait Fingering Felix Or Vice Cerda While Gaming Mmm Obv Online Or With Friends Or Smth Just Having

wait…wait… fingering felix or vice cerda while gaming mmm 😋 obv online or with friends or smth 😳 just having to play it off while cumming wowie🫠

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and Happy New Year my friend<3

happy ny to you 🍄 anon! this is such a great thought… what about having him cockwarm your strap after 🤭

🏷️ sub!felix, pegging, cockwarming

“stay still, baby. you’ll get yourself killed if you keep messing up.” 

felix curses into his headset when one of his enemies almost takes him out. it’s a close call; he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, nearly getting sniped by another player. 

you’re right. he needs to focus or he’ll lose. 

pull yourself together, lix. 

he shifts in your lap and whimpers when his next shot misses its target by a landslide. 

“lix! what are you doing?! put your head in the game mate!” 

chan’s voice rings through the headphones. one earpiece covers felix’s ear and the other is pushed back so he can hear both you and his teammates. he mumbles a shaky apology in the mic and you notice how his voice sounds oddly high-pitched. which means his friends must hear it too. perfect. 

“concentrate.” you press a kiss on his nape. his fuzzy hoodie tickles your nose. “you don’t want them to find out what’s really going on, do you?” 

felix shakes his head. he’d been the one who’d insisted on this: begged for more than the gentle pressure of your fingers inside his tight hole. and you’d obliged. with only one drawback: he has to finish this round first. 

and win. 

for the past twenty minutes felix has been sitting in your lap with your strap snugly fitted between his walls. every movement, not matter how small, has the curved head pressing against his sensitive prostate.

it’s torture. felix wants nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck himself on the silicon dildo but all he can do is sit as still as possible and keep his eyes fixed on the screen. he can’t afford any missteps now. not when he’s risking losing more than just this stupid game. 

watching your boyfriend struggle to keep himself from mindlessly grinding down onto your lap fills you with amusement. he looks so pretty like this: all flushed and agitated like he might lose his composure soon. his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth to stop himself from revealing his plight to his friends. every muscle in his body screams out in desperation; from his tense shoulders to his leaking cock twitching in your hand. there’s so much precum it dribbles down your fingers. at this point he may be wetter than you are and you’re surprised he’s been able to stay this still. just like him you hope the round doesn’t last much longer. you can’t wait to see the outcome. 

“i think you want them to hear you,” you whisper for his ears only. “want your friends to know you can’t wait to get fucked. what if i tell them i’m going to bend you over this desk if you win, hm? fuck your needy hole until you’re begging me to stop because it feels too good?”

felix can’t prevent the sudden moan leaving his lips. fuck, you know him too well. his ears burn at the idea of chan and jisung listening to him getting ruined and reduced to a sniffling mess. 

he can’t help but wonder how his friends would react. would they cut off the audio and never bring it up again, too flustered about having overheard something so salacious? or would they enjoy it… their pants tightening as they picture themselves in felix’s position. or (and the next thought is almost enough to make him blow on the spot), in yours. 

chan’s fat cock drilling into him while jisung holds felix down until he can feel his best friend’s cum drip down his ass—

shit. he has to stop and fucking focus for once.

felix knows you’re loving every minute of this. it’s evident in the way you chuckle when he fidgets in your lap. you’re thriving off his distress and it only makes his cock ache more. you keep whispering filthy words into his ear, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else who could be hearing them. 

would you want them to overhear? fuck, he can’t go there, not now—

felix has no idea how he makes it through the next ten minutes, but as soon as the victory screen pops up he disconnects from the voice channel with only a short, clipped “bye!” to his teammates. his hands are shaking as he tries to catch his breath. he won. 

“congratulations, pup,” your voice is sweet like honey and his heart beats impossibly faster when you take off his headphones and grab hold of his stuttering hips. “you deserve your reward.”

[✖︎ sub!Lee Felix] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

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⇢ PAIRING. boyfriend!lix + femdom!reader

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WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, dom!reader, submissive felix, d/s play, fluff & various kinks

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | because which domme doesnt like cute angelic subs 💕 felix was requested plenty after i published a chan (soft sub) and lee know (hard sub) version lately, enjoy!

