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Female 9th Member of Stray Kids Fic

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Gold star student ᯓ★

Pairing: Professor!Felix x College student!Reader

Tags: Groping, Semi public sex, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Spanking, Cum eating, Mild possessiveness (both parties) Just filth lol

A/N: Usually hate this trope because people use it in a weird pred way but in this house everyone is well into adulthood! I couldn't pass up an opportunity to write about this look on felix 😩

The moment he saw you walk into his classroom he knew he was in immense trouble. He couldn't keep his eyes away from you when teaching. He'd be rambling about some topic of the day then make eye contact with you, softly smiling at him like you already knew of the effect you have on him. He completely loses his train of thought, Sputtering over his words to recover so he doesn't make an idiot of himself in front of his class.

Once He finds out your name he has to fight back the urge to look you up, see if you have any profiles, he doesn't end up doing it though, He thinks it would be unprofessional and an invasion of privacy as he is your professor.

He decides to live the ball in your court. He believes he's made it quite clear he's interested in you. It's not until you start hanging back more often when class is dismissed to talk to him or ask for advice on your papers you're writing, he pays no mind to it at first but he couldn't miss your obvious attempts to initiate something with him.

The way you lean over his desk to talk to him while he's grading assignments, Your button up shirt conveniently unbuttoned enough for him to see your cleavage, traced with your lace bra. Or the way your skirts would get shorter and shorter as the days went on.

"Pleaseeee let me retake the test, professor Lee! I've been so busy I didn't have time to study– I promise I can do better!"

You plead, having gotten your first ever failing grade in his class and you were desperate to fix it. Felix doesn't normally do retakes but for you of course he can work something out, But he makes you sweat a little bit more.

"Hm..Y/N, You know I don't do retakes. I give everyone more than enough time and materials to pass my exams." He sits in his chair coldly, looking up at you with those piercing eyes. Your bottom lip quivers as you drop down to your knees in front of him, clasping your hands together tightly in front of your chest.

"I know you do but please— just let me do it this once. I promise I won't slack off again."

He was going to give you a retake regardless but seeing you on your knees in front of him destroyed every ounce of well being he had left. His adam's apple bobs as he looks down at you.

"Alright, Alright, I'll let you redo the test."

Your eyes gleam with extreme gratitude. You smile brightly, drawing closer in between his legs. "Thank you! I won't let you down, I promise." You were always eager to make him proud. You are his star student after all, You strived to remain his top student so you could relish in the praise he'd give you. It excited you so much knowing he noticed your hard work and gave you accommodating words that you would later touch youself to back at home.

Felix thought this whole ordeal was over but when you didn't make any attempts to get up off the floor, he looked back at you confused, curiously tilting his head.

"I really appreciate it, professor...Is there any way I can..repay you?" your hands plant themselves on his knees as you look up at him through your eyelashes, angling your chest forward to let your clevage hang. Felix gulps down more saliva, he's tried so hard to not mix pleasure with work but you've made it impossible. He feels his cock stiffen in his pants, he brings his hand down your cheek, caressing the hot flushed skin there, you practically melt into his touch, pressing and purring into it.

He brings his hand down your face to your mouth, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. You obediently part your lips. "Do you think you could use this pretty mouth on me?" the bud of his thumb slips in your mouth, you eagerly clamp down around it, sucking softly.

So you do exactly what he askd. Suck him off right behind his desk. Felix thinks he's ascended to heaven, you mouth is warm and your throat avidly accepts his dick, Your slurping and gagging sounds spur him on completely, He bundles your hair into a ponytail and helps you keep a steady pace.

"Fuck— just like that angel, go a little faster, use that tounge like I know you can"

From that day forward the both of you have ruined each other. You start to hang behind every day just to be with him. Neither of you have made the move of seeing one another outside of campus yet because it adds to the excitement.

"Are you going to give anyone else a chance?" Felix teasingly questions, looking down at the class grades and seeing your name at the top yet again. You grin as you place yourself onto of his desk, crossing your legs

"No, I like when you only see my name. Plus, I never wanna stop hearing you praise me for my amazing work ethic." You playfully flip your hair, Felix chuckles as he places the papers down, approaching your crossed legs, his face inches from yours

"I can do more than praise." he darkly reply's, his hands moving to slowly uncross your legs, since you're wearing yet another short skirt he sees your underwear that has a damp circle in the middle, he smirks to himself before flicking his eyes back up to you.

"Since my star student did so well, I'm gonna eat her out right here on my desk. That sound good?"

He spends hours between your thighs, holding your legs open, his glasses fogging up as you lean back on your hands, moaning and shaking from pleasure. The taste of you on his tongue is never enough. He makes you cum on his tongue multiple times before he's satisfied. He doesn't care if you ruin his paperwork or his desk, all he wants is your sweet essence burned onto his tastebuds.

He gets a little jealous when he notices that you've befriended a guy in his class. He sees the way he looks at you and how your head tilts back when he makes you laugh. It stirs something dark within Felix that he never knew he could feel. After class he will confront you, his voice cold and he's not being touchy like he usually is.

"Baby I swear to you he's just a friend. You know I only want you." You cup his face gently, he leans into your touch, wanting to believe you but he just can't. He can see it in that boys eyes that he doesn't have good intentions with you.

"I don't like the way he looks at you. He's up to no good." Felix sternly remarks, his hands travel down to your hips, drawing you closer into him. He doesn't know if he actually sees evil in this student or if he's just disgustingly jealous that he's taken your attention off him.

"I won't talk to him anymore." You say softly, leaning in to brush your nose against his, your lips ghosting one another. Felix hums. "Good." before taking your lips with his, the sweet yet bitterness of your chapstick mixing with your fragrant perfume.

Just to make sure he gets his point across, he'll fuck you ontop of the table where this mystery friend sits, making you scream who you belong to and that you don't forget it. Your legs spread apart as he deeply thrust into you, squeezing your breast and marking your neck for everyone to see the next day.

"I'm the only one who can make you feel this good, right?" he raspes into your skin, the repetitive sound of his pelvis meeting your thighs, filling the empty classroom. "Y-Yes! only you" you brokenly whimper, clawing at his back as you arch into him for more, secretly liking this rough jealous side of him.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy, would you like that, angel?" He grunts into your ear, you practically yelp at the idea of him cumming inside you, a frantic desperate yes leaves you. "Mmhm! please give it to me, wan' it so bad"

"Hey lovely, I miss your face" he'd text. It's currently break and he hasn't seen you in weeks and it's driving him mad. The taste of you no longer occupies his tounge. "I miss you too :)" you text back, you responded quicker than he expected. "Can you send me something?" he feels like a gross pervert for asking but nothing else can get him off but you. A video of you fingering yourself gets sent, you moan his name as you wet cunt sloshes around your fingers. He feels like he could cum in his pants watching. He beats his dick raw to your video until he can't cum anymore.

You come tumbling into his classroom with your notebooks and papers, your shoes clacking against the floor as you sprint over to his desk. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my keys and traffic was awful" you pant as you set your stuff down, Felix looks at you with a stoic expression, his wire rimmed glasses sitting perfectly on his nose and you know you're in trouble. "You know how I feel about being late, angel." Before you can respond to defend yourself he pats his lap, You know what that means..you make your way over to him and lay yourself across his lap, his hand snakes up and down the back of your thigh, occasionally slithering up your skirt.

"Be a good girl and count for me, yeah?" his fingers teasing pull at your thong, letting it snap back against your skin, you jolt with a whine "Yes professor" Although you're about to be punished you're not sad about it, sometimes you even make him mad on purpose just to get such treatment. His hand unexpectedly comes down against flesh of your ass, the slap echoing throughout the room, You yelp at hot sting but quickly recover when he rubs the spot he just hit. "One.." your voice is small and wobbly, He doesn't stop until your ass is red and your panties are sticky with arousal.

"Did you learn your lesson, doll?" He asks tauntingly, your body quivers with excitement and you mewl out a response. "Y-Yes professor, I promise it won't happen again." he hums in contempt as he continues to soothe the stinging sensation against your ass before moving to pull your thong to the side. "Such a naughty girl. Enjoying your punishment this much, you're practically dripping"

He eases two fingers inside, your wet gummy walls wrapping tightly around them eagerly, you moan and plead for more but Felix takes his time with you. Curling his fingers right at that spot that makes your whole body tremble, "More— p-please..I'll be nughhh– I'll be good." you mindlessly babble, his continues to scissor you open while admiring the view of you wetness making a spot on his pants. "Yeah?~ you'll be good and take everything I give you? he dry chuckles, slowly drawing his fingers out just to here your desperate whimpers in protest.

"Yes! I'll take it, I always do." You purr, Felix hums in agreement as he reinserts his fingers, an additional one added just as requested, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out in bliss. He works you open until you cream and squirt on his fingers, his name leaving your lips as you shake in his lap. "Mmm, just as sweet as I remember" he remarks as he licks your essence off his fingers, You sit your wobbly body up to face him, still retreated in his lap.

"You want a taste?" He questions, bringing his fingers to your lips, of course you accept, never missing the opportunity to have his fingers in your mouth. You taste yourself immediately as your tongue comes in contact with his fingers, swirling it in between each finger and Felix watched you with dark lustful eyes. Once yours done he'll crash his lips onto yours, swapping your release on each others tongues, he moves to quickly disregard your shirt as he grunts against your lips. It's safe to say no studying or tutoring happened that day.

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Part 6.5: Felix

Your husband leaves you alone for another trip and Felix notices. He's back again in your life...and your bedroom. Will you be able to resist him?

JtT Masterlist Felix Part 1

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When your husband tells you he’s going away again, you don’t know how to feel. Relieved. Excited. Terrified. Super horny. Felix hasn’t given you much space; still coming over to swim and help out with Henry; your husband’s presence not deterring him in the slightest. In fact, you swear he is actually going out of his way to emphasize his youth whenever he can. He’ll stand next to your husband, subtly flexing, his smooth, tan skin on display. Your husband is so smitten with him, touting his helpfulness, politeness, good upbringing. Really, you just think he rushes to help so much because he wants to prove that he’s better. Which just gives you incredibly mixed feelings. 

When the day comes for him to go, you kiss Henry on the cheek and hand him over. He’s taking him to one of the other kids’ homes for a sleepover. You’d managed to make exactly one friend in your mom group and you actually trusted her and her husband with Henry and loved their son. You kiss your husband, too, soft and quick. He barely notices. You lean against the doorframe and wave to your baby as his dad carries him to the car. Into the carseat he goes, then they’re pulling out. One more wave then you’re alone. It’s always strange to be alone here; in this huge house. Sometimes you love it. Sometimes it makes you feel paranoid and you have to tuck yourself away in a room so you can’t feel the vastness of the entire house pressing down on you. Today, you feel in between. It’s not suffocating but you’re restless enough to need a distraction. So, you decide to organize your closet. You can surely find some things to donate as well, to the shelter you used to go to when you needed it. You donate as often as you can with both goods and money. 

You pour yourself a huge glass of wine and play some inappropriate music. Loud. It loosens you up, making you feel lighter. Younger. You’re deep in your closet, deep into your second large glass of wine, singing and shaking your ass and throwing clothes haphazardly behind you, not caring about how you’d have to pick them up and fold them and package them to donate; just living in the moment. But when you turn to start on just that a few moments later, you freeze. Everything is already folded. You are very confused, your brain scrambling to come up with a solution for what the fuck could be happening, when you peek out a little more and to the side. You yelp when you see him, startled. Felix just sits there, cross-legged and grinning. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says. Your face burns. 

“How long have you been there??” You ask, sitting back on your heels and smoothing your slacks down your thighs to hide your embarrassment. 

“Long enough,” he smirks. You sigh, frowning. “Aw don’t be like that! I’m enjoying the show,” he says. 

“This is humiliating!” You cry.

“I thought it was pretty hot,” he replies. You finally look him full in the face and your cheeks burn more from the look he’s giving you. “You should dance more often.” 

“Well I didn’t know you were there,” you mumble. 

“And if you did?” He asks, raising one brow a little, “How would you dance for me then?” 

Your stomach drops and you come to the realization that you are alone for the first time since last time. Henry isn’t even home this time. Truly alone. You gulp. He tracks the movement with dark eyes. 

“Felix,” you say lowly, warningly. But he cuts you off with a groan, closing his eyes and dropping his head back. 

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name.” 

You stare at him, completely caught off-guard. Your eyes drop to take him in without your permission. His sharp jawline. The thick column of his throat. Even his Adam’s apple is hot. Sharp clavicles. Strong chest. 

“Why are you shirtless?” You ask breathlessly, mindblown that it took you this long to notice. 

He lifts his head and smirks at you, rubbing his tongue over his fang. You feel a sharp pang between your legs. 

“Saw you were making a donation pile. Wanted to give to the needy,” he said, his mouth caressing those words in a way that made them sound filthy. “In fact…” he said, regarding you for a moment. Then, he stood and his hands dropped to his fly. “I don’t think I need these pants, either.” 

“Felix!” You gasp as he shucks them off in record time. 

“Yeah, baby?” He smirks at you, making a show of bending over to pick them up then fold them, flexing with every motion. Your brain wipes itself clean, all of your thoughts completely gone. He drops the jeans then slowly walks toward you. You’re eye-level with his dick and it’s already half-hard in his boxer-briefs. You’re frozen in place as he approaches. He looks sexy and intimidating, standing over you like this. You look up at him helplessly. “Looks like you have more than enough, too, don’t you?” He asked lowly. When all you can do is stare, he chuckles. 

You find his hands beneath your arms then he’s lifting you and you're standing in front of him, mere inches away. You can feel the heat radiating off of him; smell his cologne. It evokes a very physical memory. You go to take a step back, overwhelmed. 

“We can’t-” you start. 

“Now, now,” he tuts, stepping with you. “I’m only trying to help. Surely you don’t need these,” he said, his fingers already in your waistband. He flicks them open with astonishing ease and they slither down your legs traitorously. Before they even hit the ground, those fingers are deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse. “Or this,” he whispers, pushing it off your shoulders. You don’t try to catch it as it flutters uselessly to the floor as well. 

“Jesus, do you just wear lingerie every day?” He asks, his eyes burning as he looks you over slowly. You open your mouth, but he puts a finger right to your lips. It feels like static, like an actual spark hits you when he touches you. “You know what? I lied. I’m not going to help you anymore. I’m going to fuck you,” he says and you stare up at him. He pulls you from the closet then leans in to lick gently at your lower lip. 

 Then, he steps back, casual as you please, and gestures with a finger, “Get on the bed for me, so I can get a good look at you.” 

You hesitate but your body starts moving before your mind fully agrees. He watches you as you walk away. You hesitate again when you get to the bed. 

“Get comfortable, gorgeous,” Felix purrs.  

You swallow and climb up on the bed. You once again feel half sexy as hell and naughty in a good way and half embarrassed by your mom bod and anxious. But it doesn’t stop you from arching your back a little and sucking it in to give him the best visuals. 

“Lay down,” he commands next, walking to the end of the bed and looking down at you. You do. “Spread those legs for me.” Your heart is pounding but you do that too, slowly. You bite your lip as the air hits the wet lace. Felix moans and the sound is so filthy, so sexy, so primal that it has you clenching around nothing. It’s nearly painful to be empty right now. “You’re so wet already. Is that for me?” 

“Yes,” you reply, your desperation for him quickly overshadowing everything else. 

“Run your fingers over that lace for me,” he says, eyes glued to the place between your legs as he palms his thick, aching cock then he’s shoving his boxer briefs down and kicking them to the side. 

You can barely function because you’re too busy ogling him, but you manage to lightly drag your fingertips up, making a soft sound at the contact. Felix’s eyes flash and he crawls up the bed toward you. He keeps eye contact as he lifts your hand to his mouth. He inhales first, closing his eyes then sighing then he’s sucking on your fingertips one by one. He opens his eyes again and watches your face as he laces his fingers through yours, then he’s leaning forward and your intertwined hands are above your head, pressed into the mattress by his weight as he hovers over you. 

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, his lips a mere inch from yours. You nod. 

He leans in and kisses you. It’s hard and deep; he doesn’t tease you at all. He kisses you like he’s been starving for it for so long that he’ll die if he goes one more second without it. You moan into his mouth and he growls in his chest. His free hand finds yours and laces your fingers there too. It joins the other hand above your head. You arch up against him. He pulls back after a moment, his pupils blown with lust. He looks your face over one more time and hums then he’s moving, lifting up. He gets himself on his knees and straddling your chest, lifting your interlaced hands to sit high on his hard thighs. His cock bobs in front of your face and you stare, your hands squeezing his as you hold yourself back by a thread. 

“Don’t be shy,” he purrs, canting his hips forward so you can reach him.

You lift your head and wrap your lips around his dick gladly, licking at the tip. His head falls back again, just as obscene as the first time, but this time it’s accompanied by the taste and weight of him on your tongue. You flick your tongue over the little slit, teasing him. He moans and pushes further into your mouth, dropping his head forward now to look down at you; watching as his cock disappears into your lips, wrapped tightly around his shaft. 

“Fucking good girl,” he moans, squeezing your hands. You moan too, rubbing your tongue against his hot skin. You are liking this too much. 

He fucks into your mouth with long deep strokes, his face contorting in pleasure as you suck him. You squeeze his hands back when the blunt head of his cock nudges against the back of your throat. You gag, just a little, and it twitches in your mouth. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his mouth open and brows furrowed. It’s a VERY sexy sight when you look up at him, his insane abs tensing and his dark hair falling into his face a bit. You suck a little harder and he pulls out, letting go of your hands. You pout a bit but he just chuckles. “Don’t worry,” he says with a wink, “I’m not nearly done with you.” 

You don’t even have time to say anything before he’s flipping you and yanking your hips up, manhandling you yet again. Your breath escapes in a little huff as you try to keep up, bracing your hands on the mattress. He runs a hand down your back and you arch it for him, sticking your ass up a bit. You’re desperate for him, you can’t even hide it; he wore you down before you could even really start. He ran his hand down your ass and thigh next, then gave you a harsh spank, making you cry out. 

“You’re so perfect, gorgeous,” he groans, grabbing a handful of your ass, “Everything I want, all spread out in front of me. You want my tongue, hmm? My fingers? Want me to lick you all over?” 

“Yes!” You gasp, arching harder until you can’t anymore. 

“Yes, who?” He asks, leaning over you a bit like it will help him hear you better. 

