#lee felix oneshot

[httpdwaekki]

random bf texts w/ maknae line

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a/n: okay this feels kinda rushed but i really like innie's (i'm sorry i'm in my innie calling the reader noona era) and i've been obsessed w wow by 3racha so what inspired han's LMAO. anyway! i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

hyung line

my library

jisung & felix

seungmin & jeongin

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𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: just plain ol' smut

wc: 890

warnings: slight mention of public sex, somewhat drunken sex, both felix & reader are switches, fingering, eating out happens, reader is called a slut, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ya'll)

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you had lee felix right where you wanted him.

bare chest pressed down into the foam mattress underneath you,

small fingers pressing red circles into your knees,

mouth open and fit perfectly around your cunt,

a mix of saliva and your slick painted across his chin and jaw.

"you're such a good boy for me, lixie." you whispered in that gentle tone of yours that you knew drove him up a fucking wall. a good kind of wall, though.

the mix of fireball, rum, and bourbon he had downed earlier that night cast a crimson glow across his freckled cheeks. making his shock of blonde hair even brighter under the neon-orange led lights of the bedroom.

it wasn't either of your bedroom. no... it was some random one you guys had stumbled into during the party some thirty minutes earlier. felix had been invited to it by his long time friend jeongin. and of course, he had taken his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend as his plus-one.

"i... n-need..." felix mumbled out quietly, just as his tongue flicked across your clit before opening up your entrance again with its tip. he was practically begging you to do more. it was very cute, honestly.

the drinks you two had shared earlier during the party hadn't helped the situation. and neither had your short matcha-green mini dress. within twenty minutes of arriving in the smoky, bass-filled apartment, felix already had one hand up your skirt and another twirled between the locks at the nape of your neck.

"you're going to regret this later, baby," is all you had said in the moment. you guys had already downed your first few shots of vodka, sprawled across the living room's sectional couch. even at your foreboding words, felix didn't stop.

didn't stop when you stared down at him with a cocked eyebrow and dark eyes. didn't stop when you shifted your thighs and his hand slipped past your knees. didn't stop when his nimble digits found the line of your panties and pushed them aside by a minuscule amount.

"you must be mistaking me for another man that doesn't know of your evil ways, princess..." leaning into your presence, his warm breath fanned against the shell of your ear and sent shivers down your spine. fingers dipping into the folds of your pussy, his hand easily glided up your wetness. you were already squirming under his hold and it had only been two minutes. "'cause there's nothing in this world that I love more than getting to stretch your pussy across my fingers in front of everyone."

one of fingers slipped into your entrance, gliding up and subtly hitting that warm, gooey spot inside of you. he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could take things.

but with both of you being switches, two could play that game...

and within a minute, you were flashing him an innocent smile, gliding a palm up his tight black jeans before stopping just above his hips. squeezing lightly, the words fell from your lips in a lilting tone, "i don't know what you're talking about, babe... i'd never want anyone to see how good you fuck me..."

it was a suggestion and another test. you both knew in that moment that if he wanted to, he could - bend you over his knees and finger you real good in front of everyone. or, you guys could move things into the privacy of one of the nearby bedrooms.

and that's exactly what had happened after a long bout of teasing each other.

felix was subsequently drunk off a mix of your pussy and liquor, leaving a smattering of kisses across the insides of your thighs as he pulled his mouth away to survey his work. a wicked grin spread across his lips as he gripped onto your legs a little bit more to spread you apart. "fuck... look at how red and puffy you are- so pretty for me..." he muttered, before he was reaching forward and stuffing three fingers into you all at once.

at that, you let out a tiny squeak. hand shooting down between your legs, you grabbed ahold of his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. "my sweet boy... you need to wait 'til I tell you to stop using your mouth," but you could already feel the control seeping out of you, from the way he had your core growing hot and your eyes glazing over.

felix took ahold of your hand and held onto it instead, as he pumped his fingers up into you with a relentless pace. "nah- i'm done being bossed around by you for the night, slut..." he said, using the tone that indicated the roles were reversing again. "and frankly, all i wanna do right now is stick this cock of mine into your pretty pink hole."

the words left your mind and lips after that, as you silently watched felix line himself up to your entrance.

"have i ever told you how fucking hot you look with blonde hair?" you asked just as he began to pound into you, his shoulders flexing over you. you reached out, gripping onto his soft locks and pulling incrementally in time with his thrusts.

he let out a deep moan, "yeah, but i don't think telling me again would hurt all that much..."

and that's exactly what you did, as he set a hellish pace that rocked the both of you across the mattress. each move threatening to break the rickety wooden bed frame.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊fin.

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A Painslut's Submission Part 3

Felix's fingers deftly tied the blindfold around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The room fell silent, save for the sound of his breathing, deep and controlled. You felt a thrill run through you, the anticipation of what was to come heightening your senses.

"Now, you'll only feel," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against your ear. "No sight, just touch."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his next move. The air around you seemed to thicken, charged with an electric tension that made every nerve in your body stand on end.

Suddenly, you felt something cold and smooth press against your lips. It was a small, cylindrical object, slightly tapered at one end. Felix's hand guided it, encouraging you to open your mouth and take it in.

"Suck on it," he commanded, his tone firm yet playful. "Show me how you can please me with your mouth."

Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the object, feeling its texture against your tongue. It was cool and metallic, the taste faintly sweet, like candy. You began to suck, mimicking the motions of giving oral pleasure, your saliva coating the surface as you worked.

Felix chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. "Good girl," he praised, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Now, let's see how you handle this."

He removed the object from your mouth and set it aside. You heard him shift, the rustle of fabric indicating he was preparing another toy. Curiosity mingled with excitement, making your breaths shallow and quick.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

You nodded again, unable to speak as your throat tightened with anticipation. Felix pressed a new object against your clit, this one larger and more substantial. It buzzed lightly against your sensitive skin, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice a breathy whisper in your ear. "Let it take you places."

You moaned, your body arching towards the sensation as the toy moved in slow, deliberate circles. Each pass over your clit sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins, your hips instinctively grinding against the intrusion.

Felix adjusted the toy, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. The buzzing grew louder, the pressure more insistent as it worked its magic on your sensitive flesh. You writhed beneath him, your hands gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure built within you.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. "Let go, let it all out."

Your mind began to blur, the world narrowing down to the relentless hum of the toy and the heat of Felix's gaze upon you. Your moans grew louder, your body a symphony of sensations as the orgasm coiled tighter and tighter within you.

"Come for me," Felix demanded, his voice commanding. "Now."

The dam broke, your climax crashing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. You screamed his name, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. The toy continued its assault, pushing you deeper into the abyss of your release.

Felix removed the toy, his hand replacing it as he stroked you through your afterglow. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice tender. "Absolutely beautiful."

You breathed heavily, your body still shuddering with residual tremors of pleasure. The blindfold remained, the darkness enveloping you like a cocoon, safe and secure in Felix's embrace.

"What next?" you managed to whisper, your voice hoarse with emotion.

Felix chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "Patience," he said, his fingers trailing lightly down your spine. "We have all night."

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Masked Dream *Rewrite*

Summary: Felix transmigrates into a world where he falls in love with queen!reader but tragically has to say goodbye when he decides to go back home

Notes: remake of my fantasy au (in hopes that this one makes more sense)

Warnings: angsty

The masquerade ball that was held in your palace that evening kept you busy enough that you didn't dwell in your thoughts. Though, the ache of the goodbyes you previously shared with your lover was hammering against your heart, making it difficult to enjoy the event. You could only sit atop your golden throne, searching the ballroom for a familiar pair of eyes among the masked faces.

As the Queen, you held a ball annually to keep up with the demands of the nobility beneath you. To show your support of both them and the commoners, you opened the palace one day a year so both can intermingle freely. However, because of a certain someone, things had begun to change. Little by little he started to pick apart the structure of the life you'd grown accustomed to, opening your eyes far more clearly than they'd ever been. It started off with small things like changing the kingdom's latest fashion trends to giving a new spark to the music. Now, all that he changed became a new tradition to share even at the ball, and he wasn't there to experience it.

