EoO - Bad Bunny = 365partygirl felix has one night stand with hot unnamed sex god

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If you told Felix she'd get the best head of her life from a random guy she was dancing on for hours at the club last night on a random Thursday, she wouldn't have believed it.

He ate her out until she came three times, fingered her until her legs practically when numb, in the middle of his mattress. It was on her first night in town, and she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to text Minho before she passed out the night before.

Even with the variety of cocktails she threw back, she didn't wake up with a ragin headache, just a dull ache between her hips and a tenderness in the backs of her thighs from where he pushed her knees to her elbows. Also, the dancing—the dancing in her heels did not make things any easier for her back and her knees. Her face is flushed thinking of all the ways this guy stretched her into positions she didn't even know she was capable of reaching.

"Oh, you're up."

Felix pushes herself up onto her elbows, the neckline of an oversized tee slipping off her shoulder, and she turns hre attention to the bedroom door.

God, she can't remember his name, but one look at his slender fingers wrapped around the doorpost knocks at the phantom memories of them inside of her last night—she can recall the way they slipped in and out of her around the most embarrassing sounds ricocheting off the walls of the room. He's even more handsome than she remembered—high cheekbones slicing through the morning light, yet the soft corners of his smile framed by dimples.

Felix nods, a bit bashful with her ankles crossed, and she feels even more naked under the daylight peaking through the blinds.

"I...I can make you something to eat?"

His voice is deep, still a little rough with sleep. He looks like he just came in from a workout—a run, maybe? A bit of sweat on his hairline, a dark patch on his chest. She can smell him from here—it's much different from the the sex clinging to her skin, and she doesn't mind it.

"I'd like that," she admits, blinking the last bits of sleep from her eyes. She's glad she can't find a mirror in the room, is sure she must look insane, but the stranger seems sweet enough to not care.

"I—I'll meet you in the kitchen," he stammers, an endearing lips cutting through some of the words. "But—uh–" he makes a beeline to his wardrobe, plucking a baby pink cardigan from a hanger and tossing it onto the bed next to Felix's knee.

Felix reaches for it, the soft fibres brushing the side of her thigh. She tilts her head to the side.

"It's cold out today," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It feels perfect inside this room, the floors heated just right. "And, uh, you—you can keep it. It doesn't fit me anymore."

Felix holds it up, sees the embroidered golden butterfly over one breast. It's cute, but it sticks out like a sore thumb from everything else she caught a glimpse of in there—mostly muted greys, browns, and beige. Khaki cargos and forest green sweaters. His shoulders and chest are so broad—there's no way he could even fit a single arm in here. It makes Felix a little faint thinking about him trying to stuff himself in it for her, getting to see his muscles bulge through the fabric.

"A perfect souvenir," Felix says, holding it to her chest, and gives the shy boy a wink.

His face turns pinker than the sweater, and he turns on his heel to head for the kitchen.

This was such a lovely surprise to open up my box to; thank you, anon <3 I've honestly been sitting on this for days thinking about this very seriously...bear with me as this may or may not answer your question:

In the timeline of the universe, they've been dating for almost two? years, which is really serious for both of them.

So, Felix invites Jisung to spend Christmas Eve with her and her family. Christmas Day is definitely a day for families to have the day off, relax, exchange presents, etc. But Felix explains Christmas Eve is almost as important than any other part of Christmas—she and her parents get dressed up, have a late, elaborate seafood dinner, then stay up and head tout o the church for Midnight Mass.

Jisung's intrigued—it's the first time he's going to meet Felix's parents, too. So she makes sure he wears a suit (which Jisung has to borrow one from his dad, and his mom says he really should have one of his own at his age!), and Jisung makes sure he brings a nice bottle of wine (imported from France!), his hair is combed away from his face, and he genuinely has to make sure his heart stays where it needs to be, not in his throat or trying to crawl out of his ass.

Felix's family is so kind—her sister and her family are there for dinner, too, but only the four of them head over to Midnight Mass. Her sister went earlier for the children's mass, which they heard all about, and the kids loved getting to see the animals around the manger outside.

The closer it gets to mass, the more nervous Jisung gets, because he has no idea what to expect—and his gift is also burning a little hole in his pocket. He had Jeongin bring back a little bit of Holy Water from his retreat to St. Peter's, and he also got her a bracelet she'd been eyeing at a kiosk in the mall from a couple months ago—he hopes she still wants it.