“Yes, Felix,” you hiss, the tiniest bit angry at the effect he has on you. He chuckles and spanks you again. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises and then he is peeling your panties off, slowly down your legs. When you try to move to let him get them down your legs, he places a hand on your leg to stop you. Instead, they suffer the same fate as your dress had - he wraps his hands around the lace, gripping it tight, then gives one good yank. It gives out immediately, far too delicate for his strength, with a ripping sound that takes your breath away. 

He looks at them then looks at you, something dark and contemplative in his eyes. Then he leans forward and presses the wet, ruined lace into your mouth slowly with two fingers. You part your lips, letting him. It’s worth it to see the look on his face. The way his cock bobs, twitching, like his body is trying to get inside of you RIGHT now. You push your hips back again. He smirks, then he’s lowering himself from your limited sight and all you can see is his shapely shoulder past the curve of your hip and thigh, his hand wrapping around to hold you. Then his tongue is on you. You choke out a moan through your panties, gripping the covers. It’s been years since anyone has done this to you, and you have never had it so good in your life. 

He takes his time with it, savoring you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. No one has ever taken such care, such pleasure in this before. It’s only making it hotter. When he presses two fingers inside of you, you cry out. 

“Close already, gorgeous?” He asks in that deep voice, going back up on his knees behind you. He presses his free hand to your tailbone then starts to fuck you with his fingers.

“Y-yes, oh God!” You moan, bracing yourself. 

“Say my name,” he grunts, giving your ass a squeeze. For some reason, you can’t. You don’t want him to stop and you clearly gave your consent but your face burns. He’d already made you say it once. You couldn’t do it again. When you hesitate, he bends over, draping his chest over your back, his fingers still working you, and he says it in your ear, his voice impossibly deep. “Felix,” he reminds you. And you come. Hard. You moan, squeezing your eyes shut against the pleasure, but you still don’t say it. 

He works you through it with care, kissing your shoulder as you pulse around his fingers. Once you sigh, coming down, he makes you yelp by biting your shoulder. 

“Feeling stubborn, gorgeous? Don’t worry. I can handle that,” he smirks then runs his tongue over the spot he just bit. You whimper softly in your throat. 

He sits up and flips you again. Your breath catches - you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to that; him throwing you around like this. But you like it a lot. Now you’re face to face with him in all his glory, unable to look away or pretend this isn’t happening. That it isn’t what you want more than anything. He obviously reads it on your face, because he looks more smug than ever as he bends over you. His dick is wet from your mouth and it bobs between you with his movements. Your eyes go from his face to his cock, back and forth, unable to decide where to land. Between the two is his insane body - his abs and chest and arms. So strong. So hot. 

“Felix,” you sigh, caving. Part of you wants to hold it in, make him work for it. See what he would do to you to pull it out of you. But that part is overruled by how much you need him. How weak you are for him. 

You watch as his brow furrows, his thick lips parting with a soft groan. “That’s it,” he murmurs, pleased. His hips dip and he rubs himself against you. You make a noise and he nods, “Just like that, gorgeous. You ready for me?” 

“Yes!” You insist, lifting your hips. 

He chuckles then nudges against you before pressing his hips forward, sinking into you inch by inch. He watches your face contort in pleasure and bites his lip on a groan. Fuck, he feels incredible. There’s no way you will be able to deny yourself the pure bliss of having Felix inside of you in the future. Not now that you know pleasure like you’ve never known before. His skin hits yours as he bottoms out and he stays there for a moment, both of you breathing a little harder, your lips mere inches apart. 

He rolls his hips down into you and you moan, your hands coming up to curl around his biceps as he holds himself above you. His muscles shift beneath your touch, his strength apparent, and it only fuels your lust for him. He leans in as he starts to move in earnest, thrusting into you with skill, deep and firm. You kiss him back, near desperate in the way that your lips move against his. You can’t get enough - he’s taking up all of your senses and you wish you had more just so they could be overwhelmed by him too. When he hits you just right, you choke on a gasp. 

“You like that? Right there?” He asks, nudging the tip of his dick against that same spot. A big moan comes out of you and you nod. “Then take it, gorgeous,” he breathes. 

You wail as he hunches above you, snapping his hips hard to drill his cock into that sensitive spot. Your nails dig into his arms and he hisses, twitching inside of you. He drops one hand and starts to rub your clit, making you see stars. You gasp for air, your orgasm barreling toward you quickly, and he knows it. He keeps fucking into you at the perfect angle, his fingers quick and precise on your clit, and when he moans your name in that low timbre, you lose it. 

“Felix! Felix, fuck!” You cry out as you come again, pulsing around him in tight squeezes. The pleasure rips through you hard and fast and you cling to him to anchor you. 

“Fuck, gorgeous, squeezing me so fucking hard. Gonna make me come too,” he groans, his face screwing up in pleasure. 

“Y-yes!” You choke out. 

“You want it? Want it so deep inside of you? So you can feel me for days. Fuck, gonna fill you up so full of me, baby, you ready?” You nod helplessly, staring up at him. “Here it comes- unnghhhh,” he moans, his eyes closing in bliss as he finally comes, snapping his hips into you to get as deep as possible. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, he stays there, twitching as his cock pumps out every last drop. 

                You hold onto him, your legs shaking, as he comes down with a big sigh that ruffles your hair. He collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around him, a pang going through you. You’re addicted to him, you know it. You can’t deny it any longer. So you let him stay there, on top of you. Inside of you until he softens enough to slip out. Still, he stays close. 

               What really gets you is how he takes you to the shower after and treats you like something precious. You shouldn’t, but you let him. It feels too good to even try to stop it. When you’re both dressed again, he sticks around and helps you pack up all your clothes. Helps you donate them, chatting easily the entire way. 

             He’s back the next morning, under your car in the garage because of course he can fix it. When it’s done, you go to pick up Henry. He’s happy to see you, and you him as well. His sweet little face lighting up when you arrive. You hold him close, breathing him in. And you can’t help but picture a sibling for Henry. One with a sweet face like Felix… 

              You don’t expect him to be there when you come back. You certainly don’t expect him to be perched on a tiny motorcycle that he apparently just had to get for Henry - one that doesn’t go fast but does look pretty cool. And you didn’t expect Henry to bolt over to him. As excited as he is about the bike, he seems more excited to see Felix. Felix, who beams like the sun when Henry runs at him. He scoops him up and hugs him then they talk about Henry’s night like the best of friends. You lean against your car, watching your neighbors’ kid steal your entire heart. 

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Love Release | Felix [NSFW]

Felix Lee/Lee Yongbok - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.9k

Pairing: Noble! Felix x Handmaiden! AFAB! Reader

Genre: Historical AU!, Joseon Era, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Pet Names (My love/love), Grinding/Humping (I don't know the right term...), First Times (Both), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…)

Summary: You had been training ever since you were a little girl to grow up and serve the crown prince and later the king. Because of that, you grew up with the prince as well. Though, the one that always had caught your eye, was the prince's best friend.

Author's Note: This one is very soft and fluffy compared to the other ones in this series. I got most of my "information"/inspiration from the drama The Red Sleeve with Lee Junho, so if it's not exactly right it's because I based this more off of a K-Drama than research.

At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use. Just an FYI, there are a lot more in this one than some of my others, so I would recommend looking over the list first, or this post.

Revised (8/10/26) - Fixed all the bad grammar and spelling

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-> Lee Know's <-

-> Changbin's <-

-> Hyunjin's <-

-> Han's (Coming Soon) <-

-> Seungmin's (Coming Soon) <-

-> I.N.'s (Coming Soon) <-

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Your family isn’t poor by any means, but they aren’t nobility either. Your father and mother own a very successful tea shop frequented by the young adult children of the nobles and therefore afford your family a rather comfortable life. However, you know little of it. You are the youngest of five girls, and your eldest sister is an esteemed member of the royal court ladies. Your parents received payments from the palace in compensation for your sister going to serve there, the funds allowing them to open the shop that has made them so well off. Despite her entering to work as a seamstress, she rose in the ranks past her initial status due to an unofficial friendship with the princess.

One year, the year you turned five, the palace was struggling to find new girls to train for the royal court due to a sickness that had swept through Hanyang and the surrounding areas. The sickness was much harder for young girls to fight off than boys, and unfortunately many girls died. You were spared from the illness, though your sister, but two years older than you, sadly passed. Due to the struggling search, your sister returned home as a still training nain, serving under a sanggung that served the queen. Out of the three of the younger sisters, only you were of the proper age to be entered into the palace to train. So, you were quickly sent off to live in the palace, to train for years in order to serve the crown prince who was around the same age as you. Of course, your parents received more payment in return. This tended to be done since they would never receive a dowry for their daughters, palace maidens are forbidden to marry.

You and the girls in your friend group stood out from the rest, the red fabric at the ends of your sleeves clearly designating you all as future gungnyeo to the crown prince, and eventually the king. Before you were separated into your future departments however, all the girls were treated equal, whether they were there to be royal servants, embroiders or seamstresses, cleaners or cooks, healers or musicians. When you were assigned the department for the inner royal court, you became a trainee jimil nain and suddenly you were of a higher status. Still at a measly 10th grade ranking, you were higher than your friends who were assigned to begin their true duties in sewing and cleaning. You started off as an assistant to a sangjeong, a nasty woman who doled out punishments left and right and you tried your hardest to stay on her good side, only getting a few whacks on the hand. While you were eventually given more or less a promotion, it was a very boring job in a way because you had a very specific duty. As part of your job, you would more or less escort the girls who worked in the naesojubang, leading them and the food they prepared to the crown prince’s quarters. The scent of the much fancier and rich food often made your mouth water, but you could never partake. However, there was a saving grace…maybe two. The prince is gorgeous. Even as a young teenager, everyone could see how handsome he would grow to be. Though, you could only see him through sneaking glances, you dare not look at his face when anyone could see. You aren’t supposed to. The one you could however look at was the second saving grace. Prince Chan had a just as attractive best friend, a younger boy by the name of Yongbok. Yongbok was the son of one of the ministers and was essentially assigned to be one of Chan’s friends as a little boy, but their friendship stuck through. He you could look at, and look you did. There was constant talks and arguments over whether Prince Chan or Lord Yongbok was more attractive. The girls who spoke and admired the beauty and sweetness of Lord Yongbok counted you amongst them. Many girls though preferred the casual strength and confident demeanor of the prince, and this led to many a debate over meals and duties. Nearly every day when you brought the girls to serve Prince Chan his midday meal, you would cast glances at Yongbok who sat to the left of the prince. You would sit by the door, waiting for the prince and his friend to finish eating so you could have the girls come and get rid of the dishes and you would escort them out before they went on their own way. That was…about all you ever did for the better part of two years.

When you were given more duties, you were assigned to be a messenger. Your previous station was one of the least physically strenuous jobs, and then you were given one of the most. The first month or so of your duties, your legs constantly burned, and your feet hurt. Not only did you have to scurry about the palace, from the prince’s quarters, to the throne hall, and then back, and then to the queen’s quarters and then back, it was exhausting. Every time you left the crown prince’s palace with a message from said prince, you hated having to go all the way to his grandmother’s quarters with a small message. It was easiest if you had to go deliver a message to the throne hall since it was the closest. You dreaded however having to go to his mother’s, the hall that housed his parents is not only beautiful, but extremely revered. You feared even bumping into something and knocking it over. Plus, his mother was…intimidating. Somehow even more so than the king. While she wasn’t mean or cruel, she seemed very tense. There was however a nasty woman who despised the queen. That particular concubine and the queen would glare at each other near constantly, and if for some reason they were ever in the same room, you worried entering lest you be struck by the lightning between their gazes. Sometimes though, you were grateful for your job, because there were times you had to deliver messages from Prince Chan to his best friend. Lord Yongbok often lingered around the palace when the prince was studying since, even though he was also educated well, he didn’t need it to the same level. You even would sometimes pray for the prince to wish to summon his friend, because then you could directly interact with the nobleman. Every week he grew more gorgeous, and his suddenly deep voice drew many of Prince Chan’s admirers over into his camp.

One time, Yongbok was meandering through the palace grounds, standing on a bridge, looking down into the water at the brightly colored fish swimming below. It was almost like the scene that would be copied down to parchment as a work of art. His gorgeous features combined with the serene scene was worthy of that of royalty despite his lower status. You clutched the letter to you so tight, seeing him bringing you such joy that you worried the paper within the fabric envelope would crinkle. No matter, it wasn’t important, just details for a future excursion the prince had planned.

“Lord Yongbok…” You bow at the waist when you finally gain the nerve to approach. You stand back up straight, breath nearly stolen by his warm smile.

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). What has our lord prince sent this time, hm~?” His voice nearly rumbles through you like thunder, and you have to fight back a shiver. You bow and hand him the envelope with both hands and he takes it from you, opening the blue fabric to read over the parchment. He hums and folds the paper up and stows it inside his blue danryeong. While he looked good in everything, you found the uniform outfit many of his status wore to ill-suit him, and much preferred his casual clothing he more often wore.

“Tell me, when is your next day off?”

“In a fortnight, milord.”

“Hm… I assume you plan to see your family?”

“No, actually. I do not have a plan for that day, my family plans to be on holiday in Ming.”

“I see… Would you be opposed if I accompanied you out?”

You feel your face heat to a bright red, heart racing out of control. You look at him with wide eyes, stammering to answer, still trying to process that he asked you such a thing.

“Y-you would…want to?”

“I would~” He smiles, making your heart race even more-so.

“T-then, yes, I would like that~”

~θωθ~

Your day off came, and you were trembling with nervous excitement as you dressed in your only non-uniform hanbok. Standing at the gate leading out of the palace grounds, you clutch your pass that allows you to leave. You wonder if after your final ceremony if you’d ever get to leave, so you wanted to take the chance to get out as much as possible while still in training.

“Miss (Y/N).” You hear a very distinct voice call your name and you perk up, not able to fight back a smile when you see Yongbok just on the other side of the open gate. You step up to one of the guards standing on each side and he looks over your engraved pass to make sure it’s legit and then he hands it back and lets you out. You tuck it away in an interior pocket of your jeogori, for if you lost it, you would not be able to get back in.

“Do have something planned, milord?” You ask, not able to look directly at him. He’s too close and too beautiful.

“Yes, there’s somewhere I want to take you, if you’re willing.” He smiles, so purely, and your heart melts further. It’s refreshing to see him in normal clothing rather than his danryeong, his gat suits him much more than his samo, the dark brown beads of the strap for the hat make his eyes pop.

“O-Of course, milord.”

“We’re not in the palace anymore, (Y/N), just call me Yongbok~”

“A-are you sure?”

“Of course~” He huffs a small laugh then starts to walk toward the direction opposite the market and you jog to catch up to him. You had figured you two would walk the market and look at the goods and trinkets sold there, but he wasn’t going that way. He leads you to the edge of the walled district and you halt at the gate before you can follow him out.

“Is something wrong?”

“Is it alright…for me to leave the seong-jung?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? You have a pass to leave the palace grounds, that’s all you need.”

“A-alright.”

You only ever go to the seongjeosimni to see your family, and you typically are escorted straight there, but now, you actually have the chance to be…free. Free to do whatever you wish and wherever you go. You hold your breath as you step over the threshold, almost like you were going through a portal to another realm. Of course, there is no change to how you are, but it feels different somehow. You continue to walk with him, staying a step behind as is proper. Soon, you arrive at the bank of the stream, no one else around but you two, and you gain the courage to stand right next to him. You both overlook the water in silence for a short time, just admiring the scenery.

“How did you come to be a trainee of the gungnyeo?” He asks suddenly and his soft but deep voice startles you out of your thoughts.

“Well, my sister is a jimil nain and she recommended me when there was the low rate of girls coming in from the sweeping illness ten years ago.”

“I see…”

“Why did you wish to know?”

“Is your father of the jungin then?”

“Yes…” Why was he asking?

“I wondered if you were not…”

“You wondered if I was sold to the palace?”

“Yes.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Good.”

“May I ask why you wish to know?”

“I was curious of your family, that’s all.” He left it at that. When you looked back out to the water, you felt your face heat, wondering why he wished to know. After that, he brought you to a quaint little tea shop and you listened as he told you various tales of his shenanigans with the crown prince when they were younger. As the sun started to set, he escorted you back to the gates of the palace grounds and you show the guard your pass before heading in. You hesitate in the threshold of the gate and look back at Yongbok. He smiles warmly and you decide that it’s one of the best days of your so far mundane life.

~υ3υ~

When you turn 18, talks of that year’s coming of age ceremony were once again milling about. That year though, you actually cared to be interested, since you would be participating. But times were not so great, the King was in poor health, and many worried his days were numbered. If that was the case, the 21-year-old crown prince would become king and therefore the gungnyeo under him would also become of a higher status. In the year prior you had become one of the palace ladies who helped prepare and manage the prince’s duties or roles in many formal events. As a handmaiden to the prince, you were granted many opportunities to be close to Lord Yongbok, but you unfortunately were never in a position where you could interact with him at said events. Being more busy yourself, he was often embroiled in his studies and was taking all manner of exams, trying to establish his place among the nobility. You overhear Prince Chan and him half-heartedly joking of them being old and grey, with Yongbok serving as the right or left state minister. That would take a long time of service for Yongbok to reach the status to be worthy of that position.

When the fateful day came that the king passed, you were suddenly thrust into a whirlwind of events you had to prepare for and work during. Not only were there the funerary and memorial services for the king, there was also the coronation events for the now King as well as his wedding to the now Queen. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to be the crown princess as the two were only engaged to marry when the previous king died. Chan was given a new name when he was coronated, but he still preferred to be called by his birthname by Lord Yongbok when it was just them. With the ascension of Chan to the highest station of Joseon, you expected to be officially graduated as a jimil nain. But that didn’t come. When the trainee nain were informed of their new positions, you were curiously left out. It was jarring for not just you, but your friends as well. You thought you had done a very good job up until then, your higher duties of greater import than the others your age due to your excelling performance. Rumors began swirling of what it could mean, and many assumed that you had become more intimate with the now King in a personal manner. While it wasn’t horribly common, it wasn’t unheard of for a king to choose a court maiden to be favored, and to even take her as a concubine. But you knew that wasn’t the case. The more believable rumor was…that you would be released. You didn’t even think that possible unless a grave crime was committed, or if a girl fell ill…

~

You were pondering this one afternoon, sitting near a pond inside the palace grounds, tossing random stones into the water. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, feeling upset and angry. Was there some reason that the now King did not wish you to be in his service anymore? You thought he had a rather favorable opinion of you…

“You seem distraught.” A deep voice startles you out of your thoughts and you look up in surprise to see Lord Yongbok. It had been a great while since you two had a moment of even partial privacy, let alone just the two of you.