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— 12:59AM

jisung has his fingers wrapped around your neck, his arm draped across your stomach to hold onto you as he thrusts into you from behind. you’re laying entirely on him, your back against his chest. his lips right beside your ear, whispering the filthiest words that you can’t even bear to hear.

“horny bitch.” he spits, “can’t sleep without some dick?”

jisung never fails to make you cum. if anything, you’re the one begging for him to stop making you cum. waking him up in the middle of the night was definitely a bad idea. you were having a night out with your girlfriends and came home drunk, to find your boyfriend spread on the bed, sleeping innocently, you couldn’t help it. immediately throwing your handbag to the side as you take off your clothes, only leaving your bra and panties on.

you climbed onto the bed and pulled his sweatpants down. taking his soft cock into your mouth, while trying to make him hard, you brought your other hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. it didn’t take him long to get hard in his sleep, you quickly got up and positioned yourself over his length. one hand holding his base as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. the stretch felt so good, you tipped your head back, shutting your eyes, taking more of him, “haa.. ji-jisung..”

you let out a soft moan when you finally got his whole cock in, planting a palm on his chest. you started to ride him slowly, fondling your breast at the same time, biting on your bottom lip to suppress your whines.

you flinch when you felt warmth on your hips, you looked down at jisung, he was blinking confusedly up at you. “baby..?” he mumbles, voice coming out raspy and deep which made you clench around him, fuck he sounded so hot.

“i-im sorry ji—” you stutter, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

jisung hums, rubbing soft circles with his thumb on your hips,“nothing to be sorry about baby.. you were just too horny and had to fuck yourself on my cock while im sleeping hmm?”

you gasp at his words, riding him faster, trying to catch your high. jisung brings his thumb to your clit, flicking it. “f-fuck ‘m s-so close, dont stop— dont stop,” you chant his name like a mantra, jisung has his eyes pinned on you, watching your every expression.

“cum for me,” and that’s all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, legs going weak as jisung held onto you. he didn’t give you any time to rest and he’s already manhandling you to a new position. “my turn.”

—

“enough ji.. no more!” you scream when you feel him sink into you again for god knows how many times. you’re shaking under him, overstimulated and tired. you push at his chest weakly, hoping he’ll be nice enough to let you sleep now, after the multiple times he finished in you. your eyes flicks towards the bedside clock, 4:05AM.

“just one last round, promise.” jisung mumbles so softly you could barely hear him. you find yourself nodding at his words, believing that this will truly be the last round.

Tattoo Artist!Jisung

-Tattoo!Artist Changbin  

-Tattoo artist!Hyunjin

-Tattoo artist!Bangchan

-Tattoo artist!Felix

-Tattoo artist!Woojin

-Tattoo Artist Minho

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Warnings: Smut, nsfw.

-You’ve known Jisung for a couple years.

-His art covers a nice amount of your body.

-Your thighs, your ribs, your arms.

-So beautifully.

-It was during your long tattoo sessions where you got to know him for real.

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Maybe I’m crazy BUT all I hear is Chan…. It’s making me 🫠🫠

it does sound like him nsfwlink !

imagine him on tour , missing you , the way you feel around him , his cock getting hard just a the thought of him stuffed inside you , it's like he could hear your moans , bucking up into his hands.

chan is a dirty talker when he's fucking you , praising you , as he fucks into you , he doesn't really moan often let alone whine, but he couldn't help but let them out as he imagined you on top of him , riding his cock. his other hand traveling down his abs , just like you did , leaving little kisses on his pecs.

he couldn't cum without you, he needed you , he couldn't get off without you , but he didn't want to wake you , knowing the time difference.

he reached for his phone , opening up his gallery , clicking the folder of all the photos and videos he took of you , stroking his cock to the many photos he took of you during and after sex , listening to your moans as he pushed further towards his orgasm.

his abs flexed as the knot in his stomach began to tighten. "oh fu..fuck." he whined , he was about to cum. a few more tugs of his cock and he was cumming , moaning your name. "shit." he was still hard , his breathed throwing his head back.

