#Lee yongbok

[skzjiiiii]

Boyfriend Stories | Lee Felix ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

genre: fluff! idol felix x reader, instagram stories of you and your boyfriend Felix

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

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BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. MamaBear Collection.

Summary: Sometimes you're the one who needs to be comforted.

You always did everything you could to keep the boys happy. Their happiness was important to you. Whenever one of them was upset or their mood was down, you always did your best to comfort them, to dry their tears, put a smile on their face and make sure they felt safe. You did this both privately and publicly. It just added to your ‘Mama Bear’ persona. Though, could anyone call it a persona when it was just you being you?

But of course, like every other person in this world, you had your bad days too. Days when getting out of bed felt harder than climbing a mountain. When smiling felt so out of reach. You had days when you were surrounded by people but felt lonely the entire time. There were days when you’d just burst into tears. Sometimes you didn’t even know why you were crying; it was happening, and it was needed. There were days when you were dance moves wouldn’t stick, when your verses felt like a jumbled mess, and cooking seemed like an impossibility. There were times when your anger took over everything or when your silence became a worry.

You weighted the world on your shoulders. You were always trying to be better, to do better. To be as close to perfect as you could be. You had a loving boyfriend, and together you looked after seven men who saw you as a friend and a pseudo-mum. So when they saw you break, when they saw you crying and struggling to put the pieces back together, they were there to help you.

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Chan knew instantly something was wrong when you walked into the studio. You didn’t greet him with the same smile. Sure, you kissed him and said hi to him, Changbin and Han, but it was off. You called the boys by their names. There were no sweet pet names like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘hun’, or ‘baby’. Binnie and Han took notice of this as well. The three watched you walk into the booth and started preparing your warm-up. 

Chan turned to look at Binnie, who was sitting beside him. Together, they both looked at Han, who was sitting on the couch, a puzzled look on his face.

“She looks tired. Really tired.” Binnie spoke to the two males. 

Chan nodded in agreement. You both got home late last night. He had been working on some tracks, and you had been cleaning up the choreography. However, what wasn’t usual was him waking up to an empty bed. He found you that morning, having made breakfast, enough to feed an army. Sure, you always woke up to make breakfast for everyone, but not this early. Never this early. You also didn’t tend to bake this early unless it was for a birthday.

“She is. I’m starting to think she didn’t sleep last night. She said she did, but I don’t know. She made enough breakfast to feed us all for the rest of the day. Plus, she baked. She doesn’t bake that late or early unless it’s for something important or she’s stressed. She was surrounded by cupcakes and cookies, and brownies this morning. She never makes brownies without Felix.” Chan turned to look at the window to the booth. All nine of you had come to work that day, each with a bento box filled with leftovers from breakfast.

You blinked and let out a small sigh. The palms of your hands came to run your eyes. You slept last night. Just not for long. You got an hour, maybe two in. You had gotten up to use the bathroom. But you just couldn’t fall asleep after that. So you spent the night cooking and baking for your boys. Sure, maybe you had gone overboard. But your boys had been well fed. Plus, Felix and Han had fun giving out the sweet treats to the staff members. Of course, each of the boys and you had your own supply of sweet treats, so they wanted to give out the extras.

“Chan. Are you ready to start?” You asked curiously as you looked at him, Binnie and Ji through the window. You waved at them, trying to put a peppy smile on your face. It didn’t work. 

Chan pressed the red button. “We’re ready, baby. Are you sure you want to do this today?” He asked, giving you the option to back out. 

You nodded your head. “Yeah.” 

Chan licked his bottom lip but agreed. He knew he couldn’t force you to stop. He needed to wait for you to be ready to finally let go of all the control. 

“What do you want to start with?” He asked you curiously, wanting to do this at your pace and with your input.

“Chorus, please.” You rubbed your eyes as you tried to focus on the words in front of you.

Chan nodded and played the music. You sang. But you messed up on the first go. You've got some words jumbled. It was okay, mistakes happen. 

However, you were starting to get upset with yourself once you had been in the booth for half an hour. Your voice had cracked, you jumbled your words up, and you had missed a cue. You just weren’t feeling it, and you couldn’t focus. 

You tipped your head back and closed your eyes as you tried to wrench the tears away. But as your body shook, it gave it away that you had started crying. Chan stood up and walked into the booth. He took the headphones off your head and wrapped you up in his arms. 

Your head was cradled to his chest, hands clutching onto his shirt that was becoming wet with your tears. His right hand gently stroked your hair. His left hand came to rub your back in soft circles. He looked up for a moment and blinked back his own tears. Seeing you like this always made him feel like his heart had been ripped right out of his chest.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let it out.” And you did. You sobbed as you held onto him. 

After a few minutes, you slowly pulled away and looked up at him. “I’m sorry.” Your voice broke as you spoke.

Chan shook his head. “Don’t apologise. All I ask is for you to take a nap, okay? We can do your part tomorrow.” His hands cupped your cheeks. His thumbs wiped your tears away. He then lifted you bridal style into his arms. You clung onto him. 

Chan walked to the door, ready to open it, only to see Changbin opening it for him. He nodded at him in thanks. He walked over to the couch. Han patted his lap as he looked at Chan. Chan then lay you down, resting your head in Han’s lap. The younger male immediately began stroking your hair. Just like you always do for him when he falls asleep on you. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you.” You mumbled out before falling asleep.

The rest of the day, the boys took it in turns to be a pillow for you. But none woke you up. You were finally asleep, and they couldn’t be more grateful.

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Minho noticed you were having a bad day during dance practice. You were struggling to keep up with the dance. However, he chose not to draw attention to this. Instead, he had the group practice one more time before deciding to call for a break. Of course, the rest of the members had noticed too. But no one had said anything after the fourth time. 

Everyone quickly got their water bottles and sat down. Some of the couches, some of the floor. You let out a small huff of air as you turned to grab your water bottle. As you opened it, Minho came up to you with his phone in his hand. 

He turned the phone to face you, showing you an adorable picture of Soonie, Doongie and Dori. All three were cuddled up together, sleeping. 

“Aw, they are so cute.” You were always excited to look at pictures of Minho’s three gorgeous cats. You also enjoyed seeing pictures of Chan, Hyunjin and Han’s dogs. They always seemed to make you smile. 

“I knew you’d appreciate their cuteness.” Minho nodded in appreciation and satisfaction. 

“I always do.” You had a smile on your face. Minho saw that as a win. He knew how to make you smile, even if it was just for a moment. 

“Yah!” Changbin’s voice came, drawing your attention to the male. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“We’re ordering lunch. What do you want?” Changbin passed you Chan’s phone. “Dad’s paying, so go nuts.” 

“Why does it always go nuts when I’m paying, but you always say ‘thank you, Mama. You didn’t have to.’ when she’s paying?” Chan asked, throwing his hands up.

“Because we love our mother,” Hyunjin said, pulling a face like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you. His chin was on your shoulder as he looked at the phone in your hands. “Oh, you should get that. It looks yummy.” 

Minho looked at the phone and grinned. “And it’s expensive.” 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to spend too much of Chris’ money.”

“Sweetheart, you can get yourself whatever you want. Food, drinks, and desserts. Whatever your pretty heart desires.” Chan told you with a warm smile as he looked at you from his spot on the couch. 

Hyunjin looked between the two of you for a moment. He then turned to look at Minho. “Our mother has a sugar Daddy.” 

Minho sucked in a breath. “We can use this to our advantage. All she has to do is bat her eyelashes or call him Chris or Chan in that sweet voice, and he’ll give her everything she wants. Which means, we can have whatever we want.” He clapped his hands together once. 

He could see that you had long forgotten about the dance practice. So he continued to play into all this. He and Hyunjin stood in front of you, quickly joined by Seungmin and I.N. The four are happily trying to figure out everything they wanted and the best way to get you to convince Chan that you wanted all this stuff. 

Chan let out a groan from his spot on the coach as he watched the four plotting menaces. “Stop trying to use my wife for your schemes!” 

“She was our mother first.” Minho challenged. 

“She really wasn’t. I met her first.” Chan told him, a proud smile on his face. 

“Please, she prefers her children over you.” Hyunjin let out a scoff and waved his hand in dismissal at Chan. 

“We don’t need to use her for anything. All we need is for Felix and I.N. to say please to her, and she’ll melt. She can’t say no to her babies.” Minho added as he placed a hand on I.N.’s shoulder. 

You looked back and forth between them all and let out a laugh. At that Moment, Minho knew his job was done. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to play the role of the overprotective son who wanted to give his mother the world.

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Changbin had led you out of a room after you had shouted at some staff members. It seemed like the whole day you had been snappy and angry. So, he reacted and got you out of a situation that was causing even more stress. 

Binnie helped you outside. The air outside felt nice. Changbin sat down on a bench and looked at you, waiting for you to figure out your next move. 

“I lost it.” You said as you paced in front of him. 

Binnie nodded his head. “Yeah. You did.” He said.

“I should’t have. It was rude.” You added. 

“It was, but you have had everyone pulling at you all day. The stylist made I.N. uncomfortable. There was an issue with Han’s shoe. Scheduling had been pushed back more times than I can count. Hyunjin tripped over a roge wire. Seungmin forgot the dance. You had to do the same take for thirty minutes. Everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong.” Changbin explained to you. Showing he understood why you had lost your cool. 

The whole day had gone wrong. You had woken up later than usual. You and Chan had accidentally left your coffee at home. When you had all ordered lunch, some of the food was misplaced. Felix had gotten a migraine during filming. Minho had tripped and bruised his knee. Changbin had an issue when his makeup was being done. The Music Video you were all shooting was draining. Today had gone wrong for everyone. 

You let out a huff of air and crossed your arms over your chest. “Today had been utter shit.” 

