#stray kids Lee Felix

[l33jw2]

i get to see @realstraykids in #dominATE_BULACAN ! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i'm happy that i get to sing along with the crowd and the members were so stunned and happy about it!! come back skz i miss you already:') imy chan! AAAAH

[tinytinyblogs]

Darling, i'm sorry..

After a fight, they need to make things right with you.

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Finally, my mind kicked into gear and I was able to post a reaction, hoping it’s good enough, just like I thought it would be.

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Bang Chan

He’s always been someone who takes his responsibilities incredibly seriously, to the point where it consumes him. Every task, big or small, is something he approaches with a sense of duty and focus, leaving no room for jokes or lightness. This intense pressure is something he’s put on himself for years, striving for perfection in everything he does. But sometimes, that pressure builds up too much, and it overwhelms him. That day, everything seemed to come crashing down at once. Feeling stressed and frustrated, he lashed out, snapping at you to shut up and stop bothering him, even though you weren't the source of his stress. The moment he saw your face change—your smile gone and the hurt in your eyes as you quietly walked away—he immediately realized he had made a mistake. Guilt washed over him the second he saw you turn, knowing he had taken his stress out on the wrong person. But by then, the damage was done, and there was nothing he could do to take back those words.

Later that same day, the weight of his actions gnawed at him, and he couldn’t shake the guilt that had been eating away at him since the moment you walked away. He knew he had to make things right, so he rushed to your house, heart pounding with anxiety and regret. When he arrived and saw you sitting on your bed, quietly sobbing, his heart sank. The sight of you in pain because of him, knowing he had caused it, made his chest ache. He had been too harsh, too scary in his anger, and now, seeing the aftermath of that moment, it hurt him even more. He approached slowly, his usual confidence replaced with hesitation. Gently, he sat down beside you on the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. His hand reached out, trembling just a bit, and he softly stroked your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as if trying to comfort you with just a touch. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine remorse. There was a gentleness to his tone, something tender and caring, all the things he should’ve shown earlier but hadn’t.

"I shouldn’t have shooed you away like that," he continued, the regret evident in every word. His hand moved to yours, fingers wrapping around it, holding it tightly as if he was afraid to let go. After a moment of silence, he couldn’t bear the distance between you anymore, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a warm, protective hug. His embrace was firm but full of love, as if trying to shield you from the pain he had caused. "I won’t do that again," he murmured into your hair, his voice soft but sincere. "I love you, you know that, right?" There was an almost pleading tone in his voice, as if he needed you to believe him, to forgive him. Holding you close, he silently promised himself to never let his anger hurt you like that again, vowing to do better, to be better, because he couldn’t stand the thought of ever making you cry like that again. After that day, he made sure to give you his full attention, always making time to show his love. He pampered you with affection—cuddling, whispering sweet things, and holding you close. Through every hug and kiss, he let you know how sorry he was and how much he loved you, making sure you always felt cherished.

Minho

That day, Minho had been feeling unusually sensitive, weighed down by a lot of things running through his mind. He was overwhelmed, and in his frustration, he pushed you away. His expression was intense, his eyes almost scary as he shut himself off from you. Hurt by his actions, you turned and walked away, the beginnings of tears welling up in your eyes. In that moment, Minho thought he needed space, time to be alone and sort out everything going on in his head. But as the minutes passed, he began to realize that being away from you only made him feel emptier. Slowly, the walls he'd put up started to crumble, and despite still clinging to a bit of his pride, he knew deep down that he needed to be close to you. His heart ached, missing your presence, your warmth. Without fully realizing it, his feet carried him in your direction. Even though he was still caught up in his own stubbornness, he couldn’t ignore the pull toward you—the longing to hold you, to feel you near once more.

Once Minho stepped inside your place, he knew exactly what to expect. The silent treatment wasn’t a surprise—he deserved it. Without a word, he made his way straight to the kitchen, moving quietly as he began to prepare your favorite meal his mind was racing as he cooked, trying to find the right words, maybe because he's not someone who’s very vocal about his feelings.. Cooking was one of the few ways he knew how to show his apology without speaking too soon. Once the food was ready, he carefully carried it to the bedroom, where you were sitting quietly his eyes instantly soften the moment he sees you standing there. He placed the dish in front of you, the aroma filling the room. There was a heavy silence as his eyes stayed on you, trying to read your mood, to figure out the right moment to say something. Finally, his voice broke the stillness, soft and almost hesitant. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I know I shouldn't have treated you like that." As he spoke, his hand gently found its way to your cheek, his thumb softly brushing against your skin. "Eat, it's still warm," he urged, his words tender but filled with care. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small gesture meant to convey his regret and affection. He watched as you began to eat the food he had prepared, giving you space but not leaving your side. Minho knew that making up after a fight would take time—he wasn’t rushing it. He was the type who needed time to process things too, so he understood the need for patience. But that day, even in the quiet, his actions spoke volumes. With every small gesture, he showed you that, despite the conflict, his love for you hadn’t wavered. It was in the way he cooked your favorite meal, in the soft kiss, and in the way he stayed close, reminding you that his feelings ran deep, even without words.

Changbin

Changbin might usually be soft and gentle when he's around you, but there are times when the pressure of people’s judgments becomes too much for him. During these moments, he feels overwhelmed by the weight of their opinions, which makes him more sensitive than usual. He withdraws into himself, rarely smiling or showing his usual warmth. If you try to lighten the mood or play around with him when he's feeling this way, it can quickly escalate into an argument. In his frustration and emotional vulnerability, he reacts defensively, saying things he shouldn’t—hurtful words that don't reflect his true feelings but are more about his own internal struggles. However, as soon as he sees the hurt in your eyes or notices that you’re upset by his outburst, the realization of his mistake hits him hard. The guilt sets in almost immediately, and he becomes painfully aware that he was wrong—very wrong. His anger fades quickly, replaced by a deep sense of regret, knowing that he let his emotions get the best of him and hurt someone who means so much to him.