Your attention briefly wandered off when the musicians started to play a melody that man taught them. It was a different style of music that the people of your kingdom were beginning to become accustomed to due to your lover's influence. The man you fell so deeply in love with had such an impact on your way of life, just by telling the stories about his hometown. He'd gush about his family and the memories he shared with all of them, and every time it seemed as if he would grow farther and farther away from you. As if he was from a whole other world, changing yours all the while.

You recalled his confession he one day blurted out to you, about his hometown. How he knew deep down inside that he wasn't supposed to be here. You never realized that meant wherever he belonged was too far from you. When he finally decided to part ways, the goodbye had caused far too much pain in your heart. Now you were at a ball, longingly staring at the people before you in hopes he changed his mind. In hopes he wanted to stay.

Suddenly, your eyes met his. The black, smoothly designed mask covered the top half of his face, but you could recognize those brown eyes anywhere. Surprised by his presence, you leaned forward on your throne to get a better look. You felt as if it was a trick of the light, seeing him standing in the crowd. But it only lasted a second before he drifted out the back doors to the garden, slipping away quietly.

The rush of adrenaline filled your body as you quickly gathered a handful of your gown in your grasp, racing down the stairs from your chair and through the ballroom. You squeezed past everyone dancing, following your lover's path out the balcony doors and into the garden. The cold air nipped harshly at your skin as you ran, never once looking back.

When you rounded the corner of tall bushes, you saw Felix sitting on a stone bench waiting for you. You cautiously walked to him, watching as he removed the black mask to spare a sad smile for you. He patted the other end of the bench, encouraging you to join him.

"Why have you come back?" You asked him breathlessly, feeling hesitant to even question it. You felt the flame in your heart bursting through your chest just by looking at him, reminding you of those pitiful goodbyes you had already shared.

Felix turned his legs toward you, reaching a hand to your own to place in his lap. "My dearest love," he spoke softly. His left hand moved to caress the side of your face. "I don't have much time left to explain this. Will you listen?"

"Why must you hurt me more?" Your voice was soft as you watched him stand. He offered his hand to you once more, helping you stand before him. He placed a tender hand on your cheek, watching you lean into the warmth of his palm.

"Would you grant me a dance before I confess my troubles?" The weak smile he managed put your heart in more pain than you could ever admit. Still, you were only able to accept his request.

"If this is the last thing you'll ever ask of me, then I have no choice but to listen," you whispered, following his lead as he began to dance. It wasn't the proper ball dance you were used to seeing---no, it was something new that he taught you. He brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, his own hands finding their place on your waist. Slowly he began to sway you back and forth, your feet barely grazing across the stone pathway.

The intimate position made you long for the moment to last forever. The way his deep brown eyes gazed into your own, so many thoughts swirling behind them. He had reached a hand to the loose tendrils of your hair that fell from the tight hairstyle, tucking it behind your ear in a way that was far too sweet for you to bear. Your own hand found its way to the back of his hair, the soft bunch of hair gliding through your fingers as you played with it.

All too soon the quiet hum of music from inside the palace became silent as the song ended. Even more so than before, you could feel your heart beating harshly against your chest. You began to count the beats to ensure they were regular. You quickly turned away from Felix.

"My Queen," he whispered, maneuvering himself to remove the purple mask from your eyes, gently placing it on the bench. "There are so many things I must explain, like who I am and where I come from, but I don't have much time left."

You swallowed the horrible sadness that began to build in the back of your throat. "You do not need to tell me anything anymore-"

"No," he cut you off, shaking his head. "This is something I must do before I live to regret it." His tone was desperate and it twisted part of your already aching heart.

Having no other choice, you finally agree to hear him out. "If you feel so strongly about this, I will listen."

"I want you to know that everything we have felt together has been real. My love for you, my actions, my words---all have been true. Real. But I'm afraid, that is not the case for you."

Felix's voice was cracking. The tears began to well up in his eyes as he gazed so lovingly at you. You frowned at his demeanor, suddenly feeling uneasy. "I don't understand," you said quietly. "I have always been true to you. I have always been honest with my love for you."

Nodding, he breathed out heavily, "I know. And I will always remember you for that. But I have realized now the truth that I have been missing. It is not I who is from another world, but you. You are not real. You are a figment of my own imagination, and will be gone when I go back."

You were astonished, mouth parting slightly in confusion as you stared at him. The tears began to pour down his cheeks like a river stream. You wanted to reassure him. You wanted to wipe away those fretful tears and beg him to come to his senses, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

"I am so sorry," he cried out.

"Felix," you tried to call his name after a moment. "Please, I don't understand what you are trying to say to me. Why must you cry so terribly? Your tears are breaking my heart."

He shook his head now, turning so he didn't meet your gaze as his sobs resounded in your ears. You were feeling panicked at his strange and sudden confession. The unease didn't settle as you watched him cry to himself, never taking the chance to explain any further.

What he told you didn't make sense. Felix appeared out of thin air, crashing into your life and spiralling out like a storm. He turned your entire life upside down, made you long for someone like you never had before, and he chose to leave to go back home. Now he stood before you, telling you that it wasn't he who was a dream, but you.

"I should have known better," he whispered into the cold night air, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours again. "Someone as perfect as you couldn't possibly exist."

When Felix opened his eyes again, you were gone. His eyes met the inner walls of his apartment instead and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. The feeling of your body against his was still vividly there as he wrapped his own arms around his chest, almost as if to savor it. The tears were still falling, the only real part that followed him back from the dream.

"I loved you."

[antoniorhinothethird]

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Dick Boy

Characters: Felix X reader (featuring Ateez)

Genre: Crack/Fluff

Words: 3809

Synopsis: Your soulmate just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm

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You were told growing up that soulmates were a special thing. It was the person who your soul was tied to, who could make you the happiest you could ever be, it was someone everyone in their lives wanted to meet at least once. Your parents were lucky enough to have found each other early on in life, some of your friends had found theirs while on the playground at recess and others were still idly searching for their second half. People said that when they realized who they’re soulmate was, an intense feeling of euphoria flowed through them; however, you were skeptical that you would have such feelings towards your soulmate. 

They just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm. 

Soulmates were attached by drawing on the skin. Whatever you wrote down on yourself would become plastered to your soulmates skin until you removed it. So when small doodles showed up on your skin as a child you were rather fond of the scribbles. There were small drawings of dogs, of singers, and occasionally a poorly written hello which you barely had time to respond to before it was washed away. Those sweet drawings from childhood had washed away entirely by the time you had reached middle school, high school, and now college. Instead of “hello” or “good morning”, it was “what’s 34 to the 3rd degree” or “What else is in a cell all I remember is mitochondria”. While your soulmate was endearing, he was also annoying. 

Especially now as a rather large dick began to mark the top of your arm, for everyone in your morning lecture to see. You were jolted from your adapt note taking as the shapes began to take form, making your face heat up in embarrassment as you tried your best to cover it. On most days, you even brought a jacket no matter the weather to hide the embarrassing images that appeared on the skin of your body.

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The Night I Let You Go (And Couldn't Breathe After)

paring: bangchan x fem!reader

gender: angst, fluff, a fight before tour puts distance between you, and bangchan can’t stop thinking about you

word count: 1.5k (1507)

warnings: nun

You knew something was wrong. Even before he walked through the door that night, you could feel it.

Bang Chan had been drowning in work for weeks — rehearsals, late-night studio sessions, choreography clean-ups, last-minute meetings with the tour team. He barely texted. He barely ate. And when he did come home, his energy was like a ghost of him — tired eyes, slumped shoulders, and a quietness that didn’t suit the man you loved.

You weren’t mad at him. You were worried. But when people are overwhelmed, they push away the ones they love — and that’s exactly what Chan was doing to you.

That night, when he finally came home close to midnight, you were waiting on the couch. He kicked off his shoes and muttered a barely audible, “I’m home,” not even meeting your eyes.

You tried to keep your voice steady, calm. “Chan… can we talk?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was stressed. “Y/N, not now. I’m exhausted.”

