#yongbokie

[sweatyracoon]

Synopsis:

You beg your boyfriend to try on some outfits you bought for him, and once he does, you can't get enough. And neither can he.

"You could be wearing a trash bag and I'd still wanna fuck you,"

Warnings:

Crossdressing, Dom reader, language, palming, dry humping, oral, pinv, anal play, slapping, pegging

You were waiting patiently for your boyfriend to walk out of the bathroom, your body shaking in excitement.

You had finally got him to agree to trying out the clothes you bought specifically for him. For you.

You never went a day without calling him your princess, and truly, you knew how much he liked it.

The blush and soft giggle. The way his pupils dilate.

You loved him in everything he wore, but this was something of a fantasy. You need it to be real.

"I'm done, I think?" You heard him say softly behind the closed door.

"Come on then!" You squealed, getting impatient.

You were unsure of what he wore first, but it wouldn't matter either way. He would look absolutely stunning.

And that he did.

When he walked out slowly, head hung and legs pressed close together.

His blonde hair was wrapped in a messy bun at his nape, loose strands pointing every which way.

His face was flushed as he avoided your gaze.

His top was a flashy hot pink, a cropped sweater, the uneven laces longer than necessary. The shadow of his abs rested underneath the fabric, leading further down to a black skirt, a chain laced through the left belt loop.

Stockings decorated his legs, trailing up til it reached mid thigh, striped lines of black and white, contradicting the rest of the outfit.

No shoes.

Your face was on fire, your mouth open.

"Wow, Felix," You mumbled, your mouth suddenly dry, your eyes hungry.

He barely looked at you.

You could tell he was shy.

"Are you uncomfortable?" You suddenly asked, not even thinking about that. You should have.

He lifted his head, eyes wide.

"No! Not at all. It's just that, this is new..."

You both stood quiet.

You walked up to him, and he saw the way you were staring.

"Do I...look okay? I feel like I look weird, y/n," He was insecure? Did he not know how attractive he was?

"Felix. Love? You know you could be wearing a trash bag, and I'd still want to fuck you?"

He stood, expression blank. What should he say to that?

He was turning red watching your smile turn into a smirk, shifting from one foot to another.

You simply lifted your finger and beckoned him towards you.

"What's the matter, Lixie?" You cooed, watching him stumble.

"Nothing...I just...wasn't expecting that," You watched his Adams apple bob as he got closer.

You were still sitting, and when he stopped in front of you, his crotch was near your face level, and you saw how his cock was half hard already. You smirk, gripping his hips and looked up at him, eyelids hooded.

"Wanna go try on more?"

You could see the gears turning in his head, how he was already falling into that headspace he loved so much. He nods.

You tap his hip.

"Go on, baby,"

He nods again turning and walking more comfortably, the black skirt hugging his ass. You smirked.

The next outfit happened to take your breath away.

He was more confident, no longer worried, knowing you bought it because you liked it anyway.

Now it was a strapless top that hugged his figure. His abs shown through the thin fabric, and the color nearly blended into his skin. The skirt was longer and flowy, and had a slit that reached all the way up to the top of his thigh. That's when you saw the garter on his leg, and you felt yourself clench.

He put his hair up the time, a beautiful ponytail and a shy expression.

He walked towards you this time without you needing to tell him to, and he swayed his dancer hips a bit more, wanting to please you.

You sigh.

"Baby, your so gorgeous," You stand, grabbing his hips and pulling him against you.

"Really?" He asked softly, avoiding your eyes as he turns pink.

You grab his chin, and made him look at you.

"Don't believe me, baby?" You pout cutely, rubbing his hip.

He didn't say anything, which made you tsk at him.

"Guess I'll just have to show you how pretty you are," He whisper against his ear, slowly pushing him onto your shared bed.

He sighed, looking like an angel as he layed down on his back, his legs spread, and his skirt flowing around him, his top already nearly falling, showing one of his nipples.

You smirk, reaching under the bed, grabbing lube, and your strap, and when you looked back to him, you saw his chest falling quicker.

"Ready, baby?" You cooed, trailing your hand up to carress his exposed nipple.

His breath hitches as he nodded, making you grin.

"Words, baby,"

"Yes! Please..." He whined, his hips wiggling, exposing the hem of the female underwear he put on, making you gasp.

"I didn't think you'd go all out for me, hon," You smile genuinely, outlining the pale pink lace.

"Anything to see you smile, my love," He sighed, and your heart melted.

Those words made you decide not to make him wait. Not when he's being so perfect for you.

You help him out of the skirt and top, leaving him only in the lace and garter. You started drooling.

He blushed, glancing away, but you didn't stop him.

"Your so fucking pretty, Felix," you whispered before taking his clothed cock into your mouth as much as you could, soaking the fabric as he groaned.

You teased the tip through the barrier, and felt it twitch in your mouth, your hands coming up to hold his thighs still.

He knew better than to grab your head, so instead he gripped the sheets, gasping as you toyed with him, pulling the garter and letting it snap against his skin, loving the sting.

When you pull away, you hear his soft whine, and then the relieved sigh as you pull both the garter and panties down, reaching for the lube.

"Color." You demand as you lube your fingers, pressing them against his rim.

"Green," he whined, his hips trying to push against your hand.

You flicked his thigh and he stilled, so you press two fingers in at once, making him moan loudly, knees lifting naturally.

You set a quick pace, desperate to be inside him, already to aroused for anymore foreplay.

His moans got louder as you curled your fingers, and his eyes rolled back as he got closer.

"Not yet, baby," You coo, pulling away.

The whine he let out shook you to your core, and his right hand made grabby hands at you, making you melt.

"I got you, just give me a second, love," You said, kissing his cheek before taking off your shorts, and replacing it with the strap.

Your placed the rubber cock on the inside into yourself, moaning softly as your strapped it on tightly, lubing the opposite cock, and placing it at his entrance.

"Color?" You gasp, looking at his flushed, sweaty skin, and his blissful expression.

"Green! Please, y/n!" He cried, eyes filling with tears as he grabbed your shoulders.

You groan before pushing in slowly, his back arching, and he let out a deep moan.

His mouth open wide, making you press a finger against his tongue.

"Suck," you moan, thrusting into him quickly, the vibrations inside you pushing you awfully close.

He moans around your fingers, looking into your eyes as his body jolts with each one of your rough thrusts.

"Fuck!" You yell, pulling your hand away, replacing them with your mouth, spit and moans exchanged, teeth and tongue clashing.

