Pairing: Hyunjin & Felix
Genre: Non-Idol AU
!!TW!! : pinning, non-con drawing (is that a thing? I have no fucking clue), sexual fantasies, sexy drawings, mentioned doujinshis, sexual tension, graphic sexual content, sex toy, shibari
(requested by @Rrre)
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It started off innocently enough.
For about a year, now, Hyunjin had made a habit of drawing strangers. In the subway station, in the library, on campus, in a café, in the park – whenever inspiration struck, he'd have a drawing pad and a few pencils at the ready, and he could lost himself to his work for hours on end without even noticing. He had hundreds of sketches of random people he'd only seen or met once, people he didn't know the names or stories of, so he often liked to create those whenever he was bored. And, through creating these little snippets of stories and personalities alike, Hyunjin eventually developed a passion for another type of art entirely.
It almost felt like he'd begun living a double-life. In one, he was an artist with one of the biggest pages on Instagram, where he posted all of his more regular works like paintings, for example. In the other, he was an anonymous doujinshi artist who had gained another type of audience entirely, but who was just as popular, if not more.
(Only Hyunjin's best friend, Seungmin, knew about this second life of his, however, and that was because he'd accidentally stumbled upon one of his sketches.)
Usually, however, Hyunjin was careful – he tried not to draw people that remotely resembled anyone he personally knew or who he had to see often, like classmates or coworkers, because accidentally drawing those people in rather... provocative positions, let's say, created quite the awkward mental image, and it would simply be too weird.
Or at least, that's what he thought until he met a certain Lee Felix.
Lee Felix was his brand-new roommate fresh from Australia, majoring in the same Arts department with sculpting. He was cheerful and kind, loved baking sweets, and his deep laugh was the most beautiful melody Hyunjin had ever heard. He was also incredibly beautiful, as if the sheer brightness of his personality wasn't enough, so it didn't take long for Hyunjin to fall head over heels for him.
Again, it started off innocently enough. Sometimes, when he was bored, he'd make some rough sketches of Felix. Be it when his roommate was baking brownies, or when he was laughing at a dumb cat video on YouTube, or... anytime, really. There wasn't a time Felix wasn't beautiful or didn't inspire Hyunjin.
Felix didn't mind, and he often jokingly posed for him, unaware of the butterflies he set off in Hyunjin's stomach with every smile of his.
However, Hyunjin's own heart and mind soon betrayed him. The innocent sketches began turning more... bold. Whenever he tried drawing his doujinshis, he'd accidentally draw Felix's face. And, before he knew it, he had an entire drawing pad filled with sketches of his roommate in provocative positions and states.
Felix in a lacy set of lingerie.
Felix half-naked in front of a mirror.
Felix touching himself under his covers.
Felix as a catboy in heat.
Felix strapped down to a bed with a vibrator drilling his prostate.
Felix's beautiful freckles smeared with cum.
Felix's blissed-out expression post-orgasm.
Felix—
God dammit, groaned internally Hyunjin, slamming his drawing pad shut. This was the third one, now, completely filled with sketches of his roommate. Am I becoming obsessed or am I just really fucking horny?
It was probably a bit of both, really, but there was no way in hell he was ever going to act on those feelings. As inappropriate as his drawings were, he genuinely cared for Felix, and he would hate to lose the happiness he'd found with his fellow artist. Even if it meant keeping his blossoming love to himself...
Well, at least he had his fantasies to keep him company.
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Felix had always been told that he was cute and adorable, like a kitten or a chick. He liked to dress in pastel clothes and, whenever he wasn't stuck in his sculpting studio, he was wearing pretty skirts and soft, oversized tops. He enjoyed the aesthetic, and he knew he looked good in it, and being "cute" was basically the only thing people noticed about him, appearance-wise.
Not handsome or charming or elegant or hot – just cute.
He was okay with that, really! But he couldn't deny being... pleasantly surprised when, one day, he accidentally stumbled upon one of Hyunjin's drawing pads, which he'd forgotten in the kitchen earlier after leaving for class in a hurry. Felix hadn't meant to peek, but he was so curious...
Well, you know what they say about curiosity.
Pages upon pages of sketches of him.
Pages upon pages of sketches of him in an intimate way.
He was blushing all the way to the roots of his hair as he flipped through the drawings, embarrassed, and admittedly aroused at the same time. The drawings were not only beautiful and detailed, but also... well, breathtaking, really. It was the first time Felix felt wanted – he never thought he could be so sexy. It certainly did something good for his ego – even more so because he had had the biggest crush on Hyunjin since day one, so knowing the older at least wanted him that way was quite gratifying.
Maybe... he thought, biting his lip. Maybe he could use a live model...?
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Hyunjin didn't really know what was going on. For the past two weeks, Felix had become a lot more... touchy, with him. Now, the freckled boy had always been very open with skinship, and he was an absolutely cuddle bug – but, lately, it felt as if he was becoming more... bold, with his touches.
His hand would linger on Hyunjin's chest or thigh. His lips would brush against his neck or the shell of his ear. He'd lean in so close Hyunjin thought he was going to kiss him, and then pull away abruptly and act as if nothing happened. He'd also started giving little pecks to any inch of exposed skin he could reach whenever they cuddled together, and his little hands would curiously wander just under the edge of his shirt, just shy of actively groping him.