“I apologize…” You stand to bow, and he waves you off to calm down.

“There’s no one around, don’t worry about it… What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t wish to trouble you-“

“Trouble me, please.” He smiles softly and you blush, but hum in thought.

“I am the only one among the other girls of my department to not be informed of her new station…”

“Really?”

“Yes… Despite my service under the crown prince, it seems I will not continue into the service of the King…” you look up at him, wanting to ask a question, but are unsure if it was proper.

“You wish to ask me if I know why?” You smile bashfully, nodding in answer.

“Have you ever known a gungnyeo that ended up released of her service?”

Your heart fell at his question. Was it true? Was a rumor about you that not even you knew the truth of really…true? He could see your face fall and he tries to smile, reassuringly, taking a step closer.

“Please don’t worry. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Do you know why…am I truly being released?”

“You are. And…I do know why. I hope…you will not be upset with me.”

“With you? Why would I be?”

“It seems your release is because of me.” He hums, looking over the water and your eyes flit all over his face, trying to read it.

“Have I…upset you in some way?”

“Oh, no, not…” He sighs, “I wished this to be good news for you…”

“What? What’s happening?”

“I made a request of the King…Something I have never done in all our years of friendship. And he granted me this request.”

Your heart begins to race as he smiles warmly at you, a small blush dusting his cheeks as well.

“You…?”

“I requested that you be released… Because if you weren’t, I would not be able to court you to be my wife.”

“Y-your…wife?”

“Yes.”

“I-I…I thought if a gungnyeo was released…she still could not marry?”

“That’s just for droughts, and other calamities. This is an extremely special circumstance. One that might not be possible if you officially graduate to a true nain. As a trainee however, the rules are more lenient.”

“You did something so…so bold for…me?” You feel tears pricking your eyes, both truly honored and beyond ecstatic. Despite the lessening opportunities you had to be around Lord Yongbok, you had fallen for him. And it seemed, he you.

“I already met with your father, actually.”

“You…did?”

“Yes. Paid the dowry and everything…” He holds his hand out to you, and you shakily place your hand in his, a tear escaping your eye.

“I assumed you’d say yes…”

“Of course I’d say yes~”

~(◕‿◕✿)~

The next month is an absolute whirlwind for you, each upcoming moment causing more nervous excitement than the last. After Chan is crowned King, and the rest of the girls that were training have gone through their coming-of-age ceremonies, you’re formally released from service. Right after, you’re moved into a new house on the estate grounds of Yongbok’s family, staying there for a few days alone until the wedding. What makes you the most nervous of all is waiting in the middle of your new bedchamber in nothing but your white marital sokchima, pacing. Yongbok is getting cleaned up after you had and you can’t stand or sit still, face a seemingly permanent red. You startle when the door opens and your heart stops, then races into a tizzy when you see him. His hair’s down, even going a bit past his shoulders, long and so purely black it’s like flowing ink.

“O-Oh…” You sigh in amazement; you’ve married a heavenly being, you’re sure. He smiles and your floored even further, how is he so perfect?

“My wife~” He comes to you, cupping your jaw in both his hands, thumbs gently rubbing over your cheeks. Your own hands go to his wrists, holding his hands to your face, your eyes skating all over his beautiful features.

“Y-Yes?” He chuckles and you blush further, swallowing hard.

“Tell me if I need to slow down…” He says as he leans in, lips hovering over yours. When you don’t say anything, just gape at him, he gently kisses you. You have kissed before, but only briefly, and he steals your breath as he deepens the kiss. His deep rumbling groan shudders through you like thunder and you can’t help but moan into the kiss, trying your best to kiss him back well. When his tongue slips into your mouth, you whimper again, tongue sliding against his. It was an odd sensation but by no means unwelcome, and he somehow even tastes good. Pulling back, a small strand of saliva connects your lips still and he hums with a soft smirk.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He smiles as he asks.

“Probably not as long as me…” You admit, still holding his wrists to make sure his hands don’t leave your face. You whine softly in disappointment when he moves his hands, and he huffs a small laugh. You let go of his wrists and then you nearly squeak when he lifts you easily up into his arms, carrying you over to the raised yo bed. Gently, like you’re fragile, he lays you down and leans over you. His fingers fiddle with the tie of your sokchima, looking up at you in silent question. You nod, and he slowly pulls on the goreum to undo it. You sit up so he can help you get it fully off and you blush furiously as you lay back down under him, completely bare. You hear him swallow hard, a low hum coming from him and you boldly reach up for the tie of his marital jeogori. He helps you then get his garment off and your mouth literally waters when you see him. Your shy fingers gently reach to run over the defined ridges of his torso, and they quickly get brave. You sit up, in awe as you feel his bare skin, the muscles of his stomach twitching under your soft fingers. He huffs another laugh, letting you explore him for a few seconds. He watches you carefully for your reaction, your fingers creeping lower and lower till the reach the ties of his sokbaji. Your eyes widen a bit when you find he’s already getting hard and you immediately flush.

“Nervous?” Yongbok asks softly. You nod, not able to lie.

“It’s okay, my love.” He leans down and kisses your upper cheek, “just lay back and I’ll start.” You do so and you swallow hard, waiting to watch him take his pants off but he doesn’t. His hands meet your bare skin, and you can’t help but gasp a soft moan as his hands land on your waist, thumbs rubbing the soft skin of your stomach. As soon as your eyes meet, he’s leaning down to kiss you, rougher this time. His tongue sneaks into your mouth and you whine a bit as his hands sneak lower till they’re gripping your hips. Slowly, his hands go lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake till they end their journey at your thighs. Your fingers weave into his soft hair as he guides your legs up to wrap around his waist. You’re nervous at first to do anything more than loop them loosely around his middle, but when his hands sneak back up to palm your breasts, your legs tighten, hips twitching. He pulls back from the kiss with a low groan, grinding back against you, hardening fully.

“(Y/N)…careful, love.”

“Sorry…” You whisper, not very sorry actually. Even just the slight friction -even with the fabric of his pants between- of his cock against your cunt feels amazing.

“Sure you are~” He grins, nuzzling his nose against your ear, his voice lowering to a rough timbre, “You’re already so wet.” You blush at his words despite knowing how true they are.

“Why don’t we try something?”

“What?” He answers your question by rolling his hips, his cock pressing into your folds. You gasp softly at this, and he lets your legs down and before you can protest, he undoes the tie of his sokbaji and gets them off, leaving him just as naked as you. You swallow hard, eyes focusing on his cock…

“W-won’t it hurt?”

“That’s why I’m going to get you ready okay?”

“Okay…”

“Just trust me, I won’t go in till you’re ready.”

“Okay…I trust you, Yongbok~” He kisses the tip of your nose making you giggle. He guides your legs back around him and you both moan softly when his dick slides through your slick folds, no longer impeded by the fabric of his bottoms.

“Oh, you’re so warm~” He huffs a small laugh, and you gasp again when he moves his hips, the length of his cock running through your cunt, slicking over your clit.

“Feel good, love~?

“Yes…” You whimper; a bit shocked at just how good it feels.

“Have you even ever touched yourself here?”

“N-no.” Your hips twitch up, goosebumps raising with each thrust of his hips. He moves faster, soft but low grunts leaving his pretty lips as he admires the sheen coating his cock from your wet folds. The more he moves, the better it feels, your little clit feeling like it’s on fire.

“Y-Yongbok, s-something-“

“Just let it happen, love.” He kisses your forehead as he keeps moving, able to feel your core clenching around nothing as he strokes his dick through your pussy. You gasp again, then lose your breath, back arching when he presses harder, moving faster. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you again and again, the overwhelming pleasure making your head swim. When you come down, you look up at him. He’s biting his lip as he’s adjusting to press the head of his cock against your entrance. At the right spot, he reaches up and weaves his fingers through yours, holding your hands up by your head, his lips hovering over yours.

“Just grip my hands tight if it hurts, love.” His lips seal over yours as he starts to press in. The stretch burns, like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but it’s also different than pain. It somehow hurts and feels amazing at the same time, and you swear you can’t catch your breath fully the deeper he gets. You grips his hands tight, but not overly so, trying to focus on kissing him. Finally, after what seems like hours, he bottoms out, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Yongbok pulls back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lip to break the trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Does it hurt?”

“S-some, but not…it’s not bad…” He looks down to where your bodies are connected, groaning out a rumble as he sees your slick folds stretching to accommodate his fat cock. You’re so much hotter, wetter, and tighter than his hand could ever be and he’s already struggling to stay calm.

“T-tell me when I can move, but I’m not sure how long I can wait…” He’s breathing a bit harder, eyes clenched shut, brow furrowed, trying to remain in control.

“S-start slow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” You nod and he pulls back maybe an inch before going slowly back in. The searing burn remains, but it hurts less. He feels your gummy walls clench him, pulsing around him to the beat of your heart.

“M-more.” You nod again and he pulls back further, but goes in just as slow. He keeps this up till he pulls nearly all the way out before slowly burying back into your core. You’re breathing harder as well, trying to figure out if you’re still hurting at all, but only feeling better than you ever have before.

“Y-Yongbok, more, please-“

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, please need more~” He hums, picking up speed and your back arches, head thrown back as he starts to batter the head of his cock against your back wall, your tummy feeling on fire. Your fingers tighten around his, but he can feel your cunt spasming around him, your face all the way down to your chest flushing. One of his hands leaves yours, and you take your free one to wrap around his neck, keeping him close. His free hand finds its way to your hip, and he lifts you up more, changing the angle of how he’s fucking into you. Your breath immediately leaves you and another orgasm slams into you as he gives short but deep thrusts, the head of his dick perfectly thudding into your weak spot. He grunts, gritting his teeth as your gummy walls tighten into a slick vice and he wants so bad to hold back, but he can’t. He groans out and you whimper as you feel rope after rope of his hot cum pumping into you. As you both catch your breaths, and you can feel his cock softening, you cup his jaw in your hands. His eyes meet yours and he gives you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“I love you so much~”

“I love you too~”

Hanyang - historical name for Seoul nain - assistant court ladies sanggung - manage the palace and the royal family gungyeo - "Lady Officer of the Court" they were royal hand maidens or court ladies jimil nain - waited on the King and/or Queen and their family sangjeong - they managed and oversaw conduct, work and punishment of the Gungnyeo naesojubang - Gungnyeo department for preparing meals danryeong - "round-collar robe", often worn by noblemen and members of the council, ministries, or other officials. Ming - during the time of the Ming dynasty of China, they referred to the country as Ming hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well. jeogori - the top/shirt part of a hanbok gat - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh. samo - hats worn by government officials seong-jung - area inside the fortress walls of Hanyang seongjeosimni - area outside the fortress walls of Hanyang jungin - Upper Middle Class citizens sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like undergarment yo - Korean floor mattress goreum - the ties that fastened a top of a hanbok sokbaji - pants-like undergarment, mostly worn by women under their chima

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Summary: They've been looking for the final member of their pack for years, a ache that never fades and always exists. Only, when they finally find you, they find a version of you that has been broken. Will they be able to make you whole again? Bonus Chapter Summary: When you fall ill, you learn just different it is when you're loved.

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Chapter TW. Reader is sick :( but other than that fluff

Word Count: 2700

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Pack Healing.

Han is practically bouncing beside you.

His scent is pungent with excitement, warm and happy, his vanilla and coffee surrounding you like a blanketed hug. He's got his arm wrapped around you, at least as much as he can while the two of you walk, while Chan walks ahead of the both of you with a fond smile.

"Hannie," Chan admonishes gently, opening the door for the both of you as he ruffles the omegas hair. "Make sure Y/N can still walk, baby."

Han doesn't miss a beat, glancing back at Chan with wide eyes and a pout; "she can!" He assures, before turning to you. "Right, Y/Nnie?"

And honestly, not very well. Han's clung himself to you since the second he found out you were coming to work with them this morning, which you never minded, but it did make walking a little difficult. You don't have the heart to tell him otherwise though, when he stares at you with such endearingly excited eyes.

"Of course," you assure with a soft smile and a nod.

Chan rolls his eyes with a soft laugh, but doesn't say anything more as the two of you make your way through the halls. Chan bows hello to a few people along the way, and although they glance at you curiously, you don't really have the chance to greet them in return when Han keeps all your attention on himself.

The second the three of you walk through the doors to their studio, however, Han is pulling away from you to excitedly explain and show everything to you. You nod along to what he's saying, trying to keep up, but you definitely think you miss a few things here and there.

It isn't until Han is distracted by turning everything on that your attention is pulled away from him. You feel a hand fall on your shoulder, eyes flickering over to meet Chan who's staring down at you with a soft smile, but concerned eyes.

"Sorry," he whispers with a light chuckle. "Hannie's been talking about showing you our studio for weeks now."

You shake your head; "it's okay," you assure. "He's cute. And I'm happy to listen."

That pulls a smile to Chan's lips, his hands moving to cup your cheek with a fond look. You lean into his touch, a soft smile of your own on your lips.

The moment is peaceful and warm, a momentary break between all the excitement, which is why when Chan's lips twitch, his smile fading and his brows furrowing, you're confused.

"Channie?"

"Are you okay?" He asks, shaking his head. "You feel warm... and now that I think about it, your scent is a little off too."

Face twisting, you blink. "I feel... fine? Is my scent bad?"

"No, no," Chan shakes his head. "It's just...—"

"What's wrong?"

Han's voice pulls you and Chan from your little bubble, both of your gazes falling on the fellow omega as he stares at the both of you in concern.

"How does Y/N smell to you, Hannie?" Chan asks, glancing down at you. "She smells a little off to me."

Frowning, Han listens to Chan, stepping towards you and sniffing to breathe in your scent. You watch his face to see, and frown yourself when you see his brows pinch in worry.

"There's... something there. I can't really explain it," Han says, turning to Chan.

"That's what I thought," Chan sighs, moving to press his hand against your forehead. "You're not super hot, but still... maybe we should go home—"

"No!" You cut in, surprising even yourself. Blinking, you glance at the two with wide eyes. "No, I'm okay. I feel okay, I promise."

Chan hesitates, obviously not sure and even Han, the boy who'd been jumping with joy at showing you around just two minutes ago, looks unsure.

"Y/N... it might be—"

"I really do feel okay," you whisper, shaking your head, "and, I was really excited."

Chan and Han glance at each other, sharing a silent conversation before the former sighs. "Okay, baby, we'll stay," he smiles at you, ruffling your hair. "But please let us know if you start to feel off."

Three hours later, and you feel awful.

You're not really sure what happened. Despite Han and Chan's initial concern, you had felt fine and the three of you continued on without problem. The two had decided to show you a few of their tracks, before showing you how the recording booth worked.

And you didn't feel off, not really. Maybe a little warm and there was an odd tickle in the back of your throat and sure, maybe some pressure behind your eyes. But you brushed it off, because you were more focused on learning everything you could about Changbin, Chan and Han's work.

But now, three hours later, and you definitely couldn't ignore it anymore.

You're sitting on the couch in their studio, blinking dazedly as the warmth starts to increase, making you feel stuffy and like you can't breathe. For a moment, you'd worried it was your heat coming early, somehow, someway, but you don't feel any of the other familiar symptoms that came with a heat. Like cramps or extreme sexual desire.

No, this was something else.

Chan and Han are distracted by a conversation amongst themselves, something about one of their tracks and needing to run it by Changbin when the three of you get home. You, however, can't seem to pay attention as the pressure in your head seems to be getting worse.

"—Y/N? Baby?"

Blinking, you realize that Han is calling your name. Letting out a soft moan, you turn your head, not even realizing that you'd curled to the side on the couch. When you look, you realize Han is crouched in front of you, face pinched in concern while Chan stands close behind him.

"Baby," Han calls gently. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, moaning; "don't feel good..."

"Is it her heat?" Chan asks, voice spiking in concern. "Did it come early somehow?"

Han shakes his head, setting his hands on your thighs. "It doesn't smell like she's in heat," he frowns, "this is different. Hyung... I think she might be sick."

Chan's eyes widen; "I think you're right. That'd explain why her scent smelled off..."

You whine when you feel a hand press against your forehead again, this time the coolness of their hand feels better than you could've imagine. Dazed and not in your right mind, you preen into the touch, wanting more.

"She's burning up," Chan says, voice thick with worry.

"We should get her home," Han replies, moving into action as he stands. "Her nest will help her."

Chan nods, and then the hand on your forehead pulls away. You cry at the loss of coolness at first, but then you feel arms curl around you, pulling you in a chest. The familiar smell of Chan surrounds you and you lean into his touch without hesitation, letting him pick you up into his arms bridal style. You press your head into the curve of his neck, breathing in as much of his scent as you can, as you feel Han rub your back.

"Okay, baby," Chan whispers to you. "We're gonna take you home, okay? Take care of you."

You nod, humming out a reply, not having the strength to say anything more.

Han sends Chan one last concerned look before the two turn to make their way back to the car.

"What's—What's wrong with Y/N?"

"We think she may be sick," Han explains, answering Seungmin who'd been in the living room when the three of you came home, shutting the door behind Chan and you as the latter helps slip off your shoes and coat. "We noticed something was off about her scent but she assured us she was fine. But, she's burning up now."

"I can smell her scent," Seungmin frowns, nodding. "It reeks with anxiety and discomfort."

"Are the others home?" Chan asks, shifting you closer against him.

"Minho and Hyunjin are in the backyard, Jeongin and Felix went to grab groceries. And Changbin is—"

"Here," the alpha calls out, stepping into the living room. "I heard Y/Nnie's sick?"

Almost immediately, you let out a whine.

"You should bring her to her nest, hyung," Changbin says, stepping over to you and the pack alpha. He lets his fingers brush across your sweaty forehead, tucking your hair behind your ears. "It might help—"

"—Nngh, no."

Changbin hesitates as your voice carries out, soft and distressed, face twisting.

"Baby," Chan whispers, "you don't want your nest?"

You shake your head, leaning closer to Chan's chest. "Pack," you mumble.

"Pack?" Seungmin echoes, brows furrowed.

"Pack," you whine.

Han's eyes widen; "I think she wants to go to the pack den."

The two alpha and beta's eyes widen, silently thankful they had another omega nearby that would be able to understand better what you want.

