#felix hard thoughts

[milkteabinniechan]

Sweet Treat - Felix

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pairing: best friend! Felix x fem! reader

summary: what happens when your best friend accidentally eats some aphrodisiac chocolate and can't control his urges? Will you help him out?

warnings: aphrodisiacs, nipple play, size difference, size kink, mommy kink, org@sm denial, dom reader, dacryphilia, overstimulation, begging, mind break

a/n: *cough cough* this story is purely self indulgent.

“I'd have you on your knees calling me Mommy in two seconds” you chortled, shoving Felix with your arm while your thumbs worked like lightning over the PlayStation controller. Felix always won at these kinds of games. Two characters going head to head, smashing each other's faces until one was headless and spraying blood everywhere. It was times like this, where he was kicking your ass for the hundredth time, that you wondered why you even invited him over in the first place.

“Fatality.” Felix boomed. His character landing a deadly final blow to the chest, sending your guy flying across the screen headless and pathetic. “Now what were you saying about me calling you Mommy?” He smirked, the cocky grin on his lips infuriatingly attractive. He returned the shove from earlier before crossing the living room towards the kitchen. He searched the cupboards loudly for something sweet to snack on. His victory treat he called it. Arrogant prick. You tossed your controller into the seat next to you and groaned obnoxiously. Your eyes wide and pitiful. You make your way to your room to find a new game, a game you may have a chance of winning.

You return to the living room and see Felix on the couch. His face was a bit flushed as the two of you made eye contact. “You okay, Lixie?” you asked, your voice coated with concern. Felix moved in his seat for a moment, his stomach flexing under his t-shirt. He blushes deeply, his face turning a bright shade of red as he stammers nervously. “Oh, um, yeah I'm fine. Just, uh, kinda cramped up from sitting for too long I guess.”

Your eyes wandered shamelessly down his waist to his lap. Felix’s cock was throbbing painfully in his sweatpants, all swelled up and begging to be released. Of course, hiding a massive cock wasn't easy. You knew he was a big guy, you had caught glances every once and a while, but you didn't know he was that big.

[flwrkissed]

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑁𝑜𝑛-𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑂𝑛𝑠 𐙚

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut MDNI

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: where we talk about the sexual and non-sexual things that turn the stray kids members on (fem!reader)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: praise, teasing, begging, oral, soft domination, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, corruption, innocence kink, thigh/voice/name fixations, control, messy kisses, pet names, and light degradation.

𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦!

Bang Chan's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Black lace lingerie — Something about delicate, see-through black lace clinging to your curves makes his brain short-circuit. He loves how sinful you look while trying to act innocent. Bonus points if you wear thigh-highs with garters. He’ll grip your waist and whisper, "You're really doing this to me right now?"

• Being called Daddy in a soft voice — He doesn’t always ask for it, but when you drop it in your breathy moans, he loses it. Especially when you’re being a good girl and looking up at him with those eyes. Yes, those eyes — you know the ones.

• When you’re already soaking before he even touches you — There’s a moment of stunned silence when he feels it. Then comes the low chuckle and the, "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, baby?"

• You riding him in a skirt with nothing underneath — He gets feral when you take control, especially if you lean in and whisper exactly how good he feels. Bonus: when you bounce and the little skirt keeps flipping up? Game over.

• Waking him up with head — It’s not even fair. He’s half-asleep, barely aware, and then your mouth is on him? Yeah, he’s moaning your name in under a minute. Will absolutely return the favor tenfold.

Bangchan's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You in his oversized hoodie, hair messy, no pants — It’s not sexual... until it is. Something about that domestic image makes him want to ruin you on the kitchen counter.

• Watching you take care of yourself — Skin care, journaling, eating your vitamins — he’s genuinely turned on by how soft and healthy you are. Says it makes him want to protect you, then proceeds to pin you against the wall.

• When you defend him in arguments — He's used to defending you. But when you flip the script? Oh, he’s obsessed. Low-key looks at you like you just proposed.

• You humming while doing chores — He walks by, hears you humming, and suddenly he’s watching your every move like you’re the most fascinating creature alive.

• You resting your head on his lap — Soft touches to his thigh, a quiet little yawn, and your lips brushing his skin? He’ll be hard in 30 seconds and trying to hide it like a gentleman. Key word: trying.

Minho's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Breathless whimpers — Especially when you try to hide them. That quiet gasp when he fingers you just right? He leans in close, grinning like the smug menace he is, and whispers, "Don’t hold back. Let them hear."

• Overstimulation — There’s nothing he loves more than seeing your legs trembling and hearing you say "I can’t" — only for him to keep going until you cum again anyway. "One more," he says, every time. "For me."

• Bondage — He doesn’t even need fancy ropes. Just your hands tied with a scarf and that helpless look in your eyes. He lives for control.

• Calling him sir in public subtly — It’s a dangerous game, but when you pull it off in a whisper while keeping your face all innocent? His grip on your thigh tightens. That’s your only warning.

• Cockwarming — He doesn’t even care if you finish. He just wants you sitting on him, needy and stuffed full while he makes you wait. Like the teasing sadist he is.

Minho's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Playing with his cats — The way you baby Soonie, Doongie, and Dori? You’re basically proposing. He’s already imagining you living together.

• When you don’t take his sass and throw it right back — He’s a menace, but when you sass him back with a smirk? He short-circuits and considers proposing on the spot.

• Your back when you’re putting your hair up — That stretch. That sliver of skin. Every damn time. It’s like you do it on purpose.

• When you laugh at his dumb jokes even when they’re bad — He pretends to hate it. But he secretly thinks you're the only person who gets him.

• Your hands in his hair — Pet him. Scratch his scalp. Stroke the back of his neck. Just know you’re not getting up again until he's done using you as a pillow...or something else.

Changbin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Praise kink — Call him a good boy and watch him melt. Say it while you're moaning, and he might cum on the spot.

• Thigh riding — He loves watching you grind against his thick thighs like you can’t help yourself. Bonus if you end up leaving a wet patch — he’ll tease you for it while looking so damn proud.

• Public teasing — Whisper something dirty in his ear at a restaurant and watch his face go red. He’ll get his revenge later — expect to be face-down in the sheets the moment you get home.

• Mirror sex — He’s obsessed with watching you watch yourselves. Especially when he’s got a hand around your throat and you’re whimpering his name. “Look how pretty you are when I ruin you.”

• Your mouth — Doesn’t matter where. Kisses, oral, whispering filthy things — if your mouth’s involved, he’s obsessed.

Changbin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• When you get excited about your hobbies — He loves seeing you geek out about your passions. Will sit and listen with the dopiest grin like you’re the most interesting person on Earth.

• Wearing his gym shirts — They’re huge on you and smell like him, and the sight makes him feral. Don’t be surprised if you get pulled into his lap.

• When you compliment his body without being shy — You grabbing his arms like, “Damn, baby”? Instant ego boost. Instant hard-on.

• Cooking together — You’re just chopping veggies and he’s behind you grabbing your waist like, “God, I’m so in love with you.”

• Snuggling into his chest while he’s sweaty — He’ll pretend to complain but secretly loves that you find him comforting even when he’s all gross from a workout.

Hyunjin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Slow, sensual makeouts that turn filthy — He loves building tension. Tongues, teeth, gasps — he’ll pin you against the wall mid-kiss just to see you breathless.

• Body worship — He wants to kiss and touch every inch of you, praising every curve and scar. "So pretty, baby. Mine. All mine."

• Choking kink (light) — He doesn’t do it too rough, but when he places a hand on your neck and you moan? It flips a switch.

• Being teased until he begs — Yes, he will beg. Tease him slow, whisper how desperate he is, and he’ll be whining your name like a prayer.

• Spit play — It’s filthy, it’s messy, and he loves it. You spitting into his mouth? Immediate collapse.

Hyunjin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You letting him paint or sketch you — You're lying there, bare or not, and he’s staring at you like you’re a masterpiece.

• Dancing for/with him — It could be goofy or seductive. Either way, he’s got heart eyes.

• When you touch his face gently — Stroking his cheek? Fixing his hair? Babying him? He melts.

• Back hugs while he’s lost in thought — Sneak up and wrap your arms around him. He’ll lean back into you with the softest smile.

• Wearing his jewelry — His rings, his chain — it makes him feel like you’re marked by him. You know what that leads to.

Jisung's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Dirty talk — from you — Whisper something filthy and watch him glitch. He tries to match your energy but usually ends up whimpering.

• Desperate kisses — The kind where your hands are in his hair and it feels like you’ll die if you don’t touch him. He gets off on the intensity.

• Messy blowjobs — The wetter the better. Tears, spit, your hands gripping his thighs — he might lose it before you even finish.

• Calling him your pretty boy — Stroke his ego while you ride him and he’ll literally cry.

• Your hands down his pants while cuddling — He loves sneaky touches. Gets flustered but never stops you.

Jisung's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Sharing food with him — Especially when you feed him bites from your fork. Boyfriend behavior.

• Laughing at his jokes — Whether they’re hilarious or awful, he thrives on your laughter.

• Playing with his hair — Scratch his scalp and he’ll purr. Literally.

• Matching pajamas — He acts like it’s silly but takes secret photos of you and stares at them when he’s stressed.

• When you fall asleep on his chest — He won’t move for hours. Claims he doesn’t care but will tweet “someone loves me fr” an hour later.

Felix's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Praise kink (giving) — “That’s it, sunshine. Just like that.” Felix lives to see you glow under his words. You moan louder when he praises you, and he absolutely takes advantage.

• Eye contact while you’re on your knees — His voice drops when he sees you looking up at him. “You’re so pretty down there,” he breathes, brushing your hair back to get a clearer view.

• Temperature play — He loves dragging an ice cube down your skin or warming his hands and resting them between your thighs just to see you squirm.

• Mutual teasing until someone snaps — He’ll flirt, you’ll flirt back, and the moment turns into a game of who can break first. Spoiler: it's usually him.

• When you moan his name — Something about you purring out “Lixie” in that soft voice? He goes feral. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you know it.

Felix's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You calling him pet names in your sleepy voice — Baby, love, sweetheart — if you say it half-asleep while snuggled into him? He’s yours forever.

• When you bake for him and let him lick the spoon — Domestic Felix is activated. Bonus: if you let him smear chocolate on your lips just so he can kiss it off.

• You clinging to him when you’re scared or nervous — He puffs up like a protective guard dog. And afterward? He holds you tighter than usual.

• Soft humming while you do your skincare — It’s calming, cozy, and Felix will watch from the bed like he’s witnessing an angel.

• Cuddling with your legs tangled under a blanket — He rubs little circles into your calf and whispers about how much he loves your warmth.

Seungmin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Power play (him being in control) — He looks soft, but the way he grabs your chin and says, “Use your words, or I’ll stop,” proves he’s anything but.

• When you whimper while trying to stay quiet — He’ll smirk and lean in, voice low: “Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me hear you.”

• You getting bratty — He loves a little challenge. You roll your eyes? He’ll have you begging in five minutes.

• Dry humping while fully clothed — There’s something about the friction, the teasing, the way you grind on him with all your clothes still on. Torture — delicious torture.

• Your hands clutching at him — His hair, his back, his shirt — any desperate grab is rewarded with a deeper thrust and a dark chuckle.

Seungmin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Matching socks — You didn’t even do it on purpose, but when he notices? He files it under “reasons we should live together forever.”

• You roasting him back — He teases. You tease back. He gets fake-offended, but secretly he’s thrilled you can keep up.

• Your sleepy voice when you first wake up — It’s all raspy and soft and makes his heart clench and pants tighten.

• When you instinctively reach for his hand in public — He won’t say anything, but his thumb will rub slow circles over your knuckles for the rest of the walk.

• The way you fold his laundry without being asked — Domestic acts of love? They hit him right in the chest. And yeah, he absolutely rewards you later.

Jeongin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Innocent-looking lingerie — White lace, pastel sets, anything that looks soft and sweet? He’s drooling. The contrast between how you look and how filthy you get wrecks him.

• Topping from the bottom — You whine, “Please, Inn-ie,” while guiding his hands exactly where you want them? He shudders. Thinks about it for days.

• Being called “baby boy” during soft dom moments — It flips a switch in him. His eyes go wide, ears go red, and his hips start stuttering.

• When you gasp his name during foreplay — Not loud, not forced — just a soft, needy “Innie…” and he’s already tugging his shirt off.

• Your thighs wrapped around his waist — He holds on tighter, thrusts deeper, and kisses you like he’s starved.

Jeongin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You being confident in yourself — Whether it’s how you dress, speak, or carry yourself, he looks at you like you hung the moon. “Damn. That’s my girl.”

• Cuddling while watching cartoons together — You fall asleep on his chest mid-episode? He’s not moving for hours.

• The way you baby him when he’s stressed — You stroke his hair, call him sweet names, kiss his forehead. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel safe.

• You sharing your hoodie with him — Bonus if it smells like you. Double bonus if it’s oversized and he drowns in it.

• When you compliment his voice — Whether he’s singing or talking, your compliments make him shy — but they also make him want to sing you to sleep that night.

