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skzophreniic · 4 months ago
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⍣ ೋ cw: messy messy messy. spit. teasing. dirty talk. dry humping. pussy obsession. mdni
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felix is the biggest fucking pervert. no one ever suspects it. not when he blinks up at them with those soft, round eyes, voice dipped in honey and warmth. not when he giggles at dirty jokes like he doesn’t think about filth on a daily basis. not when he lets his lips part just slightly, breath catching, like he’s naïve to how many times you’ve caught him staring at your mouth. no, they don’t suspect a thing. and neither did you.
he let you think he was innocent.
let you think he was soft, shy, the kind of boyfriend who got flustered when things got too heated. he played along so well—letting his breath hitch when your hands wandered, blinking up at you like he didn’t know what to do next, letting you think you were leading.
it was all an act.
right now, he’s got you spread open beneath him, body trembling, slick pooling beneath you, thighs sticky from the mess he’s already made. his fingers are still in you, still knuckle-deep, pressing, curling, fucking into you slow just to watch the way your cunt clenches around him.
"so fucking wet," he murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw, your throat, breathing in the scent of your sweat, your arousal. "all for me, huh?"
he pulls his fingers out, watching the way your hole twitches at the loss. his fingers glisten, coated in slick, strings of it clinging between them, dripping down to his wrist. he smirks, bringing them to his mouth, tongue darting out to lap at the mess.
"god, you taste so good," he groans, sucking his fingers clean, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. then he leans down, presses his tongue flat against your cunt, and drags it up slow, gathering every drop of slick he can.
you sob at the feeling, thighs twitching, body strung too tight. he’s been teasing you for too long, making a mess of you, pushing you just to pull back before you can reach the edge.
"felix, please," you beg, voice wrecked, and fuck—he loves that. loves the desperation, the way you sound completely ruined before he’s even inside you.
he presses a kiss to your clit, soft, almost sweet. then he spits on it.
his breath stutters, coming out shaky, too affected by his own actions to play it cool anymore. his fingers drag through the mess, slow and indulgent, smearing it across your folds, watching with wide, glassy eyes as your hole clenches around nothing.
"god," he breathes, almost like he’s overwhelmed, his voice thick with something dark and desperate. "you’re so fucking wet."
he doesn’t even know what to do first. his fingers twitch against your skin, indecisive—touch, taste, fuck—he wants all of it at once, wants to drown in you, make himself sick on the scent of your arousal, coat himself in it until he can’t think of anything else.
his hips grind down before he can stop them, cock pressing into the mattress, dragging against the rough fabric of his jeans, and he lets out the prettiest little whine, high and breathy.
"shit, i—" he cuts himself off, panting, forehead dropping to your thigh for a moment as he collects himself. but his hips are still moving, rutting slow, lazy, chasing friction like he’s the one being tortured here.
and then he laughs, soft and breathless, nuzzling into your skin before pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh.
"‘m making a mess," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, hips rolling down again, grinding his cock into the bed like he can’t help it. his fingers dip into your entrance, just barely, and he groans, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. "but look at you. you’re so much worse, baby."
he finally pushes his fingers in, slow, knuckle-deep, groaning at the way your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in greedily. his head tilts back, lips parted, breath catching, and fuck—he just stays like that for a second, just feeling, just letting himself get lost in how tight you are, how hot, how wet.
he moves.
a slow, obscene drag, slick and messy, fingers fucking into you deep, deliberate, thumb rubbing lazy circles over your clit.
"you like this, don’t you?" his voice is low, teasing, his lips dragging over your stomach, nipping at the soft skin. "having me play with you like this, spreading you open, making a mess of you?"
he whines at the sound you make, high and needy, grinding his cock into the sheets again, his movements getting sloppier, less controlled.
"fuck, i can’t—i need—" he groans, slipping his fingers out, only to replace them with his tongue, dragging it through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.
he moans, loud, filthy, like he’s the one getting wrecked right now.
he pulls back with a gasp, lips slick with spit and your arousal, panting hard. his hands are shaking, his whole body trembling, and he lets out a breathless laugh, licking his lips, dazed.
"i’m gonna lose my fucking mind," he mutters, gripping his cock, rubbing it against your entrance, teasing, teasing, teasing. "you’re gonna let me fuck you, right? you’ll let me ruin you?"
his voice breaks at the end, a desperate little whimper, and before you can even answer, he’s pushing in—slow, deep, inch by inch, moaning the whole fucking time.
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leriexoxo · 3 months ago
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Fashion Week Secret
Idol! Felix x Manager! Reader
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Tags: smut, slow burn to explosive tension, voyeurism(ish), semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, deep voice kink, dom!Felix, full body worship, mutual obsession, overstimulation, aftercare, power shifts, minors DNI
Word count: 4k
Summary: An overseas fashion week trip. One hotel suite. Shared walls, flirty tension, and a deep voice you’ve been trying not to dream about. But when Felix catches you moaning his name with your hand between your thighs… he finally stops pretending.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
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You should’ve known better than to get so comfortable.
The hotel suite was quiet, too quiet—just the low hum of city lights filtering in through the drawn curtains and the occasional muffled sound of traffic several floors below. Felix’s bedroom door had been shut for nearly an hour, and after a long day of fittings, rehearsals, and a red carpet appearance, you were sure he was out cold.
You were his stylist, after all. You knew the toll it took on his body. And Felix? He’d barely kept his eyes open on the ride back.
So you let yourself relax. Just a little.
Your legs were folded on the plush hotel couch in the shared living area— The company had gotten a conjoined suite for you and Felix because you were the only staff aside the body guards that went with him to London. You had a wine glass half-full beside you, and your tablet dimly lit in your lap. You weren’t watching anything—not really. The book you’d downloaded earlier had taken a turn. A very explicit turn.
One page became two. Then five. Then… your hand started to drift.
Just beneath your loose sleep shorts. Just under the hem of your oversized tee. You weren’t even really thinking about it at first—just absentminded touching, grazing over already sensitive skin as the filthy descriptions poured across the screen.
Your lips parted, breath shallow. It was a slow build, not frantic, not rushed—just heat curling low in your belly as you circled your clit with lazy fingers, imagining a pair of hands that weren’t yours. Imagining lips, a tongue. Imagining a voice—
His voice.
That deep, soft rasp Felix used when no one else was around. The way he’d murmur, “You’re working too hard again,” when you fussed too long with his hair. Or the quiet chuckle he let out when you made some offhand comment and pretended it didn’t fluster you when he bit his lip in response.
That voice had been haunting you for months.
So it was only natural—maybe even inevitable—that your thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. That your fingers moved faster now, hips tilting slightly as you stifled a moan behind your teeth. You imagined him between your legs. Whispering in that voice—
“…You really shouldn’t be doing that out here.”
You froze.
Fuck.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your fingers yanked back instantly as you scrambled to yank the throw blanket across your lap. The tablet slipped to the floor with a soft thud.
You turned your head slowly, your throat dry.
Felix stood just at the edge of the hallway, half in shadow. His messy blond hair hung in his face, his grey shirt wrinkled from sleep and riding slightly up his toned stomach. One hand was braced on the wall. The other… rubbed the back of his neck like he’d just woken up.
But his eyes?
Wide open.
Focused. Hungry.
“Felix—” you stammered, breath catching. “I thought you were asleep.”
He stepped forward, his voice dipping even lower as his head tilted.
“Clearly.”
There was a pause—thick, electric silence as the air shifted. The kind of moment that cracked open all the tension you’d both been dancing around for months. Every playful tease. Every prolonged glance. Every time he called you “noona” with that coy little smile and eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing.
And now, he’d caught you touching yourself in the space you shared. Thinking about him.
Felix’s gaze drifted downward—just for a second, just enough to make your stomach flip. Then back to your face.
“You were thinking about someone,” he said quietly. “Gonna tell me who?”
Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. The heat rose fast in your chest, up your neck, blooming on your cheeks. You wanted to deny it. Laugh it off. But your body gave you away—still flushed, still aching.
“I—” you swallowed. “It was… just a book.”
Felix hummed, stepping even closer. He was standing right in front of you now, his hand sliding off the wall and down into the pocket of his sweats.
“I heard your voice,” you whispered, before you could stop yourself. “In my head. The way you talk. That deep voice… it gets to me.”
His lips twitched into something between a smirk and a growl. That voice—the one that already had you soaked—dropped to a rumble.
“You get off to my voice, noona?”
You clenched your thighs, unable to hide it. His eyes caught the movement.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, stepping closer, between your knees now. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. Letting me flirt. Laughing when I called you pretty. You knew what you were doing.”
His hands were on either side of your hips now, braced on the couch. You were trapped beneath him—not forcibly, just undeniably. His breath tickled your lips. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your mouth and back again.
“You’re gonna let me help you now,” he whispered. “Or do I have to sit back and listen again?”
You swallowed hard. Your lips parted, but no sound came out.
He didn’t touch you—not yet. Just hovered. Eyes burning. That deep voice of his was doing terrible, glorious things to your body. It wasn’t just the sound—it was the control. The way he knew what he was doing. He could see the way you trembled, the way your breath stuttered with every inch he leaned closer.
Felix tilted his head. His voice was softer now. Curious. Teasing.
“Did you say my name when you touched yourself?”
You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes dropped to his chest—his shirt hung loose over lean muscle, collar stretched just enough to expose the curve of his shoulder. You couldn’t answer.
But your silence was the answer.
His breath hitched—subtle, quiet. You would’ve missed it if he weren’t so close. His fingers curled into the cushion at your sides.
Then slowly, he reached down and touched your knee. Just a brush of his fingertips over your bare skin. Your breath caught.
