𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. ˚。୨୧˚
pairing: Lee Felix x GN!reader
genre: drabble, non!idol au, established relationship, fluff(?)
wc: 1k
warnings: lots and lots of kisses, suggestive, making out, language, pet names (honey, sweetheart, babe, lix)
summary: you have an amazing idea. the idea in question being a romantic tiktok trend that your boyfriend is over the moon about trying.
a/n: so...i was listening to cigarettes after sex and i remembered that one tiktok trend to k., and ik it's dead now but IT WON'T BE DEAD UNTIL I DO IT RAHHHH so here's me feeding you guys while the last two lovertober entries are being worked on
Felix knew something was up the second he stepped through your door.
You had texted him randomly, a cryptic message he'd stared at for an actual eternity (five minutes) attempting to decipher but ultimately giving up.
"come over. as soon as possible."
Were you in trouble? Did you want to fuck him? Was it both? He decided he should just go over to your apartment to see if you were okay. He slipped on his coat and left hurriedly.
You were on the couch, dozing off to some early 2000's movie you couldn't bother watching. When the door opening, you jolted out of the state you were in and turned to stare at Felix, a look of utmost delight upon your features.
"Hi, honey." You cooed, getting up from under the comfy blanket to snake your arms around his neck and press a loving peck to his plush lips. "You look lovely tonight."
Blood rushed to Felix's cheeks, turning them the color of blossoming pink roses. You were wearing his shirt and a pair of simple, black sleep shorts. Felix gulped, trying to fight the urge to pin you to the wall and kiss you until your lips were raw.
"What do you need? I saw you wanted me to come over quickly so I rushed here." Holy shit, he was a blabbering mess. You grinned.
"You know that one Cigarettes After Sex song, right?" you asked, plopping back down onto the couch and pulling out your phone.
"Very specific." Felix teased, hanging up his coat before awkwardly sitting down beside you. However, he relaxed once you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder.
"Hey! But it's called K., and it's that one where it goes like 'Stay with me, I don't want you to leave'..." you tried to explain, and Felix giggled.
"Yes, I know it. Did you call me all the way here for a song recommendation?" You shook your head, before zeroing in on the black, form-fitting turtleneck he'd been wearing beneath his heavy coat.
"Not really, no. There was this trend that was going around...I don't remember when, but every time I hear the song I think about it." You mused, gasping softly when one of Felix's arms made its way to wrap around your waist. Good god. "You look really hot in that turtleneck, by the way."
"Thank you, sweetheart." he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Now, what was this trend about? I feel like I know what you're talking about..."
He knew exactly what you were talking about. To be honest, he was overjoyed you were even bringing up the idea to him. Being kissed all over by his partner sounded like the perfect Saturday night.
"I hope this jogs your memory, then!" You pulled up a video you had saved on TikTok, moving your phone over a little so that he could see it better. It showed some girl putting on lipstick, and messing it up. Then, a hand reached into the frame to wipe it away, and the camera panned to show her boyfriend, covered in lipstick marks and staring at her affectionately. "So...what do you think?"
Felix was staring in awe. Which pretty much answered your question.
"Please use that one burgundy lipstick you have. I'm begging you." He murmured quietly, still staring at the video on loop. You laughed out loud with glee, dashing off to go grab it.
Felix was waiting patiently, staring at the empty doorway as the distant sounds of you rummaging through your drawers excited him to no end. He just hoped he wouldn't get too excited...
When you finally came back, holding the tube of lipstick he loved so, he swore the butterflies flitting around inside his stomach began migrating. He changed the position he was sitting in so he could lay his back comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. Unfortunately, every one of his emotions were on full display as you climbed on top of him, straddling him.
"Wow, you're pretty red, Lix. I'm a little worried that the lipstick might not show up!" You slyly teased him, only adding more color to his adorable cheeks. He reached up to caress the soft skin on your cheek, his lips curled upwards into an endearing smile.