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[sanakimohara]

Just a little heads up this is what Felix’s hands look like…

They looks so soft but at the same time he could choke you pretty hard (but you didn’t hear that from me) also someone said he’d probably like to grope a lot just to feel warmth in his hands (you also didn’t hear this from me) but yeah I just love the look of Felix’s hands

[crazynonsensicalbitchcore]

kissing the camera with the tongue out is crazy work

and afterwards he was like “I did it cause I love stays smmm~ 🥹🥹”

HUH 😃

I mean I love him but he had to know it was hella suggestive right 😭

cause like…you didn’t have to slip us the tongue…but you DID

he’s so hot he can stick his tongue down my throat anyday

[hyuny-bunny]

skz + types of p*rn they watch (w/links) pt 2. maknae line

MDNI (+18) content warning: p*rn, nsfw links, mentions of rough sex, use of female anatomy, most afab reader terms. hentai, sub male dynamics, edging, tentacles, oral (both m and f receiving), public, corruption, size kink, spanking, pet names (miss, princess, slut), p*ssy slapping

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on the first one i'm so glad i get to make a part 2 hehehe enjoy ☺️

a/n: if the links are not working for you, you may need the app as most are not compatible with a web browser

pt. 1 hyung line

jisung: hentai... that's it. kidding (kinda). in all honesty i think he gravitates to hentai. he enjoys the over exaggerated tits, ass, cum, cocks, moans, etc. but i think he really likes tentacle hentai. i could 1000% see him buying a tentacle grinder to rub his pretty cock on. but if he's not in the mood for that, i think he's one for sub male porn. he wants someone to put him in place and use his pretty cock, edging him until he can't take it. in the same breath he also needs praise. he just wants to be a good boy for you

rewards for being a good boy

his favorite hentai 🤍

"you're such a good boy, jisungie, give me one more and then you can cum, okay?" this was hannie 5th orgasm ruined. he was a whimpering, crying mess under you but all he could utter out was "y-yes miss"

felix: i know so many people think he's just a sweet sweet boy who is all rainbows and sunshine but id argue he just hides he's cheeky side. he's a flirt and knows it, it's all masked under his love for physical affection. i think he leans more into porn where the male is being serviced more. i think he goes feral for those under desk blowjob videos. everytime he's at his desk gaming, he coaxes you into giving him head while he plays. he's also keen on a bit of exhibitionism, having you wear pretty skirts and sundresses that give him easy access to use you.

another underdesk moment

public teasing

"please princess, i promise this will be the last game and if i lose im all yours for the rest of the night" felix pats his lap with this. he'd promised you that if you blew while he played this game & he lost, he'd throw in the towel to be all yours for the night. you weren't gonna cave that easily... right ?

seungmin: my sweet puppy. i think he wants to believe he's more dominant then he actually is. i love mean dom seung but i also love submissive puppy seung. depending on his mood, alternates between mean dom porn or sub male porn. when he's leaning into his mean dom side, he loves watching a whimpering slut begging for her holes to be filled. reminding him of all the times he got you begging him to touch you, having you ride him with your hands bound.

subby seung being edged

rough seung using you

"please seung, just use me, i'm yours baby please use my pussy." seungmin had been playing with your pussy for the last 30 minutes with your hands bound and he casually scrolled through his phone.

"sorry pup but that just cost you another 5 minutes, if you stop being such a whiny slut i'll give you want but you have to behave." he winds his hand back landing a slap on your pussy with that.

jeongin: this man does things to me. he's a switch no doubt but my god does he love to dom. he gives me the vibe that he watches JAV. he really likes the shy timid girls being corrupted from start to end. the ones that like to be touched in public, fucked into submission. granted with as tall as he is, he also has a size kink. more so now with as muscular as he's gotten. he likes the idea of having you bent over and his lanky legs are towering over you while he's got you head locked to moan directly in your ear.

pussy hungry jeongin

spanking + playing w you

jeongin's tongue was a blessing and a curse, he'd been latched to your cunt since you walked into his room with no breaks. the lapping sounds of his tongue was enough to make you cum but he wouldn't allow it. every now he'd pull back to give your lips a sloppy kiss and then continue his ministration between your legs, holding your thighs open with his shoulders and hands.

[binniesbobastay]

Felix - Sugar, Warmed-Over

Stray Kids - Felix x afab!Reader

@sydsownworld this one's for you 🫶🏻 srry it took me so long to write for felix, oops...

photos from pinterest

Tags: 18+ content, minors dni, smut, exes to lovers, fluff, a little angst, mentions of food/germs/hospitals, oral (f and m receiving), protected sex (reader on pill), cream pie, language, female anatomy mentioned for reader.

wc: 4.5k

🪐 You move back to your hometown after being away at school to complete your residency. You run into your ex boyfriend, Felix, at your favorite childhood bakery he took over and turned into a cafe before one of your shifts.🪐

You stood outside, gawking furiously at the sign of the new coffee shop that replaced your favorite childhood bakery. "Spring Day Café," it read, surrounded by cute little sketches of cartoon flowers and baby chicks. Disgusting.

You had a 12-hour shift tonight as part of your residency, which, ironically enough, you had been assigned to the hospital in your hometown for. It was just an hour outside the big city where you went to medical school. You could have stayed at your apartment there, but after taking a look at your already sky-high debt, you decided it was probably better to take a break from paying rent and avoid spending so much on gas for the commute. So, you moved back in with your parents, planning on only staying there for the six months of your residency, and then you'd go to another hospital... preferably on the other side of the country.

You were in desperate need of a pick-me-up before your shift. The bakery belonged to Mr. Owens, one of the town's beloved residents. It used to be the place where you'd get your favorite cookies when you were a kid, and then it turned into the place where you got your favorite cup of coffee in high school and on weekends when you would visit from college. But like Mr. Owens... the bakery was gone.

Its remains were now taken over by one of those trendy Korean cafes, which you had no idea how a place like that could have ended up in a small town like this. You could go to the local Starbucks, but it was a few miles drive and in the part of town that gets a lot of traffic in the evening. The bakery was only a couple of blocks from the hospital. So, you decided to grin and bear it, finally going inside before people started thinking you were going crazy for having beef with a building.

The bell above the door rings when you enter, and the sweet/bitter smell of sugar and coffee fills the air.

"Welcome to Spring-" You freeze in your tracks at the sound of a familiar voice pausing as it welcomes you in. When your eyes adjust from the setting sunlight, you see him. The warm, brown eyes of your ex-boyfriend stare right back at you.

"Felix..." you murmur. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well," he says in that deep voice of his, "any changes to your order since I last saw you?"

You shake your head, snapping out of your initial shock to answer him, "uh... just... skim milk instead of 2% now."

"Ah, healthy now, are we?" He teases. You scoff in response.

"Shut up." He just chuckles, gesturing to a high top in front of the register.

"Sit, I'll have it right out for you." You think about saying something else, but words have somehow left you behind at the moment. You sit where he tells you to and leave him to work. A little while later, he sits across from you, passing you an iced coffee, just how you like it. You can't help the fond smile that comes across your face.

"You remembered."

"I did... stopping here before school every morning with you will do that." He responds. Your eyes flicker up to his, noting the sparkle in them. You lean in, lips wrapping around the straw as you take your first sip. You close your eyes in bliss as the sweetness washes over your tongue. Miraculously, it's even better than the coffee you used to get at the bakery.

"How is it?" He asks. You let out a dreamy sigh.

"It's like... warmed-over sugar... like heaven..." He grins at your rambling.

"You know, that's not really a term, right? Because sugar is caramelized whenever it's heated up..." You roll your eyes.

"Whatever, smartass. Shouldn't you be working? Why are you sitting around on the job?" He shrugs.

"Well, I'm the owner. So, it's safe to say I can do whatever I want." You go silent at this. It makes sense. Felix was one of Mr. Owens' favorite employees around the bakery.

"Owens...?" Felix nods.

"He left it to me..." You think back to the cartoon baby chicks on the sign. You didn't realize in your "rage" how familiar they were. The same ones that Felix was always doodling in his notebooks at school.

"Well, I'll be damned. Felix Lee... small town business owner." You remark. He smiles and shrugs.

"Why not... move to the city and open up a place like this? Wouldn't it do better?" You question.

"That was the plan, and I'm actually looking into opening a second location there... but after Mr. Owens passed on, I knew I couldn't let him down." Your heart swells at this.

"Still sentimental, I see." He just shakes his head, but continues to wear the same playful smile.

"So... how's it been? Being back in town?" He asks. You raise a brow at him. "Mum said you were here for your residency."

You nod. That checks. Word often gets round before you know it around here.

"It's... been an adjustment. I can't lie," you admit. He nods, understanding as ever.

"I'd imagine." You nod back. Then silence washes over as the adrenaline from a first meeting in so long begins to wear off. Your mind begins to reflect on all the obvious, eyesores of events that have happened between high school and now.

You had gotten your undergrad two states over, desperately craving a change in scenery. Felix decided to stay here and save up working at the bakery, swearing that one day he would go to culinary school and open up his own restaurant, something he had always wanted to do. You two agreed to do long distance, but that eventually fell through. When you broke up, you promised you would revisit things after you were done with school. Four years later, you went to med school an hour away and never called him or thought to visit him when you were home. You don't know why you didn't... You still don't. After all, it's not like you ended on bad terms, and he was a more than amazing boyfriend. Better than any of the flings you had away at school. He loved you; you loved him. Maybe you still did.

"But, it's just for my residency. Then I'll be able to go wherever I want." You finally break the silence. He gives you a small smile, but you swear you can make out a sadness in his eyes that makes your stomach churn with guilt.

"You'll get through it. I know you will. You were meant to do this." He tells you. Your eyes soften at him before you glance down and check the time.

"I uh- have my shift in half an hour." Felix looks down at his lap, and you can see the disappointment despite nodding, understandingly.

"Maybe we can do more of this while you're here." He looks at you, hopefully.

"Yeah. We can." Maybe now is your chance to make up for never reaching out to him. He smiles at your reply, the freckles dusting his cheeks lifting as he does. He makes you another drink to go. It's on the house, along with the one he made you earlier. But you slipped a few dollar bills into the tip jar when he wasn't looking. You give him a hug, and he still smells like the bakery, just like he used to. You then go on your way, ready to brave whatever the hell an emergency room in a small town can bring.

~

Twelve hours later, 6 o'clock in the morning. You walk out into the hospital parking lot after clocking out. Your feet ache with each step, and you feel like you're about ready to peel off your skin, covered in layers of sweat and oil. All you want to do is curl up in bed and never come out again.

You throw your bag into your passenger seat, plopping down into the driver's. You change out of your hospital shoes into your spare ones before sitting back. You let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes as your head flops back onto the headrest. Maybe you should be reflecting on what you learned tonight... or maybe you should be trying to pry the graphic things you witnessed from your mind... but all you can think about is Felix. He hasn't left your head since you walked out of the cafe.

And that's why, instead of pulling out onto the street and heading home, you turn into the gravel parking lot on the side of the building. You don't know the hours, but the lights were on when you drove by, so you figured you would give it a shot. You step out of your car and walk up to the front door. There he is, dressed in his sweater, jeans, and apron... ready for the day. He's adjusting a small vase of flowers at one of the tables before he looks up and sees you through the window. He looks surprised. You can't blame him; you probably look like a ghost just standing there in your grimy scrubs.

"Hey," he greets, voice soft, when he unlocks and opens the door, "did you have a good shift?"

He doesn't question why you're here before the cafe is open. He just wants to know if you had a good shift, his first concern being you, and that alone just makes you want to fall back into his arms.

"Yeah. Long, tiring- but good." Then you just stand there, staring at him like a fool. You shake your head as the rashness of you being here finally gets to you.

"I'm- sorry. I don't know why the hell I came. I'm gross and covered in hospital germs. I definitely shouldn't be around any type of place that serves food. I'll, um, I'll let you get back to opening." You're about to turn away and go back to your car when he gently takes your arm.

"Hey, no. It's okay, come in. It's just me here right now," he pulls you inside, closing the door behind you, "are you okay?"

You let out a deep sigh and nod.

"I'm fine. I just- I'm exhausted," you hesitate, "and I just couldn't wait to see you again."

You're completely zeroed onto his face at your confession, but his expression is unreadable which makes you nervous. You watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down when he swallows.

"I live in the room upstairs. Would you like to-"

"Yes." You interrupt him, and you see a glimmer in his eyes. He smiles and cocks his head towards the small hallway at the back of the cafe. You follow him to the end of it, which leads to some rickety stairs. At the top, there's a door that opens to a small, cozy apartment. It screams Felix in there. Everything is bright and warm, even in the early hours of the morning, when the sun is barely up.

"It's nice in here," you comment, taking in the quaint space.

"Thanks." The two of you stand there awkwardly, another heavy silence encapsulating the room. You finally decide you can't stand it anymore.

"Do you resent me? Like, at all?" Felix is taken aback by the sudden outburst of your question, his brow furrowed.

"Why would I?" You huff, throwing up your hands.

"I don't know. We said we would reach out to each other again once I was finished with school, but I never did. And I was only an hour away these past four years, and I-I never called, never texted, never tried to see you again. Do you hate me for that?"

You see his jaw clench, not necessarily in frustration. You can just tell he's thinking.

"A phone works both ways, you know? I didn't call you either." You sit with his words for a minute. He was right. But you were the one who left, so you never really thought about it that way.

"Do you resent me for that?" he asks. Your eyes soften.

"No, definitely not." He nods, and you think you see his shoulders drop slightly in relief.

"I don't either." You feel yourself settle as closure begins to finally set in.

"Why didn't you call me?" you ask him after a beat. He averts your gaze.

"I-I figured I should just let you move on. I know how much you wanted to get away from here. Even after hearing you were an hour away, and later even after hearing you moved back into town...I just thought it was better to let you be. He hesitates before looking back up at you as he continues.

"I know, realistically I probably wasn't, but deep down... I couldn't help but think I was some part of the reason you wanted to leave so badly. I mean, I had no desire to do anything else with my life like you did. I know I talked about culinary school, but I was just trying to match your ambition." He swallows, thickly.

"The truth is, I was more than content to grow old and die here, working at the bakery," he gives a dry laugh, "And because of that, I felt like I was keeping you tethered here, and that's why you wanted to break free."

Your heart shatters. All this time, he thought he was the reason you left when that couldn't be farther from the truth.

"Oh Felix, I swear, you are the furthest thing from any of the reasons I wanted to leave," you begin, "Felix, I would have gladly stayed here with you if... every time I was in this town I didn't think about the group of girls that made fun of me for how I looked in my prom dress, or the science teachers that never believed in me, or my complicated ass relationship with my mom..." you swallow the lump in your throat.