“You were thinking about me like that,” he murmured, trailing his touch higher—inch by inch. “While I was asleep. In the next room.”
“I didn’t think—” you croaked, but his fingers slid to the inside of your thigh and you forgot what you were saying.
“You didn’t think I’d catch you?” he finished, eyes darkening. “Or you didn’t care?”
You couldn’t lie. Not when his hand was so close. Not when your body was betraying you in every way—your hips tilting, your skin flushed, your thighs pressing together like they could hide how wrecked you already were.
Felix didn’t move any closer. He stayed there, fingertips resting right where the inside of your thigh met the edge of your shorts. Waiting.
“I didn’t mean for you to see,” you whispered.
“But you’re not stopping me now.”
Silence. Electric. Heavy.
Then, with the faintest movement, his hand slid higher.
Your breath hitched—you grabbed the throw blanket tighter, trying to keep it together. His fingers brushed just beneath your shorts, knuckles grazing heat.
“You’re so warm,” he said, nearly in awe. His voice was a soft, reverent murmur. “Fuck, you’re wet already.”
Your head dropped back against the cushion as a soft, desperate sound slipped from your lips.
That’s when his free hand slid up your body—slow, confident, not asking. It found your throat. Not squeezing, not rough—just resting there, his thumb against the side of your neck, feeling your pulse thunder beneath your skin.
“Still thinking about the book?” he asked, his mouth hovering just beside your ear now. “Or is it me now?”
You could barely breathe. “You.”
A low hum rumbled in his chest.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He didn’t move fast. He didn’t need to. His fingers moved under your waistband, dragging through slick heat, and his exhale came out shaky this time. Like even he wasn’t prepared for how turned on you really were.
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured. “Wondered how you’d sound. What your thighs would feel like around my head.”
You gasped, knees jerking, but he held you steady with a quiet command:
“Don’t move.”
Your breath trembled. “Felix…”
“Say it again.”
“…Felix.”
He pulled back slightly just to look at you. His fingers stayed buried between your thighs, barely moving now, just resting there while his other hand still cradled your throat gently. His expression was unreadable—but his eyes were pure fire.
“You wanna cum for me?” he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped sin. “Here, on this couch? Let me hear how you sound when it’s not in your head?”
“I—” You were going to say yes. Desperately. But—
His fingers moved. Barely. Just enough to stroke you once—long, slow, hot.
Then he pulled them out.
You whimpered. Actually whimpered, your thighs twitching from the loss.
He stood, looking wrecked but smug, hand still wet with your arousal. He stared at you for one long, aching second.
Then, with that same maddening calm:
“Get some sleep, noona. Call time’s early.”
And he walked back to his room.
You didn’t sleep.
Not really.
Even after Felix disappeared into his room, even after you shut off the lights and buried yourself under the hotel blanket, your skin still burned.
The ghost of his touch lingered between your legs. His voice—you get off to my voice, noona?—looped in your ears every time your eyes drifted closed.
And the worst part?
You still wanted more.
You thought morning might bring clarity. Distance. Maybe even an ounce of dignity.
But then he walked out of his room.
Hair damp from the shower, simple black T-shirt clinging to his frame, gold chain catching the morning light—and that look.
That look that said he remembered everything.
You froze at the mini breakfast table, coffee halfway to your lips. He didn’t say good morning. Didn’t smile.
He just looked at you.
His eyes dragged over your face, down your neck, slow and deliberate. No expression. Just… watching.
You looked away first.
The rest of the morning was torture. Silent, simmering torture.
He didn’t bring it up. Not once. But every time you reached for something, his gaze followed. Every time you spoke to someone else, his body leaned just a little closer.
In the car to the venue, you sat beside each other.
He stretched his legs wide.
Your knees touched.
He didn’t move.
You flinched. He smirked—barely.
By the time you were backstage for the event—a fashion week press day and show—you were vibrating with something between shame and arousal.
You could feel it in your skin. The flush that wouldn’t fade. The phantom pressure of his hand on your thigh. The ache in your core that hadn’t gone away.
And Felix? Felix was silent. Calm. But possessive.
He didn’t let you work on anyone else. Every time you tried to adjust another idol’s collar or fix a hem, he’d appear behind you.
Watching. Close.
You’d never realized how much space he took up until he decided to weaponize it.
And when you bent down to grab a safety pin near his feet?
He leaned down too.
Close to your ear.
“Will you read that book again tonight?”
You almost dropped the pin.
That night, after the show, the energy was buzzing. Everyone was high off the crowd, off the cameras, off the compliments. The team wanted drinks. You begged off early. Claimed exhaustion.
The second you reached the hotel suite, you collapsed onto the couch. Face buried in a pillow.
You couldn’t do this.
You couldn’t keep pretending you hadn’t been caught red-handed, soaking your fingers to thoughts of him. That he hadn’t touched you back. That you hadn’t begged with your eyes for him to keep going.
You were still lying there when the door opened.
Your heart jumped.
Felix walked in, quiet as always. Door clicked shut behind him.
You didn’t look up, but you heard him kick off his shoes. Shrug off his coat. You felt it when he stopped right behind the couch.
Then—
“You avoided me all day.”
His voice was low again. Not quite soft. Not quite angry. Just… stating a fact.
You clenched your eyes shut.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Your breath caught.
He walked around the couch, coming into view, and you finally looked at him.
Big mistake.
He was still in his event outfit—tailored black pants, tucked-in dress shirt, collar loose, top buttons undone. Hair pushed back from his face. And eyes locked on you like a target.
“Did you touch yourself again last night?” he asked.
Your stomach flipped. “No.”
“No?” he echoed. “Even after I had you dripping with just my fingers?”
Your mouth went dry.
“Felix…”
He moved closer. Slow. Calm. Intentional.
“I could hear you breathing through the wall,” he said, tilting his head. “Thought you were gonna break.”
You swallowed. Couldn’t speak.
“Did you wait for me to fall asleep again?” he asked, now standing in front of you.
“I didn’t,” you whispered.
“No?” he said again, voice dipping dangerously. “So you just laid there. Soaked. Needy. Begging for something I started and didn’t finish.”
Your thighs pressed together on instinct.
And he noticed.
He leaned down. One hand braced on the couch beside you. The other slid slowly up the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair.
Then—
“You need me to finish it tonight, don’t you?”
Your breath hitched at the way he said it. Not a question, really. A statement. A dare.
He didn’t wait for an answer this time.
Felix surged forward, hand tightening in your hair as his mouth crashed onto yours—hot, hungry, devastating. Nothing sweet. Nothing soft. Just weeks—months—of teasing and tension unraveling all at once.
You gasped, and his tongue swept in like he owned your mouth.
Because he did.
Right now? He fucking did.
The kiss was messy, punishing, his body crowding yours back against the couch cushions. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling at your oversized sleep shirt—ripping it over your head like it offended him just by existing.
“You think you can sit out here touching yourself like that and walk around pretending nothing happened?” he growled, voice dangerous.
You shook your head, trembling.
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were wild.
“I said—do you?”
“N-no—”
“That’s right. You don’t.”
His hands moved fast now—palming your breasts, dragging his thumbs over your nipples till your back arched, till you were gasping like he hadn’t even started yet.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was watching you today?” he snarled. “Seeing you flinch every time I looked at you? Knowing I’d barely even touched you and you were already ruined?”
You whimpered, and he grinned—sharp, dark.
Then he grabbed your thighs, ripped your shorts down, and dropped to his knees in front of you.
Didn’t say a word. Just stared at your soaked pussy for a moment like it was the best fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Then—
“Spread.”
You obeyed instantly, thighs falling open for him, heart hammering.
He didn’t give a warning.
He dove in, mouth hot and greedy, tongue licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit that made you scream.
“God—Felix—!”
He moaned into you, hands locking tight around your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the couch as he devoured you like he’d been dreaming of it every night.
His tongue was relentless—circling your clit, dipping into your dripping heat, then sucking your clit so hard you saw stars.
And that voice—even like this, he didn’t stop talking.
“So wet for me, fuck, I knew you’d taste like this,” he groaned. “You were made for me, noona. Made to sit on my face and scream.”
You did. Again.
Your fingers dug into his hair, hips bucking, and he just groaned against your cunt like he loved it—like the messier you got, the harder he got.
“I’m gonna fuck you after this,” he said, dragging his tongue flat against you. “You hear me?”
You nodded wildly, already trembling on the edge.
“Beg for it.”
“Felix, please—”
“No,” he said darkly. “Beg like you did last night. Like a needy little slut who couldn’t keep her hands off herself.”
You sobbed.
“Please, Felix—I need it, I need you—need your cock, please—”
He pulled back just enough to look up at you. His mouth and chin were drenched. His eyes were feral.
“Good girl.”
He stood, unbuckling his belt in one smooth motion, pants hitting the floor—and fuck.
He was hard, thick, and already leaking.
“Get on your knees.”
You dropped like you’d been waiting your whole life.
But he didn’t push his cock into your mouth yet.
He just gripped your chin, tilted your head back, and let that filthy voice wreck you.
“You gonna thank me for last night?” he whispered. “For leaving you soaking and untouched like a good little lesson?”
You nodded, tongue out, lips parted.
“Then open wide, noona,” he growled. “Let me fuck that filthy mouth the way you imagined.”
Your lips barely had time to part before Felix was pushing the thick, flushed head of his cock past them—slow, deliberate, hand cradling the back of your head with possessive precision.
“You can take it,” he muttered, voice low and tight. “You’re not shy when you’re alone with your books, are you?”