Changbin nodded in agreement and patted the spot beside in. You looked at the male for a moment before sitting next to him. 

“How about this? This weekend, we all have time off. So, how about I take you to a rage room? Or we can all go. Either way, you can let all of that pent-up rage and anger out in a safe way. Plus, this way, you won’t have any lingering feelings of guilt.” It was a good idea. A really good idea.

You looked at Changbin and smiled lightly at him. “I’d love that. Thank you, Binnie.” 

The male opened his arms, ready for a hug. And you did. You hugged him tightly as he hugged you back, matching your tightness. 

—------

Hyunjin spotted you on the couch in your dorm. It was that time of the month, and all day you had been in pain. Hyunjin has become your official period partner. It wasn’t that the others didn’t want to; Felix often joined, as did Chan. But Hyunjin always seemed to make it all seem easier in a way. Whilst Felix smothered you in cuddles, massages and brownies. Chan would worry over you for the first day before relaxing; he always had a bath ready or had the painkillers you wanted. 

Hyunjin was always ready with a hot water bottle or a heating pad for you. Sometimes both, so you could have one on your stomach and one on your back. He was always there to distract you with dramatic stories or gossip he had heard. Or the two of you would snuggle up and watch whatever piqued your interest. 

Hyunjin poked your shoulder. “I got the snacks. Felix will be here soon with that blanket you love so much. I told him to borrow a different one next time.” He said as he rounded the couch and sat down beside you. He placed the bag of your favourite snacks, foods and drinks down. 

“Thank you, Jinnie. I really appreciate all of this.” You smiled thankfully at him. 

The male shrugged. “What kind of son would I be if I didn’t help you? Now I’ll go make the ramen and your hot water bottle…oh, and maybe hot chocolate?” He let out a small squeal, getting suddenly excited at the idea. “We have whipped cream and marshmallows. Oh, and I’ll get some ice cream. Put something good on.”

You let out a laugh as Hyunjin practically bounced to the kitchen. You turned on the TV and went on YouTube. You immediately looked through some of Nigel Baker’s videos before you decided which one you wanted to watch. You enjoyed this guy. He was hilarious, and he always had nice things to say about your boys.

Hyunjin came back a while later, carefully balancing a tray in his hands. Every step was slow. He didn’t want to risk dropping anything. He let out a sigh of relief as he set everything down on the table. 

He sat down beside you and gave you your hot chocolate. He turned to look at the TV. “Ah, yes! Binge-watching Nigel. Let's see how many of his videos we can get through. Good call, my muse.” 

You let out a giggle at the nickname as you set the hot chocolate down on the table to your side before grabbing the hot water bottle. You placed it on your stomach. 

“I thought we could start with him watching ‘Giant’. It's a good one. Plus I love that song.”

Hyunjin nodded in approval and pressed play. You both settled in, eating your ramen. 

Felix walked through the door with your blanket and a box full of brownies.

“Oh my god, the visuals of this man. Shit needs to be studied in a lab.” 

You let out a cackle. “He loves you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin puffed out his chest. “Obviously. Everyone loves me.” 

Felix looked between the two of you. “I bought brownies for you. I know you always want extra when you're on.” He put the blanket on your lap before setting the box of brownies on the table.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled up at him. “Would you like to join us?” You asked him.

Felix nodded and sat on your other side of you, so you were between the two boys.

You cuddled into Hyunjin's side as Felix cuddled into you. 

You continued to watch Nigel's videos. You all had a good laugh at the SKZ code stuff and the compilations. You all enjoyed watching him lose his mind over the music videos. 

You were currently watching him react to the music videos for your song ‘Mama Bear’. It was a song that 3Racha wrote for you as a birthday present. You, Felix, Seungmin and I.N. sang the song. Leeknow and Hyunjin helped with the choreography. It was a song you were very happy and proud of. The guys had all been in the video, of course. The whole vibe of the video was just showcasing the group as one big happy family.

“Honestly, look at this beautiful woman. She's holding her own. Her vocals are shining, and look at her moves. This whole MV is her. She has eight men worshipping her. You can see how much they love her. Mother of seven, taking care of her children in her own MV. Look at them all. They look like an actual, real family. It's crazy but so wholesome, man. Chan, if you're watching this- you're not. But if you are. You need to wife Mama Bear up.” You watched Nigel pick up his water and drink some of it. “Mama Bear, if you’re watching. Stay, love you, and obviously so do your boys. You work so hard. Thank you.” You were tearing up a little. You were here for the jokes, but now here you were, feeling so incredibly appreciated as you were snuggled between two of your favourite people. “Aphrodite, who?”

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One minute you were walking, and the next you were on the floor. It hurt a lot, your ankle. You supposed maybe you had stepped wrong and ended up rolling your ankle. You and Han had just gotten home after doing a big shop together. Han was by your side in an instant. 

“What happened? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked you hurriedly as he held up three fingers.

You looked at the male. “I’m fine, just hurt my ankle.” 

Han nodded. “Alright, umm umm.. Let me think.” He tapped his forehead for a second before he picked you up. 

You let out a small yelp of surprise as you held onto the male. Han walked to your dorm and kicked the door. 

The door opened, and I.N. stood there with a confused face. “What are you doing?” 

Han walked inside and set you down on he couch. “She broke her ankle.”

You groaned. “It’s not broken, Ji.”

Han shrugged as Chan came out of your room. He raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to ask?” He asked curiously. 

“I fell. I’m okay, but my ankle hurts. We haven’t brought in the shopping yet.” Chan nodded at your words and gave you a soft kiss. 

“Han, grab an ice pack from the freezer. I.N., come with me and we’ll sort out the shopping.” The boys quickly went off to do their tasks. I.N. put on his shoes whilst Han went to the kitchen. Chris smiled at you and shook his head. 

“At least we know where I.N. and Hyunjin get their clumsiness from.” He chuckled. 

You smiled at his words and shook your head. “Be quick. There is ice cream in those bags, and I don’t want it to melt.” You and Chan shared another kiss before I.N.’s voice came from the door, telling Chan to hurry up.

Han walked into the room as Chan left. He put the ice pack, which was wrapped up, on your ankle carefully. He then took off your shoes and shook his head.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you for helping me.” You said as you squeezed his hand. 

“You’re welcome, and I’ll keep helping you. Whatever you want, I’m at your beck and call. Want some tea? I’ll make it. Want me to get you food? I’ll do it. Want me to boss any of the guys around? I’ll do it. Please ask me to boss them around.” 

That made you laugh. 

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Felix found you in the kitchen. It was a family dinner night. Chan and Minho were both at the store to pick up some things. So you were cooking dinner on your own. Which is something you have done many times before. However, it seemed you couldn't get anything right. Nothing was going your way.

As Felix stepped into the kitchen, he saw you hunched over the kitchen table, sobbing. He immediately walked over to you and hugged your back. Your body shook as you cried, but feeling Felix’s arms around you helped to ground you. 

You let out a small gasp of breath. Felix loosened his grip a little as he felt you moving to stand properly. 

“What happened?” He asked you, his voice soft.

“Nothing is going right. It’s like every cooking-related bone in my body decided to leave. Everything is either burnt or not even close to being cooked. I just…I messed it all up.” You told him, the tears freely running down your face. 

Felix’s heart broke. He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears away. “It’s okay. These things happen.” He told you as he gently stroked his thumb over your wrist. 

“I just wanted everything to be perfect. We’ve all been working so hard. You guys deserve a good meal.” You told him as you looked down in defeat. 

Felix shook his head. “You always give us amazing meals. Let’s order something this once. We can cuddle and forget about everything for a while.” He pulled you out of the kitchen and to the couch. He tapped Changbin on the shoulder. “We’re gonna order food instead.” 

Changbin raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless. Felix sat down on the couch and pulled you so you were between his legs, your head on his stomach. He immediately began playing with your hair. 

Changbin got his phone out and picked what he wanted before passing the phone around the room. He ended up going to the kitchen. He quickly cleaned up. 

Meanwhile, I.N. texted Chan and Minho to let them know that plans had changed. You stayed on the couch, slowly relaxing as Felix made sure you were okay. Han came to sit with you both, his hands gently rubbing your back.

—------

Seungmin noticed you were shutting down during an interview. He was sitting on your left, Chan on your right. You hadn’t been yourself all day. You were fidgeting in your seat. Your fingers came up to play with your locket more times than not. Playing with your locket often helped to ground and calm you. However, Seungmin noticed it wasn’t exactly working as well as usual. 

So he gently placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb in circles. The touch helped you to come back to reality. You looked at Seungmin and smiled gratefully at him. A second hand came to rest on your opposite knee. Chan had noticed what Seungmin was doing and wanted to help as well. However, he decided to let Seungmin handle this; he would be ready to step in if he needed to. 

Seungmin smiled at you. He continued to stroke your thigh as the interview continued on. He watched as you slowly let go of your locket after a while. You moved your hand to rest next to Seungmin’s. The male linked your thumbs together. 

As the interview continued, you felt a lot calmer. All because Seungmin was keeping you grounded. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He didn’t draw attention to it. He just comforted you in the best way that he could in that moment. 

Chan looked over at Seungmin, giving him a thankful nod and a proud smile. 

—------

You didn’t want to move. You should have been up an hour ago. But you were still in bed, curled up on the bed. You were trying to will yourself into moving, but it was like your body didn’t want it. Like it just couldn’t. So you just lie there. Chan was already at the studio, having left early for a meeting. 

However, the rest of the boys were still home. Jeongin had noticed you hadn’t come out of your room yet. Breakfast wasn’t made, and coffee wasn’t made. You weren’t humming in the kitchen or packing everything you needed for the day. The Maknae stood in the middle of the living room in confusion. Had you left with Chan this morning? No. He knew you hadn’t because you always left him two bento boxes and a travel cup of coffee when you left early with Chan. And there was no note saying so on the whiteboard that was on the fridge.