"Babe, I love you and your teasing but put on that makeup and fucking kiss me already." Felix grumbled playfully. You had no hesitation as you applied the dark lipstick, leaning down to press kiss after kiss onto his freckled face until his skin was stained red inside and out.
Felix felt like you were edging him.
You'd kissed everywhere except his lips, and it was making him feel embarrassingly needy. You noticed this, and with an airy giggle, you moved towards his lips. However, at the last second your head swiveled and you left a mark on the corner of his lips. That was his final straw. With a groan, he reached up and pulled you down so he could kiss you passionately, his hands going to your waist to steady you.
His kisses were dripping with love and adoration, fiery with desire. They slowly became more and more intimate, tongues dancing with each other. Your hands went to his blonde hair, holding them tightly. When you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to him like some otherworldly string of fate, your lips were swollen and his were the color of spilt red wine.
"You can't jus' leave me hanging like that, sweetheart. C'mon, get my neck too." He said, panting. His chest was heaving. You liked it.
"But you're wearing a turtleneck." You pointed out, blinking once, twice.
He grinned.
"Exactly. Go ahead, take it off of me." With his help, his expanse of tanned, bare skin was exposed to you. A perfect canvas to create art upon with your lovely lips.
Needless to say, you never finished filming.
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X’s and O’s | Lee Felix x Reader
Pairing: boyfriend!Felix x Reader
Genre: Fluff, NO SMUT
Warnings: Slight cursing
Synopsis: You come home from work, exhausted, and you cuddle with Felix the whole night.
A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic so yes, it is short, oh well
You came home from work and collapsed on the couch. Work had always been difficult, but today you felt extra exhausted. Felix comes home half an hour later and spots you, lying face down on the couch.
“Hey babe” he said to you “Hard day at work?”
“Hmf” you responded, not looking up at your boyfriend. Felix sat next to you and took your shoes off for you, and sat down, lifting you into his lap.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, looking concerned.
“Not really… if that’s okay. People are just assholes sometimes.” You respond, sitting up to hug him. You had always been so appreciative of your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but tear up at his kindness. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Felix said. He kisses your forehead. “You wanna order something for dinner?”
“Yeah sure” you tell him, leaning into his soft kiss.
He orders you both some food and when it comes, you sits on the couch together and watch a movie. Felix insisted on a scary movie, knowing you would kiss him and hug him tight when he got scared.
“I’m scared” is all he’d have to say for you to drop everything and comfort him. You kiss his forehead, cheek and lips as you rub his back and whisper comforting words in his ear.
Some time later you notice Felix snoring and you carry him to bed, lying down next to him. He hugs you in his sleep and you kiss his forehead, slowly drifting to sleep
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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 - lee felix
pairing: lee felix x reader (bewitched series pt. 3)
wc: 1.1k
genre: long distance, fluff, comfort, slice of life, non idol!au, vacation romance trope
warnings: language, pet names (honeybun, baby, babe, beautiful, sweetheart), just like soft love <3
a/n: i know absolutely nothing about flowers
there was absolutely no fucking way you had a boyfriend now.
not only that, he was drop dead gorgeous? you practically had to restrain yourself from screeching whenever he sent selfies of his sun-kissed skin, covered in freckles and his adorable lips turned upwards into a warm smile. you just wanted to tangle your hands in his wispy blonde hair and play with it for eternity.
what was even wilder to you was that this gorgeous specimen of a man noticed you. he actively gave his all to you in your relationship, regardless of the ocean between you.
you could remember meeting him like it was yesterday.
you were on vacation in australia for the summer. the beaches were lovely, but what you truly loved most was the gardens. there was one by your hotel, filled with flowers of all vibrances, colors, sizes, you name it.
while traipsing through the alluring garden one sunny saturday morning, you knelt down to admire a bed of multicolored flowers.
"are those primroses?"
you turned and made eye contact with the most handsome boy you'd ever laid your eyes on. his deep chocolate eyes were just as rich and velvety as his voice, which bore fathomless undertones. it was making you unreasonably flustered, too.