He wraps his legs around your waist pulling you close. You end up grinding harshly into him, making you both cry out.

"M'close!" He sobbed, head tilting back.

"Cum with me, baby," You whine, biting his neck.

When you felt his load hit both of your stomachs, you squirted around the strap inside you, moaning against his flushed freckled skin.

You both lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

When you sit up, you look down at your boyfriend, and see that his hair came undone, his hair all over around him, almost making it a halo.

"I love you, baby," you whisper, carressing his head.

"Love you too," He whispers back, closing his eyes and smiling, a little giggle escaping.

You grin.

"Let's get cleaned up," you pull out, making him hiss.

You help him sit up, and he smirks, looking back at you.

"I have a few more outfits to try, though,"

Your heart nearly stopped and you grin.

"Whatever you want, Lixxie,"

[chroniclesofskz]

Shadows of Rebellion

In a world where perfection is drilled into every corner, the streets are lined with identical houses, their white walls gleaming under the constant surveillance of cameras. Every garden is meticulously maintained, every blade of grass cut to the same length, and the streetlights blink in unison. There’s no mess, no clutter—just pristine surfaces and the watchful eyes of Harmoni Corp observing from above, ensuring nothing disrupts the manufactured peace.

From birth, they’re molded to fit a role they don’t choose. In school, instead of normal lessons, children are subjected to a system that analyzes their every move, their personality, even their biological data. Tablets score their performance, and AI algorithms determine who they are—how they walk, talk, behave—everything calibrated to find their ideal match. The future is predetermined, an endless cycle of testing and matching, with every step orchestrated for harmony.

When they turn 18, the process accelerates. A call from Harmoni Corp arrives, summoning them to the sleek, clinical facilities where their lives are forever changed. There, they are poked, pricked, scanned, and tested by advanced AI that claims to divine their perfect partner. Doctors in spotless white uniforms guide them through exhaustive exams, collecting every piece of biological and psychological data—ensuring that when the moment comes, their match will be as perfect as the system believes.

Y/N’s life changed the day she received her list of instructions. She was taken from her childhood home and placed into a home identical to all others, a space devoid of personality, walls lined with cameras watching her every move. She’s told her future is already decided—her match is someone whose data aligns perfectly with hers. She only knows his name, a mere string of characters, nothing more. The system promises that eventually, they will meet inside their “forever home,” and the moment will be orchestrated with precision.

She doesn’t want this—she refuses. She dreams of a life where no cameras judge her, where she decides when and if she has children, where her body isn’t monitored and controlled. The idea that she’s deemed “defective” if she can’t conceive, that her worth depends on the system’s standards, makes her angry and despairing. This isn’t the life she envisioned; it’s a manufactured existence, a prison of perfection.

Her designated partner is someone named Felix. She’s told he is the one who scores best for her, the ideal match created by the algorithms. But she has no idea what he looks like, what he’s like—only that at some point they will meet inside those four walls, and their connection will be purely system-approved. She’s told their paths are already set, their destinies intertwined by the cold logic of the corporation.

Felix—her future—embodies a quiet strength, a calm demeanor that balances kindness and resilience. His features are something you imagine—soft and appealing, yet capable of hiding complexity beneath. Perhaps he has gentle eyes that hold a hint of rebellion, a stubborn jawline that hints at fighting the system, or an effortless smile that reveals he’s not fully convinced by this world. But for her, he is simply the person programmed to complete her.

Y/N’s life is dictated by protocols—scheduled routines, monitored interactions, and a constant undercurrent of rebellion simmering beneath the surface. When their “meeting” finally happens, inside that identical, sterilized home, there are no sparks—just a quiet acknowledgment of systems aligning, of lives forced into harmony.

But underneath the surface, questions stir. How much of this is real? Can she truly find love within the confines of a system that wants her to conform? Will Felix be more than just a match—will he see her as a person, not just a sum of data points? Or is their connection just another manipulation crafted by the corporation to maintain control?

In this world of endless perfection, her greatest act of rebellion might just be choosing to question everything. To resist the algorithm’s grip. Because somewhere deep inside, she knows she is more than a number—more than the system’s idea of harmony. And whether Felix is the answer or just another piece of the puzzle, she’s determined to find out.

The day of their official meeting arrived in a blur of clinical anticipation. The white, windowless room felt colder than ever, the air thick with silence broken only by the hum of machines and distant footsteps. Y/N sat in a sleek chair, her heart pounding but her face composed—trained to suppress any sign of deviation, of rebellion. Across from her, Felix waited, his expression calm but alert, like someone who knew he was part of something much larger than himself.

The door slid open silently, and a figure in a sharp, white uniform entered. It was the overseer—one of the many agents of Harmoni Corp tasked with ensuring that everything remained perfect, nothing left to chance. He approached with a clipboard, eyes scanning the screen in front of him, and then offered a small, emotionless nod.

“Y/N,” he intoned, voice devoid of warmth. “Your match has been prepared. You will now meet your destined partner.”

The door swung open again. Inside, standing perfectly still, was Felix. He looked every inch the ideal—balanced, composed, as if he belonged to a different world. His features seemed carved from porcelain, with eyes that looked at her not with fear, but with quiet curiosity—that unspoken understanding that something about all of this felt wrong.

As Y/N’s eyes locked onto his, she felt a jolt of something unnameable—defiance, fear, maybe heartbreak. The system had brought her here, but her soul whispered that she was more than just data points, more than a product of algorithms designed to bring harmony. She was human. She had a choice hidden beneath the layers of control.

“Hello,” Felix said softly, voice steady but warm, breaking the ice after a moment of tense silence. His smile was gentle—almost hesitant—as if he knew this moment was more than just a system match.

She responded with a careful nod, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Everything about her was her own—her eyes, her voice—yet they all seemed like scripts, pre-approved, rehearsed in the shadows of her mind.

The overseer observed silently as they exchanged the barest of greetings. For a moment, the world outside paused—two entities brought together by cold calculations, yet fighting the very fabric of their predetermined existence.

What if I don’t want this? her mind whispered, the question echoing louder than any protocol. She looked at Felix, trying to read beyond his calm exterior, searching for a flicker of resistance or rebellion, but he was as controlled as she was. They were both pawns in a game they barely understood.

Over the next few days, the “harmony” of their life unfolded meticulously—each interaction a carefully curated performance. The houses, all identical, held no surprises. Cameras captured every gesture, every glance, every moment of resistance she tried to hide. Yet inside, her mind was a battlefield of doubt and silent defiance.