"You were one of the only good things about my life here. And I'm sorry I let all the things I hate about this town push me away from you."

He listens, eyes glossy, as you speak.

"I know you had a hard time growing up here. I was happy to see you get out because I knew that was best for you," he pauses, "and I'm sorry that I couldn't find the will to go with you, or the courage to embrace change. I'm just- sorry."

You nod, letting out a soft sigh.

"So, we're both sorry for things we're not actually mad at each other for. That's the consensus?" You both let out a huff of amusement.

"Can't stay mad at someone I still love so much..." Felix murmurs, setting your heart ablaze.

"Felix..." You whisper. He then steps closer, about to reach out and touch your face when you stop him.

"I'd- love to do that, believe me, I would," you tell him, "But I'm kind of a walking biohazard right now."

You both break out into a fit of laughter, a nice change after all the things unspoken were finally no longer left hanging in the air.

"Tell you what then, you go get out of those clothes and have a shower," he steps closer, voice lowering, "that way, I can finally kiss you all over. Then you can get some sleep here. What do you say?"

You feel your stomach flutter at the offer and you bite your lip.

"You have a cafe to run. I don't want to impose." He smirks.

"I have other people working here, you know? Managers who probably know what they're doing more than I do, actually." Your lips quirk up in a smile.

"Are you sure?" You ask, to which he tilts his head, insistently.

"You're my girl, you never stopped being my girl. Let me take care of you."

~

So, you take Felix up on his offer, knowing you were two damn exhausted to drive home anyway. He gives you a plastic bag to set your scrubs in. You step into the shower, letting the warm water and vanilla-scented body wash melt away the tension and aches in your muscles. Once you're done, you get out and dry off with a towel before wrapping it around your body. When you step into his connected bedroom, he's sitting there on the edge of the bed waiting for you.

He's changed into a t-shirt and sweats, eyes roaming over your body as if they're mapping out each water droplet on your skin. Beside him sits a pile of folded clothes, probably for you. He takes one look at them and tosses them onto the chair nearby.

"You won't be needing those yet." You smirk, stepping closer.

"I won't?" You ask, playfully. Felix returns your smirk, reaching out and pulling you closer by your waist until you're standing between his legs.

"Nope." His hand slides up, taking the edge of the towel and tugging at it until it falls, pooling around your ankles. His usual warm eyes darken.

"Fucking finally," he murmurs, huskily. His hands splay over your hips before he leans in and presses a few open-mouth kisses to your stomach and over your ribs. You bite your lip, brushing your fingers through his hair that he dyed blonde junior year, and never went back.

He growls against your skin, pulling you to the bed, making you gasp. He pins you to the sheets, hovering over you and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, supporting his weight with one arm as he uses the other to slide up your side and cup your breast. This earns a moan from you, arching into his touch.

He nibbles your bottom lip before moving to press kisses to your jaw, down your neck.

"Missed those pretty noises," he murmurs, finding your pulse point and sucking a mark there. His fingers softly pinch your nipple as he does.

"Fuck, Felix." You whine, feeling him smirk against your skin.

"Always so worked up right when I begin to touch you." He leans back to take off his shirt. You're already panting for breath as your eyes flicker over his toned torso, reaching your hand out to touch him there. You feel him stiffen under you at first, like he's getting used to it again. But then he relaxes. He takes your wrist, bringing the inside of it to his lips.

His hooded eyes never leave yours as he kisses up your arm, until his mouth hovers over your breasts. He gives both of them the right attention, kneading them, licking and sucking. It's enough to have you pressing your thighs together in need of more. He leaves one last kiss between the valley of your breasts before he moves down the bed, propping up on his knees.

His slim fingers enclose your foot, gently massaging it.

"Been on your feet all night, yeah, love?" he whispers, his earlier hunger subsiding a bit, replaced by tenderness. You watch him, giving him a hazy nod. He hums, kissing your ankle. he spends some time massaging your limbs before he finally settles between your legs, parting them gently.

Your breath hitches as you feel him leave a kiss below your navel, lips traveling along the outside of your pussy. But he doesn't make you wait for long before he's slipping his tongue through your folds. You let out a moan you hadn't realized you were holding back.

"Mmm, tastes so good," he kisses your clit, "like warmed-over sugar." You smile when you realize he's repeating your conversation from yesterday.

"You know that's not really a term," you tease him back. He snickers, leaving a sharp bite on the inside of your thigh before going all in. He devours you, encompassing you with his lips, his tongue vigorously flicking against your clit when he isn't sucking on it. Your thighs tremble on either side of his head.

"Felix!" you cry out, fingers clawing at his sheets. He groans against you in response, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. Your hands then thread through his hair when his tongue slips inside you, nose continuing to nudge at your sensitive nerves. You know it won't be long before you fall off the edge, so you give his hair a warning tug.

"That's it, angel," he whispers into your wetness, "let go for me." You don't have to be told twice as you feel the tightness in your core snap, calling out his name. He gives your folds light strokes with his tongue to help you ride it out, gently pulling away when it's over.

He nuzzles against your thigh, lips ghosting over the skin there as he peers up at you.

"You okay, angel?". You flash him a breathy smile.

"What do you think?" He just chuckles and crawls back up your body. "Almost forgot how good you were at that."

He grimaces as if the memory of his former skills is painful. "Trust me, I've gotten better."

"Oh?" Your brow raises. "You think so?"

"I'll let you be the judge of that." He leans in, kissing you again. You hum against his lips when you taste yourself. His kiss is more tender this time, and he lingers there for a few moments before you gently push him onto his back, moving on top of him. He looks up at you, surprised.

"What are you up to?" You grin up at him, your lips brushing against his jaw and then down his neck and chest.

"What? A girl can't return the favor?" you ask, feigning innocence. You feel him shiver as you scatter kisses across each one of his abs.

"I should be taking care of you. You're the one who was working all night," he remarks, yet he makes no move to stop you. You smile, teeth nipping at the skin above his waistband, before you nuzzle against his hardness through his sweats. This earns a low moan from him, his eyes fluttering shut, his plush lips parting.

You slowly begin to tug down the fabric, letting his cock spring free. You get them down to his ankles before your own impatience takes over. You wrap your lips around his flushed tip, carefully hollowing your cheeks around him. A deep groan fills your ears as a reward.

"That's it, baby. Just like that," Felix whispers into the dimly lit room, the rising sun barely peeking through the curtains. You make a small noise against him before starting to take him deeper into your throat.

"Oh, good girl," he hisses, wrapping his fist in your hair so he can guide your movements. The room echoes with the obscene sounds of your wet mouth around him. Your neck and shoulders begin to slightly ache again, but you push through it. The possessive feeling of his hands in your hair is too good to stop now.

"Fuck, angel. Please. I need to fuck you now. Need you so bad." He guides you off of him. He grips your chin after pulling you back, wiping the wetness away from your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Mmm, such a good girl. Getting me all nice and ready for this sweet pussy." You whimper, and before you know it, he has you on your back again. He slots himself between your legs, reaching down to give himself a few pumps before running his tip against your folds. You grip his arms, nails slightly digging into his tan skin.

"Yeah, can I go in like this?" he asks between breaths, rubbing a few circles around your clit.

"Yeah..." you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck, "...on the pill."

He nods before pressing against your entrance, slipping into you. You moan at the stretch it brings.

"Shh. I got you, angel," he whispers in your ear, leaving kisses around the shell of it. He doesn't move until you tell him to, setting a steady space. He props himself up on his arms on either side of your head so he can watch your face.

"So fucking pretty like this. You're so beautiful." He pets the top of your head, picking up the pace. Your breath hitches, legs wrapping around his waist.

"Mhmm, good girl," he angles his hips, thrusting harder, "you remember how I like it. Fuck, you still take me so well."

"Felix," you moan, pulling him down for a kiss. He gladly obliges, your tongue sliding against his. He slams into you harder, abusing the sweet spot inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

"Fucking hell..." you groan, trembling beneath him. He smirks, running a hand along your hip, down between your legs. He starts to softly rub at your clit, contrasting with the rough movement of his hips against you.

"Gotta make you come for me again, sweet girl," his low voice drips into your ear, "come on, you can do it."

His words already begin to make you tighten, stars dancing across your vision.

"F-felix... please..." you whine. He shakes his head.

"Told you, angel. I got you," he whispers, "never letting you go again."

He rubs your clit a little rougher, sending you over the edge for a second time. He groans when he feels you clench around him. In a few more thrusts, he's right there with you, spilling deep inside of you.

He stays like that for a while, face buried in the crook of your neck, as he catches his breath. Your fingers run lightly up and down his back as you catch your own. Later, he moves to lay beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"I love you," you whisper. You hear his breath still under his chest, and he cranes his neck to look down at you, "I don't think I ever stopped."

"I love you too," he whispers back with a smile, "I know I never stopped."

He kisses your forehead, and you kiss his lips. You let out a deep breath, settling back down on his chest.

"So, I guess we just suffered a case of right person, wrong time?" He hums thoughtfully.

"Yeah, guess we did." A beat passes and you begin to hear the sounds of the town waking up outside.

"Do you think it's the right time now?" He smiles.

"Yeah, I do," he mumbles into your hair.

~

A year later, you're lying in his arms just like that in your new apartment with him. The two of you moved back to the city where you went to med school and you were set to become a doctor at the hospital there. Felix opened up that second location for his cafe and he just enrolled in culinary night school. There was a ring he picked out for you waiting in the dresser beside your bed that you didn't know about yet.

So, he wasn't wrong; it was the right time now.

A/n: Hi! It's been fun getting back into writing :) I think I'll keep at it and change my blog a bit. Hope you enjoyed! Please please please reblog & comment if you did! Thank you!

[pixie-felix]

Lee Felix Definitely Doesn't Have a Mommy Kink.

Word count: 1.5k

Content: mommy kink, edging, tiny bit of bondage (just wrists), very mild dirty talk (because Felix is a good boy), begging, crying, hand job, blow job, cowgirl... I'm going to hell aren't I?

Heavily inspired by this by @emdaudied

Smut under the cut. Minors dni.

“I do NOT have a mommy kink.”

Felix is so cute when he pouts. Even when he's lying.

“That's not what you said last night…”

“It was ONE TIME.” You love teasing him so much. He turns such a pretty shade of pink, he's all glowy. Not even covering his face with his hands can hide it. “It was just one time.”

“It was literally last night.”

“I was distracted.”

“You were distracted… thinking about your mommy?”

The look of horror on his face as he realises what he just implied is… you wish you could to take a picture of it and hang it on your wall. You know Felix doesn't call his mother mommy, but that's not the point you're making here.

“You were thinking about your mommy last night, while I was riding you like a prize pony?”

He's like a fish out of water, gulping for air and looking a little more than mildly alarmed.

“It's okay baby, I don't mind. I can be your mommy if it gets you off…”

“I DON'T HAVE A MOMMY KINK!”

“...wanna prove that?”

Felix is so cute with hands tied above his head, a whimpering shivering mess as you deny him his third orgasm.

“Are you going to be a good boy now?"

Felix is always a good boy, but it's just so fun to make him beg for it.

“I'll be a good boy, I'm your good boy, I'll be such a good boy for you…"

His babbling stops with a help as you run a finger up his shaft, swirling around his weeping cockhead. His eyes wide and lips parted as he watches you gathering his pearly essence on your fingertip, holding it up to show him, before sucking your finger into your mouth.

His moan is music.

But you like it better when he uses his words.

“P-p-please baby, please baby, please baby just fucking touch me…”

The look of relief on his face when you decide to finally have mercy and start jerking him off properly. Between that face and the rock solid meatstick in your hand, the one that's brought you so much pleasure… it's enough to make you drip.

But no one likes a dry hand job, so you make sure to spit on his dick for lube before you start dragging your hand up and down. Noice and firm, the way Felix likes it best.

“Y-yes, yes, ye-esss, please baby just like that- don't stop, baby please don't stop…”

He's so desperate to cum. But he also never wants you to stop.

So he squeezes his eyes shut. He wants to watch you play with his cock, it's one of his favourite things. But he's not ready for this to end yet, so he has to deny himself the view of watching you pleasure him.

He's a mess.

Oh, the beautiful agony of edgeplay.

You love edging him, watching him get all sweaty, his hair sticking to his slick forehead as he writhes at your touch.

But you're a fully grown woman with needs of your own. And what you need, is Felix's dick. Preferably fucking you blind.

But before that, you've got a point to prove.

So you start working up the pace, quickening your wrist until you're going fast enough to make your arm start to cramp.

Felix is practically vibrating with the effort to keep still and not buck up into your hand. (Like the last three times, and the last three denied orgasms.)

“Keep still baby, you know the rules. Aren't you supposed to be a good boy?”

“I'm a good boy, I'm a fucking good boy, I'm your good boy-” Felix interrupts himself with a particularly beautiful moan, “I'll do anything you f-fucking say, I fucking promise, just please baby… please.”

He has been a good boy. He deserves a special treat.

his eyes snap open when he feels your lips around his cock, lapping at his slit. Crying out when you start digging your tongue into it. You should really get him a sounding rod.

Maybe for Christmas.

He's getting more and more desperate as you tease him with your tongue. From the way his hands are flexing in their restraints, you know he's fantasing about grabbing your head and forcing you down.

Making you take him nice and deep so he can fuck the back of your throat. Gagging around him, drowning somewhere between his dick and your own spit.

Well, his wish is your command.

Smacking sounds fill the room as you suck him down, making sure to make it messy.

“Oh god, just like that. Just like th-that. Feels so go-o-ood-”

It's amazing what a little drool can do to a man.

You speed up a little, cutting off his words mid sentence as his dick hits the back of your throat. You both love it when Felix is reduced to a whimpering mess by your touch, but today you're sucking him off with purpose.

You're going to make him say it.

It won't be long now.

He's so close to giving in, you know it.

He's biting his lips, trying so hard not to say it, but you know.

And when you start humming contentedly as his legs start to shake, you know that he knows you know.

