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angel-writes-skz-here · 1 month ago

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I'm Yours

Felix x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: A broken heart and former friends with benefits. What could go right? Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (Be safe!) fingering, oral (both rec.) pet names (sweet girl, etc), slight angst if you squint? A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Tears stream down your face as you flee the shared apartment in the pouring rain. Catching your boyfriend in bed with another girl was not the most ideal way to start your weekend. The two of you had been dating for 8 months; so what’s a girl to do when her heart gets broken?

Go see her best friend.

You knock on Felix’s door rapidly, heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline. He opens it, noticing your rain-soaked body.

��Woah, what the hell happened to you?”

You can only sniffle in response as you shake slightly from the cold. Felix pulls you inside, bodies colliding as you cling to him for dear life, letting the emotions flow freely as he shuts the door behind you, tears soaking his now damp shirt.

“He-he was with another gi-girl,” you hiccup, arms around Felix’s waist. Felix sighs, wrapping his arms around you.

Felix had warned you months ago when he met the guy that he didn’t like him. And he swore up and down it wasn’t just because you two would no longer have your arrangement.

You and Felix had decided to be friends with benefits almost a full year ago. Both swore to never catch feelings, which you did about 2 months in, but you never told him that. Both of you swore to keep it casual, and if one or the other dated, you couldn’t touch each other. And over the 8 months, it had been extremely difficult for the both of you. You couldn’t be under a blanket together, it was super hard being alone, not that your boyfriend let it happen too many times because he swore up, down, left and right that you and Felix had something at some point.

Something you denied.

When you started dating your, now, ex-boyfriend, it was an attempt to stop your arrangement with Felix because feelings were becoming too involved for you, and how could they not?

He didn’t just fuck you and leave. He would wine and dine you, buy you gifts, both small and large, cuddles and wonderful aftercare after sex, made you feel safe, secure, seen and heard. He made you feel everything a boyfriend should. And yet he was your friend.

“Hey, come on, let’s get you out of these clothes before you get sick.”

Oh yeah, and he was probably the most caring and considerate man you knew. He was never one to rush, never one to ignore your needs, any and all of them. You needed a jacket because it was cold? Done. You needed a different angle for Felix to make you feel good, he’s happy to oblige. You wanted a chill night away from home, he was ready to pick you up within the hour.

You nod and let him lead you to his bathroom where he draws a bath for you, a bath bomb, essential oils, and candles. You go to peel off your wet clothes, but he lightly pats your hand away.

“Let me do it, you just relax.” His low voice drawls. You give him a tight-lipped smile and he slowly, methodically, helps you out of your clothes. You’d seen each other naked so many times, and yet Felix looks at you the same way he did the first time; like you’re reverent, holy, something to admired. As you step out of your underwear, you’re looking down at him as you steady yourself on his shoulder.

He looks up at you, like a man who’s thanking God he gets to be in your presence. Like he’s grateful to simply adore you. Like he’s devoted to you and you only.

He slowly stands up, helping you into the tub. Your foot hits the hot water as you slowly sink down, you can’t help the moan that escapes you.

“Thank you,” you whisper as the water blurs the image of your body for him. He bends down grabbing a loofa, soaping it up, lightly dragging it over your shoulders and down your arms. You relax against the back of the tub, allowing him to take care of you, washing away the stress.

Once he finishes washing you off, he kisses the top of your head lips lingering for a moment or two longer than necessary, before getting up and brining you some clothes. He leaves the room, allowing you to get dressed and blow dry your hair the rest of the way.

When you walk out, Felix has set up a blanket fort and there’s soft music playing in the background. You smile softly to yourself as you see his head pop out similar to that of a cute little gopher.

“You like it?” he asks eagerly, resembling a cute puppy who’s just found something brand new in life; excited and not afraid to show it.

“It’s great,” you giggle as you walk over moving the blanket to sit down. There are snacks, drinks, and a laptop to watch whatever you want.

“Lix, you didn’t have to do this,” you smile at the sentiment. He grins sheepishly.

“Seemed like you needed it. Now, you wanna tell me what happened?” You go into the whole spiel about how you had your suspicions when you found deleted messages on his iPhone between him and some random number. The texts weren’t explicit but they were flirty, how he’d been coming in later and later after work and then finally you caught him in bed with her. Felix frowns when he see’s the tears prick your eyes and he pulls you close, kissing your temple.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” he whispers and you sit with him for a moment, underneath the soft lighting, music still playing softly. Felix begins to hum quietly, a sound that you feel vibrate through you and you close your eyes for a minute, enjoying the soothing sound of his voice.

You move to his lap, arms around his neck, face cradled in the crook of it, breathing him in. He smells sweet; like home.

“I should’ve listened to you,” you whisper out brokenly.

“Don’t do that, don’t blame yourself,” he says as his arms wrap around your body.

“I missed you, Lix.” You whisper in his ear before nuzzling your head against him. He bites his lip- God help him he missed you too.

Every single part of you. He places his lips on your clothed shoulder, a simple show of affection. But he stiffens when he feels you place your lips on his neck, soft, barely there at first, as if the two of you are silently asking each other the same question.

You both pause; the tension between you building. Frozen in time; both of your heartbeats wild.

You pull your head from his shoulder looking into his sweet dark eyes, one’s you found yourself missing when you didn’t get to see them every day. Your fingers comb through his hair, gently as you look between his eyes, your fingers resting in the ends of his hair, delicately playing with it.

Felix cups your cheeks and you lean into his touch.

Slowly the two of you lean in closer, Felix being the one to connect your lips, a soft moan escaping your mouth as he does. It’s soft, slow, and sensual. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his hands resting on both sides of your face.

He tastes just like you remember, sweet like sugar, and yet something that’s so inherently Felix. Your hips shift in his lap, grinding against him and he lets out a deep moan.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he says between kisses. You only tug on his blonde locks slightly, causing him to chuckle.

“Felix,” you say breathlessly. He looks at you inquisitively, a brow arched.

“I want you,” you breathe, arousal and desire flowing through your bloodstream.

“Please,” you almost whimper before he lays you down on your back.

“I missed you so much,” he confesses as his lips start to leave open mouthed kisses down your neck.

“You missed my body, Lix,” you chuckle lightly. Felix tenses, lips stilling on your neck for a moment.

“Felix?” you ask quietly. As if snapping out of a trance he immediately continues, but he puts his lips on that sweet spot he remembers used to drive your insane. He nips at the skin, and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers card through his hair. He sucks a mark onto your neck, licking over it after he bites down again.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, desire coursing through your veins as your hips lift up, desperate for friction.

You can feel him smirk against your skin. Felix has decided tonight isn’t just about having you, it’s about making sure you know you only need him. Something about seeing you run back to him tonight made him realize he doesn’t want to play games anymore, and he never wants to see you that upset over some stupid guy again.

His hands slip up under the shirt he lent you, your skin erupting with goosebumps under his touch. He pulls the shirt off your head, revealing your upper half to him, he hunches over, finding your lips in a passionate, hard kiss.

“’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He breathes before his tongue flicks out over your hardened nub. You gasp out a moan, feeling his tongue flick gently as he sucks it into his mouth, his hand coming up to play with the other.

“Felix,” you whine as your hips shift up again. He lets your right one go, giving the left the same treatment.

He chuckles against you as he then begins to kiss down your sternum, lips dragging against your skin as he looks up at you through his lashes. A sight that causes you to clench around nothing, a wet and warm sensation being felt between your legs.

Then he gets to the waist band of the underwear he’d let you borrow. His teeth go to it, dragging it down slowly.

He groans at the sight of your body beneath him, ready and willing and to take whatever he’s ready and willing to give it.

“You want me baby?” he asks as your underwear is discarded onto the side.

“Yes,” you squirm as you watch him.

He settles between your legs, taking in a breath.

“God you smell so good,” he breathes, eyes closed and savoring the moment.

“Missed this pretty pussy, these pretty legs, my pretty girl,” he rambles, and he’s not even tasted you yet. You feel the heat rise up your neck at his pet name for you.

“Lix, please.” You lift your hips near his face, and he can only smile. He opens his mouth dramatically, showing you his tongue flattened out, before spreading your folds. He lets out a guttural groan when he tastes the bit of arousal that’s already collecting at your entrance.

“Better than I remember,” he mumbles to himself before his tongue begins working on your clit.

Your back arches as his tongue works in circles, up and down and side to side on your bud, your fingers find his hair, pushing his head deeper into you.

“Fuck,” you whimper as you feel Felix slowly insert a finger and curl it, making the come-hither motion, hitting your sweet spot as his tongue’s speed only quickens.

“Felix,” you whimper, hips shifting. He places a hand on your lower stomach and to keep you from moving too much, tongue doing figure 8’s now as he adds a second finger. Felix relishes in the time spent between your legs, while he knows you and your ex most likely slept together, he’s bound and determined to show you he’s better, that he knows you better. That was the other thing about Felix, he took the time to get to know your body, to learn what makes you tick, learn what you don’t like, and learn what you love more than anything.

“Oh, God,” you moan, eyes rolling back in your head. Felix teases you a little, stopping his tongue, focusing on working your hole.