I.N. turned to look at your and Chan’s room. He walked over to the door and knocked on it before opening the door. He poked his head in and spotted you under your duvet. I.N. stepped into the room. 

“Are you okay, Noona?” He asked, worry and curiosity filling him. He walked over to the bed and sat down on Chan’s side.

You shook your head. Tears are already filling your eyes. 

“Did something happen?” He questioned. 

“No, baby. I just..I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You felt tired. You felt like moving was your biggest enemy right now. But you had to move. You knew you had to. The boys needed you. You all had dance practice today. 

I.N. shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. You’re allowed an off day. We can just stay in bed today.” He said as he lay down next to you. He took out his phone and texted the group chat. He let them know what was happening.

Baby Fox 🦊: Mama Bear isn’t feeling well. 😭 Fairy Prince 🌻: Is she okay? Can we help? 🩵 Personal Trainer 🐰: Does she need anything? 🫶 The Alpha 🐺: Let her stay home today. I’ll handle things on this end. Baby Fox 🦊: Can I stay with her? I don’t want to leave her alone. She’s really down. She looks like she’s going to cry. CatDaddy 😻: Yeah. Keep us updated. Tell her we can do the choreo tomorrow.  Artsy Prince 💐: Tell her we love her.💕 You'd better pamper her. Puppy 📷: Make her tea. Squibble 🐿: We’ll bring home food.

I.N. put his phone to the side and looked at you. “We’ll have a self-care day. The guys have everything covered.  Minho-hyung is going to go over the dance with us tomorrow. Nothing to worry about.” He told you. 

You slowly nodded. You felt guilty. The boys were still working, you were keeping I.N. from cleaning up the dance with the others. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. You’re allowed to have a day off. The others won’t be mad. They love you too much to ever be mad at you.” He told you as he sat up. “I’ll make us both a drink, and I’ll get the ice cream.” He leaned down and kissed your temple before leaving the room. He went to his room and changed into his pyjamas. I.N. then went to the kitchen. He made your favourite drink as well as his own. He then grabbed your favourite ice cream from the freezer as well as his own. He put everything on a tray and went back to your room. He set everything on Chan’s bedside table. He sat on the bed and looked around for a moment.

He had always liked your room. It was welcoming and filled with memories. On three of the walls were the paintings that Hyunjin had done for you. Above your desk was the painting of the boys all holding something that was presented to you. Above the bed was what Hyunjin named the ‘Family portrait. Beach edition.’ It was your favourite by far. On the wall to the right was a wall filled with not just paintings but pictures. Pictures of you and your family, Chan and his family. There were pictures of each of the guys, their pets. Pictures from the Kingdom and important milestones for the group. It was a real family wall. One that you took pride in. Your bed was incredibly comfortable. You seemed to have the best blankets. The fluffiest ones, too. 

I.N. got comfortable before handing you your drink. He watched you slowly sit up. “How about we watch something?” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He quickly found your comfort movie. ‘Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island’, He then opened an arm to you. 

You took the opportunity to snuggle into I.N.’s side. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. He wasn’t big on touch, but he knew you needed it right now. 

“Thank you, Innie.” You spoke quietly, but still loud enough for him to hear.

I.N. nodded his head with a smile. “Of course, anything for you. You’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.” You had. He knew he could count on you. So he wanted to let you know that you could count on him as well. 

Later that night, you were feeling a bit better. You had napped. You had watched so many movies and cackled at YouTube videos with I.N. You had done face masks, and I.N. had painted your nails. Innie felt proud of himself when you perked up a little as time went on. You’d had a nice bath whilst I.N. made lunch. The day had been perfect. 

So when the boys all piled into the dorm once they had been dorm for the day, they all relaxed seeing you snuggled up with I.N. You head rested on his chest as he pointed at the screen. You were watching Ben Kim. A YouTuber.

“I.N fit now, though. I.N.’s super fit now.” Ben said on the screen as he leaned close to the camera. 

“See, he gets me.” Innie connected as he picked up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into your mouth.

You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“Can you try not to choke her.” Seungmin spoke as he walked over to the couch and sat on your other side.

“Welcome home.” You said to the seven males. 

Chan walked over and kissed your forehead. “We brought food. How are you feeling, my love?” He asked you as his hand stroked your hair.

“I feel better. Innie really helped.” You said honestly. 

Chan nodded his head. “Good. Now, how about you go to the table? Minho and Binnie are setting the table as we speak.” 

You nodded your head and let Seungmin drag you off the bed and to the dining room table. 

Chan placed a hand on I.N.’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking after her today.”

Innie nodded his head. “Of course, I just wanted to see her smile again.”

Chan’s eyes softened as he smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

Those four words were the cherry on top of a pretty awesome day for Jeongin.

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[minsung]

MINLIX — dominATE washington dc (©DoeEye85)

[sereia4skz]

can we get a pegging felix fic where he’s dom? like he’s still bottom getting fucked but he’s telling you what to do and stuff? <3

oneshot | anything he wants

pairing: dom!felix x gn!reader

genre: smut

warnings: pegging, soft dom!Felix, praise, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, emotional intimacy, reader is downbad

word count: ~1k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Felix stretches out on the bed like he was made for it. The golden light from your bedside lamp kisses his skin, and he looks entirely content, like a cat in a sunbeam, lazy and smug and beautiful. You kneel between his legs, watching his chest rise and fall, and the way his lashes flutter when you run your fingers along the tops of his thighs.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” he murmurs, smirking without opening his eyes.

“Because you’re unreal,” you reply, voice soft. “How are you real?”

He huffs a quiet laugh and opens one eye. “You’re such a sap.”

You shrug, leaning down to press a kiss just above his bellybutton. “And you love it.”

Felix catches your chin between his fingers, guiding your face up to his. “Yeah,” he murmurs, voice low and warm, “I do.”

There’s a beat of silence, the kind that hums between two people who know each other too well to need words. Then, slowly, he lifts his hips just enough to make the strap brush where he wants it. His voice is soft, but firm.

“Put it in.”

Your breath catches, more from the sound of his voice than the command itself. It’s always like this with Felix. Even when you're the one topping, the one doing the fucking, but it’s him who holds the reins. All you want is to please him, to make him feel good, to see that soft little crease in his brow when he moans your name like it’s a secret.

“You sure?” you ask, even though you’re already slicking your fingers again, checking him.

He hums in approval, his eyes dropping shut briefly when you brush over where he’s warm and open. “I prepped while you were brushing your teeth,” he admits with a lazy smile. “I wanted to surprise you.”

You blink, stunned. “You- Felix!”

“You were gone for so long,” he teases. “And I missed you. So hurry up and fuck me, yeah?”

You groan, burying your face in the crook of his thigh as he laughs breathlessly above you. He’s always like this, just a little evil. You worship the ground he walks on and he knows it, and sometimes he likes to remind you who really has the power here.

When you slide the strap into place, the teasing fades just a little. His breath hitches when you line up, hips nudging gently between his legs.

“Go slow,” he murmurs. “Let me feel it. All of it.”

You obey without hesitation. Inch by inch, you press in, watching every flicker of emotion cross his face, the stretch, the sting, the pleasure that softens his mouth into a parted gasp. His hands grip your arms, nails biting in just a little.

“Good,” he breathes. “Just like that… fuck, you feel perfect.”

Your heart swells. “You’re the one doing all the work,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him.

“No,” Felix says against your lips, voice low and firm. “You are. Because I said so.”

You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intimacy, his warmth, his weight, his quiet possessiveness. He wraps his legs around your waist and holds you there, buried inside him, not moving yet.

“You love me?” he asks softly.

You nod, instantly. “More than anything.”

“Then make me feel it,” he whispers. “Make me feel how much you love me. Right here.”

His fingers trail down, guiding your hips. You thrust shallowly once, and he exhales shakily.

“Again,” he commands, voice steadier now.

You move. Slow at first, then deeper, each roll of your hips dragging another sound from his throat, soft, high, beautiful. His voice breaks on your name when you brush against the spot that makes his legs tighten around you.

“There,” he gasps. “Right there. You know where to go, baby. That’s it.”

You follow his voice like it’s instinct. Let him pull the strings. Your hands cradle his thighs, his waist, his trembling ribs. His fingers dig into your hair as you kiss his throat.

“You’re being so good,” he breathes. “So good for me.”

The praise makes you melt. You rut harder, giving him everything, each stroke filled with love, devotion, need. His back arches off the bed as he lets out a broken moan.

“You’re mine,” he gasps. “All mine, yeah?”

“Yes. yes.”

“Then take care of me. Just like this. Don’t stop- don’t you dare stop-”

You never would. Not when he looks like this, brow furrowed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting them. Not when his cock is hard between you, untouched, leaking over his belly. He’s so fucking beautiful like this, split open and needy.

You reach for him, your fingers wrapping around him gently.

“No,” he warns, panting. “Don’t touch me.”

You still instantly, dizzy from how badly you want to. “But-”

“I said no,” he growls, eyes meeting yours. “Not until I say. You don’t get to play with my cock unless I tell you to.”

You nod quickly. “Yes- okay- fuck, sorry,”

He softens then, thumb brushing your cheek. “Don’t apologize. You’re doing so good, baby. Just keep fucking me. I wanna come from you inside me. Wanna come from this.”

You bury your face in his neck and do exactly as he says. You thrust slow and deep, grinding on the downstroke like he likes. You murmur little things between kisses, how good he feels, how tight he is, how much you love him.