She didn’t want to be a part of this perfection. She wanted chaos—her own choices, her own life. The idea that her body and future were being manipulated by artificial intelligence and strict regulations made her sick with frustration. She thought about the women and men who had come before her—those who had given up, those who had conformed, and those who had dared to dream of escape.

And Felix—Felix was the embodiment of her silent rebellion. He was gentle but strong, a flicker of hope amid the oppressive order. His presence felt like that tiny crack in the perfect wall, an invitation to break free.

One night, under the guise of a routine check, Y/N subtly taps her tablet, secretly searching for a way out. Hidden deep within the system’s firmware, she finds whispers—glitches, rumors of other dissidents who refused to accept the system’s authority. Maybe they had escaped. Maybe they had fought back.

Her opportunity arises when she notices the security lapses, the moments when the cameras flicker or the AI system momentarily stutters, like a machine starting to break. That’s when she whispers to Felix—her voice barely above a breath.

“Can we leave? Can we run?”

He looks at her, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing. A decision is made in that silent gaze—an unspoken vow that they can’t stay trapped in this endless cycle of false harmony.

One stormy night, as the oppressive surveillance dulls into silence, they gather what little they need—nothing but their resolve and stolen moments of rebellion. Stepping into the shadows, they slip past the cameras, moving toward the unknown, their hearts pounding loud enough to drown out the empty streets.

The escape isn’t easy. Sirens blare, alarms chirp to life, and the oppressive security system fights to reign them in. But they push through, fueled by the fear of a life lived in chains and the fierce hope of real freedom.

In that moment, they’re no longer two systems of data and design. They are two rebels

The rain had begun to fall hard as they hurried through the empty streets, the sound of heavy boots echoing behind them. The once immaculate neighborhood, so carefully constructed to mirror perfection, now seemed distorted—shadows flickering in the darkened alleyways, the lights from the security drones cutting through the rain like laser beams. Every step was a gamble, every breath a risk. Their goal: the main perimeter fence, the only barrier left between their manufactured lives and what lay beyond.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, not just from the sprint but from the weight of everything she had been told — and everything she was about to do. She cast a quick glance at Felix, who moved with a quiet determination that inspired her. Like her, he wanted nothing more than to reclaim his life—no more cameras, no more controlling protocols, no more being a product in someone else’s perfect plan.

The fence loomed ahead, a high, shimmering barrier woven with electric wires that crackled ominously in the storm. Sparks danced around opposition points, warning almost aloud: Turn back. Stay compliant. But neither of them hesitated.

“Ready?” Felix whispered, voice barely audible over the downpour.

Y/N nodded, her hands trembling as she fished out a keycard she’d hidden in her pocket—a desperate, fragile hope that it might give them enough of an edge to get through. With a swift swipe, a flicker of acknowledgment passed, and the barrier stopped its relentless hum for a split second—the system glitching, perhaps just enough.

The moment the gate's barrier wavered, they moved quickly, slipping through the opening just as alarms blared behind them. The door sealed with a hiss, and for a fleeting moment, they thought they'd made it. But the world outside was a chaos they’d never truly prepared for.

They ran into the night, into the wilderness beyond the orderly streets. The forests stretched ahead, a tangled maze of shadows and wet leaves, black and unwelcoming. Every instinct told them to push forward, to get as far from the facility as possible—their safe haven of perfection turned nightmare within moments.

They didn’t speak, only rushing through the thick undergrowth, the rain masking their breaths and footsteps. Occasionally, flashlights cut through the darkness, revealing armed surveillance drones circling overhead, their eye-like lenses scanning for intruders. It was clear—they were being hunted.

Y/N stumbled and nearly fell, but Felix caught her, gripping her close. His face was grim but resolute, hands trembling in the mud as he checked their surroundings.

"We can't go back," he hissed, voice edged with urgency. "They'll hunt us down. We have to keep moving—find somewhere to hide."

Fighting exhaustion and fear, they pressed on, the forest enveloping them. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a flicker of hope—this might be their chance for freedom, for a life beyond the sanitized, monitored existence. The system was relentless, but they were just two individuals willing to risk everything to be more than just numbers, more than a puzzle to be solved.

Minutes felt like hours as they navigated the darkness, until finally, they came upon what seemed like an abandoned structure—an old, rusted shelter hidden behind a thicket of bushes. Bursting through the door, they collapsed inside, leaning against the cold walls as rain pattered on the roof.

The silent night was broken only by their ragged breaths. Y/N looked at Felix, who was soaked through but alive, his eyes shining with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Despite everything, she found herself trembling—not from fear now, but from the exhilaration of defying the impossible.

“We made it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We’re really out of there.”

Felix reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “It’s not over yet… but at least we’re free from all that control. From the cameras. From the system that tried to turn us into perfect copies of each other.”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the rain, the distant hum of the surveillance drones still chasing their trail. But a new hope had taken root—one that refused to be broken. They were no longer prisoners of Harmoni Corp’s utopia.

It was silent the only thing that could be had was the rain falling on the broken roof of the abandoned structure Y/N lay there out of breath the wet dripping down her clothes she shiverd gently.

Felix took one look at her—soaked, trembling, yet undeniably real—and in that moment, something primal stirred within him. Without a second thought, he closed the small distance between them, his hands cupping her face with a fierce intensity. His eyes bored into hers, reflecting a raw hunger and a desperate need that left no room for doubt. He leaned in, his breath hot against her lips.

His mouth crashed onto hers, a hungry, demanding kiss that sent shockwaves through her body. It was a kiss that promised everything and left nothing to the imagination. Her mind reeled, trying to process the sudden, overwhelming sensation of his lips against hers, the smoothness of his skin against her own, the taste of rain and something more primal. Her lips parted instinctively, inviting him in, and she surrendered to the moment with a fervor that matched his own.

Things escalated rapidly—Felix's hands roamed her body, pulling her flush against him, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to claim her. Their breaths mingled, hot and desperate, as the rain continued to pound overhead, a distant echo to the storm raging between them. Felix's lips trailed a path of fire down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin, leaving marks that would linger long after the night was over.

She responded with equal fervor, her hands clutching at his shirt, fisting the fabric as she pulled him closer. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his body beneath the wet cloth, feeling the power and heat radiating from him. The tension that had been building during their escape, the fear, the uncertainty—they all evaporated in the face of this raw, unbridled passion.

