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OOOOO KINKTOBER? overstimulation with hard dom!felix (skz) and a bratty reader pls😩🙏
cw: hard dom!Felix / bratty!reader; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender; reader has a vulva; reader described as having hair, wearing makeup; dacryphilia; teasing; cockwarming; fellatio; vaginal fingering; overstimulation; hints of exhibitionism; aftercare; subspace; Jisung makes an appearance over facetime~; hints of kind of a switchy dynamic? basically reader is a bit of a bully, and Felix likes to play doormat until they reach the end of their leash and then gets hard
wordcount: 1,779 words
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When you shoved Felix down to climb onto his lap and make out with him for the first time, you weren’t expecting him to be so mean.
You’re used to being able to do whatever you want, and you expect it to be the same with Felix—grinding down on his narrow hips as you drag his face to yours, his breath warm through parted lips, fingers flexing uncertainly at your waist. When you push your tongue into his mouth, he tastes like bubblegum and it makes you want to dig your teeth in.
You nip at his lip sharply, and you aren’t ready for the hand that tangles in your hair, for the sudden stinging of your scalp as he tugs you away from him, dragging a startled yelp from you.
His lower lip is puffy and red, a little shiny from your lip gloss, and you can’t resist the urge to press your finger against it meanly. The impulse earns you a sharp smack to your thigh and an incredulous little smile from Felix. It makes your stomach flip, makes you want to go limp and soft in his hold, makes you want to bite him again just to see what happens.
You’re used to being able to do whatever you want, but you’re not sure that you mind when Felix doesn’t let you.
“You can use the front door, you know.” Felix doesn’t move from his bed as you scrabble through his window to fall onto the floor of his room with a soft thump. You resist the urge to point out that he could help you; the idea that you might want him to be anything approaching ‘gentlemanly’ would be laughable.
“It’s more fun this way.” You brush him off with a shrug, then add, “Besides, it’s not like our moms need to know we’re—you know…”
Felix rolls his eyes, but also rolls onto his back as you clamber onto his bed, letting you climb on top of him with a giggle. He’s so pretty underneath you, his hips look so slim tucked between your thighs and the kittenish curl of his mouth is so sweet and tempting, and you can’t resist the urge to roll your hips against his, to tangle your hands in his hair and kiss him like you could devour him whole if you tried hard enough.
You sneak your hands under his oversized sweater and he lets you, sighing as your hands roam over smooth, warm skin. You just can’t resist the urge to test and push, though; you rake your nails down his chest like a cat taking a playful little swipe, and his response is immediate and satisfying—fingers twisting in your hair, your lips parting with the wet, sticky sound of saliva and lip gloss as pain sparks like fireworks along your scalp.
He always looks so hot when he’s knocked the floor out from under you, you think dazedly—his gaze narrowed and dark, cheeks flushed under the constellations of his freckles, eyebrow raised questioningly.
“You’re such a brat, sometimes.”
You can’t hold back a bubble of laughter at his words; ‘sometimes’ is such a generous lie, and from the way his eyes sparkle, you know he’s thinking the same thing you are.
Felix arranges the two of you on his bed without ever loosening his hold on your hair. When he’s satisfied, he’s sitting up with his back against the wall, you curled up alongside his thigh with your head pillowed on his lap. The hold he has on your hair eases up, fingers rubbing soothing little circles along your scalp as his free hand reaches up to cup your face, to brush his thumb across your lower lip teasingly.
He slides two fingers into your mouth, the weight of his fingers on your tongue making your jaw go slack, until his fingers are bumping against the back of your throat, forcing tears to well up in your eyes as you gag around his fingers. The stretch of your lips around his fingers, the seizing of your throat, the spit collecting in your mouth and dripping down your cheeks and chin—it all comes together to make you hot and needy, humiliation and arousal burning your body up and turning any thoughts you might’ve had to ash.
Slowly, carefully, he fingerfucks your mouth, until drool has your lip gloss smeared around your mouth, until your tears smudge your eye makeup and weight your mascara-coated lashes down. Felix loves it when your makeup smears beyond fixing, loves that you’ll let him make a mess of you. Most of all, though, he loves that you’ll let him.