He holds you close, his voice cracking. “I’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

You don’t. You can’t. You stay pressed deep inside as he cries out, coming untouched against your stomach, body trembling under yours. His arms wrap tight around you, shaking a little with the aftershocks.

You hold him through it. Kiss his shoulder, his damp hair, the flushed curve of his jaw. “I’ve got you,” you whisper. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

He clings to you as he comes down, warm and soft and utterly his again.

Eventually, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You okay?”

You nod, breathless. “Are you?”

He smiles. “Never better.”

You slip out gently, and he sighs, content. You clean him up with soft hands and sweet kisses, then crawl back into bed beside him. Felix immediately pulls you close, curling around you like he always does.

“Love you,” he murmurs sleepily.

“I love you more,” you whisper, tracing slow shapes into his bare chest.

He hums. “Impossible.”

You smile. And you know he’s wrong, because you would do anything for him. 

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[travelingtwentysomething]

It looks like I.N., Lee Know/Han, Changbin, Hyunjin/Felix, and Bangchan

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)

[justastraymoa]

Girl dad Felix

Masterlist

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest. Do not repost.

Warnings for swears possible, general cuteness, fluffy dad Felix, appropriate use of the word Daddy.

General Taglist @stellasays45 @beebee18 @weird-bookworm @velvetmoonlght

[gnabhyunlix]

[quokkaholic]

Dominate DC 230625

[rosylix143]

in the dressing room | l. felix

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: drabble, smut

synopsis: felix decides to pay you a visit at your modeling job, and he couldn’t resist you.

cw: MDNI, public sex (but no one sees them), oral (f!recieving), felix is very horny that it shakes me

let me know if i’m missing anything

wc: idk a lot….💀

a/n: okay since writer’s block is cooking my ass imma bring a felix scenario/imagine instead😛😛😛😛

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just imagine….

working as one of the biggest super models in korea, and you’re in a secret relationship with the one and only lee felix from stray kids. it’s been a while since you haven’t seen each other in a while because of your busy schedules. however, one fateful day, felix gets out of the jype building early, so he decides to pay his favorite girl a visit.

he pulls up to your studio, where you are at work modeling for some fancy perfume. you are dressed in a very cute red summer plaid 2-piece outfit, with your hair up in red ribbons, and your pretty legs propped up in some red heels. you looked like you walked straight out of some vintage advertisement for some ripe summer apples. you posed either cutely or seductively, your eyes staring deep into the lens of the camera, doing exaggerated sprays of the perfume to add some enticement.

felix’s throat went dry immediately, his eyes widened, and his heart pounded as you did your signature red lipstick smirk. it didn’t help that you were laying down on the ground, as the camera scanned your body up and down, taking in every curve and all the exposed skin. it wasn’t helping that your shorts were so small that anyone could see almost your whole ass.

this wasn’t fair to felix. it’s been too long since he’s last seen you, and the first thing he does is get a hard-on. he swallows and tries to play it cool until you were finally done with your photo shoot. you were about to go to the dressing room, but your eyes immediately met his. you quickly dashed from the set and ran into felix’s arms.

“oh my god, honey! you’re here,” you said, holding him tight and kissing his neck. “i thought you were at work.”

“i got out early,” felix replied, his breath a little heavy and needy. his hands were shamelessly roaming down your body, perfectly landing on your exposed waist. “fuck, you look gorgeous.”

heat rose up in your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“thank you, lixie,” you said, “you look lovely yourself.”

you ran your fingers through his blonde hair before pulling him in for a soft kiss. little did you know that the kiss would set felix on fire. he kissed you back with such fire and passion, pouring all of his pent up desires from constant touring and not seeing you much into it. his grip tightened on your waist as he pulled you closer. a gasp escaped your throat the moment you felt his hardness through his pants, and your body burned even more with both embarrassment and desire.

“felix—what if someone sees?”

“then i’ll fuck you where no one else can see…”

felix’s voice was so rough and deep that it sent shivers down your spine. your legs began to feel like jelly, and you felt a rush of need go down in you. you mind was already dizzy that you didn’t realize felix was carrying you to the nearest dressing room and put you in front of the long vanity desk, surrounded by mirrors.

a moan left your lips when he pressed his on the crook of your neck, kissing your skin like there was no tomorrow.

“felix—” you breathed, your body arching into his touch, as he undid the strings on the back of your incredibly short top, revealing your pretty tits to his hungry eyes.

“what is it, honey?” he said, his drunk on lust eyes meeting yours. “you don’t want it?”

your cheeks reddened even more when he gently gripped your chin to lift it up, with his thumb rubbing on your bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick even more.

“no, i do…it’s just i worry someone will walk in.”

a smirk crept up his lips before he leaned in and gave you another kiss.

“well, we will just have to be quiet, don’t we?” he whispered in your ear, his free hand palming one of your breasts. you whined a little as his thumb rubbed against your nipple. “shhhh….baby, i know…i know it’s hard to keep quiet, but try for me, won’t you?”

you nodded and immediately bit your bottom lip to prevent any noises coming out of you as felix attacked your neck with passionate kisses. he was trying to hold back, but his soft growls and groans vibrated through you. his lips then traveled down from your neck to your collarbone, and they were finally wrapped around your sensitive peaks.

“fuck, felix—” you gasped, arching your chest into his face.

felix sucked on your tits more, giving both of them equal treatment and squeezing them tight.

"your tits are so cute, baby..." felix moaned, "so fuckin perfect."

suddenly, felix pushed your legs open before pulling away from your tits, his saliva connecting to one of your swollen buds.

"gonna make my pretty girl feel good, yeah?" he said before kissing your belly button and immediately pulling your little shorts down along with your soaked panties, revealing your wetness to him. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet already…”

you were burning hot, and you felt like squirming under his touch. your hands covered your face, the worry of someone walking in at the back of your mind. however, felix couldn’t care less, for his lips were already suctioned to your clit. a loud moan was coaxed out of you, and your hands immediately found his hair, tugging on tightly.

“fuck! felix!!” you whined, a waterfall coming in.

“shhh, baby….what about everyone outside?” felix whispered against your core. his grip tightened on your thighs, making you wince a little. “or….are you wanting to get us in a scandal finally?”

you couldn’t speak. you were too overwhelmed and dizzy. your body was so hot all over, and the image of someone walking in made your squirm even more. felix, on the other hand, loved the idea of someone walking in.

“just imagine it, baby…” he said, “either your boss, coworker, or even fuckin dispatch….walking in seeing their top model getting eaten out by me. lee felix of all people. oh everyone would freak out. stays would freak out, chan would freak out, the company would freak out….”

“they’d come for you…” you replied. “you might have to issue an apology after.”

“maybe….but god, do i want everyone to know how much i love eating your sweet cunt…”

felix dove right back in, and you immediately bit your lips again, suppressing a moan, as he vigorously lapped his tongue against your folds and sucked on your clit a good amount. you instinctively rolled your hips against his face, trying so hard to not moan so loudly for everyone outside this dressing room to hear. you gripped so tightly onto his hair that you feared that you would end up ripping it out. suddenly, your stomach was getting tighter and felt something in the pit of your gut.

“felix—”

“gonna come, baby?” he asked, increasing the pace of his tongue, forcing it deep inside of you to get as much of your sweet nectar as possible. “fuck…come for me, baby…”

you let out a whine and ended up coming all over his face. your chest was heaving, and felix took a couple last licks before kissing you on the lips. you moaned against his lips. felix then reached down to undo his pants—

knock! knock

“miss l/n? are you okay in there? it’s been 15 minutes….”

“shit, that’s my agent…” you groaned, “i’ll be out in a sec!!”

you sighed in disappointment before looking at felix.

“guess we’ll have to continue at home, honey,” you said.

“maybe,” felix agreed before leaning in to give you a gentle kiss, complete contrast to his rough kisses from before. “come on. let’s not worry your agent.”

“yeah.”

felix moved aside, and he helped you clean up a little and change into your regular day clothes: sweatpants and a tshirt. you unfortunately had to leave the studio separately from him to avoid suspicion, but good thing for you both, you’ll get to pick up where you left off back at home.

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masterlist | taglist

[esstxys]

𝟢𝒯𝟪 𝒯𝐸𝒳𝒯𝒮 - selfies.

pt. 1 - maknae line!

warnings : fluffy, suggestive, lighthearted jokes.

summary : boyfriend!skz sends you a selfie.

HAN AND FELIX

SEUNGMIN AND I.N

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hyung line coming very soon.

[ybklix]

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

۶ৎ giving your boyfriend a gift that will help him in his long and lonely nights when you can’t be there for him. ⋆˚࿔ pairing: idol bf felix x fem reader

cw: mdni, smut, softdom felix, masturbation, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, sextape, sextoys, slight dirty talk, pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie.

wc: 7.3k

｡°❀ 🫧 into you by ariana grande ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧 good for you by selena gomez ｡°❀ 🫧pornstar by nessa barret ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

wen’s note: im delulu rn, I love my man :3 !! sorry (a freshly cooked fic—that hasn’t been in the drafts for monthssss, enjoy) + im backkk yassss:)

It’s your last day. The last day the two of you will be together, physically, for a long time. In a few hours, very early in the morning, you will take a flight back ‘home’ —if you can call home wherever Felix isn’t with you— and you will feel nothing but sadness and emptiness. You just know that days are approaching when a video call with him is what keeps you happy.

Your love life with Felix is facing another challenge: overcoming the distance between you. You don’t usually complain much about it, as you don’t want to be a burden to Felix, constantly complaining how much you miss him when he has to go far away, doing what he is most passionate about in the world, you know how much it means to him to be on stage, so you shut up all the whims you think because of the huge need to have him next to you all the time. So sadly, it’s just your last day on your quick visit, and, as much as you’d like to be there for him, going from city to city, country to country on his tour, you both have your respective lives. It was so painful just thinking about when the next time you will be able to see him.