“I know you are,” you said gently, “but I can’t keep acting like everything’s okay when it’s not. You’re not okay. And we’re not okay either.”

That’s when his eyes finally met yours — tired, but slightly defensive.

“I’m doing everything I can. What else do you want from me?”

Ouch. That stung more than you thought it would.

“I’m not asking for more. I’m asking to be part of your life right now, even when it’s messy. You keep shutting me out, Chan.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away. “I just… don’t have time for this. For drama.”

There it was — the word that made your chest ache. Drama. He didn’t mean it. You knew he didn’t. But it still hurt.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You just stood up and said, “Good luck on tour,” before walking toward your room.

You didn’t think that night would end like that. No one ever plans a goodbye to feel like a fracture. But somehow, you and Chan had broken in the worst possible way — quietly.

It wasn’t a screaming match, it wasn’t tears on the floor. It was exhaustion. Distance. The sharpness of silence when love wants to speak but pride gets in the way.

And he left the next morning without even looking back. No kiss. No message. Just… gone.

You didn’t know how much it would haunt him.

And just like that, the fight happened. Short, quiet, but sharp. And he left for the airport the next morning without saying goodbye.

He hated himself for it. The second his plane took off, he knew he messed up. He had a full tour schedule ahead of him, but his heart was stuck back in Seoul — in that quiet living room, with the look on your face when you closed the door behind you.

For the first few days of the North American tour, Chan went into “leader mode.” He buried himself in rehearsals. He kept smiling during interviews. He helped the younger members get through their jet lag and stage nerves.

But the second the lights went down and the crowd disappeared… it hit him.

You weren’t there.

You weren’t texting him "good luck" before the show. You weren’t calling him to remind him to eat. You weren’t there when he walked back into his hotel room, cold and empty and echoing too loud in the quiet.

And worst of all… He left when you were hurt. He left when he should’ve stayed. He left without fixing anything.

The first night, he told himself you both needed space. That once the tour settled, things would fall into place.

The second night, he couldn’t sleep. He stared at his phone for hours, typing messages he never sent:

I’m sorry. I messed up. Are you okay?

But he deleted all of them. Every time.

Because he didn’t know if you wanted to hear from him. He didn’t know if he deserved to.

Felix noticed first. The way Chan barely ate. How he stayed in the studio even after everyone else left. How he’d sit by the hotel window at 3 a.m., staring at nothing.

“Hyung,” Felix said gently one night, “you need to talk to her.”

Chan didn’t even look up. “She probably hates me.”

Felix shook his head. “She doesn’t. She’s hurt. That’s different.”

But Chan didn’t believe it. Not when your voice haunted him every time he tried to sleep.

“I just want to be part of your life… even when it’s messy.” “You keep shutting me out.”

You were right. You’d always been right. And now he was thousands of miles away from the one person who grounded him — who made all the chaos worth it.

He started seeing you everywhere.

Every time a fan gave him a plushie that reminded him of you. Every time he passed a street musician playing a song you loved. Every time he looked in the mirror and barely recognized the man looking back.

During the third show, when the lights dimmed before their final encore, he had a full second of panic.

You weren’t in the crowd.

You always tried to be, even when it was just as a little silhouette backstage or watching through a livestream. And now?

Gone. Because of him.

He finally broke down to Felix two nights later in the hotel room.

“I feel like there’s a hole in my chest,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I miss her so much it physically hurts.”

Felix handed him his phone.

“Then fix it. Before it’s too late.”

Chan stared at the screen… then shook his head.

“She deserves better. She deserves someone who doesn’t drag her through my storms.”

Felix smiled sadly. “She never asked for perfect skies. She asked to be there with you.”

What you didn’t know was that Chan had already started preparing a small surprise for you. Even before the fight. Just a little corner of his hotel room he wanted to decorate with your photo, your favorite snacks, and a note he planned to leave on your pillow for when you visited later in the tour.

But now the gifts stayed untouched, hidden in his suitcase. It was like they stared at him every night, reminding him of what he lost.

And you? You tried to go on with your days like normal, but everything felt off. Every time you saw a picture of him at the airport, or heard someone talking about the tour, your stomach twisted.

It wasn’t until Felix texted you two nights later that something shifted.

"Hey, Y/N. I know things are weird. But he’s not okay without you. Neither of you are. Please… come to LA. I’ll help you."

You didn’t even have to think twice. The next thing you knew, you were on a plane with your heart racing faster than the jet engines. Felix met you at the airport in a hoodie and mask, like some undercover angel, and helped sneak you into the hotel where the boys were staying.

Your hands were shaking when you reached Chan’s room.

“Don’t knock,” Felix whispered. “He’s expecting me.”

He slid the keycard into the door, opened it slightly, and gave you one last nod before disappearing down the hallway.

Inside, the lights were low — warm, soft. A candle was burning on the nightstand. And there he was. Sitting at the edge of the bed, looking like he hadn’t slept in days.

When he turned and saw you… Everything cracked.

“Y/N…?”

You didn’t say anything at first. Just ran into his arms. And he held you like he’d been drowning for days and you were the only breath he had left.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over into your shoulder. “I was stupid. I was stressed and scared and I pushed you away, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

“I know,” you murmured. “I just wanted to be there for you. That’s all I ever wanted.”

He pulled back, eyes glassy. “I left without fixing it. I left when we were broken. I thought about you every second on that flight. Every second here. I was going to fly you out myself if Felix didn’t beat me to it.”

You both laughed a little through the tears.

Then he stood up and led you to the corner of the room where a tiny surprise was waiting: a little photo of you both framed on the table, next to your favorite snacks and a hand-written note.

“I miss home. And home is you.”

That night, you didn’t talk much more. You didn’t have to. You just lay curled up in bed together, his arms around you, his lips pressed to your hair as he finally — finally — slept like someone at peace.

And maybe things weren’t perfect. Maybe they never would be. But that night, in a quiet hotel room in a city far from home, you both found your way back to each other.

And that? That was everything.

[hannieboyd]

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ˳ᐟ - ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

Pairings: (individual) Skz x fem!reader | established relationship

Contains: +18, smut, fluff, mentions of sex, teasing (shown through Leeknow and Bangchan), princess treatment, I think thats it?? idk this is pretty short lol

Summary: How the hyung line would take care of you after a long night of teasing and letting him take the wheel.

*not proofread!*

✦ Bangchan: Is definitely the type to give you the princess treatment after a long night of treating you like his own person sex doll. he’d cuddle you, smother you with kisses, and praise you on how you took it all so well for him and tell you how much of a good girl you were. He would also probably feel just a tinsy bit bad for how he manhandled you a couple minutes ago. Hand over your neck as he pushed you over the edge for what felt like hours, marks all over you that looked like you just swam in a tank of mosquitos. Yeah, the least he could feel was a little sorry from it, and he was! sort of..

“You did so good baby, I know. Im sorry for going so rough on you, but how do you expect me to react when you say my name like that?”

✦ Leeknow: Teases you from the moon and back with the little energy he has left. It’s shocking how he still finds room to do so when near the end of it he was squirming under you like it was his destiny, moaning and shaking while still trying to remain his composure of course. He’d hold your waste and cuddle you under the blankets as he nibbled at your neck knowing it’d mess with you further, and when you try to shift away hed pull you back while laughing.

“Dont leave loveee, I was just joking!”

And when he jokes about how you were basically clawing yourself onto him, you’d try to dish it back by mentioning how he overstimulated himself so much drool was nearly slipping down the sides of his mouth but he always finds snarky remarks back anyways.

“You were all over me baby, how’d you expect me to stop?”

✦ Changbin: a softy in disguise. Almost as soon as you guys are done he’s plopping himself next to you, hugging you asking if you’re okay. He didn’t wanna tire you out too much, he’s understands strong guy but sometimes he tends to forget how strong he is. I mean he’s almost as bad as Bangchan , if not worse! He really doesn’t mean to though. Sometimes he just gets caught up in the moment with his pretty girl wrapped around his cock, head nuzzling into his shoulder. who could blame him? Luckily he cleans you up after a few minutes, he finds it disheartening to let his pretty girl sit there in her own mess. (which he contributed to)

“Such a messy girl, I must’ve worn you out” He said with a semi frown his face, almost like hes blaming you for it. (jokingly, of course.)