You moaned, cheeks flushed, tongue lapping eagerly as his cock slid deeper. The taste of him hit your tongue—salty, hot, real—and your thighs clenched together instinctively.
“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Your mouth feels even better than I dreamed.”
Your eyes widened. You looked up.
He smirked.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about this.”
He rocked his hips, slow at first—testing your limits—but when you didn’t flinch, when your mouth welcomed him, he let go. His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked into your throat, head thrown back, jaw tense.
“Such a good girl,” he groaned. “Taking my cock like that… look so fucking pretty choking on me.”
You gagged once—he moaned louder.
“Shit—yeah, do that again. Show me how much you like being used.”
You did.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but your pussy was dripping—soaking the floor—and when you reached down to touch yourself, he didn’t stop you.
He watched.
He slowed down, panting, pulling out with a filthy pop and gripping his cock tight in one hand as he knelt to face you. His other hand slid down your stomach, under your panties, and found you instantly.
“Still wet,” he murmured like it was a reward. “Still begging.”
He kissed you then—hard and messy, tasting himself on your tongue—and dragged you back onto the couch, flipping you onto your back, knees spread wide. He stared down at your soaked center, panting like he’d been waiting for this since the day you met.
“You think you’re ready for my cock?” he asked.
“I’ve been ready,” you gasped, hips arching. “Please, Felix—”
He didn’t need more.
He lined himself up, his cock thick and flushed, precum still dripping down the shaft, and then—
He pushed in.
One slow, unrelenting inch at a time.
You both groaned—loud, desperate.
“God, you’re tight,” he panted. “So fucking tight—gripping me like you were made for this.”
You were.
He bottomed out, hips flush against yours, and stayed there for a beat—just feeling. Just breathing.
Then his mouth found your ear.
“Guess what?” he growled. “No more teasing. I own this pussy.”
And then he started to move.
Hard. Deep.
Every thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs, your nails digging into his back as he pounded into you like he meant to break something.
“You gonna cum for me?” he growled, voice wrecked and deep and so goddamn dirty. “Gonna cum on this cock like a good girl”
“Yes—yes, please—”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he whispered, sweat dripping down his temple. “Wanna hear you cry for it.”
“Felix—fuck, I’m—!”
He reached down, rubbed tight circles over your clit, and that was it.
You shattered.
Body trembling, back arched, thighs locking around his hips as you sobbed through an orgasm so intense it left you dizzy.
“Good girl,” he growled, voice cracking. “Now take mine—take it, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up—”
With one last brutal thrust, he pulled out and spilled on your stomach—hot, thick, endless. His cock twitched, and he collapsed forward, mouth pressed to your throat, body shaking with the force of it.
Minutes passed.
You couldn’t move. Could barely think.
And then— He lifted his head.
Kissed your jaw. And whispered, still breathless:
“You’re not done yet.”
He didn’t let you breathe for long.
Still hard—he pulled back, just enough to look down at your flushed, trembling body beneath him.
“Get up,” he murmured, low and commanding, one hand gripping your thigh. “Come here.”
You barely had time to protest before he lifted you—lifted you, like it was nothing—your legs wrapping weakly around his waist as he walked you straight to the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel suite.
The city glowed behind you, all glittering lights and blurred motion. You couldn’t see a thing—but if someone looked up to the 20th floor?
They’d see everything.
Felix pressed you against the cold glass, forehead to your temple, cock resting against your soaked heat, one hand palming the back of your thigh to hold you open for him.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice dripping with reverence. “Dripping down your thighs. Skin flushed. Eyes glazed.”
He leaned back just enough to drag his fingers down your collarbone, down to your breasts, and then lower—trailing lazy patterns over your stomach, your hips, your thighs.
“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
You moaned, squirming against him. He kissed your jaw, then your neck, then the curve of your shoulder.
Slow. Deliberate.
“You think this is just about getting off?” he muttered. “No, baby. I’m gonna worship every inch of you tonight.”
He set you down—not letting you fall—and turned you gently to face the window.
Then pressed up behind you, his cock sliding back in so deep it stole the air from your lungs.
“Want you to see yourself,” he whispered. “Want you to feel how good you look when I ruin you.”
His hands slid up your front—palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts.
Measured. Precise.
You sobbed against the glass, forehead resting on your arm.
“You so good like this,” he whispered in your ear. “Every part of you. This body– fuck.”
He kissed your shoulder again. Then your spine. Then lower, fingers curling around your hips like he was holding something precious.
You were precious.
Even now, even when he fucked you so good you couldn’t breathe.
“You’re everything,” he murmured. “So fucking good. So perfect wrapped around me like this.”
You felt the edge building again—tight, hot, overwhelming. And he felt it, too.
He pressed harder, gripped tighter, and his voice dropped into a growl.
“Don’t hold back this time,” he rasped. “I want it loud. I want you to cum with my name in your mouth.”
“Felix—”
“That’s it, baby. Say it again.”
“Felix—fuck—!”
And you shattered.
Your body locked up, legs shaking, hands scrambling against the glass as the orgasm crashed through you like a wave. You screamed his name, broke apart for him, because of him—and he chased your high with his own.
“God— you feel too good—gonna cum again—fuck, take it, baby, take it—fuck—”
He spilled inside you a second time, deeper than before, pulsing hot and thick with a broken groan that buzzed in your ears long after the rest of the world faded out.
You both slid to the floor.
Sticky. Sweaty. Shaking.
Felix stayed wrapped around you, arms tight, hands soothing over your hips as your body trembled in the aftershock.
“You did so good,” he murmured. “So perfect for me.”
He kissed your temple. Your cheek. Your shoulder.
“Let’s clean you up,” he whispered next. “Get you water. Warm bath. My shirt. Then we’ll sleep.”
He tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes soft now. No teasing. No games.
Just him.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
You nodded, eyes full, throat too raw to speak.
He kissed your forehead.
“I’ve got you now, noona,” he murmured.
And he did.
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Authors note: Hi guys! So there’s a new Felix fic, I’m trying to write more of him, its nit easy writing for ot8 😩 but i LOVE the challenge. You know the deill though, if you enjoyed this one please leave a like and comment, and reblog too! Thank you for 1100+ ❤️
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strayingawayy · 6 months ago
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brownie points...
...the one where felix sneaks his way into your heart through his brownies while you try to convince yourself that you hate him
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truthfully speaking, it’s not that you disliked felix. it’s just that your tummy did this stupid, annoying flop every time he grinned at you. and you hated it.
not felix, of course. just... the feeling. the way your heart did acrobatics whenever he offered you a brownie with that ridiculously soft smile of his.
and now, at the group’s annual christmas party, surrounded by twinkling lights and far too much holiday cheer, he’s standing in front of you again. holding out a brownie.
“no,” you say flatly, crossing your arms. “i’m onto you, lee. you’re trying to make me fall in love with you via baked goods, and i refuse.”
felix blinks, then grins. fucking grins and your stomach does that awful thing again. “who says i’m trying?” he asks, wiggling the brownie temptingly. “maybe i just want to see you happy.”
“ugh,” you groan, grabbing the brownie begrudgingly. “you’re insufferable.”
“and yet,” he says, leaning in just a little too close, “you’re still here.”
you open your mouth to retort, but then-
“mwah mwah,” someone chants behind you, and you turn to see minho pointing at something above your head. mistletoe.
your brain short-circuits. “who even put that there?!”
felix looks entirely too pleased. “holiday rules, sweetheart .mistletoe means-”
“don’t say it.”
“-a kiss.”
you glare at him, heart pounding. “this is stupid.”
“yep,” he agrees, way too cheerfully.
“and i hate this.”
“sure you do.”
felix’s eyes are twinkling mischievously, and before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean in and press the quickest, most no-nonsense kiss to his cheek.
when you pull back, his face is redder than the holiday decorations, and suddenly, the brownie in your hand doesn’t seem so bad.
“…so,” he says after a beat, clearing his throat. “same time next year?”
you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “shut up and give me another brownie.”
"or maybe another kiss?"
"are you trying to meet god?"
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moonchild9350 · 5 months ago
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Pillowtalk
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pairing: felix x gn!reader
genre: established relationship, angst, smut-18+MDNI
word count: 1.0k
warnings: oral (m), cum swallowing, gagging, p in v penetration, creampie, breeding, mentions of infidelity, use of term whore, mention of breakup, implied pregnancy (conception), toxic relationship
notes: little lixie drabble heh. Inspired by Pillowtalk by Zayn
please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)
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This is it, tonight it all ends Felix struggles with this phrase, his heart hammering in his chest and saliva pooling in his mouth. It’s difficult to swallow and he’s sweating bullets understanding that this will be the hardest task he’s had to do all week.
He watches you saunter over, a smirk on your face as you crawl on the bed toward him. No he thinks, don’t give me that look. Not the look of love and absolute devotion but instead one of want, need, and pure lust. Tonight it all ends…tonight it all…tonight…tonight… What is it he’s supposed to do?
He is distracted as you wrap your pretty little pink lips around his cock and begin to suck. You lick under the head and press your tongue against the slit, moaning as you taste the precum that is leaking out just for you…always just for you. Felix struggles to focus, vaguely remembering he was supposed to do something, say something, do…. But he forgets it all once more as you take him all the way, his cock hitting the back of your warm and wet throat and you let out a little sound, a mixture between a groan and gag.
He doesn’t want to look at you, knowing he’s a goner if he does, but he is weak and what harm could it do as you take him again and again in your tiny mouth. His eyes drift down to your beautiful face, one he once thought was angelic and he about comes then and there. You are an absolute wreck with tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping out and down the side of your mouth, leaking into onto your hand which aids you as you bob up and down on his cock.