Hyunjin certainly wasn't complaining, but he was starting to wonder if there maybe was a little more to this abrupt change of pace. He didn't want to get his hopes up, though, so he refrained from reacting to it – with not little amount of control. He wanted to wait and see if he was just imagining things.
Or at least, that's what he told himself until that one particular morning.
"Felix..."
"Oh, good morning! Pancake?"
This was a cliché scene taken straight from a bad romance anime. Felix was at the stove, dressed only in a tight pair of boxers and a small, pastel pink apron that barely covered his chest, letting perky nipples peek out every now and then. Hyunjin gulped, his throat drying at the sight, and praying to every God he knew not to pop a boner there and then.
"Hyunjin?"
"Y- yeah, sure."
With a small hum, Felix was quick to serve him a plate, and Hyunjin gulped as the freckled boy literally swayed his hips the entire time in an enticing manner. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he bent over the counter in an attempt to reach the maple syrup, which was located on a shelf just a tad too high for him to reach.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Hyunjin got up and walked up to him. He couldn't think straight, his body acting on autopilot as he pressed his chest against Felix's exposed back, wrapping an arm around his small waist while his other reached up to grab the syrup from the shelf. A soft gasp escaped Felix, but he didn't pull away, merely turning around to face Hyunjin.
The two stayed there for a moment, closer than they'd ever been before, Hyunjin pressing him against the counter a little more as he leaned in a tad closer.
"... tell me I'm not reading this wrong," he finally dared to ask, his voice barely a whisper.
"You're not," breathed out Felix, licking his lower lip as he slowly brought his arms up to wrap them around Hyunjin's neck. "Was wondering when you'd finally get the hint."
Hyunjin scoffed a bit, his own hands falling on Felix's waist, and he had to refrain the urge to squeeze – the freckled boy felt so small in his arms, and it was making his size kink go absolutely feral.
"Hyunjin..." Felix leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing against Hyunjin's. "I saw your drawings of me..."
Hyunjin instantly froze, ice filling his veins. "Felix—"
"They're amazing," cut Felix, stars filling his eyes and pure awe drawn on his traits. "I never thought I could feel so wanted by someone... or that someone could make me feel so beautiful..."
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," admitted breathlessly Hyunjin, his heart thundering with anticipation. "The moment I've laid my eyes on you, I couldn't get you out of my mind... I- I like you a lot, Felix. A lot more than just a friend should."
Felix grinned at that. "Good. Because I want to be a lot more than just your friend."
Hyunjin couldn't help but grin at that and, with no further hesitation, he finally accepted Felix's eager invitation and closed the distance between their lips, kissing him with all of the want and love he'd been repressing for weeks, now. Felix answered in kind, moaning against his mouth as Hyunjin instinctively squeezed his waist.
Without thinking, Hyunjin picked him up and lifted him on the counter. Felix moaned again, closing his legs behind him to pull him as close as possible, and Hyunjin exhaled shakily as their crotches pressed together.
"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me," he groaned, abandoning Felix's lips to start mouthing at his neck. "You have no idea of what I want to do to you..."
Felix let out a breathless laugh, tilting his head to give him more room to work. "I think I might have a clue. How- how about we make a few of your drawings come to life, hm?"
For only answer, Hyunjin eagerly caught his lips into another, searing kiss.
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"You're so pretty, Lixie... so beautiful..."
Only a strangled gasp answered him, making him chuckle. He readjusted his position as he focused back on his drawing, a soft, whirring noise drowned out by the music they'd set up earlier. Felix's muffled moans pierced through from time to time, but Hyunjin was playing nice right now, though not for much longer.
Felix was strapped to the bed, his entire body tied up with beautiful red and black ropes that intertwined over his skin in intricate, elegant knots. On his back, with his hair beautifully splayed on the pillow underneath his head, and a ball gag strapped in place. His legs were tied in a way that forced him to display his ass, there was a metal bar attached between his knees that stopped him from closing his legs, and he couldn't move at all.
Completely at the mercy of the dildo that was being pushed in and out at a regular pace, hitting his prostate every single time.
With a small grin, Hyunjin picked up the controller next to him and, without warning, he amped up the speed of the dildo. Felix let out a choked moan, quickly becoming a whimpering mess as his orgasm began building up, and Hyunjin delightfully kept on drawing his beautiful expression down to the smallest detail.
When Felix came, Hyunjin merely accelerated the pace of the machine even more, making him cry out and shake with pleasure. His angel looked the most beautiful when he was at the peak of bliss, pushed beyond his limits by Hyunjin's tender care, unwounded at the seams until Hyunjin eventually put him back together.
Felix was without a doubt Hyunjin's greatest muse, and he would take great care of him.
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("You're absolutely nasty. I'll never be able to look at your roommate again."
"Shut up, Seungmin.")
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I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it wasn't a complicated request and I wanted to get straight to the point xD Also studies and work are killing me. I don't have as much free time as I used to, but I swear I'm trying my best!