“No, don’t-fuck-,” you gasp, “do that thing with your tongue,” you plead.

“This?” He asks cheekily before resuming his movements, making you cry out in pleasure as you feel the tightening in your stomach.

“Fuck yes, that, please don’t stop,” you gasp, breathing coming in heavy pants. Felix can sense that your getting closer, feeling the way your walls clench around his digits.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages in his deep voice, the sound only helping you get to your orgasm. With a few more flicks of his tongue, you’re falling apart, thighs squeezing his head as he fucks you through it, dragging it out as your hips roll. He cleans you up with his tongue, your hips jerking as his nose bumps your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He begins circling your bud again, sharp gasps and whimpers falling from your lips.

“Lix, too-too much,” you gasp as your head digs into the mattress and your hips roll, despite the painful pleasure.

“Ah, God,” you fist his hair, trying to push him away.

“You can take it, baby. One more for me.” He encourages before working your nerves again with his mouth.

You whimper out. He smiles and continues his assault, drawing yet another deep, hard orgasm from you. You’re breathing heavily, aftershocks hitting you as he kisses back up your body, leaving a few love bites on your hips. You bring him down for a passionate kiss, tasting yourself in the process.

The world feels like it stops turning whenever you’re with Felix, that time doesn’t exist, that it’s your world and the other people just live in it.

Felix pulls back to take off his shirt, abs on full display and your hands, like a reflex, reach up to feel them. You notice his smirk and blush as you raise up, kissing his stomach, tongue swiping over his abs every now and again.

You work on his pants, pulling them down, allowing him to spring free. He’s hard, leaking and red from the sheer need of friction and release.

“You don’t have to,” he says but is cut off by the warm feeling of your mouth. Felix falls back, careful not to tear down the romantic scene, as your head bobs up and down, tongue swirling around him, his taste saturating your taste buds.

“Fuck, baby I need you,” he moans with his eyes shut, hand on the back of your head. After a few more pumps of your head, he’s pulling you off, laying you back where you were and hovering over you. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you watch him closely.

Felix looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation.

“Look at me,” he whispers when you get bashful and look away from him. Your eyes meet his as he pushes in, both of your mouths falling open as the sheer pleasure of being connected. Felix stills for a moment, your foreheads resting together.

“Fuck I missed you so much,” he breathes before capturing your lips softly.

He begins rocking his hips, his head falling to your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he grunts as your legs wrap around his waist.

“You don’t need anyone but me, baby.” He whispers, in your ear, “ah,” he hisses, “so fucking tight. Look at how well you take me. Such a good girl for me.” He moans.

“You hear me? I’m all you need, day or night, rain or shine, I’m fucking made for you, and you’re made for me. Ah, fuck,” he groans as he feels your walls clamp down at his words. Your fingers are splayed on the back of his neck as you hold him close, kissing and nipping at his shoulder as he begins to thrust harder.

“Ah, fuck,” you whimper, nails slightly digging into his neck and shoulder.

“So fuckin pretty, mine. You hear that? You’re mine, I’m not letting you go.” He says as his speed increases.

“Say it,” he growls.

“I’m yours, Lix. I’m yours.” You repeat breathlessly, but he swallows the last word with a deep, sloppy kiss.

“My sweet girl,” he says softly as he pounds into you, skin slapping against skin, the air in the fort smelling of sex and sweat.

“I’m close,” you whine as you feel the muscles in your body start to lock.

“Fuck me too,” he kisses you, holding your pelvis up and pounding into you, causing you to see stars as your orgasm crashes into you and Felix groans as he fucks you through it. You cling to him as your body shakes, aftershocks of your orgasm having you frozen in place for a moment, your face in his neck as he hits his own orgasm as you come down from yours.

He groans as his hips thrust sloppily, both of you breathing heavy as his body stops.

“Fuck,” he breathes out before kissing you again. You giggle against him tongues grazing each other softly.

“God you’re perfect,” he says as he pulls away. He slowly pulls himself out of you, both of you shuttering at the sensitivity.

“Oh shit, y/n I’m-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he looks panicked once his senses are back down on earth.

“It’s fine, Lix. I’m on the pill.” You shrug as you sit up on your elbows. He sighs, carding a hand through his hair.

“I’ll be right back, ok?” you nod, face slightly flushed. Your heart is hammering and when Felix comes back, he has a warm wash cloth, snacks and drinks. He proceeds to clean you up, carefully wiping away the mess. Slightly fixated on how it looks dripping out of you.

“Uh, Felix?” you giggle noticing his eyes.

“Huh, oh s-sorry.” He blushes as he continues wiping the mess up, making sure you’re clean. He discards the rag, helping you under the blankets. He grabs a bottle of water, opening it, helping you drink to hydrate, before taking a sip for himself. Felix fits in beside you, letting you lay your head on his chest. For a few moments, the two of you drink in the moment together, his arm around you, his hand on top of yours with your fingers interlocked.

“That was incredible,” you whisper in awe. Felix chuckles.

“You really were.” He kisses your forehead.

“I meant what I said, though.” He says slowly.

“You don’t need anyone else, y/n. Watching you go out with him,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face, “It was torture. I know you’re still hurting, I know it’s gonna take time, but I want to be with you-,” you swallow his words with a deep passionate kiss.

You pull away, the two of you searching each other’s eyes.

“I don’t wanna be your friend, I don’t wanna be your fuck buddy.” He whispers.

“I wanna belong to you, I want you to belong to me. I want us, and I’m willing to wait, work and do whatever it takes to get it, y/n, because I’m crazy about you and I know you feel it too.” He says finally. You look between his eyes before your mouth cracks into a smile.

“We’ve been kidding ourselves, if we think we didn’t already belong to one another, Lix. I dated him because we both swore feelings wouldn’t get involved and they did. So, I tried to back out without having to explain why.” You admit.

Felix grins before kissing your forehead.

“No more pretending. No more games. No more acting like this means nothing,” he murmurs.

“You’re mine and I’m yours.”

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mayrose713 · 9 months ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Master List

ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI In Progress

Summary: Everyone knows the world is a cruel place, especially for Omegas, at least what little of them there are left. It's rare for any omegas to find their mated pack, especially an omega who has lived as a beta ever since she's presented never knowing how to truly be an omega. But after escaping her pack and family Y/n comes across an alpha and two beta's wanting to help her, where she discovers what its like to live in a true pack and embrace her presentation.

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Poly OT8 x Reader, A/B/O, MxF, MxM, Possessive SKZ, Protective SKZ, anxiety, depression, violence, cursing, abuse, fluff, comfort, angst, pet names, Smut

please remember the names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters are based after. The actions, views, personalities and characteristics of these characters do not in any way shape or form reflect their real selves. This story is all for fun so please keep it that way. No hate.

I will try to post when I can. I'm trying to keep at least a chapter ahead of the one I'm posting. Any chapters on the list I have crossed out means I’m working on it and will be posted soon.

The Pack Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter Updates Info Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25

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minhosimthings · 7 months ago

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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 ❤❤

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One night changed everything

In the bustling heart of Seoul, a young woman named Y/N hurried through the neon-lit streets. Her eyes were glued to her phone screen, the glow casting a soft blue hue on her face as she scrolled through job postings. Her dream of attending university and becoming a renowned journalist was slipping through her fingers, weighed down by the crushing burden of tuition fees. Each step echoed the urgency of her situation, her worn-out sneakers whispering against the concrete. She'd tried everything—part-time jobs, internships, and even freelance gigs that paid next to nothing. Yet, hope remained as stubborn as the smog that hung in the air.

Y/N's stomach growled, a reminder that she hadn't eaten since the early morning cup of ramen. Her phone buzzed, and she paused, expecting another rejection email. Instead, it was a text from her best friend, Chan, who had a peculiar expression on his face when they'd parted earlier. "Hey, I might have something for you. Meet me at the usual spot?"

Curiosity piqued, she replied with a quick nodding emoji and headed towards the small park that was their sanctuary from the city's relentless pace. The crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant murmur of traffic provided a serene backdrop as she approached the bench where Chan sat, his elbows propped on his knees, a furtive look in his eyes. He leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone, "Felix needs your help."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "What kind of help?"

Chan fidgeted, "Well, you know how guys can be…"

SUMMARY^1: Y/N, desperate for university funds, meets her best friend Chan in a Seoul park. He tells her that their mutual friend Felix needs her assistance, hinting at something sensitive involving his male desires.

Y/N sighed, "What did he do?"

"He's tired of being the butt of jokes," Chan admitted, his voice dropping lower, "He's a virgin, Y/N. He's desperate for a one night stand, but he's too shy to ask."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "Why are you telling me this?"

With a knowing smirk, Chan leaned back on the bench, "Because he's willing to pay for it, and I know you need the cash for school."

Her eyes narrowed, "What's the catch?"

"An NDA," he said, holding up his phone to show her the contract. "It's all above board. No strings attached, and you get enough money to cover your first semester."

The words hung in the air, a blend of temptation and disbelief. Y/N had had a crush on Felix since they were kids, but she'd never acted on it. Now, the opportunity was being dangled in front of her, wrapped in a thick envelope of cold, hard cash.