Once your makeup is thoroughly ruined, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping his hand off on his sweater as you wrinkle your nose in distaste. He ignores your grimace in favor of petting your hair and pressing a giggly little kiss to your nose, reaching down to spread your legs and dip a hand into your underwear. His free hand pulls his phone out and the room is filled with the background music from his latest favorite game as he begins to play with your pussy.
You’re so wet for him already, lips plush and warm with arousal as he slides his fingers between them. He doesn’t even bother to finger your, just runs his fingers along your folds slowly and teasingly. Occasionally the pattern breaks when he pauses at your clit, circling and tapping it in time to his game. As he continues to toy with you, your whole body seems to narrow down to the needy, pulsing core between your legs, muscles trying to clench down around nothing as you’re strung out on pleasure.
Then the sound of his game is interrupted by a blaring ringtone, and if it weren’t for his arm resting on your shoulder, you’d have bolted upright, the steady haze of pleasure that had consumed you neatly broken in just a moment.
“it’s just Jisung,” Felix says casually, as if that’s supposed to reassure you while he’s answering his phone with his hand still down your underwear. You can’t help but squirm in his lap, anxiety peaking as you realize that it’s a video call, but your nerves settle as he pulls his hand out of your underwear.
You don’t get to enjoy your relief for long, though—his free hand immediately moves to pull his cock out, and then his hand is tangled in your hair again, pushing your head down. Your heart is pounding in your ears, but you let him guide you into wrapping your lips around his half-hard length. His cock is fat and hot on your tongue, the salty tang of sweat and skin filling your mouth, and the sensation makes your thoughts go airy with want.
With your mouth occupied by his cock, he reaches back down to keep playing with you, chatting with Jisung as if he doesn’t have you spread out on his bed like a broken little doll. Your anxiety slowly smooths away under the weight of his cock on your tongue, under his fingers running along your folds—all you have to do is float along on the maddening currents of Felix’s teasing.
You aren’t expecting him to slide his fingers inside of you, one, then soon after a second—you’re so wet, your cunt practically swallows them up as he eases into you. He fucks his fingers into you with firm, steady strokes, curling into you as deeply as he can until he finds the spot that makes you splutter and whine around his cock. Once he catches your reaction, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he starts working against that spot with relentless precision, until pleasure is throbbing through you in steady, suffocating waves, until your thighs are clamped around his wrist and you’re whimpering around his cock.
Your orgasm hits you like an oncoming train, brutal and blunt as it sends shudders through your body, tears welling up in your eyes as Felix fucks you steadily through it. You don’t even realize that you’re whining around his cock until you hear your name, look up through tear-filled eyes to see him smirking down at you before he looks back up to his camera.
“I told you I had someone over.”
You try to choke back your whimpers as you remember that Jisung is still on the line, but you can’t when Felix is sliding a third finger inside of you, when he’s working at turning the aftershocks of your first orgasm into a second with a merciless focus. The burn of embarrassment only makes it more intense when you cum, muscles fluttering desperately around Felix’s fingers, choking and drooling around the stiff length nudging the back of your throat.
“Do you want to see Jisung?” he asks you, voice low and sweet, as though you aren’t a ruined mess in his lap, as though he’d flip his camera and Jisung wouldn’t see him fucking your tear-stained face. The way your eyes go wide and panicky has him him huffing with laughter, the motions of his fingers inside of your quickening to a punishing pace. You’re so wet now that it doesn’t even matter that you can’t swallow down your noises—the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you is so obscenely clear that you know Jisung can hear it even over the phone.
“Maybe not today,” he says, turning back to the camera with a bright grin, and it’s a little like a wave crashing over you, a little like drowning, as you cum so hard that your vision goes spotty and your lungs burn with desperation.
Things get a little fuzzy after your third orgasm.
You know at some point Felix hangs up, you know he leaves for a little while and you’re—cold and irritated and definitely not sad, but you also know he comes back. You shy away from something damp and warm running along your thighs, but then you’re being bundled up, dry and warm and snug as a burrito. Your eyes are heavy, fluttering shut as Felix cups your face in his hand, wiping the makeup from your face with more delicacy than you ever bother with yourself.
It’s funny, you think, that he has the exact makeup remover you use. You recognize the scent. The familiarity just makes it that much easier to drift off.
You’re not sure how you got here, letting a boy who looks like sunbeams and dandelion fluff take you apart while his friend listens in, but you can’t say you hate it.
Maybe you like your boys a little mean.
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