"Okay, babygirl," Chan coos gently. "I'll bring you to the pack den."

"I'll grab the others," Seungmin says, moving towards the kitchen.

Changbin steps forward too; "I'll call Jeongin, get him and Felix to come back."

Chan nods and then him and Han are moving towards the pack den. You continue to grumble in discomfort as they make their way, soothing you with soft coos and holding you closer. When they finally reach the den, Han rushes forward to make space for you in the nest. It's communal and none of the omega's are particularly territorial over it, least of all you, and he's hoping it'll help you feel more comfortable if he helps prep it for you.

"Just set her down... yeah, there."

Carefully and slowly, Chan lowers you into the spot Han made for you, shifting so he can crouch in front of you as Han surrounds you with blankets, pillows and clothes of the pack.

"Is that better, Y/Nnie?"

Eyes fluttering, you turn to Han, cheeks flushed and nod, weakly smiling. "Smells like pack," you mumble, burying your head into the hoodie next to your head. It smells like Felix and that makes your body ease, even just a little.

Biting his lip, Chan reaches forward, brushing the hair stuck to your forehead from sweat back. You lean into his touch in response, and it takes everything in him not to let his scent sour with worry.

"Where's Y/N?" Hyunjin's voice carries from outside the hall, pitched and panicked in worry. "Where's bambi?"

He comes around the corner in the next second, stopping at the doorway as his eyes fall on you, the frown on his face instantly deepening.

"Baby."

You stir at the sound of his voice, picking your head up from Chan to meet his eyes. At the sight of Hyunjin, you let out a whine, hands reaching out for him. Hyunjin doesn't hesitate one second, rushing over to you and falling to his knees in front of you as he fusses over you in worry.

"Does she have a fever?"

Minho's voice carries through the room as he comes walking in with Seungmin, turning to Chan who's settled back a bit to make room for Hyunjin.

"Yeah," Chan breathes, biting his lip. "She's really warm."

"I've never seen her this bad," Seungmin says, hands twisting in front of him in concern. "Is it really just a cold?"

"A nasty one," Minho says. "Omega's are more weak to colds and flus... It probably snuck up on her before she even realized."

"What do we do?" Han asks, "how do we make her better?"

"Rest," Minho explains, finally stepping forward as he makes his way into the pack nest. Seungmin follows close behind, and you let out another whine from in Hyunjin's arms at the smell of two of your mates. "Make sure she's drinking water, I'll make some soup for her later. But mainly, rest."

"Cu-... Cuddles."

All five of the boys pause at the sound of your voice, eyes falling to your curled up form. Your voice is raspy, but clear with want as turn to Seungmin, grabbing the other beta and tugging him so he'll move closer.

"Yes," Minho says, voice fond as he runs his hand through your hair. "And cuddles."

"Okay, I'll called Innie and Yongbok," Changbin says, making his way into the room. "They'll be here shortly."

"That's good," Chan nods, ushering Changbin forward. "Having the whole pack here with help Y/N heal."

"Pack," you mumble, blinking dazedly. "Pack."

"I know, baby," Changbin calls out, reaching for you. "Innie and Yongbok are on their way, okay? They'll be home soon. You just close your eyes, princess. Get some rest."

It's dark when your eyes flutter open next.

A moan slips past your lips as aches coarse through your body, the sweat still clinging to your skin. For a moment, you're confused, not sure where you are or what's happening. Then, the familiar scents of your pack settle in and you recognize the warm bodies around you.

There's two sets of arms wrapped around you.

Your head is resting against Chan’s chest, tucked in under his chin and his arms holding you close. Han, who’s behind you, is no different. Their arms interlinked with one another as they snore softly, and you find your body easing instinctively at the sight. Picking your head up just faintly tells you that, as your nose picks up, the rest of your pack is around, in some way or another. 

Changbin is on the other side of Chan, and he’s got Hyunjin and Seungmin both wrapped up tightly in his arms, one on either side of him. Both betas look completely content at the embrace, sleeping peacefully. Minho, as expected, is on the other side of Han, one hand resting on the omega's hip and the other curled into a handful of Felix’s hair. The other omega has a small smile on his face as he sleeps blissfully on Minho’s stomach, with Jeongin wrapped tightly in his arms. The youngest alpha, despite all his claims of not loving physical touch, seems perfectly content wrapped up in the omega’s arms.

A small, weak smile curls on your lips. Chan hadn’t been wrong when you’d heard him distantly say that having the whole pack together, near you, would help you heal. Even as the aches coarse through your body and the sweat clung to your skin, there was a sense of peace you felt at the feeling of them so close.

Such a stark difference to how it had been before any time you’d gotten sick.

“How’re you feeling, baby?”

You startle faintly at the soft sound of Chan’s voice, a low whisper in the silence of the night. Turning your head, you meet his waiting gaze through your own bleared vision, leaning in closer to his touch.

“Sorry,” he whispers, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. You frown when you feel it stick to your clammy skin, feeling gross, but Chan barely bats an eye, lips curled into an adoring smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shake your head, a weak hum leaving your lips. “It’s okay,” you assure, voice a faint rasp. 

“Do you feel any better?”

Licking your lips, you shake your head. “No,” you admit, honestly. “But I’m better being with you all.”

Cupping your chin, Chan lets his thumb drag across your cheek. “So sweet, babygirl,” he coos, gently. “I’m sorry you’re still not feeling well.”

“It’s not your fault,” you remind.

“Still,” Chan offers.

“It’s okay,” you repeat, earnest. With a light hum, you let your head rest on his chest once again, cuddling up closer to the alpha. “As long as I’m with all of you, I’ll be okay.”

You can practically feel the smile on Chan’s lips as he runs his hands through your hair, nails lightly brushing across your scalp. The action is both soothing and relaxing, making your eyes flutter shut once again as a wave of exhaustion crashes over you from your illness.

“Rest, Y/N,” Chan whispers. “We’ll all be here when you wake up.”

[straykeedz]

𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ; 𝐥𝐟

part two to this.

wc: 7,1k

tw: lee Felix x fem!reader. mention of hookups and casual sex. alcohol mention. protected sexual intercourse (yes!!). oral sex (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). jealousy and insecurities. they fight a lot tbh. it's kinda repetitive and kinda badly written also, sorry about that.

---

Trust is fundamental in a relationship, even though it is hard to build. 

You’re not good at relationships, that needs to be said. Not that you have much experience: an ex-boyfriend (you were together for a couple of months tops), an ex situationship and then Felix, your current relationship, the most meaningful one so far and, you hope, for ever. 

But it’s not easy to be in a relationship with an ex-fuckboy, you know it too well. Everywhere you go, girls would always stare at Felix like he’s a freaking superstar, and you’re practically sure some of them recognized him because they shared a past with him, a past of just one night. And you don’t want to be a jealous girlfriend, you want to be able to trust him, but… why is it so hard? 

“Are you okay? You look… distracted.” 

Your head snaps up from your plate to look at Felix, in front of you, concerned. 

“I’m alright. Sorry, I just zoned out for a minute,” you excuse yourself with a sweet smile, but he doesn’t seem entirely convinced. He nods anyway. 

Then, the waitress comes back to your table, hands Felix his plate, smiles at him weirdly as she goes away. It’s the second time she does that, and you’ve only been sitting here for fifteen minutes. It makes your eye twitch, metaphorically speaking. Are you perhaps invisible? Can’t she see that Felix is clearly out with you, that you’re a couple? Are you fucking transparent?

“Yeah, I noticed,” he smiles back at you, “what were you thinking of?”

Now, you don’t know much about relationships, that’s true, but you do think it’s best not to say anything about this. You don’t want to come off as jealous or possessive, and you don’t want to ruin such a perfect night. 

Then the waitress comes back, and all your resolutions flush down the drain. This time, she even brushes Felix’s shoulder as she goes away; an insignificant gesture, nearly imperceptible, but you noticed. Felix noticed. The shocked look on his face is the proof. 

“Do you know her? She keeps staring at you,” you ask innocently, but your voice betrays you. 

“Not really,” he clears his throat. 

You look at him confused. 

“What do you mean?” 

You should’ve known what he meant. 

“Are you sure you want to talk about this now?” Felix questions. But you nod. “Fine,” he sighs, “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think I know her.” 

“Know her how? Is she a friend of yours?” 

How sweet and naive you are… Felix feels bad. 

“Not really…” 

“So how do you know her?” You insist, clearly not reading the room. 

“I think I may have… slept with her,” he clears his throat once more. “Months ago, waaay before we met,” he’s quick to clarify. 

“Oh.”

It’s awkward now. 

“I shouldn’t have said it like that,” Felix tries to apologize. “I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head. After all, this is all your fault, it’s you who asked the infamous question. 

“No, no, it’s okay,” you quickly say. “I asked you, so it’s fine.”

But he can see it’s not fine, that you’re spiraling, eyeing the waitress from head to toe, probably wondering how it happened, when, why. 

He grabs your hand, intertwines your fingers. “Hey,” he smiles, warmly, reassuringly. “You know you’re the only one for me, right?”

You smile at him, even though you’re not entirely sure you can believe him. 

“Mhhm.”

“Good. Now let’s get out of here. I need to prove it to you.”

“Prove it… how exactly?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed and a confused expression on your face.  

— 

He collapses on top of you, rolls onto his back to catch his breath. 

“’T was amazing,” he whispers after a while. “Wow. You okay?” 

“Mhhm, I feel a weird tingle, though,” you pout. 

He smirks, knowing the game well. 

“Awww, baby, we can’t have that. Where d’you feel it?”

“Here,” you mumble, referring to your intimate parts between your legs. 

He moves, shifts on the bed until he’s laying between your legs, face on your pussy. A kiss on your clit. “Feel better now?” 

You shake your head no, fake a pout. “Not enough… I think I need more kisses.”

Felix smirks, bites his cheek. 

He then licks a long stripe all over your wet cunt, from your hole to your clit, which he then begins to suckle on. You kick your head back in the pillow, forcing your legs to stay open and not clench around his head. He’s got a solution for that: hooks his arms under your legs, throws them over his shoulders as he continues lapping at your pussy for dear life. 

“Lix— Lix!” You yelp, feeling another orgasm approaching, still sensitive from the previous two. 

You pull at his hair, gasping and panting like crazy, but he won’t stop eating you out. He has an obsession with your pussy, and you do not intend to make him stop. He eats you out like a starved man, lapping and munching and sucking any inch of skin he can find and you’re not complaining. 

“I’m close, Lix’’ you warn him. 

“Good, baby, come on my mouth,” he incites you, spitting on your pussy, making a mess on the sheets. 

Once you’re finally done fucking like rabbits, you lay your head on Felix’s bare chest, lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat. A kiss on two on his fair skin, then you circle his waist with your arm, legs still shaking from the three orgasms. He kisses the top of your head.

“Lix?”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

The question you’ve been keeping inside of you for too long. 

“Of course you can,” he nuzzles your head, kisses you on the forehead.

It’s not easy to voice out one of your biggest insecurities, but you cannot keep it bottled up inside of you any longer. 

“How… how many women have you been with?”

You feel him freeze under you, his breath catches. 

“You mean… in a relationship with?” 

That’s not what you mean. You already know the answer to that. 

“No… how many women have you slept with?” 

He sighs. 

Felix is not proud of his past. Sex felt like a way of evading reality, of pushing away significative emotional connections with someone in fear of having his heart broken in return. It was a coping mechanism to a bigger fear he didn’t know how to face. So yeah, he slept with a multitude of women, but that doesn’t matter to him, because the only person he wants to be with is you. 

“A lot.” 

“How many is ‘a lot’?” 

“A lot. I never really kept count, that’s… disgusting, but to put it shortly I used to sleep around a lot. Every weekend I would hook up with someone different.” He sees the way your face drops and he sighs. “Listen, I’m not… proud of who I was before I met you. I used sex as an escapade, a temporary solution, and expected it to solve all my problems…” he confesses a truth you already know, but it doesn’t sting any less. “I’m changed now. I only want to be with you.” 

For tonight, you’ll let it be enough. 

You hold him closer, let him drape the duvet over your naked bodies and fall asleep like that, which happens practically every weekend when you sleep over at his. 

That night, you have some trouble falling asleep, and even when you finally do, your nightmares are haunted by Felix’s past and visions of him cheating on you, of him telling you that you’re not enough, that sex with you is boring. You wake up in the middle of the night, forehead sticky with sweat, after a horrible nightmare. And then, you start spiraling, Felix’s words running back and forth inside your head.

Insecurities are a bastard, bastard thing. 

You cannot help but wonder if he really likes sex with you, if you’re better than the others he’s been with - you’re probably not, since you’re very inexperienced and kind of shy even after all these months, and if he misses his old habits. Why, of all people, you? You’re nothing special. Surely, you’re nothing like the girls he used to want. You cannot help but wonder if you and Felix are just temporary, if you have an expiring date written on your forehead, before he wakes up and realises that no, he wants his old life back. 

You don’t sleep for the rest of the night, kept awake by all kinds of thoughts and the worst possible scenarios. 

— 

“I’m going out with the guys tonight.”

Was the sentence that ruined the perfect evening you and Felix were having. At least, for you. 

You don’t want to be a controlling girlfriend, and you’re not the type of person to impede to your boyfriend to go out and have fun with his friends, but after the revelation of the other day… you cannot help but feel insecure. That’s what it is, you’re insecure. 

What if another girl approaches him and he realizes he misses his old life and wants it back? What if he caves in and cheats on you? You don’t want it to happen, you care about him way too much to lose him like that, because of a stupid night out. 

“Oh, really?” You try to mask your disappointment. “Where are you going?” 

Felix seems to notice something’s off. 

“A friend of Bin’s throwing a party for his birthday. He chose a nice place, a club downtown.” 

A club. Perfect. Wonderful. 

“Ah.” 

He frowns. 

“Are you upset? I’m sorry, I thought we could hang out tomorrow, maybe have dinner together and watch a movie back at mine?” 

“No, no, I’m not upset,” you lie, to him and to yourself. 

“You sure? Do you want me to stay here with you?”

Would he really do that? No, you can’t ask him to do such a thing for you. 

“No, no, it’s fine. We can hang out tomorrow,” you smile at him, trying not to overthink the fact that your boyfriend, a former fuckboy, is going out to a club tonight. 

He wraps his arms around you, presses his lips on yours sweetly, softly, lovingly. Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He kisses you once more. 

“You sure you’re not upset?” He asks again. 

“I’m sure. You should go and have fun,” you smile, “but not too much.” You only half joke and pray everything will be alright, that he doesn’t fall back into his old bad habits. 

Felix forgets to send a message when he’s back home. Either that or he’s still out at 5:47 a.m., still somewhere at a club with only his male friends with him, drinking and God knows what else. You couldn’t sleep, not even for ten minutes. You tried everything - white noises in your EarPods, a boring documentary on the TV, reading a book, but sleep just wouldn’t come. How were you supposed to relax and drift off to dreamland when your boyfriend was out clubbing? Thousands of what ifs fogging up your brain. Thoughts, thoughts, more thoughts. 

Finally, at 6:28, your phone pings with a message from him. 

Lix ♡: sorry baby, my phone died lol. just got home safe and sound, off to sleep now. sleep tight baby ♡ 

You’re well aware of Felix’s past habits, but coming home at six a.m.? Isn’t that a little too much? Gosh, and why won’t your brain fucking stop tormenting you? 

Finally reassured that Felix got home safely, you drift off to sleep, even though your dreams, or nightmares, are filled of the same thoughts that haunted awake-you. Felix with a girl. A girl hitting on Felix. Their hands intertwined. Felix and a girl laughing at you, making fun of you for believing someone like him would ever pick someone like you. 

You don’t see Felix until late in the afternoon, the next day. 

When he shows up, his hair is messily combed into a half ponytail, two dark circles under his eyes. Still, he’s breathtakingly hot. 

“Baby, hi,” he pecks your lips, cups your face lovingly. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” you giggle happily. If you could, you’d be kicking your feet right now. “How did it go yesterday? Everything okay?”

You try not to sound too anxious, but the truth is, you need to know if anything happened last night. And it’s crazy, because you’ve never been the jealous type before, but you care a lot about Felix, and his confession put a heavy weight on your shoulders. You’re self-conscious, and you’re so, so scared to lose him to someone better than you, someone more experienced and less insecure. 

“Everything went smoothly, we had lots of fun,” he smiles. “’T was nice. But a friend of Bin’s exaggerated with the alcohol and ended up throwing up on my shoes,” he snorts. “That’s why I’m wearing these ones.” 

You snort, too. 

And then a silly little thought pops up in your silly little brain. 

Had Felix drunk any alcohol? So what if he had?, you mentally respond to that voice inside your head. After all, he’s an adult who is capable of making his own decisions. This is getting ridiculous, you think. But the question slips past your lips anyways. 

“Did you drink, too?”

And you want to slap yourself. But Felix doesn’t seem to find your question weird or controlling, and it doesn’t really bother him. 

“A bit. The drinks were kind of expensive, though.” 

“Ah, I see…” you hum. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache,” you lie. 

He envelops you in a warm hug, kissing the side of your head. “Poor baby… wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” 

“Mhh yeah, that’d be perfect.”

But even during the movie Felix chose, your brain won’t stop tormenting you with stupid what ifs and images of your boyfriend doing God-knows-what at that stupid party. He had fun, he even drank a little, what if something happened with a girl? You cannot even bear the thought, it physically hurts too much. At the same time, though, you cannot confront him and vomit all your insecurities, all your doubts, too scared that he’ll leave you if you do. 

—

The argument escalated rather quickly. 

“I don’t see what’s the problem with me going out again tonight.” 

How could you tell him without sounding batshit crazy? 

“There’s no problem, I’m just concerned.” 

“About what?” He frowns. 

“I mean, you already went out the past weekend…” you mumble. ‘And I’m scared you’ll cheat on me’, you avoid saying. 

“So?” 

It catches you off guard, you were not expecting such an answer from him. After all, he’s always been nothing but caring and understanding of your feelings, never the one to invalidate them. And it’s not like he’s invalidating them right now, he just wants to understand what the issue is. 

“Nothing, I just… wanted to spend time with you.” You half lie. 

His features soften. 

“Aw, but, baby, we’ve been together all day…”

“I know, I just… I always miss you when you’re not around.” 

“I know, I miss you, too, but… it’s just a night out with the boys. It’s not a big deal, we already planned to spend Sunday together.” 