"Is it safe?" she whispered, her heart racing.

Chan nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Safer than a library, and just as quiet. You both sign, and it's a secret between you and him. Plus, the cash is yours to keep, no matter what happens."

The gravity of the situation sunk in, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it," she said, more to herself than to Chan. "But not because I like him," she added, trying to convince herself of the lie.

In the quiet sanctity of her tiny apartment, Y/N slipped into the baby blue slip dress that clung to her curves like a whisper. She felt both naked and empowered in the silk, the color a stark contrast against her flushed skin. The ribbon in her hair was a delicate touch, a silent nod to her inner child's innocence that she was about to leave behind. As she stepped into the sky-high white heels, she felt the weight of the decision sink deeper into her soul.

Arriving at the hotel, she took the elevator to the fourteenth floor, her heart hammering against her chest with each floor that passed. The corridor was eerily silent, the plush carpet swallowing her nervous footsteps. Outside room 1403, she paused, her hand hovering over the door handle. The cool metal felt reassuring under her fingertips. She took another deep breath and pushed the door open.

Felix was there, dressed in a crisp white shirt that accentuated his lean physique, his eyes widening at the sight of her. The room was bathed in a soft blue glow, reflecting off the pristine surfaces and intoxicating her with its serene beauty. He looked at her with a mix of awe and hunger, his pupils dilating as he took in every inch of her. She could see his hands shaking slightly, his own nerves betraying him. "You look…" he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the words, "Perfect."

The tension between them grew palpable as they moved closer. She felt his breath on her neck, hot and heavy. His hands traced the contours of her body, and she shivered at his touch. It was clear he was trying to be gentle, to make her comfortable, but the urgency in his actions was unmistakable. He untied the ribbon in her hair, the satin slipping through his fingers like water, and she felt a thrill run down her spine as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

He led her to the bed, the mattress sinking under their combined weight as he laid her down. His hands moved to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a zest that spoke of his inexperience. She felt a strange mix of pity and excitement for him, knowing that she was about to give him something no one else had. As he slid the dress off her, she caught a glimpse of the blue underwear, the color a stark contrast to the white sheets.

The night unfolded like a feverish dream, a dance of pleasure and pain that neither of them had anticipated. His touch was clumsy at first, but eager, and she found herself guiding him, her body responding to his every caress. She'd never felt so alive, so desired, and it was intoxicating. Each moan and whimper she made spurred him on, his confidence growing with each passing moment.

They explored each other's bodies like two lost souls finding refuge in a storm. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, punctuated by their ragged breaths. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. And when he finally entered her, it was with a tenderness that surprised them both.

Her moans grew louder as he found his rhythm, each thrust a declaration of his newfound power. She clung to the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as he claimed her in a way she'd never felt before. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He watched her face, reading her reactions like a book, learning what made her squirm and what made her scream. And when he felt her tighten around him, her body arching off the bed, he knew she was close.

With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep within her, and she came apart in his arms, her orgasm shaking her to her very core. He followed, his release hot and intense, his body collapsing onto hers with a final, guttural groan. They lay there for a moment, hearts racing, the only sound the gentle panting of their breaths.

As the night progressed, they lost count of the times their bodies collided in ecstasy. Each orgasm was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo of sensations that left them both breathless and spent. They pushed the boundaries of their desire, each new touch and caress bringing them closer to the edge until they could take no more.

But even as they reveled in the afterglow of passion, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing a dangerous game. The NDA loomed over her like a dark cloud, a silent reminder that this was a transaction, not a love affair. Yet, as she felt the warmth of his arms around her, the beat of his heart against her chest, she couldn't help but wonder if it was all just a lie. A lie she desperately wanted to believe.

When the sun began to peek through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden light, Y/N knew it was time to leave. She slipped out of bed, her legs wobbly from the night's exertions. She gathered her clothes, her eyes lingering on the crumpled blue dress that had been her armor for the evening. As she dressed, she felt a pang of sadness, the reality of their situation crashing down on her.

Felix watched her from the bed, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

Y/N forced a smile, "It's what you paid for."

He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. "You're more than just a one night stand to me, Y/N. I've always…" His words trailed off, and she stepped back, the warmth of his touch fading.

"It's okay," she said, her voice shakier than she'd like. "It's just business."

With a nod, she turned and walked out of the hotel room, the envelope of cash heavy in her pocket. The echo of his voice followed her down the hall, a promise of more than she could ever afford to hope for.

The weeks that followed were a blur of classes and part-time jobs, her mind never far from that fateful night. She tried to bury her feelings, to convince herself that it had been just a means to an end. But when she saw the positive pregnancy test staring back at her, all the walls she'd built around her heart came crumbling down.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the phone to call Chan, the only person she could trust with her secret. Her voice was barely a whisper when she confessed, "I think I'm pregnant."

Chan's response was immediate and firm. "You have to tell him."

Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach. "But the NDA…"

"Felix is your friend," he reminded her gently. "He'll understand."

The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the choice she now faced. She could either hold onto the lie, or risk everything by telling the truth. The fear and excitement swirled inside her like a tempest, threatening to consume her whole. But one thing was clear: she had to face the music, no matter the cost.

The days ticked by, each one heavier than the last. The secret grew within her, a living, breathing entity that whispered in the back of her mind. She knew she couldn't keep it much longer. And when she finally gathered the courage to confront him, she had no idea that her world was about to turn upside down.

Felix was rehearsing in the dance studio when she found him, sweat glistening on his forehead, his body moving in perfect sync with the music. She watched from the shadows, her heart racing. He looked so at ease, so confident, it was hard to believe he'd ever been the shy boy who'd needed her help. But she had to tell him, no matter the cost.

As the music faded, he caught sight of her, his eyes lighting up in surprise. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

Her voice was a mere murmur, "We need to talk."

He wiped the sweat from his brow, the smile fading from his face as he took in her serious expression. "Is everything okay?"

The studio felt like it was closing in on her, the walls painted with their shared secrets and unspoken desires. She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air like a fog, thick and suffocating. For a moment, time stood still. Then, everything crashed down around them.

Felix stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock. "What?"

Her voice grew stronger with each syllable, "You heard me. I'm pregnant."

The color drained from his face, and he sank to the floor, his hands shaking. "But we used protection," he said, as if the words could somehow change the truth.

Y/N nodded, her eyes filling with tears, "Sometimes it doesn't work."

The silence that followed was deafening, each beat of her heart echoing in the cavernous room. Then, as if a dam had broken, the words spilled out of her. She told him about the NDA, her fears, and the love she'd never admitted. "I didn't want it to be like this," she sobbed.

Felix looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite read. He took a deep breath, "You don't have to do this alone," he said, his voice firm.

The shock of his words washed over her like a tidal wave. "But the NDA," she whispered.

"Fuck the NDA," he said, standing up to face her. "This isn't just about money or a one night stand anymore. This is about us. And if we have a baby together, we're going to do it right."

The words hit Y/N like a ton of bricks. She hadn't allowed herself to believe that he'd react this way. She'd braced herself for anger, for rejection, but not this. "But JYP," she began, her voice trembling. "What will he say?"

Felix took her hand, his eyes filled with determination, "Let's go talk to him," he said, leading her out of the studio.

The walk to Park Jinyoung's office was a blur of nervous glances and shaky breaths. The corridors of the JYP Entertainment building were eerily quiet, the only sounds their footsteps and the distant echo of laughter from the other trainees. When they reached the door with the gleaming gold nameplate, Y/N's heart was racing.

With a deep breath, she opened the door to find Park Jinyoung behind his desk, his sharp eyes peering over the top of his glasses. The room was a testament to his success, with awards and trophies lining the shelves, but all she could focus on was the man who held her future in his hands.

"You're pregnant?" he said, his voice calm, but with an unmistakable edge of anger.

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast, "It was an accident, I swear. The NDA…"

But before she could finish, Felix stepped forward, "It's my responsibility, hyung. I'm the one who broke the rules."

Park Jinyoung's gaze switched to him, his expression unreadable. "You know the rules, Felix," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Felix swallowed hard, "I know, and I'm sorry. But we can work something out, right?"

The silence was suffocating as Park Jinyoung leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his years, he spoke, "I remember when my wife was pregnant with our first child," he said, his eyes far away. "It wasn't easy, but we did it."

Felix's grip on her hand tightened, and she felt a flicker of hope. "You're not mad?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Mad?" he repeated, his expression softening. "I'm disappointed, but I'm not mad. You're both adults, and this is a serious situation. But we'll figure it out."

The words were like a balm to her soul, and she felt the tension in her shoulders ease slightly. "Thank you," she murmured.

"We'll keep it private," Park Jinyoung continued, his gaze intense. "But if this affects your training or the company, there will be consequences."

Felix nodded, his jaw set, "Understood."

The conversation that followed was a whirlwind of plans and promises. They'd keep the pregnancy a secret until it was safe to share, and Y/N would be given a break from her duties to focus on her health and the baby. It was more than she could have ever hoped for.