Changbin moves a step closer to you, the fury that had once dominated his features fading away, replaced by a complex blend of guilt and the familiar softness that always fills his gaze when he looks at you. His once rigid posture relaxes, and his eyes, usually so fierce, now shimmer with a vulnerability that catches you off guard. The love that had seemed lost in his earlier anger reappears, and you can feel the weight of his emotions pouring out of him as he reaches for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you so tightly as if afraid to let go, as if his touch alone could mend the invisible rift between you. His body, firm and solid, presses against yours, providing warmth and comfort that you've always found in his embrace. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling the scent of you as though it’s a balm to his troubled soul. "I'm sorry, love," he whispers, his voice heavy with remorse.

"I'm so, so sorry." His words are muffled, but you can hear the pain and regret in every syllable. "I must be out of my mind," he continues, his arms tightening around you as though he's terrified you might slip away. "Things got so overwhelming... I'm stressed out, and I let it get the better of me. Please... don't be mad at me." You feel the sincerity in his words as his hands run gently up and down your back, offering both an apology and a plea for forgiveness in the way he holds you. He leans back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his own filled with emotion—no longer clouded by frustration, but by love, guilt, and an earnest desire to make things right. His forehead presses gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he softly murmurs, "I love you. So much. More than anything." His lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss, lingering there for a few moments longer than usual, as though the simple gesture could erase the tension that had built between you both.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is the type of person who deeply connects his emotions to everything he does and everyone he interacts with. This emotional depth often leads to moments where misunderstandings or disagreements occur between the two of you. During these times, it’s not uncommon for him to respond in a way that might seem cold or distant. He might give you a sharp glare, or show frustration in some other way, and then leave abruptly. Even though it’s not the right way to handle things, he tends to walk away instead of talking about it in the moment. After this, there’s usually a stretch of silence between you both. You might not see or speak to each other for a few days. This time apart is important for Hyunjin, as he uses it to reflect and think things through. He needs space to process his emotions, but as the days pass, he slowly starts to realize that the argument or disagreement was something small or trivial. He begins to understand that it wasn’t worth the silent treatment, and that the two of you could have discussed it calmly from the start, without letting it spiral into a fight or turning to shouting.

Ultimately, he comes to see that open communication is the better path, and that resolving things doesn’t need to involve so much emotional distance. He spent hours at his easel, lost in thought, as his brush moved gently across the canvas. Each stroke seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, and slowly, a beautiful painting of the two of you began to take form—your silhouettes intertwined, bathed in soft light. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, of how beautiful you are, especially when you're around him. In that moment, he realized he needed to make things right. He was trying to express everything he couldn't say in words, letting his heart pour out through the art. When the time was right, when he finally gathered the courage, he came to you. In one hand, he held the painting—his feelings laid bare in each color, each line. In the other hand, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, carefully chosen to match the tenderness he felt for you.

He stood before you, his eyes filled with emotion, and without a word, he set the things aside and stepped closer, his eyes holding that soft look he always reserves just for you he pulled you close, cupping your face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I didn't mean any of it." Then, wrapping his arms around you, he held you close, ensuring that you could feel his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. His embrace was full of love and quiet apologies, a silent promise that he was ready to make things right. "I love you," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "Really, I do. Please don’t be mad anymore. I'll make it up to us, I swear." He lingered in the embrace, not wanting to let go, as if you might slip away, even though you wouldn’t. In that moment, he made sure you knew just how deep and strong his love truly is.

[ihave-atummyache]

thinking abt minho fucking you and you’re moaning loud enough that anyone else in the house can hear it but he doesn’t care. he wants them to hear you, he knows his best friend/roommate like the back of his hand. he knows that jisung is probably touching himself to the sound of the two of you fucking and he kind of enjoys the thought. when han had told him earlier that chan and changbin were coming over to work on music, he knew that they would eventually hear you too. when he’s in the middle of flipping you to your knees to hit it from the back, you’re too fucked out to hear the front door open and close but he hears it. he also hears the foot steps slowing down outside of his door, someone leaning in to listen to your sweet sounds and begging him to let you cum. “why don’t you ask whoever is standing outside the door if you deserve to cum?”

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

BF!STRAY KIDS ASKING YOU TO BE THE ONE INSIDE THEIR SKZOO MASCOT

//hyung line|maknae line\\

Pairing: bf!skz maknae line x gn!reader

Disclaimer: author's not at the end please read, way too much use of skzoo and mascot(please let me know if there's anything else!!)

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Author's note: I'm sorry for always disappearing for a month and then coming back with a barely acceptable post:( I know I've asked for reqs like a month ago and that this isn't any of them but this randomly came to mind and couldn't not do it! I'll start to work on them and I've actually came up with something for a seventeen req tho anon requested it so idk if they'll ever see it which makes me sad but it is what it is okay enough self pity now...I'd like you guys to honestly tell me your opinions (like was it boring or too monotonous or just not interesting at all or shittily written or anything like this) on this one bc I really need feedback and want to know what you guy's thing and want to interact with you guys! Thank you if you've read this far!

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[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Felix Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Massages |

We all know that Felix gives absolutely killer massages. And he wouldn't hesitate to give you one on the dot if you asked him to. If I'm being completely honest, I think that Felix would give you one if he felt you needed it, too.

If you come home from a long day of work, or if you're stressed or tired, Felix will sit you down and just give you a massage to help you relax all of your tense muscles from the day. Of course, he'd slip in a kiss or two on your back, too. Every here and there, he'd check in to make sure you're doing okay, smile, and then gently kiss your shoulder or back before continuing.

Felix would also ask you about your day while he worked at your knotted muscles. Ask you what had happened to make you tense. He'd listen to every single word, giving his feedback and thoughts. He just wants you to not have any weight on you. Whether it was physical or mental. He's always gonna make sure you're okay.

| HUGS!! |

We all know that Felix is a huggable person. That, and he's a hugger. This man hugs his other members any chance he gets. You are no acception. Any chance he gets, he hugs you. Hell, he even warned you that he was a hugger when you both first started going out, so you knew what you were signing up for.

