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hyunholights · 2 years

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sinful sunshine - Felix x reader

content & tw: smut, dni if under 18, cheating, toxic Felix

idols: Felix x afab reader

wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: Felix as Lust from my SKZ as the seven deadly sins series - i decided to write longer drabbles for each of the members based on the seven deadly sins, starting with Felix. i'm thinking of maybe doing a part 2 in the future for this one as well, please let me know what you think~ and whom you'd like to see next!

Loving Felix came easy - the sunshine smiles, sweet kisses, comfortable hugs and affection, they pulled you in until you slowly but surely felt yourself fall deeper and deeper in love with him. How could you not? His happiness was infectious and his warmth soon started to feel like home. You felt yourself change too, finding more joy in the simple things, laughing with ease and expressing how you felt without fearing judgement.

And Felix? He fell head over heels in love with you the first time he saw you. He’d never seen anyone who glowed the same way you did. Whenever you talked, there was a spark in your eyes that had his breath catching in his throat, his mouth dry as he looked for the right words to say to you. It didn’t help that he found you absolutely gorgeous, the way you carried yourself, your laugh and the curve of your lips as you smiled whenever he wrapped you in his arms. He was smitten and he knew he had to have you, whatever it took.

It was harder with you than with other girls. It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive or that you didn’t want to be with him - you were just more reserved. You wanted to take things slowly at first, to get to know him before you could fully commit. You intrigued Felix beyond measure. He was used to girls falling in his lap without him having to do much work, but with you, with you he had to actually work for it, to try harder.

And so he did, step by step, every date and moment spent together, sweeping you off your feet a little more, until you finally found yourself under him. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.

Felix’s touches were hungry, trailing every inch of your skin with his fingertips, palms groping your thighs and your breasts, mouth sucking and licking relentlessly until you couldn’t take the pleasure any more, hickies littering your neck and your chest as your high crashed down on you in waves, his fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping core. His lips were on yours in a searing kiss as he entered you, taking his time for the first time that night to savour every one of your moans and whimpers as you felt your walls spread with his length. “That’s my good girl,” he praised and your heart fluttered along with your core.

Felix had every inch of you aching for him and you lost count of how many times you came that night or the next day.

He never seemed to get enough though, even when he was clearly exhausted from his schedules and didn’t have enough energy to fuck you, he wanted you in his arms, fingers lazily playing with your cunt as you stroked his cock.

And on days off, you had your thighs trembling, wrapped around his shoulders or his waist as he either ate you out until you came at least three times, or fucked you until you screamed his name. You even got noise complaints a few times and you had to shamefully answer the door with your fucked-out face. But it was worth it every time.

You and Felix never officially moved in together, it was too complicated with him being an idol and his insane schedule most of the time, but still, he slept at your apartment more than at his dorm. It was comfortable, and blissful, being in love and being together.

Felix didn’t mean it to happen the first time, or the second, not any of the times, really. He loved you and you were enough for him. Well, in some ways at least.

It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with your relationship or that he wanted something he felt you couldn’t give to him. Not even boredom, no, he couldn’t ever get bored of how your body would writhe under him, back arched as your senses were overwhelmed with blinding pleasure. Beauty? He was convinced you were the most beautiful and gorgeous creature that walked the Earth.

Then why did he find himself in a hotel room with another girl riding on his lap? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t thinking about it, not when she was crying his name as her hips moved along the rhythm of an r&b song, her hands fisted in his hair.

He smirked, eyes glazed and palms kneading her ass. He knew it didn’t mean anything, the fact that his heart didn’t beat as fast as he did when it was you on top of him was enough evidence of that. But he couldn’t say no to her now, could he? She asked so nicely and her lips looked so inviting as she confessed how much she loved his dancing, how she watched all his fancams and how excited she was to finally see him in person. And the dress she wore hugged her curves in just the right way. She leaned into his touch so obediently as he put a hand around her waist, guiding her to the elevator door, her perfume invading his nostrils as she pulled him into a kiss.

Her perfume didn’t smell as good as yours did, it was cheaper, but the way she kneeled in front of him, eyes looking up as she unbuckled his belt made Felix’s blood rush to his cock. It didn’t matter, you wouldn’t mind. She had pretty earrings though, he’d have to ask her where they were from and get them for you as well, he was sure they’d go so well with that favourite shirt of yours.