Sunday suddenly seems so far away. 

“Is it really necessary that you go out with your friends?” It slips out of your lips before you can stop yourself. You regret the way it came out, accusatory. 

He frowns. 

“Well, it’s not necessary per se, but I want to go. I want to be with my friends I barely see.” 

It feels as if he was blaming you for that, and you do not like his tone. 

“It’s not my fault you never see your friends,” you cross your arms over your chest as if you were defending yourself from his accusations. 

“I never said it was your fault. Now you’re putting words into my mouth,” Felix sighs. “Listen, I don’t want to fight. I just want to know what the problem is.”

“The problem is that you’re going to a club, again, when you already went to a party the last weekend. Why can’t you just hang out anywhere else?” 

It sounds petty, and unreasonable, and maybe you are. So what, should you pretend you’re okay with this? 

“So now the problem is the club. We’ve always hung out at clubs, since forever ago. We hang out, drink a couple of beers, listen to some music, and then we go back home. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

“I’m not making a big deal out of it, but, Lix… you were single back then.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, looks at you as if he wasn’t really understanding what you mean. 

“So what?” 

So what? Is he being serious right now? You’re livid. 

“What do you mean ‘so what’?” You inquire, angrier than ever. 

“I mean, why is it a big deal? I was single,” he states, matter-of-factly, not really grasping what you’re trying to make him understand. 

You don’t want to be a controlling girlfriend, the type to tell her boyfriend what he can and can’t do, because that’s just shitty behavior. At the same time, though, the fact that Felix seems so determined to go out, clubbing, worries you. 

“But now you’re not…” 

His eyebrows relax in realization, as if all of a sudden everything had become crystal clear to him. 

“Are you… are you scared something’s gonna happen at the club?” He asks with a tone of voice that somehow suggests he already knows the answer. 

You suddenly feel so, so small. 

“I’m not scared per se, I just… don’t like the eventuality.” 

“Baby, there is no ‘eventuality’. Nothing’s gonna happen tonight or any other night,” he takes your hands in his, brushes your knuckles with his thumbs. “Trust me, baby.” 

Trust him. Huh. 

You should trust him, should believe his words, reassuring you that nothing is going to threaten your relationship, that he doesn’t want to be unfaithful towards you. And part of you does trust Felix. But there’s another part of you, one that’s deeply insecure, that can’t stop wondering if it’s really true, that he doesn’t want anyone else. That he only finds you attractive, that he doesn’t miss the old life he used to lead. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Of course I’m sure,” comes his answer. “I want only you. You’re the only one for me, babygirl.”

Eventually, and a little reluctantly, you nod, deciding to listen to that part of you that truly believes Felix. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Felix chuckles. “Aren’t you supposed to say, I dunno, something like ‘Felix, baby, you’re the only one for me, too’?” He jokes. 

You smile at him, heat creeping up your cheeks. 

“Shut up, you know you’re the only one for me.”

“Am I really?” He teases. 

“You are,” you state, looking into his beautiful, warm eyes. 

He leans in, the tip of his nose brushing yours, and then he’s kissing you. Like he means it, like he means everything he’s just said to you. And that part of you feels guilty for not believing him, because you know he would never lie to you. 

“Can I show you how much you mean to me?” He whispers on your lips, and your breath catches. 

His mouth finds your jaw, then your neck, and you gasp, fingers sinking into his blond hair. 

“Please, do.”

His lips are on yours in a second, his fingers between your legs, fidgeting with the button of your jeans. He undresses your lower half in record time, jeans pooling around your ankles, panties soon reaching them. And then his mouth’s on your pussy, his arms around your thighs. 

He grunts, mouth full of your pussy, as he munches on it like a starved man. He laps and licks and sucks at your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and making you see white. 

“Lix! Hmpf-” you yelp, tugging at his hair as you feel your legs begin to shake. 

The way Felix licks pussy needs to be studied, because there’s just no way he’s that good at it. 

But of course he’s also a gremlin and a tease, and of course he would pull away just when you’re about to cum on his face. There’s tears in your eyes as you look at him, begging to resume what he was doing. 

“Nah, need to teach you a lesson. Need to fuck you real bad, princess.” He slaps your asscheek. “Bend over the table, c’mon.”

Even though you’ve been together for months, it still makes your face heat up whenever he utters such filthy words. But you do bend over anyway, and hear him fidget with his own zipper and button, then with the rubber wrapper. 

“Fucking drippin’ for me… that’s my good girl.” 

“Lix…” 

You feel the tip of his cock lining up at your entrance, hard and hot, and you squeeze your legs in anticipation. 

Hands gripping at your hips, he enters you ever so slowly. Your heart thumps louder and louder in your ribcage. He feels even bigger from this angle. 

You feel his hand crawling underneath your t-shirt, up to your tits. He cups one, starting to move slowly in and out of you to get adjusted to the feeling of him. 

“Such a perfect little pussy…” He grunts, fucking you harder now, whilst pinching your nipple. “So wet ’n’ ready for me.” 

“Lix, please,” you bite on your lip to muffle the sounds, the moans, struggling. “Harder, please.”

“My baby’s so polite,” Felix chuckles. “Alright, princess. Gonna give you exactly what you need, alright?” 

“Mhhhh, yes, please,” you whine pathetically, pussy stretching around his thick cock with each thrust. 

Cheek squeezed against the wooden table, you let Felix take everything from you, fucking you mercilessly. He thrusts harder now, hips snapping to meet yours, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping on skin. It’s all so lewd and filthy, but delicious at the same time. 

He fucks you like an animal, and when he feels himself getting closer he starts to rub your clit the way he knows you love it. Within minutes, you’re shaking, toes curling, squeezing his cock harder than ever as you come around him with a loud cry. 

“Fuck. Baby. So dirty for me. Gonna cu-! Gonna cum!” 

One last thrust and he spills into the condom. He presses a soft kiss on the back of your shoulder, then pulls out, leaving you with one big doubt .

You’re not sure what was the lesson Felix wanted to teach you, but you sure did like it. 

— 

You just wanted to surprise him. He surprised you instead. 

It all started with a text from Felix. 

“Not gonna be able to spend lunch break with you :( Alex and I are swamped with work. I wish I was home with you.”

It was not the first time that something like this happened. But this time, for a change, you wanted to surprise him with a homemade lunch delivered directly to him. You know he tends to skip lunch when he’s overworked. So you put everything into a big lunch box and hop in the car, direction? Felix’s workplace. 

Felix works in statistical analysis and data reconfiguration, in a tall building in the city center. Even though it’s the first time you go there, you know exactly where to find Felix. He’s told you a hundred times he works on the twenty-fifth floor. 

You step out of the elevator, directed to Felix’s office, when you suddenly spot him through the glass, and smile instinctively. A smile that dies on your face as soon as you see he’s with a young woman. Smiling at her, talking to her, sitting at the same table, next to her. She’s extremely pretty, a brunette with big tits and a cute smile. 

You have a weird feeling about the whole situation. 

You’re considering turning back and going back home, but Felix suddenly notices you and smiles at you. The woman does, too. You feel sick. 

“Baby, hi!” Felix greets you with a peck on the lips. “What are you doing here?” 

“I… uh. I thought you might enjoy a homemade meal.”

“Aren’t you the sweetest in the world?” He smiles at you. “Wait, lemme— baby, this is Alex. Alex, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” 

The world stops. 

Alex is… a woman? 

You’re flabbergasted. What the… All this time you thought Felix’s coworker was a man and it suddenly turns out she’s a hot young woman instead, who could just be Felix’s type. And all of a sudden the insecurities are back, together with memories of each time that Felix mentioned her the past months, like every time he told you something about her when you thought she was a he instead. 

“Alex’s really fun.” Or, “Alex and I did a great job, we got promoted.” “Had lunch with Alex today.” 

And he didn’t even think about mentioning the fact that Alex was a woman?

You blink. 

“It’s really nice to meet you,” she says, smiling brightly. “Felix has told me so much about you.”

You smile back, even though you’re still kind of shocked. 

“Nice to meet you, too. Only good things I hope.”

“Of course,” she looks at Felix, lingering a bit more than you expected. 

“Thank you for the lunch, baby,” Felix pecks your lips once again. “That was so thoughtful and sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing, really. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you smile. 

“You’re really the best, you know that?” 

— 

You can’t even remember when the fight had started, but you do remember what caused it. A work dinner. Felix, Alex, sitting together… drinks, alcohol… it was all unbearable.  

“It’s like you don’t even trust me!” Felix raises his voice.

“Well, maybe I don’t!” You raise your voice back at him. 

He freezes, eyes wide open, mouth agape. 

Everything pauses. Time, space, and everything in between. You look at Felix and he looks at you— shocked, hurt. 

“Then why are we together in the first place?” He murmurs, so low you barely even hear him the first time. But then he repeats it, leaving you just as shocked. “Why are we together if you don’t trust me? Huh?”  

“Felix-”

“No, answer me. Why the fuck are we together if you can’t even trust me to go to a work dinner?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t trust her.”

“Her?” Felix looks perplexed. “Is this… is this about Alex?” 

You look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Can you really blame me, Felix? She’s young and hot and beautiful and you…” 

“And I what?” 

And you have a past, you want to say. A past as a fuckboy, as someone who used to go out every night and find someone different to sleep with. But you cannot say that, because you know it’d hurt him. But Felix’s not stupid, he knows exactly what you meant to say. 

“Don’t make me say it.”

“No, say it. I need to hear it from you.” He insists. 

“Felix, have you fucked Alex?” You inquire, fear in your eyes. In Felix’s, though, there’s anger. 

“What the— is this what you think of me? That I’m some kind of animal? Someone who can’t keep his dick in his pants?”

“It’s not my fault that you’ve slept with hundreds of girls and I can’t trust you, have you fucked her or not?” You raise your voice.

He squints his eyes, looks at you as though he doesn’t recognize you anymore. 

“And what if I have?”

He regrets the words as soon as they escape his lips, but the damage is done now, and there’s no turning back. 

Your face drops, tears filling your eyes. Part of you knew it, part of you feared it. 

“No, wait, I didn’t—” he tries to say, but you’re already out of the door. “I haven’t slept with her. I swear, I was just—”

“Leave me alone!” You scream at him when he follows you, grabbing your arm to stop you from running away from him. 

— 

It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen Felix, and you’ve been feeling like shit ever since. 

He’s tried contacting you through calls and texts, saying that nothing happened with Alex and nothing ever will, but you never answered him. You just wanted to be alone after everything that happened, even though you wanted nothing but be in his arms and forget everything. But you’ve been trying to understand something since the fight, and that is… can you really trust Felix? Can you be in a relationship with him and not let your insecurities get in the way? You don’t know that, but you miss him. So fucking much. 

Tonight, you’re out with your girl friends, trying to forget about the fight, and trying to understand where you and Felix stand as of now. Are you still together? Was it the end?

“Hasn’t he tried to contact you since the fight?” one of them asks. 

You sigh. “Yeah, he called and texted, but I never answered him.” 

“Why not?” 

That’s a good question. You’re still trying to figure out whether the two of you could work well as a couple or if your insecurities will tear you apart forever. 

“I don’t know…” you say truthfully, “it’s just… he has a past, you know? Like, he’s been with a lot of girls and somehow I can’t get past that. It’s silly, I know.” 

“It’s not silly,” your friend says reassuringly. “How you feel is valid, but try to see the bigger picture. He chose to be with you. Why would he do that if he just wanted to sleep around?” 

That’s true. 

“You’re right…” 

“Listen, I’m just saying… I’ve never seen you like this before. So… disgustingly in love with someone. That’s gotta mean something, right?” 

You’ve never felt this way before, that is also true. And Felix… you really, really like him. Is it too soon to say you love him? 

And loving someone means to trust them and let them be free, not trying to put them in a cage and control them. That’s not what love is, and that’s what you’ve been doing with Felix ever since the two of you started going out, too scared he’d cheat on you because of his past. 

“I think… I think you’re right. After all, Felix has done nothing but show me how much he cares about me, and part of me really trusts him… But there’s another part of me that’s terribly scared of losing him.” 

“I know, sweetie, I know. But this way you’ll end up losing him anyway.” 

You fidget with your bracelet nervously. She’s right. 

There’s something you have to do right now. Somewhere you need to be. The girls will understand.

—

“Please, please, please,” you mumble to yourself as you ring his doorbell, praying that he’s home. 

You’re about to give up and go home, when the door suddenly opens, and there he is. Beautiful as ever, breathtakingly so. 

“Hi,” you say, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Hi.”

“I… I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I’m really sorry. For ignoring your texts and calls, and… for saying what I said to you.” 

He’s about to say something, but you precede him. 

“Wait, let me finish. I wasn’t fair to you, I said some horrible things. The truth is— I’m very insecure. I’m scared you miss your past and will eventually want to be with someone else, and that thought frightens me. I should’ve talked to you about it instead of bottling it up… But I did, and I’m sorry.” 

His features soften up, the hint of a smile on his face. 

“Can I talk now?”

“Mhhm,” you hum, a bit scared of what he could possibly say. Have you lost him forever?

“I wish you would’ve talked about this sooner. We could’ve handled it together…” he sighs. “I’m so sorry you felt this way, I never wanted my past to haunt you as well. But trust me, I’ve never, ever even thought about anyone else since we started going out. It’s been only you. And i thought I was doing a good job at proving it to you, but apparently I was wrong.” 

“You aren’t wrong,” you quickly butt in. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry. You proved it to me a hundred times, not only with words, but with your actions, too. I… Felix, you’re my first boyfriend, and I like you a lot. I just didn’t really know how to handle a relationship and ended up ruining the most beautiful thing that’s happened to me.” 

There’s tears in your eyes, the thought of losing him forever is unbearable. As soon as you feel the first teardrop falling from your eye, you feel Felix’s thumb wipe it away. 

“Don’t cry. Please. You didn’t ruin anything… I’m still here, aren’t I?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He hugs you, enveloping you into his warm, strong arms, your head resting on his chest as you cry. 

“Don’t cry,” he repeats, caressing your back to soothe you. “I hate it when you cry. I’m here. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” 

“Really?”

“Mhhm. I thought I told you already, you’re the only one for me. I just want you.” 

“And I just want you.” 

“I’m really sorry for making you doubt yourself as well. You didn’t deserve it.” 

You hold him closer, as if scared he’d slip away. 

“It’s okay now. I promise you I’ll change. I won’t be jealous ever again.”

“You don’t have to change, we just need to learn how to communicate better…” 

“Mh, you’re right,” you chuckle, and he does, too, circling your waist with his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

—

There's flames in his eyes, fire on his fingertips as he touches you, hands roaming all over your thighs, wide open just for him. His gaze burns as he looks you in the eye; not your body, not between your legs. He’s looking at you, at your soul. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice hoarse. 

Then, and only then, does he dare admiring your almost naked body, covered only in a non-matching set of bra and panties. Panties completely drenched just for him, because of him. 

“Stop,” you say shyly, covering your embarrassed face with both of your hands. 

He promptly moves them away, eyes returning to stare into yours. 

“Don’t. I want to see you.” 

Still hot in the face, you eventually manage to look at him without any trace of embarrassment left. 

“Good girl.”

You whimper, pathetically. You also whine when his fingertips brush your clothed pussy, rubbing gentle circles right where your clit is supposed to be. He knows your body a little too well, sometimes even better than you do. 

“Look at me.”

You do. He grabs your face with one hand, holding you by the chin, albeit gently. 

“I fucking love you.” 

You tremble under his touch, let out a desperate sound, holding onto his arms for dear life as he sets your soul on fire. 

“Lix…”

“No, no, keep looking at me,” he demands, you obey. “How could you ever think that I could want anyone else?” 

Your mouth goes dry. 

He grabs your hand, lets it roam all over his torso, his navel and the soft patch of hair beneath it, until it reaches the waistband of his underwear. 

“I’ve been nothing but head over heels for you since the first time we met.” 

His hand moves south, your breath catches as soon as you feel him, hard and wanting under your palm. Just for you. 

“Only you get me like this.” 

He drags his boxers down, freeing himself, and you salivate at the sight. 

“Please, Lix. Please.” 

You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Something, anything. You want him to touch you, you want to touch him. You want to show him that you believe him, that you’ll never doubt him ever again. Show him that you’re only his, and that he’s only yours.

“Please what, babygirl?” 

“Please, fuck me,” you whine. 

“No,” he shakes his head, and you’re about to protest when he continues, “I’m not gonna fuck you. Tonight, I’m making love to you.” 

Your eyes nearly well up with tears. 

“Lix…” 

“No, I need you to know how much I care about you, how you mean the world to me,” he whispers, lips only a couple of inches away from yours. 

He kisses you with adoration, body flush on yours, his arms on each side of your head. His tongue slips inside your mouth, hot and wet, his thumb brushes your cheek as what had started out as a chaste kiss turns into a lewd make out session. Your fingers find their way into Felix’s hair, pulling it slightly only to earn a groan from him. 

He’s hot and hard against you, you can feel every inch of him. 

“Love you so much…” he breathes out, lips moving to kiss your neck, your collarbone, reaching the valley of your breast, until they close around one of your nipples. You gasp when his hot tongue runs over it, as he suckles on it. “Love you more than anything…”

His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he slowly begins to undress you, slipping the very last piece of clothing off your body. There’s nothing separating you now, bare, naked bodies pressed together lovingly, adoringly, in reverent silence filled only with gasps and sighs of pleasure as Felix begins to rut against you. 

“Lix,” you gasp, tugging at his hair. “Please.” 

His mouth moves south, kissing your chest, your ribs, your stomach, until his lips finally reach your bare pussy, on full display just for him. 

“So pretty, baby,” he mumbles, leaving a series of kisses all over your groin. “So, so pretty everywhere.” 

He licks a long strip that goes from your hole right to your clit, suckling on it gently, the way he knows you love it. You half-moan, head thrown back and fingers buried in Felix’s hair as he gives you the most amazing oral sex ever, lapping at your folds, clit, everywhere, eating you out like a starved man. 

“I love everything about you…” he mumbles, eyes meeting yours, and you nearly melt. 

“Felix…” 

“I wanna prove it to you, every single day,” two of his fingers prod at your hole, wet with his spit, and you instinctively arch your back when he penetrates you with his digits. “Wanna make you feel so loved you won’t ever doubt it again.” 

You feel like your heart could explode any second now. 