“Mmm-mm-mmm…”

The obscene, wet pop as you release his dick from your mouth is almost drowned out by his cry.

And he is crying, looking at you with wide eyes, tears gathering at the corner as you sit up. Licking your lips like his salty precum is the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

“Is there something you want, baby?”

“Mm-mm…” His moans are almost squeaky now. He's desperate for you.

You switch to his favourite position, moving so that you're on your knees, straddling him with just enough space that his dick is barely skimming your cunt. The tears start to fall, and he whimpers.

There's a reason cowgirl is a classic.

You take him in hand and slo-o-owly brush him up and down your folds, listening to his choked sobs as you coating him in your slick. Taunting him, teasing him. Showing him how fucking wet you are, as your juices run down his dick.

He breaks.

“M-mommy.” It's quiet, barely more than a whisper, but he said it. “Mommy.”

He's being too quiet. So you kick up the teasing a notch, lining him up with your entrance and pushing down just slightly. Just a little giving, but nowhere near enough to actually penetrate.

He knows what you want.

“Mommy, please.” You let him have a little more, lowering yourself onto his tip a fraction more, but he's being too quiet.

“Mommyyyy….”

Felix’s voice breaks. He knows he's lost, so there's no point holding back now.

“Use me mommy. Use me. Please.”

Well, how could you refuse?

You sink down, taking him balls deep in one fluid stretch.

Usually you'd take your time, savour the feeling of him stretching you out.

Teasing him, making him beg for you. Beg for you to to go a little faster, a little harder.

A little more “please mommy yes mommy just like that mommy mommy mommy moMMY a-aa-aaa-”

But today you're going to ride him like a prize fucking pony straight out the gate.

Fucking the cum out of both of you while Felix begs for it like the good boy he is.

“M-mommy please, p-please let me cum. Please let me cum mommy, I’ve been so good. I've been a good boy, I've been such a good boy, please let me cum mommy please let me cum…��

The faster you bounce, the louder he pleads.

“-please mommy please mommy please please please momMY PLEASE MOMMY PLEASE MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMM-”

He cums so hard you swear you feel him shoot through your cervix. Coating your insides white and sticky as he breaks out of his wrist restraints, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down.

Squashing your tits against his chest, holding you bruise-tight as he ruts up into you, giving you absolutely everything as he tries to fuck you through his orgasm.

That's what sends you over.

You've been mean and unfair and teasing him for hours, but. Felix is a good boy who always wants to get you off.

Fucking you even when he's overstimulated and sore, until he finally feels you clenching around him, clenching around him hard as your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

It takes you both a few moments to recover, the room silent except for the sound of panting.

You try to detangle yourself, but Felix just pulls you closer, humming happily, his arms like a vice. Pulling you close like you're a blanket he wants to wrap himself up in and never leave.

He relents eventually, murmuring sweet things and cupping your face with his hands as you kiss him deeply.

He's a good boy.

“Such a good boy.”

“Mmm…” His after sex sounds are some of your favourites.

“...a good boy with a mommy fetish.”

Felix groans and hides his face in your neck.

“Shut up.”

this is a side blog so any reposts are appreciated, I will repay you in cake and pixie dust 🧚‍♀️

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[thatblvckboyy]

So let's all pretend Felix is top I know it's hard to accept but lets all pretend he is cuz I seriously want him to top me

Back to our question Wat kind of top would u think he could be

[ybklix]

playing with his hair

giirrrl idk, a feral thought maybe; bf!felix x fem!reader w his long hair since i’m too lazy to make it a whole detail fic for now lol so, (i deadass tried to make it a drabble but it pass the 1k words😮‍💨)

genre - warnings: smut, fluff!! dry humping, handjob, grinding, unprotected piv, mention of cockwarming, idol bf felix btw

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is what i have to deal with everyday, actually, oopsies, he’s next to me rn! also writing in present it’s so new, I like to read it when yall write like that, but I’ll stick with past tense😁 edit: girl i had this in the drafts for days, but he was a little too happy in his recent promoting video, he’s sleeping outside, someone pick him up /jk srly pls

Felix likes to try new hairstyles ever since he let grow his hair, he feels very confident with it and likes the way you randomly stroke it every time you’re together.

Your idea of fun is one of those very rare free afternoons for him since he’s all the time busy at work; it’s when you’re just chilling together at your place because you feel too lazy to go out but very comfortable with each other’s company.

Your days are simple, and your hours with him are very limited but he always makes sure to enjoy being with him; so you try to do everything at once, watch a movie, talk, lay on his chest while he’s playing games on his cell phone… and suddenly, just playing around, with you sitting on his lap in front of him, giggling while playing with his hair.

“Fuck, your hair is so fried” you tease him with a smile, looking at your fingers entangling with his straight hair.

He pouts, “Stop, then don’t touch it…” he responds also joking, just watching you with heart and sparkling eyes.

Felix rests his hands on your tights and caresses them softly. You down your gaze to meet his, he’s suddenly looking at you so sweetly that makes your cheeks get a little warm.

“Can I play with it?” you asked joyfully.

“With what?”

“Your hair” you replied in an obvious tone, “I can do pigtails, braids, middle part, side part” you continue to say, laughing while playing with his hair.

Felix chuckles softly, completely in love, closing his eyes sometimes, then looking up at your arms.

“Wait here” you speak again, standing up from his lap and going to get a comb, hair ties, bobby pins and some random hair clips to take pictures of him just for fun.

“You can also do my make-up if you want” he comments, raising his thick voice so you can hear him.

You sit back down on his lap.

“Oh no, you wear makeup almost every day, let your face rest today” you answer, kissing him tenderly on the bridge of his nose, hiding a little bit the fact that you love seeing your boyfriend’s bare face, straight black eyelashes, big dark eyes, full lips, cheeks and nose with freckles all over.

You laugh at doing whatever you want with his hair, taking silly pictures every time you find him adorable, just giggling saying your favorite inside jokes, then ending with a bow on his hair.

“You can really use me, huh” Felix says, giving you a funny but adorable look with his eyes wide open.

Felix starts caressing your back, with more consistent and intense caresses and he suddenly realizes how you haven’t kissed each other on the lips the whole time, so he moves closer to you and you without hesitation receive his kiss, following a tender and slow rhythm at first, pressing your lips together in a delicate lip rubbing, but you’re a bit desperate when it comes to each other, so your boyfriend catches his breath between kisses and looks himself at the work of being more glued and pouncing on you, with his touches all over your body, from your thighs to your back, slipping his hands under your blouse to feel your bare skin.

Your make out starts to heat up precipitously that you can feel the growing erection in his shorts, so, with your hands wrapped around his neck, you begin to move over his cock, pressing it to your core and stimulating you both. At this point, your pussy is throbbing and you feel slightly heated. You’re always impressed by how incredibly fast you want and desire him. You both moan softly at the friction. As you pull apart you smile slightly mischievously at him and for some reason you start kissing his neck, which Felix loves so, causing him to give you a huge tender smile showing his teeth, clutching his grip on your hips tighter.

You pull away once more to meet the wide grin on his face, which gently turns into a slightly strained expression as you continue to move your body against his erection, Felix gasps, his lips forming a soft expression of satisfaction this time with his submissive facing enjoying the naughty act of crushing his cock with your center, with your clothes on.

“Fuck, baby, it feels so good” Felix sighs, biting his slightly swollen, full lips, lowering his gaze to your pussy being trapped in him, moving his erection back and forth, guiding your hips for better movement.

You smile satisfactorily at him in response, each time feeling the heat of your body and pussy brush against your panties, wetting them all over, just playing more with your arousal. You see him, he looks so fucking cute and yet so hot with the last few hairstyles you gave him, two little high ponytails with bows leaving the rest of his hair loose, he looked silly cute, but serious manly moans coming out of him contrasts somehow so perfectly.

Felix sighs again sonorously, his legs shaking a little, he doesn’t think he can take it long enough without cumming if you keep moving so dedicatedly on him so he speaks again:

“Mmm, c’mon baby, take off your clothes, or do you want me to take you to bed.”

A pleasant shock goes through your body as you hear him a little more needy, you’re not thinking straight and you don’t want to pull away from him so you just reply a simple, “It’s okay like this, Lix.”

With your heart beating fast you grab his shorts, indicating you want to pull them down, Felix helps you right away, releasing his pink, needy, throbbing cock, you look down at his member and then at the same time you join gazes, Felix looks at you so needy and innocent, his big eyes begging you to touch him, you can’t help but melt every time he does that and in a needy sigh, with your cheeks a little red, you stand up, embarrassed, pulling down your comfy cloth shorts along with your panties, climbing back onto his lap, catching your boyfriend licking his lips at the sight of your cute bare mons venus.

Felix smiles, so excited at the thought of feeling you on him again, now with the sensation of your warm wet center in him, he gets more excited at the thought that you were finally going to settle on him ready to fuck, however, you start pumping his entire erect length, making him gasp loudly as he throws his head back, marking his bulging Adam's apple in his throat. Felix returns to his posture, looking straight into you with desire, biting his lip as you with a smile, touch all over his cock, stroking his tip gently with your fingers, feeling his stiffness and the slight sticky precum sliding down your hand as you jerk him off.

You’re so wet, and Felix is getting over the edge, so you finally accommodate your body, squeezing your pussy tighter on his cock, grinding on it a little before you put his cock inside you, encouraging in him more arousal if that was possible, teasing him and you at the sensation of his dick rub between your labia, until you feel his throbbing member so foreplayed, and until you see your boyfriend’s sweet expression as he can’t resist anymore and, finally you insert his rigid manhood completely in you. The temperature of both your bodies rises, it feels so fucking good to be filled by him, every move you make comes out of pure bliss, panting, sliding on his cock in a rhythm that makes him shudder and moan; Felix feels every part of his body beat intensely, enjoying every thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck, l-ove, ke-keep going please, I’m gonna cum, fuuck” he whimpers, desperate in a high-pitched tone, closing his eyes.

Felix thinks about the idea of cumming all of him inside you, of filling you up, brings him to a better ecstasy and in a thick sigh of relief and satisfaction, he manages to cum, relaxing a bit all the tension built in his body, making his thighs restless in soft tingling and trembling. You rest your hands on his shoulders and hide your face on the side of his neck, moaning close to his ear and with your face brushing against his soft hair, gently overwhelming you with his sweet scent, you bite your lip at the sensation of his hot semen shooting inside you and you also sense you’re so close to your climax that, despite being slightly tired, you intensify and increase each movement, sliding a little more slippery as you are filled with his cum. You hug him without thinking, your walls squeeze his sensitive cock still stuck in your core, you’re climaxing so intensely that you open your mouth almost in an inaudible squeal, your vision blurs for a few seconds and you let yourself release completely onto your boyfriend.

You feel the joining of agitated chests and breaths, Felix hug you warmly wrapping your back, once again your body melts at the slightest touch of his, but you can’t help but feel him so close to you, acting tenderly. Felix doesn’t even have to say it, but you know he loves you, you feel it too, so you relax your body on top of him, stroke his hair and he gives you a soft kiss on your shoulder as he caresses your back and keeps you in such a vulnerable position with both sexes together, with you on top of him until you decide to move.

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⟡ 지성 JISUNG -> in the shower.

the steady, thundering drone of the water down your backs drowned out yours and jisung’s moans— at least you hoped they did, as you both grew louder in desperation, chasing your climaxes with jisung’s warm, wet body pressing you flush against the shower wall. you weren’t the only ones home. “sungie, please, they’re going to hear—!” you whimpered, fingernails clawing for purchase on Jisung’s water-slick back— his dark little giggle in response quickly dissolved into a moan as you dug little crescents into his warm flesh. “d-don’t care,” he groaned into your neck, greedy hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and thighs. “let ‘em know how good i give it to you~” ,, his thrusts growing sloppy and uncoordinated, his desperate whines bouncing off of the tile as he thrusted up into your tight wet heat with reckless abandon— you tightened your legs around jisung’s tiny waist, unable to focus, unable to do anything except moan in euphoric, mindnumbing pleasure and beg jisung for more. “touch me, please,” you pleaded to him with a pathetic hiccup, head rolling back and puffy cunt and clit throbbing; jisung just laughed yet again, high and airy, condescending yet equally as desperate. “i am touching you, baby,” he hummed, one hand loosening it’s hold on your ass to give the flesh a quick gentle spank. “or does my dirty girl want something more?”

⟡ 필릭스 FELIX -> on camera.

“smile for the camera, sunshine~” felix cooed, deep voice soft like velvet. the low timbre of it ignited a delightful fever under your skin, made your belly hot with desire as you laid naked on top his bedsheets. the teasing ghosts his touch haunted you even with his fingers occupied, his hands shaking just enough to be noticeable as he held up his phone to take in your naked form. “so beautiful, love, so fucking pretty… c’mon, show me how badly you need me.” ,, you couldn’t help but feel so nervous and exposed as you opened your legs, exposed your dripping wet pussy to greedy eyes and an even greedier camera lens— despite the nerves your core throbbed for attention, wet gummy walls and slick swollen folds fluttering around nothing. you swung your neck to hide your blushing face in the pillows, dizzy and overwhelmed with the sight of a camera between your legs, the wolfish grin that tugs at felix’s lips as his pretty brown eyes raked over your figure… he tutted in gentle, patronizing disapproval from behind his phone screen, one of his warm hands sliding up to rub your knee. “aw, don’t be shy, angel, look how wet you are for me, so cute.. there you go, good girl, eyes on me.”