So, you just decide to enjoy every moment together, trying not to think about the cruel reality that is approaching. Tonight, you are about to go out, taking advantage of the fact that it’s Felix’s short break and his concert is tomorrow. So you’re getting all dolled up, trying a soft and subtle makeup, pretty enough to take pictures with your boyfriend and calm your hair as best as you can, while choosing a cute, modest and inconspicuous outfit, since you’ll be wearing a cap anyway, because you have to go incognito all the time with Felix, plus Seungmin and Jeongin would join your date, just to have them as the perfect excuse if someone recognizes your super star boyfriend, so their eyes would go to the super star trio and not you and Felix only.

Night is just falling, painting the sky a beautiful color and reflecting in the huge window of the hotel room. Felix is face down on the bed, using his brand-new cellphone, relaxed and happy, waiting for you to finish getting ready so he can call his friends and go out to explore the city.

“Wow, baby, the quality is insane.”

You hear Felix say, happy and excited, followed by the sheets shifting, indicating that he has stood up. You come out of the bathroom, with a smile as you put on your earrings and see your boyfriend, standing in front of the large window filming the view with his cell phone.

“Really? Let me see, love” you reply, moving closer to him.

As soon as Felix hears your voice and senses your presence, he turns his body with a tender smile and records you approaching him. Felix seems to be happy with the gift of his new cell phone, which he made a whole advertising campaign for. He records you standing in front of him for a few seconds, and then turns his body with his device towards the cityscape behind the window. You crane your neck to see the screen, but you turn your attention away when you see how cute your boyfriend looks, his tender smile and his carefree no-makeup look perfectly highlighting the smoothness of his skin with his visible freckles. You said nothing more than a simple:

“I’m almost ready… just let me put on my setting spray and gloss. You can call Seungmin and Jeongin already if you want.”

Felix keeps recording, motioning his arm gently, he gives you a quick glance along with a smile as a sign that he heard you, and you walk to complete your look so you can stroll with your boyfriend, one night before you leave and not see him for a month.

“Oh, almost forgot!” Felix exclaims, he stops recording and puts the cell phone back in his pocket quickly; you turn to look at him, confused since he got your attention. “I’ll help you pack so you don’t come from the date doing it.”

“Oh, Felix, you don’t have to…” you comment sweetly, touched that he feels he has to help you with everything.

He doesn’t listen to you, and you watch him tenderly take from one of the bedroom chairs the Louis Vuitton travel bag in its classic, signature print that he gifted you, and places it on the bed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart. Go finish getting ready, I’ll help you with this real quick.”

You chuckle softly, and in less than two minutes, you’re completely ready. You approach your boyfriend, playfully and plop down on the bed, close to him and your bag, as you watch him tenderly folding your clothes that were lying on the bed and arrange them inside the bag.

“I’m ready” you say, with a sigh.

The truth is, you don’t want the day to go on as it means it’s getting less and less time before you have to go and leave him.

“I’m almost done, princess. You look beautiful, by the way” he replies, focused on your clothes.

You let him do it because you know he’s a bit stubborn, and then he’d go and complain to you that you need to get your act together. You watch him, nonchalant, in no hurry for him to finish, staying with him like this, even in the silence, feels so good, so right, and calm.

Felix can’t help but blush, though, realizing that this is the fifth set of lingerie he’s had to pack for a trip you’ve only been with him for three days. So he jokes a little with you about it.

“Mmm… you kind of packed a lot of lingerie, don’t you think, princess? I’ve seen more pretty panties than blouses of yours.”

Felix raises his gaze, watching you with a playful, suggestive look and a mischievous smile as he carefully folds one of your blue panties, a part of the full set. You smile broadly, you can’t help it, still feeling a smoldering embarrassment with mischief.

“I know. I’m sorry… I didn’t know which one was the best, so I brought several options.”

“Whatever you wear looks beautiful on you” he whispers softly, causing heat to your cheeks.

Felix takes another pair of cheeky panties and spreads them out, teasing you with a smirk.

“Can I keep one?” his eyebrow twitches, cheekily.

“Felix!” you laughed, your eyes widening in surprise and playfully snatching the garment from him to drop it into your purse, your cheeks burning hot, as if he hadn’t seen all of you before. “The boys are going to think they’re your panties... but it’s okay, you can keep them, you’re the one who buys them for me, anyway.” You tilt your head, “Do you want something sweet to remember me?” you joke, teasing him.

He laughs, licking his lips, staring at you as he instinctively bites his bottom lip. “Which one will you wear tonight for me, huh? You have plenty of options, doll…. You should have modeled all your options for me, I’d have loved to see that.”

His voice sounds rough, a confession somewhere between a joke and a tone of absolute truth. You know perfectly well how much he loves to dress you in pretty lingerie, tease you in it and then end up naked, or just fucking you with it on. Felix stops his action, waiting for a response from you, but with the intensity of his gaze, you were already short of breath. There is a feigned innocence in his sweet face that contrasts with that look and soft grin you know so well. He is trying to start something.

“I can do it tonight… but can you handle it?” you raise your eyebrows, subtly teasing him further.

Your intentions are not to start something sexual just now, you were just about to go out on the town… two of his best friends are waiting to be given the signal to go out the four of you… but the way he smiles, superficially running the tip of his tongue across his lips to then catch his muscle between his teeth, is giving you another kind of impression... A subtle, cheeky, kind of dirty impression.

He looks at you for a few seconds, doesn’t respond, and lowers his gaze back to your clean clothes, ready to pack, and that’s when you notice his true intention.

“Oh look at this one, it’s too pretty, why didn’t you wear it for me?”

Felix changes the subject, still using his flirtatious and suggestive tone. You watch his hands take from the small pile of clothes a tiny piece of clothing, a white thong so sheer it covered practically nothing and, he subtly shows it to you.

You feel warmth in your cheeks again. Somehow you find it slightly embarrassing when he shows it to you like this, so suddenly. But what’s slowly ruining it for you is knowing exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

“Although I confess… there’s not much to wear with this so small” he laughs, examining the garment.

You watch your boyfriend’s face, his gaze lingering on that garment you packed when you thought of him, when you thought of all the nights you couldn’t be together and how much you wanted to make up for all that time. The shame leaves your body as you notice how obviously excited Felix is now, you know him so well, despite him wearing an oversized shirt, you can notice so clearly the change in his breathing, the change in his gaze, his more serious expression.

He looks back at you, almost guilty that his thoughts have been discovered and you find his reaction adorable, quickly looking away from you and sighing subtly in halting breath as he puts the thong in your bag, pretending nothing happened.

You examine him. The silence speaks for itself, in a way it’s loaded with adorable tension, because you love him too much, because you know what he wants but you both don’t know how to say it… at least the first few seconds. You smile happily, thinking it’s cute that he’s most likely already hard from just imagining you in that little garment… and you find it ridiculous… because Felix had you right there, now, in front of him, willing and madly in love with him, if your boyfriend wants to fuck you right now, he can. Now, while he still can.

“Felix” you call his name softly.

Now you’re the one looking at him intently.

“Mhumm?” he hums softly, unable to look you in the eye.

It’s true. You know him so well. Felix is terribly and helplessly aroused. Just with the power of his thought, with your closeness, with the intoxicating smell of your perfume that drives him crazy… at the same time he is just as, if not more, sad than you as he tries to pretend that everything is fine, but he is going to miss you deeply. Not seeing you until further notice… until you both can match… is killing him alive.

“You want me to wear it… for you?”

“Wear what, my love?” he pretends not to know, but his erection grows each time in his pants.

He doesn’t know what he’s thinking clearly… maybe that he’ll just get over the feeling, that he’ll be fine and have you all to himself after your nice date. But who is he fooling, he is never casual about you, neither takes you lightly. You on the other hand, know exactly what state his body and mind is in… but you can’t confirm it due to the bag blocking your view of his bulge a bit.

“The… thong you said was pretty.”

You feel slightly embarrassed. You find the word thong immaturely amusing.

Felix dares to look at you, notices the seriousness of your face, your cheeks slightly pink naturally beyond the blush you’re wearing. So what if you both want it? He’s your boyfriend and can tell you anything with confidence. Still, he responds demurely:

“Yes, when we come from the date. You’ll look beautiful in it.”

Felix flashes a smile and remains determined to finish your travel bag. You find it nerve-wracking, for a few seconds, as you’re getting impatient… and slightly horny at the thought of tasting your boyfriend right now, right there.

“Are you okay?” you ask more curtly.

He nods, making a nonchalant grimace. You can’t believe it.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Your smile widens, more brazenly. You don’t know if he’s tentatively playing with you, faking that innocence so he can get closer to you.. either way, it’s already starting, you can feel it in the air, it’s undeniable, deep and tangible.

“Because I think you got so worked up from just imagining me in those panties… do you want me to wear them for you, right now, baby?” you drop, slowly and seductively.

A sultry voice and piercing gaze that made Felix shudder and swallow nervously. Felix’s breath shortens, and his world stops for a second, and the silence speaks for itself once again. No matter how many times he makes you his, each time it impresses him and sends his feelings into overdrive as if it’s the first time he’s going to touch you; he adores you with that intensity.

“C’mon, baby, you know you can take me right now if you want. I’m always ready for you” you almost beg.

The corners of his lips quiver at your confession, trying to contain a flirtatious, nervous smile of utter glee. This time, he’s really playing with you as he says more confidently, trying to keep his sanity.

“No, love… I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine.”

You raise your eyebrows, incredulous, inviting him to keep challenging you.

“Oh yeah? Then stop that and call Seungmin and Jeongin already to leave, now” you mention, more impatient, challenging him.