“Fuck, that feels good, just like that sweetheart,” he groaned as she wrapped her lips around his length and his focus returned to the girl in front of him. He had time to think about you later.

He took the first shower, washed her smell and juices off his skin and rushed to text you with a grin, asking if you wanted anything from the convenience store.

“Don’t you want to spend the night?” Her voice sounded hopeful as she met his eyes, clueless that the whole evening meant nothing to Felix, and it could’ve very well been a completely different girl.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I need to get home. It was fun though,” he smiled as he put back his clothes, trying to make his hair not look like too much of a mess. If he saw the disappointed look in her eyes, he didn’t say anything and he was gone by the time she returned from the bathroom, having finally washed his cum off her face and chest.

When he walked through the door, with chocolate ice cream and a couple of bags of your favourite snacks you couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face. You easily brushed off how dishevelled his hair and makeup looked, chalking it up to a long evening at the event and the boys messing around. And as he cuddled up to you on your bed, your head buried in the crook of his neck, you could swear he smelled a little too strongly of cheap body-wash. Your heart sunk a little at the thought that sneaked up in your mind, but then it was quickly replaced by guilt as Felix whispered a soft “I love you, babe,” kissing the top of your head.

What kind of person did you have to be to think such thoughts of the man in your arms? Felix was so sweet and kind, he’d never do something to hurt you, right? Not intentionally at least.

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missskzbiased · 2 years

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The Seven Deadly Sins - Intro

Summary: Hell wasn’t like you pictured… Instead of flames, screams, and endless torture you had to go through a trial held by seven faceless figures. A trial that was bound to decide your eternity. An eternity that could either be suffering or fully enjoying yourself to the end of the days.

“I’m a filthy whore” You confess promptly.

The trial begins… And you better hope you’re a hell of a sinner.

Chan|| Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Main Masterlist

WC: ~2,2 K

Genre: Mature

AUs: -

Pairing: SKZ x Fem! Reader [No Smut for Felix!]

Warnings: Choking, Enchanting the MC to enhance her lust (which brings her to do a lot of sexual things, although there is no sex in this chapter), language, exhibitionism.

Each chapter will have its own warnings and there will be a chapter for each member.

It’s important to say that in all of the following chapters, the kinks and anything MC/Member do will be CONSENSUAL. All of those will be MC’s MEMORIES and not The Sins forcing her to do something (unlike in this chapter).

Welcome to Hell…

The tantalizing whisper draws opposite reactions from your mind and body. It yanks you away from your stupor and has your head spinning in an endless vortex before everything you feel, everything you are, morphs into emptiness. It leaves nothing around but shadows and a mysterious haze blurring the edges of whatever it is that surrounds you, taking away the perception of endings and beginnings. It scares you. How could you not be scared of the unknown? Or the loneliness? Or the darkness? It sends a shiver down your spine. Yet, when it comes back, it goes straight to your cunt. Instead of trembling legs, you get pressing thighs.

It's inappropriate.

You know it is, you really do. But you can't help it. There is something about that voice fading in the dark... Something about the fact there is no one to claim it... Something about the way it speaks to you in such a sultry tone... Something in it that makes you realize that it's freezing in there... Something in it that sets you on fire... There is just something. You don't know how to name it, how to explain it. You just feel it. It's a feeling that fills you from the inside, even though you're empty. It gives you meaning. It clouds your head and leaves you aching for it, craving for it.

But not for long.

It bursts behind you before you know it, becoming an overwhelming presence that envelops you and darkens your senses. For a second, you consider giving away everything you are, everything you were, and everything you could ever be. It would be such a small price to pay to get everything you have ever wanted, wouldn't it? The way its warm breath sweeps a strand of hair behind your ear speaks for itself... There is nothing you've been more sure about. This thing wanted to have you so, so much... Would it be that wrong to want it to have you too? You swallowed dryly, leaning your neck almost imperceptibly as you felt the air around you getting thicker, heavier... Dampier.

But you were the one who got wet.