⟡ 승민 SEUNGMIN -> in the car.

you knew better than to try and tease seungmin, especially while he was driving, but you just couldn’t help yourself from giving into your bratty desires— your squirmed in the passenger seat, your cunt throbbing at seungmin’s deepening scowl, the way he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned pale, the way his cock jumped in his jeans as you ran your palm over the sizable bulge growing bigger and bigger the more you played with it. yet his eyes never left the road, his jaw set tight to keep any noises in as you dipped your fingers beneath the waistband… even as he snatched your wrist and tore your hand away from his crotch, his grip bordering on painful as he admonished you with a warning growl of “behave.” but just as you knew better than to test your puppy, he knew better than to expect you to listen; you simply began to play with yourself instead, peel your panties down your thighs from underneath your skirt and trail teasing touches across your exposed pussy lips, soaking wet and quivering… and without a word seungmin quickly pulled off onto an empty side road, ignoring your whines for attention as he made easy work of flipping you ass-up in the backseat. “this what you wanted, huh?” he purrs into your ear as his fat cockhead teased your dripping little hole. “fucking brat, want me to put you back in your place, want me to whore you out right here where anyone could see.”

⟡ 정인 JEONGIN -> in public.

despite it being originally his idea, jeongin seemed even more nervous as you were; his pretty hands shook as he rested them on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he guided you to rut back gently against him. he kept his head buried in your neck to muffle any noises, but you could hear him just fine— the prettiest broken whimpers and cries as you rocked your hips, just slow and soft enough that any unsuspecting person who walked by the park bench would simply see two lovers in an embrace, the girl perched on the boys lap… they wouldn’t know that you weren’t wearing any panties under that cute little dress you were wearing, and that jeongin’s big fat cock was shoved deep inside your pussy all the way to the hilt~ you could feel jeongin’s thighs flex underneath you from the effort it took to keep himself still, the animalistic urge to buck up wildly into your tight wet heat clearly almost too much for him to bare. your poor baby, holding onto you for dear life as he shook with pleasure, “faster, harder,” he begged, shaky voice muffled against your skin, “‘m so fucking hard, need more, please,”,, and give him more you will, let him take control of the way your ass bounced on his cock as he gasped in pleasure, threw his head back against the back of the bench and screwed his eyes shut in euphoria. the park was mostly empty… but anyone walking by could see the two of you clearly. would they know how much of a slut the both of you were?

[minhosimthings]

A Nonsense Christmas || NSFW

Synopsis: Due to a terrible snowstorm, you were forced to skip out on your yearly family gathering. However, your Christmas gets better when a certain blonde slips through your chimney to give you, your naughty presents.

Pairings: Felix × fem!reader, includes rest of Skz, Julie of Kiof, Ni-ki of Enhypen

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v sex, use of vibrator, fingering, hair pulling, brief squirting, missionary, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (not for you), praise, degradation, overstimulation, swearing, dirty talk, mention of alcohol

A/N: FELIX NAVIDAD FELIX NAVIDAD YEAHHHH. Fun fact, this is my second Felix fic. And also my entry to @stayblrofficial's Holiday Writing Event! Anyway, a late Merry Christmas to everyone and I hope next year is as splendid as this one was. As always, enjoy!

Word count: 6.8k

Song Rec: Juno by Sabrina Carpenter (preferably her live stages)

Stockings on the wall, peppermint tea, a giant tree with baubles, snowmen, hot chocolate, presents and Santa Claus.

And maybe Mariah Carey too.

Those were the things that made your Christmas, a true Christmas.

Ever since you were old enough to remember, you knew your family was crazy about Christmas. Each year, without fail you’d be dragged off to buy new stockings, a ginormous tree, hot chocolate bombs, gifts for relatives and numerous Christmas events organised by some or the other watchkeeping society. You distinctly remember the smell of warm milk and your mother’s home baked cookies wafting into your room on Christmas Eve. You also remember the feeling of a slap on the hand when you and your brother tried to steal some cookies, only to be chided and locked in your rooms until the morning, lest you sneak out and ‘find’ Santa Claus. 

But of course, being the amazing child you were, you learnt from an early age that the fat man who rode a sleigh pulled by reindeers and carried a sack full of presents was nothing but an old wives tale. Laughter still erupted from within you whenever you’d recall the time you told your younger brother, Riki about it, making him sob for an hour–though he immediately shut up when you bribed him with a stolen cookie. 

Christmas with your family was always the happiest day of the year, no matter what complicated adult shit was going on in your life. Pending taxes and doctor’s appointments that you’d missed? Screw that, you were going home to waste an hour a day for three days playing League with your brother on your parents’ 16 inch flat screen TV. 

 Even the idea of boarding the plane to your hometown always made you kick your feet up in the air. All the planning, the buying of gifts (along with the hours of waiting in line at the stores), the baking—practically everything Christmas related filled your soul with joy and hope.

But this year was different.

This year brought along with it, a snowstorm—which wouldn't die out until the January of next year. 

That is how the meticulously planned flights and schedules that you had arranged in your calendar all went into the trash bin, as you had to listen to your parents wail about how they’d miss their most beloved child so much at the Christmas party they were having. All as your brother watched on with betrayal in his eyes from the background. 

Though you tried to soothe their nerves by saying how you’d have just as much fun this year as you did every year, deep inside, you were sobbing non-stop. Everytime you remembered the fact that you wont get to sleep in your childhood bedroom this year, you cried into your pillow, eventually drifting off to sleep from the exhaustion. 

In a lousy attempt to cheer yourself up, you accompanied your colleague Julie to a Christmas tree hunt for her house. You had even taken your brown trench coat and deerstalker hat out—a Christmas gift from your parents. While Julie was off bargaining with her crocodile tears, you snooped around the tinier trees—meant for those people who either wanted to spend their Christmas alone, or just didn't want a massive and expensive tree. 

And when your eyes landed on one that was sitting all alone, just waiting for the right person to take it home, you knew in your heart that you just had to be that right person.

Some more crocodile tears and a few transactions later, you were suddenly standing in front of your fireplace with a tiny tree decorated with even tinier baubles. The tree reached up to your waist, and though it wasn't as big as the one your parents had, it still warmed your heart enough to get out of your momentary depression and get onto the road to Christmas cheer. So what if you couldn't be with your family? You were big enough to enjoy festivals on your own now.

And so began your quest to celebrate Christmas exactly as you did each year—albeit without your family. You’d have to omit some of the family games and (unfortunately) the tradition of smacking Riki's head into a pie, but apart from that, you were determined to prepare a Christmas Eve feast fit for one and do everything that you'd do if you were home.

Who knows? 

Maybe you’d even stay up for Santa.

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The living room was warm, cozy and overall looked straight out of a Christmas movie. After some hard hours of snooping out your basement, you stumbled upon some Christmas-sy decorations, which in reality were from last year's Halloween. 

But hey, decor is decor, and your house finally looked like something which was not the Grinch's house. With mistletoe hanging from every corner, along with your tiny tree and a cracking fire, you plopped down on your couch, and let out a sigh. The dinner you made was devoured within fifteen minutes, and you were surprised by how great your plum-pudding turned out. Maybe Christmas would be great this year as well. 

Alas though.

All that mistletoe and no one to kiss it under. 

All wrapped up in work ever since you graduated, you never really thought about relationships and all that jazz. Under the weight of your parents’ protests for grandchildren, you’d gone on a few dates here and there. But gradually, you started to lose interest and so did your parents. Their interest turned to your brother, whose misery you enjoyed in a sadistic sibling way. 

And anyways, who needs boyfriends and mistresses when you’ve got something better?

Fanfiction! 

Sitting on the couch, you lazily scrolled across your Tumblr home-page. A gleam tore through your eyes as the sight of all the Christmas fics. Your fingers soon started aching from all the tiny hearts that appeared at the end of every other fic that popped up, with their customised banners and flamboyant titles. Most of them were your general Christmas morning fun stories, but the ones that particularly caught your egregiously horny eyes were the ones where the ‘warnings’ paragraphs stood the tallest. 

Unsurprisingly most of them were named after Sabrina Carpenter and Chappell Roan songs. But then again, who’d skip the opportunity to name a fic about filthy positions and a short part about bondage, ‘After Midnight’? 

After meticulously crafting a well curated library of fics (ranging from sugary sweet to the one about the 69), you glanced up at your clock.

10:03

You had recently been enjoying going to bed as soon as the hands of the clock hit nine pm. Yes, it was a ridiculously early bedtime for someone whose teenage years were filled with promises of staying up till 2 in the morning when you grow up, but if adulthood had taught you anything, it's that 'early to bed, early to rise' was actually a pretty good proverb to live by. Were you getting old? Perhaps. 

Still not old enough to stay up for Santa though, you thought, laying your phone down on the coffee table and settling comfortably onto the couch. You curled up like a cat, and faced the warm fire, crackling in front of you.

Your eyes wandered up to the Christmas list that you had created on a whim, when you got drunk with Julie earlier that day. There were only two things on the list.

A glittery blue vibrator, and for someone to fuck you into the next year. 

A bit much to wish for some old man in a red suit to bring all of those things to you in a sack, but hey it never hurts to hope. And plus, you were horny and all those cunningulus fics were not helping.

With a stomach threatening to burst if you eat one more cookie, and a body that was just plain exhausted, you snapped your eyes shut and drifted off to a much deserved sleep. 

It will be a happy Christmas tomorrow.

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"And what about that big bunch of fertilizer for that farmer from Norway?” Seungmin anxiously tapped his foot as he scanned his eyes again and again over a list attached to his clipboard. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and his friends Jeongin, Hyunjin and Changbin were staring at him with concern in their eyes.

“Seung, you should think about taking a nap for a while.” Chan strode into the room with a huge box  stuffed with toys in his arms, “Everything will be fine.” He added on seeing Seungmin’s horrified expression. 

“It's okay Seungmin, I can just knock you out.” Minho sauntered into the room, wearing a red leather jacket and a huge smile—which turned into a frown when Chan glared at him.

“I just don’t understand how we’re supposed to do all of this without Santa.” Seungmin sighed, collapsing into a chair, “I knew we should have started everything months ago.”

“People wouldn't have even started to make their Christmas wishes by then.” Hyunjin said in a soothing voice, in an attempt to calm his friend’s nerves. Seungmin only sank further into the chair, with a disappointed expression on his face.

“I would.” A cheerful voice said from the corner, which turned out to be Jisung, who was dressed from head to toe in red and gold, looking like a Christmas prince in all his majesty. Jeongin rolled his eyes and looked at the empty armchair next to him. He looked up at Chan.

“Where’s Lix?” He asked, alarmed by the fact that the person who had practically been glued to him all morning was now nowhere to be seen. Chan shrugged, but then Changbin responded.

“I think I saw him checking out stuff in the pink section earlier.” Changbin’s ears turned faintly red when he said this. And it wasn't due to the freezing cold.

The ‘pink section’ was a notorious part of Santa’s workshop. In short, it contained the more ‘adult’ wishes—which were made by single, lonely people or by people who hadn't tasted genitalia in years. Santa was said to have established that section at the demand of his wife, but even Jeongin—the history buff—didn't know the exact reason why. Either way, it was a section, whose contents none of the boys liked handling. Each year they would draw their lots to decide what section each would handle. This year Chan was in charge of the toys and Seumgin was in charge of gardening material. 

And the pink section? It went to none other than—

“Lix!” Jisung exclaimed, at the sight of the blonde haired man standing at the door, “Close the door will you? The heater’s on.”

“I noticed.” Felix said in his rich and captivating voice, that could charm almost anyone. Felix flung his arms up and stretched like a cat, the sound of his stiff bones cracking could be heard, as he sat on the empty armchair next to Jeongin with the widest smile on his face.

“Why so joyous, Lix?” Minho asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Felix turned to him.

“It's my first time doing the pink section.” He said rather proudly. A few strands of hair settled in front of his face, framing it beautifully and surrounding him with a magnificent, peacock-like aura.

“You need any pointers?” Chan said, to which Minho laughed raucously.

“Christopher Banhg, our resident playboy.” He said in between fits of laughter. Changbin joined in the teasing, whilst Chan’s entire face slowly started to turn red.

“How many times have you chosen the pink section again?” Changbin asked, “Oh right, seven times.” He answered his own question before Chan could even open his mouth, “I bet you know everything there is to know about it.”

“Oh shut up.” Chan said, his eyes still stuck to the floor, before he turned them to Felix, ‘As I was saying, do you want tips, Felix?”

Before Jisung could say ‘that’s what she said’ Felix spoke, “Nope, I am well prepared for tonight!” His eyes formed crescent moons as he smiled brightly, “I’m particularly excited for this one request though.”

“Oooohhh.” Hyunjin grinned mischievously, “I bet it's a pretty one.” Felix nodded, to which the entire room burst out into laughter.

“Watch out, Chan, he’s coming for your playboy title.” Jisung chuckled, “What’s the wish then?”

“Well, she wants the usual—” Felix took out a post-it note from his pocket and began reading, “A glittery blue vibrator, and the interesting part—” He smirked deviously, whilst raising a brow, “for someone to fuck her into the next year.”

A collective 'oooh' rang around the room as the boys glanced at each other with teasing eyes, and then at Felix. Those kind of requests were usually rare, and at most, all of the boys (excluding the oldest playboy) had fucked about three people, in all of their career. 

“I’m weirdly excited.” Felix affirmed, putting the list back in his pocket, and looking past Jeongin’s shoulder at the giant window. Outside, on the beautiful canvas of the starry night, snowflakes fell without any cease in their seemingly perpetual motion. As Minho and Hyunjin had been complaining for a week, this year’s winter was harsher than any before. And they meant it quite literally, as they lived at The North Pole. 

“Best of luck Lix.” Changbin gave him a bright smile before standing up, alarming Jeongin, who had his legs resting over Changbin’s thighs.

“Not that you’ll need it though.” Minho said through a barely stifled yawn, “Oh well, I’m off to groom my reindeers. Come along, Innie.” Jeongin grudgingly got up and followed Minho and Changbin out of the room. Hyunjin and Jisung soon followed, after stealing pieces of plum cake from Chan and after Seungmin left—with Chan following carefully behind him—Felix sighed and slumped deeper into the chair.

Reaching into his inner jacket pocket—the secret one he had painstakingly stitched—he pulled out a picture that looked like it was taken on a Polaroid camera. 