Felix's hands found the hem of her dress, slipping beneath it to explore the soft skin of her thighs. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. She gasped, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through her veins. Felix paused, his eyes meeting hers, a question in their depths.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire and concern. She nodded, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. "I want this," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a gentle, reassuring kiss. His hands continued to explore her body, but with a newfound tenderness, as if he was cherishing every inch of her. He roamed her curves, admiring the softness of her skin, the way her body fit perfectly against his. But as his hands moved lower, she felt a rush of shyness, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

Felix noticed her hesitation and paused, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and understanding. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Every inch of you." He trailed a finger down her side, making her shiver with anticipation. "I want to see all of you."

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat as he slowly peeled away her wet clothes, revealing her bare skin to his hungry gaze. He took his time, admiring her body, his eyes roaming over her curves with a fierce intensity that made her feel both vulnerable and powerful.

They stumbled backward, their bodies entangled, until they reached a makeshift bed of discarded clothes and old blankets. Felix's mouth found hers again, his kiss more urgent, more demanding, but always gentle, always asking for permission. Her hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the strength and power beneath her fingertips.

Clothes were discarded hastily, tossed aside in their haste to be closer, to feel more. Felix's mouth trailed down her body, his tongue and teeth leaving a path of fire and pleasure. He took his time, exploring every inch of her, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive her wild with need. He teased her nipples with his tongue, making her moan and arch against him. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, embarrassed by the sounds escaping her lips, sounds she had never made before.

He noticed her shyness and pulled back slightly, his eyes soft with understanding. "Don't hold back," he whispered, his voice gentle. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good this feels."

Encouraged by his words, she let go of her inhibitions, her moans growing louder, more uninhibited. He fingered her deeply, his thumb circling her clit, making her cry out with pleasure. She reached for him, her hands wrapping around his hard length, stroking him gently. He groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. She leaned down, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. He moaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her moans vibrating around his length.

Felix pulled her up, his body pressing against hers, his hard length nestled between her thighs. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers, seeking permission. She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. He entered her slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and pain, her nails digging into his back.

He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. He fucked her with a passion that left them both breathless, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her body arching to meet his thrusts. Her moans filled the small space, unashamed and free, a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Felix," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and need. "Don't stop."

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her, his body slapping against hers. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

"Cum for me," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you cum around my cock."

She cried out, her body tensing as she came undone, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. He groaned, his own release following close behind, his hot seed spilling into her, filling her completely.

They collapsed onto the makeshift bed, their bodies spent and sated, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Felix pulled her into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses against her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. She snuggled into him, a contented sigh escaping her lips, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of their passion.

As the storm outside began to subside, Felix held her tighter, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Stay with me," he whispered. "Forever."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, a mixture of joy and fear. "Forever," she echoed, her voice barely a whisper.

In that moment, as the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds, they knew that their journey was just beginning, a promise of a future filled with love, passion, and the wild, uncontainable storm of their desire. It wasn't some algorithm or AI that had made them compatible; it was love, pure and simple, a force that transcended all logic and reason, binding them together in a way that was as beautiful as it was unpredictable.

[yongbokiee-felix]

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“YongbokHai”

[strrykais]

1-800-hot-n-fun [lee felix]

when the reoccurring nightmares have you up all night, you decide to reach out to your campuses anonymous peer counseling in hopes to sleep.

stray kids masterlist

ⓒstrrykais

[lotusbee07]

[cookielixie]

you steal his hoodie

pairing: felix x reader

genre: fluff, crack

masterlist

taglist: @angelzforu @tinyelfperson @ujimoo

[duchesst0mat0]

[sanakimohara]

[ DIVE ] - L. F.

pairing: felix x fem reader (established relationship)

summary: post concert Felix taking his extra energy out on you.

playlist:

type: drabble/no real plot

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SMUT + ORAL + IMPLIED FREE USE + SOFT DOM FELIX

a/n: I had time and realized I haven't been writing much for Lix, so I had to fix that.

Felix, who adores it when you play with his hair while he fucks you -especially after he and the other members deliver another chaotically entertaining performance on their world tour.

Felix, who is drenched in water and sweat by the end of the night, finds you in his dressing room, watching you pick up messes and rearranging things even though you aren’t official staff, feeling the energy he hadn’t spent out while performing, going straight to his cock as he observes you for a moment.

Felix walks over to you like a magnet pulled in by gravity, cornering you with a tender smile, and you instantly return to the gentle expression. Nothing you can say distracts him; every question about the concert you have gets a short answer as his hands slide past the hem of your skirt, running along your warm and bare skin hidden underneath.

Felix, who isn't fazed that you neglected to wear panties, is ever so grateful, whispering short praises in your ear as he slides the skirt down your hips and watches it pool at your feet. You let him do what he pleases, more than happy to help him unwind, and despite trying to coerce a conversation out of him, you’re glad to be shut up with a pattern of sloppy kisses and muttered commands he knows you’ll follow in a heartbeat.

Felix hums softly and deeply in his chest when you tug at the silky strands. He feels proud of himself for making you feel good and wants you to pull his hair as often as you wish.

Felix, who ties his hair back when he needs to get a taste of you, is quick to drop to his knees and pry yours apart so his head rests between your thighs and his mouth finds your cunt all the easier.

Felix, who doesn’t care that you’re writhing mess in minutes, already dropping what you’re doing to gaze at him through softened eyes with a grateful smile on your lips.

Felix, who looks you dead in the eyes like a lovesick puppy when his tongue runs up and over your clit, warm and fixated on your every expression, the tender muscle explores your cunt inside and out until you’re shivering closer to a high.

Felix flashes you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen when he pulls away to push your legs up to your chest, soft hands holding them there by a grip on the back of your thighs as he dives straight back into eating you out.

Felix laughs softly at your hushed sighs and breathy moans filling the air, hoping whoever passes by the backstage dressing rooms can’t hear you over the lingering cheers of the crowd he just performed for, and he is glad you’ve grown out of being shy about them hearing you.

Felix, who always seems to need hydration on stage -constantly dousing himself in water when the chance arises- is now openly selfish with lapping up your arousal as it trickles out of you and onto his tongue.

Felix looks more than proud of himself, seeing your flushed and exhausted face disappear behind your hands as you try to regain composure. He plants chaste kisses on your inner thigh with a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.

“How are you not tired…?” you whine, refusing to admit that his obsession with dumping his post-concert energy on you wasn’t thrilling.

Felix clicks his tongue, feigning a thoughtful moment as he guides your legs to relax around his waist, smirking when you swallow a moan feeling his covered hard-on press into your bare cunt, “You know how to fix that for me. Don’t you, baby?…”

You nod slowly without a second thought, melting under his weight, returning the slow kiss he pressed to your lips as you traced your hands along his sweat-damp face to run through his tousled and drenched hair.