This man will literally use any excuse to hug you, too. You make him laugh? He's hugging you. You're being cute? He's hugging you. You made a delicious meal? He's hugging you. You're upset about something? He's hugging you. He's upset about something? Take a wild guess as to what I'm gonna say.

Felix is 100% hugging you if you're upset, though. It doesn't matter how serious or unserious it is. The same goes if he's feeling down. And he's not letting go until he's feeling better, or you're feeling better. Once you're okay, he'll loosen his grip, but he still won't let go. Rather, he'll talk things out with you and make sure you're not sad anymore. And then he'll let go, only to start cuddling you on the couch.

| Language Switching |

Felix is multilingual. That's a given. But if his lover was also bilingual or multilingual, I think that language switching would definitely be a thing. Mainly, you both would be switching between Korean and English. One little bit of the conversation would be in Korean, then the next moment, you're speaking in English.

I definitely think that there would be times where you both would be in public and wouldn't want anyone to really understand what you guys were talking about, and so you'd switch languages depending on where you were. Just so then you could both stay where you were, but not have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

It's also a great way for you both to stay sharp in the languages you both know. You don't really have to worry about losing any accents you might have, but it also helps you both remember things in each language or remind the other what something means. And if you both can't remember the word for something, then you both have fun trying to remember together.

| Bakes with You |

Y'all, I can't express the amount that I want to bake with Felix. And it's exactly why I think that Felix would want to bake with you. He'd show you how to make his brownies and cookies, and you'd both have a lot of fun doing it, too. Because let's be real here, neither of you would take it seriously in the slightest. You'd try, but you know that it won't last for long.

Flour will be blown towards each other, batter will be booped on noses, messes will be made. You'd both laugh hysterically with each other, though. It'd be a good time. Hell, you'd both have fun cleaning up the mess you made, too.

I also believe that you and Felix would take a ton of pictures while baking with each other. Some of these pictures would be posted on bubble, but only the ones that were of Felix. If he wanted to post one of you in the picture as well, he'd ask permission first. Because you being comfortable is always number one to him.

| Lets You Style His Hair |

Since Felix is currently growing his hair out, I feel like it gets annoying sometimes. And so, he goes to you to help him put it up. You know what you're doing, anyway. And having his hair done is relaxing to him, especially when you spend the first few minutes just running your hands through it and gently massaging his scalp.

I think Felix would sometimes ask you to teach him how to do certain things with his long hair, too. Like how to do different braids. He might struggle with tired arms halfway through, though. And so he'll end up just having you take over. He'll still pay attention to what you're doing. He's just not used to holding his arms up at that certain angle for how long.

Even if he did eventually learn and was capable of doing it himself, he'd still prefer for you to do it. There's just something in the way you do his hair in such a caring way. It's so sweet and gentle, and it's also such a nice bonding time, too. Felix can just rant about whatever's on his mind and you'll happily listen. It's definitely one of his favorite things to do with you.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[felix-gallery]

˗ˏˋ ⌗ 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭 & 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 ⁎⁺˳ ✧ ˎˊ˗

[minminyoonjii]

Forever clawing at the cement walls that surround me for needing to call Felix mommy

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🕯Summary: There's nothing a good old-fashioned BJ can't fix, especially when you're stressed.

🌹CW

Fem Dom! Reader|Heel Grinding|Oral Sex|Blow Job|Oral Fixation|Messy Head|Edging|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Voyeurism|Mommy Kink|Pervert! Jisung|Aftercare

You sighed, rubbing your sore neck, "Baby?" you questioned, closing the front door behind you. Felix peeked his head out of his room, "You're home early," he pointed out, walking towards you. "Yeah. Is that a problem?" you teased, leaning forward. Felix chuckled, placing a peck on your lips, "Nope, not a problem at all. I was planning to bake something later if you want to join," he prompted, biting his bottom lip.

"I'd love to," you said, pulling him in for a hug. "Maybe we could catch a movie or two after," you suggest, squeezing him close. Felix giggled against your chest, "Sounds great," he said, looking up at you. "Call me down when you want to start baking, sunshine. I need to wash up," you groaned, rolling your shoulders. Felix smiled, "Sure can do, I'll set an alarm," he said, making a beeline towards his gaming room. 

You stripped off your clothes, setting the water just right before getting in. The feeling of water coaxing your skin instantly made you relax and soon thoughts began to pour. Some pure and some filthy, you imagined how the rest of your day would play out. Baking and then cuddles sound absolutely perfect but an itch deep within your brain thought of less wholesome things. You shook your head, blaming the heat of the water for your dirty ideas.

The thoughts spiraled from sucking Felix off before the timer rang or pinning him against the kitchen counter while he's stirring the baking batter. "Fuck," you whispered, pinching your cheeks. You sighed, getting out of the shower, "I need a drink," you mumbled to yourself, tying a towel around your body. You walked towards the kitchen, searching for anything cold in the fridge to subdue your thirst. 

A loud thud came from Felix's room, "What is the healer doing, we're getting crit here," he groaned, tossing his headphones in frustration. You knocked on the door, making him flinch, "Are you alright, baby?" you asked, opening the door. Felix nodded, "Yeah, just shitty teammates," he grumbled, crossing his arms. You cooed, placing a kiss on his forehead, "You'll get them next round," you encouraged. Felix's cheeks burned, noticing that you were only in your towel.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his silence, "Ah," you chuckled, seeing his agape jaw. Felix closed his mouth when you tilted his chin up. His eyes waver under your stare. The shower thoughts from earlier came forward again but this time you weren't going to stop them. You got on your knees, cleavage perfectly plump for him to stare at, "Do you want this baby?" you whispered, seeing Felix quickly close his game tabs.

He nodded, "Please, Mommy looks so pretty," he whined, gripping his seat. You cooed, "Can you do something for mommy before that?" you asked, hand grazing over his obvious bulge. "Yes, yes. Anything mommy wants," Felix said, eager to please you. "Good boy. Now turn on your recording system and plug in your mic, sunshine. Mommy wants you to hear yourself fall apart," you purred, pulling down the zip of his pants.