It was a picture of a woman, dressed in a brown trench coat and a ridiculous deerstalker hat. She was pretty damn hot, Felix had to admit, with a posture so straight that he wondered if she was a princess. 

“Fucked into the next year, huh?” He chuckled to himself, putting the picture back into his pocket and running a hand through his hair.

He couldn't wait to get to your house.

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As a child, you had always imagined Santa to be a bit slimmer than the pictures in which he was depicted, reasoning that he wouldn't be able to fit through chimneys if he was that big. Though your parents were quick to laugh at your opinion, they also didn't want to tell their mere child of a daughter that Santa wasn't real. So they encouraged your extremely controversial opinion. 

And you held that opinion quite proudly. None of the other kids in your class had ever thought about that, and regarded you as the class’ genius. Because of this, to this day you still expected Santa (if he did exist) to be the kind of dude you saw on advertisements for gyms.

What you did not expect Santa to be was a 5’8-ish, ridiculously gorgeous blonde guy, dressed in a red suit that fit him beautifully, holding a sack tied with a red ribbon. He stared at you. You stared back.

This was not how you were expecting your Christmas to go like.

Not with a robbery.

“Who the fuck are you.” You said, cautiously picking up a pillow. You tried to run your mind back to all those childhood self-defence classes. Although—judging by this guy’s muscles—they weren't going to be of much use.

“Relax, Miss Y/N.” The man said in a voice as beautiful as his face, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” By the faint light of the crackling fire behind him, you could spot tiny freckles painted across his cheekbones, “I’m here to deliver your Christmas presents.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

“You do realise you sound crazy right now?” You said, gripping the pillow a bit tighter, “Listen dude, if you’re here to rob me, I have nothing in my—”

“As I said,” The man kept speaking in the same eloquent manner, “I’m here to deliver your presents.” He preemptively flung his sack to the ground, and bent down on one knee, unravelling the ribbon and opening it up. He reached inside and pulled out a box, setting it on the table in front of him and closing his sack again. Then he looked up at you.

“I’m sorry, but could you please turn the lights on?” He said, “I can’t see that well in the dark.”

This younger Aussie version of Santa can't see well in the dark? You thought as you turned a lamp on. As much as this was the most unbelievable scenario ever, something in the back of your brain told you everything that was happening was real and you were certainly not high right now.

“Um…excuse me?” You began lamely, the blonde looked up at you, “What’s your name?”

“Oh pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself.” He laughed and got up, extending a hand, “I’m Felix. And I'm here to deliver your presents from the North Pole!” He motioned towards the meticulously wrapped present lying next to your tiny tree. Your eyes wandered from the ground up to the note stuck on top of the fireplace.

A glittery blue vibrator, and for someone to fuck you into the next year. 

“Uh…” You said, unsure of what else to say. You took another look at the man—Felix. He certainly was handsome, you thought—perhaps not exactly your type but definitely good-looking enough. His long hair fell over his wide shoulders, and you could see the way his suit was tightly fit over his biceps. Your stomach flipped over.

This guy was extremely hot.

And you were extremely horny.

“When you say presents—” You began, slowly sitting down on the couch, “—do you mean that there’s an actual vibrator in there?”

Felix nodded and sat down next to you, running a sharp tongue over his lips. His soft, pink lips. Was it just you or was the fire way too warm right now?

Your life was nothing short of interesting. As a child, you had gotten into multiple ...activities that always seemed to have a surprise at every turn. But this?

This was on top of the list of weird things that have ever happened to you. 

“Would you like to open the presents?” Felix snapped you out of your thoughts and you raised your head abruptly to look at him. Your eyes locked onto his and you audibly gasped. 

He had eyes as black as coal, stunningly beautiful, with the comfort of a warm fire glowing behind them. They made you want to dive into them and swim around for a while.

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered, not comprehending what you said until a second later, “I mean–” You internally slapped yourself, “—I’m sorry that’s not I meant I just—”

“It’s alright doll.” Felix cut you off, “I think you’re pretty too.” His voice again; it felt like a glass of whiskey after a long day. Doll, he called you. 

“Oh..” You trailed off, feeling warmth creep up to your cheeks, “Thank you.” You mumbled, looking down at the presents once more, “Should I open them now? Or wait till tomorrow? I don't wanna be ‘a naughty girl’ or anything.”

“Don't worry about that.” Felix leaned forward to rest his hands on his thighs, “You’re already on the naughty list, sweetheart.”

You gulped down the saliva accumulating in your mouth, and rushed to pick the box up. Your hands shook as you pulled the satin ribbon. The walls of the box collapsed to reveal a long, blue machine, covered from head to toe in glitter. You looked up at Felix. 

“You really are the weirdly younger version of Santa huh?” You said in a shaky voice. Felix smiled—he seemed to shine when he did so.

“I’m an assistant.” He said, shifting closer to you, his eyes wavered down to your lips, “There are eight of us in total, and we go around the world each year to give out presents to children and adults alike.” He looked at the vibrator and smirked, “No matter how naughty they’ve been.”

The queasy feeling rose in your stomach once more. As hard as you tried to avert it, your gaze went to his lips again and again.

“But, I’ve caught you haven't I?” You said in a soft voice, “W-Won't you be punished or something?” Felix smiled again and shifted dangerously close this time.

“That was the plan, sweetheart.” His voice was as deep as the rumbling of the earth, “You see, I only delivered one of your precious presents.” He smirked again and his hand came up to caress your cheek, you didn't pry it off, “You still have another wish don't you?” He leaned forward and whispered, “To be fucked into next year?” 

His warm breath against your neck made you shiver, you could feel his knee pushing to open your legs. Normally, this would be an abnormal situation. But it was Felix and you wanted him to do to you what the characters in your fics did to each other. 

"Felix…" You sighed, tensing up as he nudged his nose into the crook of your neck. His lips soon followed, attaching to your skin and leaving warm, wet kisses. They really were as soft as they looked. 

"Shush now." He mumbled, absorbed into pressing kisses down your neck, "How about I take care of you tonight, hm?" 

You stayed silent. How could you tell him that you've never actually…done it?

“Felix I-” You took in a shaky breath, “I’ve never…done this before.” Felix looked up at you with widened eyes and blinked. Then he smiled gently.

“That’s alright, doll.” Doll, again, “I’ll be gentle, if you want me to.” He slipped his hand off your thigh and extended it to you, glancing at the stairs to your bedroom, “Shall we?”

Taking his hand was the best decision you had made all year.

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Felix’s lips are almost unfairly soft against your own as his hands rush to undress you, pushing your t-shirt up your waist and pulling down your shorts to the middle of your thighs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Felix pulls away ever so slightly, “Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”

Nodding, you can’t help but be curious about his plan. You find yourself questioning every fic you’ve read in the past. Or maybe they’ve never had Felix’s tongue shoved into their throats. 

Felix lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room before slipping a hand below your legs and picking you up, placing you gently onto the bed. Romantic, you thought. 

He placed a kiss to your forehead before he started to strip himself, your gaze raked over his body as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once he was matching you in nakedness, he crawled up to your position on the mattress, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

“Hey there, pretty.” Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Felix. Admittedly, you’d never felt so dizzy at the prospect of having a man go down on you—he just looks so pretty, with his freckles and his hair and his everything.

Dropping his head between your knees, he groaned at the sight, and bit his lip to contain himself. You wanted to cover yourself but when your legs moved even a tiny bit to hide, he spread them wider and the cool breezes from around the room slapped across your feverish cunt. 

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the afternoon glass of rum making you feel this way or just Felix, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

“Have you ever touched yourself down here?” The way he said it, as if you were all innocent, he narrowed his eyes when you nodded yes, “Hold on.” Felix reached across and grabbed the box you had set on the bedside table. Your present.

"Used a vibrator before, sweetheart?" He asked gently, smiling when you shook your head, "That's alright, I can show you how." His voice deepened as he said the last words and you widened your eyes. 

Adorable, Felix thought, as he handed you the vibrator. Albeit being momentarily confused, you nudged it onto your labia—like how the fics described.

There you were, bathed in soft moonlight, laying on your mattress naked, legs spread, and steadying the vibrator on your clit. Felix smirked to himself as he studied the way your thighs quivered when he placed his hand on top of yours 

"May I, pretty?" Felix cooed, reaching for your pink vibrator. You handed it to him, laying back obediently and waiting for his ethereal touch. His freckles seemed to glow like stars in the moonlight—his face a magnificent galaxy.

And when he rested the vibrator onto your clit, you let out a relieved sigh in response, breathing out softly, lifting your hips up and grinding up against the vibrator in his grip.

"Good girl. Just lay back and relax for me," he softly directed you, his bare words were enough to send you to the edge of Heaven.

 "Oh, Felix," You glanced down at his smirk and how his eyes were fixed on the way you were clenching around nothing. He loved the way your slick folds glistened in the soft lighting, and the way your breasts started to subtly bounce as you started to violently shake. 

"How about we turn up the speed hm?" He mumbled, eyes lighting up when you nodded yes, unable to speak due to your current predicament. He was making you feel good—better than your fingers ever could. And better—you assumed—than any other man could.

The vibrations of the toy increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. 

That was when Felix held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot, somewhere you could never reach with your own fingers. The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but his firm hand on your shaking thigh kept you in place. 

With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn him—you were too unfamiliar with the feeling of such intense pleasure that it got you overwhelmed, too overwhelmed to even speak. The blonde let out a breathy chuckle when he saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

Your lips were fixed in an o shape, your cheeks were pink, and your brows were pinched together. You shut your eyes and threw your head back as Felix's name slipped through your slew of whimpers.

“Felix! Oh fuckk—” Your moan came straight from within your chest—a noise you didn’t even know you could make, “Felix I-” But you couldn’t finish your sentence, thanks to the almost painful feeling growing at the base of your belly. 

“Shh sweetheart, it’s alright.” Felix’s voice was soothing and warm, “It’s alright, I’m here darling.”  You gulped softly when Felix gripped your hip with one hand and led the buzzing vibrator deeper into your sensitive pussy. The tip of the glittery blue machine slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against his hand.

 “Oh goddd—fuck fuck fuck!” You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changes—you get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm. 

You never really understood the full feeling of an orgasm, settling on it being the feeling you got when your fingers got tired of rubbing your folds. But the feeling of Felix’s face being inches from you, his eyes beautifully darkened and his hand working against your sex, you realised this was what all the fics described. A feeling like an earthquake erupting from within you.

You were right on the verge of greatness again, slowly nearing a climactic ending, when your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Felix sitting up on his knees, holding the vibrator far from your throbbing pussy. He was staring down hungrily at your thighs, a look lingered behind his eyes—a dangerous one.

Without warning, he took his middle finger and started teasing your folds with it, the vibrator now disposed on the side. Your eyes widened as he sunk his finger into your drooling cunt. For a moment, you thought about the probability of this being a glorious dream. But when his long, veiny finger pushed all the way in, a long, satisfied sigh escaped from your parted lips and you did not want this dream to end.

Your folds glistened in the dim moonlight, the obvious need evident in your tone when Felix plunged another finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping his fingers in knuckle-deep and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers. God how pretty you looked, with your shaking body covered in sweat—you glistened like diamonds in the light.

"Someone’s eager," Felix chuckled. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

“You want me to stop, baby?” Felix’s brows furrowed worriedly at the sight of your ragged breathing. You shook your head at him and placed your hand at the back of his head, gripping his hair. Felix moaned loudly.

 "Fuck sweetheart," he grinned at you as he added his ring finger, and you could feel the cold metal of his ring on the warm flesh of your thighs as he pumped them back and forth into your heat, “Fuck—keep-keep doing that…that’s right..” His voice was a bit deeper, betraying his arousal. Who knew Santa’s assistant had such a filthy kink?

Felix’s hair was feather-soft against your shaking hand, as you brought your right hand up as well to feel it. Your grip on his hair only motivated him more, as the sounds of your pussy squelching as it sucked up his fingers, filled the room. His middle finger worked immaculately against your cunt, a place you could have never reached with your fingers alone. 

Felix looked magnificent as he admired your body—the crook of your neck, the soft skin of your thighs, the way your eyes rolled back—he was relishing every single thing about you. Wild, primal thoughts flanked each neuron of his mind. Felix could feel your cold breath hit his lips gently, like a cool wind moving a river. 

“Shit—can I kiss you, sweetheart?” He asked cautiously, his fingers tensing inside of you when you nodded. You felt his lips press against yours, the sweet feeling of pressing candy to your mouth came to you. You could taste slight notes of rum and cranberry on his tongue—an intoxicating flavour.

He pulled away briefly, his face was still close, and he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. Your hand pulled his hair once more and he groaned deeply, his cock twitching between his legs. 

Fuck, you were so gorgeous. A faux memory played out in Felix’s mind, he wanted you all to himself—in sickness and in health, till death do you part. The way your lips parted and the melodic way you said his name, he never knew his name was such an elysian thing, till he heard it from your lips.

His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a gasp and arched your neck, it felt so divine that you didn’t even notice that his fingers were out of your pussy and placed on your hip. 

Your breasts moved into Felix’s face as you arched your back at his teeth digging into your skin like a savage animal and Felix audibly whined. His hand came up to play with your boobs, his fingers fiddling with delicate skin. His painfully hard cock grew even harder, as he wanted nothing more but to fuck the sanity out of you.

“Baby,” he breathed, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but it’s the best he could manage when he was this overstimulated, “Sweetheart, don’t you want my cock?,” he whispered again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you.

“Lix…” You whine, you could see his rock-hard length between his legs, “Lix—need your cock–please please pleeasee…” Felix was undone by you—the way you writhed underneath him, the way your voice shook, the way you’re so totally and completely overwhelmed—he could feel it and he loved it.