✦ Hyunjin: Soft and serious—he doesn’t play when it comes to your comfort, especially after intimate moments like this. He licks your juices clean one last time before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and going to get a towel and some snacks to clean you up. Like Changbin, he doesn’t like the thought of you sitting there a mess, soaked in your sweat and a bit of embarrassment after he’d just giving you the night of your life—its just too cruel. Even if he secretly loves the sight of it. He lays your head into his lap and plays with your hair as the two of you unwind with a movie. He cherishes moments like these. Yeah, its nice to see you under him, makeup a mess as tears go down your face as you plead with him to go slower—but he’d much rather just have you and him, next to eachother and living in the moment. He loves it. As you watch the movie, his eyes stay on you. He wonders how you could still look so breathtaking even after a night with no breaks. He caresses your cheek as you look up to him. he can only chuckle softly before he speaks.

“wow, you’re still looking good after all that. not fair.”

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AN: sorry for the wait! please lmk if you guys would like a maknae line ver. though ill probably do so anyways, haha. tysm for the support on my last post and hope ygs enjoyedd!:)

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: messy messy messy. spit. teasing. dirty talk. dry humping. pussy obsession. mdni

felix is the biggest fucking pervert. no one ever suspects it. not when he blinks up at them with those soft, round eyes, voice dipped in honey and warmth. not when he giggles at dirty jokes like he doesn’t think about filth on a daily basis. not when he lets his lips part just slightly, breath catching, like he’s naïve to how many times you’ve caught him staring at your mouth. no, they don’t suspect a thing. and neither did you.

he let you think he was innocent.

let you think he was soft, shy, the kind of boyfriend who got flustered when things got too heated. he played along so well—letting his breath hitch when your hands wandered, blinking up at you like he didn’t know what to do next, letting you think you were leading.

it was all an act.

right now, he’s got you spread open beneath him, body trembling, slick pooling beneath you, thighs sticky from the mess he’s already made. his fingers are still in you, still knuckle-deep, pressing, curling, fucking into you slow just to watch the way your cunt clenches around him.

"so fucking wet," he murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw, your throat, breathing in the scent of your sweat, your arousal. "all for me, huh?"

he pulls his fingers out, watching the way your hole twitches at the loss. his fingers glisten, coated in slick, strings of it clinging between them, dripping down to his wrist. he smirks, bringing them to his mouth, tongue darting out to lap at the mess.

"god, you taste so good," he groans, sucking his fingers clean, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. then he leans down, presses his tongue flat against your cunt, and drags it up slow, gathering every drop of slick he can.

you sob at the feeling, thighs twitching, body strung too tight. he’s been teasing you for too long, making a mess of you, pushing you just to pull back before you can reach the edge.

"felix, please," you beg, voice wrecked, and fuck—he loves that. loves the desperation, the way you sound completely ruined before he’s even inside you.

he presses a kiss to your clit, soft, almost sweet. then he spits on it.

his breath stutters, coming out shaky, too affected by his own actions to play it cool anymore. his fingers drag through the mess, slow and indulgent, smearing it across your folds, watching with wide, glassy eyes as your hole clenches around nothing.

"god," he breathes, almost like he’s overwhelmed, his voice thick with something dark and desperate. "you’re so fucking wet."

he doesn’t even know what to do first. his fingers twitch against your skin, indecisive—touch, taste, fuck—he wants all of it at once, wants to drown in you, make himself sick on the scent of your arousal, coat himself in it until he can’t think of anything else.

his hips grind down before he can stop them, cock pressing into the mattress, dragging against the rough fabric of his jeans, and he lets out the prettiest little whine, high and breathy.

"shit, i—" he cuts himself off, panting, forehead dropping to your thigh for a moment as he collects himself. but his hips are still moving, rutting slow, lazy, chasing friction like he’s the one being tortured here.

and then he laughs, soft and breathless, nuzzling into your skin before pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"‘m making a mess," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, hips rolling down again, grinding his cock into the bed like he can’t help it. his fingers dip into your entrance, just barely, and he groans, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. "but look at you. you’re so much worse, baby."

he finally pushes his fingers in, slow, knuckle-deep, groaning at the way your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in greedily. his head tilts back, lips parted, breath catching, and fuck—he just stays like that for a second, just feeling, just letting himself get lost in how tight you are, how hot, how wet.

he moves.

a slow, obscene drag, slick and messy, fingers fucking into you deep, deliberate, thumb rubbing lazy circles over your clit.

"you like this, don’t you?" his voice is low, teasing, his lips dragging over your stomach, nipping at the soft skin. "having me play with you like this, spreading you open, making a mess of you?"

he whines at the sound you make, high and needy, grinding his cock into the sheets again, his movements getting sloppier, less controlled.

"fuck, i can’t—i need—" he groans, slipping his fingers out, only to replace them with his tongue, dragging it through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

he moans, loud, filthy, like he’s the one getting wrecked right now.

he pulls back with a gasp, lips slick with spit and your arousal, panting hard. his hands are shaking, his whole body trembling, and he lets out a breathless laugh, licking his lips, dazed.

"i’m gonna lose my fucking mind," he mutters, gripping his cock, rubbing it against your entrance, teasing, teasing, teasing. "you’re gonna let me fuck you, right? you’ll let me ruin you?"

his voice breaks at the end, a desperate little whimper, and before you can even answer, he’s pushing in—slow, deep, inch by inch, moaning the whole fucking time.

[httpdwaekki]

sick days | l.f.

summmary: felix is feeling under the weather but luckily his angel is there to help him feel better.

wc: 2k

warnings: i know channie n lix don't live in the same dorm but for the sake of this story they do <3. descriptions of the flu and food, too many pet names, use of y/n. not proofread, lowercase intended.

a/n: okayyy, this is a request i was given a lil while ago (i'm so sorry this took so long) also wrote this in like 4 hours until three am so if the ending is weird that’s why but i’ll proofread it tomorrow. with that being said, i hope u enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

my library

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you knew something was off, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you had a gut feeling. you had asked felix if everything was okay and he reassured you everything was fine. that was until a few days later he texted you letting you know he was feeling sick.

you had already called into work, letting them know you weren’t going to be in the office for a few days but you’ll do some work on your computer. you texted him once more, asking him what he needs but you didn’t receive a response.

assuming he’s probably resting you give his older counterpart a call. there was about three rings before he picks up, “hello?” an aussie voice fills your ears. “hi channie.” you smile. “y/n! hi, what can i do for you?” he asks.

“felix told me he wasn’t feeling well so i tried to text him to ask if he needed anything but he didn’t respond so i’m assuming he’s asleep. but i was calling so ask if you knew if he needed anything or if you guys need anything at the dorms.” you explain, placing him on speaker opening your notes app.

“oh! well i know lino’s making him some stew but i’m sure he could use some medicine and maybe some tea and something for electrolytes.” he lists off. “okay i can do that, do you guys need anything for the dorm?” you ask, typing out your list.

“no i think we’re good, thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he smiles. “no problem channie, i’ll be there in a bit.” taking the phone off speaker, placing it back to your ear. “sounds good, drive safe.” you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

you quickly put on your jacket, pulling your backpack on, then your work bag and grabbing your keys, walking out the door. you had packed a bag, planning on spending a few days at the dorms taking care of felix.

you quickly make your way to your car after locking your door. you grab everything felix may need from the store, making your way to the dorms. the drive to the dorms was quick, pulling into the driveway, grabbing all of your bags. you use your hip to close your car door as your hands are full, before walking up to the dorm.

you use your foot to tap the door, hoping someone inside hears. the door opens revealing a hoodie clad chan, giving you his signature smile, “hey, y/n.” he greets you before grabbing the bags. “ hi.” you smile back, quickly turning back, locking your car before following him inside.

you make your way into the kitchen, finding lino finishing up his kimchi-jjigae while chan places the bags on the counter. “hi lino.” you smile, giving him a small wave. “hi y/n, here to take care of yongbokkie?” he asks, stirring the steaming stew. you nod, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go put my stuff down and check on him.

you make your way down the hall, before reaching his closed door. you gently knock on the door, just incase he was still sleeping. “come in” you hear the familiar aussie voice, his voice impossibly deeper. you open the door, finding the usually sunny boy, looking pale and dreary.