Felix moaned at the idea and did what you said, "Mommy," he keened, bucking his hips against your palm. You hummed, rubbing your throbbing clothed cock. Precum leaking through the tip. "Hah, Hhgh," Felix mewled, back arching to feel more. You chuckled, pressing your thumb between his clothed slit, drenching his boxers in slick. Felix sobbed, "Mama, mommy. No mo-more, teasing," he whimpered, aching to feel your mouth or hand around his cock.

You cooed, "Aww, but you're so pretty, sunshine. Look at the pretty mess you made," you said, showing him your slick-covered hand. Felix whined, pulling your wrist towards his mouth and taking a lick. You chuckled out a moan, "Mommy's dirty little prince, aren't you," you praised, tugging his boxers down to his calves, letting his cock slap against his plush tummy. "Mommy's prince," Felix mewled, tossing his head back when you finally stroked his cock.

"Moan for mommy, sunshine," you purred, pumping his cock within your palm. Twisting your wrist at his throbbing cockhead. Precum leaked all over his thighs. "Ah, hah, hah, ah," Felix panted, lips wobbling from pleasure. You gulped at the sight of your lover falling apart, "Fuck it," you grumbled, tapping his cockhead against your tongue. Felix squealed, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, "Too much, it's too much," he babbled, overstimulated by your stimulating tongue working his slit apart.

You moaned, wrapping your lips around his cockhead just to hear him cry from the pleasure. Felix sobbed, thighs trembling at the waves of arousal buzzing through his body, "Need to cum, Mama," he cried, his cock throbbing on your tongue. You hummed, sending more stimulating vibrations. Felix sucked on his bottom lips, abs tensing from the appending orgasm. You smirked around his cock, waiting for the moment his body arched and you pulled off.

Felix sobbed, tears spilling down his cheeks at the denial, "Mo-mommy!" he sniffled, his cock hard and aching. You shifted your body, heel placed directly on your bare clit, "Aww, I know pretty baby. Mommy knows," you cooed, licking a stripe up Felix's shaft. He keened, gripping the seat hard. You blew on his warm cockhead, smiling at the way he shivered, "Just relax, yeah?" you whispered, flattening your tongue to take his cock to the hilt.

"Shit, shit. Feel so good," Felix slurred, eyes rolling to the back at the warmth engulfing his cock. You bobbed your head at a relentless pace, his cock head making a filthy 'pop' sound every time he slid perfectly down your throat. Felix thrashed in his seat, his body quivering from the immense pleasure. You ground your hips, chasing your own orgasm as you swallowed around Felix's cock. "Cum-cumming," he wailed, digging his nails into the seat.

You sucked, gulping down every last drop. Felix mewled, his body convulsing as your mouth held a tight suction around his cock. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, soaking your feet with slickness. Felix's body twitched, cumming again from the overstimulation. You pulled off his cock, laying your head on his thigh. Felix lay spent, "Kiss," he rasped, jutting his bottom lip. You chuckled, wobbly standing up to kiss him.

Felix melted into your warmth, "Thank you, Mommy," he whispered, nuzzling your chest. You cooed, patting his hair, "Anytime, sunshine," you said, kissing his forehead. "You forgot to mute our call," Jisung said, jolting Felix from his daze. You shifted his messy tabs and pulled up Discord, only to see a flustered Jisung on the other end, "Didn't Chan teach you privacy, Ji?" you smirked, eyeing his oddly placed lotion on the desk.

Jisung whined, "How is it my fault your boyfriend is dumb," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "Hey, I'm not dumb," Felix retorted, glaring at the screen. You rolled your eyes, "You should've stopped listening the moment you heard him moan, Ji," you teased, turning on the camera. Jisung gulped at the sight, the both of you disheveled with post-clarity evident on your faces "Sounded hot," he mumbled, looking away. You smirked, "What was that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you both sounded hot now fuck off," Jisung rambled, ending the call. You looked at Felix and instantly burst into laughter, "Do you still want to bake?" you asked, wiping a stray tear. Felix nodded, "Yeah, just let me wash up and we can start," he said, pulling you in for another kiss. 

[cookielixie]

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

synopsis: you lost all hope in true love when your last relationship went south. since then you poured all your love and energy into the one thing you could rely on: streaming. but what happens when you meet someone that makes you want to love again?

genre: smau, streamer!felix, streamer!y/n, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings: abusive ex boyfriend, blackmail, obsessive behaviour (not from felix), cursing, alcohol (future chapters may contain more warnings, please read the warnings on each individual chapter)

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

(more to come)

[dandelions-143]

Middle Of The Night

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Pairing: Idol sub Felix x dom f!reader

Genre: smut..that’s all

Wk: 1898k

Warnings: smut, established relationship, dom/sub, bondage, thigh riding, MDNI, 18+ ONLY

Summary: your idol boyfriend just attended the Met Gala with his band mates. You two had not been separated for this long before. So you decided to pay your precious little sub a surprise visit.

Felix lay alone in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room. The Met Gala had been a very special event him and his band members. He was excited to have new memories and experiences but, things were very different this time around of him traveling globally.

This time he was missing someone. Felix rolled over to face the floor to ceiling window that looked out over the city of New York. He closed his eyes trying to sleep but, every time he did visions of you would invade his mind.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, staring at the pristine white ceiling. He just couldn’t sleep. He wanted you next to him.. “Y/n..” he sighed softly as he slowly sat up. His shirtless chest rising and falling as he grabbed his phone to call you.

Before he could press the call button he heard a soft knock at his door. “Who’s knocking at this hour? It’s the middle of the night.” He said to himself as he got out of bed and put his sweat pants on, carding his fingers through his long messy blond hair.

Felix peered through the peephole to try and see who was there before he just opened his door completely. When his brown eyes met yours all thoughts of apprehension left his mind. “Y/n!” He said loudly and reached for you, wrapping his strong arms around your body pulling you inside his room.

He bombarded your face with messy kisses, twirling you around before finally setting you back down on your feet. He held you at arms length with the biggest grin on his freckled face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

You simply shrugged giving him a coy smile, “I wanted it to be a surprise.” You moved his hands from your shoulders and stepped back a bit. That’s when his eyes finally took in what you were wearing. He realized you were wearing his expensive Gucci trench coat. Your bare legs on display for him and tall dark red stilettos on your manicured feet.