 “Alright… alright, doll.” He chuckled, gripping your hips in order to align himself with you. He was big–huge even–it made you a bit nervous. You knew from your non-virgin friends that–at most, it was only 4 or 5 inches, without all that ego. You didn’t have a ruler but you knew that Felix was much more than 5 inches.

What a way to lose your virginity.

“Ah-ahhh fuck!” You nearly screamed as he entered you, Felix didn’t like teasing–and by God were you thankful for that.

“You like that baby?” Felix grunted, his voice was oh so deep–as was his length, “Yeah, you like being stretched out huh?” His right hand was underneath you now, squeezing your buttcheek like his own personal stress toy, “Naughty, naughty girl—ah godddd” Felix was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of you making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you, “Should have known you were a dirty girl when I saw that list–oh fuck, keep squeezing me like that—that’s a good girl…” Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.

You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.

"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Felix continued, rambling.

"mphm, Felix, you're so big!" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind at that moment. His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure, pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

"You're so tight," he whispered, relishing in the way you clenched around him while it started to adjust itself. The pain was killing you, but at the same time–you wanted more. 

No, wanted wasn't the right word. 

You needed more.

“You’re almost all the way in ,darling” Felix whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. He knew it was your first time—those adorable eyes, that filthy mouth of yours begging him for more—but he resisted, lest he hurt you.

“Oh Felix fuckkkk..” Your eyes opened to look at him. He was beautiful, an angel in his own right, moon-like eyes and a face full of constellations. No wonder, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into him.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Felix’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his scent that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Felix inched his cock into you, the more he pressed onto your g-spot, and the more it started to make you see stars whenever you blinked. You grew so sensitive that you felt every throb Felix’s cock is giving you.

“It’s too much,” you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. “Please Lix...” You don’t know what you’re asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he can’t offer you. Maybe more. 

"Good girl. You're taking me so well." he praised you softly while he delivered a few harder thrusts, "Can't believe this is your first dick," Soon, there was no pain at all, only pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled back briefly as Felix hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan from your chest.

You felt your pussy expanding around him as he started rocking his hips back and forth, hitting that same spot again. You held your breath for a moment, still adjusting to the size difference, and when you exhaled, a few stifled sounds came through. It hurt so good. 

He grabbed you by your waist, steadying himself while he started to speed up, getting caught up in how good your virgin hole felt wrapped around him. Felix watched as he pumped back and forth, fixating on the way you coated his length in your arousal.

You couldn't help but groan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.

“Felix oh god!!” You whined, your walls were so sensitive, “Fuck, you’re so hot..” You had no idea what words were coming out from your mouth, “Ahh—ahhh fucking hell—I love you!” You wouldn't even remember saying those words until the next day. Felix’s eyes visibly softened at you.

"Say it again for me, darling?" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard. 

“I–ah shit!” You gasped, his scent was your oxygen, “I love you..”

“I love you too, baby.” Felix leaned forward to kiss you. Your lips danced passionately, even as your bodies stayed connected to each other. His lips felt like first snow and soft ice cream, you wanted to devour and be devoured by him.

“Look at you, you sweet little thing...” He teased as he grinded his cockhead into your sweet spot, slowly sliding in and out just to feel your wetness coat his dick. It’s pure nirvana for him, warm and wet and perfect, a place he could bury himself inside.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of anticipation and frustration building within you. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into the mattress, as Felix continued to move at a pace that was maddeningly fast.

“Going dumb on my dick aren't you baby?” he groans as his hips slap into yours, bruising your walls and using you, his cock is throbbing inside you, balls twitching and voice falling more breathy and desperate—so close to filling your pretty little pussy up.

"Cum with me, baby, cum all over my cock like a good girl." Felix said through gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace. 

“Oh god…Felix!” You moaned, “fuck fuck fuck need your c-cum please—oh my god.” Every muscle felt like fire. You’re caught up in how everything feels, too distracted to care about the noises spilling out of your mouth. All you know is this feels good – it feels passionate.

As if on command, his last, hard thrust sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel. 

With another cry of release, you shattered again and again it seemed, your body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Felix held you tightly, his fingers digging into your side as you trembled in his arms.

He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.

“That’s it, that’s it baby.” He worked you through your toe-curling orgasm, "That's it my love, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against yours, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.

“Good girl,” Felix murmurs, being careful in the way he pulls out slowly from your well-used hole. You shudder, and Felix feels the way your entire body tenses, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. “Shh. You’re okay. Relax, darling.”

Your chests heaved with exertion. In spite of his softening cock, Felix couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when he saw the sight of your mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

“Ahh shit.” He mumbles, rolling over to collapse next to you. Felix feels something touching the sole of his foot, and when he looks down, he chuckles, making you look at him.

“What happened?” You ask drowsily, your eyes on the verge of falling asleep. 

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.” Felix assures you, pushing the cum-soaked vibrator at the bottom of the bed onto the floor, “Are you alright, baby?”

“That–” You breathe in deeply and smile with your eyes still closed, “—was the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.”

“I’m glad, sweetheart.” Felix smiles, pulling you safely into his arms, as you drifted off to sleep.

Felix sighed and melted into your warmth. He had to leave in a few hours to deliver all the other gifts, but a few more minutes wouldn't hurt and so he stayed.

After all, he’d be coming back on New Years as well.

With a much better present. 

Thank you for reading, dear reader! Hope you have a great day ❤❤

[enimsiyobeht]

perfect (x2). jlix long drabble.

mdni 🍰🐥 !! boypussy han & felix x amab reader. implied ot8 harem (from my AO3 roots). implied older, 9th member reader. use of pussy, hole, cunt as both felix's & han's gential. 3some, double oral (you receiving), doggy (felix), cowgirl (han), unprotected sex (istg wrap that shit up), not rough but not exactly vanilla (pure filth imo).

You were half-asleep, sprawled on your dorm bed in a loose tee and sweatpants, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. The dorm was unusually quiet for once—no yelling from the living room, no chaotic laughter from the kitchen. Just soft music playing from your Bluetooth speaker, and the warm pull of sleep on your limbs.

Then your door creaked.

You glanced up, expecting maybe Chan or Seungmin coming to ask about dinner—but it wasn’t just one person.

It was Felix and Han.

And they looked up to something.

Felix padded in first, hair still slightly damp from a shower, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame. Han trailed behind, dressed similarly, but his eyes were sharper, glittering with mischief. Neither of them said anything at first. Just exchanged a glance, then shut the door behind them.

You sat up. “Uh… everything okay?”

Felix smiled sweetly. “Mhm. We were just talking about you.”

Han nodded, hands clasped behind his back like he was trying really hard to look innocent. “And we thought it wasn’t fair.”

“Wasn’t fair…?”

“That you’ve been working so hard and haven’t gotten to relax properly.”

Before you could ask more, Felix crawled up onto the bed. Smooth. Silent. He settled beside you with all the grace of a cat, curling against your arm. Han joined a second later, sliding up on your other side, knee brushing yours.

Your heart skipped.

“What are you two doing?”

“Letting you relax,” Han said, voice sweet and dangerous. “Like we planned.”

Felix's hand moved first—slowly dragging up under your shirt, fingertips brushing over your stomach. "Just let us take care of you tonight, okay?"

You blinked, caught between arousal and disbelief. “You two plotted this?”

Felix giggled. Han shrugged. “Maybe.”

And then Felix leaned in and kissed you—soft, warm, coaxing your mouth open with his, one hand braced on your thigh, the other sliding lower. Han kissed your neck at the same time, lips teasing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “You’re both serious?”

“Oh yeah,” Han said, nibbling softly at your skin. “We’ve been talking about this for weeks.”

Felix’s hand had already dipped beneath your waistband, palming you through your boxers with delicate, eager fingers. He whimpered against your lips when he felt how hard you already were.

“You always take care of us,” he whispered. “Let us take care of you.”

You groaned, head falling back against the pillow as the two of them shifted lower, tugging your sweats and boxers down in one slow motion. Your cock sprang free, hard and flushed, and Felix made the softest, most needy sound as he leaned in to kiss the head.

“Fuck, baby,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. “Don’t tease. I want both of you.”

Han joined him between your thighs, both of them on their knees now, eyes glazed with hunger. Felix licked a stripe up the underside while Han mouthed at your tip, tongue flicking over your slit before taking just the head into his mouth.

“Shit—just like that—”

They worked you together like they’d practiced. Felix sucking the base while Han took the top, both of them moaning against your cock, clearly getting off on how much you loved it. Your hands threaded through their hair, gentle but firm, guiding them between shallow thrusts.

Felix pulled back to catch his breath, lips shiny. “Want you to fuck me first,” he whispered. “While Ji’s watching.”

Han whined softly at that, face flushed. “Wanna ride you after. Let you fill me up, too.”

You could’ve come from that alone.

“Get on the bed,” you told them, voice low. “Both of you. I want to see everything.”

They obeyed instantly.

Felix stripped first, hoodie tossed off to reveal a slim body and flushed thighs already wet between them. His pussy was swollen and slick, twitching slightly as he knelt on all fours, looking back at you with blown-out eyes.

You slid behind him, cock throbbing, one hand steadying him while the other guided yourself to his hole. He was soaked—eager and ready, just for you. You pushed in slowly, groaning as he clenched tight around you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping for me already?”

Felix moaned, burying his face in a pillow. “W-wanted it all day…”

Han sat nearby, legs folded beneath him, stroking himself lazily as he watched you slide into Felix all the way. His own pussy was wet, making a mess of his boxers, the waistband pushed down just enough to expose the slick, needy mess between his thighs.

“Can’t wait for it to be me,” he breathed, voice trembling.

You started thrusting slow, deep, fucking Felix open with steady rolls of your hips. Your hands gripped his waist, guiding him back onto you with every stroke. He was whining into the sheets, hole fluttering around your cock, and every now and then, he’d look back at you—eyes dazed, lips parted, begging silently for more.

“Look at Ji,” you whispered, voice dark. “Show him how pretty you take it.”

Felix turned his head, moaning loud as you slammed into him just right—and Han shuddered, fingers twitching between his legs as he watched you ruin his best friend.

You didn’t last long. Not with Felix squeezing down on you, slick squelching with every thrust. You slammed deep one last time, cock buried to the hilt, and came hard—hips jerking as you filled him up, cum spilling warm and thick inside.

Felix collapsed forward, whimpering into the sheets, hole twitching around your cock as you gently pulled out. You stroked his back, murmured a quiet, “Good boy,” and kissed his shoulder as he melted into the mattress, cum already beginning to leak from his stretched hole.

But when you looked over—Han was trembling.

He was kneeling nearby, completely naked now, hands clenched into the sheets. His pretty pussy was glistening, lips slick and puffy, thighs pressed together like he didn’t trust himself not to cum from just watching.

“Come here, baby,” you said, pulling him into your lap. “Your turn.”

He moved fast, straddling your lap in seconds, already grinding his dripping pussy against your cock to slick it up. You held his hips steady, looked up into his flushed, needy face.

“Y-you’re still hard?” he gasped.

“You want it?”

Han nodded, breath shaky. “Please… wanna feel you inside. Wanna ride you until I’m full.”

You guided your cock to his cunt, watching him as he lined himself up—and then slowly, so slowly, sank down.

“Fuck,” he choked out, nails digging into your shoulders. “So big—feels so deep already—”

You groaned low, gripping his waist. “You’re so fucking tight, Ji. So warm for me…”

He whimpered as he bottomed out, thighs trembling against your hips, his pussy pulsing greedily around your cock. You kissed his chest, his throat, whispered little praises as he adjusted to the stretch.

Then he started moving.

Slow at first—tiny rocks of his hips, grinding down against the base of your cock with soft, broken moans. But soon, he found his rhythm, riding you with messy, desperate thrusts, your hands helping him bounce in your lap.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. His flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way he clenched every time your cock brushed just right. His pussy was soaked, squelching obscenely with every movement, drenching your thighs as he rode you harder.

“Feels so good—fuck—feels so fucking good,” he cried out, body jerking.

You cupped his face, made him look at you. “You’re taking me so well, Ji. Just like that, ride me. You’re perfect.”

His moans turned high and frantic. “W-want you to cum in me too—please—fill me up like Lix—”

You leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. “Then cum for me first, baby. Let me feel you.”

That was all it took.

Han broke apart in your arms, pussy clenching down tight as he came with a loud, wrecked moan—thighs shaking, body twitching, hole spasming around your cock in wet, desperate pulses. You held him through it, thrusting up into him only a little, enough to keep the pressure just right.

And when you couldn’t hold back any longer—you spilled into him, cock throbbing as you filled him up deep, hips pressed flush as you buried yourself to the hilt. Your cum mixed with his, leaking out around your cock while he whimpered, burying his face in your neck.

You rocked with him gently, cock still inside, his hips twitching every time you moved.

“You did so good,” you whispered, stroking his back. “Took all of me, pretty boy.”

Felix curled in beside you, lazy and glowing, fingers stroking Han’s thigh. “He looked so hot… fuck, I wanna kiss both of you forever.”

You wrapped your arms around him. Felix crawled in close, kissing your shoulder, nuzzling against your side.

The bed was messy. Your thighs were sticky. But the warmth between the three of you?

Perfect.

(honorable mention of the series)

[sanakimohara]

[ DIVE ] - L. F.

pairing: felix x fem reader (established relationship)

summary: post concert Felix taking his extra energy out on you.

playlist:

type: drabble/no real plot

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SMUT + ORAL + IMPLIED FREE USE + SOFT DOM FELIX

a/n: I had time and realized I haven't been writing much for Lix, so I had to fix that.

Felix, who adores it when you play with his hair while he fucks you -especially after he and the other members deliver another chaotically entertaining performance on their world tour.

Felix, who is drenched in water and sweat by the end of the night, finds you in his dressing room, watching you pick up messes and rearranging things even though you aren’t official staff, feeling the energy he hadn’t spent out while performing, going straight to his cock as he observes you for a moment.