"yeah, they are...i think." you said, stumbling over your words. he simply chuckled, crouching down next to you. "they really are beautiful. did you know they actually have healing properties?"
looking back, you now realized how serenely ironic this was, as he ended up being the one who healed you, piece by piece.
"can i be honest? i know absolutely nothing about botany." he said sheepishly. "i just thought your beauty was breathtaking and wanted to shoot my shot.."
"would you like to walk with me? my name's felix." he said, outstretching a small hand for you to shake. you nodded. there was something about him that was so calming. he felt like the eye of the hurricane, the light at the end of the tunnel.
the rest of that summer you two spent falling in love.
however, on your final day, he didn't say goodbye. he just held you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"shhh...don't cry, beautiful." he'd murmured. "we'll make long distance work. i promise."
and this is where it came to now. you flopped into bed, pulling out your phone, eagerly awaiting an incoming call from your loving boyfriend.
when he finally did call, you picked up so quickly, lighting up at the sight of his smiling face.
"hi, sweetheart!" he beamed. "how was your day? tell me all about it."
as you began talking animatedly, you noted how felix's smile slowly got wider, and his cheeks rosier.
"-my friends keep telling me i'm practically skipping down the street these days! those idiots just don't get it, i swear." you rambled.
"well, if they're being rude about it, i'll beat them up. nobody talks to my honeybun like that."
"please never say that again." you said with mock exasperation, eliciting a small giggle from felix. he smushed his face into the pillow to hide the blossoming shades of pink on his freckly cheeks.
"why? can't i show you my love?" he asked, pouting. "god, i miss laying beside you. now we just have to sleep on call. it's not the same!"
"i know..." you laughed, sighing. "next time you're on break from university, let me know, okay? i'll try and book a flight to you."
instead of being met with an ecstatic "yes, please!" from felix, the sound of soft snores and breathing came from your phone speaker. you looked at him, and fought an adoring smile as you looked at his sleeping figure. his face was half-pressed into the pillow, his blonde hair messy. he looked so snug under his comforter, you couldn't help but just stare...
the numbers on your clock read exactly 3:30am, and although you were tired, nothing could prevent this feeling in your heart. it was like a rose, beautifully blossoming in hues of deep red and burgundy, overtaking every nook and cranny of your anatomy.
while your loverboy slept, no doubt dreaming of you, you stared at him. so close, yet so far. falling for him and his antics with every passing second.
...
you sat in front of your birthday cake, its candles lit and shining, taking a deep breath before blowing them out.
"what did you wish for?" your mother asked, a suspiciously sly smile on her lips.
"i just wished that lix could be here to celebrate with me...we've been talking a lot this week and i just really miss him." you said, a bit poignantly. your mother laughed sympathetically, patting your shoulder.
as you walked out towards the porch, somebody grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them. you made eye contact with the same pair of deep umber eyes that you saw so many months ago. there stood felix, a pink bouquet in his hand and the toothiest smile ever. you squealed with delight as you hugged him tightly, giving him a loving kiss.
"i forgot how gorgeous you are in person," felix giggled, kissing your cheek. "everyday i just think about how blessed i am that you love me. oh! look at this bouquet i got you." he handed it to you.
"there's like three different types of flowers in here, babe. i'm not a botanist." you laughed.
"well, i just searched up flower language on the internet. these are baby's breath, they symbolize everlasting love. and these are pink camellias! they're supposed to be for like- longing, you know? cause i missed you so much." you didn't think felix had stopped smiling that entire time. "and...i'm sure that you know these ones."
you squinted, trying to figure out what type of flower they were...then it clicked.
"oh my god, are these primroses?" you asked, feeling your cheeks heating up as felix nodded energetically.
to you, the bouquet of flowers was like a promise. a reminder that no matter how many miles or seas were between you two, your love was still just as strong. it really made you believe that felix was the one.
did this really start as long walks along the beach and late night facetime calls?
it was certainly just so pretty of a thought, wasn't it? one call in the early hours of the day was the wakeup you needed to realize that while he was sound asleep, you were head over heels.
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