As they left the office, Y/N felt a strange mix of relief and terror. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in weeks, she felt like she wasn't facing it alone.

The months that followed were a blur of doctor's appointments, cravings, and sneaky glances in the mirror. Each week brought a new challenge, a new joy, and a growing bump that seemed to tie her and Felix closer together. He was there for every ultrasound, his hand squeezing hers tightly as they watched the little miracle flutter and kick on the screen. He'd lean in and whisper sweet nothings to their unborn child, his voice filled with a love she never knew existed.

Y/N continued her studies, balancing her pregnancy with her classes, and even managed to keep her secret from the prying eyes of the media. The bump grew steadily, becoming a silent testament to the love they shared. They'd sit together at night, her hand on her belly, feeling their baby move in time with the rhythm of his heart. It was a secret dance, a silent promise that bound them together.

When it was time to tell the fans, they did it with a video that went viral in minutes. The camera panned over her growing belly, a soft glow emanating from her skin as she cradled it, her eyes filled with a love so profound it seemed to spill over into the lens. "We're going to be parents," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. Felix's hand rested on her shoulder, his eyes shining with pride.

The fanbase was torn. Some were ecstatic, their hearts swelling with joy for the couple they'd watched grow from awkward teenagers into adults navigating the choppy waters of life. They flooded social media with well wishes and messages of support, eager to be part of this new chapter. Others, however, were not so accepting. The jealousy burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. They couldn't bear the thought of their idol, their fantasy, sharing a life with someone who wasn't them. The hate was palpable, the comments on their posts a minefield of spite and malice.

But amidst the chaos, something strange happened. As the months passed and Y/N's belly grew rounder, as they posted more pictures of their quiet moments of bliss, something began to shift. The fans who had once been jealous found themselves drawn into their love story, unable to look away from the raw emotion that played out before their eyes. They watched as Felix painted her swollen feet with tiny stars, as she laughed through the pain of stretch marks. They saw the way he looked at her, not just with desire, but with a love so pure it was blinding. And they couldn't help but love them for it.

The haters grew quieter, their voices drowned out by the tide of love that swelled for the couple. They saw that this wasn't just a scandal, a secret kept for monetary gain. It was a love story, one that had been born out of friendship and grew into something so much more. The fans who had been jealous began to feel a kinship with Y/N, a bond formed by the shared experience of loving someone who was so clearly loved by another. They saw in her the possibility of their own happiness, the proof that love didn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.

And when the baby was born, a tiny bundle of hope and love, the fanbase erupted in celebration. They watched as Felix held his child for the first time, his hands shaking, his eyes brimming with tears. They saw the way Y/N looked at him, her love and admiration shining brighter than the stage lights. And they knew, without a doubt, that this was a love that was meant to be, a bond that not even the most stringent of contracts could break.

Baby, Madeline Lee. "Daddy's Little Girl, Mommy's Whole World."

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blxksun · 5 days ago

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18+, minors and ageless blogs dni

camboy!felix who wanted to, because he’s kind of a people pleaser (in his own little sick perverted way). people found him cute, innocent. he liked (a bit too much) the shock factor of when he spoke or accidentally showed skin. so, he made a second account on tiktok. first it was enough, just simple thirst traps, but when he realized his body had a reaction to people not seeing him in such an innocent light, he went along with the voice in the back of his head.

camboy!felix who was never loud about it—on his main tiktok. that one, lixfrmdwnunda, was strictly for challenges he wanted to try out and vlogs of his volunteer days. he chose the name because, well the obvious, but also for what it sounded like. usual comments there, nothing too crazy. "wannabdwnundalix: came from your other account, duality is insane", oh right, the other account.

camboy!felix who almost forgot (he didn't, he just doesn't ever admit to completely being aware) about the other account, kumfeelix, where he was very loud about it. not one video didn't show skin. those comments? the usual. he was..flirty there, always teasing, lifting a shirt up, holding that camera at that one angle, exposing the brand of his boxers, (the line that leads into them). liked every lustful comment and replied back with the same energy. 'raw, next question'= 'that was the only question, you pass', 'i hate seeing things i can't have' = 'you can have it, but can you take it?', 'until my dentist knows him by name' = 'what abt gyno?'. made every caption, ‘link in bio 🩵’.

camboy!felix who logged onto the site every day to notification bomb. print pics, hand pics, a foggy post-shower mirror picture of his hand wrapped around his dick, hair wetly resting on his collorbone, toned body teasing through the parts of the mirror that are defogging. and one word post, "can't wait to see you thursday 🩵".

camboy!felix who became the definition of hot people knowing they're hot. he knows he looks good and sounds better. he loves to get the people going, he quite literally gets off on it. so, he has a set schedule because he likes the idea that people anticipate seeing him, hearing him.

camboy!felix who likes making things as natural as possible. so, he does his lives at his desk with his pc set up (typically for his gaming) but right now, for the stream. once he pressed start, the viewers flooded in, constant ping! ping! ping! he was just sitting in his chair. hair pulled back by a headband, face bare (just shy of being hidden by his mic), some random t-shirt, and cotton sweat shorts.

camboy!felix who didn't even have to say anything because he conditioned his viewers to know exactly what to do. smirk pulling on his lips and eyebrow slightly raising, he replied to the chat teasingly, "oh yeah?, missed me and its only been a week?", "my voice makes you that wet, mmm, i should take responsibility?, yeah?", "you wish you could show me what i do to you, mmmm me too, maybe one day?", that last one made him laugh a little. he enjoyed ‘mocking’ them, because he knew and they did too, he would give them what they want.

camboy!felix who, like right now, was doing exactly that. reaching his hand into his sweat shorts, below his boxers, and pulling out his semi-hard cock to stroke it to full mast. ‘this want you wanted’, voice dropping a little lower into his mic. once again sending the chat into a frenzy.

camboy!felix who didn’t just focus on his body in the streams, but his voice too, sometimes streams less doing and more instructing. more or less guided mutual masturbation. "it's really unfair i don't get to see you, bet you look insane on your end", breathing coming out in sighs. he stops himself to lift his t-shirt over his head and immediately brings his hand back to his dick. "are your legs spread, baby?, spread them wider, i want to think about that. do that for me pleas-"

camboy!felix who mistakenly reads one final comment, that stops him from saying his next sentence. "wannabdwnundalix: i'm so glad i made it before you truly started, i had to charge my rose, it goes so good with the mold i bought from you~, wanna try to squirt for you lixie~".

camboy!felix who smiles big, because his favorite viewer was here. "good girl, try hard for me”. truly can't get that thought out of his head. he did that as a subscriber giveaway back when he first hit 5000 subscribers, this he actually forgot about.

camboy!felix who, several mind-numbing strokes in, realizes this isn't enough and he needs to feel more. tries his hardest to talk like they want him too, but he can only truly manage quick soft sighs and low groans. reaching into his box of stream props and pulling out a fleshlight and immediately replacing his hand with it.

camboy!felix who accidentally personalizes a public stream (not that the viewers notice, because he normally pretends the props are them). "fuck i bet this is how you're feeling, we're practically fucking each other right now, you feel so good, so fucking good". his hips are bucking up into it, his eyes low, mouth slightly ajar. "shit, i'm getting close, fuckkk, i'm gonna cum", his tilts his head. bumps to the back of his chair as his abs tighten.

camboy!felix who at this point is so in his head he doesn't even hear the pings. his hips aren't even bucking up anymore, he's full on thrusting. it's so sporadic, and he groans. "aauugh, shit shit shit, mmm" and he doesn't stop, his cum dripping out of the fleshlight, down onto his shorts. his bottom lip, finding a place in between his teeth and coming out as he almost soundlessly vocalizes 'fu'.

camboy!felix who overstimulates himself on accident and gets pitchy, cumming again, more dripping down onto his shorts. decides that's enough. his face his flushed, forehead shining slightly from sweat and he takes a moment to calm down. removes himself from the sleeve. he shows the camera, winks, "wish this was you huh?"

camboy!felix who follows that with, "could be, we're 100 away from 10,000. gonna fuck a fan" and he smiles big like he didn't just kill everyone behind their screens. goes in to kiss the camera. "see you next thursday". ends the stream.

blxksun2025 do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !

a/n here because of this poll. got a little long there (i got carried away). this is a work of pure fiction, nothing in this work is a true reflection of the real person this fanfiction is based around. i hope you enjoyed this. here is lee know. here is hyunjin.

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goquokka00 · 5 months ago

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SKZ vs. Shark Week (Felix ver.)

How would each member of Stray Kids handle you while you're on your period?

WARNING: This is a female reader going through their period. If the topic of a period/anything that has to do with a period makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it. Just remember that there's nothing wrong with a woman's period. It's a perfectly healthy body function :)

THE MOODS It was very safe to say that you were an absolute wreck. Not necessarily because you were all over the place emotionally, but because you were just extremely sensitive. One tiny little compliment that Felix gave you would make you cry. One little critique would make you cry. The cute puppy that lived across the hall? It made you cry.