“hi bubba, how are you feeling?” you ask, quickly putting down your bags next to the door before making your way to the bed. you sit down on the bed, brushing his hair out of his face. he clears his throat, “i’m okay.’ his voice hoarse.

your hand resting on his warm cheek, thumb brushing soothing circles on his cheek. “what’s going on jagi?” you ask. “channie hyung thinks it’s a cold or flu, i have a fever, congested, i keep coughing and sneezing and my head feels like it’s a balloon.” he explains, before he turns his head away from you, letting out a sneeze.

you hand him a tissue from the box sitting on his bedside table. “bless you bubba.” he blows his nose, placing the tissue in the bag next to him. “thank you, angel.” he gives you a small smile. you look at the table, finding an empty water bottle, tissues, and some crackers.

“have you taken some medicine?” you ask, running your hand through his hair. “lino hyung gave me some aspirin for my fever but we didn’t have any cold medicine.” he sniffles, closing his eyes, nuzzling his head against your hand slightly.

“okay bub, i picked you up some, so i’m gonna go grab you some medicine and i think minho is done with the stew so i’m gonna grab you a bowl too, alright?” you ask, hand still running through his hair. “mhm, thank you.” he mumbles. 

you leaned over placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead before pulling his blanket over him. you get up, grabbing the empty water bottle and crackers before making your way out of the room. you softly close the door behind you, walking back to the kitchen.

you place the crackers on the counter before filling up his blue bottle with ice and water. you start to put everything away, keeping the medicine and gatorade in a bag before pulling away the crackers. “here you go.” lino says, placing a bowl of the hot stew, with a spoon and some napkins next to you.

“ thank you minho.” you smile, placing the water bottle in the bag as well. “of course, there’s extra on the stove if you want some.” he says pointing towards the pot on the stove

. your heart warms at the older boy's gesture. “oh, thank you, you didn't have to.”

he waves you off “it’s the least i could do for you helping yongbokkie.” he smiles before making his way to the living room to join chan on the couch. you smile to yourself before collecting your materials, making your way back to your sick boy.

you carefully make your way down the hallway, knocking on the door once more, signaling your arrival. you carefully open the door, finding felix fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth. you quietly make your way into the room, closing the door once again.

you make your way to the side of his bed, placing the stew on the bedside table, sitting next to him once again. you place a gentle hand on his cheek, softly rubbing, waking him up. “hi angel,” you smile down at him. “you can go back to sleep in a bit but i got soup, medicine and water.” he nods understanding as he stretches a bit.

“sit up for me a bit.” he leans forward, coughing a bit. you rub his back, before you place pillows behind him to prop him up. “okay, lay back down baby.” he lays back, clearing his throat a bit. “comfortable?” he nods, giving you a small smile.

“good.” you smile, placing a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the still warm stew. you stir it slightly before taking a spoonful, blowing on the steaming liquid, bringing the spoon and bowl to felix. he opens his mouth, taking in the warm liquid, you pull the spoon back.

“good?” you ask, gathering another serving for him. he swallows the delicious food. “very good angel, thank you.” you smile, bringing the spoon back to him. “don’t thank me, thank minho.” you take the spoon again, repeating the process.

“no seriously, you dropped everything to come take care of me. i really appreciate that baby.” he smiles, placing an hand on your thigh. you place the spoon back in the bowl, leaning over, careful of the bowl of soup. you place a kiss to his cheek, “i’m your partner, it’s literally my job, you don’t have to thank me lix.” his cheeks redden slightly, small smile spreading across his lips.

you grab the spoon, repeating the same process until the stew is all gone. you hand him the napkin, watching him wipe his face before holding out the bowl for him to place the dirty material in. you set the bowl down before grabbing the gatorade and medicine. you place the medicine in his hand before opening the gatorade bottle.

he places the pills in his mouth before grabbing the cold bottle you held out to him. he takes down a few gulps of the cold liquid, before he struggles to breathe thanks to his congestion. “bubba, slow down,” you place your hand on his thigh as he finally pulls away. “breathe please, it’s not going anywhere.” you rub his thigh lightly.

“sorry.” he coughs slightly, causing you to take the bottle, before rubbing his back. “okay bubba, let it out.” the coughs slowly die down, his breathing becoming heavy as he tries to catch his breath. “okay, let’s lay you back down baby.” he nods, you put the cap back on, placing it back on the table.

you move a few of pillows, allowing him to lay back down. he scoots a little closer to you before laying down fully. “comfy?” he nods smiling, eyes closing slightly. “i’ll be back, i’m just gonna bring the dishes back into the kitchen, okay?” you ask, moving his two drinks to the edge of the table for him to have easy access. “okay, you’ll come back and cuddle right?” he asks, his boba eyes staring into yours, pleading you. you giggle, nodding, “yes, bub, i’ll come back and cuddle.” he smiles, happy with your answer before he nuzzles back into the soft mattress.

you give his arm a squeeze before getting up and grabbing the bowl, making your way back to the hallway. as you step out you run into jeongin. “oh!” slightly startled. “hi innie.” you smile. “hi noona, how is felix hyung?” he asks, pointing to the door. “he’s okay, he just ate and took medicine so he’s gonna sleep for a bit.” small smile still present on your lips.

“good, thank you for taking care of him.” you nod your head, “of course, i’d do anything for him.” your cheeks warming slightly. he smiles, “he’d do the same for you, you know.” you nod, cheeks becoming impossibly warmer. “i know, thank you innie.” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder before making his way to his room.

you make it back to the kitchen, quickly washing the bowl. “how’s lix doing?” an aussie voice behind you asks. you turn around, “he’s okay, he ate and i gave him some medicine so he’s gonna try to sleep now.” he nods, “thank you for taking care of him, we really appreciate it.”  you nod, smiling at the older man. “anytime channie, i’d do anything for him.”

he gives you a side hug, “we know.” he pulls away, making his way back to minho on the couch. you walk back to felix’s room for the final time, lightly knocking on the door. you enter, felix lifting his head, before settling back into his cocoon.

“y’know you don’t have to knock everytime, right?” he mumbles, face smooshed into his pillow. “i know but it’s your space, i don’t want to invade it.” you say, making your way to the other side of the bed. you get under the blankets, opening your arms to him. “you could never invade my space jagi, what’s mine is yours.”

he moves, melting into you, placing a kiss on top of your heart. “you realize you’re definitely getting sick right?” he asks, words slurred with sleep. you giggle, “yes lix i know,” you pause looking down at him, “but it’s worth it.” you lean down, placing a kiss to his sift hair.

“please make sure you take some vitamins.” he says, clearly fighting sleep. “i will angel, now go to sleep, you need rest,” you run fingers through his hair with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other. “mhm kay, lub you angel.” you smile, holding him close to you. “i love you too, lix.” placing one last kiss on his hair before he drifts off.

needless to say you definitely got sick a few days later, which resulted in a scolding from the sunshine boy himself. but he nursed you back to health, make sure you both were taking your vitamins to avoid getting sick again.

do not repost

[peachiejeongin]

Mind-Numbing Melody | Bang Chan

Synopsis: Chan has been unmotivated lately when it comes to producing; however, he comes across a melodic idea that he just cannot resist. He just needs your help to fulfill it. Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Recommended), dom!Bang Chan, sub!reader, pet names (pretty girl, darling, good girl, etc.), biting, marking, fingering, slight edging, teasing, begging, unprotective penetrative sex (please use protection), Chan uses reader's moans in a song Notice: Hello, my darlings! I know it has been weeks since the release of SKZHOP, but Railway has been driving me absolutely bonkers, so enjoy this fiction I wrote when I discovered you could hear Chan moaning in the background of the song :,D

word count: 4.5K Smut under the cut!