“What- what is this?” He said, tugging gently at the belt tied around your waist. You slapped his hand away and gently shoved him back a bit. “Ah, ah, ah. That’s not allowed. Not yet.” Felix’s interest was peaked instantly and he licked his lips. “You trust me, yes?” You simply asks and Felix didn’t hesitate in nodding yes to your question.

“Then take your sweats off and sit in this chair for me.” You walked over and pulled the wooden chair away from the small round table in the room. You were so eager that you wasted no time getting down to business. He eyed you for a moment and you crossed your arms over your chest. “If you want to see what’s underneath this coat you better be a good boy and listen to me.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob a little as he swallowed but he did as you asked and pulled his sweat pants down, stepping out of them. His cock was already hard and ready for you. Your eyes took all of him in and the lean taught muscles that moved beneath his smooth skin as he walked over to the chair and sat down.

The first rule in the sexual parts of relationship was always consent. No one would have expected you two to have a dom/sub relationship but, recently you both were exploring and trying new things. You moved to stand directly in front of him, leaning down a bit so you were almost eye level with Felix, you asked, “Is it alright if I tie you to the chair and blindfold you?���

His deep brown eyes searched yours for a moment before drifting down to your red painted lips and then the slight bit of cleavage that shown as a result of your current bent over position. He then slowly nodded and you put one finger under his chin to make him look at your eyes again, “ah ah, use your words, handsome.”

“Yes, it’s okay.” He finally spoke in his deep voice and you relaxed a bit into a standing position. You then took the belt off of his coat you were wearing and proceeded to tie his arms behind him, securing his wrists to the back of the wooden chair. With his coat now wide open for Felix to catch a glimpse of the deep blue lace lingerie you were wearing just for him. He let out a guttural groan, his cock twitching at the sight of his favorite color on you.

“Did I say you could make noise?” You said in a stern voice your hands moving to push back the coat allowing your body to be in full view now. Felix clamped his mouth shut instantly but his eyes were wild with need. “I’m going to blindfold you now,” you asked once more to be sure he was okay with it. “Are you okay with this?” You said as you pulled out a black silk scarf from the right pocket of his coat.

Felix visibly squirmed in his seat but didn’t hesitate, “yes, I’m 100% sure. I want this so bad.” You couldn’t help but smirk at his eagerness.

You two were very new to the world of doms and subs so things were very slow paced… for now.

You took the coat off completely allowing him to get an eye full of your breast barely being held in by the sheer lace of the blue bralette and the thong that so conveniently had the gusset completely cut out for easy access. You watched as his eyes widened and his pupils dilated, his muscles moved, tensing beneath his skin as he pulled against his restraints. “Fuck, y/n. You’re going to be the death of me..”

You walked closer to stand between his legs. You carded your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes relishing in the feel of your nails against his scalp. Your fingers tenderly ran along his sharp jaw until you very lightly gripped his throat and he was once against looking up at you. “You’re not allowed to die unless I tell you to, baby.”

Felix smirked at your words and leaned forward as much as he could to try and press his full lips to yours but, at the last moment you moved away with a sly smile and moved behind him to cover his eyes with the scarf. You made sure it was not tied tight around his head but still secure enough so that he couldn’t see anything.

Felix was encased in complete darkness, he couldn’t see anything at all. But he could smell you, could feel your body heat. He was dying to touch you and be touched by you already. He could feel his rigid cock leaking with precum as he moved anxiously in his seat. “What are you doing?” He asked as he heard your heels against the hard floor.

You walked around to stand in front of him once again. Dragging your nails lightly down his shoulders and arms causing him to let out a soft gasp at the sensation. You watched as his clear, smooth skin turned red where your nails had been. “Pretty.” You muttered.

“Don’t make a sound, do you understand?” You commanded as you straddled his thigh pressing your exposed cunt to his warm skin. Felix couldn’t help it, he whimpered at the warm, wet sensation of your pussy. When you heard him you stood up and pulled his head back by his long blond hair. “I said… don’t make a sound.”

His lips were parted and he was already panting hard, “I’m sorry, so sorry” Felix licked his dry lips and relaxed a bit when you slowly let go of his hair. “I will let you know when you’re allowed to speak.” You warned and proceeded to sit on his thigh and grind very down slowly on his taught muscle there.

The sensation was so good, you were extremely wet for this man that was at your mercy. His breathing hitched but he didn’t make a sound this time. You, on the other hand let yourself moan softly as you moved your hips in small circles. Rubbing your clit back and forth against him.

“You like how I feel on your skin, baby?” You asked through bated breath. One of your hands gripped onto his shoulder for stability and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. “Fuck yes.. you feel like heaven.” You let out another moan as your juices coated his thigh making it deliciously slick as you rode his thigh.

“Please, please let me touch you.” He said, his head turned in the direction of your breathy moans. You bit your bottom lip as you rubbed the pre-cum that had leaked from his tip around the head of him. Felix’s moan was deep and whiny and you loved every second of it.

“Oh no baby, you’re going to make me cum and if you’re a good boy then just maybe I’ll reward you.” At this point Felix was trembling as you began to ride his thigh faster, your breasts rubbing against his chest making his breathing even more erratic. Your moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds heard between the two of you.

“Felix..” you you could barely say his name out loud, losing what control you had left. You placed both hands on his shoulders as your orgasm grew closer, making your thighs shake at the pressure building in your lower abdomen. You could feel his lips grazing your skin wherever he could touch you.

You arched into him, “that’s it.. I’m so close.” You muttered as he moved his leg to combat your now sloppy movements, causing more friction. “I think I could cum just like this.” He sounded out of breath and spent as he spoke in your ear. His teeth grazing the outside of your earlobe.

Felix began to moan with you, your nails digging crescent moons into the skin of his shoulders as you grew louder, chanting yes over and over again. You began to frantically ride his thigh until finally you felt your orgasm explode and burn deep inside you. Making your toes curl and your head roll back along with your eyes.