Felix runs his tongue along the inside of his cheeks, amused, finding it amusing the way you’ve figured him out, that you’ve won, that you know exactly his next move, it’s obvious he can’t do it, he has an uncontrollable erection caused by you. You take your garments from his hand, approaching him slowly and dangerously, finally pushing aside the bag, in effect revealing the noticeable bulge in his shorts.

You smirk nervously, watching his notorious erection and then directing your gaze until you fix it on his eyes, his nice, dark, big eyes, changing in seconds, from soft domination, to needing to be touched.

You move closer to him without standing completely, dragging your bottom across the bed until you are finally facing him, his vulnerable aroused body, his bulge in front of you, begging for your strokes and attention, causing in you the sweet throbbing of your sex, your body rushing rapidly, heart pounding, breath hitching and the sublime, dominating sight of your aroused boyfriend clouding your judgment, your judgment to keep your temper.

“Well… you’re indeed fine…” you look down at his bulge brazenly and return your submissive eyes to him, your mouth salivating loudly, “But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I don’t take care of my needy boyfriend?”

He gives you a half smile and strokes your hair with his right hand gently. You place your hands on either side of his thighs and bring your face close to his body, close enough to brush against his erection, teasing him, tensing him, raising your gaze to convey to him through your gaze all that you may be capable of right now. You maintain eye contact, your body squeezes his erection tighter, causing him to bite his lip hotly, holding in a moan… You are both being painfully patient with each other; it kills you in a way that is both ardent and pleasurable at the same time. His grip on your hair becomes more consistent, heavy, and intense. You let your chin rest on his abdomen and your hands seek to caress his thighs, finding the feel of his cell phone in his pockets. You’re so fucking turned on that anything slightly incoherent would come up in your mind.

You smile mischievously, in the way only Felix knows, in the way that brings out your deepest, hottest side that he knows as a map by heart. You pull away from him, grab his cell phone out of his pocket suddenly and wiggle it in your hand; your boyfriend looks at you in confusion. Felix knows you so well that, in his voice exquisitely thicker, and excited, than usual, he murmurs a soft,

“What’s on your mind, my pretty baby?”

He watches you from above, gently lowering his head to look at you because of your angle. You find him so fucking attractive, every faction of his face, of his agitated body trying to appear to be at ease, you suddenly needing him so badly that you could suck him off right there, suffice it to just pull down his shorts and underwear. But no, your heat was so intense that, with intense joy, your boyfriend’s new cell phone in hand, your core throbbing and your heart pounding with aggression, you said almost passionately:

“Is the quality that good?” Felix squints his eyes, inviting you to continue, still not fully understanding your idea, but extremely immersed and excited at whatever it is. “Why… don’t you put it to the test one more time…. By recording something so exclusive to you… Something to help you, Lix. Why don’t I give you something for when I’m not there for you? Who’s going to take care of you after all the euphoria you experienced on stage, huh? And you have to go back to your lonely, quiet hotel room...”

“Y/n…” he whispers, confused, breathless, almost in a soft moan, still letting himself be carried away by your words that sweetened and shivered every inch of him.

“Record me, Felix. Do it for the nights when we can’t be together.”

A sextape. The idea warms his virile, weak body wrapped in desire and love for you. Nudes… are a bit of a touchy subject, as you are somewhat paranoid, you live in fear that for some reason they might hack you, and Felix will be severely affected, you don’t even care if your nudes are exposed, it’s him you fear the most. So you’ve spent nights… long and lonely, when you’re away, living on phone sex, stimulating yourself only with his voice, remembering and imagining the feel of him, of the image of his body against yours.

Still, the idea worries Felix, that his reaction seems tender to you, because, despite being extremely horny and accepting at first without reneging, he had to make sure first, reflecting in his handsome face concern.

“A video? Princess, are you sure? Is that what you want?”

He knows how you approach a subject that the two of you have already touched on. But you nod deeply and submissively without taking your eyes off him.

“Just record me…. Lix, you don’t have to be on frame… It’s for when you get lonely and miss me.”

He sighs and seems to be slightly perplexed.

“Come on, Felix. Don’t you want to? Your body tells me otherwise...”

You begin to tease him, stroking his stiff cock over the thin fabric of his shorts. He moans, closes his eyes and nods. He needs you. Now.

“All right, princess. Let’s do this.”

Your face reflects soft victory. You leave his cell phone next to you on the bed and stand up abruptly, reaching into your purse for that little thong that caused this whole effect on both of you. Felix watches you, you are impatient, you act fast, so fast that you start undressing right in front of him. Felix blinks incredulously and in one swift movement, boldly and dirtyly grabs his phone, not wanting to miss a moment of what he is experiencing. His cock throbs hard, thinking in the future how painfully pleasurable it will be to masturbate to an obscene video of you, thinking of the dirty, exquisite fantasy that is this experience. He begins to videotape you, this time without shame, your clothes falling to the floor. Both sexes beg desperately to be touched and the silence of the room is so tense that you feel that your loud heartbeat can be heard, that was the disturbingly exciting thing about the hotel rooms you spend so much time in with Felix, the silence, the distinct sound of your heavy breathing.

Felix licks his lips, losing himself in the image of his phone capturing your body, then watching you. He sighs again, half-heartedly.

“Can I… at least talk?” he says. “If I’m not going to be fully part… if this ever comes out… can I say my voice is AI?”

You giggle. “Of course you can talk… this video is completely just for you.”

You look into the camera and then straight into your boyfriend’s eyes. Felix is disturbingly horny, impatient, but something in his expression expresses that he can resist, that he’s enjoying all of this more than anything.

You take off your blouse, the pants you were a little sick of because you couldn’t wear a skirt or a nice dress, since you were incognito. You stay in your underwear and appreciate the concentrated expression on Felix’s face.

“Baby, you’re beautiful. Let me capture absolutely everything I have to remember while I’m on tour…”

His voice is husky, needy. He directs his phone’s camera first to your face. Capturing every soft angle of your pretty face. You giggle somewhat nervously and shyly… and then, the show finally begins, Felix slowly lowers his cell phone, recording your breasts, your abdomen, your panties. He gasps again, feeling more and more excited and desperate, which as proof is the sensation of his guilty precum staining his underwear. You are everything to him.

He can’t help himself and with his free hand he begins to caress you delicately, to squeeze your waist, to caress your ass, to subtly turn you over to get the perfect shot of how very lovely and round it looks.

“I’m going to wear… the panties you want” you whisper.

Felix stops touching you, and you quickly pull off your panties, making him audibly sigh. Your breasts look better in person than the quality of his cell phone; still, on both sides, he loves them. You pull down your panties carefully, slowly, and seductively, feeling your temperature rise, you are incredibly aroused, and at this point, you regret a little bit to propose between you a game of seduction, patience, and provocation.

Your boyfriend keeps biting his lips hard, feeling the great need to gasp every time you tease him more and more. He shamelessly records your panties going down your legs, of the thin fabric slowly clearing from your vaginal lips and finally, the soft and cute shot of your mons pubis, slowly zooming out to get the great shot of your naked body, for him and him alone.

“Fuck, baby… I don’t know if I can resist anymore. Let’s do a porno at this point” Felix teases, each word lower than the other, clearly altered in desire.

You chuckle. “You’re cute.”

You continue with your thing, with the original plan to tease your boyfriend and drive him to madness, but this is proving extremely difficult for you too; you need him badly too. Still, you slowly put on yourself the tiny little garment that Felix fantasized about from the second he saw it.

He is breathless. You moan softly, the new underwear starts to tease your pussy and cling hotly to your ass. The tiny thong fits you even better than he would have imagined, the sheer fabric barely even covers your pubic area, the triangle figure is so small… it’s such a damn provocative and useless garment.

“You like it?” you question, proudly.

“I love it” he confesses with a piercing gaze into yours. “Now… lie down, darling… show me how wet you are for me. What are you going to do, my naughty little girl?”

You bite your lip. Felix’s gentle dominance drives you uncontrollably crazy. He apparently adapted quickly to the purpose of your idea. You obey him at once, lying your body comfortably on the bed. He follows your movements, crawling onto the bed next to you on his knees.

“I’m… I’m going to touch myself for you.”

You are helplessly aroused, lying back on the bed. You fondle your breasts, flex your knees and finally spread your legs, letting out a soft moan on the spot. Felix records your soft breasts, your hands playing nervously with them and moves down to your juicy lips, your labia glossy, lightly stimulated, your throbbing sex exposed.

“Fuck” Felix grunts, aggressively stroking his cock, adjusting himself a little. “Oh yeah? What do you think about when you touch yourself like that, princess?”

His rough voice turns you on even more, and his lustful gaze almost makes you tremble. Your fingers slowly slide down your skin until they reach your pussy. Felix begins to be possessed by his role: recording every single detail of your dripping pussy, every tremor of your body, he is fascinated.

You play with your clit, your middle finger tracing the thin fabric of your panties, you wiggle your pelvis and moan softly. You’re so horny, so surrendered, you’re completely his.

“Tell me, tell me, how does it feel, oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet, all that pretty pussy for me... do your fingers feel as good as mine?” Felix continues, his phone capturing every moment of your docile, weak but energetically aroused reclining body.

You begin to tremble with pleasure, with nervousness, and it’s even difficult to speak.

“Mmmm, it feels so good... but not as good as you...” you pant, circling your clit, gently moving your legs.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to miss me, baby? How much, huh? How much are you going to miss me, sweetheart?”

You nod. Your fingers begin to slide down your folds, losing themselves in their warmth and wetness. There is something so obscene about the way your sweet boyfriend mercilessly records you, his impatience and constant licking of his lips, wanting you. His stiff member is slowly bothering him.

“A lot, Felix, a lot... I'm gonna miss you a lot...”