He fucks you with his fingers, slowly, whilst eating you out, just as hungry of you as before. 

“That feel good?” He chuckles at you, a whimpering, whining mess under his touch. 

You nod feverishly, desperate for more. 

“Think you’re ready to take me?” He kisses your pussy once, twice, thrice, devotedly, as if you were the old thing that matters in this world. 

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, Lix, please.”

He pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt, leaving you empty and wanting. 

Felix kneels on the bed, completely naked just as you are, hard and just as yearning.  He’s breathtakingly hot like this, a sight you will never forget. 

“I’m gonna make you mine tonight,” he whispers, hands on each of your knees. “Gonna show you how much I love you.” 

He reaches the first drawer of his nightstand, the one where he keeps condom, lube, and other stuff you use in bed, grabs a foil package and opens it using his teeth. He rolls the condom on himself, then he’s back between your legs. 

Felix enters you slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. Your toes curl at the feeling of him, hard and hot, fully inside of you. He kisses you, body flush against yours, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

“I love you so much,” he says, looking you in the eye, and you squirm underneath him. 

“I love you, too,” you confess for the first time, finally finding the courage to admit your true feelings to him. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone else.” 

And he knows it’s true.

He kisses you as he begins to move inside of you, thrusting gently in and out of you, lulling you with his delicate movements. He fucks you and he gives you everything, all of him, his body, his heart. 

“You’re my world…” he whispers on your lips. 

You spread your legs wider, welcoming him even more, allowing him to sink deeper as you loop your arms around his neck. 

“The love of my life…” 

He moves faster, deeper, and you’re a mess under him as you take what he gives you. 

“Felix…” you let out a high-pitched moan, sinking your fingernails into his freckled skin. “Baby, I— I love you,” you cry out in pleasure. 

His hips snap faster to meet yours, and he feels himself getting closer to his release, so he brings his hand between your bodies. The second his fingers brush your clit, you let out a pathetic moan. 

He starts to rub tight circles on your clit, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he groans. “Please, want to feel you coming around me.” 

You nod feverishly, doing your best to indulge that feeling in your stomach, that tingle between your legs. He rubs you faster, tight little circles and eights, the tip of his cock rubbing your g-spot carefully, precisely, and within seconds you’re coming undone under him, holding onto him for dear life as an earth-shattering orgasm rips off you. 

He follows seconds after, filling up the condom with his warm cum, and then he’s collapsing on top of you, out of breath, spent, seeking your warmth, your soft kisses. 

“C’mere,” he whispers on your lips. He rolls onto his back and let you lay your head on his naked chest as he wraps his arms around you. “I really meant that, by the way…” 

“I know,” you really do. “I meant it, too.”

Felix kisses the top of your head. 

“I never wanna fight again,” he murmurs. “I’m not stupid, I know that we’ll eventually fight again, but… I don’t want it to be over jealousy or stuff like that. I want you to know that I really, really love and want only you.”

“Felix…” 

“I’m being serious,” another kiss, this time on your lips. Tender, loving, soft. “You’re it for me, you know?”

You squeeze him closer, hiding your face in his chest, kissing the soft skin. “You’re it for me, too, Lix… I’m sorry for making you doubt it.” 

“Enough with the apologies… now come here. I really missed cuddling you in my sleep.”

— 

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

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Arguments

IdolFelix! x BlackReader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ An argument with your boyfriend Felix is rare, but it happens.

Warnings~ Smut, Dom Felix, Filthy dirty talk, slightly degrading, oral, ass slapping, being tied up, messy, squirting, quick after care

Word Count~ 1.9k

Felix was exhausted these days. Eyes red, moving slower, had back problems, and was a little snappy.

But you stood by him and understood that .

The company has been working him to death, and you were getting concerned for him. 

Chan talked to you about talking to him. He knew that Felix usually listens to you. He didn't get mad at you either.

So, you put on a front as you watched him walk through the door. He sighed heavily, “Hey baby.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and limped to the bathroom. You pouted, following after him.

“Are you okay?” 

Felix turned to you, “Yeah. Don’t worry. Nothing some sleep can’t fix.”

You said nervously, “Yeah, but I’ve noticed you have been in a lot of pain.”

Felix inspected your face. “Why do you look so nervous?”

You said, “Because I’m scared to intrude. I don’t wanna get on your nerves.”

Felix laughed, but instead of reassuring you like usual, he said, “Well, if you feel like you might piss me off, then you probably will. Yeah?”

Your eyes widened in terror. What did he just say to you? His tone was snappy too. 

You get he’s tired, but that was really rude. 

You huffed, “Hey? Don’t talk to me like that. I didn’t deserve that attitude.”

Felix looked you over, “Look, Y/N. I’m tired, okay? My back is in so much pain, and the last thing I want to hear is my girlfriend nagging about my schedule.”

Your voice was quiet, “I’m not nagging.” Felix’s face got a little red. “Then what would you call it, Y/N?”

You jumped from the anger displayed on his face. You said, “I’d call it concern for your fucking health!”

Felix saw the rigidness in your posture. The way your leg couldn't stay still. The way you were avoiding eye contact.

All things to let him know you were scared. Scared of him.

You said, “You're withering in front of my eyes. You expect me to be okay with that? You’re my boyfriend. We talk about getting married and having kids. You can’t do that when you work this fucking much.”

Felix huffed, “Y/N, what the hell do you want me to do? Quit?! I have to keep going.”

You began to cry, anger boiling in your chest. “I don’t fucking care! You’re in pain. I’m already worried about Seungmin. He’s in pain, limping. You-”

You sniffled, taking a step back. Felix was angry, tired. But the way you were breaking down had him wavering.

Felix said, “Y/N?” You shooed him away, covering your face as you walked to your shared room.

You sat on the bed and just cried. You had to think. He wasn’t looking good at all. It was scary.

Even makeup couldn’t cover those eye bags. You love Felix so much that you’re genuinely scared of him losing himself on this job.

Scared he’d leave you for his dreams. It’s selfish, you know. But there comes a time when there isn't enough space for you in his career.

You hugged your knees. You heard a knock on the door and looked up. Felix was leaning against the doorway, staring.

You said, “I need a minute, Lixie.”

Felix sighed, not saying anything. He walked into the room and sat next to you.

You closed your eyes from a slight frustration. You pinched your eyes together so tight a tear escaped.

Felix looked at you and said, “What’s this about?” He held your hand, holding it tight between his warm hands.

You furrowed your eyebrows, hugging him tight. Felix hesitated in shock. His hands wrapped around you tightly.

You confessed, “I’m embarrassed to tell you.”

You pouted on his chest. Felix lay on his back, letting you lie with him.

Felix said, “I’m sorry for getting so angry. I shouldn’t do that. You’re gonna be my wife someday. I don’t want to yell at you. I should be a man.”

You furrowed your eyebrows to look at him. “What? So yelling is girly?”

Felix chuckled, “I’m not doing this with you.”

You climbed closer to kiss his lips. Felix looked at you; his eyes didn’t close when you kissed him.

You said, “Lixie, are you okay?” He nodded, “I’m going to be okay.”

You said, “But are you?”

You rolled off his chest, onto your back. Now you two were both looking at the ceiling, thinking.

You said, “I feel like I’m getting left behind a bit. We’re at that age where we should be planning our future. Yet, you’re still working just as hard as before. If not, more.”

Felix’s voice was deeper when he spoke, “No. I’m not leaving you behind. All I think about is coming home to you. I love you.”

You said, “Today didn’t feel like you looked forward to seeing me.”

You pouted, “And I missed you.”

Felix turned to his side and hugged you close. Your face was back in his chest. “All the brands I bring you… all the money I bring home, all of this is for you.”

You cupped his face, “But I want it to be for us. I want us to be okay. I want us to be happy. I want us to get what we both want and need.”

Felix smiled, “And we will. One day. Right now I have to work for you. Because I’m the man of this house and the provider. So just bear with me a little bit.”

You nodded, “Okay. I’ll calm down. Just don’t leave me, okay?”

Felix tilted his head, “That's what it's about?” He pressed his forehead into yours, digging into your skull.

“Ow! Stop!”

Felix pressed a kiss into your cheek, “Don’t ever say that again. I would never leave you.”

You pouted, “Then don’t yell at me anymore.” Felix pushed you onto your back and sat on top of you.

He pinned your arms above your head and huffed, “Okay, I’m sorry.”

You smiled, kissing him softly. This one felt like it’d lead to more.

His tongue slipped into your mouth. You huffed, wanting to touch him.

Felix pulled away to smile at you. You pouted, "Let me go." Felix smirked, his voice deep. "No. I'm gonna pin you down all night and fuck you like a toy. You understand me?"

You whined as he flipped you over. His hands were still tight around your wrist as he arched your back. Your ass was in his face. 

His lip caught between his teeth as he groaned with anticipation. He slipped your panties down your thick thighs and kissed your ass cheek. 

"I'm gonna let go, stay still, or I'll tie you up." You whimpered, and Felix dug in.

He slapped your ass before sucking right onto your bud. It was wet, messy, and you were already leaking from your hole in seconds.

Felix was groaning as he flicked and sucked all over you. It was the kind of feeling that made your arms go weak.

That's what happened. Your face planted into the pillows, shaking for any kind of recovery. 

Felix didn't stop when you came. He kept going for another round. 

You were a whimpering mess in the pillows. You couldn't even control yourself anymore. You brought your finger down to rub your clit, and Felix lightly bit your fingers. 

You sighed, pulling your fingers away. Felix quirked his eyebrow, "Mm, put your hands up."

You put your hands up, and he left for a quick moment. 

He came back with a shoestring and tape. 

You said, "You were serious?" Felix laughed, "I'm a man of my word."

You rolled your eyes, "I don't know how into this I'll be. I like to feel you."

Felix said, "Let's try something new." You looked at him, and his eyes went puppy. "We don't have to if-" You said, "No! If this is what you like, we'll try it. I trust you."

He smiled and went back to tying you up.

He pulled away to take off his shirt, and you whined, "Let me feel you."

He inched closer, letting you feel his rigid abs. God, he felt amazing. He's so hot. Sometimes you can't believe you get to see him like this.

You can't believe you're dating him.

Jesus.

Anyways, he slipped under your arms, so now your arms were around his neck, still tied together. 

He pressed more kisses into your lips. His hands slipped under your shirt to unclip the bra you wore. He sucked on your nipples. 

Your hands were shaking from pleasure. You were so sensitive to him. Everything was so slow and sensual, you couldn't understand.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy clenched around nothing for the forty-first time.

He kissed your chest, then your sternum, then he was right back to your face. He kissed all around your pretty cheeks. 

He asked, "You ready, love bug?" You nodded. 

You lifted your arms so Felix could see what he was doing. 

He unbuckled his baggy jeans and angled himself. He slipped in, the tip itself sending a wave of pleasure. 

Tonight was one of those nights where you were overly horny for absolutely no reason.

He slipped in so easily, he stumbled a bit. There was no friction from you at all.

He made his first thrust. You were soaked, feeling the wetness spilling out of your hole. Soft hums left your chest as you enjoyed yourself.

Felix looked at you, "You're so fucking wet, Y/N. Holy hell."

He thrusted deeper, and a moan finally escaped your lips. Felix smiled, "That feels good?"

You nodded, "Really good."

Felix slammed into you harder, and you cried. "F-fuck. Felix- I-I feel so good!"

His thrust stayed even. He watched with amazement. He didn't do anything especially different, but you were about to cum any moment.

Then, you yelled, "W-WAIT!"

Felix looked down, feeling you clenching around his hot, throbbing cock. He saw your pussy unravel like a flower, and a substance sprayed out of you.

It got all over his chest and abs. He watched it pool in your belly button. His rhythm faltered, "Babe?"

You started rubbing your clit, feeling more leave out of you. A shaky breath came from Felix as he felt you clench around him again.

This was messy, and felt really good. 

Then, you said, "Felix, keep going. I'm close."

Felix nodded, humping into you instead. He wanted to make sure he was only hitting that G-spot. 

You were moaning so uncontrollably, he felt himself about to cum any second. However, that wasn't what happened. Instead, you came. It came oozing out rapidly. 

He pulled out, rubbing himself hard to the sight of you. He huffed, "Fuck... holy shit, baby."

Your legs were closer together, and more cum spilled out. 

He's never seen you like this before. 

You played with your tits a bit as you said, "I feel really good." Felix came in his hand pathetically. You were on something different today. He was loving it.

Between the tied-up hands, the cum oozing out, the moans and shaky breaths, and your smell, he was overdue.

He leaned over you and kissed you gently. "Wanna take a bath?"

You hummed. So, he picked you up and brought you to the bathroom where you two bathed together.

He was washing your back, letting his head rest on your shower cap. "Baby, I love you."

You smiled, "I love you more." You turned to look at him, and Felix was there, smiling at you.

[duckyracha]

Aｃｃｉｄｅｎｔａｌ Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ

우발적 고백

Description:You accidentally confess because you’re half asleep. What's his response to that?

Warning: OT8,fluff

Note: I'll make a part 2 of the aftermath of this

Listening: After you by Stray kids (This & That album)

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[s-halazia]

More Than Friends? - LFX

Felix x Fem Singer Best Friend Reader Contents: smut, best friends to lovers, making out, fingering, p in v Synopsis: When you meet up with your online best friend Felix for the first time since your break up, you find that maybe love’s not dead after all.

Best Friend! Felix who became your best friend after meeting you at Lollapalooza when Stray Kids headlined back in 2024. His sister was a big fan of yours and he asked you for a video for her.

Best Friend! Felix who stayed in touch with you from a respectful distance, knowing you had a boyfriend.

Best Friend! Felix who started to grow closer. He couldn’t help his feelings. Not when you talked about how your boyfriend had been weird and distance since you got back from your North American tour.

Best Friend! Felix who when the break up happened, became your rock. You went to him with everything. He made sure you ate, stayed off social media, had good distractions.

Best Friend! Felix who was so in love with you but knew getting into a relationship with you would ruin everything. You weren’t ready for another relationship. Not even close to it.

Best Friend! Felix who would facetime you whenever he could. You’d talk for hours and his feelings only grew stronger.

Best Friend! Felix who was the only reason you got through the Asian and European legs of your tour. You were miserable but at least you had Felix to talk to.

Best Friend! Felix who always knew what you were thinking and what to say and when you’d thank you and tell him you loved him, his heart ached and soared all at the same time.

Best Friend! Felix who after months, endless tour stops for both of you, and about a thousand phone calls, finally got to meet up with you in Japan when you had the time off to come see his concert.

Best Friend! Felix who came to your hotel room the night before the show and couldn’t help but drift closer to you in bed as you cuddled and laughed at ridiculous Tik Toks.

Best Friend! Felix who who wanted nothing more than to kiss you, but didn’t.

Best Friend! Felix who the night after the concert couldn’t help himself anymore.

Best Friend! Felix who started with a small, simple forehead kiss to test the waters.

Best Friend! Felix who was surprised when you kissed him afterwards.

Best Friend! Felix who was even more surprised when you ended up on top of him, straddling him with your tongue in his mouth.

Best Friend! Felix who had to stop himself. He had to be up tomorrow for his flight and it was already late. And he knew you weren’t ready for more yet.

Best Friend! Felix who asked you to come back to Korea with him so you had time to do this the way he wanted to.

Best Friend! Felix who for the next few days played house with you in his apartment. You cooked and baked together, ate together, slept in the same bed. It wasn’t until the night before you had to leave that you decided you were ready.

Best Friend! Felix who knew you hadn’t had sex since your break up four months ago and he planned to treat you gently.

Best Friend! Felix who took his time kissing your body and making sure you felt safe and loved.

Best Friend! Felix who took his time stretching you out on his fingers, making you cum twice so he knew you were relaxed and ready for him.

Best Friend! Felix who took you in missionary that night. Pressing sweet kisses to your face to stop you from hiding it.

Best Friend! Felix who felt oh so good inside of you, reaching places you just can’t hit on your own.

Best Friend! Felix who when you came around him, thought he was in heaven the way your tight, soft walls spasmed and squeezed him tight.

Best Friend! Felix who knew you were addicted when about 20 minutes later you were on him again. Desperate to get him back inside you.

Best Friend! Felix who watched in awe as you rode him with vigor. The way your face pinched from taking him so deep. The way you were still so tight around him. The way you moaned and cried his name like a plea.

Best Friend! Felix who who came harder than he probably ever had in his life from the show you were putting on on top of him.

Best Friend! Felix who as you collapsed on top of his twitching and whining about how good it was, knew he could never go back to just being friends.

[annalushy]

𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 - "𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽"

𝓐𝓾: No one asked for ts jst thought I needed some Fefe in my life😼😼

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Mainly this is a fluffy fic, smut with plot, steamy romance bits, size kink, sweet missionary sex, mentions of past child abuse, nipple play, mentions of drug use and rehab

Today was your anniversary, you and Felix have been dating for a year officially. And it was the best year ever cause of him.

"You look beautiful tonight" he says as you arrive at the restaurant you two booked for this special night, "Thanks" you smile at him and take your seat across from him, the candle lit between you both on the table.

Once the waiter takes your orders, both drinks and food on the way now, you both reach across the table and hold eachothers hands. "How was your trip with your sister?" you ask him; you knew he went on a vacation with his sister Olivia to his home in Sydney, Australia. Felix taps his chin and shrugs his shoulders upward slightly "It was good, we saw our parents and went to go help at the animal shelter" he grabs his phone from his pocket and shows you cute pictures of cats and dogs, "That's sweet of you, Fefe".

You always called him Fefe at random times, and of course he loves it when you do.

Your glasses of wine and food arrives as the waiter sets it on the table in front of you both, "Let's eat", Felix speaks up after the waiter leaves as he spreads out a napkin on his lap, digging into his dish as you do the same with yours.

Midway through eating you get a call on your phone all of the sudden “I’ll take this real quick”, he nods and you pick up the call with a soft “Hello?”. Your hand holding your phone to your ear starts shaking; your father is calling from the rehab center.

Call:

“Hi honey” your dads says through the phone

“what do you want? More drugs to drug yourself?!” You whisper harshly into the phone.

“No… I wanna apologize. For what I did to you and your mother…”

“so now after fucking 10 years you finally decide to say a simple sorry?! Abuse is unforgivable!!”

“I know… but I wanna see you again” he pleaded desperately

“Over my dead body! Not after you have mom taking all this therapy every day now and I am always shaking!” Your voice trembles and you hang up the call, your eyes tearing up.