And so, Felix made an effort to always be with you. Any time you started crying, he'd instantly scoop you into his arms and coo to you, babying you with everything he had. While he was usually your baby, when you got emotional like this, you were his. And he'd do everything in his power to make you feel all better.

You want kisses? He's gonna douse you in them. You want to be held? Great! Felix won't let you go. You want him close? Felix will melt into you, nuzzle your cheek with his, and squeeze you until you feel better. You don't want any of that? Too bad. He'll do it anyway.

THE BLOOD You actually don't bleed that much. Your flow is really light, but it lasts a long, long time. And Felix couldn't be more thankful. Why? Because he could still get his cuddles while you bled and lay with you. What more, you were willing to go out and do things with him.

You didn't feel gross because you didn't have a swimming pool of blood in your pants, hell, you didn't have to double up on products, either. You could easily get away with just using panty liners most of the time. Simple as that. And Felix couldn't be more grateful that his girl was somewhat functional.

THE PAIN While your period was nice to you in the blood regard, it was NOT nice to you during the other symptoms that occurred. There wasn't necessarily pain, but you did tend to stay up way later. Why? Because you sweated like a mad man during the night. You'd get hot, then you'd get grumpy, and then you'd just want to sprawl and not be anywhere near Felix.

And while Felix was a bit upset by that, and wanted to cuddle like you both normally did, he also understood that you were just uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed. He would be too if he was creating a new ocean made entirely of sweat where he was laying.

And so, he would go and sleep in the dorms at night, only to come right back the next day to be with you in case you needed anything.

THE PRODUCT Because Felix has two sisters, I feel like he'd be pretty comfortable with the sight of period products. He knew the ins and outs of it really well, and so he was more than happy to help out where he could. The one thing he was a bit hesitant on was going and getting the products for you.

It wasn't that he didn't want to because it was weird or embarrassing, no no no. He just really didn't want to slip up and get the wrong ones. Even if you were to write down exactly what you need and send a picture to him, he'd still be nervous that it wasn't the right ones, and that he failed you (even though he's incapable of failing anyone).

And when it comes to the waste, Felix just...doesn't want to look. He doesn't like the sight of blood in any shape or form, and so if he does accidentally see it, he'll just come to you and hesitantly ask you if next time, you could possibly cover the blood a bit more so he doesn't have to see it. And you do it, because he's too precious to argue with.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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nightmarenyxx · 1 month ago

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 1, 2, 3...

->.. Where Y/N lands a job at JYP Ent. and gets assigned to work with Stray Kids, a popular K-pop Boy Band and accidentally starts off on the wrong foot with Felix..

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, (idrk what more rn but I'll update it as I go)

Trope: Enemies to Lovers

Italics are thoughts (tho I don't know how much ill actually use these)

A/n: I KNOW it's hella short this time BUT I promise that the next chapter will be much much longer than this, I just don't know how much more I can extend this chapter..

You were nervous and excited as you stand at the big building in Seoul, also known as JYP Entertainment. You miraculously landed a job with the company and had just come in for your first day to be assigned to a group as a staff member.

Entering the building, you immediately go to the reception giving the lady at the desk a wide smile and giving her your details so she could inform you about the group that you'll officially be working with and the directions towards where they currently might be.

Following the directions to what seemed like the dance practice room you spotted a vending machine with drinks, rushing over, you get a coke and spot the dance room right across.

Taking a slight peek inside before going inside you spot the staff members, but none of the idols.

It's alright y/n, you can do it. Just don't bump into anyone and you'll be perfectly fine..

You turn the doorknob and..

*THUD*

You fell on the floor.

Great job y/n, did JUST the thing I told you not to do.

You open your eyes and see Felix. fallen. right in front of you. And his boba all over the floor. Your eyes widen as--

"Oh my gosh, I'm really sorry let me help you---"

"Leave it. I just wanted one damned thing to happen properly and not have it be messed up and some fucking lady decides to mess it all up. God why can I just have one normal day!? "

He gets up and leaves to what you assume is the washroom to clean up.

Kinda rude.

You proceed to get up and compose yourself enough to introduce yourself to the rest of the members, even though you already know them. Who wouldn't in this day and age?

Right as you go up to the others, felix comes from behind and joins them in the line and they start introducing themselves.

"Hana, dul, Step out annyeonghaseyo Stray Kids Imnida! "

You smile at them and introduce yourself too

"Hello! I'm y/n and I'm joining as one of your staff members as one of them have been fired for doing some things which they shouldn't have done, but dont worry because I'll make sure to have you guys be comfortable! "

The guys then disperse to eat their food and you visibly deflate and look around the entire room when you notice the person you know as Han Jisung coming towards you with a buldak Tteobokki and chopsticks.

"Y/n right? I'm Han Jisung, member of 3racha which is the producing unit of Stray Kids. I hope you have a great time with us and dont mind Felix, he's usually a sunshine but his day has not been going good today so he's just really cranky"

He says all this while looking like an actual quokka with food stuffed in his cheeks. He actually does look like a quokka.

"Ah, that's why he's so different.. It's understandable, even I would be hella grumpy if my day wasn't going well.. "

Just as he finishes his Tteobokki, the kids have to go elsewhere for a meeting with the other producers.

"You guys have meeting with producers as well? " You ask Jisung confused

"Well yeah, since we have concerts coming up, the producers need our opinions on the tracks and beats in them. "

They have a concert coming up? How did I not know that? The hell?

You follow them to the producing room, trying not to piss Felix off and communicating with the other members while he just keeps staring at you.

Weirdo.

Taglist: @jisunggy @skyracha @staytinyarmy @niki788 @ilovetocas1 @d3kstar @velvetmoonlght @hash2013 @hwangjoanna @st4rv3lly @angel-writes-skz-here (open)

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catiuskaa · 11 months ago

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𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

sum. felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

wc. 1.1k

cw. fluff! so many feels, my teeth are rotten after this

req! by my wifey @/stayconnecteed right here. won’t tag you twice cause you’re in the taglist lol. loved your idea! i’m so soft for felix ㅠㅠ<3

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

When he wakes up, the first thing Felix does is move his body right next to yours.

He basks in your now shared warmth with his eyes closed, and he smiles giddily, knowing that he isn’t hugging you so closely and tangling his legs around yours because of how cold he may or may not be. His hand slithers between your head and your pillow, and he can’t help but letting his heart flutter and creep with cheeky jealousy at the thought of your scent lingering in the bedsheets for days. He hopes his leaves a mark. But if it doesn’t, he’s free to come back whenever —your words, not his— and he sighs happily, still a bit sleepy.

With you now right where he knows you belong, not bothering if his arm will start to feel numb, he traces the outline of your face with his eyes, carving your face deep into his memory. Shyly, when he notices you stir awake, he closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He can’t know what you’ll do, and the thought has him weirdly on edge. But his heart swoons when the next thing he feels is your arms around his torso. Your nose brushes against his, and the effort he makes to keep pretending to be asleep —merely to see what you’d do, now more out of curosity than anything— and not let his breath hitch or the smile creep up his face is harder than he once would’ve thought.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

It’s a whisper that falls from your lips and strokes his whole body. It’s the first time he wakes up right by your side, and he already feels like he’s conquered the entire world. He’s just woken up, and whatever you two have got going on has been going on for a couple months now.

But today, this morning —your first morning— somehow feels different.

He’s a bit cheeky, and he doesn’t want to yet open his eyes again, loving how unrestrained your hands linger on him. He loves how your hands find home on the small dent of his waist, and almost as cheeky as him, you move his shirt up, just enough to trail shapes on the small parts of now visible creamy skin. He loves how it may seem like the paths your fingers create are mindless, almost an excuse to keep your hands on him, but as he holds back a smile, he can notice that you’re doodling on his back. Little stars that he knows can’t compare to those up in the sky, because those don’t tickle like how yours do, they don’t make you get as close to him like how yours do, they don’t make his heart flutter and swoon and giggle like how you do.

And —what he feels like it’s the most important relasation he’s had in the past ten or so minutes he’s been awake— he doesn’t love them as much as he loves you.

He notices how your fingers turn soft and tender, the pointy sides of a star changing to rounder shapes, and he’s putty in your hands, because those are shy and cute little hearts.

You sigh and move away from him, and before he can even open his eyes to pull you back, his still allegedly asleep figure gets a sheepish kiss from you.

It’s weird, because he’s kissed you so many times before, but this is different. It’s different, he knows, because for more than just the second the peck lasted before he hears the door in the room creak and your steps dim as you head somewhere else in your appartment, the room falls away. There’s nothing else there except the ghost of the touch of your lips against his, and how his heart keeps missing beats and his hands tickle to bring you back and closer to him.

His eyes are open, and his hand moves to his lips, in a daze as Felix feels his cheeks blushing like crazy. His heart is shortcircuiting, screaming at him, and his brain can’t understand it, because it just feels like he isn’t its owner anymore. He wants to move from the bed and run to you, and then you’d hug him too, traicing the same little shapes as before, and while you hug, your hearts as close as they can be, not minding all the flesh and blood and bones in between as yours calms his, and it’s so wild and unrestrained that he feels the need to give it to you.