The sight is one he loves and wants engraved into his brain, a memory he doesn’t want to forget. His body jerks off the bed as you take his balls in one hand and squeeze while suckling the tip, pressing your tongue into his slit over and over until he’s gripping your head just to hold it down as he lets out a guttural groan and shoots his load down your throat.
He holds you there as he thrusts into your mouth, making sure to milk every last drop of cum that he can give you. Felix loves that you take it like the good girl you are, that you swallow every last drop, not wanting to waste anything of what he gives you. As he relaxes against the pillow and breathes deeply, he feels the bed dip down as you lay next to him, giggling in a way that is music to his ears.
And for a moment, everything is well…that is until you ask him “why do you hate me?”
Felix is stunned. He doesn’t know what to say as he is being falsely accused as he always is these days. He is about to voice so when you cut him off and start shouting, getting more enraged by the second.
That’s right, Felix remembers now. It’s all supposed to end tonight, for him to be free of you for good. However, arguments and rage has never been resolved as it should be between you two but instead a catalyst, fuel to a fire that is waiting to spread out of control and burn everything in its path.
You shout and scream and hit his chest and before he knows it you're begging him to take you, fuck you, treat you like one of his whores that you are sure he has on the side.
Felix is angry, he is furious that you’d think he could share his love with anyone but you. He is enraged that he can’t even get a chance to explain.
Suddenly he gets up and roughly maneuvers you on your back, sliding your legs to your chest and spreading them wide, displaying your sopping wet pussy for his viewing pleasure. He sheaths his cock within your heat and fucks you at a fast pace, not giving you the option of easing into the stretch. Your shrieks and whines egg him on, fueling his own little fire that is now burning out of control.
He presses your legs harder against your chest and leans forward, caging you beneath him. It’s not enough however and he throws your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that spot that makes you squirm under his touch and call out his name.
He keeps his eyes on your face, taking pleasure in your fucked out expression, how you’re eating your words as he fucks you like the nobody you want to be. The sight sends shockwaves of pleasure down his abdomen and straight to his cock, causing it to twitch in your wet pussy.
As he feels his orgasm building, he catches your eye and you smirk, trying not to give into the pleasure that he knows is steadily building within you. He’s puzzled briefly until you open your mouth and utter the sentence that makes him come undone.
“Breed me full baby,” you coo, your eyes on his face as he releases for the second time tonight, this time deep within your pussy.
Your eyes are trained on him as he fills you up, as if you can look into his soul, to the very fiber of his being. As he comes down from his high it dawns on him protection wasn’t used and you are too giddy for this mishap. His cock twitches within you at the thought but only briefly, his face falling in realization.
He watches as you sneak a hand between your legs and place it on your clit, giving it a few circles until you come, your walls pulsating around Felix’s cock that is still buried within you.
You push him off of you and he lays down, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re mine forever, don’t you forget that,” you mumble as you get up to go to the bathroom.
It was supposed to all end tonight, that’s what Felix thought.
But afterall, it’s all pillowtalk…"[his] enemy and ally".
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milkteabinniechan · 8 months ago
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♡His Brother's Bride - Felix
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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST
pairing: old money! Felix x fem! reader
summary: You're to be married to a respectable, eligible bachelor to bring your two families businesses together. But what happens when you fall for the brother instead?
warnings: none really! Lots of fluff, some angst.
a/n: this is a shorter one I'm sorry! I'm still getting back into the swing of things. But I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope it shows :)
There was a lull in the conversation. A moment of silence. And that was all it took for Felix to move in closer. Closer than a friend would stand. Close like a lover, his hands came up and around your sides. His fingers traced the intricate pearls that lined the corset of your wedding dress. You held your breath while his hands continued their journey up your spine. Each passing second he was bringing you in closer and closer.
“Don't marry him.”
Your eyes trailed across his tailor made suit, soaking in every detail of the expensive tuxedo your husband-to-be had picked out for his best man. A matching suit with his brother. Why did it have to be his brother? Your father owned one of the largest wineries in the state. The only other one that even compared belonged to Felix's family. It will be good for business. Your father declared very matter-of-fact one evening at the dinner table. You would marry the eldest son of the rival company and the two wineries would merge into one giant, money-making machine of capitalism and greed. You knew the boy your father spoke of. An eligible bachelor that was handsome and worldly. But you wanted to know more. So you hatched a plan to learn as much as you could about your new fiance. When your family and his would come together to meet and agree on the fine print, you would disguise yourself as someone unassuming and blend into the crowd. 
The dinner party was a shitty mask for what was really happening. Two rich old men were about to get a hell of a lot richer. You made your way across the room and spotted a well dressed man standing alone. He had long, blonde hair and freckles splayed across his cheeks and nose. He smiled politely at a man walking by and your heart jumped for a moment.
“How's the food?” You asked, sidling up next to him.
The man paused and turned to face you. That warm smile returned but more sincere this time. “Eh. Rich people have no taste, ya know?” He scoffed and pointed over to the dinner table adorned with food that looked delicious but you knew from experience that that was far from the truth.
You held in a loud laugh that came out as a snort. “So this isn't your first dinner party then.” You teased, nudging his arm slightly and trying to ignore the obvious muscle underneath the expensive suit.
The two of you talked for the better part of an hour. You gave him a fake name and told him you were some distant cousin from across the water. He didn't pry, accepting your lie as fact almost immediately. He told you his name as well. The sound of it seemed to ring in your ears like the bells of a church. Then he told you his brother was getting married. An arranged marriage. He was getting fitted for a tuxedo just next week. You swallowed hard at the sound of arranged marriage. The words echoed coldly.
“What's he like- your brother?” You moved in close, your head cocked to the side casually.
Felix stepped back for a minute and looked across the room at where his brother was standing. His mouth quickly curled up into a warm, affectionate smile. “He's great. He's going to take great care of his new bride.” You sighed heavily. Your hand falling back onto the table while you let your shoulders relax. “Good.” You said curtly.
Felix tilts his head in confusion. His lips part for a moment as if he wants to ask you more but instead he stops and hands you a glass of wine from the table beside you. He holds it out to you, his fingers brushing against yours as you take it. A spark of electricity seems to pass between you at the touch, and he lingers for a moment before pulling back. You hold the wine tight in your hand hoping that the feeling of the cold glass will ground you and keep you from floating away. For a moment, neither of you say a word. But your eyes are screaming into his while a string quartet fills the silence between you. Felix moves on instinct, his body closing the gap as your lips inch closer to one another. You part your lips and crane your neck, all sense of social etiquette left somewhere on the other side of the world. Then an ear-splitting sound pierces through the euphoria as your father calls for you to join him. Felix's eyes shoot open as he connects the dots with who you really are. “You're the one my brother is marrying?” His voice is full of pain and betrayal. You want to apologize and tell him you can explain but your father shouts again and you follow him into his study, leaving Felix standing alone again. The smudge of your lipstick still lingering on the edge of the wine glass.
“Today is the big day! Are you excited?” Your mother buzzed around you while two women pinned your hair back tight. “Just thrilled.” You groaned back. Your mother rolled her eyes and poured herself another glass of champagne. You waited until everyone had left you alone to finish getting ready before you made your way outside onto the grass. You struggled to lift your dress and run at the same time, tripping and tumbling slightly as you moved. You just need air. You needed to breathe. To take stock of what was about to happen. What was about to happen?
“Are we running away?” A deep voice hummed from behind you. You twirled around to see Felix standing there with a playful smirk. “Just say the word and I'll start the car.” He had his hands in his pockets but he lifted his chin up towards the cars parked nearby. You smile softly. A sad, desperate laugh escapes your throat. “Sounds good. We'll be runaways together.” You whisper back, your face hanging low. Felix gently lifts your chin, bringing your face to his. “As long as we're together.”
A moment of silence. A second alone. You could feel the heat coming from Felix's body as he leaned in. Your eyes glance at his lips and then to his eyes. His hand dragging from your chin down to the back of your neck. “Before you say ‘I do’, I want to kiss you first.” Your eyes flutter closed, and he parts his lips slightly. He leans in the rest of the way, pressing his mouth to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulls back after a moment, his breath hitching as he looks at you, his eyes filled with love and affection. You pull him in again without warning, kissing him deeper. A marking kiss telling him that he was the first. That your lips belonged to him.
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strrykais · 7 months ago
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(❤︎) do you have eight minutes?
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with all the time in the world, you shouldn’t have to beg for eight minutes..
𐀔𓂃 kai's notes : im so emotional at the moment i just wanna cry. !! | back to library !
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eight minutes. that's really all you wanted. eight minutes to be able to talk to him. Just those minutes of time from someone you love to feel not alone in this moment of stress and this moment of need. you never faulted felix for never having any time. his career was important to him, you knew that going in. you just hoped that you could eventually become just as important to him again.
he made you feel special when you first started talking, maybe it was because you were uncharted territory and felix always had this need to discover new things, new places, even new people. he made you feel like diamonds shimmering in his bright light, so captivating, so beautiful.
as time passed and went on you noticed a shift in the tone he would give you, for the short amount of time he could spare. you tried not to let it affect you, how could you fault him when he was doing a lot by giving you a day.
even with the time felix and you spent together you cherished it, because when you first got together he saw you, he really saw you. now you're gripping on the last string of hope, hoping that he can see you hiding in this shell of loneliness. too scared to call out, scared of losing him, because having a little piece of him is better than having nothing at all.
then unfortunately those days turned to hours, and those hours became minutes. now you could only send messages asking if he had a few minutes to spare. all you wanted was eight minutes. eight minutes to not feel like you are alone. just eight minutes to feel like you are loved. eight minutes to feel seen, you just wanted him to see you again.
but you could never find the courage to tell him, never had the heart to reach out. worried over sending a text that could change the trajectory of y'all's relationship. you gave and gave so whats the fault in giving whatever left you had to him, to hold onto the version of felix you desperately miss.
until one lonely night, as snow falls sticking to the ground. you sit on a bench as the snow dances over your red cheeks. you watched as a random boy wrapped his scarf over a random girl, their eyes shimmering with a love you used to know, a love that has now turned cold. you decided to send that text.