The studio was steeped in a familiar glow, its dim lighting wrapping around stacks of forgotten notes, tangled cords, and empty coffee cups that lined the console like weary sentinels. Chan hunched over the keyboard, fingers tapping an irregular, impatient rhythm. It had been days, weeks even, of this same cycle—blank stares at a blank screen, fleeting sparks of inspiration that fizzled out as quickly as they arrived.

The room smelled faintly of espresso and something sharper, a sort of musk as if Chan's frustration was materializing into a smell. The scent was Chan's constant companion these days, a reminder that no matter how hard he pushed, the music would remain just out of reach.

You watched him from the warm leather couch in the corner, your legs curled beneath you as your phone rested forgotten on your lap. He was quiet, but not in the comforting way he usually was. This silence was heavy, nearly oppressive.

"You're going to burn a hole into that screen," you finally said, your voice teasing but soft, careful not to break him entirely out of whatever fragile trance he was in.

Chan glanced over his shoulder at you, a faint, tired smile curving his lips upwards in a manner that did not quite reach his eyes.

"Maybe I can burn some inspiration into it," he murmured, turning back to the keyboard. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that let you know how sore it was from hours of tensing.

He absentmindedly clicked through the tabs open on his browser, hoping something would reignite his motivation. A playlist was open on his monitor, softly blaring tracks from artists he admired; most of them were songs that sparked awe and envy in an equal measure. But it was the headline of an article on trends in modern music that caught his eyes, words he had previously skimmed earlier in the day: "Personal Touch: The Rise of Intimacy in Music Production."

He had not thought much of it at the time, dismissing it as another gimmick. Now, in the late-night haze of desperation and coffee-stained reality, the concept felt like a thread to cling to. The idea of creating something raw, something undeniably intimate, grew in his mind. When he looked at you, lounging on that couch as if you were a calm in the storm, an idea began to crystalize.

You caught his gaze, brows furrowing slightly in concern as you noticed the shift in his expression—an intense focus, almost predatory, like he had just discovered something precious.

"What?" you asked, nerves and curiosity blending in your tone.

Chan stood slowly, the chair rolling back with a low creak. When he crossed the room, every step deliberate, your heart began to beat just a bit faster. He dropped to one knee in front of you, the studio's ambient light casting shadows against the defined angles of his jawline. His fingers found your thighs, resting there lightly at first, then gripping just enough to make your pulse quicken.

"I need your help," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you.

"With what, my love?" You tilted your head, trying to read the intent behind his lustful, dark eyes.

"There's this idea I have," he began, thumb absently stroking the fabric of your sweatpants. "I read this article—something about artists using intimate sounds from their partners in songs. Breaths, moans, everything. I can't stop thinking about how you would sound in one of my songs." His gaze dropped to where his fingers rested against your thighs, almost reverent in a way.

"Your voice, the way you sound when it's just us...I think it could be the spark I'm missing."

Your breath caught in your throat. The idea was audacious, bordering on the verge of scandalous, yet it held an allure you could not deny. You imagined it— your moans hidden between beats and chords only you could notice.

"You're serious?" you questioned, voice barely reaching above a whisper. Chan nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a certain vulnerability that made your heart clench.

"I've been so stuck, but the thought of creating something with you that's so raw and real...it just feels right."

You swallowed, the weight of his request pressing down on you in the best possible way. The trust, the intimacy—it was more than you had ever imagined sharing with Chan, moreso the audience that would be tuning into the song.

"Okay," you agreed softly, the word containing every ounce of trust and anticipation you felt.

Chan's lips curved into a slow, sincere smile, and he leaned foreward to press a kiss against your forehead. It was warm, lingering, a promise as much as it was a kiss.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," he mumbled as he pulled away.

Before you could reply, he captured your lips with his, a kiss that was at first gentle, exploratory; it then deepened into something that made the studio air feel heavy, electric. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into him, a symphony in the making.

This kiss grew hungrier, if that was possible, your hands tangling roughly into Chan's hair as he remained steady on your thighs. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and the soft gasp it elicited made him groan against your mouth.

"Just like that, pretty girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse as his lips brushed against yours.

Chan pulled away from you briefly, striding to his computer and clicking open an audio-recording tab; the faint glow of the monitor casted a faint shadow on the walls. You repositioned yourself as he opened the taper, falling back onto the cushions; he made his way back over to you, climbing over top of you on the couch, his hands tracing an agonizingly slow path up your sides.

Every movement and every touch was unhurried, deliberate as though he was tuning you, finding the exact pitch that made you hum beneath his touch. His fingers danced over your skin, like he was learning the contours of an instrument. The press of his lips ignited sparks at every point of contact.

"Channie," you whispered as you intertwined one of his warm hands with yours; he stroked your cheek gently, smiling ever so lovingly at you.

"Relax for me," he purred before nipping his teeth at your neck ever so slightly. The motion caused you to shiver, your breath hitching in your throat as his lips travel from your neck slowly to your chest. There, he sucked small markings into your skin until purple and red adorned your chest. Welts became present due to his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before Chan moved to fiddle with the hem of your top.

"Are you alright with taking this further?" Chan questioned, assuring that he had your full consent before going farther.

"Yes," you breathed out, the words nearly getting stuck in your throat; your gaze flickers to the computer screen, watching as the speakers picked up each noise, the audio receptor's lines expanding with each recipient.

With your approval, Chan stripped you of your top, agonizingly slow albeit, his fingers moving their way to the clasp of your bra. He managed to undo the latch in one, swift motion, and before giving you time to think, his lips wrapped around your nipple.

You moaned as the warmth from his mouth and the wetness of his tongue sucked, kissed, and bit at your nipple, his tongue gliding over the sensitive region. His hands caressed your hips slowly before the right one moved up to attend to the neglected breast; his fingers rolled the bud, pinching, flicking and eliciting beautiful sounds from you.

"Don't hold back" Chan breathed out. "I want to hear everything."

At this point, your body was burning, both from Chan's actions and from the awareness that this was all going to be on tape; you felt a coating of arousal pool up at your core, causing you to rub your clothed thighs together in attempts to gain some sort of friction. Chan noticed the action almost instantly, grinding his hips slightly into yours; you sighed almost out of relief as you felt his own arousal poking through the black fabric of his loose shorts.

Chan lifts off of you, his hands reaching for the bottom of his hoodie; however, you stopped him, your hands mirroring his actions. You wanted to strip him, wanted to be the one to revel in revealing his perfection. Chan sighed out of contenment as you lifted the sweatshirt over his head, messing up his hair in the process and discarding the article somewhere on the studio floor.

Ridding the hoodie revealed a toned torso, with glimmering, slightly-tanned abs sparkling in the glow of the studio. You instinctually moved your hands to lay upon his chest, just as you had done so many times before, sliding your palms down his body smoothly and causing him to shiver. He positioned his body back above you, leaning over your smaller frame.

"Let me take care of you, Love," he lightly growled out as he moved his hands down to hook under the waistband of your pants, flicking his gaze to meet yours for approval. You nodded repeatedly, causing Chan to giggle as he slid your pants and underwear down, throwing the clothing alongside his hoodie.

He relished at your arousal, his eyes looking blown out before any sexual act had been committed.

"Look at you, Darling," he whispered, sliding a fingers through your wetness and causing you to whine. "Always so pretty for me."

Before you could comprehend his words, your mind increasingly numbing at his actions, Chan inserted his pointer fingers, pumping the digit in and out of you slowly. The contact elicited a string of hearty, genuine moans from you; admittedly, you were louder than you usually were during sex. You were not sure if it was because of the arousal of being recorded or if you just felt particularly frustrated that day.

Whatever it was, the sounds escaping you were particularly tumultuous, and Chan thought the octave was perfect for what he wanted to accomplish.

Chan inserted his middle finger minutes after his first digit, his pace quickening along with the speed of your whines. He maneuvered his hands, reaching to where his thumb could brush against your clit and allowing you to feel as if you were on cloud nine. You repeatedly clenched around him, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you slowly but surely; however, Chan removed his fingers before you could reach the finish line, which earned a loud, aggravated whine from you.