”Princess? What’s wrong?” Felix catches onto your behavior and calls over the waiter to give you both the bill, he pays the money quickly and walks with you hand in hand to his car. “Tell me. Please” he pleads; he is already seated in the drivers seat with you in the passenger seat, your crying into your hands “My dad called from the rehab center…”, you sobbed.

He frowns and starts driving to his apartment, the night young and dark. “He doesn’t matter. That asshole ain’t ever gon hurt you ever again” he clutches your hand tightly across the dashboard as he drives one handedly.

The moment you both arrive home he leads you to the bedroom and once in there he locks the door, “He probably called cause he wants me to take him outta rehab”, you sigh as you sit on the bed and groan. “That bastard has gotta have some serious guts to do that. He fucking abused you for your whole childhood!” he exclaims and sits beside you to rub the small of your back to calm you down. You relax a bit at Felix’s touch and start to stop thinking about your father, “Yeah… “, you say in a breathy tone, “You’re my princess, Y/N. And I’ll always treat you like one”, Felix places a soft kiss to your cheek then to your forehead.

“I think I need to show what a princess you are. Lemme worship you, baby”, he speaks lowly to you as he gets over you and hovers, pinning you down to the mattress, “Okay, Fefe”, you giggle and smile. He smiles at your adorable expression, “There’s my girl”, he says as he slowly tugs up your shirt and tosses it to the ground. “You like my new bra? It has a pink bow in the middle”, you speak softly to him as he coos at how cute the pink bra is on you, “Its adorable. Just like you”.

Felix’s gentle hands move to slowly unclasp your bra, it joining your shirt on the ground. His finger quickly find your nipples and circle them in slow motions, getting a cute “ah~” pulled from you. The way your back arches up at his touch makes something snap inside of him, his hands already moving down your body and to your skirt, disposing of it. “The panties match your bra. How cute”, Felix coos again at the sight and tugs them off, leaving you nude, “It’s cold in here, babe”. Your body shivers at the temperature in the room and he frowns at it “I’ll make you warm in a second princess”.

He grinds his hard bulge against your thigh as he removes his shirt, “So big… holy…” you whimper as he grinds, “You’ll be able to take this cock princess. I know I’m big”. He discards his pants and boxers as his large erection springs free, already leaking pre-cum.

Your glistening folds pulse in need at the sight of his cock, veins pulsing in need, “Please… I want you to make love to me”, you whisper.

Felix doesn’t waste anymore time as he slowly pushes in inch by inch until he’s balls deep inside you, “Taking it like a champ. Like a proper princess…”, he grunts as he starts a slow and sweet pace that has you on cloud nine. He strokes your hair softly as he kisses you the same way as he thrusts, “Your perfect” he mumbles between kisses, “And you treat your princess perfectly… mmm”, you respond with a soft breathy moan.

“And I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are… forever” ……..

Ts was not asked for nor needed by anyone😼

……….

But I needed it like the need I have for a man like this👀👀👀🙏🙏

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[sereia4skz]

written | the beach & sunscreen

pairing: lee felix x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship

event masterlist: #SummerStarFalls

word count: 1.1k

The morning sea breeze was crisp and cool, carrying the salty scent of the tide as the golden sun barely began its climb into the pale blue sky.

"Hold on, Lix, the cooler is slipping!" you called out, trying to balance two folding chairs and a canvas bag over your shoulder while trailing behind Felix.

Felix didn't slow down, his bare feet sinking into the soft, unblemished morning sand with energetic strides. He was carrying the massive beach umbrella over his shoulder like a lance, his blonde hair tossing lightly in the wind. A brilliant, wide smile was practically glued to his face as he looked back at you, his deep brown eyes glittering with excitement.

"Come on, slowpoke! We need to claim the best spot right by the water before everyone else shows up!" he beamed, taking a dramatic, bounding leap over a gentle sand dune.

By the time you caught up to him, Felix had already driven the spiked end of the umbrella into the sand with surprising strength, opening the broad blue shade over a flat patch of beach. He tossed his woven tote onto the sand and immediately dropped to his knees, burying his hands in the cool, untouched sand.

"Look how quiet it is," he murmured happily, looking out over the endless stretch of sparkling water, where gentle waves were lapping against the shore. "It's perfect today."

"It really is," you agreed, setting down the gear and unrolling your oversized towels under the umbrella's shadow. "Which means we're going to keep it perfect by being smart."

You unzipped the front pouch of your tote, pulling out a brand-new tube of high-SPF sunscreen. Felix immediately let out a dramatic, playful groan, flopping backward onto his back in the sand.

"We just got here!" he whined playfully, squinting up at you through long, dark eyelashes. "The sun is barely even hot yet!"

"Which makes it the best time to apply a base layer," you countered sternly, kneeling beside him and squeezing a cool dollop of white lotion onto your fingers. "Hold still."

Felix sighed, but he sat up obediently, tilting his chin up as you gently smoothed the lotion across his cheeks, over the delicate bridge of his freckled nose, and down his neck. He melted under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your palm, a soft, content hum vibrating in his chest.

"See? That wasn't so bad," you said, squeezing his cheek.

"Fine, fine," Felix chuckled, quickly standing up and shaking his shoulders out like a puppy. "I let you put it on once! Now I'm going in!"

Before you could remind him about re-applying every two hours, he was already dashing toward the water with a high-pitched yell, his bare feet kicking up wet spray as he dove headfirst into the cresting morning waves.

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"Lix, seriously, come under the umbrella for two minutes," you called out, squinting against the blinding glare of the sun as you smoothed another layer of SPF 50 across your arms. "You've been out there for three hours. You're going to turn into a lobster."

Felix turned back toward your beach setup, water splashing around his knees as he flashed a brilliant, blinding smile. His blonde hair was slicked back, wet from diving into the waves, and his golden skin glinted under the harsh heat.

"I'm totally fine!" he called back, his voice bright and airy over the rushing sound of the surf. He patted his cheek playfully. "My skin loves the sun. Besides, the freckles are blooming!"

"The freckles are gorgeous, Felix, but UV radiation does not care about your aesthetic," you warned, holding up the spray bottle of sunscreen like a weapon. "Just let me spray your shoulders."

"In a bit, promise!" he laughed, waving a hand dismissively before turning right back around to chase another cresting wave into the ocean.

You let out a dramatic sigh, shaking your head as you sank back into your beach chair. He’s going to regret this so badly later.

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By five in the afternoon, the sky had shifted into a bruised palette of violet and warm gold, and Felix’s stubborn confidence had completely, utterly collapsed.

Back in your air-conditioned beach rental, Felix was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but loose cotton shorts, looking like a thoroughly defeated puppy. The golden glow he had boasted about earlier was completely gone, replaced by a deep, glowing, fire-engine red across his shoulders, chest, and the bridge of his nose.

"Don't say it," Felix whimpered softly, his voice muffled against his hands as you walked out of the bathroom holding a chilled tub of aloe vera gel.

"I didn't say a word," you replied innocently, though you couldn't resist a small, teasing smirk as you pulled up a chair in front of him. "How are we feeling, Sunshine?"

"Everything is hot," he whined softly, slowly lowering his hands to reveal his flushed face. His bottom lip was stuck out in a deep, pitiful pout, his big brown eyes practically shining with regret. "My back feels like a heat lamp. Even the breeze from the fan stings."

"Well, that’s what happens when you fight the sun," you cooed softly, your tone shifting from teasing to gentle caretaking as you rubbed a generous blob of cool green gel between your palms. "Alright, lean forward slightly. This is going to be cold."

Felix tensed up in anticipation, bracing himself with his hands on his knees. "Go easy..."

The moment your gel-slicked palms gently touched his burning shoulder blades, a sharp, breathless gasp tore from his throat. His shoulders hiked up to his ears, a tiny, adorable squeak escaping him before the soothing chill of the aloe began to sink into his inflamed skin.

"Shh, easy, I've got you," you murmured softly, using flat, feathery strokes to smooth the gel across his upper back and shoulders.

Slowly, as the cooling sensation took over, the tension in Felix's frame began to melt away. A long, shuddering sigh released from his chest, his head drooping forward until his forehead rested lightly against your sternum, seeking your solid warmth.

"It feels so good," he mumbled into your shirt, his hands reaching up to delicately circle your waist, careful not to press his sunburnt forearms against anything rough. "You were right. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Apology accepted," you giggled softly, pressing a quick, dry kiss to the top of his damp, blonde head. "Though you're stuck on house arrest until this red turns into a tan."

"Does house arrest mean you'll cuddle me and feed me fruit?" Felix asked, tilting his flushed face up just enough to look at you through his long eyelashes, a tiny, mischievous glint returning to his eyes despite his tender skin.

"Only if you promise to let me douse you in sunscreen next time," you countered, gently dabbing a bit of aloe right onto the red tip of his nose.

Felix wrinkled his nose, leaning up to press a sweet, warm kiss to your jaw. "Deal."

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[97latte]

inexperienced!felix <3

inexperienced!felix who always stares at your tits and thinks that you don’t notice

inexperienced!felix who literally cums in his pants after your makeout session because your hand brushed across his crotch

inexperienced!felix who thinks about what your mouth would feel like, as he showers, running his hand under the warm water and creating an ‘o’ shape with his hand, fisting his cock

inexperienced!felix who physically cannot stop himself from getting hard all the time around you - actually, not even just around you. he catches a whiff of your perfume in a store, he is getting hard right there and then

inexperienced!felix who accidentally (he promises it was an accident!!!) walks into the bathroom when you’re stepping out of the shower and his mind goes completely blank. the only words he can splutter out are sorry’s and oh’s.

inexperienced!felix who gets pinned down by you who is still damp from the shower, and he really, really likes it

inexperienced!felix who moans when he touches your body as if he is feeling the pleasure for you

inexperienced!felix who does not understand the pacing of foreplay, or of the actual act of fucking you and just ruts himself against you, and inside of you at uncontrollable speed

inexperienced!felix who is a whiner before a groaner - whimpering with his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes watering and red splotches appearing in his chest from all of the excitement

inexperienced!felix who cums so deep in you that you see stars, and instead of pulling out, he holds you there on top of him, his cock still throbbing with pent-up need

inexperienced!felix who flips you onto your back for round two, since he is no longer inexperienced and this man is still horny!!!!

a/n: i’m back!!! (jk i just decided to finish and edit a badly written draft 😫) perverted/inexperienced felix just lived in my head rent free for so long i needed to share this with someone… but i’m sorry!! work has been kicking my ass and my creativity has been sucked out 🫠

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𓋼 Happy STAY Day! 𓋼

𓍊 Poly! OT8! Skz x Reader

𓍊 It’s STAY’s birthday! Of course your boys have to celebrate!

𓍊 Warnings: suggestive, smut mentions, silliness

𓍊 Note: happy stay day everyone!

𓍊 this is a fictional characterization of all people/characters meant purely for fictional purposes

𓍊 Masterlist

𓍊 permanent taglist: @aiyanotfound @chryssi-kitten @wendigo-the-deer @niku0704 @yessirfelix

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Fated Part 3 (Chan)

content warning: first time having sex; omegaverse

PREQUEL TO PART 1 & 2

Link to Part 1

Masterlist

Minors DNI🔞

word count: 2986

Age 16

You had heard from your human friends time and time again that the worst part of their month was their period. For you, that wasn't the case.

Whenever your app informed you that you were ovulating, Chan became weird. If Changbin tried to sit by you at lunch, he'd growl until he moved a few seats away. During walks to class, he kept his arm fastened around you and was a lot more clingy than normal.

At night, once he secured the house by locking all windows and doors, he'd use your newfound shared bed privileges to nuzzle your neck and wrap his limbs like a puzzle. "Jeongin is on watch today," he sighed as he buried his head where your mark would soon be.

Chan always had one of his Betas on guard during this particular week. You weren't sure why, but it seemed important to him that you were extra protected.

"Channie, are you okay?" you asked. He felt hotter than usual as if he were running a fever.

"Mhm," he hummed. You weren't sure if he realized he was grinding against your hip. You hadn't been physical with him yet...not like that, so you pulled away a little until he noticed what he was doing and yanked you back with an apology.

"Channie, I'm not ready to have sex yet," you reminded him.

"I know little mate," he cooed as he kissed your neck, smirking against your skin when it made you shiver. "You just smell really good. Fuck I've never smelled anything like it before."

"Am I in heat?" you asked. You were told that your heat would make you irresistible to him.

"No," he answered. "But if you smell this good not in heat, I can't wait until you are."

You couldn't help but blush. If you were in heat Chan would be the one to take care of you...which meant he'd have a lot of sex with you...and knot you...

Chan let out a whimper. "Little mate, please think about anything else. It's like you're tempting me."

The realization of what he meant had you so embarrassed that you fought against his grip. "You can smell me when I'm..." you began, eyeing the window where Jeongin was undoubtedly posted before whispering, "...turned on?"

"Yes," he admitted as he pressed a hand on your stomach to hold you against him. "And you smell delicious little mate. It's driving me crazy."

"I can put on another pair of sweatpants," you offered, but Chan growled lowly at the idea.

"Do not take your scent away from me, little mate. It is mine to enjoy."

"But...but if you can't control yourself..."

Chan pressed you beneath him on the bed, hovering just barely above your lips. "As your mate, I will control myself because you require it of me. I will not push you farther than you are ready for. I would be a terrible mate to do such a thing."

You kissed him softly for easing your fears. Of course, Chan wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He loved you. "So you want me to think naughty things?"

Chan bit his lip and cocked his brow, eyeing you curiously. "What has my little mate smelling so lovely?" he asked with a large inhale. His pupils were blown out when he exhaled.

"I was thinking about what it would be like to be knotted," you confessed.

Chan dropped his head to your chest and plopped right on top of you like a weighted blanket. You laughed and held him close, heart racing when he pressed a kiss to the center of your chest.

"Don't you want to know what else?" you teased.

Chan shook his head. "If I hear my little mate mention me knotting her one more time I might lose what little self-control I have left. So why don't you keep thinking, and I'll just lay right here enjoying myself."

You could feel your core dampen at the desperation in his voice, and in return Chan hummed and kissed your neck again. "Good girl. Just like that."

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Age 19

You were drenched in sweat when you awoke. Every muscle ached and your core was dripping. Behind you Chan gripped you tighter, his hard cock pressing against you.

You clutched your stomach, trying to get rid of the cramps plaguing you, but it was no use. "Channie," you whined, turning to him with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Unlike every other morning when he asked for a few more minutes of sleep, his eyes snapped open, immediately sensing you were in pain. "What's wrong, little mate?" he asked as he took in every bit of you, checking for wounds as he sometimes clawed you in your sleep just to keep you against him.

"I don't know," you replied while wincing and gripping his arm through the pain. Fuck his arm felt good...so lean and strong.

"Shit," Chan hissed as he breathed you in. The scent of your arousal filled the air, and he couldn't ignore the way it made him feel. He pushed you back against the bed and leaned in for a kiss, his waist settling against yours. It all happened so fast, but the moment you felt his cock drive against your clothed core, you felt a million times better.

"Am I in heat?" you asked between kisses. It was the only conclusion that made sense.

"No," he answered much to your disappointment. "It's a flare. They happen when you're primed to breed just like a heat, but they aren't as intense."

You ground your hips against his and pulled on his shirt to tug it off—thankful that he obliged. "Feels intense," you told him before nuzzling into his shoulder.

"I know it does. I've had ruts ever since you started sleeping in the same bed as me, but I know they'll be worse once you're in heat," he explained as he pressed a kiss to your neck where he planned to mark you.

"You've been having ruts all this time?" you frowned. "Doesn't that mean you need to..."

Chan kissed you softly, letting his plump, pink lips wash away whatever concerns you had. "You weren't ready to be with me in that way, little mate. I wasn't going to put you through that."

"You suffered for months just for me?" you asked, eyes softening as you took in your perfect mate with his gentle heart and muscled chest.

"It wasn't suffering, little mate. I'm happy to be whatever you need me to be. You needed me to keep anything physical to a minimum, so I did.”

You considered what he said and ground against him again, lips parting in a sigh from how perfect his cock was sliding against your core. "And what if I need more now?" you asked, body desperate to be known by him.

Chan let out a low growl that had you soaking through your panties. It was seductive and needy, and right away he was tearing through the layers of clothes like an animal.

It took seconds for him to strip you of everything…to discard the shreds of fabric to the floor without care. You gasped and went to cover yourself, but he pressed your hands back against the bed and rode his tip along your slick. You never could've guessed how good something so simple could feel.

"Chan," you whined, head lolling back to expose your neck.

He couldn't bite it...not yet... but he sucked where your mark would go, leaving behind a hickey for all to see. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this," he groaned as he continued taunting you.

You were sure he could sense how badly you needed him. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and every breath came out shaky. With each drive of his cock, the cramps faded. It was becoming clear that Chan was your medicine.

"Fuck me," you begged, eyes pinched shut in lust. "Please Channie."

He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling your attention away from your hips and into the kiss. His warm tongue slid into your mouth, tangling with yours as moans slipped out.

He pulled back with a satisfied hiss, and let his forehead fall against yours. When your eyes connected, he playfully kissed the tip of your nose. It tickled, and you ended up smiling stupidly at him. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

Chan sighed and shook his head, earning a pout. "You weren't interested in fucking yesterday, little mate. I don't want your flare to overpower your actual wants."

"But Channie," you argued, trying to wrestle free from his grip. "It feels like it won't get better until you're inside me."

Chan smirked as if hearing his little mate say such needy things was the peak of his existence. "I can take care of your flare in other ways," he promised as he drove his tip back through your core. You were dripping onto his cock as if your body was calling to him.

"Doesn't this feel good?" he rasped as he continued to work you up.

You squeezed his hands tight and writhed through the pleasure building. You weren't sure that what he was doing would be enough to send you over the edge. And yet, you wanted to try.

"You're already so wet for me little mate. You greedy pussy is begging to be fucked," he rasped before nibbling on your neck and sucking a sensitive spot by your ear. He was so controlled and sexy...he was your alpha. "But we're not fucking today. You're going to lie there and learn what it's like to be pleasured everywhere else."

"Need more," you pleaded breathlessly. Everything felt incredible, but if he really could show you how to cum without fucking, you wanted to see it.

"You look so fucking beautiful," he groaned, his words hot on your skin as he released your hands to trail his fingers down your side. You shivered, chest grazing his when you did so.