“do you have eight minutes?”
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vanillaxbambi · 23 days ago
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.+*plead the fifth || lee yongbok.
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.+*pairing: domdetective!felix x psycho fem killer!reader .+*genre: smut, angst, dark concepts. .+*word count: ~1.2k
.+*contains: smut, p in v ( wrap before you tap ), mean dom!felix, degradation, dumification, hate sex, hair pulling, names: “slut, stupid whore, cock slut”, mentions of murder, loss of a parental figure, blood, unstable mental health of reader, manipulation, unaliving threats.
synopsis: Felix is working on interrogating you, his lethal ex girlfriend. you’ve become murderous after your break up and under his command, he needs to wield out a confession from you. Under methods not advised or recommended by most detectives.
m i k a 🌷: i’ve had this in my drafts since 2021…. like about time lmao. let me know what you think about this one!
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reader discretion is advised when consuming media of triggering themes. by continuing to read, you understand that what’s written below is a complete work of fiction and does not reflect felix as a person.
m a s t e r l i s t .
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How long were you going to lie to him? How long are you going to pretend that he has no affect on you?
Not to worry, Felix knew a way to force you to give into him. He knew which buttons to push to force a confession out of you. Sadly, your relationship being in ruins had to be the reason as to why he even has to take to horrible measures in the first place.
“So you’re going to tell me that you didn’t kill her?”
You smirk charmingly towards your hard at work ex, cocking your head to the side. ”Why should I tell you anything?”
“You swore to tell the truth.” Felix points to where you’ve signed.
“I also have the right to remain silent.“ You narrow your eyes, leaning back in your chair with your cuffed hands in your lap. “You know, pleading the fifth.”
“You’re sure doing a lot of talking considering you want to exercise the right to remain silent.” Felix twirls the pen in his fingers impatiently.
“Oh, I’ve pleaded for more than a fifth with you before Felix.”
Felix smirks humorlessly. Scoffing at your audacity to mention your past experiences with him. “Stop stalling and tell me why you did it. We‘ve already caught you on tape. Leaving the victim’s apartment and flicking off the security cameras.”
”Whoever did that—Sounds like a bad ass bitch to me.” You laugh, eyeing the way his fingers touched the pen in his hand. Reminding you of the many things this man would do to you. Used to do to you.
This thought brings a bitter taste to your mouth now that you remember that everything concerning your ex is said in past tense. He was no longer yours. Even when he still belonged to you in your mind.
You ball your hands into fists and he catches the shift in your mood.
This was his chance to force your motive and confession out.
“Seungmin, unlock the door. I’m coming out.”
Your heart races from his statement causing your body to sit up straight as he rises from the silver metallic chair. He was leaving. Leaving you again.
“No!” You reach out with both of your cuffed hands to snatch him back into the room, you've managed to launch yourself over the cold silver table. “You will not leave me.”
Felix lifts a questioning brow, stalling before he exits. Using his other hand to shove yours off of him. Your body lamely splays onto the cold metallic table.
"Who gave you permission to touch me?" His low, steady tone instantly sends a familiar twitch down your spine and you can't help but smile from your body's trained reaction.
"You don't get to tell me what to do." You spit out with a hiss to your voice. the venomous snake that you were couldn't possibly take long to make this man foam at the mouth.
He was, in fact, the man that used to spend hours pleasuring you so painfully. one of the many traits that drove you unbelievably insane.
Instead of giving you a reaction, Felix grips your file tightly in his hand and leaves you to be alone in your insane rage.
Felix hated being bothered by your bratty mouth. Safe to say that he was planning to crack you. pulling a double tonight would help him tire you out.
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you're gripping the table with strength that turns your knuckles white. the handcuffs restrain you and hold you in place while your body lurches forward with every thrust.
he was still just as big as he used to be—if not bigger and veinier than you remembered. his hips were moving at a pace you could only react to with shock. “jogging your memories now, y/n?”
“fuck— fuck you!” your voice sounding weaker than you intended.
his deep voice rumbles behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers interlock through your hair by the scalp to yank your torso back to meet his lips. “what do you think we’re doing, then y/n? i’m already fucking you stupid.”
“i’ll kill you as soon as these handcuffs come off—“ your mouth is covered by his palm. pressing your lips against your teeth to keep you from talking, the leverage actually helping him fuck you with more stability.
“you were always prettier when you were gagged.” felix huffs as his groans slip from his throat. deep and guttural as he feels your core tighten around his cock. “fuck— you’re still a tight fucking slut… still going to refuse admitting what you did wrong?”
your snarl is muffled by his hand. you hate that your legs feel like jelly. your tears threaten to prick your eyes and your body weak underneath his strong frame.
he laughs. actually laughs while you struggle.
it’s been a firm 30 minutes and the hum of the over head lamp echos just as much as the wet plopping and smacking noise of your bodies fill the space.
your arms are above your head, handcuffs digging into your wrists. felix roughly presses your thighs to your chest, fucking you deeper into the cold metal of the table.
at this point, tears are fully streaked down your face and he chuckles at your disposition. “ready to talk now my little cock slut?”
you manage to turn your head away from him defiantly…
years ago he had been the one to leave you in the darkest moments of your life… when you needed him the most. when the trauma of losing your abusive mother consumed you. when things stop mattering. people were voids— simply in your way.
you aren’t stupid. actually you were the entire opposite.
it took felix at least 5 years to finally catch you.
not because you were predictable, but you had gotten sloppy on purpose. the more people you encountered and killed… the more you noticed felix was drawn to stop you.
you had gotten addicted to his obsession with catching you.
this cat and mouse game that used to be fleshed out in fantasies of the bedroom now translated into the rush of murder and mystery.
you were the murderer and the mystery of what you’ve done was felix’s chase…
deep down in your heart. you just wanted to be pursued. to be held close and told that nothing you did mattered. as long as you stayed with him…
this moment?
is the closest thing you would get to that assurance.
his cock deep inside you. molding your walls to every vein and curve of his shaft. hands all over you, manhandling your limbs to bend to his will.
your liquids leak out of you as you both near a precipice of orgasm….
“you know,” felix was so warm… so close and vicersally with you. god, this intimacy was such a trance. a drug you could endlessly inject yourself with. “i’ll keep fucking you as long as that pretty mouth tells me all your dirty little secrets… how does that sound, y/n?”
his voice was like melted chocolate in your ear.
anything for you felix… “please—“ you plea, brain melted. thoughts abandoned. intimacy at it’s peak. “don’t stop.”
“will you tell me everything, baby??” he slows, causing you to whine and reach for him.
“yes, please! felix don’t fucking stop!” you sound pathetic but at this point, you didnt care.
he was with you.
he finally caught you.
and after years of running… maybe it was worth it. this was your reward.
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“she murdered her out of jealousy.” felix stares at you blandly as he explains to the prosecutor. as if you never mattered. as if he didn’t fuck you for 3 days straight. as if your love didn’t matter.
the low growl that leaves your throat is a warning before you thrash against your handcuffs. using all your might to lunge forward. you were going to kill him. “ you fucking bastard! i’ll fucking kill you when i get out!” the sting of your wrists are dull compared to the burning of your entire head. trying to wrap around the thought of him stabbing you in the back.
“miss y/n,” felix tilts his head, indifferently. like your display of betrayal was trivial. “good luck trying to kill me behind bars.”
your wrists are bleeding now. you’re still thrashing and gnashing your teeth, with hot tears ripping down your face.
the prosecutor yells over to someone.
a second later, your body seizes.
electrical currents flooding your nerves and muscles.
stunning your body into a limp pile on the cold cell floor.
guards collect your limbs before placing you into the chair. the last thing you hear before you pass out is felix’s stupidly deep voice:
“now, you be a good girl for me while i’m gone…”
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moonlight-sunrise-channie · 9 months ago
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❀Stalker!Felix Thoughts❀
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Warnings! : stalking, panty stealing, manipulation,
Stalker Thoughts Series : Bang Chan - Minho - Changbin - Hyunjin - Han - Felix - Seungmin - Jeongin
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Stalker!Felix who's your boy bsf
Stalker!Felix who is very touchy with you, but it's okay! Because you both are best friends (even though sometimes he'll find his hand tracing closer and closer to your core)
Stalker!Felix who finds ways to rile you up in the day and listens to you touching yourself through the wall of your shared apartment, sharing that same blissful moment with you
Stalker!Felix who steals your thongs and panties just to touch himself with them (double points if their already worn, he loves to smell your sweetness)
Stalker!Felix who doesn't act happy when you find a boyfriend
Stalker!Felix who cries to you saying your 'boyfriend" threated and hurt him (but really he was the one threating and beating your boyfriend up
Stalker!Felix who sports a big purple bruise on his cheek but that night when washing his face, it washes right off revealing his dirty secret
Stalker!Felix who waits and waits for you to finally acknowledge the hot tension between the both of you, but you don't
Stalker!Felix who takes it upon himself to kiss you hungrily, no reason in the moment, he just needed you to know he loves you
Stalker!Felix whos over the moon when you finally want to be his girlfriend. His, and his only...
