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#felix blurb
oddinarylani · 7 months
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7:12 am. lee felix. i belong nowhere but in your arms. 
he was impeccable. truthful, in beauty. irreplaceable - your heart strings pull vicious. you’re swallowed with adoration, soft like a blanket it swallows you into a timeless embrace. there was a place, inside your mind, where you could dance. dance. and be. stardust falls from the sky in glittery pillows and tufts. the stars hand him their essence, soft hands - glowing and warm to the touch. they smile upon him, thanking him. and their knuckles run over the swells of his cheeks, the tender bridge of his nose, and intermingle with the hair in his brow. you imagine he’d sat up from bed, his hand planted firmly to still him in his place - and he’d stroke the stars in the sky, their cheeks, their brow, and they would place their sweetness on his cheeks. “there’s many of us.” they’d say. frozen in great form over his eyes that shine with their light. “we’re with you.” and there they lasted, on his cheeks, his shoulders, his nose. sprinkles of starlight they left with him, and even now, you smile at the thought. 
the stars have left, but the sun embraces them in it’s warmth, promising to take care of the horizon while they were away. your legs remain comfortably burrowed in the white of his comforter, your elbow keeping you propped at his side dutifully. he sleeps sweetly; even like this he remained utterly perfect. in his dreams you’d hold him still, ever awaiting your arms with a promise. cuts of warm sunlight speak in fractals on the ground and over the bed where you both lay. a single shred peaks out from beyond the blinds, it’s thin length stretches over his jaw, cupping it with grace - and the warmth in his skin beams. “even the sun wishes to greet you.” you smile, raising your wrist with purpose as your gaze washes over him. with a tremorous hand you place your thumb on the cut of sunlight, meeting it’s touch on his face and stroking it lovingly. 
your cup overflows for him. your heart swells, throbs, and swallows your inside whole. what were you to do, what were you to do. it was hopeless really; the yield of love you held for him. it spills over, like a kitchen sink of cool water. breathing cannot soothe the ache within the confines of your ribcage - though you breathe in hopes of calming it. with every ounce of your being you’re afraid. you can’t let him go. you couldn’t. 
your eyes tremble over his sleeping form. every time you look at him. every single time. you feel the urge to just cry. beautiful wasn’t the word, no. you must do him the justice of finding something greater. you exhale, the sun is beginning to grow in it’s golden hue. he stirs in his sleep. 
“what am i to do?” you smile, the corners of your mouth wrinkling tenderly as you stroke his cheek again. as sleep leaves him with a soft goodbye, his arm stretches beneath the covers, reaching blindly for any purchase of you he could find, and rests his hand on the swell of your hip, eyes fluttering - stunning. 
you lean forward, pressing your lips to his forehead between his gentle brow. he closes his eyes at the feeling, his body rolling to press close to you. “home.” you mutter against him. 
“you’re home…” he mumbles. 
your arm stretches over him, the crinkle of the bed like music. the sun now stretches over your arm, in it’s fractal you feel it’s warmth, and wish it a soft good morning at it’s own sweetness. you lay into the bed, not for a moment able to deny him of the safety of your arms - that of a promise. your eyes gloss over, your lips fight a losing battle to not tremble. 
“i love you, but…” you swallow, he stretches his arms around your waist, his face tucking tenderly into the soft skin of your neck - his breath washing over your skin. “that would never be enough to say.” he presses his lips to the flesh of your jaw.
“you. that’s enough.”
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starryjeekies · 2 years
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~ If the World was Ending ~
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Pairing: lee felix x gn!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Summary: you had broken up with felix a year ago suddenly, telling him you wanted to focus on your career and so should he. a year later, he’s still trying to find a new normal after being numb to the world. he’s so numb in fact he doesn’t feel the earthquake that ripped through the city. he only notices when you message him for the first time in months.
Warning(s): mentions of alcohol and drinking (drink responsibly)
Words: 3k
A/N: hello! so this is my first fanfic that i’m posting on here now that i have a new tumblr dedicated solely to kpop. i’ll be posting a lot on here hopefully and currently my requests are open! this wasn’t proofread so if anyone wants to send me any edits about grammar, spelling, punctuation etc. feel free to! i wrote this based on felix singing “if the world was ending” during the chicago show of the maniac tour, his voice was heavenly and this idea popped into my head.
I was distracted and in traffic. I didn’t feel it when the earthquake happened.
Felix was on his way back to the dorm when the ground started to shake underneath the company car. Apparently it was significant enough to cause all the traffic on the road to slow down to a slow pause, all the tail lights lighting up in an angry red at the sudden disruption. Felix wasn’t really paying attention, music blaring in his headphones while his mind was lost in thought. He found himself doing that a lot lately; getting so lost in thought that the world disappeared around him and he blocked out reality.