“Always…” you mutter against his mouth, smiling when he bites his lip satisfactorily at your answer.

a/n: fuck Donald Trump and double fuck everybody who voted for him. There I said my fucking peace…

other links: don't fucking ask…

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SKZ vs. Shark Week (Felix ver.)

How would each member of Stray Kids handle you while you're on your period?

BANGCHAN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | HYUNJIN JISUNG | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

WARNING: This is a female reader going through their period. If the topic of a period/anything that has to do with a period makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it. Just remember that there's nothing wrong with a woman's period. It's a perfectly healthy body function :)

THE MOODS It was very safe to say that you were an absolute wreck. Not necessarily because you were all over the place emotionally, but because you were just extremely sensitive. One tiny little compliment that Felix gave you would make you cry. One little critique would make you cry. The cute puppy that lived across the hall? It made you cry.

And so, Felix made an effort to always be with you. Any time you started crying, he'd instantly scoop you into his arms and coo to you, babying you with everything he had. While he was usually your baby, when you got emotional like this, you were his. And he'd do everything in his power to make you feel all better.

You want kisses? He's gonna douse you in them. You want to be held? Great! Felix won't let you go. You want him close? Felix will melt into you, nuzzle your cheek with his, and squeeze you until you feel better. You don't want any of that? Too bad. He'll do it anyway.

THE BLOOD You actually don't bleed that much. Your flow is really light, but it lasts a long, long time. And Felix couldn't be more thankful. Why? Because he could still get his cuddles while you bled and lay with you. What more, you were willing to go out and do things with him.

You didn't feel gross because you didn't have a swimming pool of blood in your pants, hell, you didn't have to double up on products, either. You could easily get away with just using panty liners most of the time. Simple as that. And Felix couldn't be more grateful that his girl was somewhat functional.

THE PAIN While your period was nice to you in the blood regard, it was NOT nice to you during the other symptoms that occurred. There wasn't necessarily pain, but you did tend to stay up way later. Why? Because you sweated like a mad man during the night. You'd get hot, then you'd get grumpy, and then you'd just want to sprawl and not be anywhere near Felix.

And while Felix was a bit upset by that, and wanted to cuddle like you both normally did, he also understood that you were just uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed. He would be too if he was creating a new ocean made entirely of sweat where he was laying.

And so, he would go and sleep in the dorms at night, only to come right back the next day to be with you in case you needed anything.

THE PRODUCT Because Felix has two sisters, I feel like he'd be pretty comfortable with the sight of period products. He knew the ins and outs of it really well, and so he was more than happy to help out where he could. The one thing he was a bit hesitant on was going and getting the products for you.

It wasn't that he didn't want to because it was weird or embarrassing, no no no. He just really didn't want to slip up and get the wrong ones. Even if you were to write down exactly what you need and send a picture to him, he'd still be nervous that it wasn't the right ones, and that he failed you (even though he's incapable of failing anyone).

And when it comes to the waste, Felix just...doesn't want to look. He doesn't like the sight of blood in any shape or form, and so if he does accidentally see it, he'll just come to you and hesitantly ask you if next time, you could possibly cover the blood a bit more so he doesn't have to see it. And you do it, because he's too precious to argue with.

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! ❤️❤️❤️

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Beneath the Summer Sky

Romance with fluff elements and light, suggestive intimacy

Under the blazing summer sun, old friends clash, secrets spill, and hearts collide. Felix has returned, carrying guilt and longing—now, on a sunlit beach, they learn that love might be the greatest adventure of all. When confessions slip and feelings finally surface, can they take the leap into something more?

The Australian sun poured its golden light over the secluded beach, casting a warm glow that made everything shimmer. The waves rolled in gentle, rhythmic patterns, whispering secrets to the sand. Y/N leaned casually against Seabreeze Snacks, her family’s cozy beach hut, which was painted in bright, cheerful colors. She wore her favorite Levi shorts, a soft baby pink bikini top that complemented her sun-kissed glow, and a light, sheer off-the-shoulder tank top that fluttered with the breeze. Her hair was pulled into a loose side braid, with tendrils escaping to frame her face, giving her that effortless, laid-back vibe that only someone truly comfortable in their skin could carry. Her eyes sparkled under the sunlight, bright and lively, full of the joy that this quiet spot always brought her.

Across the sand, the Stray Kids members were playing a lively game of football, their loud laughter echoing out into the blue sky. Felix, ever the cheerful and energetic one, was in the thick of it, his face lit up with a bright smile. But today, despite the exuberance, his gaze kept flickering toward her. Every time she cheered a teammate or chewed on her bottom lip while watching the game, his heart fluttered. He was grateful for these moments, even if they made his cheeks warm and his palms sweat.

Finally, Felix found a break in the game and jogged toward her family’s little shop, affectionately called The Tidal Treats. It was her family’s beachside haven—simple, cozy, and filled with the smell of fresh snacks and salty air. As he approached, he hesitated for a moment, feeling a little nervous. He knew she was busy with her work, but some instinct told him to come say hi, to find a reason to talk to her.

"Hey, Y/N," Felix said as he stepped up to the counter, the warmth of his smile trying to hide his nerves. "Can I get a couple of drinks for the guys? Something cold that hits the spot?"

Her face brightened when she saw him. "Of course! I’ll grab them right now," she said cheerfully, flipping open a cooler. Her relaxed, friendly voice and dainty smile made Felix’s heart skip a beat. Her eyes, so bright and full of life, made him forget how nervous he was.

He watched her move with quick, confident motions—her easy confidence seemingly shining in the bright sunlight. But his courage faltered just enough to make his words sound a little shaky. “Uh… actually, y’know… the guys would love for you to join them later. We’re just hanging out here for a bit. You’re welcome to come, if you’re not busy.”

Y/N looked up, surprised for a moment, then smiled shyly. “My shift ends in about ten minutes,” she said softly. “I’d love to join you—and the drinks are on the house. It’s still work, technically, but I think my family would be okay with it.”

Felix’s smile grew wider. “Well, in that case”—he hesitated for a beat—“I insist on paying.” His cheeks tinted pink. “It’s the least I can do.”

She giggled, cheeks rosy, and nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you guys soon.”

When her shift was finally over, she carefully removed her little work tank top, leaving only her bikini top and shorts. She glanced in a tide pool nearby, checking her reflection, then took a deep breath, nervous but excited. She knew today was special — her first time really meeting the other band members apart from Chan, who she’d known for a while. The thought made her stomach flutter.