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seungmonggg · 1 year ago
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STONER!FELIX
Stoner!Felix that loves to invite you over to chill and puff a little. Texting you randomly to pick you up.
Stoner!Felix thats known you since kindergarten, always having had a soft spot for you and your cute smile.
Stoner!Felix that gets incredibly horny as soon as the weed clouds his senses and all he sees and smells and hears is you you you.
Stoner!Felix that can‘t keep his hands to himself anymore after you confess to having had a crush on him since high school.
Stoner!Felix that finger fucks you into oblivion on the old couch he has in his living room, moaning with you as you cum again and again on his fingers.
Stoner!Felix that fucks you into his couch after making you cum countless times. Whispering about how fucking good your pussy is for him.
Stoner!Felix who’s moans get raspier the closer he gets, groaning into your ear that he‘s gonna cum inside ‚to mark his territory‘.
Stoner!Felix that lays with you in his arms after having the best sex of your lives, lighting up another blunt for you two.
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I CAN‘T SKAHEVFKXH.
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thenewblackcanvas · 2 years ago
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I saw a video on twitter and now I can’t stop thinking about it with skz members:
Stroking his cock while you hold his head as he sucks your chest
Felix and Jisung would be the softest and most sensitive. You would run your fingers through his hair as you coo at him, the juxtaposition of your sweetness making him more sensitive to the feel of your hand on him. He would suck on your tits lost in the sensations and whine each time you teased his cock. He was a whimpering until he came while he grabbed your wrist tight to stop you from continuing. ‘Aww look at the mess my baby made’
Seungmin would love it but would be an asshole(affectionate) about it. He would love the comfort and the feeling but the minute he could get his bearings he would make it his mission to turn it around on you. He would suck harsh marks into your skin as he laughed and said lustful things to melt you but every now and then you would remind him who had control with a squeeze to his dick or speeding up to take his breath away. Right as he was about to cum you would pull your hand away and grab his wrists together so he couldn’t keep going. When his orgasm was gone he would look up at you with frustrated tears. ‘So cute, you thought you were in control, min.’
And of course Chan. I couldn’t leave out our leader. When he was stressed to his limit you would gesture for him to get comfortable with his head on your lap and let him clear his mind as you comforted him. You simply played with his hair or stroked his cheek until he started getting antsy. He probably didn’t even realize his arousal at first until you slid your hand into his pants. Gentle touches drove his brain further into retreat from all his stress. His whine at how hard he was made you fully grasp him. You stroked slowly at first building the euphoric feeling, leaning over to press kisses over his face. The more he moaned and whined you speed up, softly praising him in his ear. ‘You work so hard. You deserve to cum don’t you? Go ahead baby’
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leriexoxo · 3 months ago
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Angry Boys - Felix
Bronze Again?
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Tags: unprotected sex, rough/angry sex, light humiliation and degradation, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, power imbalance (consensual), overstimulation/ mild dumbification, smut, MDNI
Word count: 1.5k
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
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It started off stupid. Harmless.
Felix had just lost a match. Lost it bad.
You could tell it was over the moment his headset clattered onto the desk—tossed like it personally betrayed him. His bottom lip jutted out in a pretty pout, brows furrowed while he mumbled curses under his breath. Onscreen, his death recap played in slow motion, like it wanted to mock him, too.
From the living room, Changbin’s laugh cracked loud and sharp.
“Yo! Bronze Yongbok’s back, baby!”
Then Jisung chimed in, wheezing: “Uninstall, man. Even Hyunjin could out-frag you at this point.”
You were curled up on his bed, watching the drama unfold with mild amusement. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, trying not to giggle.
But then you said it. The one thing you didn’t mean to say aloud:
“Maybe I should carry you next time, baby. Could boost you to silver—at least.”
The silence that followed?
Heavy. Absolute.
Your gaze flicked up just in time to catch Felix turning from the monitor, slow and mechanical. His brows didn’t move. His mouth didn’t twitch. But his eyes—those pretty, doll-like eyes—hardened into something unreadable. Cold. Controlled.
Like you’d just hit a switch you didn’t know existed.
“You think that’s funny?” he asked quietly.
You paused, phone still in hand, trying not to smile. “Kinda…”
His jaw tensed. Just once. “You’re teasing me in front of them?”
“Lix, I—”
You didn’t even finish.
He stood up.
Snatched your phone right out of your hand, tossed it onto the desk hard enough to make it bounce, then grabbed your waist with one hand and hauled you into his lap as he dropped back into the gaming chair.
Your heart raced. Your breath hitched.
This wasn’t playful.
“Felix—?”
“You like teasing me, yeah?” His voice dropped lower, now a hiss. His hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to hold his stare. “Let’s see if you think it’s still cute when I make this whole dorm hear how fucking diamond I can be.”
You didn’t even see him coming.
One second your shirt was still on—then Felix was yanking it over your head, fast and rough, tossing your phone aside like it disgusted him. You gasped as your back hit his chest again, body hauled into his lap like he owned you.
And god—he did.
“I said,” he growled, low in your ear, “you like teasing me, right?”
His fingers slid beneath your waistband, not even bothering with finesse. Your breath caught as he shoved your panties to the side and palmed your bare heat—already soaked. You tried to clench your thighs, tried to stop your hips from moving, but his legs were spread wide beneath you and you were pinned open.
The chair creaked.
From the living room, you could still hear Jisung laughing, Changbin talking over him.
They had no idea what was happening in here.
Not yet.
Felix kissed your shoulder, slow and mocking. “Door’s open,” he whispered. “Say something smart now.”
You froze.
He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing—what he wanted them to hear.
His hands gripped your hips and rocked you against his cock, still hard and straining in his briefs, dragging up along your folds. You whimpered, trying to hold it in—but that made it worse. He just groaned, biting down on your neck as you squirmed.
“Aw. Embarrassed now?” he teased. “Didn’t sound so shy when you were running your mouth earlier.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth, but he caught it and pinned it behind your back with one hand.
“Nope. They’re gonna hear everything.”
He tugged your shorts down just enough to get access—just enough to ruin you—and then he was pushing in. No warning. Just heat, pressure, stretch.
You cried out.
Loud.
Changbin’s laugh stuttered. Somewhere, something clattered.
Felix smiled.
“Oh, they definitely heard that.”
Your scream still echoed down the hallway when Felix shoved in all the way.
No mercy. No patience. Just punishment.
The chair slammed against the floor, jerking under every snap of his hips. Your thighs trembled on either side of his, one foot slipping off the armrest from how hard he was fucking up into you. Slick sounds filled the room—sticky, wet, obscene—and they were nothing compared to your voice.
Because you were loud. So loud.
And outside?
Not a single sound now.
Jisung had stopped laughing.
Changbin had gone dead quiet.
Not even a breath from the hallway.
But Felix wasn’t satisfied.
He fisted your hair and yanked your head back, growling into your ear, “Scream louder. Let ‘em know who fucking owns you.”
You shook your head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how much you needed him, how deep he was, how wrecked you already felt.
“Felix—Felix, please—”
“Please, what?” His teeth grazed your throat. “Please stop?”
You were panting now, moaning through your answer. “No…”
“That’s right,” he hissed, driving into you harder. “So take it. Take every fucking rank I’m giving you.”
He slapped your thigh, spreading you wider. Your legs twitched, overstimulated and locked into his pace. Your voice cracked on a cry, and then—
“Fuck!”
It ripped from your chest without your permission. Raw. Desperate.
A slam from somewhere down the hall. Footsteps scrambling.
Felix grinned.
“There it is,” he laughed, fucking into you harder. “Dorm’s finally listening.”
You reached back blindly, trying to grab his wrist—tap out, slow him down, something—but he only caught your arm and pinned it behind you again, pushing you down onto the desk this time, folding your body in half.
“Who’s bronze now?” he growled, hammering you into the wood.
You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe through the way you were unraveling, overstimulated and crying his name.
Felix dragged your face up by the hair and made you look at the open door.
“You wanna tease me in front of them?” His voice was sharp, furious, filthy. “Let them see who you belong to next time.”
And just like that, you came again—loud, messy, broken.
And somewhere in the dorm, a door closed.
Maybe in horror.
Maybe in shame.
But you and Felix? Didn’t stop.
You didn’t remember falling limp.
One second you were full of him, legs shaking, throat raw from screaming—
The next, you were in his arms. Warm. Floaty. Boneless.
Felix held you against his chest, one arm locked around your waist while the other gently pushed your hair from your sweaty face. You could still feel him inside you, twitching with aftershocks, but he wasn’t moving now. Just keeping you close. Letting you breathe.
“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, his voice hoarse but gentle now.
You managed a nod—barely.
“Did so good,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “So fucking good for me.”
Your cheek pressed to his collarbone, heartbeat thudding wildly. You were exhausted, sore, thoroughly used—and so impossibly turned on by how soft he was suddenly being.
Then…
From down the hallway, a door creaked. A cautious footstep.
Felix grinned against your skin. “Thought I told them to shut the fuck up.”
You groaned. “Felix…”
“They heard every second of you begging,” he whispered proudly. “Bet they’ll mute their mics for the next week just to avoid hearing you again.”
Your face burned, burying into his neck. “You left the door open on purpose?”
“Maybe,” he smirked. “Next time, you gonna call me Bronze in front of the boys?”
“…No,” you muttered.
“What was that?”
You sighed, louder. “No, Felix.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He kissed your shoulder, easing you off his lap. His hands stayed on you, rubbing your back while he reached for a towel from his desk drawer—God help you, he had that shit ready.