"Channie!" you groaned, your pussy clenching around nothing as you bucked your hips up instinctively, attempting to receive any type of contact, even the slightest motion, that would bring you to your end.

"Why?"

"Adds an element of fun," Chan responded, his lips quirked into a smug smirk, "both to the music and to our little moments."

"I can't wait anymore, Chan," you whimpered out in response, making your boyfriend tsk at you appraisingly before he slid off his own bottoms.

He quickly lined his cock up with your entrance, rubbing through your folds teasingly; he complimented the prior action poking at the hole.

"Are you ready, Darling?" he questioned.

"Yes!" you yelped out, positioning your legs to wrap around Chan's torso.

"Beg for it, then," he commanded, causing your eyes to widen and your cheeks to flush from embarassment.

"This wasn't apart of the plan," you quietly mewled as Chan halted his teasing motions.

"Mm, maybe not, but I know what gets a reaction out of you," Chan admitted leaning down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning your ears. "I gotta make sure this melody encapsulates as much of your perfection as possible. So, baby girl, if you want the same thing, I suggest you get to begging."

You let out an annoyed huff, your lips pursing into a sheepish pout as you reluctantly did as demanded of you.

"Please, Channie," you pleaded, your arms gripping his shoulders. "I need you so bad please. Please, please, please, baby." Chan chuckled lightly at your beseeching as he placed his hands on either side of your face.

"Good girl," he praised gently.

With that, he gently pushed himself inside of you. You both gasped at the feeling; Chan's length filled you completely, causing you to tingle with excitement as the familiar stretch swiftly morphed from pain into pleasure.

You gave Chan the go-ahead to move, and he held your hips tightly as he thrusted in and out of you; his lips parted, making their way to kiss and nip at your skin, the tips of his canines lightly poking you.

"You always feel so amazing, my love," he moaned out; you simply sighed in pleasure, clenching yourself around him as you melted into his stature. Rushes of pleasure shot throughout your body as Chan tighlty gripped onto your hips, his nails causing indents in your flesh.

The knot tightening in your stomach returns throughout Chan's thrusts, and you are unable to comprehend the sudden change in his demeanor from gentle to hazy. All you know is that it feels good and that you are losing yourself within his darkened gaze.

"Chan, oh my," you moan out, your voice high pitched and hoarse.

"You like that, Darling?" Chan questions as your noises pick up in pace. "Keep moaning for me. You're doing so well."

"'M close," you whimper out, holding onto Chan for dear life. Chan mandhandles your body upwards, still holding onto you in the new positions and burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"Cum for me then, Love," he commands; as soon as he gives the approval , your orgasm hits. Your brain becomes like mush, and your eyes flutter shut as the pleasure rocks through you.

You feel Chan halt in his movements and he slowly pulls out of you, allowing himself to finish on your stomach before laying beside you.

"Still with me?" he questions, pulling you into his arms.

"Mhm," you mumble, just barely able to hear his words. You feel tired all of a sudden, tangling your hands in Chan's hair, albeit much lighter this time.

"You did so good, Baby," Chan praised, holding you tightly against him. "Wait until you hear how beautiful you sound."

A week had passed since that night in the studio. You had not been allowed to hear the song yet, as Chan insisted it was, "not ready." His process was meticulous, almost obsessive, and though your curiosity burned, you let him do his thing.

Now, you were back in the studio, perched on the same couch where it had all happened. Chan stood by the mixing console, his headphones draped around his neck, a spark of nervous energy buzzing in his movements.

“It’s done,” he said, running a tired hand through his hair.

You shifted in your seat, heart thudding with anticipation.

“You’re making it sound like I should be scared,” you teased, though the slight tremble in your words told him part of you was nervous.

He shot you a lopsided grin, approaching you and sitting beside you on the couch. Strangely, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

“You don’t have to listen if you’re not ready," he explained, his tone laced with a sense of reluctance. "It’s...intimate.” The way his voice dipped sensually on the last word made your pulse quicken and you instantly shook your head.

“No, I want to hear it,” you declined his offer, your words uttered softly. "Play it, please."

He nodded, a faint smile present as he slid his headphones over your ears and pressed play on the monitor. The room went silent, save for the faint hum of the equipment. As the first notes filled your ears, everything else slowly faded away.

The song started softly; it was a deep, pulsing rhythm that felt like a heartbeat, layered with delicate chords that swept over you like a whisper. Then, beneath the music, you heard it.

You.

It was a faint gasp, so quiet it almost blended into the background vocals, followed by the softest of moans mixed into the melody. The sounds sent a rush of heat to your cheeks as your mind flashed back to that night, to Chan’s hands, his lips, and the way he had coaxed those very sounds from you.

Your breath caught as the track built, the sensual undertones unmistakable. Every layer of the song felt personal, your breaths and your voice intertwined with the raw intensity of Chan's production. It was not overtly explicit, but the sensuality was undeniable, a secret language only the two of you could speak woven into the music.

When the track ended, you pulled the headphones off and stared at him, your mouth slightly agape.

“Chan...” You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or throw the headphones at him. “That’s me.”

His lips twitched into a smirk, though his eyes searched yours for any sign of disapproval.

“It’s us,” he corrected. “I wanted it to feel sincere, like it replicated us to a tee.”

Your cheeks burned, contrasting the thrill that coursed through your veins. Chan scooted closer, leaning in front of you so his face was mere inches away from yours.

“You’re my muse,” he told you simply. “Every sound, every breath—it’s you. You inspire me.”

You shook your head, laughing softly.

“If people hear this-”

“They won’t know it’s you, if they even notice it's there,” he reassured, his voice gentle. “It’s subtle. Just for us.”

Your lips parted, still processing, but before you could say anything else, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.

"You don't hate it, do you?"

“Hate it?” you echoed, shaking your head on denial. “I could never hate anything you create. The song is absolutely beautiful. It’s just...”

“Just?”

“...Really hot,” you admitted, biting your lip.

A deep laugh rumbled from his chest, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because it’s the most personal thing I’ve ever made, and I want it to be for you as much as it is for me or for the fans.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Well,” you began, your voice dropping to a playful whisper, “if you ever need more inspiration..” Your voice trailed off as your fiddled with the chain of his necklace, your forehead still pressed gently against his. Chan grinned, his fingers tightening on your waist.

“Don’t tempt me, y/n.”

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A Painslut's Submission Part 2

Felix's grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "On the bed," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed instantly, crawling onto the mattress and positioning yourself on all fours, your body trembling with anticipation.

He stood over you, his shadow looming large as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic sound echoed in the quiet room, each click of the buckle amplifying the tension. Felix snapped the belt through the air, the sharp crack cutting through the silence like a whip.

"You know what's coming," he said, his tone menacing. "Take it like the slut you are."

Without waiting for a response, he brought the belt down hard across your backside. The impact was searing, sending waves of pain radiating through your flesh. You cried out, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you struggled to maintain your position.

Felix continued, his strokes alternating between harsh and teasingly light. Each lash left a burning trail on your skin, the pain mingling with the arousal pooling deep within you. Your moans grew louder, blending with the sound of the belt slicing through the air.

"Look at you," he taunted, pausing to admire his handiwork. "So red, so sore. And yet, you still beg for more."

You couldn't deny it. Despite the agony, there was a perverse pleasure in surrendering to his dominance, in allowing him to mold you into his ideal of a submissive partner. You nodded, your eyes locking with his as you silently pleaded for another strike.

Satisfied, Felix resumed his assault, this time aiming lower, just above your thighs. The new angle made each hit more intense, the pain sharper and more concentrated. You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as the belt found its mark again and again.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Feel it, embrace it. Let it consume you."

As the punishment continued, your mind began to blur, the boundaries between pain and pleasure dissolving into a swirling vortex of sensation. You lost track of time, your world narrowing down to the sting of the belt and the heat of Felix's gaze.

Finally, he tossed the belt aside, his chest heaving as he watched you. "Turn over," he demanded, his voice raw with exertion. You did as he asked, your limbs shaky as you faced him, your body a canvas of red marks.