It wasn’t until one of his bandmates hit his shoulder did he snap back to the waking world. He pulled out his earbuds and looked back at Lee Know whose eyebrows were furrowed up. “What?”
“Did you not feel that?” The oldest member in the car asked, seeing the confusion on his face. When the Australian shakes his head, he continues, “There was a massive earthquake that happened just now.”
“When we get back to the dorm,” Their manager starts, driving the car and starting to pull ahead. “If there’s any aftershock, meet in the lounge.”
The man nods, then slowly puts his headphones back in and hears the notification sound rip through his music.
y/n: did you feel that?
It’s been a year now. Think I’ve figured out how, how to let you go and let communication die out.
Felix wasn’t exactly expecting you to message him just then. It had been quite a while, close to four months since he last heard from you. You two had dated for quite a while and things were going well for you two. But a year ago, the relationship ended and you two went your separate ways. It wasn’t a bad break up, per se, but it still hurt for you both nonetheless.
You were friends beforehand and you somewhat stayed friends afterwards, though things weren’t the same as they were before. They never are. When the relationship ended, you two continued to talk for a while, still depending on each other for things and support even though it hurt him to see you. So he started to filter himself out of your life. Trying to get him to heal from the sudden absence of you, he started to distance himself. He would take longer to respond to you, he would lie and tell you he’s busy, he would avoid the places he knows you frequent even if he’s the one who introduced you to those places first.
Now that it had been a year since the breakup, he found things are simultaneously easier and harder. It was easier to stop himself from messaging you but he couldn’t bring himself to delete any of your messages. It was easier to fall asleep when he didn’t think about you, but on the nights he craved your existence it felt like burning agony. Felix could find other things to smile about, yet he would always want to share those things with you.
I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.
From Felix’s perspective, he didn’t know how long you two would last but he had hoped it’d be a long time. You had been together for longer than any of his other relationships which gave him that hope. Then when things started to come to a head for the both of you in your lives, something changed. He didn’t know when you had gotten so serious about future plans, so he was taken aback when you had told him you felt it’d be better to go separate ways then and there.
It was a civil and intense conversation. Neither of you raised your voices, presented pros and cons of the relationship, and talked through future plans. The one thing that hurt him the most in the conversation, though, was how you had insinuated that he couldn’t guarantee what his life would be like with you the more famous he got. To him, it felt like you didn’t trust him to love you, to take care of you, to protect you. That wasn’t how you intended that statement, but it’s what he felt.
So you two broke up.
He didn’t know you were waging a war against yourself every day because of what you thought was the right choice, he didn’t know how much you wanted to be enough for him but never could be in your own eyes, he didn’t know that you blame yourself so much it had affected your whole future.
Felix: surprisingly no, but everyone else did. you okay?
It didn’t take Felix long to see another response from you, and his heart twisted roughly in his chest.
y/n: not really…can I come over?
But if the world was ending you’d come over, right?
His heart rate quickened at your question, knowing what his gut and what his head said are two very different things. He didn’t know if you were just waiting for a reason to message him or had forgotten about him until now. He decided to swallow down his resolve and message you back.
Felix: yeah, I’ll be back to the dorm in about ten
I tried to imagine your reaction. It didn’t scare me when the earthquake happened.
When you saw the message from Felix, you decided to wipe your mascara tear stained eyes and get yourself around. You hadn’t been scared from the earthquake that you felt. You had already been drinking for about two hours and were emotionally drained and wrecked. If anything, the earthquake shook you back into reality. You were jolted out of your spiraling thoughts by the sudden shaking of your apartment. Some of your photo frames fell from the walls. One of your ceramic figures fell from your shelf and is now sitting in 3 pieces on the hardwood floor. The cup of last night’s tea you had left on the corner of the coffee table is now spilled on the floor. Your apartment was an accurate representation of how you felt. Discombobulated. Broken. Disastrous.
You didn’t expect Felix to answer you at all. You weren’t stupid, you knew he had distanced himself from you. You knew he was building a wall between you two. So you could only imagine his reaction to the intense shaking. But his reaction told you more than he actually did. So you pick yourself up and stumble around to grab your things.
But it really got me thinking, the night we went drinking, stumbled in the house and didn’t make it past the kitchen.
When you were with Felix, things were great. You had anything you could ever want: a loving, kind, generous, well mannered man who would do anything to make sure you had everything and more, even if you didn’t ask for it. In your eyes, he was perfect. He would listen to you on your bad days and offer you advice or just someone to complain to. He would treat you to the pastries he bought on his way to your place to surprise you. He would tell you every day, sun up and sun down, that he loved you.