Meanwhile, the group was still pretty lively, splashing and joking around by the water’s edge. Felix spotted her first and waved her over eagerly. “Hey! You made it,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling. His bubbly personality made everyone happy, but especially her. She stepped closer, feeling the warmth of the moment.

“Hi,” she said softly, shy but smiling. Her heart was pounding — this was Felix, the boy she’d known nearly her whole life, but also a total crush she’d kept hidden for so long. She tried to keep her composure, even as Felix’s easy charm made her blush.

The group was already planning a mini Olympics, a fun competition to settle who footed the bill for tonight’s dinner. Felix handed her a bib in cheerful red, imagining her on his team. “You’re on my side,” he said confidently, eyes playful.

“Let’s see if you keep up, Y/N,” Felix teased with a grin, handing her a bright red bib. Her cheeks warmed at the playful tone, but she accepted it, nervous yet excited to be part of the fun. The others gathered around, splitting into teams of five and four as the first game—football—kicked off with loud cheers and spirited shouts. Y/N, despite saying she wasn’t particularly good, surprised everyone with her agility and sneaky skills. Her tackles were fierce, and she outmaneuvered even the tallest guys, her eyes shining with a fierce competitive streak that only made Felix’s admiration grow.

Watching her was like witnessing a different side of her—confident, fierce, radiant under the sun. Felix couldn’t stop cheering her on, feeling his heart thump faster every time she scored a goal or made a slick move. The way her hair glistened, her skin glowing in the sunlight, her smile infectious—none of that escaped his notice. She was more than just his childhood friend today; she was his rising star on the sand.

When the football game wrapped up, they moved to badminton, where she admitted her skills were more “practice than expertise,” but her enthusiasm made up for any lack of finesse. She swung wildly at first, laughing at her own goofy attempts, then gradually found her rhythm, giggling more with each rally. Felix watched her as she laughed, her face lit up with genuine joy, a stark contrast to the shy girl she was just a few minutes ago. Her carefree attitude and natural smile made his stomach flip—a feeling he wasn’t entirely used to but was beginning to embrace.

The sun was climbing lower, casting long golden shadows over the beach, when somebody suggested a water fight. Instantly, chaos ensued—splashing, running, and shouting. Felix couldn’t resist joining in, grabbing Y/N’s waist and hauling her under a spray of salty water. She squealed, laughing uncontrollably and trying to wiggle free. Her wet hair stuck to her face as she tried to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and happiness.

Not to be outdone, Y/N retaliated fiercely, dunking Felix headfirst into the shallow tide pool. He surfaced coughing, water streaming down his face, curls plastered to his forehead. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of wet hair behind Felix’s face, her fingertips grazing his skin in a soft, intimate gesture. Felix looked at her with wide-eyed surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly at her tenderness. Then she doubled over in giggles, still soaked but glowing with pure happiness. Felix wiped his face with his sleeve, then gently splashed her back—more playfully now—feeling his grin grow wider as she squealed again, her laughter bubbly and lighthearted. He watched her—so alive, so carefree—and for a moment, he forgot about everything else, lost in the warmth of her smile and the playful sparks igniting between them.

Later, as the sky painted itself in shades of fiery orange and pink, Felix suggested a peaceful walk down the beach. The others went ahead, leaving Felix and Y/N to wander side by side where the sand was softer, quieter. They found a tiny, secluded spot behind a thicket of bushes, where their towels lay crumpled on the sand. The breeze was cool, and their damp bodies soaked up the salty air, sending a gentle chill through them.

They settled down on the warm sand, Y/N resting her head gently on Felix’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. Felix looked down at her, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. His heart pounded loudly, feeling the weight of everything he’d carried with him. He hesitated, then finally mustered the courage to speak.

“I honestly don’t want to leave,” he admitted quietly, his voice thick with feeling. “It’s so hard to go when I feel like I’m leaving my best friend behind. Especially now that I’m back in Australia—I’ve carried so much guilt for leaving you all those years ago. I chased my dreams, but I’ve always felt bad for abandoning you, for not being here when you needed me. And I’ve never stopped wishing I could turn back the clock just to tell you how much you mean to me.”

Y/N listened quietly, her gaze softening, but she didn’t interrupt. Instead, she gently took his hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. “You’re here now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “That’s what counts. I’ve always wanted what’s best for you, Felix. Honestly, I don’t care about the guilt or the regrets—I just want you to be happy, to chase your dreams and be the person you’re meant to be. My own feelings? They don’t matter. My selfishness isn’t going to stop you from doing what you love.”

As she spoke, her voice grew more unfiltered, almost rambling on the raw honesty pouring out. She looked away briefly, cheeks flushing, her words tumbling free—everything she’d been holding inside all this time. “I love you,” she blurted suddenly, the words spilling out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, her face turning beet red. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment, horrified by what she’d just revealed.

Felix’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t say a word at first. Instead, he gazed at her, a mixture of affection and amusement flickering across his face. Slowly, he reached up, gently removing her hand from her mouth, and looked into her eyes with a soft, understanding smile. “You really do love me,” he murmured, voice tender.

Y/N’s cheeks were blazing, her heart hammering so loudly she thought he might hear it. “I… I didn’t mean to say that,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—”

He took her trembling hand in his, his gaze full of gentle reassurance. “Hey,” he whispered softly, “you don’t have to hide it anymore. I’ve always known—I've always felt the same. And maybe I’ve been too afraid to admit it myself. But now… I want us to be more than just friends, Y/N. I want to see where this could go.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but a hesitant smile formed on her lips. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his in a shuddering, tentative kiss. Felix responded immediately, deepening the kiss as the feelings they’d both been hiding burst free. Her hands found his waist, and suddenly she was straddling him, feeling the strength of his abs through his shirt. Their bodies pressed close, igniting a heat that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

In that moment, they knew—they wanted something more than friendship. Something real, something lasting. But just as the intensity built and Felix’s lips were swollen from the passion, he instinctively hesitated. His breath was ragged, and he looked at her—his eyes dark with longing. “Hey,” he whispered softly, “we don’t have to rush. Let’s take our time. I want to do this right.”

Y/N’s face was still flushed and her chest heaved as she nodded softly, feeling a mixture of relief and eager anticipation. Felix gently brushed his fingers over her lips, feeling the weight of what they’d just revealed. “We’ll make it work,” he promised softly. “I swear. This—us—this is just the beginning.”

