Ceremony… of Felix’s Shirt
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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, Felix’s ABS, HIS SEXY ABS (sorry), no weird kinks in here don’t worry
Summary: There’s just something about this shirt that gets Y/N all riled up.
A/N: Guys, did I already mention this shirt??? I don’t think I did!
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He was so hot like this… god, that shirt. It clung to him in all the right places, and she couldn’t even think straight anymore. Felix knew it too—of course he did. He felt her shifting restlessly on his lap, unable to sit still, her fingers toying with the zipper of his shirt.
“Baby, sit still,” Felix murmured low enough so only she could hear.
Y/N looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted. “Please, Felix… can we go?” she whispered, her voice almost breaking with need.
His hand slid firmly onto her thigh, grounding her. He prayed the others couldn’t hear a thing. “Just wait until Chan makes the announcement, then I’ll take you home. Okay?”
She nodded quickly, trying to behave, but he could see the impatience burning in her eyes. Felix smiled—half proud, half tortured. He couldn’t deny how hard he was getting just from how needy she was for him. His baby. Always so sweet, always so good to him. And god, she deserved it… especially when he knew how much that stupid shirt was driving her crazy.
While Chan spoke, Y/N didn’t hear a single word. Her attention was only on Felix. Her hands wandered over the tight fabric stretched across his chest, fingertips tracing the outline of his abs, the dip of his muscles. She brushed against his necklace, felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat—faster now, just like hers. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, and it made her cheeks burn as she admired her breathtaking boyfriend.
When the announcement finally ended, she lifted her gaze back to him. “Lixie,” she said softly, almost a plea.
Felix’s lips curved into a smirk, eyes darkening. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go.”
She practically lit up, beaming, as she hopped off his lap. A quick, polite wave to the other members—and then she was tugging him toward the door, heart racing with anticipation.
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But oh, she couldn’t wait. The second Felix shut the dressing room door, she spun to face him, her back pressing against the vanity.
He only smiled, shaking his head softly, strands of pink hair falling over his eyes. “Be a bit more patient…” he teased.
Patience was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, yanking him closer until his hips pressed against hers. “You look so sexy in this shirt,” she whispered, breathless, tilting her head up at him. “I’m so horny, Felix. I need you—right now.”
His lips parted, a low curse caught in his throat. He bit down on his bottom lip as her hands went for his zipper, tugging it down just enough to slip her fingers inside, over the heat of his chest. The fabric gave way beneath her touch as she pushed the shirt aside, palms roaming greedily over the planes of his muscles. She slid higher, circling her thumbs over his nipples, and smiled when his breath hitched. She knew exactly how sensitive he was there.
“Fuck…” Felix groaned, his hand clamping down on her waist, grinding his hard length against the thin fabric of her dress. The friction made her gasp, her nails pressing deeper into his skin as if she could hold him there forever.
Her hand trailed lower, tugging the zipper further open. God, the ridges of his stomach, every flex of his abs beneath her fingertips—it made her dizzy with want. Her beautiful, unfairly sexy boyfriend, standing there trembling because of her touch.
Felix’s hands gripped her thighs suddenly, lifting her with ease and setting her on the vanity. The cold surface under her thighs made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes.
“I said we should go home…” he muttered darkly, standing between her spread legs, “…but you wanted it here, huh?”
Her chest rose and fell quickly, the half-open shirt framing his muscles like a goddamn tease. She could barely think, only nodding, drunk on the thought of him fucking her right against the mirror.
His pant zipper came undone in one swift motion. “Show me your tits, come on, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate for even a second, tugging the neckline of her dress down and letting her breasts spill free for him. The way his gaze dropped made her thighs clench around his waist.
Felix shoved his boxers down just far enough to free himself, stroking his cock slow, deliberate, right in front of her. She whimpered at the sight, voice breaking. “Don’t take the shirt off… leave it just like that, please.”
“Yeah, baby,” he rasped, a smirk tugging at his lips, “you get what you ask for.”
The second she spread her legs wider, he chuckled, shaking his head. Of course she wasn’t wearing panties. His little vixen—always doing this when she wanted him so badly she couldn’t wait until they got home.
He dragged his cock through her folds, groaning low when he felt just how soaked she was. “Baby… you’re dripping just from this shirt? Fuck, you’re so gone for me.” His eyes locked onto hers as he rubbed the tip teasingly at her entrance, not giving in just yet.