“Is this how you touch yourself when I’m not with you, baby? Show me how you do it, you can’t stop thinking about me?”

You shake your head. You find it funny, the way you suggested the idea, how you started teasing him, but now he’s the one pushing you to the limit. You tease yourself more, touching your weak spots that you know make you tremble, but the sensations are a thousand times better and more intense when your boyfriend does it. You tempt your entrance, arching your pelvis, wanting to insert your fingers inside you. Felix is breathing heavily, and you’re almost certain that his need can be heard even through his cell phone.

Finally, you slip your hand inside the small piece of fabric covering your pussy and while you play with your breasts, your nipples erect from the touch of your other hand, with the other you caress with painful patience the skin of your pubis, your clit, your juicy labia, all of which is killing you.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby. Stick two fingers inside you... touch yourself for me, do it, imagine it’s me filling you up...”

You obey instantly and whimper, letting out a sigh as you feel your fingers slide easily into your entrance. You feel your tightness, the length of your fingers teasing you but not filling you completely the way Felix’s cock does.

You gasp, slowly thrusting to increase your rhythm, moving your hips, desperately caressing your clit with your other hand. Felix notices and speaks again, his voice so dark that he sounds like a damn villain about to destroy you, yet there is a certain playfulness in his tone:

“Look at you acting like this, so desperate, baby... you’re not being gentle with yourself at all. Is this how you want me to fuck you? Do you imagine me fucking you hard?”

Felix refrains from touching you. His hands begin to tremble, he has a voracious hunger for you that he has never felt before, his cock begins to come to life, throbbing to the rhythm of your violent thrusts with your fingers in your stimulated entrance.

“F-Felix...” you whimper, dragging out your words, biting your lip and looking him straight in the eyes the whole time.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, you gasp in desperation and... he seems to be there, sadistically enjoying the show. At this point, Felix himself is surprised at his resistance, at not cumming right there just by looking at you, but one thing is certain, his genitals are so fucking sensitive from not being stimulated at all, and he was going to take that out on you in due course... in the meantime:

“Use your words, baby, tell me anything. Remember that this video is for when I’m alone, missing you.”

“Fuck, Felix. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, please be here with me. Mmm...”

“You’re going to miss my cock, aren’t you, you little cunt? If only you could see yourself now, so needy, making a mess on the fucking hotel bed, you’re a very, very bad girl, princess.”

His accent becomes thicker and more defined, his desperation speaks for itself as he begins to sound aggressive with you, no longer soft, no more purring and sizzling teasing tone. He is being demanding with you now.

You wanted to ask him to touch you. Your fingers are quick, your caresses soft, but nothing like him, you’re so close and yet so far away. You have him there, watching you masturbate, his big bulge throbbing, his pupils dilating with fantasy. You were so needy that you even begged him in a gasp,

“Felix, please, touch me.”

He clicks his tongue, amused to see your body writhing in pleasure. He’s enjoying it to the fullest.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I can’t be in the shot, don’t you remember? Just touch yourself for me, give your best show for when your boyfriend needs it most. Damn, you have no idea how much you turn me on, I’m going to jerk off so hard to this, baby” he groans.

“Do it, now, touch yourself,” you beg.

He smiles, showing his teeth, “You want to see my cock that badly, don’t you, hunny? You’re just a fucking little slut, you better cum on your fingers or I swear to God I’ll leave you like that. All fucking needy and horny for me. You started it, now you finish it.”

Your vision starts to blur, your pussy starts to sound obscenely wet, you bury your fingers deeper, but it’s not enough, it’s not him. It’s a real torture to have him in front of you and not be able to touch him.

“Then talk to me, talk to me more.”

He laughs. “Ha. I almost forgot how naughty you are, love. Of course, you have a thing for my voice.” He turns his phone away from you and leans dangerously close to your ear, his body hovering over yours, his soft shirt brushing against your bare chest, and whispers, his voice so seductively deep that it makes you tremble, “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Do you think you’ll cum faster if I talk dirty to you?”

You both maintain intense, penetrating eye contact. You’re so close, feeling this needy puts you in a state of mind where you want to surrender, where you want to cum; you wonder if you do... what can Felix give you, does he really plan on keeping his hard erection the whole time?

He pulls away from you.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close, aren’t you? God, you don’t know how many times I fantasized about you touching yourself all those nights we had phone sex. Are you really this horny and slutty? Every time I tell you all the things I want to do to you... how I want to touch you and make you feel...”

Felix lets out an arrogant chuckle and gently caresses your clit. You react, sighing and tensing your body. You’re so sensitive, as if he’s pressed a button inside you.

“Do you want me to touch you, princess? Tell me what you want...”

You sigh and go back to working on your pussy with soft, delicate, slow movements... suddenly you feel a little embarrassed, being so sensitive to him. You swallow, and your throat is so dry and empty.

“Felix, I need you, please. You can touch me... Did you get a good video, already? Please, come here and make me cum.”

“Do you need me that much? I’m the only one who knows how to take good care of your little pussy. But I told you I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” he orders you harshly.

He raises his eyebrows mischievously, an idea popping into his head. You sigh, resigned to the fact that you’ll have to bring yourself to orgasm on your own, so that maybe he’ll touch you afterwards and take out his burning energy on you. But you watch as Felix leans over the nightstand next to the bed, opens the drawer, and pulls out the new vibrator he bought you, compact and very useful. Felix loves to make things hotter in bed, to have you wear lingerie, to use toys, everything to give you endless, long, intense pleasure.

“You wanna cum faster, baby girl?” he shows you the vibrator. “I bet you use it imagining that it’s me making you feel good when I’m not around.”

You don’t even have time to process it or respond when he turns on the toy and presses it hard against your already stimulated clit, having the obscene take of his hand using the sex toy on your used pussy. You whimper and instinctively close your legs, but he acts quickly, grabbing your knees to prevent you from doing so.

“Ah, ah,” he warns you, “Hold the vibrator and play with your pussy, baby.”

You look him in the eyes. Your makeup is a little smudged, your gaze pleads for mercy, it’s bright, and your eyes look slightly larger. You’re suffering, you’re enjoying it, and Felix is going crazy.

You take the toy and let it vibrate violently against your clit. The vibrations are exquisite, encompassing your entire wet vulva. You moan in pleasure, feeling so close. Felix quickly and tentatively runs two of his fingers over your pussy, dipping his fingers shallowly into your entrance, a reaction that makes you whimper even louder. He is mesmerized, consumed by flames, so damn spellbound by you and his immense need to have you that he attractively brings those two fingers to his mouth, licking them deliciously, tasting you a little. He moans and enjoys it, as if you were something so delicious. That action alone increases your horniness level.

“You always taste so fucking sweet. Just like that, baby, just like that,” he coos, “You’re doing so well, my good girl.”

You’re enjoying it, despite feeling his great absence, you let yourself go, you think you can reach an intense orgasm soon, after pushing yourself to the limit and overstimulating yourself... when suddenly you let out a big sigh as you see your boyfriend pull down his shorts and underwear, Felix’s cock pops out, wriggling, fully erect, so perfectly stimulated that its tip is bright pink. He whimpers and begins to rub his hard shaft. That’s when you prolong your orgasm a little longer, because every part of you needs him.

Your gaze is lost on his cock, on the roughness of his freshly shaved pubic area, small, faintly pigmented freckles visible on his skin that you already know by heart, on the softness of the skin of his cock, that vein that drives you crazy running along its length, his medium-sized hand moving up and down on it, masturbating gently.

“Hey, eyes on me, you little slut,” he orders you, bringing you out of your trance and back to maintaining eye contact with him. “I know you want my cock, angel. Beg for it and you may get it. But now, c’mon, put the vibrator inside you... let me see you scream,” a mischievous and wicked smile appears on his tender and attractive face, which is anything but tender right now, he’s eager.

You bite your lip and obey your boyfriend’s command, almost collapsing from the sensation of the intense vibrations inside you. You want to beg for him. His phone camera zooms in depravedly on your vulnerable area, and Felix closes his eyes as his hand fills him with pleasure.

“Lix, please—”

“Now turn around,” he interrupts you and orders in an eerily harsh voice, “Let me see your pretty ass while your pussy takes the vibrator, my sweet good girl.”

It’s the little phrases and his voice that bring your orgasm forward and make you want to collapse. You obey him again, moving your body completely and lifting your ass gently for the camera and for your boyfriend. Your hand doesn’t stop holding the vibrator, and in a desperate attempt, you start pushing it in and out of your pussy.

Felix pants heavily. He has the perfect view of your round ass and juicy, stimulated pussy. At this point, you were both a mess; the thin fabric of your thong was soaked, your labia majora practically stained with your juices. Felix gives you a gentle spanking that makes you sigh.

“You take the vibrator so fucking well, princess. I want to ruin that fucking useless piece of thong you’re wearing.”

And then, you feel him, his cock teasing you, taking the string of your thong to pull it tight and rub his stimulated cock between your ass cheeks and into your ass. It’s a bit narcissistic, the way he loves how his cock looks on camera, rubbing against your ass and his balls subtly grazing your center.

You can’t resist any longer, you whimper and start begging for him.

“Please, please, Felix, fuck me.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he teases, rubbing against you.

But you can’t hold it anymore, you want to beg him harder, but your orgasm is close. You roll your eyes back slightly, Felix can tell you’re close to climaxing, so he pulls his cock out of you skin and lets you pant intensely, screaming his name:

“Fe-fe-felix, Lix, I-”

You collapse breathless and orgasm intensely, tensing every muscle.

He is more than happy, his ego swells, and he quickly takes the vibrator from your now weak grip. Your limbs are fragile, trembling. He turns off the toy and leaves it far from your agitated body, in a state of absolute use, wet. Felix grabs you by the waist with both hands, and you realize that the show is over. He finishes recording and puts his cell phone aside. He turns you back over, laying you down with your legs spread.