They stayed there, hearts pounding, knowing everything between them had shifted forever. They were stepping into something deeper—something more real—and whatever the future held, together was the only way they’d face it.

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Blue (It's so hot)

WC: 2078

Synopsis: Felix is the son of a wealthy industrialist who just had a very public and nasty divorce from his wife. Y/n is a reporter hired to find dirt on him for a story, but she's surprised to discover that she can't get much done when her assignment is a hot and teasing business man.

Warnings: unprotected sex once again (one of these days I'll make them wear a condom), business man Felix, his father is a CEO, oral (m. receiving), teasing, slight dry humping, pet names, profanity, riding, slight praise, title based off of 'Blue' by DynamicDuo

A/n: I'm here again with another one!!! This was fun to write lol. Let's not talk about how choppy it is in the middle lmao (I got bored and needed them to fuck already). As always thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who keeps nagging me to finish TSSOUL series. I will I promise!! I've just hit a block so... yeah. Enjoy this Felix fic!!

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Felix sat on the couch against the far wall in his father’s office, legs crossed and his hands resting on his knee. If his father couldn’t even be on time to a meeting with his own son how does he run his company smoothly? Felix will forever be surprised the business is as successful as it is.

Felix was two seconds from getting up when his father walked in, tightening his tie and fixing his hair. So he was late because fucking his secretary was more important than his own son? Right. 

This is why his marriage to Felix’s mother didn’t work out. One, because his dad is a cheating bastard who refuses to keep it in his pants no matter how small it is. Two – and this is probably the more important reason – he’s gay, and his secretary bending his father over and sticking his dick into him on a daily basis probably made him realize that. 

Felix lets out a loud sigh and clears his throat as he gets up to sit in a chair opposite his father’s desk. 

“You done?” Felix says, disdain in his voice and picking at his nails. 

His father sighed and sat down in his office chair. “You know I had some business to deal with, Felix. I apologize for being a little late.” 

I’ve been waiting for 55 minutes. Felix thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. It’s not worth getting into an argument over. 

“Now, I know there's a lot of different things that come with me and your mother’s divorce, and I want to make sure that you’re able to carry out your responsibilities, son.” 

This was what he waited an hour in his office to hear? ‘I hope my divorce from your mother doesn’t affect your work’?

“I’m fine, father. I think you’re the one who needs to focus on your responsibilities right now,” Felix was struggling not to let disrespect make its way into his tone. “The news is all over you since the divorce and you so obviously being involved with your secretary doesn’t help.”

His father glared at him as he talked. It was obvious to Felix that he wanted to argue – but what could he say? Nothing he was saying was wrong, and getting defensive about it wouldn’t help anything either. 

Felix’s parent’s divorce was very public and very nasty. His mother said things that were enough to get his father thrown out of the CEO position, and his father said things that were enough to get his mother thrown in jail.

Luckily, his mother had a good lawyer. 

Either way, Felix got caught in the middle of their dog fight and now he had to play Switzerland between them. 

“Just do your job, Felix. Don’t worry about me or what business I’m handling with my secretary.” His father hissed out, obviously defensive and glaring daggers at him. 

Felix scoffed and looked to the side, tongue poking out his cheek. “You're right, father. How often your secretary bends you over isn’t my problem or my business, but when the news tears you apart don’t come to me for help.” Felix said, getting up and straightening his suit out. 

Felix knew about his father's dirty hands skimming off of the business funds, the offshore accounts, the several illegal things that could get him thrown in jail with Felix and his mother in the cell next to him. If the media ever gets word of any of it, his father will go down in flames and it won’t be pretty. 

As he turned around and walked to the door he could practically hear his father seething and decided to dig his grave further. 

“I’m lucky small dicks aren’t genetic.”

_______

Y/n had covered war zones, political implosions, and tech billionaires with too many secrets and not enough moral compass (in her opinion). But this story? This one was different. 

The Lee Divorce wasn’t just tabloid gold, it was a Category 5 media strom – ugly, sprawling, and enough hatred to give anyone a headache.

And right in the middle? Felix Lee. 

Y/n didn’t care about the society drama. What she cared about was the rumors: missing assets, offshore accounts, shell companies quietly gutted just weeks before the divorce was announced. There was something deeper there. Something worth chasing. 

The first time they met was at a private art gallery showing. She found him leaning against a column like he owned the place. His amused expression when their eyes locked made her think he could read her mind. 

“Ms. y/l/n,” he said, swirling a glass of red wine. “I was wondering when you’d come sniffing around.” 

“I’m not sniffing,” she said, slipping her recorder in her coat pocket. “I’m digging.” 

It surprised y/n that he knew who she was and that she was obviously there for a story.

His smile curved like a blade. “Careful. You dig too deep and you might find something sharp.” 

Felix was the kind of man who deflected everything with charm and perfectly-timed sarcasm. He teased like it was second nature – every comment laced with something dangerous, every smirk a challenge. But y/n had learned to read people, and beneath the effortless confidence was something cracked. 

“You don’t seem too broken up about your parents’ divorce,” she said, watching his reaction closely. 

He shrugged, putting on a show of nonchalance. “They were always better at playing house than actually living in one.” 

His tone made her feel for him for some reason. Maybe it was the obvious way he wasn’t chill about the whole thing, or maybe it was the sad look in his eyes that held everything all at once. 

Y/n had to get this story, she couldn’t back out now. But…something about the way he looked made her not want to push further. It was obvious he was keeping something a secret, but she didn’t want to shove him over the edge to find out. 

She sighed and looked off to the side. “Look, my boss sent me here to find dirt on you about the divorce, but I'm not the type of person to push beyond someone's comfort. So I’ll stop, but I know there’s something going on here, and I plan on finding it.”

______

So much for y/n’s determination to find the dirt she was looking for. The closer she got to Felix, the further she fell for him. Showing up at his office, going to events and parties just to get close to him. Something about him made her obsessed with him. She had long forgotten about the story she was supposed to be finding on him, instead getting lost in his looks, his voice, the way he talked to her. 

Which led them to where they were now. Fucking on the regular. 

Felix lounged back on the bed, his eyes roving appreciatively over y/n’s body as she stood before him. She was wearing a thin silk robe, the deep V-neck giving him a tantalizing peek at her cleavage. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Well, well, well," Felix purred, "don't you look good enough to eat, sweetheart."

Y/n smirked and tied her robe tighter. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Felix," she teased. "Unless...you plan to put that clever tongue of yours to good use?"