Your juices were everywhere, now. All over you, all over Felix’s thigh.

You felt his body go rigid and tense beneath you and then a warm wet liquid spurt out on his lap and your leg. Felix was whimpering as he came, your name falling from his lips over and over again until he was just a mess of a man sitting limp beneath you.

His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath while you untied the blindfold finally being able to see his shining eyes for the first time in a bit. “Are you-“ he didn’t allow you to get your sentence out before he pressed his soft lips to yours. Taking you in a very needy and very wet kiss. You reciprocated immediately, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and pressing your body to his.

“Please untie me so I can show you how good of a boy I can be.” He mumbled against your lips.

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Can i rq more stray kids yandere please! The theme is "What upsets them/What they hate that you do the most" so for example, being disobedient, pushing him away, yelling at him etc

Do it again, and things will get ugly.

Yandere skz not pleased with your little habit—make sure you understand that.

Hyung line, Maknae line

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Chan

As you casually mentioned that you could go alone to get the groceries, Chan's eyes darkened, and without warning, he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled you toward him, pushing you against the wall with a surprising intensity. You could see the frustration simmering beneath his gaze, a storm of emotions brewing as he looked down at you. His jaw clenched, and there was a raw, unfiltered intensity in his voice as he spoke, revealing just how much your independence grated on him. "Why do you always do this?" he murmured, pressing you firmly between his arms, caging you in. "I don’t get what’s going through your head. Do you really think I can't protect you? That you don’t need me?" The pain in his voice was unmistakable, a mixture of anger and something deeper. Day after day, he tried to reconcile his feelings, tried to understand why you insisted on doing everything on your own. And each time you pulled away, each time you chose independence over reliance, it stung.

To him, it felt like rejection, like you were pushing him out of your life, bit by bit. "Sometimes," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "you make me feel like… like I don’t matter." The vulnerability in his words was rare, something he rarely let anyone see. He looked at you with an intensity that spoke volumes, waiting for you to understand the weight of his feelings. “I hope you understand this clearly,” he began, his voice low and unwavering. His face inched closer to yours, so close you could feel the heat of his breath as it brushed across your skin. The intensity in his eyes made it hard to look away, though every instinct told you to. “From this point forward,” he continued, his voice slipping into a hushed but commanding tone, “I don’t want to see you acting so stubborn, pretending you’re untouchable, or saying ‘no’ to anything I ask of you. No matter what it is I offer, you understand?” His words cut through the air like a blade, each one aimed directly at you, making your heart thunder in your chest.

A chill washed over you as he moved even closer, his gaze intense and unwavering, holding you captive in the space between his words. His voice dropped to a whisper, so low and intimate that it felt like it was wrapping around your heart, making it race. The closeness, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin, sent a shiver down your spine that you couldn't shake. He looked at you with an expression that held something dark, something possessive, as though he could consume you with a single thought if he chose to. “And if you dare make me feel unwelcome, like you think you can just brush me off,” he murmured, his voice a quiet, simmering threat, “then I can’t promise I’ll stay the version of myself you’ve grown comfortable with—the soft, understanding one.” His eyes bored into yours, holding you there with a force that felt almost physical, leaving no room for argument. "That side of me," he continued, his voice barely above a breath, "might disappear if you keep pushing me away. I’ll be someone you may not recognize, someone you won’t find so easy to dismiss." His words lingered in the air, thick with a warning that left your skin tingling.

Minho

In one swift, unexpected movement, Minho’s hand closed around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend mid-sentence, not caring that the conversation was still unfinished. His grip was stronger than ever, bordering on possessive, and you could feel the tension radiating from him. Your heart raced, sensing his obvious displeasure. Since day one, he’d known about this particular friend of yours—the one you’d been close with for years—and from the start, it had grated on him, an irritation he’d made no attempt to hide. He had always insisted it was unnecessary, that your closeness with anyone else, especially this friend, was something he couldn’t stand. “No more getting too close with other people. You got it?” His voice was low and firm as he turned to face you, his hand finding its way to your waist and gripping a bit tighter than usual. The intensity in his gaze left no room for misunderstanding. His irritation was palpable, every word dripping with a controlled frustration. "I’m so sick of that friend of yours," he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he held your gaze.

"It’s not like you don’t know how I feel about it, right? You’re smart enough to understand, aren’t you?" The words were more a challenge than a question, his tone making it clear he expected nothing less than your compliance. The way he looked at you made your pulse quicken, his hand still firmly on your waist as if to anchor you in place. You could feel the weight of his unspoken warning; he didn’t want any interference between you two, and he wasn’t about to tolerate any more closeness with others. The message was clear—Minho wasn’t about to compromise on this. “I must be giving you too much freedom, or am I just being too soft with you?” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned in, his gaze dark and unyielding. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if studying your every move, and there was an unmistakable possessiveness in the way he spoke. Slowly, his hand reached up, fingers brushing gently through your hair, lingering as he tucked a stray strand behind your ear. The gesture was tender, almost gentle, but the look in his eyes told a different story.

“That smile, that laugh…” he said, his voice low and intense, “those are for me. Only me.” The words hung in the air, and his hand lingered by your face, his fingers brushing the side of your cheek before pulling back, leaving a trace of warmth in their wake. His gaze held yours, unblinking, as if daring you to challenge him. “Think about it,” he continued, his tone soft yet edged with a subtle menace. “If you’re really doing this on purpose, if you’re trying to test me, then don’t expect me to hesitate. That friend of yours…” He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the air, his eyes darkening with a chilling intensity. “You still want him alive, right?” The question hung there, heavy with implication, making it clear that Minho wasn’t just making idle threats—he meant every word. The gravity of his warning wrapped around you like a vice, underscoring the lines he was drawing between you and anyone else who dared to encroach on what he deemed his territory. In that moment, it became painfully clear that your loyalty was being tested, and the stakes were higher than you had ever imagined.