“Take my heart, take it.” He’d say in a murmur. “I’m afraid of it, of how desperately it wants to consume you and devour you whole. Take it, because it’s yours and it feels like nothing without you, and replace it with something easier to understand.”

The scent of tea and honey wakes him up from his day dreaming, and your silhouette comes back, and you smile when you notice he’s up, his eyes locked on yours.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Felix giggles, turning back to his side as you leave your hot tea on your bedside table and lay back into bed.

You chuckle too, sighing in deep comfort when his arms surround you again.

“Good sleep?” You ask giggling, your hands stroking his face. Best sleep, he doesn’t say. “You’ve got marks of the pillow all over your face.”

“Well, how do you know you don’t have them too?” He teases menacingly. He knows that you haven’t looked yourself by how your eyes widen softly, and he rapidly cages you against him.

“Lix, let me go check!” You laugh, failing to move away from his embrace.

“Nope. You’re staying with me, wrickles and all.”

It’s a battle of whose’s laugh makes them weaker first, and judging by how you relax and giggle gently, he’s the winner for this one.

His eyes glow as he stares at you, and you can’t stop giggling, seeing the stars you doodled on him before stare back at you, posing as freckles on his face and as shimmers in his eyes. You kissed him before leaving, risking waking him up to release the wave of affection that crashed against you when he was the first thing you saw to start your day. A small liberty that compares in the slightest to how he kisses you now.

And you both keep laughing, laughing as you kiss each other, and none of you can make up something better than the taste of the other’s laugh in you mouths.

Then you sigh, and lean you forehead against his. You’d kiss each and every one of his freckles without him asking, as if every fiber of your being was dying because it makes you feel alive, stronger than you’ve ever felt and it’s home, and it’s then and only then when you feel it with such a raw tinge to it that you can’t hold it back anymore.

And neither can he.

“I love you.” you both blurt out, a first time of many.

You both stay there, waiting for the world to catch up and keep spinning.

“Pancakes?” You mumble on his lips, your smile never faltering.

“God, you’re an angel.” He giggles, so, so, so in love.

[🌼 ☆ 🥞 ☆ 🌼]

kats, who now feels so fucking lonely, need me a Felix ffs.

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── SH☆☆TING STARS

synopsis being the ceo of a marketing and pr consultancy service at just 25 in the cutthroat Korean entertainment industry is not easy. especially if the leader of the group of your first big project is adamant that he does not need your help. but is that all he thinks?

pairing idol!chan x ceo!fem-reader

genre smau, lowkey enemies to lovers, coworkers au, fluff, comfort, hurt, angst

a/n MY SHAYLAAA SHE'S COMING SO SOON! but also guyj ik nothing about marketing or pr so don't kill pls ^.^

profiles. novia needs therapy | stray kids

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00. you're at whose house??

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📱First Words With Dad!SKZ📱

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genre: crack, fluff

pov: 1st or 2nd person (depending on how you view it)

description: talking about miniracha's first words with dad!skz

pairing: dad!skz x gn!reader (individual); (changbin x pregnant!reader); (felix x pregnant!reader)

warnings: swearing

screenshot count: 19

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한지성 (Han)

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Soju Speedster

Felix x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Being stuck with Felix in a car isn't your idea of a fun time, or at least, it wasn't. Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (both rec), fingering, use of pet names, spit, degradation, Felix talks a lot A/N: Another order fulfilled! Thank you for the likes and love on these stories! I appreciate it so very much! I have a dad!chan fic coming out for Father's Day so please follow or comment if you'd like to be tagged in that or future fics of mine! Larie's Libations - Soju Speedster [Soju]- Felix [Cola]- Someone's Car [Citrus Rind] - Kinks (spitting, degradation) Thank you for your service! Please come again! 🍷

It was stupid really, the way you and Felix never could fully get along. Sure, in front of guests you were polite, but on the occasions, you were forced to be alone, it was torture.

You meet him downstairs, forced to ride with him to meet the guys for an SKZ code filming.

“So, you’re camping?” you ask, trying to keep the edge out of your voice.

“Yep,” he says. It’s short, sweet, and oh so sharp.

“Good luck with that, you hate camping,” you snicker. Felix rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t we just not talk? It’ll keep my ears from bleeding on the way there,” he sneers.

You scoff as you both walk out the door.

The car ride is silent, tense, the pouring rain the only sound heard other than the low hum of the radio. You’re in the middle of nowhere, nothing but fields and trees.

“I can’t believe Chan is actually making me stay with you. I mean seriously, you hate camping, you’re such a baby about everything.” You sigh as you mumble to yourself.

“At least I don’t put up a front.” He shrugs.

“Excuse you?”

“You act like you’re too fucking cool for anything, like you can’t have fun, like it’s a chore to hang out with us.” He flits his eyes to you, anger evident in his voice.

“It’s only a chore when it’s you, Lixie,” you sarcastically call him the pet name. He huffs, face turning slightly red from frustration.

“It makes me sick ya know, the way you act. Like you just can’t enjoy anything. I mean, you complain constantly. Why don’t you lighten up.”

“You’re right, let’s pretend we’re the best of friends and love each other and crowd around a campfire with marshmallows and sing songs,” you sarcastically remark.

You notice his jaw tick and smile, satisfied that you got the last word.

“It’s not my dream to have you here, either,” he says after a beat of silence.

“Then we can actually agree on something for once!” you feign excitement. His grip on the wheel tightens, turning his knuckles white. You can’t help the giggle.

“Man, I really get under that freckled skin of yours huh?” you stifle another laugh. Felix’s teeth slightly grind together.

He opens his mouth to say something when you interrupt.

“Make a left down this road!” you point and he ignores it.

“Felix, seriously?”

“I don’t take orders from you,” he shrugs, “I know where I’m going, and we can get there from here.”

“We could get there faster if you’d turn around and do what I told you to do,” you huff.

“What you told me? Seriously? What am I? A dog?” he asks as he continues driving the same way.

“A bitch more like it,” you mumble under your breath as you look out the passenger window.

“Oh, fuck off,” he bites, and your shoulders raise as you stifle yet another laugh. Felix was never one to show his anger, he’s usually very patient, but something about you pushes him to the edge.

Before anything else can be said, you hear a weird sound come from the front of the car and it begins to slow down.

“Oh my god,” you groan. Felix turns the wheel pulling off on the side of the road.

“See if you had just listened to me, we would have-,”

“Can you please, for the love of God, shut your fucking mouth for two minutes?” he snaps as he pulls out his phone to shoot a text to Chan and then call a tow truck.

“Ooh, Lixie’s getting angry,” you tease once he’s off the phone.

“Y/n, I’m serious.” He says through clenched teeth.

“If you want me to shut up so bad, make me.” You challenge in defiance. It all happens so fast you aren’t sure what’s happening until it’s done.

Felix undoes his seatbelt harshly, hand on your cheek as his lips crash into yours; hot and heavy. You’re stunned, eyes wide the feeling of his lips and teeth on your mouth foreign. But not unwelcome.

His hand reaches down to undo your seat belt, lips never leaving yours. Your heart is erratic in your chest, but you give in, allowing your pent-up anger to be expressed. Your hands go his hair, tugging it harshly, earning a sharp bite to your lip; causing you to giggle.

“Back seat; now,” his voice is low, dominating. It sends shiver down your spine. You oblige, quickly moving to the back seat, Felix not far behind.

Your lips reconnect, fire and passion still evident, breaths mixing as you sigh against each other, the window of the car already fogging up.

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that,” he asks as he undoes the buttons on your jeans.

“How?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“These tight fucking pants,” he says as your hips lift, “this tight shirt, showing me everything, such a slutty little outfit,” he groans. Your hips shift at his words and his brow quirks with an evident smirk and cocky chuckle.

“So, you like being called a slut huh? Like it when someone tells you how much of a fucking mess you are?”

He lifts your top over your head, “And no fucking bra?” he lets out a breathless laugh as he cups your chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes as his lips go to your neck.

“Such a fucking tease,” he bites down harsh, sucking a mark on your neck.

“A pain in my ass,” he groans in your ear as one of your hands goes up to palm him through his pants. He sucks another mark on your neck, one that can’t be hidden by your t shirt.

“Careful they’ll know how much of a little bitch you really are for me,” you say between gasps as his thumbs run over you peaked buds.

He chuckles in your ear, low, sinful, dangerous.

“You think I’m the simp here?” you hear the smirk in his voice, and your heart thuds in your ears.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you breathe as his tongue runs over the shell of your ear.

“We’ll see about that, baby.” His lips find yours again for another rough kiss.

“Lay down,” he growls against your lips and you want to fight it, but your body betrays you.

“Such an obedient little thing,” he taunts; amusement in his voice. He holds himself above you, hair falling on either side of his face, dark eyes staring into yours before looking down at you. You feel the heat rise up your neck, exposed to him in a way you never thought you could be. Excited about the fact that you are.

“Tell me what you want,” he smirks, “Or you get nothing.”

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Good enough,” he says as his lips reattach to yours and his hand slips into your underwear, a groan leaving his lips. You feel the pads of his fingers spread you open, your legs separating for him to have better access.