he needed you , he needed to feel you.

hello - hard jisung thought/drabble below the cut because he never ever leaves my mind

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

to say that jisung invested a lot of time into perfecting this choreo would be an understatement - he’s invested all of his time in it. he clocked more hours in the practice room than ever before, leaving later than chan most nights. you only knew he was home by the weight of the bed shifting as he crawled into it at whatever godly hour he came home that night. most nights he would give you a swift kiss on your forehead, but some nights he was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

jisung was exhausted, but refused to stop. he had to get it right. it had to be perfect. not to impress anyone, not even for the shows they were about to perform. no, because he knew he was capable of nailing it, and he wouldn’t let himself mess it up.

by the evening of the first show, he felt confident. muscles were a bit achy, and he could feel the exhaustion in his biceps, but he was willing to accept the soreness if it meant he was successful.

and he was. his moves were brisk, lively. it looked like he was soaring across that stage. the song was coming to a close, and for the first time in six weeks, jisung let himself relax.

it was a mistake.

he didn’t stick the landing. to you, who had spent countless nights in the practice room when he didn’t want to be alone, you thought it was hardly noticeable. in fact, you wouldn’t have even known he messed up if not for the brief flash of pure anger on his face. if you didn’t notice it, there was no way anybody in the audience would know.

that didn’t matter to jisung. all the time he spent working his ass off on this was wasted. he could’ve spent that time working on music, or playing video games with his friends, or at home with you. all that time, all for nothing.

as soon as there was a break in the performance, jisung stormed backstage. he moved past changbin and hyunjin, who were trying to comfort him, and made his way into the empty dressing room.

there you sat, eyes on the unit performance currently happening on stage. jisung slammed the door and locked it.

“hey, ji-“

“shut up and take your pants off.”

you blinked, thrown off by his sudden command, but you had no time to question it. your hands had barely unbuttoned your jeans before jisung was shoving them down to your calves. he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands gripping the soft skin of your thighs with enough pressure to bruise them. he spread your legs as much as he could before he dove face first into your center.

nose pushed against your clit, no time was wasted as jisung ate you out. the movements of his tongue were harsh, roughly licking every part of you he could. when you moaned and grabbed handfuls of his hair, jisung pushed his face further into you, relentlessly tearing you apart with his tongue.

“fuck, jisung.” you cried, head falling back in pleasure. he was never one to rush oral, always wanting to savor the taste of you and the way your thighs felt against his ears. but today, he didn’t give a fuck. there was nothing he’s ever wanted more than your cum on his tongue.

jisung looked up at you, noting the way your chest rose up and down rapidly and the sweat that was rolling down your neck. fuck, you looked delicious like that. he would never tire of the way you fell apart for him.

“taste so fucking good.” his words muffled against your mound. “so good, and all fucking mine.”

“yes, yes. don’t stop.”

jisung pulled back, spitting on your soaked cunt. he waited until you looked down at him, locking eyes with you before he pushed the tip of his tongue against your clit. he flicked it up and down once. then again. then a third time.

“who’s pussy is this?” he asked, eyes boring into you. the frustration with himself mixed with the desire for you had you absolutely melting under his gaze, unable to answer.

jisung didn’t like when you didn’t answer.

“i said,” a hand left your thigh, slapping your clit. “who’s fucking pussy is this?”

“yours, yours, jisung. always all yours.” you cried, hands on his hair trying to pull him back into you. “just let me cum, please.”

he didn’t have time to listen to you beg. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking with a fervor you’ve never experienced from him. alternating between scraping his teeth against your sensitive bud and his tongue, he pushed you far over the edge, letting you fall head first into bliss.

you screamed his name as you came on his face. lips moved from your clit to your entrance, lapping up every last drop of you with a thirst that consumed every last nerve.

“fuck,” jisung said between licks. “you came so much for me baby. good fucking girl.”

jisung didn’t move from you center, you well past overstimulated, until changbin knocked on the door to give him a three minute warning.

he pulled away only to look at you, eyes dead serious as he said: “how many more times can you cum in three minutes?” before he dove back in.

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