Changbin

Maybe it's just you—the way you’re always so cheerful and carefree, playful to the point where it feels like a challenge to Changbin. Your bright energy seems to push against his need for control, the way you laugh off his requests or brush aside his warnings. He hates it when you say 'no' to him, even in a joking way, and he especially can’t stand it when you do something he’s specifically asked you not to, as if it doesn’t matter. To him, it does matter. Every little thing feels like a boundary you’re crossing, a line you’re too comfortable toeing. Tonight, he’s had enough. He’s sitting alone in the dimly lit room, waiting, his patience stretched thin. He heard you slip out earlier without a word, off to the convenience store for some late-night snacks, and with every minute that ticked by, his irritation only grew. By the time you come back, plastic bag in hand, his frustration has turned to a simmering anger. You push open the door and step in, a bright smile on your face as you greet him. But the smile doesn’t last. He rises from the couch, his movements slow and deliberate as he closes the distance between you, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, he reaches out, snatches the plastic bag from your hand, and throws it across the room.

The sound of the bag hitting the floor, contents spilling out, cuts through the silence. "How many times do I need to tell you not to go out alone?" he demands, his voice low and edged with a sharp intensity. His gaze pins you in place, unyielding, like a storm just waiting to break. "You think it’s funny, don’t you? Running off like that, thinking it’s no big deal?” He steps closer, his expression hard, as if daring you to argue, to brush it off as a joke. The frustration in his eyes is more than just anger; it's a mixture of worry and exasperation, a deep-seated fear that something might happen to you out there, and he wouldn’t know until it was too late. You can see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clench as he struggles to keep his voice steady. "You don’t get it, do you?” he says, softer now, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Every time you do this, every time you decide it’s ‘not a big deal,’ you make it harder for me to trust that you’re safe. It’s not a game.” His words are filled with an intensity that borders on desperation, as if he needs you to understand, to take him seriously for once.

Standing there in the dim room, his gaze locked onto yours, you feel the weight of his protectiveness—how deeply he cares, how much he wants to shield you from anything that might harm you. To him, this isn’t just about control; it’s about the constant worry that grips him whenever you’re out of reach, the fear that something might happen when he’s not there to keep you safe. "I’m not giving you the option to say yes or no," he says, his voice steady and unyielding. "I suggest you listen to every single word I say." His eyes darken, the intensity in his gaze making his meaning clear. "If this keeps happening—if you keep ignoring me—I won’t have a choice. I’ll have to make sure you can’t leave, even if it means locking you in here until you understand." He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, and there’s a hint of something possessive in his voice. "That smile of yours… you won’t be putting it on for anyone else if I have to take matters into my own hands." His tone leaves no room for argument, and the weight of his words hangs between you, filling the silence with a heavy finality.

Hyunjin

To Hyunjin, the idea of privacy between the two of you is almost laughable, a concept that doesn’t make sense in his world. You value your own space, little boundaries where you can retreat and breathe, but to him, privacy seems almost incompatible with how he views your relationship. In his mind, there should be no barriers between you two, no secrets, no gaps. He believes he has the right—no, the need—to know everything about you: your thoughts, your routines, even the smallest details of your day. This need overrides any respect for boundaries you try to establish, and the word 'privacy' simply holds no weight with him. He has a way of subtly, or sometimes not so subtly, inserting himself into every aspect of your life. He’ll stand uncomfortably close when you’re talking to someone, as though he’s silently marking his territory, ensuring that no one else holds even a fraction of your attention. If you’re scrolling through your phone or reading something that distracts you from him, he’ll casually snatch it away, his eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and insistence, as though everything you look at should be something he sees too.

He’s there when you text, lingering in the background, watching your expression and gauging every response. Sometimes, he goes even further, taking quiet steps to access things you thought were private. Maybe it’s a quick look at your messages when you’ve left your phone unattended, or logging into your accounts with a password he somehow learned without you knowing. And he does it all so calmly, convinced that these actions are justified, that they’re just small steps to keep you closer. For Hyunjin, privacy is a concept meant for other people, something irrelevant to the connection he’s created in his mind—a connection he intends to hold onto, no matter what it takes. "Enough," he snapped, tossing your phone against the wall with such force that it bounced and skidded across the floor. You flinched at the sound, your heart racing as you processed the sudden violence of his action. "I told you to stop with this obsession over privacy," he continued, his tone sharp and unyielding.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you until he was almost looming over you. His hand shot out, gripping your chin with a firm, unyielding force, tilting your face upward to force you to meet his intense gaze. “Once you’re mine, you’re mine completely,” he said, his voice low and possessive, resonating with a sense of finality. “You need to understand what that truly means.” His eyes bore into yours, a mix of determination and something darker swirling within them. “I need to know everything about you—every little detail, every thought. Nothing can be hidden from me.” The intensity of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the boundaries he was determined to erase. "One more word about privacy…" He paused deliberately, his gaze piercing through you, making sure you felt the weight of his statement. "No, if you dare to keep anything from me again, I’ll make sure you understand. I set the rules, and you will follow them." The atmosphere shifted, thick with tension, as he leaned in slightly, ensuring you understood the seriousness of his words.

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LITERALLY LIKE IF A MAN AND A WOMAN HAD A BABY FR

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BEST FRIEND!STRAY KIDS REACTION TO READER DYING OVER FAN MEETING PICTURES||hyung line/\maknae line||

Pairing: skz!hyung line x gn!reader

Disclaimer:Swearing. I tried not to sexualise them I'm sorry if it comes off like that that really wasn't my intention and i hope it didnt turn out like that!!

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[like-a-diamondinthesky]

pink salts | l.f

pairing... bf!felix x gn!reader tags... hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, lix is very tired cw... nudity

your skin was tinted a faint red—nearly pink, similar to his own. felix wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the bath water, or from your favorite pink bath salts. he didn’t ponder on it for too long, though, as you pulled him under the covers and the two of you fell asleep, cozy in each other’s company

wc... 1.1k words a/n... hi hellooo! i got this ask in my inbox and i HAD to write this immediately!!! i'm not the biggest fan of bubble baths, but i do LOVE colored bath salts hehe. i hope you enjoy this little product of my delusions BAHAHAHA (also, my taglist is open so if you'd like to be added just lmk!)