As he helped you clean up, you glanced toward the door—still wide open.
“Do you think they saw—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Felix interrupted. “You’re mine. Let them hear it. Let them know.”
He tugged one of his oversized hoodies over your head, guiding your wobbly legs back into bed. Then he dropped a kiss to your thigh before climbing in behind you, arm draped over your waist.
“…Still wanna carry me next game?” he asked, lips brushing your ear.
You exhaled a laugh. “Not unless I want to die.”
“Smart girl.”
You didn’t say anything after that. Just lay there, chest rising and falling, still throbbing with aftershocks while Felix curled around you like he hadn’t just ruined you for life.
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writingforstraykids · 2 years ago
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Make some room
Pairing: Chanlix x femReader
Word Count: 604
Summary: After a long day, all you want is to cuddle up with your husband. Until your other husband comes along, wanting the same thing.
Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, husband!chan, husband!felix, domestic stuff
A/N:@miuracha💕
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You relax deeper into your husband's arms, smiling as he fondles down your arms and intertwines your hands on your stomach. You can feel his ring against your hand, once more reminded that this is real. You, feeling like a nobody and unworthy of love your whole life, are married to Chan. He plants soft kisses on your hair and shoulder, cuddling you even closer as you both don't really pay attention to the movie but to your shared comfort. 
"Did Lixie say when he'll be back?" you ask curiously. 
"Why am I not enough?" Chan asks, and you can practically hear him pout. 
"Channie, angel," you laugh and roll your eyes playfully. "I'm just wondering. You know how much I love having you both home." 
"I know, I know," he giggles and kisses your cheek fondly. "He said he wouldn't take too long today, whatever that's supposed to mean." 
"Definitely earlier than when you say that," you tease him, and now it's Chan's turn to roll his eyes. 
"Charming, baby girl," he laughs. No matter how much he pretends to be bothered by your teasing, both of your heads shoot up at the sound of the front door opening. 
Felix drags himself into the apartment and beams at the sight of you both. "Look at you two," he smiles and immediately joins you on the floor, practically throwing himself on top of you. 
"Someone's clingy," you giggle. 
"Don't judge me, missed you two," he explains himself tiredly and Chan reaches down to ruffle his hair adoringly. 
"Hey, hubby," he smirks, and Felix hums softly. "Had a good day?"
"Was alright," he mutters and glances up at you. "Make some room? Wanna cuddle too," he pouts. 
You giggle before scooting to the side a little and making space for him. Chan laughs as Felix cuddles right into him, grabbing your hand. "Such a baby." 
"I'm the youngest, fuck off," he grins and pokes your side. 
"No fighting, you two," Chan smirks amused. "You both want cuddles; I have enough love and space for both of you."
Felix giggles and leans over, stealing a kiss from you. "My beautiful Y/nnie," he says and fondles your hair. "You look so cute in my sweater." 
"Thanks," you mumble, blushing heavily at the compliment. You're still so easily flustered with them that it's ridiculous. 
"Look at her blushing," Felix giggles, and Chan glances down at you, cooing at you. 
"It's so easy to make you blush, baby," he giggles delightedly. 
"Fuck off, both of you," you protest half-heartedly, melting on the inside at how excited they get about making you blush. 
"We love you too, cutie," Felix smirks before attacking you with kisses all over your face. 
You try to get away, giggling and yelping in protest as Chan holds you back with a whine. "No leaving, baby girl," he states. "Felix only got here; I still wanna cuddle my babies." 
"Fucks sake, I'm married to two clingy dumbasses," you sigh playfully, annoyed, but cuddle right back into him. You pull Felix into your hug and kiss his fluffy blonde hair. "Glad you're back home." 
"Me too," he smiles. 
Chan kisses both of your heads and squeezes you tightly. "I love you two, but shut up now; I don't wanna miss the movie." 
"As if you paid attention so far," you snort at him but do as he says. 
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A comfortable silence settles in the room between the three of you, and Felix is soon deep asleep in your arms. You have never felt as safe as you do with them, and you wouldn't trade a second.
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moonchild9350 · 1 year ago
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Can We Worship You?
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Summary: Your boyfriends Hyunjin and Felix just want to spend some time worshipping you...and your tits.
Pairing: est. relationship idol Hyunjin x fab reader x idol Felix
Genre: smut 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 815
Warnings: nipple play, nipple orgasm, mxm action
Notes: Hyunjin and Felix's lips. that's all lol
I hope you like it! If so consider a reblog, comment, or like! ♡
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It was a typical Friday for you, snuggled in bed watching movies with your boyfriends. Hyunjin was curled into your side, his head on your chest while Felix was on the other side, his hands intertwined with yours.
You had a blanket over all three of you, feeling nice and warm. You were so engrossed in the show playing on the screen that you missed the little silent conversation your boyfriends had, little smirks on their faces.
Felix disentangled one hand from yours before softly dragging his fingers up and down your leg causing you to shiver at his touch. You thought nothing of the action until you felt Hyunjin shift next to you, moving his head to bring his lips to you jaw, pressing wet kisses along your skin.
You moaned, before looking at each of the boys, “what are you doing loves?” You asked.
They looked at you with hope in their eyes. “Need you baby,” Felix whimpered, scooting closer to you, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.
Hyunjin hummed in agreement, shifting slightly in his spot. “Wanna suck your tits,” Hyunjin asked, poking out his bottom lip and looking at you with wide eyes.
You nodded your head before reaching to take your shirt off, your lovers watching your every move in anticipation. Freed of your shirt, you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, your tits spilling out once freed.
“Here you go loves,” a smirk on your face as you looked at each boy. Their eyes were trained on your tits, neither of them blinking.
Felix was the first to burst out of his reverie before he began dragging his fingers against your skin, you shivering at the feeling. He repeated the motion again and again before dragging his finger up to your areola, circling it. He brought his hand to your other breast, giving it some attention. You let out a soft moan, turning your head towards Hyunjin, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was messy, as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. He pulled back, a trail of spit connecting your lips.
He grinned before reaching down to grab your breast in his hand, cupping the flesh. He looked over at Felix who nodded and grabbed your other breast, the two boys massaging your tits. Your head fell back on the pillows and you closed your eyes, relaxing at their touch as they worshipped you.
You opened your eyes to see Felix lean down to blow on the nipple, the bud hardening. He pressed his heart shaped lips to the nipple, before wrapping his lips around it. Hyunjin followed suite, wrapping his plush lips around your other nipple, sucking on the bud. You mewled at the sensation, as both boys suckled, little moans falling from their lips, the vibration sending shocks down to your core. You could feel your arousal dripping out of your pussy, soaking your panties, as you clenched around nothing.
You were lost in the pleasure your boyfriends were giving you as they licked and nipped at your tits. Spit dripping from their mouths, causing a glossy sheen as they devoured the flesh, each suckle bringing you closer to the edge. You watched as they desperately moved their hips, humping the blankets below them. Threading your fingers through their hair, your held their heads to your chest as they continued to lick around your nipples. Your moans echoed louder throughout your room, as you felt your orgasm building, your pussy clenching again and again.
Hyunjin and Felix knew you were close, listening to your moans, feeling you slightly rock your hips beneath them. So in tandem, they bite your nipples hard, the pain sending you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard. You yelled out at the pain, your high spreading through your body, starting at your core as it traveled through your legs and up your belly.
They continued to lick and suck, soothing the pain away as you came down from your high, their hips picking up speed as they rutted into the bed. Hyunjin lifted his head from your breast and yanked Felix’s head up by his ponytail and slammed his lips against his, kissing Felix desperately. You watched your boyfriends kissed, a messy affair of spit dribbling from their mouths. The kiss went on for a while, all tongue and clashing of teeth before Hyunjin pulled back, his lips red and swollen.
Felix looked at you before laying back down in your arms, as you immediately cradled him to your body. You beckoned Hyunjin to join, the older boy laying down next to you once more.
“I love you both you know that?” You said as they nuzzled closer to you.
They both murmured I love you back, as they looked up at your face. You thought you should return the favor, after all they know how to please and worship you so well.
“Now, how about I return the favor,” you said.
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milkteabinniechan · 2 months ago
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★Boyfriend Felix Drabble***
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***what happens when your boyfriend surprises you with a special phone call?
“Are you missing me, baby?” Felix whispered low into the phone. His deep voice somehow sounded impossibly deeper than usual. You sat up in bed, swallowing hard before you answered. He loved that lingering silence between words. The bated breath, the suspense, he smiled wider at every passing second.
“Yes, of course I miss you.” You cooed, letting your voice raise a few octaves.
Felix groaned softly, vocal cords vibrating and stomach flexing. “Oh yeah? How much?”
You could hear the heat as he spoke. Like electron volts being sent as fast as possible to your core. “So much…” you mumbled, your other hand already traveling down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts.
The shorts you had told your boyfriend you were wearing. The shorts you had described as ‘light blue and extra short’ with the hem of them kissing just below your inner thighs.
“Then why don't you slip your hand down those pretty little shorts of yours?”
He always knew. He could always sense that tonal change in the way you spoke to him. Those breathy syllables that pierced his eardrums and drove him wild. You hummed back a soft “mhmm” and he was rapid. He pressed his phone to his ear and held it there with his shoulder so he could use both his hands to rip off his belt as fast as possible. Once the belt was out of the way, then came the annoying zipper to his pants and finally the cumbersome boxers that held back his already throbbing cock.
“Mmm and how wet are you already, my baby?” His voice vibrated down your skin. You slid your middle and index finger between your legs and opened your lips, collecting a generous amount of wetness to bring to your clit. “So wet already, Daddy.”
