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Chan knows he hasn’t misplaced the vibrator he just bought, and especially not in his best friend’s house. He’s careful about storing the remote and the toy together, stuffed at the bottom of the underwear drawer in the room Minho’s mother made up for him. He doesn’t know how a vibrator just disappears, especially when he hasn’t taken it out since moving in.

Or, he has some idea of where it’s gone. If the way that Felix is walking weirdly is anything to go by, or the furtive glances she sends Chan’s way. 

Chan lets it happen for a bit. He watches, when he wakes up in the middle of the night and heads downstairs for a glass of water, as Felix squirms in her seat at the table, a forgotten cup of coffee in her hands. The way her hands shake when she’s adjusting her skirt, giving Chan a quick look that she thinks he doesn’t notice.

More often than not, he’s had to resort to quick hand jobs in the shower, muffling his moans of Felix’s name into his arm when he cums with her face at the forefront of his mind, the thought of her pussy warming his vibrator. And still, it doesn’t satiate the burning desire that sits deep in his gut, the need to see the older woman ruined by his hands.

He’s partly grateful that Minho’s dad isn’t in the picture; sure, he’d seen firsthand how the divorce had affected his best friend, and has always felt bad for Felix’s lack of companionship over the years, especially when she’s never looked as beautiful as she does now. But he sees how she thrives taking care of Chan and Minho; it gives her something to do, people to talk to. It makes Chan partially grateful that his landlord had bailed on him and forced him to move out of his apartment.

He’s grateful that nothing stands in the way between him and Felix. Maybe Minho, but Chan thinks he’s always hinted at a relationship between them as they got older. And so he tests the waters.

Dinner is never a particularly quiet affair. Minho is loud and boisterous when he’s usually calm and nonchalant, teasing his boyfriend Jisung endlessly. Jisung is just as loud, Felix watches her son fall in love, and Chan… 

Chan watches Felix.

The remote is in his pocket, the first time he’s considered using it since Felix suggested he move into their house, just until he gets back on his feet.

Chan watches Felix as he turns on the vibrator to the lowest setting, sees her breath hitching and the way she grabs the table in an effort to compose herself. Barely a few seconds, neither Minho nor Jisung notice, but Chan can’t tear his gaze away from her. He watches her puff out a small exhale and then she nods to herself, making her way around the table.

“Chan-ah, would you like more rice?” she asks sweetly, not directly looking at him.

Chan looks up at her, flashes a knowing smile. “I’m good, but thank you. I would like some more kimchi, though.”

The kimchi is on Chan’s right, where Felix would have to reach over him. She gives him a look as if to say ‘are you serious?’ to which Chan nods subtly, taking his hands off the table. In his pocket, he plays with the remote, turning the vibrator off. It’s only when Felix finally reaches across him, giving him the perfect view down the front of her dress, that he turns it on again. 

Felix audibly gasps and instinctively reaches out to take hold of Chan’s arm, catching Minho’s attention.

“Eomma, are you alright?” He glances between Felix and Chan, who gives his best friend an innocent smile and scoops some rice up with his chopsticks.

Felix nods, giving Chan a half-hearted glare as she puts a heap of kimchi in his bowl. “I’m fine, honey. You boys eat your food.”

“You should eat too, Miss Lee,” Chan nods. And Felix is smart enough to recognise the tone in his voice, that this is a request from Chan. 

She obliges with a silent nod and takes her place at the other end of the table, and Chan turns the vibrator off again, watching Felix let out a sigh of relief. She looks up at him, as if to say thank you, and then stares back down at her food. 

“So, Miss Lee…” he starts, catching her attention again.

“Felix. Call me Felix, Chan-ah,” she says with a strained smile. Chan knows to call her Felix, but likes hearing her say it over and over. 

“Felix,” he nods. “Minho says you’re starting up an online business? How’s that going?”

As she speaks, Chan decides to play with her a little more. Minho and Jisung are distracted with each other, and so neither of them notice the whimper Felix muffles by clamping a hand over her mouth when Chan turns the vibrator on several levels higher. 

“Fu—” she gasps, but Chan shakes his head, his gaze hard and cold. Don’t let them catch on. 

So maybe he’s having way too much fun with this. He continues to tease Felix by switching between different levels, the drastic changes between high and low making it particularly hard for her to keep her composure. But she manages to get through it, and through the rest of dinner, until they’re done and Minho gets up to clear the dishes.

“Ah, you guys go up. I’ll help your mom, yeah? It’s only fair as a houseguest,” Chan smiles. Minho starts to object but then Jisung is wrapping his arms around his body, and he forgets about being a good son and a better host to be led away upstairs.

And then he’s left alone with Felix, who heads off into the kitchen without another word. Chan follows her, hands full with dirtied dishes, and places them into the sink where Felix is standing. 