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"Hello?” You groggily mumbled into your phone, rubbing your eyes. It was eleven in the evening and you had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

"Hi, angel. Sorry, did I wake you up?" Though he sounded tired, Felix's voice was soft and soothing, even over the call.

“Mhm, but it's fine." You sat up straight, running your fingers through your hair. "Are you on your way home?"

"Yeah, l am. I'll be there in around 10 minutes. Just wanted to call and let you know."

"Have you eaten already? I can heat some food up if you want.”

“No, it’s alright. I ate dinner with the boys earlier.”

“Okay, baby. Drive safe, I love you."

"I love you, too." Felix sighed and ended the call.

You knew your boyfriend was exhausted. For the past weeks, his schedule had been filled with practice after practice, show after show, and recording after recording. On top of all that, he managed to come back home and stay with you every week, no matter how tired or how busy he was.

You wanted to let him know that all of his effort was seen and appreciated. You stood up, walked to the fridge, and pulled out the container of chocolate chip cookies you had made for him earlier in the week. You left them on the counter to warm up, now heading towards the bathroom.

You turned on the tap, filling the bathtub with warm water. Today was a practice day, and you’re sure Felix’s muscles would be sore from hours of dancing. You sat back on the sink, patiently waiting for the tub to fill. Switching off the faucet, you grabbed your favorite bath salts and sprinkled a scoop into the water, tinting the water a faint pink.

Right as you left the bathroom, the front door opened, and in walked Felix, bag slung over his slouched shoulder. When his tired eyes met yours, they lit up and crinkled as a soft smile plastered itself on his face. He slid his bag off his shoulder onto the floor and opened his arms as you walked to him, silently calling you in for a hug.

Your bodies collided with a soft thud, causing you both to stumble. You laughed, bringing your arms tightly around Felix's back. He held you close to him, arms wrapped around your shoulders. He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your skin. "I missed you, angel."

"I missed you too, my love." You brought your hands up to his hair, combing through the soft strands. "Your hair has grown longer. I like it, it suits you."

Felix’s smile grew against your neck. "Thanks, baby."

The two of you stood in the middle of your living room for a minute, absorbed into the hug. You found yourself rubbing his back, causing him to lean into your embrace even more.

“Oh, Lixie, I drew you a bath. You can head on over to the bathroom, I’ll follow you in a bit.” You gave one last rub on his back, pulled away, and walked to the kitchen. “I’ll just get some snacks real quick.”

Felix went to the bathroom while you plated a few cookies. You microwaved them for ten seconds, not wanting them to get too hot, and brought the cookies to the bathroom.

When you entered the bathroom, Felix had already sat inside the tub, eyes closed and back against the wall. Though all of his clothes were discarded in a neat pile on the floor, he was still wearing his glasses which were on the tip of his nose, nearly falling off his face. You set the plate down on the counter by the sink and leaned down to remove his glasses. “You forgot to take your glasses off, silly.”

“Had a long day, my bad.” Felix smiled, sliding further down into the tub.

You lit a couple of candles, one vanilla-scented, and the other coffee-scented, and switched off the bathroom lights. You picked up a cookie off the plate and offered it to your boyfriend. “Cookie? I warmed it up for you.”

“Yes, please!” Felix, keeping his eyes closed, opened his mouth and you fed him the cookie with a slight chuckle. Mouth full, he murmured a soft, “Mmm, thanks, baby.”

As he ate the cookie, you sat down on the edge of the tub, reached over him to get your shampoo, poured some onto your hand, and lathered it into your boyfriend's hair. He leaned into the massage, moaning softly at your touch. You grabbed the shower head and rinsed Felix’s hair, making sure not to get any soap in his eyes.

“Why don’t you join me, Y/n?” Felix asked, finally opening his eyes to meet yours.

“Huh, I didn’t think of it,” you blinked at him. “I already showered earlier, I guess it didn’t occur to get in with you.”

Grinning, he motioned for you to join him. “Well, come on. I don’t want to get all pruney by himself.”

“I suppose I could.” You placed your pointer finger on your chin, as if in thought. Felix whined, making you heartily laugh. “Oh, alright. It’s not like I can say no to you anyway.”

You removed your clothes, tossing them on the floor right on top of your boyfriend’s. Felix shuffled forward, making space for you inside the tub. You got in and sat yourself behind him, leaning against the wall. The water was very warm, hot enough that you felt your joints relax, but cool enough that your skin wasn’t stinging. You laid your head on top of his as his back was pressed against your bare chest while he rested in between your legs. You stroked your hand up and down his thigh, a simple affection that made Felix feel swarms of butterflies flutter inside his stomach.

“I love you, my angel.” Felix reached back and grabbed your free hand, lacing your fingers together. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, then pressed a gentle kiss onto your wrist. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“It’s no problem, Lix,” You whispered against his damp hair. “I’ll always take care of you, even when we’re all wrinkly and old”

“I mean, if you think about it, we’re already wrinkly from all the water.” The two of you giggled.

For the next hour, you talked about everything on your mind, turning your shared bath into a little heart-to-heart. Later, when you rose from the tub and dried off, Felix noticed that your skin was tinted a faint red—nearly pink, similar to his own. He wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the bath water or from your favorite pink bath salts. Maybe both? He didn’t ponder on it for too long, though. He soon forgot about the matter when you dragged him to bed, pulled him under the covers, and enveloped him in a big, cozy hug that eventually lulled you both to sleep.

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Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.

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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

🌹CW

Rough Sex|Riding|Cowgirl Position|Domestic Teasing|Domestic Sex|Poor Muffins|Praise Kink|Raw Need|Meanie! Lee Felix|Dirty Talk/Rambles|Whiny Dom! Lee Felix|Bold Fem! Reader|Pussy Cupping|Domestic Horny|Felix's Body Twitches When He Tense Up|Aftercare|Lovesick

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter. 

You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair. 

A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips. 

You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray. 

Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.

A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.

You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,

You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted,  lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.

Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls. 

"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now. 

Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.

Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure. 

Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.

Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.