“Good girl.”

Felix has an adorable smile on his face, and as soon as you are recovering, speechless and still slightly collapsing from your orgasm, he leans down and begins to eat your pussy, savoring your climax. You moan, impressed that this is his next move. His long hair tickles your thighs. His licks are slow, his tongue thick and hot, flicking his tongue along your labia and entire vulva, he is savoring everything, gently sucking your clit. Building excitement in you quickly.

He starts using his fingers too and works on your pussy, worshiping you. He does this for a few long moments, long enough to have you panting again. He thrusts two fingers inside you and begins to penetrate you with them. You couldn’t believe it.

Felix pulls away from you, just when he feels you are needy enough again, still thrusting his fingers inside you and releasing you arrogantly, his full, shiny lips of you.

“We’re not done yet, beautiful. Not until I fill your pretty pussy with all of me.”

Finally, you watch his fingers move away from your cunt, he takes off his shirt in one swift movement and adjusts his body over you, teasing you with his wet tip between your folds, rubbing his erection over your mons pubis and under the fabric of your panties, so he can pull aside the thin thread that was stimulating your entrance and thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, then quickly and abruptly all the way in with a single thrust. You gasp loudly, clutching the sheets tightly; it was what you had been longing for.

Felix approaches you, making the act intimately dirty, it’s a mess, you’re so wet, and you both need each other so desperately that he starts to whimper as he moves inside you. Your legs seek to wrap around his body, and your hands finally touch your boyfriend. His thrusts are deep, desperate, filling you completely, moving inside you perfectly in a delicious rhythm, fucking you with impatient need. You both sigh, babbling each other’s names into the air.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, pounding into you. “I’m going to miss this so much,” he confesses between gasps.

You dig your nails into his back, begin to arch your back, you love this so much. You love being under his body, being nothing and everything at the same time, fading into him. Felix presses his forehead against yours and stares at you for a few seconds before taking your lips, desperately sweet, fierce, passionate, a long-lasting, wet kiss full of secrets that only the two of you know. You separate for lack of air... you are so focused on the sensation of your pussy being attended to, enjoying his body rubbing against your vulva, him filling your insides and the friction of his hard cock sliding inside you, that you are completely surprised when he pulls away a little and takes his penis out of you. The beautiful moment and the magic are over for a second.

“Turn around again, love. I’m going to fuck you hard now.”

He orders and grabs your waist desperately. He turns your body around, grabbing your ass and making you arch your back; you see him pick up his phone again and whisper, “Fuck it.”

Felix places his cell phone horizontally on a pillow, leaning back against the headboard. You notice that he is recording from the frontal camera and your face is completely visible, along with his bare chest, but his face isn’t in the frame. Your heart races. It’s terribly obscene, you love it.

“I want to remember your beautiful face while I fuck you hard.”

Felix sentences and, without further ado, slides his cock into you brutally, making you let out a muffled scream. You feel it deep inside you, throbbing, penetrating you with force. He grabs your waist tightly and starts thrusting into you intensely, sliding his cock into you, piercing and wrecking you completely. The room fills with your moans and his grunts, with both of your skins colliding intensely. You cling to the sheets again, being fucked helplessly. Felix feels you close, as close as he is.

“I want to remember your face when you come for me, please. Smile for the camera, baby.”

You look at your reflection on his cell phone screen. You’re whimpering, slightly disheveled, your makeup smudged, completely cock-drunk. You wonder if you’re disturbing your neighbor’s peace. You’re so close, your eyes almost teary, your walls squeezing Felix’s cock perfectly, enough to make him reach orgasm with intensity, making him scream. You feel his cock tremble inside you and semen fill you completely, your guilty pleasure, you love when Felix creams you. Felix continues with messy thrusts, collapsing on top of you faintly, and that’s when you climax too, your heart beating intensely, your body agitated and trembling.

“I love you, dear,” he confesses, breathless, collapsing beside you.

You look at him with a smile, feeling the absence of his warm cock inside you, but you understand that it must be too sensitive. You look at him with loving eyes, about to answer him, when you hear someone knocking on your door. It’s Seungmin.

“Heeeey, guys. Are you there? Did you fall asleep?”

Felix and you smile at each other in complicity, with heavy breathing.

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[nitadllyss]

Waking up next to your boyfriend

-maknae line x reader -

hyung line here

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon, Very sweet

Warnings: none

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Han Jisung:

• He’s a sleeping princess; he always looks so soft and fluffy that you have to hold yourself back from biting his cheeks or kissing the little pout his slightly open lips form.

• He needs to feel your warmth as close as possible and can’t sleep unless he’s holding you.

• Your head rests on his chest while his arms wrap around your waist, his legs tangled with yours (more like he has you locked up).

• He feels so warm—he’s basically a human heater.

• When the alarm goes off, he wakes up with a scared expression. It takes him a few blinks and about four seconds to process that he’s a living being. He turns off the alarm and immediately falls back asleep.

• When you wake up, you see his sweet sleeping face, which contrasts with how tightly his strong arms are holding you.

• "Sungie," you whisper as you snuggle further into his chest.

• He shows no signs of life, so you start leaving kisses on his collarbone and neck, making his skin shiver as he slowly wakes up.

• You laugh at his failed attempts to kiss your lips until he finally cups your cheeks and gives you a sweet kiss.

• "There’s no need to go to work today, did you know that?" he says with a silly, playful smile, winking at you.

• "Actually, Chan will kill you if you skip the recording today," you reply teasingly as you try to get up, but his whining stops you.

• You give in and lay back down with him for about three more minutes, waiting for him to wake up (he falls asleep again).

• Noticing this, you sigh and get up. When you turn on the light, he covers his eyes with the blanket and complains about how hard his life is (bro, you just have to go to work).

• He desperately tries to convince you to go back to sleep with him. "Babe, come back, let’s sleep a little more," he says in a whiny voice.

• After realizing his pleas aren’t working, he gives up and, still half-asleep, gets ready for work. He doesn’t even notice he put his hoodie on inside out.

Felix:

• He’s asleep on your chest, holding his game controller. The sound of the game is still faintly playing, but he’s already out cold, mouth open. He stayed up late trying to level up (he didn’t make it).

• Light starts filtering through the small gaps in the curtains, illuminating his freckles like tiny sunbeams on his soft face.

• When the alarm goes off, you stretch slightly to turn it off. Felix is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t even hear it.

• You chuckle at how exhausted he looks; he’s like a little kid. You can’t resist taking pictures.

• You kiss his cheek and notice how, unconsciously, the corner of his lips curls into a small, sweet smile.

• "Lix, baby, we need to wake up," you whisper while kissing every single one of his freckles.

• "I have to give you back each and every kiss first," he mumbles in his deep, raspy morning voice, barely opening one eye as he smiles widely.

• After kissing literally every part of your face, he gets up and, while getting ready, tells you how hard it is to level up in his game.

Seungmin:

• He’s slightly on top of you, just enough to bury his face in the crook of your neck while his hands squeeze you as if he’d die if he let go.

• He loves the scent of your body lotion and shampoo. He’s exactly where he wants to be.

• You never wake up before him; it’s way too comfortable by his side to do so.

• When the alarm goes off, he quickly turns it off, trying not to disturb you, but it’s too late—the noise already woke you up.

• "Good morning, Minnie," you say with a smile as you see his messy hair. He’s usually such a perfectionist that seeing him like this feels like a precious sight.

• He buries his face back into your neck, and you can feel his warm breath as he smiles.

• "You don’t have to wake up, go back to sleep," he mumbles in his groggy voice before giving you a soft kiss on the jawline and adjusting to look at you. God, he looks so cute.

• He stretches like a puppy, getting his body ready for the long day ahead.

• He teases you for staring at him in awe. "Hey, close your mouth, or you’re gonna start drooling," he chuckles as you quickly shut your mouth and frown.

• Eventually, he gets up to start his day. Of course, he’d love to stay with you all day, but he knows responsibilities matter.

• He shares company gossip with you while brushing his teeth (you only understand half of it). Before leaving, he asks if he looks good. He looks incredible.

I.N:

• The boys would die of jealousy if they saw this.

• He’s the big spoon, sleeping with his chest pressed against your back. He can’t help but be obsessed with the scent of your hair. His hands are intertwined with yours, and his head rests softly on top of yours.

• He woke up to the sound of the alarm, blinking a few times before turning it off. Once he does, he settles back into position, soaking in the comfort of your warmth.

• You start stretching and turn around to face him. How can he look this cute right after waking up? He looks like he just walked out of a photoshoot.

• His eyes meet yours, filled with warmth; they reflect all the love he feels for you. He’s not the best with words, so you’ve learned to read his gaze. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, smiling and showing his dimples.

• "Mhm, very comfy," you reply, kissing the corner of his eye and watching as his dimples deepen even more.

• He rolls his eyes with a fake pout, but he’s definitely melting inside.

• You laugh and make an offended face, and he responds by kissing the corner of your eye before pulling you into one last hug before getting up.

• After showering, you pass by the bathroom and see him doing his skincare routine. You can’t resist sneaking in to give him a kiss on the neck before letting him continue in peace, watching his face turn bright red.

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I hope you liked the headcanons! I'll probably do these very often. 🤭

English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake, let me know.🙏🏻🫶🏻

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[yongbokiee-felix]

Felix sent pics on bubble 🫧

[sereia4skz]

fake texts | bf!felix texts

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: kms jokes, talks of blowjobs, mentions of pregnancy, allusions to sex duh, threats of biting hehe

SS count: 8

[minsung]

MINLIX walkin on water — mv making film