Felix knelt beside you, his fingers trailing lightly over your inflamed skin. "Beautiful," he whispered, his touch gentle despite the harshness of his words. "Absolutely beautiful."

His hand moved lower, cupping your sex, his thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. You moaned, the dual sensations of his rough treatment and tender caress overwhelming your senses. He circled your clit slowly, his other hand pressing down on your stomach.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered, his voice gruff.

"You," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. "I want you inside me."

Felix smirked, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness. "Beg for it," he challenged, his thumb increasing its pressure on your sensitive nub.

"Please," you begged, your hips bucking against his hand. "Please, Felix, I need you."

With a growl, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with urgency. Without warning, he thrust inside you, his entry brutal and unyielding. You screamed, the sudden intrusion both painful and deliciously satisfying.

Felix held still, his eyes locked with yours as he allowed you to adjust to his size. "Take it," he commanded, his voice strained. "Take all of me."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your body acclimating to his presence. With a groan, Felix began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge.

"Harder," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Please, harder."

Felix obliged, his pace increasing until the床 shook beneath you. The room filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. You clung to him, your body a vessel for his passion, your mind consumed by the tempest of sensations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Felix grunted, his forehead resting against yours. "So tight, so wet."

Your climax built slowly, a wave cresting higher and higher as Felix pounded into you. With each thrust, the tension coiled tighter, your body thrumming with the need for release.

"Come for me," Felix urged, his voice ragged. "Show me how much you love it."

The dam broke, your orgasm crashing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure. You screamed his name, your body convulsing around his pulsing cock as waves of ecstasy rolled through you.

Felix followed soon after, his own release spilling deep inside you. He collapsed atop you, his weight heavy and reassuring as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Mine," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "Always mine."

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[ 필릭스 ] ✷ ‎aftercare with your boyfriend !

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the warm glow of the bedside lamp casts a soft, golden haze over the room, pooling in honeyed ribbons along the sheets, the walls, the tangled mess of limbs still recovering from the storm of passion moments ago. the air is thick with the scent of vanilla and faint traces of your boyfriend's cologne, mingling with the lingering warmth of skin against skin.

his breath is steady, deep—like the rolling tide pulling back from the shore—his chest rising and falling in tandem with yours as he holds you close, the quiet aftermath settling over both of you like the softest lullaby.

but his mind? oh, it’s a storm of worry.

"did i hurt you?"

he whispers, his deep, accented voice brushing against the shell of your ear, laced with genuine concern. his arms tighten around you just a little, as if anchoring you back to him. "tell me honestly, please. if i was too much, i—"

"you were perfect," you mumble, your voice drowsy, melting into his hold.

felix exhales, relieved, before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "good," he murmurs against your skin, lips warm and reverent.

"because i really, really like making you feel good. like, a lot. i think it’s my new favorite hobby."

a tired, breathy laugh escapes you. "it’s been your hobby for a year, lix."

"okay, but now i take it very seriously. like, professional level," he counters, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "might start a club. 'felix’s lovers of the year' club. but there’s only one spot available, and it’s exclusively for you."

you huff, burying your face against his collarbone. "that was terrible."

"yeah, but did it make you smile?" he peeks down at you, expectant, hopeful.

you try to fight it. you really do. but the way he’s looking at you—with that stupidly bright, gummy smile and those galaxy-swirled brown eyes—makes it impossible.

"maybe," you admit, soft and quiet.

felix grins, victorious. "mission accomplished."

his fingers start trailing slow, absentminded patterns over your back, gentle and soothing. he’s always like this after—the perfect mix of soft and playful, as if making sure you know how much he loves you in every way possible.

then, suddenly—

"oh my god, you're so warm," he groans dramatically, shifting slightly. "like a human heater. i think i’m melting. i’m dying. this is the end for me. tell my members i love them."

you snort. "you’re the one clinging to me."

felix gasps, betrayed. "how dare you? i am protecting you. keeping you safe and loved and cozy. it's my duty as your incredibly hot and responsible boyfriend."

"incredibly hot and responsible?"

"yeah," he says, grinning as he nudges his nose against yours. "and sexy. don’t forget sexy."

you roll your eyes, but there’s no stopping the way your lips twitch. "you’re ridiculous."

"and yet, you love me."

"unfortunately."

felix lets out a loud, exaggerated gasp before launching a merciless attack of feather-light kisses all over your face. "take that back!" he demands between kisses. "take! it! back!"

you squirm, giggling. "lix—stop!"

"never," he declares dramatically, but his kisses slow, turning softer, lingering—one on your cheek, one on your nose, another ghosting over your lips before he finally presses a deep, warm kiss to your forehead.

silence stretches between you for a moment, comfortable and laced with something tender.

then, felix sighs, pulling back just enough to study you. "you’re really tired, hm?"

you nod sleepily, and his expression softens even more.

"stay here, i’ll clean you up," he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face with the utmost care. "i'll get you water, too. and snacks, in case you’re hungry. and a blanket, even though you’re already roasting me alive."

"felix, you don’t have to—"

"ah-ah-ah." he presses a finger against your lips. "let me spoil you, baby. just this once. or actually, every time. no takebacks."

you give him a sleepy, fond look, too tired to argue, and he grins before slipping out of bed. the room feels colder without him, but the sound of him humming softly as he pads around—his deep, velvety voice weaving through the space—is comforting.

a few moments later, he returns, armed with a warm towel, a glass of water, and a packet of biscuits.

he sets everything down carefully, then kneels beside you with a comically serious expression. "okay, love, time for your felix-certified aftercare package. step one, hydration." he hands you the water.

you take a slow sip, and he nods approvingly.

"step two, gentle clean-up." he dabs the warm towel against your skin, so careful, so attentive. his lips twitch into a playful smirk as he wipes your thigh. "damn, i really did a number on you, huh?"

you groan, swatting at him weakly. "shut up."

he cackles but finishes up with feather-light touches, pressing a kiss to your knee for good measure.

"step three, snacks, in case my lovely, adorable, stunning baby is hungry." he offers you the biscuits with an expectant look.

you take one, nibbling on it slowly. "thank you, muffin man." you laugh.

"anytime, only the best for my baby," he murmurs, before climbing back into bed and pulling you close again, this time wrapping you entirely in his warmth.

his lips graze your temple, soft as a whisper. "step four, cuddles. and kisses. and telling you how much i love you until you fall asleep."

you hum contentedly, feeling sleep tug at you. "sounds like the best step."

felix grins, stroking your hair gently. "mhm. now, for my final and most important job…" he leans in, lips just brushing your ear before whispering in the deepest voice he can muster:

"sleep well, pretty."

and just like that, wrapped in his warmth, surrounded by his love, you do.

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not so pure | lee felix

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only, MDNI

word count: 258

warnings: risk of getting caught, unprotected sex, minho is reader's brother

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"shh, gotta keep quiet, sweetheart," felix mumbled against your shoulder, "don't want your brother to hear, do you?"

you shook your head, teeth biting down into your bottom lip roughly to suppress your moans.

he chuckled, moving his hips a little faster as he fucked you from behind.

you were pressed up against his bedroom door, your older brother, minho, just across the hall in his own room of the apartment the two boys shared.

"you're so fuckin' tight," he grunted, grip on your hips sure to leave bruises, but you didn't even care. you had been messing around with felix for a little while now and finally had an opportunity to feel him inside you. you weren't going to let anything ruin it.

not even your brother being across the hall with his bedroom door wide open.

"f- felix," you stuttered, jaw dropping open with a gasp as he pounded into you, your cheek pressed against the cherry wood of his door.

"thats right, baby. say my name."

he gripped your hair, pulling your head back, your lips meeting in a hot, messy kiss. you were practically drooling with the way his cock was abusing your cunt.

a phone rang and minho's voice soon rang out. "hey.... yeah, she's watching a movie with felix... worried about felix? not at all, he's not gonna make a move.... you know how pure and innocent he is," the man chuckled, passing right by the door where his little sister was getting her guts rearranged by his so-called pure best friend.

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