Mass is interesting—Jisung never thought he'd see a church packed, full of people wall-to-wall, in the middle of the night. The way the lighting illuminated the space within, the night sky painting the windows in black, the altars looking even more divine with the electric candles flickering up the marble pillars. Jisung's honestly a little tired from the three glasses of wine, and Felix smells so, so good in the new perfume he got her for her birthday this year, but when the service starts, his drowsiness escapes him— between all of the standing, the sitting, the kneeling, the singing, the listening....He has no idea what to do, but he follows Felix's lead, awkwardly waving his hand across his face each time he sees everyone else do it, a beat behind.

The funniest part is catching Felix's dad nod off near the end, when the Father is chanting an endless list of names in prayer. Felix's mom pokes him to keep him awake, while Felix has to stifle her own giggles. And when it's all over, they run into other parishioners—family friends Felix has known since she was a little girl, and them commenting how beautiful she is, and he sees how proud Felix is to introduce Jisung to them. And in that moment, Jisung feels a warmth in the pit of his stomach—less a fear, and more of an assurance, that he feels just as proud to be her boyfriend, too. That coming to see how she spends this holiday with her parents, in the place she's spent so much of her life being raised in....that's like, so crazy.

And then they get home, they offer Jisung the couch, but he insists he's okay and calls a car home, insists he needs to help his cousin with elf duties, and promises to call Felix tomorrow when they're ready to open gifts. He has to bite his tongue and just sleep on how special it was for Felix to share this night with him, though—that this was a gift in and of itself, not just the neatly wrapped boxes she shoves in his arms on his way out.

the thing about this question is that it's not catholicism itself that is horny, it's the perversion of doctrine that provokes the horn, ja feel? like. walk with me:

it's not a priest that makes catholicism horny, it's the fact there is a person who has made a commitment and devotion to serving their community as a vessel for the teachings of jesus, and there is a wide assumption that priests being sexually active and having a wife and children to come home, they must declare celibacy in order to serve their clerical duties without distraction. the temptation being accepted or forced upon them is delicious.

plus, like, the belief in demonic energy, while entirely terrifying...that aligns well with the whole thin line between fear/arousal and all that.

people love to make uniforms horny, too. there is something about someone having their identifiable occupation that becomes a fetish for people. i don't think that's remotely the horniest thing there is to it.

idk. doing something you shouldn't always feels naughty, it's just catholicism has some fucking gorge aesthetics and symbolism and whatnot to incorporate into a horny situation.

okay considering i lost my initial response to this lemme try it AGAIN....so, piss,,
addt'l cw for: alcohol, binge drinking, reckless/destructive behaviour

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chan doesn't drink often, but when he does, he certainly doesn't hold back.

minho knows when chan allows himself to get like this, he doesn't stay on his best behaviour. minho watched him tonight—swigging anything anyone would hand to him and nursing a neat drink in the other hand. minho kept to one glass of wine; it was enough to have his muscles limber to keep chan upright enough to put one foot in front of the other and into the bathroom.

"chan-ah, please stay still," he pleads, even if it's useless. he's a pillar, his nimble hands peeling chan's fly down, fishing out chan's soft cock to help him aim (mostly) into the bowl. he wraps his other hand around chan's back, hand settling onto his hip to steady the teetering.

chan gets especially handsy like this, his cheek rubbing against minho's shoulder like a pet eager for attention. his hands roam across minho's chest as his stream flows, his hands miraculously setting a trail of fire on minho's skin under his clothes. chan better not be getting any of his makeup on minho's jacket.

chan babbles sighs of relief, his hiccups coloured with bourbon. the smell nearly makes minho recoil—he's not used to this sweetness on chan.

"never ends," chan mumbles, sways forward, and minho feels the muscles in his abdomen tighten to push another hard burst into the bowl. "i'm sorry. ah, god—i'm sorry, minho."

it splashes off the surface, freckling onto the seat minho couldn't lift. he's so sorry, mina. he'll do the best he can to clean chan's mess, if he can keep chan upright long enough.

"it's okay." it's not, but minho is gentle with him—it's the only option. you don't nurture a wildfire with gasoline.

for now, he chooses the least resistance. the easiest way to keep chan pacified in this state. he'll pry an explanation for all of this out of chan tomorrow.

he slides his hand up chan's flank, pulling him tighter against him. stabilizing him, shaking the final drops from the tip.

"just let hyung take care of you."