Felix chuckled lowly and crooked a finger at her. "Come here and find out, beautiful."

Y/n bit her lip and sauntered over to the bed, letting her robe fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. Felix's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of her, from the swell of her breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned, reaching out to grab her wrist and yank her down onto the bed. Y/n squealed in surprise as she landed on top of him, her bare skin pressing against his clothed body.

"Someone's eager," she purred, grinding her hips against the prominent bulge in his pants. "Is that all for me?"

"You know it is," Felix growled, cupping her ass and pulling her harder against him. "I'm always hard for you, baby. Always ready to give you what you need.”

Y/n moaned and kissed him fiercely, plundering his mouth with her tongue. Felix kissed her back just as passionately, one hand tangling in her hair while the other continued to grope her ass.

He broke the kiss after a long moment and smirked up at her. "Take off my clothes, sweetheart," he commanded huskily. "I want to feel that hot little mouth on me."

Y/n shivered with anticipation and sat back on her heels, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She traced her fingers over his chest and abdomen as she went, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his smooth skin. Felix groaned and arched into her touch.

"Keep going," he urged breathlessly as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Y/n complied eagerly, fumbling with his belt and zipper until she could finally free his straining cock. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and pumped it slowly, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Mmm, so big and hard," she purred, leaning down to lick a stripe up his length. "I love how you taste, Felix."

Felix tangled a hand in her hair and guided her head lower. "Then suck it like a good little girl," he ordered smugly. "Worship my cock with that pretty mouth."

Y/n shot him a sultry look but obediently parted her lips, taking him deep into her throat. She moaned around him as she bobbed her head, relishing his salty taste and the way he filled her mouth. 

"That's it, sweetheart," Felix groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as she sucked him. "Take it all. Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

He rocked his hips up into her face, fucking her throat steadily as she gagged and slurped around him. Y/n loved the feeling of being used for his pleasure, loved the dominant way he held her head and controlled her movements.

After several minutes, Felix tugged her off his cock and dragged her up his body for a filthy kiss. "Enough teasing," he rasped against her lips. "I need to be inside you, baby."

Y/n whimpered in agreement and straddled his hips, reaching between them to notch his cock at her entrance. She sank down on him with a low moan, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"God, yes," she gasped, rocking her hips to take him even deeper. "You fill me up so good, Felix."

Felix gripped her waist and pistoned his hips upward, slamming into her slick heat. "Ride me, baby," he urged hoarsely. "Take what you need.”

Y/n did just that, bouncing on his cock with wild abandon. Her tits jiggled enticingly with every movement, and Felix leaned up to capture one sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. 

"Fuck, just like that," he groaned, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue. "Gonna make you come so hard on my cock, angel. I know you want it.” 

Y/n could only cry out and move faster, chasing her orgasm. She could feel it building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Felix thrust up into her sharply and pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

She came with a scream of his name, pussy clenching down on him like a vice. Felix snarled and pounded into her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" he groaned, slamming up into her one last time before stilling deep inside. Y/n could feel him pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum, marking her as his.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. Felix pulled y/n down for a languid kiss, tangling his fingers in her damp hair.

"Never get enough of you, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled and nuzzled into his neck, feeling completely satisfied and cherished. She thought back to a couple of months ago when she was desperately trying to bring him down because of his parents divorce. She’s glad that now she gets to scream his name instead of dragging it through the dirt.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Late night thoughts 007☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“You okay back there, sunshine?” Felix x Reader

Felix sits behind you on the couch, his legs framing yours as he gathers a small section of your hair in his hands. His fingers fumble as he tries to separate the strands, and you can already feel the hesitation in his movements.

“You okay back there, sunshine?” you tease, peeking over your shoulder.

Felix lets out the most dramatic groan known to mankind, flopping against your back. “Why do you have so much hair? This is unfair. I’m being set up to fail.”

Without missing a beat, you start singing, “My life is so unfair....”

Felix freezes. “No.”

You grin, turning your head slightly. Felix lets out an even louder groan, dramatically dropping his forehead against your back. “I knew you were gonna do that.”

You giggle as he grips your shoulders like he’s in actual pain. “You set yourself up, babe.”

“This is worse than the braid,” he mutters.

You giggle, reaching up to pat his knee. “It’s just a braid, babe. You got this.”

He huffs, but his determination is cute,his lips pressed together, brows furrowed in deep focus as he attempts to cross one strand over the other. He stays silent for a good thirty seconds before suddenly whining, “Wait, I lost a piece...w-where’d it go?!”

You burst into laughter. “Lix, it’s attached to my head.”

“I know that!” he groans, completely unraveling whatever attempt he just made. “I just—I don’t know how it got so tangled!”

You smirk, turning your head slightly. “You giving up already?”

His hands immediately shoot up to gather your hair again. “Absolutely not.”

You laugh. “It’s okay, Lix. Braiding is kinda hard if you’ve never done it before—”

“Excuse me,” he interrupts, voice full of mock offense. “I have built IKEA furniture without instructions—this should not be harder than that.”

With newfound determination, he grabs your hair again, mumbling to himself. “Okay. Three strands. We’ve been over this. Three. Not four, not five.....wait, where did this extra piece come from?!”

You’re already shaking with laughter as he wrestles with the strands once again. “Babe, if it’s too hard—”

“Shh!” He leans in, squinting like that’s somehow going to help. “I am so close.”

“Lix, you just tied it into a knot.”

“…That was on purpose.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

You let him keep going, biting your lip to keep from laughing as he grumbles, mutters, and at one point even threatens your hair like it’ll listen. Eventually, he ties off the end with a triumphant noise and throws his hands in the air.

“DONE!”

You reach back, feeling what can only be described as a mess of loops and twists. “…Felix.”

“NO. DON’T JUDGE YET. LOOK AT IT FIRST.”

You turn around, barely holding in your laughter as you catch sight of his work—if you can even call it that. “Lix… this isn’t a braid.”

Felix flops onto the couch with a groan. “I give up. Your hair wins. I lose.” Then he perks up dramatically. “But at least I went down fighting.”

You giggle, leaning over him. “Don’t worry, sunshine. You do have other talents.”

Felix raises an eyebrow. “Like?”

You tap his lips. “Being kissable.”

He immediately brightens, wiggling his brows. “Oh? Well, if that’s the case—” Before you can react, he grabs your waist and yanks you down onto him, smirking. “I think I should really play to my strengths.”

You shriek, laughing as he smothers you in kisses. And honestly? Letting him lose was so worth it.

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