She leaned forward, desperate, her hands roaming his chest again, fingers clutching at the open fabric. Her lips brushed his ear, voice shaking with need. “Put it in… please fuck me. Fill me up so I can walk out with your cum on my thighs.”
Felix’s jaw flexed. He gave one last stroke over his cock, then pushed inside her with a groan, stretching her open. “Just how I like it,” he growled against her neck.
Her only answer was a broken moan, her back arching against his chest, completely undone already.
She couldn’t stop touching him—couldn’t let go. That half-open shirt, the necklace swinging against his skin, the way every muscle flexed under her palms as he thrust into her—it was all too much.
“Felix—god, you’re so fucking hot—” she gasped, fingers clutching the shirt as if she could tear it open. “Your chest—fuck—your abs, look at you—”
Felix gritted his teeth, grinding in deeper, his grip bruising her thighs where he held her spread on the vanity. Her babbling made his cock twitch inside her, made him pound harder, rougher, until the vanity rattled against the wall.
“Baby,” he groaned, breath ragged, “you’re not even listening to yourself.”
But she wasn’t. She couldn’t. Her hands slid greedily over his chest again and again, tracing his muscles, pinching at the open fabric. Her words tumbled out between moans, desperate and broken. “So fucking sexy—this shirt, oh my god—can’t stop touching you—fuck, I love your body—”
He let out a breathless laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth while still slamming into her. “Yeah? You love it that much, baby? Can’t keep your hands off me?”
Her nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red lines. She was nearly sobbing with need, clinging to him like she’d fall apart otherwise. “Yes—yes, you’re so perfect, Felix—so hot—please, don’t stop—”
“Not stopping,” he growled, driving into her so hard she cried out, head thudding back against the glass. “Not when you’re this fucking wet for me. Not when you’re shaking just from touching me.”
Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, dragging him impossibly closer, and still her hands wouldn’t let go of him. Clutching, roaming, worshipping every inch of him in that damn half-open shirt.
“Mine,” she babbled into his chest, kissing over his skin. “My sexy boy, my Felix—fuck, fuck—”
Felix’s smirk curved against her throat. He loved it—loved every messy, shameless word spilling from her lips. And he was going to fuck her until she was too wrecked to even speak.
Her words broke apart as he slammed into her harder, the vanity creaking beneath them. She opened her mouth, but all that came out were shattered moans, her voice too wrecked to form anything coherent.
“Y-You—ahh—” she tried. Her lips dragged across his skin, kissing, sucking, worshipping whatever part of him she could reach, but she couldn’t speak anymore. Just little cries and whimpers every time his cock hit deep.
Felix’s grip tightened on her thighs, holding her open, fucking her rough and fast. Sweat glistened along his chest, the chain around his neck swinging with every thrust, and she clung to him desperately, palms flat against his abs like she couldn’t survive without touching him.
“Baby…” he panted, voice wrecked, “you’re gone, huh? Can’t even talk—just drooling over my body while I fuck you.”
Her answer was a choked sob of pleasure, head falling forward against his collarbone. She couldn’t let go. Her hands traced every ridge of muscle, every line, trembling as her orgasm built like fire in her stomach.
Felix groaned low, feeling her tighten around him. “That’s it—fuck—squeeze me just like that, baby. Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock.”
Her cry was muffled against his chest. She was shaking, nails leaving faint scratches across his skin as wave after wave of release tore through her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, just clung to him like she was drunk on him, gasping against his skin.
Felix kept thrusting through her orgasm, a feral smile curving his lips as he watched her unravel. “So beautiful like this… all mine.” He buried himself deep one last time, groaning as he spilled inside her, holding her there, pressed tight against his chest.
All she could do was whimper, dazed and trembling, her hands still glued to his abs like she couldn’t let him go even now.
She breathed him in, chest rising and falling with his, her ear pressed against his heartbeat.
“Lixie,” she whispered softly.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured back, kissing the top of her hair.
“Can you… wear more shirts like this?”
He chuckled, still catching his breath. “Of course.”
She let out a strange little noise, half-grin, half-whimper, and buried her face against his chest. “I can’t walk, Lixie…”
“I know, baby,” he said gently, holding her tighter, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