"One day, I’m going to take my time burying my cock into you,” he described as he grazed your chest, pausing to brush his thumb over your nipples until they were hard.

You cursed beneath your breath and held his shoulders. They felt bigger than usual…stronger.

“I’ll stretch out your pussy, make it mold to my cock so that you remember where every vein is…” he continued, his hand gliding over your stomach.

“Channie, please,” you cried out. Every touch felt like fireworks…it always had since he was your mate, but this was different. It was much more intense.

He inhaled through his teeth and bit his lip when he reached your inner thigh. It was as though he were trying to drive you mad with his almost-touches.

“Maybe I’ll tease you like this for a while,” he smirked, his fingers tracing your bikini line, but never crossing over to touch your cunt.

It was cruel, really, to even suggest such a thing. “Alpha…please,” you begged.

Chan purred against you and then everything stilled.

He’d only done that once before…right after your first kiss. He’d said it was involuntary and a result of complete and utter happiness.

Before you could point out what he’d done, he was on you. His lips were moving feverishly against yours and his cock was riding up and down your slick even quicker. The hand that had been close to touching your cunt now held your cheek, much to your disappointment, but he purred again before you could complain.

“Maybe my little mate has earned a treat for being so sweet,” he offered with a kiss to the hickey he left. As usual, you whined when his lips touched the sensitive skin. “Maybe my little mate has earned my tip.”

Right away you eagerly spread your legs. You wanted Chan in you so badly that even part of him would do.

“Promise me, baby. Promise that you won’t be greedy. We’re just using the tip today,” he sighed as he dragged his cock up and down your core.

“I promise, Channie. I promise to be good,” you moaned. You grabbed his hand to hold, and kissed over every finger while he aligned himself. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and when he finally kissed you again, he pressed in.

One inch. Then two. Chan pulled back before he ventured too far, but you were already addicted.

“God you feel so warm. So warm and so fucking tight. How is that possible when you’re this wet?” he complained as he pushed in. Again he just barely let his tip slide in, but already the flare was fading.

“It already feels so much better Channie. I just needed you,” you whimpered. Every kiss stole your breath away and every thrust made your heart flutter. You could’ve stayed in this bed being fucked by his tip for days. It was pure bliss.

“Of course you needed me, little mate. I’m made for you,” he groaned as he added a third inch. You weren’t sure if it was on purpose, but then a fourth slipped in and a fifth.

“Keep going,” you urged, voice shaky with need.

Chan whimpered against your ear and licked your mark. His movements were quicker, sharper. He was mindlessly fucking you, and with every added inch the flare dissipated even more.

You weren’t sure you could keep your promise to be good anymore. You wanted all of him. You wanted him so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. You wanted his cum filling every crevice of your cunt…so warm and thick.

“Fuck. Fuck you smell good,” he groaned as he moved in 6 inches this time. He rocked against you harshly, shaking the bed and your tits which he eyed with a bite of his lip.

Seven inches sank in. Then eight. Each thrust came with more of his cock…and every addition made you dizzy with desire.

“Channie…fill me. Please just fill me,” you cried as you clawed at his shoulders to keep him close. “I wanna feel all of you.”

Chan purred again and in one swift movement he listened. You weren’t sure how big his cock was since you couldn’t count that high at the moment, but you knew that your pussy was made for him.

He stayed buried deep, kissing you through the throbbing of your cunt as you grew used to his size. Every vein on his cock probed your insides, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that he confessed, “I think you put me in a rut, little mate. I don’t know if I can control myself right now.” He looked so ashamed that your heart broke.

You held his cheek and urged him to look at you again, exhaling in relief when he lifted his gaze. “You don’t have to hold back Channie. I want you…I want all of you. I promise.”

“Yeah?” he asked, hips already rocking again.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. You were certain you were close now. Everything was starting to feel more sensitive.

“You want my cum dripping down your thighs after it spills out of your perfect pussy?” he rasped as he thrust harshly.

“Yes… Yes Channie!” you moaned.

“You want to feel so sore that you can barely walk?”

Your heart sped at the thought of Chan’s biceps flexing as he carried you from room to room.

“You don’t have to answer, little mate. I can smell how turned on you are,” he reminded you as he sucked another spot beneath your ear until he popped up. “I bet you also like when I leave hickeys on your neck. They’re like practice marks aren’t they, little mate? They let you be claimed by me for everyone to see.”

You went to answer but he hushed you with a kiss.

“I can smell your answer little mate. You love being mine. You’re fucking perfect for me,” he breathed. You latched on for a kiss as his pace increased until his body was slapping against yours.

You pulled away to yelp between thrusts, to urge him on. Chan grabbed onto the headboard with his claws and drove so hard into you that your body ached. Your thighs burned from the pace and your arms hurt from holding onto him. Everything felt exhausted and desperate, and all you wanted was to cum.

And to cum, all you needed was one last look from Channie. You collapsed in a fit of squirms and moans as you spilled onto Channie’s cock.

He kept fucking you through the high until the headboard crashed and cracked down the center Sending him deeper into you where he finally came.

He kissed you as his hips stuttered, massaged your aching thighs until every bit of your pussy was full of his warmth. You were smiling with twinkling eyes when he finally pulled back to check on you.

The corner of his lips tugged when he realized you were happy. “So your flare feels better?” he teased.

“Feels like it was never here,” you grinned.

Chan laughed into another kiss, and rolled beside you on the bed to cuddle. You weren’t sure if it was the sex or the nakedness, but you’d never felt closer to him before.

“Channie?” you called, distracting him from the work he was doing on your neck.

“Yes, little mate?”

You took a deep breath and laid back beneath him, eager to look up at his confused face.

“Yes?” he repeated.

“I want to do that again,” you offered just as he began to thrust.

[leislibrary]

texting boyfriend felix

☆ but you're freaks <3 contains: suggestive, smut. minors do not interact i am so serious. blurred nsfw visuals under the cut! masterlist / more of the same

☆ note: the spiritual successor to texting needy felix on tour. i love him so bad.

☆ note: let's all join hands and say our sacred motto: "if lei proofreads these she will surely die" thank you

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[haniqk]

˖°⭑.ᐟ SICKNESS BOREDOM

Paring ₊˚⊹⋆ boyfriend felix x f reader

summary ₊˚⊹⋆ you and your boyfriend find a way to cure your sickness boredom /or/ you see how long you can ride felix for while being sick.

Warnings ₊˚⊹⋆ SMUT, minors DNI, F/M, praise, breeding, sex while sick, p in v, marking (slightly), please let me know if I’m missing something.

Authors note ₊˚⊹⋆ I didn’t proofread or anything lol. I wrote it in a few hours so there might very well be grammar errors or spelling mistakes.

WC ₊˚⊹⋆ 2.7k

Thank you stayfreaky143 for requesting!! I tried tagging but it didn’t work :(

BANG CHAN VER / LEE FELIX VER

It was one of Felix’s days off, and you felt sick. so you guys decided on staying home today, meaning Felix had been playing video games all day while you laid in his bed suffering from your sickness.

You got bored scrolling through your phone after a while, hearing his keyboard clicking all day, and you felt like you were getting worse the longer you stared at your phone. You put your phone down but you ended up just staring at the ceiling, having nothing to do. Eventually you sat up glancing over at your boyfriend who was still locked in on his computer.

It had been hours, you thought he would be done by now. You wanted his attention, to be near him, you don’t know, You just wanted him.

You get up out of his bed slowly, throwing the comforter off your legs as you hop out the bed, and walk over to his desk. Your hand goes to the back of his chair, watching the screen before looking down at him. He saw you in his peripheral vision, and glanced up at you, giving you a smile and lifting one hand to take his headphones off one ear, as his eyes went back to the game as he spoke.

“Are you feeling better?”

You shake your head even though he’s focused back on the game. “No.”

He didn’t glance back up as he spoke again. “what’s up?”

You hesitate before speaking. You didn’t wanna be annoying by telling him you wanted his attention when he was clearly busy. Just being next to him was fine.you shake your head “Nothing, just wanted to watch.”

Felix looked up at you, not believing your words. He blinked once before scooting back from his desk in his chair and opening his arms. “Come here.”

You sigh pretending to be annoyed. He always knew how to read you. You hesitate still worried you were being annoying. He saw your hesitation and smirked, hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and pulling you to sit on his lap.

As you settle on his thigh, his arms go around you, scooting the chair so his hands can reach the keyboard again. His lips kiss your shoulder before he rests his chin on you, looking up at the side of your face. “Let me finish this match, okay?”

You look down at him, feeling his eyes on you and nod. His focus goes back to the screen. Your eyes watched him start his match, but your mind was elsewhere. His chest pressed against your back, his arms around you, and his head hovering over your shoulder to see the screen.

Your eyes went down to his hands tapping on the keyboard, all the rings he liked to wear daily despite not leaving the house at all. It was hard not to think about the feeling you get when his fingers are inside you. How they hit right at your spot, how good it feels when he makes you cum like that. You look down, away from his hands, feeling your face heat up.

Were you in heat? Maybe. You were ovulating and it was possible your body heat from being sick was adding to it. Felix was just talking to his team through his mic, still focused on the game, unbothered with you sitting in his lap as he played.

You shuffle slightly in his lap, already knowing your panties we’re going to be damp in a few seconds. Without meaning to, you ended up sitting closer to his member feeling it on your ass. You go back to watching the screen hoping it would take your mind off things.

“You okay?”

Your body stiffens before you nod casually, a bit caught off guard. You could feel his eyes switching from you to the monitor. “I’m good.”

He stopped moving and watched your face for only a moment before going back to the game. When you looked at the screen the timer only had a few seconds left before the match ended. When the timer finally went out and the match was over, he started saying goodbyes to his teammates as he left their party and closed the game.

When he was done, you watched his hands move from his keyboard, to your waist, his lips kissing your shoulder and slowly going up your neck. You felt ticklish so you rolled your eyes, giggling softly at the sensation. You felt his lips turn into a smile as he pulled his lips away from your neck to whisper in your ear.

“Are you sure you're doing okay, angel?”

You turn to face before looking down and nodding, your body subconsciously melting into his arms around your waist, at the sound of his voice. “Mhm.”

He watches your eyes avoiding his and smiles wider, hesitating before speaking. “…you know if you’re needy, you can tell me right?”

Your cheeks turn more red then they already were, as you roll your eyes, looking the opposite way from him. “I wasn’t needy, I’m just bored, I haven’t done anything but stare at my phone all day.”

You felt his eyes watching you as his thumb hooked into your waist band. “Well how sick are you feeling?”

You blink, slowly turning your head to look at him again. You felt hot, but it wasn’t like a terrible headache, and you can't move, type of sickness. You just shrug, acting like you don’t feel his hand at your waist band. “Not super bad. Why?”

He smiles seeing your face and leans closer, softly kissing your lips before speaking. “You wanna try something new since you're bored?”

You already wanted to give up. Your body was already weak from being sick, so saying you wanted to see how long you could ride him for was a stupid idea. You don’t know why that’s the first thing that came to your mind when he asked you, but he wasn’t letting you give up now that you started.

“Come on, angel. A little more, okay?”

You groan and whine sliding back down on his cock. You have already been going for a while. Your arms are resting on his shoulders, using them to move yourself up and down, his hands on your thighs, guiding you as well. You regret your choice. You wanted him to fuck you. “Fuck- Felix please-“

“Baby, please?” His hands tighten on your thighs pulling you all the way down on his cock, making your cunt feel full. “Just one orgasm? I wanna see you cum, you look so pretty like this.”

You whine looking up at his soft, pouting eyes. You didn't feel pretty at all. You still had mascara from yesterday on, your face was puffy from laying in bed all day, and with being sick in general you didn’t feel that pretty.

He tilts his head, waiting for your response. You groan softly, putting your head against his shoulder as he continues to help lift your hips and go back down on him. He smiled seeing you not give up.

Your body felt like it was overheating, you both had no clothes on, but fuck it was hot. Your breath was heavy, eyes threatening to close, body shaky and weak under his touch. The room was dark with nothing but the moonlight and his red leds lighting up the room. You tried telling him it was too corny when he turned them on. He claimed it was setting the mood, and you just rolled your eyes as he helped you take off your shirt. That was one thing you loved about him. He always made you smile.

Even now while you're struggling to keep up with his hands guiding you up and down. “You're so sensitive right now.”

You hide your face in his shoulder and scoff an embarrassed smile. “Can you not?”

He hums in response, seeing you hiding your face against him. He holds you closer whispering in your ear. “Let me see your face, angel.”

You hesitate before pulling away from his shoulder and looking up at him. He smiles seeing your red face and now smudged mascara. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You roll your eyes, and shake your head seeing him being so playful, and scoff a smile before putting your hands on his face and leaning up to kiss his lips. You felt his smile against your own, before he slipped his tongue inside. You hum in response, as you both grind your body’s together, wanting to feel as much of each other as you could.

One of your hands moves to his long blonde hair, running your fingers through it before pulling slightly. You hear his low, deep groan, as you pull away to breathe for a second. Immediately your lips are back on each other.

You feel his hands moving your hips to help you pick up the pace. Your body jerks once at the sudden feeling and you pull away from the kiss needing to catch your breath feeling the heat in your core pooling up. You lean your forehead against his, focused on what he was making your body feel.

He looks up at your face, biting his lip as he listens to the groaning sounds you were making. “You like that?”

You clench at his words, feeling embarrassed, looking down, and nod slowly after hesitating. He brings one hand to your face, holding your chin and making you look up. “Keep looking at me, angel. I don’t want you looking away.”

You bite your lip trying to contain a moan from slipping out, and watch him holding eye contact while still keeping your body’s moving together. You felt chills running down your body from how deeply he was staring at you. His dark brown eyes, his light freckles along his cheeks, his lips slowly going into a loving smile as he watched your face.

How did you get so lucky? Everything about him was beautiful. He was always calling you his angel but sometimes you think he genuinely might be one.

You whine feeling him brush up against your spot. And lean forward kissing his lips and you grind against him. “Oh fuck- Right there, lix, please.”

Felix’s hands grip your waist tighter and help you move against him, his lips kissing yours before moving down to your jaw, to your neck sucking softly just enough to leave a small mark. Not one big enough to notice. You whine feeling your pussy throbbing around him.

You started getting impatient, grinding on him faster, making him hit that spot that made your legs weak. You felt so out of it, the combination of being sick and this going on was making you so disheveled. Your head was hot, your neck was sweating but your feet were freezing. You felt so overwhelmed by pleasure, and heat, you couldn’t focus right as you felt our orgasm coming.

“F-felix, I’m gonna cum.”

Felix backed away from your neck and watched your fucked out face. He watched how your eyes were close to tears from the pain and pleasure. He smirks as he feels your thighs shaking, and feeling your body grasping onto his as you clench around him. His own cock twitching surrounded by your pulsing walls. “You’re shaking, angel.”

One of his hands comes up to hold your face to look at him. He sees your red cheeks and tired eyes, thumb running against your cheek before he leaves a kiss where his thumb rubbed. “Do you need me to help you finish?”

You nod immediately leaning into his touch. He only smirks in response before he slowly leaned back until he was laying against the sheets, removing his hand from your face to hold your thighs as he thrusted his hips up into you. You moan in response to the sudden change. You were soaking his cock, hearing his hips slap against yours with every thrust as he sped up the pace.

Now that he’s doing most of the work, you rest against his chest, put your arms around his shoulders, hand grabbing his hair, as you cum around his cock. You whine his name into his neck, feeling that buzzing spread throughout your body. Making you forget that you were sick at all.

You hear his soft noises in your ear as he holds you tighter. His hands spread you open as he thrusted deeper, cumming inside your cunt, and filling you up. His thrusts slow down as you both ride your highs, breathing heavy, body’s using what strength they have left to hold the other.

Felix’s arms move to hug you around your waist, pulling you closer against his bare chest. You couldn’t even hum in response as he left kisses on your cheek and neck. He wouldn’t stop. He just kept kissing and kissing your body, like he was praising you. Eventually you whine, feeling overwhelmed with the sticky feeling between your legs, the heat of your body’s being so close together.

Felix pulls away watching you hide your face in his chest. He ran fingers through your hair, and left one more kiss on the top of your head before moving to sit you guys up. He turned you around, laying you down on the bed. “Are you okay? I didn’t do too much did I?”

You bring one hand to his face and shake your head right away. Your mind was fuzzy, feeling him still plugging your cunt up. “No, Lixie. I’m okay. Promise.”

He watches your face for a moment to make sure you are really okay before smiling softly at your post orgasm state. He leans over, kissing your lips once before slowly pulling out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

He kissed you once more before getting up to grab something to wipe you guys off with. When he returns, he spreads your legs, wiping his cum that was now dripping from out of your cunt.

Once you were both cleaned off, he laid in bed next to you, bringing his arms around your waist, cuddling with his chest to your back. You melt into his arms, holding his arms around you, as he leans in kissing the back of your neck and shoulder. Just soft ones. Ones that had love packed into them.

He leans forward whispering in your ear “I love you, angel. I hope you feel better soon.”

You hum in response and smile, closing your eyes as you relax against his warmth. “I love you too.”

BONUS:

You felt him pause against your body, like he realized something. Your heart drops slightly feeling him suddenly stop like that. He didn’t say anything so you turned in his arms looking back at him. “What?”

He blinks once before looking down at you with wide eyes. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think Seungmin left the house today either…”

You blink up at him, trying to read in his eyes if he was joking or not. You got frustrated not being able to tell and give up. “… Are you joking?”

He bites his lip and shakes his head slowly, eyes still wide. “That would be funny. But no. I’m not.”

Your mouth went open in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heating up as you imagined everything seungmin heard from the other room. You didn’t even know what to say. You groan quietly, knowing tomorrow the members would be teasing Felix about it. He never tells you what they say, but it was still embarrassing knowing they were talking about your sex life.

Felix just starts laughing under his breath at your reaction and pulls you closer to him, whispering in your ear. “At least they’ll know how good I am~”

You roll your eyes, grab a pillow and hit him lightly with it. He blocked it with his arm as he laughed. And pulled you closer as he started attacking you with kisses. You giggle at the sensation on your face while trying to get away from his hold.

You love your boyfriend. You don’t know how you got so lucky to have something like him in your life.

ENDING NOTE ₊˚⊹⋆ I didn’t expect my account to get as much attention as it did so thank you!! I might do the other members but again, this was a request on my Chris one. If you want a different member feel free to ask!!

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