Felix walks over to you like a magnet pulled in by gravity, cornering you with a tender smile, and you instantly return to the gentle expression. Nothing you can say distracts him; every question about the concert you have gets a short answer as his hands slide past the hem of your skirt, running along your warm and bare skin hidden underneath.

Felix, who isn't fazed that you neglected to wear panties, is ever so grateful, whispering short praises in your ear as he slides the skirt down your hips and watches it pool at your feet. You let him do what he pleases, more than happy to help him unwind, and despite trying to coerce a conversation out of him, you’re glad to be shut up with a pattern of sloppy kisses and muttered commands he knows you’ll follow in a heartbeat.

Felix hums softly and deeply in his chest when you tug at the silky strands. He feels proud of himself for making you feel good and wants you to pull his hair as often as you wish.

Felix, who ties his hair back when he needs to get a taste of you, is quick to drop to his knees and pry yours apart so his head rests between your thighs and his mouth finds your cunt all the easier.

Felix, who doesn’t care that you’re writhing mess in minutes, already dropping what you’re doing to gaze at him through softened eyes with a grateful smile on your lips.

Felix, who looks you dead in the eyes like a lovesick puppy when his tongue runs up and over your clit, warm and fixated on your every expression, the tender muscle explores your cunt inside and out until you’re shivering closer to a high.

Felix flashes you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen when he pulls away to push your legs up to your chest, soft hands holding them there by a grip on the back of your thighs as he dives straight back into eating you out.

Felix laughs softly at your hushed sighs and breathy moans filling the air, hoping whoever passes by the backstage dressing rooms can’t hear you over the lingering cheers of the crowd he just performed for, and he is glad you’ve grown out of being shy about them hearing you.

Felix, who always seems to need hydration on stage -constantly dousing himself in water when the chance arises- is now openly selfish with lapping up your arousal as it trickles out of you and onto his tongue.

Felix looks more than proud of himself, seeing your flushed and exhausted face disappear behind your hands as you try to regain composure. He plants chaste kisses on your inner thigh with a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.

“How are you not tired…?” you whine, refusing to admit that his obsession with dumping his post-concert energy on you wasn’t thrilling.

Felix clicks his tongue, feigning a thoughtful moment as he guides your legs to relax around his waist, smirking when you swallow a moan feeling his covered hard-on press into your bare cunt, “You know how to fix that for me. Don’t you, baby?…”

You nod slowly without a second thought, melting under his weight, returning the slow kiss he pressed to your lips as you traced your hands along his sweat-damp face to run through his tousled and drenched hair.

“Always…” you mutter against his mouth, smiling when he bites his lip satisfactorily at your answer.

a/n: fuck Donald Trump and double fuck everybody who voted for him. There I said my fucking peace…

other links: don't fucking ask…

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

You’re welcome. Bye. Credits to creator. 🖤

[moonchild9350]

Only Yours

Summary: Felix put on a show for his fans at the festival but what he forgot about was the consequences of showing off what's only yours.

Pairing: sub idol Felix x fab dom reader

Genre: smut, pure filth lol 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: slapping, pussy job, hand job, blow job, nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it up), use of restraints, gagging, choking, use of the term slut, dirty talk, belittling, dacryphilia, subspace (aftercare is implied)

Notes: I went feral over how Felix acted at Lollapalooza and so this was born.

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The door slammed shut, as you pushed Felix into your hotel room, your lips against his plush ones. It was a flurry of clashing of teeth as you desperately made out with each other, spit dribbling down your chin. Felix went to push you against the wall, but you stopped him, your hands grabbing his wrist. He pulled away shocked, looking at your hands wrapped around his.

“Babe?” He asked, uncertainty in his voice.

You smirked at his confusion before pushing him back, watching as he took one step at time, back, back, back, until the back of his legs hit the bed. You let go of his wrists, and placed your finger on his chest and gave him a push, watching as he fell onto the bed. You watched as he looked up at you, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.

You crawled onto the bed to hover over him. You took off his shirt and sweats and looked him over, from his beautiful tits to his belly, his happy trail barely visible but there. You took in the sight of his cock and the hair around it, licking your lips at the sight.

Taking your finger, you once more dragged your finger down his chest, watching as he shivered with the contact. You brought your finger to his nipple, the same ones that he let his fans see, the ones they were probably drooling over, the pink bud erect, before circling your finger around it and giving it a pinch. Felix let out a groan at the pain, his back slightly arching off the bed.

Felix reached his hands up as if he wanted to pull you to him, but you slapped his hands away, denying him the pleasure of your closeness. He whimpered at the action, a pout forming on his face. You knew he was confused as to why you were being cold, not the usual clingy person you could be when you were intimate with him. But tonight was about punishment. He deserved it after how he acted on stage.

You bent down to take his nipple into your mouth and sucked, bringing your other hand to play with the other nipple. Felix let out a breath, his belly contracting in pleasure. You thought he was enjoying it too much, deciding to bite down on his nipple, pulling the bud upwards, Felix letting out a yelp. You let his nipple go before sitting up, seeing tears start to form in his eyes.

You shook your head and grasped his face with your hands, squeezing his cheeks hard, causing his mouth to pucker open. He looked at you with glistening eyes, making your core clench around nothing, your boyfriend’s tears turning you on more.

“Why?” Felix muttered, as you tightened your grip.

“Lix doesn’t know why he’s being punished?” You replied, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Felix shook his head as much as he could. He didn’t know what he did wrong to deserve punishment. He knew no was the wrong answer, but he just couldn’t think of why you were mad at him.

“You’re a little slut you know that?” You asked him, watching as his eyes widened at your words, feeling his cock twitch beneath you.

“See, you’re getting off just by me calling you a slut. Showing off your body, putting on a show for everyone. You want to be a slut? I’ll treat you like one,” you said before releasing his face just to bring your hand down as you slapped him. He moaned out with the contact, his hips bucking up into you.

Felix gripped your hips, and attempted to flip you over, wanting to be on top. He needed you, needing to be inside you. However, you overpowered him, caging his body between your legs.

“Naughty boy, trying to take over?” You chastised, before slapping him again. “Sluts don’t get to be in charge.”

Felix whined, surrendering to you, his arms dropping down beside him.

You grinned at his submission. “Good boy,” you purred as you slide your panties off and then reached to pull your shirt off. You tossed them away before caressing your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers. Felix longingly looked up at you, his eyes traveling to your breasts. You knew he wanted to touch them, so you teased him some more, moaning as you played with your breasts.

Felix reached up to grasp them, but you slapped his hands away. You looked down at him, letting out a tsk.

“Lix has been naughty again. I think I need to tie you up.” You said as you got up to grab a scarf from your bag.

Felix shook his head, mumbling about how he’ll be good and take his punishment, but you ignored his pleas, as you found what you were looking for. You took both his hands and tied them together, before lifting them above his head and tying them to the bed post. You looked at the boy beneath you, his cock hard and leaking against his abs, the same abs thousands were screaming for earlier in the night.

“Now, sit there as I use you slut,” you said, grabbing his cock and stroking it, your hand moving quickly up and down his shaft. You leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip, pressing your tongue against his slit. Felix bucked his hips, as he loudly moaned, his hands straining against the restraints. You bobbed your head, hollowing out your cheeks, taking his cock to the hilt, the tip kissing the back of your throat.

You fondled his balls, causing him to cry out. You thought he was being too loud, so you released his cock with a pop and reached over to grab your panties.

“Open up,” you said, watching as Felix opened his mouth without complaint. You stuffed your panties into his mouth, effectively gagging him. Satisfied, you shuffled back down, grasping his cock in your hands once more. You rocked your hips against his member, the hard appendage easily sliding between your lips from the amount of slick gushing out of your pussy.

You let out a groan at the feeling, pressing his tip into your clit when you thrusted upwards. Your eyes settled on your lover, watching as more tears fell from his eyes, his moans muffled. You grinned before lifting your hips up and sinking onto his cock, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. You let out a sigh at the feeling. You braced yourself, placing your hands on his chest before bouncing on his cock, taking him to the hilt each time, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room.

Felix thrashed underneath you as your walls engulfed him over and over. You let out a laugh, watching him struggle. You leaned over him as you continued to use his cock, the new angle hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You looked Felix in the eyes, watching as tear after tear fell from his face. You leaned down to lick a long strip up his cheek, catching each tear. Felix groaned at this, his Adams apple bobbing with the sound.

“Look at you Lix, letting me use you like the little slut you are,” you cooed, holding his face in your hand, your pace never faltering as you took his cock over and over.

“If your fans could see you now. Not so big and bad are you?” You smirked before releasing his face. You could tell he was close, the need to cum apparent in the way he moved beneath you, attempting to buck his hips into you. You sat up before riding him harder, your hips dragging to and fro against his pelvis, the hair framing his cock stimulating your clit just so. You breath hitched as you approached your high.

Felix let out a moan, muffled by your panties, causing your pussy to clench around him. With one more swivel of your hips, you came, your walls fluttering around his cock, causing Felix to cry out. You felt his cock twitch within you, his orgasm close. You gripped his throat with your hand, before squeezing, slowly cutting off his oxygen. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and body convulse, an animalistic howl falling from his mouth even with the gag, as he came, his cum spurting within you to cover your walls.

You let out a moan at his pleasure, squeezing his throat once more before releasing it. You watched as he slowly came down, his eyes searching yours. You grinned and removed your panties from his mouth before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Good job baby,” you praised before getting up, his now softened cock sliding from your walls. You released his hands from the bed before untying them, rubbing the skin between your hands. You took Felix into your arms, holding him close, running your hands through his hair.

Felix slowly came to, as his flexed each of his joints.

“That was hot babe,” Felix murmured as he snuggled closer into you.

You hummed in agreement. “Are you ok Lix?” You asked, you voiced laced with concern, you were pretty hard with him after all.

“Mmhmm…yes,” Felix replied, his breathing getting slower as he started to drift off.

“I’ll always be your slut,” Felix said, “only yours.”

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[hyuny-bunny]

skz + s/o with long nails

can't sleep and i need to get this thought out before it makes my head explode

MDNI (18+) suggestive ideas, mutual masterbation, oral, nail markings

skz x gn!reader

chan: at first he's indifferent. it makes no difference to him, you might've kept short or no nails to start with while dating him. it isn't till you try out a new spot that leaves you with the best set you've ever had, that he starts to take more notice. especially when his back scratches take a whole new level. he's twitching his leg like a dog when you go too light on him finding it ticklish, he's begging you to scratch him harder. his mind starts to run wild at the thought how it would feel to have your nails clawing at his back during sex as he pounds into you.

minho: he loves your nails. he finds them so cute on you, especially when their pointed like a cat claw. he's not one to comment his thoughts on what you should do but he loves the way your hands look with baby pinks or milk white shades. his cats seem to enjoy them as much as you do when they surround you begging to be scratched next. he really finds out how much he loves them when you're going down on him as his thank you for paying for the new set, when you're clawing down on his thighs. he can't help admire how pretty they look while you sit perched between his thighs as stroke him into your mouth.

changbin: he loves everything about you but the nails he just doesn't quite get. how are you supposed to lift weights when you can't even close your hand into a fist :( ? nevertheless he pampers his partner!! so of course he's putting his card down for you to pay for your new set or sending you the money to pay for them (then some more incase it's a long session and you need to grab food). he's a changed man when he sees the new set. your nail tech found a cute way to put his intials on the ring fingers of your nails. he's posting and sending everyone a photo of your nail set with your hands wrapped around his bicep. he knows that all you need is a ring to complete it.

hyunjin: love love love LOVES your nails. everytime there's an appointment coming up soon, he's already asking what you're getting. he'll send you some ideas, a lot of it might be douyin style but he loves anything you decide on. aside from loving the way they look, he also loves the way they feel. his insta photos might be filled with your hands in shot with coffee or selfies he's taken while's you held his face or gave his cheeks a squish. either way he knows that you know when he plops down into your lap or chest, he's demanding head and back scratches. he's purring like a cat in your lap with every movement but will immediately whine if you stop too soon.

jisung: don't care as long you're dedicating an hour or two to play with his hair after a fresh set. colors make no difference to him but he gets weak in the knees when you come home with red nails. his mind taking him to filth places of having your hand stroking him, how pretty your hands look in with his cum painting your nails. he's always offering to pay for your nails, on the condition that you always do red which you're typically happy to oblige anyways.

felix: there has to be something based in fact for me to confidently say he also more than happy to have you scratch his head, back, anywhere that you possibly feel he might enjoy because he is actually a cat. a very cuddly one that's purring with every scratch across his skin. he loves the set ideas you come up with but especially loves when you incorporate hints of blue in your nails because you know it's his signature color. makes him feel like it's proof that you belong to him in a way that only he needs to know. his only thing to pick at is you can't be as handsy with baking with him when you have longer nails :/ buts that's okay when you make it up by playing with his hair, putting it in pretty braids and giving him neck & chin scratches.

seungmin: also someone who seems in different. he might get annoyed every time you accidentally poke him too hard from a new set. he'd tease you for the way your nails sound while you type but it's all in good fun. another one who's twitching his leg like a puppy every time you scratch his back or head. oh how he could lay like that forever. another one to soft launch you on his insta with shot of your hand on his knee at a baseball game or intertwined while having a romantic dinner. he once again doesn't mind and even learns to appreciate the way your nails rake through his hair. how they feel when your trying pry him out from between your thighs tugging on his hair for dear life.

jeongin: he loves your long nails, he loves it even more when you take him with you to get your nails done together. he's not passing on opportunity to get matching manicures. he loves to see you venture off with colors. when you opt to get a forrest green french tip set, he's right there asking for his pinky nails to be painted in the same green polish. he's posting a picture of your intertwined hands with your matching polish. he's down bad for you and everyone knows it. you can't blame him when you're the same for him. it's all he thinks about when you're both laid next to each other in bed with his hand in your underwear and your hand wrapped around him stroking him so prettily, toying with one another and matching polish adorning your hands.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡His Brother's Bride - Felix

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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