Its breath hitches, and you can feel the warmth creeping into your skin little by little as hands hover over your arms without ever touching you. Suddenly, the presence behind you doesn't belong to something but to someone. Their thumb graze ever so softly on your jaw, setting your skin on fire and guiding you to give them more access. The expectation is too much. You blink once, then twice; lips quivering to welcome something you have never felt before. They take their time to bury their nose in the crook of your neck and inhale your scent, humming in approval. Your head wobbles back and forth. Then, left and right. And then, it spins: round and round and round...

Vertigo has your thoughts and feelings all mixed up.

"Smells good..." It's the kind of deep, husky voice that could only belong to a male. He savors the moment for a bit before exhaling; breath shaking with undeniable desire. Your mind is too hazed to fully comprehend what it does to you but your body reacts for itself. He takes you in again. This time, he's eager; aggressive even. So lascivious that your legs tremble and you throb, "Smells really, really good" The chuckle that falls from his lips carry nothing but lust in it, "Must be an enjoyable trial" His breath wavers once again before he cages you in his arms, kissing your shoulder.

When it finally happens, there isn't anything aphrodisiac about his caresses anymore. No. There is just raw, insufferable pain.

You fall back to your senses with no parachute to make the landing softer. The haze in your mind dissipates, just like this. Blown away by your torment. Blown away by the hot steam that comes out of his mouth. Blown away by the hissing sound that fills the air with every inch of your skin that comes in contact with his.

It's red-hot iron.

Howling doesn't even begin to describe the sound clawing its way out of your throat. For him, it didn't matter. Wailing, bawling, roaring, crying... Whatever it was, it entertained him. His lips mold to a smile; pressing against your blade when his mouth slithers ever so smoothly to trail a path to your nape before it moves to a soft spot near your ear. The sound intensifies before your voice cracks, and the tears roll down your face. The pain is so excruciating that your throat swells, and you can't bring yourself to scream again. He hums in approval, bringing you closer to suck on your skin as if to taste your misery. However, it's when you jerk away from him to no avail that he truly enjoys himself.

"I love it when you mortals put up a fight" He confesses, arms snaking around you; constricting you. There is no way to release yourself from his hold and he seems to know that you know it. Even so, you trash around to try and free yourself. He grins, "Makes torturing you so much more fun" This time, his hand makes its way to your neck, wrapping around your throat. On top of such sensitive skin, his touch feels like hot lava digging its way down to your bones, "I'll take my time with you" He promises, tightening his grip on your neck to the point your airways are blocked, and you struggle for some air, "But right now, I need you to confess it, Mortal" His nails dig into your skin, drawing a guttural yowl from you.

"W-What?" Your voice sounds raspy, and speaking a single word feels like running a marathon, "Confess what?" You elaborate further, trying to ignore your burning lungs to find a way to get rid of this torture.

"Your sins" He whispers in your ear. His breath comes out as a dense fog that coils in the air and revolves around you, unable to get into your head. It seems to upset him, and he scoffs before he loosens his grip around your throat. It's just enough for you to desperately try to recompose yourself, swallowing the fog in a single motion as you take in a deep breath, "That's the only way to save yourself from an eternity of suffering now" His warning mixes with the hot steam filling your lungs and mind, smoldering your thoughts and will, "Come on... Surrender to your sins" He allures you, and once again you find no reason to fight him or any of his requests.

The distinct scent of sweaty bodies and fresh cum invades your senses, and there are no mistakes when you open your mouth to answer his pleas.

"I'm a filthy whore" You confess promptly.

Then, everything happens too fast.

At the same time that he lets go of your body, his elbow is buried in your back, forcing you to kneel in pain. You close your eyes shut, whimpering, and you don't need to worry about falling forward as he tugs on your hair to force you to face the void. Your hands shoot to your scalp, trying to relieve the pressure, and your eyes shoot open, darting around to grasp the situation you were trapped into. Everything seems fine for half a second but then, the ground quivers underneath your knees. The soft vibrations grow into an earthquake, and soon enough the rocks start to crack, crumble and fall into the abyss. The fog retreats, flowing like a waterfall until it reaches the edges.

Then, there is only a void.