The trigger word. Like a gun literally being cocked and fired into the open air without a care to who it could hit. Felix moaned shamelessly loud into the receiver, his hand moving in a steady motion up and down his cock, with the occasional lingering on his tip. He was sensitive tonight, his tip already red and leaking impatiently, he wasn't sure how much more he could take.
“How about you stick two fingers in that soaking cunt and you imagine their mine? How does that feel?” Felix had skipped the playful banter and gone straight to the dirty talk. Your pupils widened and your skin felt white hot. You quickly did as you were told like a good, obedient puppy. Because you loved being good for him and fuck all if you didn't love the fucking praise that came with it.
“Mm’feels so good…” you moaned seductively into the phone, your words muddled from your heavy breathing.
“That's a good girl. I'm so proud of you.”
Your head fell back against your headboard and you almost let yourself pour over the edge from those words alone. But instead your fingers moved faster, your moans grew louder. your cunt squeezed and pulled at your fingers just desperate for what she actually wanted: Felix’s cock. You closed your eyes and imagined the feeling. Stretching, slipping, slamming. The way he would flip you over on your stomach, pull you up by your hips, and piston into your pussy like no one else was allowed to have it.
In your imaginative trance you could hear Felix groaning and grunting on the other end of the phone. You pictured his head right by your ear while he had you bent over and needy.
“I want you to beg me to come. Beg me for it, my baby.” He growled into your ear. You were so close already, so near the finish line that you didn't know how long you could hold on.
“Please…please…please! Please can I come?!” You shouted into the phone, begging and squirming like your life depended on it. You were riding your fingers but in your mind you were taking all of Felix's cock like the good girl you were. In your mind you were feeling every inch of him disappear inside of you, filling you completely.
Felix's hand was a blur. He thrusted himself into his hand over and over again, blood pumping, heart pounding. He was hungry for you. For your taste, your smell, your body, your face. “Louder, puppy. I can't hear you.” He snarled into the phone, his own hips becoming clumsy and erratic with desperation. He needed to hear you really beg for it. Needed to hear that pathetic cry in your tone that told him you were his.
You could feel necessitous little tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes. You had selfishly moved your fingers to your clit and rubbed frantically. You could feel the sensitive bud press against your fingers aching for a climax, a release.
“Please Daddy! Fuck…. Please!!” You screamed louder than before. Like a petulant child demanding their reward. “I've been so good…” you were quick to add, because we'll, fuck. It was true.
Felix felt his cock pulse in a few quick successions against his palm, a sure fire sign that he was ready to blow. He held the phone close to his lips with one hand while his other finished him off with practiced precision. “Come for me, my baby. But make it a big one. Let me hear you…”
His words like warm silk wrapping you tightly along your entire body until the cord snapped in your stomach. Your fingers, ounces vigorous and aggressive, now slowed to an easy pace to let every muscle constrict impossibly tight before relaxing like water against your bed sheets.
Felix sat up on his knees, balancing himself on top of the bed. He had one hand on the mattress while the other pumped his cock, focusing on his tender tip until all he could see was your perfect face. Your mouth opened, your tongue splayed out. A pretty pink canvas for him to paint with everything he had in him. He milked himself dry, imagining every inch of your face covered in his seed.
“You…did so good for me, baby. Daddy is so proud of you.” He huffed out, throwing the comforter into the laundry basket in the corner. “I miss you so fucking much. And next time, you're fucking me, you hear me?”
You giggled softly into the receiver, a pink hue hitting your cheeks and tinging the tips of your ears. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say.”
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nocturnalstarlet · 1 year ago
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thinking abt bf!felix catton today!!
bf!felix who takes you to your favourite boutiques and sits in the little seat in the changing room watching you try things on because he’d miss you too much if he was standing outside the changing room.
bf!felix who loves watching you try on your little outfits that he knows wouldn’t be appropriate to wear to dinner with his family but he likes the way your eyes light up and you twirl for him in front of the mirror to show him all the angles of an outfit you love.
bf!felix who literally doesn’t let you do anything by yourself even if you tell him that you can because you’re his and he wants to show that he can take care of you. you have not held a single one of your library books nor your own bags if you ever take one out with you.
bf!felix who loves to take you out to clubs and parties so that he can show you off to all of his friends and pull you closer when you dance under the multicoloured strobe lights.
bf!felix who holds your shoes in one hand while holding your hand in the other when your feet get tired of dancing in them and making sure to give you the best massage when you get back from a night out.
bf!felix who showers you in kisses day in and day out. kisses on your forehead, kisses on the palm of your hand, kisses on your cheeks, kisses on your lips that linger but it never feels like long enough for him.
bf!felix who walks up to you when you’re having a conversation with someone else in the courtyard and announces his presence by wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.
bf!felix who pouts whenever you call him anything other than a nickname. “it’s literally your name, felix” “i know but please stop calling me that.” :(((
bf!felix who loves to say “my” before calling you his wide array of pet names. my love. my baby. my darling.
bf!felix who needs your attention every second and who fully pouts if he doesn’t get it.
bf!felix who likes to lay his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair, especially when it’s getting longer and he knows he needs a haircut but you always tell him how much you like it longer.
bf!felix who leaves you embarrassingly bad but adorable little love letters and cute drawings on the corners of your papers with your favourite pens that you have to hide in your dorm (because he steals them from you).
bf!felix who is the sweetest, kindest, most generous bf you could ever ask for. who you understand more than anyone else ever will. and he knows that you have always seen all of him and loved him unconditionally which quite frankly he’s just not used to.
ur honour i love him such a normal amount-
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Felix stands there, visibly shaken, his breaths uneven as he struggles to find the right words. His rough hands are trembling slightly as he rubs them together, almost as if grounding himself for what he’s about to say. When he finally meets your pained eyes, they’re shining with unshed tears, and his deep voice breaks before he even gets the first word out.
“Y/Nnie… I don’t know how to say this without sounding completely wrecked, but here I am, and I don’t care. I’ve never cared less about how I sound because… I need you to know this.” He exhales shakily, pressing a hand to his chest like the weight of his emotions is too much to hold in.
“I know your past feels like a thousand cuts that haven’t healed. I know you’ve been let down, left behind, used in ways you never deserved. And I can see it—how you look at me sometimes, like you’re waiting for the moment I’ll turn into just another wound for you to carry.” His voice cracks again, and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.
“But y/n, I’m not here to hurt you. I can’t hurt you. Do you know what it does to me to see you carry all that pain like it’s yours alone to bear? It kills me. It kills me because I see you, standing there, pretending you’re fine when you’ve been through hell. And the worst part? You’ve convinced yourself that’s just how it has to be. That you don’t deserve more. That you don’t deserve someone to hold you through it.”
Felix takes a step closer, his small hands trembling as he reaches for yours. “I know I’m not perfect. God, I’m so far from it. I have my own scars, my own baggage, and I’ve made mistakes that keep me awake at night. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: I love you. And not in some shallow, fleeting way. I love you in a way that terrifies me because it’s so deep, so absolute, that I don’t even know where I end, and you begin anymore.”
His voice softens, his light brown eyes locked onto yours as if his gaze alone could convey the depth of his feelings. “You are my soulmate, y/nnie. My beginning, my middle, my end. I’ve never believed in fate, not until I met you. But now, I can’t look at you without thinking that every step I’ve ever taken was leading me to this moment, to you. You’re the love of my life, y/n, and no one will ever take your place. No one could ever come close.”
He pauses, his raspy voice thick with emotion, and wipes his eyes, frustrated with himself for falling apart. “I know I can’t undo what’s been done to you. I know I can’t erase the times you were made to feel like you were nothing. But y/nnie, I can spend the rest of my life trying to show you that you’re everything. I don’t want to just love the pieces of you that are easy to love—I want the parts that scare you. The parts you think are too broken, too messy. I want all of it, all of you.”
Felix lets out a shaky breath, his grip on your fragile hands tightening. “And if you’re scared, that’s okay. I’m scared, too. Scared that I won’t be enough to heal those wounds. Scared that you’ll never believe me when I tell you how much you mean to me. But I’ll tell you anyway. I’ll tell you every day if I have to. Because you deserve that. You deserve someone who doesn’t run when things get hard, who doesn’t make you feel like you have to prove your worth. You deserve someone who sees you, baby—all of you—and chooses you every time.”
He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a serene whisper, but it’s thick with raw, unfiltered emotion. “You don’t have to believe me right now. You don’t have to love me back the way I love you. But just… let me try. Let me show you that this can be different. That I can be different. That love doesn’t have to hurt anymore.”
Felix exhales sharply, his forehead resting against yours now, his tears finally spilling over. “I’ll wait, y/nnie. For as long as it takes. I’ll wait, because you’re worth waiting for. You’re worth everything. You’re the only one I’ll ever want, the only one I could ever love like this. You’re my everything.”
He presses your delicate hand to his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heart. “This heart? It’s yours. It’s always been yours, even before I met you. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many doubts try to pull you away from me. You can question this, you can question me, but I will keep showing up, every single day, because that’s what love does. That’s what soulmates do.”
His voice breaks slightly, but he keeps going, the raw sincerity in his words cutting through your high walls like nothing ever has before. “So please, y/n, stop punishing yourself for the past. Stop believing the lies that say you’re unworthy or unlovable. Because you are. You’re everything. And I’m here to remind you of that, over and over, until you believe it, too.”
Felix leans his forehead against yours, his raspy voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m yours, baby. Always. So, no matter how scared you are, no matter how hard this feels, just… let me love you. That’s all I’m asking. Let me prove to you that this time, it’s real. That I’m real. That we’re real.”
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