For a while, he just watches her — elbow deep in soapy water, she doesn’t notice how the back of her skirt has ridden up, giving Chan a perfect view of her tanned thighs pressed together. He steps closer and notices how they’re trembling, even though the vibrator is completely turned off.

“Felix,” he murmurs. She doesn’t turn around, but freezes in place.

“I didn’t—”

“Ah, ah. Finish doing the dishes,” he tells her, tone soft yet commanding. Felix listens, but Chan can see how tight her grip on the dishes are. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

He takes the remote out, admiring the number of intensities built into the toy; ten, to be exact. He wonders how high he could go, and for how long, to make Felix cum untouched.

“I… I didn't think,” Felix stutters, finishing her words on a gasp when Chan immediately turns the vibrator up to a 5. “Wasn’t th… thinking.”

“Mm, no, you clearly weren’t. Just desperate to get stuffed with something, yeah? If I lift this pretty skirt of yours, d’you think I’ll find you dripping around my vibrator?”

Felix nods quickly, dipping her head when Chan turns it up another level. “Chan-ah, please. Oh God, I— fuck, it’s too much. You’ve been t-teasing me all night, it’s—”

“I considered doing this earlier,” Chan interrupts, “soon as I realised it was missing. I know it wouldn’t have been Minho, definitely not Jisung. So that only left you, and from what I could recall, you’d done everybody’s laundry in one day not too long ago. I remember walking past the laundry room, found you on your hands and knees in a tiny skirt with no panties on. Fuck, I almost bent you over and fucked you against the washing machine there and then,” he groans.

“Y-You should have. Why wait?” Felix whimpers. “Chan, please, I’m so… I’ve been so sensitive all night, just need…”

“What you need is to be taught that your actions have consequences,” Chan grits, stepping closer. “It’s only right, if you’re taking my vibrator without asking. I mean, you must have been asking for this to happen — leaving the remote for me to find? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to whore yourself out for me, Felix.”

He’s a yard or so behind her, close enough to reach out and touch but not enough for Felix to lean back into him. She whines frustratedly but goes back to cleaning the dishes, trembling thighs clamped together. When Chan trails a finger along the crevice, she flinches with a surprised moan, tries to clamp her legs around his hand. 

“Chan,” she begs, doubling over the sink.

“Shut the fuck up. Are you trying to make sure Minho finds us like this? What do you think he’d say if he found his mother acting like a desperate bitch in heat for a man half her age, his best friend of all people? Legs apart,” he barks, kicking them open with a foot jammed between. 

He reaches down and cups his hand around her sopping pussy, turning the vibrator up to an 8 and feeling how she spasms from the relentless stimulation. It only gets worse when Chan’s hand is on her, because she’s grinding down against him, failing at each attempt to muffle her moans into her bottom lip.

“Again with the no panties,” Chan muses. “Look at the way you’re dripping all over my hand, you must be aching for it. Just need a cock stuffing this cunt full, huh?” 

He ghosts his thumb over her clit without applying any meaningful pressure. Felix whimpers, trying to chase the feeling. The dishes in the sink have been long forgotten, and even Chan has stopped caring about them. He’s got Felix shaking and near-sobbing on his hand, the vibrator now turned all the way up, and no amount of teasing could be better than this. 

“Chan-ah, it’s. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby, please. Don’t tease anymore, j-just… just need you to touch. Please, baby, need it,” Felix pants. “Haven’t felt this good in years, you— you’re the first. Since Min’s dad, you, s’only been you.”

“Bet nobody’s made you feel this good, huh? Had you so wet I could just slide my entire hand in. Nobody but me, yeah?” Chan laughs cockily. 

“Yes, yes. S’only you, nobody makes me feel this good. Nobody, Chan-ah,” Felix cries, a pained noise leaving her when Chan teases at her entrance.

He finally pushes two fingers in alongside the vibrator, hand on her lower stomach, and Felix practically blacks out as her orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Chan is quick to quiet her yell before they’re truly about to get caught, keeping her standing with an arm around her when her legs buckle. 

“Channie. Fuck, I’m not. I don’t…”

“Shh, you don’t need to say anything,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to her temple. He turns the vibrator off but doesn’t take it out just yet, allowing Felix to come down from her high without being pushed too far into overstimulation. “Just let it pass, yeah? I know that was kind of intense, and I should have at least asked before—”

It’s Felix’s turn now to reassure Chan, and she turns to place a hand on his chest with a gentle smile. “Chan-ah. We’re both adults here, yeah? Me… doing this,” she says with a blush, “Is my way of saying I was okay with it. I am okay with it. I underestimated how hot you would be when you’re cocky, though.”

Chan lets out an exhale he didn’t realise he was holding and laughs, dropping his head to rest it on Felix’s shoulder. “Do you think Minho would be mad if this happened? Like, you and me. I’m insanely attracted to you, Felix, and I… I want this to be a thing. If you do too, that is.”

“Even if he isn’t, he’ll just have to live with it,” Felix grins. “There’s no way I’m letting you go now.”