"What the Hell?!" You hiss when a crack rushes in your way, getting dangerously closer by the second. Life flashed before your eyes and a scream erupted from the bottom of your lungs. As soon as the last piece of ground crumbles, you pray for some mercy to whoever was up to listen to you. The Demon behind you scoffs but keeps his grip on your hair, forcing you to stay in place and saving you from an endless fall. You look down, scared for dear life, just to see the fog coiling and raising, gathering and solidifying, surrounding you, "Holy Sh-!" The words get caught in your throat when seven black figures standing in almighty glory are formed right in front of your eyes.

“Use of inappropriate words in the presence of the jury…” The voice reprimanded, apathethic tone judging you. There aren't any actual words per see, but you can hear it sound and clear. The sound comes from the center but you can't be sure from each one when all of them are faceless; just dense, blurry shadows that don't begin or end. Just like the rest of this place, "We're not sorry to inform you that this is not a good start for a trial" The voice is followed by a soft noise, a quick scribble, that doesn't come from any particular way.

You assume that the notes vouch for your punishment.

"It has come to my knowledge that you are..." The sentence hung in the air as the figures seemed to study a scroll in front of them, completely ignoring your worries, “… A filthy whore” A few of them hummed unimpressed; void faces directed at you “Well then…" The scribbles stop suddenly, and there is a flourish in the air that seems to be one of them gesticulating, "I summon the lustful to join the trial” And as soon as it says it, the pitch-black surroundings turn murky, a thin layer of something blurring the horizon.

You can feel thousands of eyes on you.

"You've done enough, Felix," The voice says, and the Demon immediately lets go of your hair, stepping back. You can still feel his presence behind you, but you can't focus on it as a tingling sensation spreads from your mind to your core, "It's time for her defense" They announce solemnly, not bothering to explain what you should do.

The temperature raises a notch.

It feels like each pair of eyes strips you down, and you feel exposed and vulnerable, tempted. The thought of being watched by whatever hid in the shadows made you wetter than you expected, and you chose to blame it on their powers. Sweat rolls down from your neck to your cleavage. Knowing that everyone follows it expectantly has your nipples perking, and the soft brush of your blouse has you aroused. A fleeting thought crosses your mind: What if all of them could have a taste of you? That single thought opens the way for a flow of wonders: Would their tongues trail a path to get rid of the saltiness on your skin? Would they take their time sucking on your nipples? Maybe, they would prefer to roll them between their fingers. Would their hands feel like it was too much to handle?

Each one of those thoughts set something aflame in you.

You licked your lips, closing your eyes and bending forward. The motion was just too familiar for you to forget, and you didn't bother to have your ass stuck up in the air. You feel no shame when you jiggle it, getting off on the fact that this seems to affect those filthy souls surrounding you. Intangible hands roam over your body, and your nails dig into the ground when you bite your arm before a moan scapes from your lips. Bucking your hips back, you hope Felix takes pity on your deplorable state and helps you prove that you were, indeed, a whore.

“Give in to The Lust” The voice lured you.

You mewl loudly enough to arouse yourself, and you don't even notice when your hand sneaks to caress your inner thigh. The soft skin feels like the perfect place to dig your nails again. The stingy pain has you whimpering. You scratch yourself to enhance the sensation and draw an unholy sound from the back of your throat. Your wrist grazes over the drenched fabric. Your fingers press against it, sinking between your folds. You moan again, ready to rub yourself to get that insufferable ache out of your cunt; to fill the emptiness. Your legs tremble just at the thought of it, and your chest goes up and down with the perspective of cumming in such an inappropriate way.

“Good girl” This time, Lust was perfectly recognizable.

You raise your eyes, delighted by the way your walls flutter as soon as he calls you. The memories smack you, just like he used to smack your ass when you didn't behave. When your eyes meet, your hand naturally goes to your throat, searching for the feeling of his hands on your skin. You groan, recalling the way he used to choke you. Your finger messily circles your clit, just to tease him to come and do it himself. He doesn't. And teasing just doesn't do it anymore. You keep rubbing, faster, harder; not disconnecting your gazes for one second.

"Please" You beg like you used to.

Lust eats you up with his eyes. Dark brown eyes. They belong to a face that you know a little too well. A face that is attached to a name you've called a little too much. A name that belongs to someone who stands right in front of you.

Lust was now none other than Bang Chan.

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