He moves his lips to your ear.

“So wet, you like it when I’m angry don’t you?” His fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit. You gasp, biting your lip so hard you taste blood, trying not to let him know he’s breaking your resolve.

“If you don’t let it out, I’ll stop,” he says gruffly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you breathe.

“Why not?” he taunts. You don’t answer.

“Because you’re a desperate little thing who wants me to fuck her till she see’s stars?” he coos.

You can’t help the groan that ultimately escapes you. His fingers abandon your clit, and slowly his fingers work your entrance, pumping in and out, finding your g spot quickly.

“Oh fuck,” you exhale as your eyes flutter shut.

“This what you wanted the whole time? Someone to take control? Someone to make you feel good and scream, while you just sit back and fucking take it?” he asks.

“That was a question, y/n, answer me.” He demands as his fingers stop. You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, yes. Please,” you whine breathlessly as your hips try to move and he snickers.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel good.” He says as he kisses your temple, adding a second finger, curling them with each thrust.

“Ah-ha,” you gasp out the broken word, hands bracing on his shoulders. Felix can feel how hard his cock is, watching you submit under him after months of teasing and arguing, it’s something he never thought he’d get off to; and yet here he is getting off to having the upper hand for once.

“Fuck, Felix I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, completely at his mercy. He holds himself up a little higher, letting a string of spit encase your nipple before sucking it into his mouth flicking his tongue over the hardened nub.

“Lix,” you whine as your fingers to his hair, the stimulation, overwhelming as he pumps his fingers faster, the bottom part of his palm bumping your clit, making your head spin.

“Fuck,” you whine as you feel your muscles go taut.

“Ah fuck, please don’t stop,” you plead as your body starts to shake, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your hearing fades slightly.

You gasp, once your body loosens, Felix’s mouth open in awe as he watched the whole thing.

“What?” you ask breathlessly.

“That was hot,” he admits as he pulls his fingers out.

“Shut the fuck up,” you sass. Felix tsks, wagging his non soaked finger. He sucks your juices off his hand.

“Still got that mouth on you, still such a bratty girl.” He says as his own shirt is taken off, revealing his abs. Your hands reach up to touch them, and he smirks.

“Just drop the façade.” He chuckles as his pants and boxers come off next.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lixie boy,” you smirk and he leans down, lips to your ear again.

“As if you didn’t just fall apart because of my fingers in your tight little pussy,” he says in your ear, making you shutter and your walls clench.

“Get up,” his voice is rough as he helps you sit up. He taps his cock against your lips and you raise your brows.

“Excuse you?” you ask, sounding offended, but your cunt clenches despite your tone.

“We’re gonna put that dirty little mouth of yours to better use, so open.” He demands. Hesitantly, you oblige. He smiles before taking your jaw roughly and spitting in your mouth. He shuts your mouth for you and lifts his brow. You swallow it, eye contact never breaking.

He forces your jaw open with his fingers, though you barely resist as he brings his swelled, veiny cock to your lips.

“Go on,” he motions. You stick your tongue out flat, before licking his slit. His eyes shut automatically, a groan leaving his mouth. You smirk, control being yours again, as you mimic the action again.

“Don’t tease me,” he says as his hand tangles in your hair.

“It’s only fair, baby.” You taunt seductively as your hand comes up to stroke him slowly, teasingly slow.

“You’re gonna,” he says but a moan cuts him off, “fuck, you’re gonna regret this,” he huffs a laugh.

“That a promise?” you tease and as his mouth opens to respond, you suck him in, nose going to his pelvis, and a pornographic moan leaves him.

“Shit,” he breathes as your head begins to move, cheeks hollowed out.

“Knew this mouth could do more than talk. Imagined it so many times,” he says as his hand guides you back and forth. You slide off him.

“You’ve imagined this?” He takes the opportunity to sit down against the cloth seat and you arch your back, spitting on his cock, watching it coat him.

“You’ve imagined, me, naked, sucking your cock?” you ask again and he looks at you, unsure of what he should say.

“Yeah, I have. I figured you’re such a brat verbally you must know how to use your mouth.”

He groans as your mouth wraps around him again, teeth teasingly scrapping him at his words.

“Such a filthy mind,” you taunt before swirling your tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” his eyes screw shut, mouth going slack as your head continues to work.

“Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.” He says as he pushes your head down, slight gagging being heard before you breathe through your nose again.

“Gonna fill that mouth so full you won’t be able to talk,” he pants, hips thrusting up into your mouth. You abandon your ambition and let him use you, hips sputtering into your mouth as he twitches and suddenly you feel the heat from his cum shoot into your mouth, white ropes hitting the back of your throat, groans and moans filling the car.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he says, and you peer up at him through your lashes. His head is back; eyes are squeezed so tight you swear he’ll bust his capillaries, mouth slack. And something within you is satisfied; empowered.

You take your mouth off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“There, now we can wait for the truck,” you say and Felix lets out a real laugh.

“You think I’m finished with you?” he snickers and gets up on his knees, backing you against the seat again. The rain outside beats against the car, and the windows are fogged offering a little bit of privacy.

“Let’s see if we can fix that attitude huh?” He kisses your lips again as he lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes in slow and deep. He groans as his hand encases your throat.

“Maybe this is what you needed, just a good fuck to make you act right,” he mumbles to himself as he drags himself against your walls, making you feel every vein, every thick inch of him.

You groan as he slams into you, hitting your sweet spot. Your body jolts upward into his, your arms wrapping around his neck. He chuckles at you, sweat slicked skin against skin as his hips rock back and forth. Your legs wrap around him.

“Fuck you’re such a mess for me,” he groans in your ear.

“Look at how you tremble, fucking gorgeous,” he rambles as he feels you shake beneath him, your next orgasm too close.

“You gonna cum again already? Pathetic,” he smirks cockily until you clench around him and his mouth gapes open.

“God,” he groans before littering kisses onto your shoulder and nape of your neck

“Fuck, Felix I can’t, I can’t hold it,” you whimper against him.

“Yes you can, come on baby girl you can do it. Hold it just another minute, be a good girl for me,” he grunts as his hips pound into you, bodies still close. He feels your walls flutter and he reaches between you, feeling your puffy clit and rubs side to side against it.

“Oh fuck,” you say as your body starts to go rigid. You tremble as you can’t hold it back anymore.

“Cum for me, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he breathes. You gasp as you cry out, body in utter shambles, as the aftershocks hit, legs still twitching. Felix cums just a moment or two after, forehead against yours, breaths fanning each other.

The two of you settle together, the car smelling of sex and sweat, the rain still beating against it. Neither of you move, but you feel the remnants of Felix drip down your thigh.

The moment is surreal, part of you wonders for half a second if it is real. Did you dream it, or did Felix really just fuck the attitude right out of you? Did he really just ruin you in the best way possible?

“Still wanna mouth off to me?” he laughs breathlessly.

“Depends, does it get me this?”

“I’m not encouraging this behavior.” He tuts.

“Just kiss me,” you say and he captures your lips, slowly pulling out, making you both groan.

“Fuck look at you,” he says as he sits up. Your body is slack, eyes half lidded, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks.

“Never thought you could look so beautiful,” he says with a genuine grin. Your cheeks tint with a darker shade of crimson.

“The tow truck will be here soon, we should,” he trails off as he picks up your clothes.

“Fuck I’m a mess,” you grumble as you try to sit up.

“Allow me,” he says before dropping down and licking you clean with his tongue. You gasp as his nose bumps your all too sensitive clit. He keeps eye contact with you, and for a moment you swear you could cum again just from that. Felix moans as your taste is slowly transferred to his tongue, mixing with his own release.

He’s not quick, not teasing, just soft and slow until he’s sure you’re cleaned up enough. He pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face. He helps you put your underwear and jeans back on, just in time for the two truck to arrive.

The rain slacks and Felix opens the back door getting out first, and as you step out of the car, your legs are wobbly and you shoot him a glare as he helps steady you. Felix chuckles to himself as he watches them hook up the car.

Thankfully Chan arrives not long after the two truck and when his eyes land on you, flushed skin, messy hair, swollen lips and bruised neck, he busts out into laughter.

“Finally!” Is all he can say as you and Felix get buckled in and he drives off.

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mayrose713 · 6 months ago

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 15

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

A/N: Idk if anyone else's seasonal depression is hitting them harder at the moment but man is mine kicking my ass right now. But I finally managed to get this written so hopefully it isn't shit. I'm just happy to always get notifications of new people reading this and wanting me to still continue so I know my writing isn't completely trash at least. Enjoy!

Chapter 15

Jeongin and Hyunjin rush into the Omega’s room seeing her curled up to Seungmin before both of them jump on the bed.

“Wake up.” Jeongin says in a sing-song voice as he cuddles up to Y/n and Hyunjin puts his whole weight on Seungmin.

“Get off you pabo.” Seungmin groans, pushing the older beta off of him, causing Hyunjin to land between Y/n and Seungmin.

“Innie.” Y/n groans.

“What time is it anyways?” Seungmin leans over to look at his phone on the nightstand. “What’s got you guys up so early? Hyunjin is never up willingly before ten.”

“We’re doing our beach day today.” Jeongin beams looking at the two. “Felix and Jisung are waking Minho and Channie hyungs up right now.”

“Changbin just got back from the gym and is in the shower.”

“You get to wear your new swimsuit. Ow.” Hyunjin glares at Seungmin who pinched his side.

The omega blushes turning away from the two betas, not sure how to feel about wearing the swimsuit in front of all of them.

“Jagiya.” Jeongin leans over Y/n, tilting his head to the side. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s just us.”

“That’s exactly why she’s embarrassed.” Seungmin pushes the younger one over to lay back on the bed. “All of you are nothing but horny males.”

“You say that as if you aren’t a horny male yourself.” Hyunjin tackles Seungmin to the floor and they start wrestling.

Jeongin pulls the omega to his chest as they watch the two tumble with each other.

“What’s going on in here?” Felix’s eyes widen as he walks in with Chan.

“Alright, break it up.” Chan bends down to separate the two beta’s but Hyunjin pounces on him. “So the pups wanna play huh?” Chan looks up at Hyunjin before flipping them over, pinning the younger male under him until Seungmin jumps him, tackling the alpha to the ground.

“You’re getting slow old man.”

Felix quickly joins Y/n and Jeongin on the bed taking notice of the glint in the youngest alpha’s eyes and takes the girl from him.

“Join them.” Felix nudges him, making Jeongin look at him unsure. “Go on, I’ve got our girl.”

Jeongin takes a second looking at both of the omegas before smiling and jumps off the bed onto his alpha’s back.

“Ah, Innie, claws.” Chan groans in pain.

“You like it when I claw you.” Jeongin huffs as Chan shrugs him off of his back before suddenly Hyunjin tackles the youngest.

Changbin, Minho and Jisung step into the doorway to see what's going on, shaking their heads at the antics going on. It’s when Seungmin bites Chan that the alpha has enough and picks up the youngest beta.

“Put me down, old man.” Seungmin squirms.

“Who’s your alpha?”

“Fuck off, I’m not saying it.”

Minho and Changbin quickly grab the omegas off the bed just before Chan flings Seungmin on it, pinning him down.

“Yah, careful.” Minho shouts.

“Sorry babies.” Chan turns to the two in the other two alpha’s arms.

“Bin, help me.” Seungmin tries to fight Chan’s hold on him.

“You got yourselves into this.” Changbin holds Y/n closer to his chest as Minho has Felix and Jisung leaning against him.

“You know how to get hyung to stop, just say it.” Jisungs smiles.

“Yeah pup, just say it.” Chan beams down at the beta.

“Not happening.” Seungmin continues to struggle until both Hyunjin and Jeongin fling themselves at the alpha making them all roll off the other side of the bed.

Y/n flinches at the thud heard from the three of them hitting the ground. She tries to move forward to maybe try and stop them but Changbin holds her in place.

“They’re okay, pretty girl.”

“Trust us kitten, it’s better not to get involved.” Minho holds Felix and Jisung close to them as they had tensed up too at the thud.

“How did this become you three against me?” Chan huffs as he stands with Jeongin locked in his arms and Hyunjin on his back. “I was only trying to separate two of you originally.”

“I couldn’t help but to join.” Jeongin tilts his head innocently.

Chan lets go of the youngest before throwing Hyunjin off his back and onto the bed next to Seungmin.

“Who’s your alpha?”

Hyunjin looks up at him with an evil grin. “Jeongin.”

“Wrong answer.” Chan growls leaning down to bite the beta’s shoulder.

“And that’s our queue to leave.” Changbin turns Y/n away from the room, Minho doing the same with Jisung and Felix.

“Does that happen a lot?” The omega asks as she’s led to the kitchen.

“With them. Yeah.” Minho starts making an easy breakfast. “Innies still a new alpha so the pup likes to play, especially if it’s ‘challenging’ our alpha.”

“The betas just like ruffling some feathers.” Changbin laughs. “Occasionally Lixie and Ji do it too.”

Seungmin walks in smiling. “Hyunjins getting his ass handed to him by both alphas.”

“He knew better.” Jisung shakes his head.

“I don’t know why you’re so smug, pup.” Changbin grabs the beta’s arm. “You weren’t any better.”

Seungmin looks up at the older male and gulps.

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Y/n stands hugging herself as she watches the boys all running around the beach getting umbrellas, towels and beach chairs set up. Hyunjin and Felix have already run out into the water ignoring Chan’s calls to put on sunscreen first.

She manages to stay unnoticed for a while until all of them get in the water, playing and swimming. Well almost all of them. Minho sits in a beach chair watching her behind his sunglasses as she stands there watching her pack, still wearing her coverup over her swimsuit.

“Y/n.” She jumps when he calls her name and turns to look at him.

The alpha motions for her to join which she hesitates before walking over to the chair where he grabs her waist and pulls her onto his lap.

“Yeah?”

“You look uncomfortable.” He looks over her closely. “Talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little mind of yours.”

She manages to smile as he taps her head and she playfully pushes his hand away.

“It’s just… I haven’t worn a swimsuit since I was a kid.” She whispers looking away from him back at the rest of the boys in the water.

“You’re safe with us kitten.” Minho turns her face to look back at him. “It’s just us here so you won’t be harassed like you would be being an omega at a public beach.” He cups her cheek and she leans into his touch. “Besides, you didn’t seem to feel that way the other night when you went skinny dipping with Lixie.”

“That was different.” She rolls her eyes and resituates herself on his lap causing him to grip her hips. “Felix is practically another omega, he’s comforting to be with. And it’s not like I see you with your shirt off joining the others.”

“I don’t like water.” He pinches her hip but then gets an idea. “How about this baby, you take your coverup off and quit being insecure and I’ll join you in getting in the water.”

Y/n looks at him in disbelief. “Did you really just tell me to quit being insecure?”

“Yes, I did.” He places a finger under her chin. “Because you are beautiful and there is nothing for you to be insecure about. We love you how you are.”

“Thanks Min.” She smiles down at him and his hands move to the bottom of her coverup.

“Can I take this off now?”

The omega nods and he pulls the coverup off her and over her head. He takes in the swim shorts and tankini top she’s wearing as he caresses her sides. “My beautiful girl.”

“Wanna go get in the water now?”

“Let’s go kitten.” He lifts her off his lap placing her on the sand before he gets up, pulling his shirt off, grabbing her hand.

He drags her along the beach towards the water but stops just where the sand is wet from the waves. The others take notice of this and Chan and Changbin move, Chan running, before picking Minho up and carrying him into the water.

“Chan put me down.”

“Are you sure you want that?” The older alpha asks as he walks them deeper into the water.

“Binnie.” Y/n squeals as Changbin picks her up and follows the other two alphas.

Chan drops Minho into the water causing the male to freak out a little and Y/n holds onto Changbin scared he’ll drop her in the water too.

“Relax, pretty girl.” He kisses her head. “I’m not letting go unless you ask me to.”

The omega relaxes in his arms as they walk deeper into the water. Once the water reaches up to their chests she readjust herself, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he holds her thighs.

“Hi angel.” Jisung comes up to the two, happy to see her in the water.

“Wanna learn to swim princess?” Hyunjin swims over with Felix.

“Umm...” Y/n looks around at everyone.

Jeongin and Seungmin have joined Chan and Minho now. Chan holding the other alpha while the two pups are splashing them.

“I promise that none of us will let you drown.” Changbin squeezed her a little.

“Yeah, Channie, Hyun and I are all really good swimmers.” Felix reassures his fellow omega. “We’ll teach you properly. And you have all eight of us watching over you and will save you if you need it.”

“Seven.” Hyunjin corrects him as he looks over at Minho who's clinging onto their pack alpha. “Min won’t be saving anyone in the water.”

“I’ll go get one of the floaty rings for him.” Jisung starts to head back to shore.

“Get both so Y/n can have one too.” Changbin calls out before looking at said girl again. “So what do you say Y/nnie? Will you let us teach you?”

“I guess.”

Felix, Chan and Hyunjin made work on teaching Y/n how to swim, and also attempting to teach Minho, again. The other four were always close by in case she needed to cling on to one of them. Which it wasn’t until late evening when she finally stopped latching on to one of the boys or the floaty and actually swam a little by herself. It was only a few feet between Hyunjin and Felix but she did it without clinging onto Chan who stayed next to her the whole time, just in case she needed him.

“That was great, babygirl.” Chan praises once Felix grabs her into his arms. “Now go back to Jinnie.”

Felix helps push her towards the beta and she swims, more like doggy paddles, to Hyunjin who continues to back away a little so she has to swim farther but eventually lets her catch him when he notices her start to panic a little and almost grabs onto Chan again.

“Good job princess.” Hyunjin holds her close. “When we get back home we should do a pool day at least once a week so you can get better.”

“Don’t expect me to partake in those lessons.” Minho calls out from where he rests on the floaty, Jisung also somewhat laying on it.

“Hyung, you have to learn to swim eventually.” Jeongin pokes the alpha.

“I don’t have to do anything, pup.”

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