When you would go to secret bars and drink, disguising his identity to ensure your privacy, the best conversations would happen. How do bees smell when they don’t have noses? What hair color should he try next? Would an octopus wear eight shoes, eight gloves, or four shoes and four gloves? Those conversations always left you two laughing unapologetically.
And when you returned to your place, you would barely make it to your living room before he would tackle you and pepper your lips in kisses. Behind closed doors, Felix was the most affectionate man you had ever met. He couldn’t get enough of you. He had to be touching you, holding you, kissing you. So he would fall back on the couch with you, holding you securely in his arms as he praised you and worshiped you. Everything felt perfect.
It’s been a year now, think I’ve figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out.
You knew it was your fault. You knew it was your own insecurity that led to you breaking up with him. But he was a champ when you explained your reasoning. You had told him about how you were supposed to be moving up in your work, up to essentially the director position of your branch. You would need to move when that happened, away from him. You told him with the success of his recent tour, he would only get bigger and bigger and it would be harder to hide your relationship from the public eye. You said you both deserved more than to deny each other’s existence, especially when distance will separate you even further than you already were. And that was true.
What you didn’t tell him was that you were afraid. You were afraid to lose him. You were terrified that with not being there anymore, he would find someone much better than you and leave you. You wouldn’t blame him, there are many other people out there who had a lot to offer him that you couldn’t. So you let it eat away at you, him never knowing your true feelings about that.
You hated yourself and your insecurities for drowning out your sense of logic. Logically, you knew Felix would love you no matter what. But deep down you felt like you didn’t deserve it. You would think of who would be better for him and that list only grew as time went on. Your little shred of hope was still there when you kept in touch with him, hoping he would tell you how much he missed you and wanted to get back together. Pitiful thinking, you knew, so you stopped thinking. You didn’t think about him. You didn’t think about yourself. You drowned out every thought you could with work and alcohol at times. It was the only thing that prevented your heart from tearing itself apart.
I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.
You were simultaneously shocked but also expectant of how Felix reacted. He was surprised at your sudden proclamation of wanting to break up, told you the reasons he didn’t want to, but eventually conceded to what you wanted. He agreed with you that the future was uncertain, that he didn’t know what the future had in store for you two. He didn’t know how hard it would be to keep your relationship blossoming.
What hurt you, which logically shouldn’t have, was how little he fought to keep you two together. You knew Felix, he would do whatever you wanted. So if you wanted to break up, he wouldn’t trap you in the relationship forever. But he wasn’t overly emotional about the breakup. He told you that it was okay, that he understood, and wanted what’s best for you. He didn’t push on you that he was the best thing for you and vice versa, he didn’t plead to make a schedule of regular times you can meet or facetime to make sure the spark was kept alive, he didn’t tell you not to worry about the future and focus on the now.
So you broke up.
You didn’t know he cried himself to sleep for two weeks straight after the breakup, you didn’t know how much he beat himself up for not being selfish and telling you he wanted you forever, you didn’t know he regretted everything he might have said to make you believe you didn’t have a future together.
But if the world was ending you’d come over, right?
You had called an Uber to take you to the corner store, still very intoxicated and in no condition to drive. The air was chilly and you had on the only thing Felix didn’t ask back from you: the sweatshirt you wore when you came home from work until it stopped smelling like him. You stumbled from the store down the block to the dorm. You still remembered the combination to get into the building, burned in your memory from all the times you had come over.
You went into the elevator and your vision blurred, from the tears or the alcohol you couldn’t tell. So when it gently stopped on his floor, you wiped your eyes and walked out to find his front door. Being face to face with the dark oak was overwhelming but there was no way you could sprint out of there in the condition you were in. So you knocked.
It didn’t take more than two seconds for him to open it and be face to face with you. He still looked as gorgeous as ever, bare face and precious freckles adorning his cheeks. His face fell when he saw the state you were in and that is what ruined you. You never wanted to see him so concerned for you. His arms quickly pulled you into his chest and he held you tight as you started sobbing into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while he clutched you around your waist. You couldn’t control your sobbing as he picked you up and took you to his room and closed the door behind him. As he sat on the bed, he could hear you mumble one thing,
“My whole world is ending and falling apart.”
Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant.
Felix gave you the time to cry it out before he said anything. He waited until your sobs were down to sniffles, when your body swayed slightly instead of shaking. He listened to you as you told him everything that happened. You told him how your future was fucked. You lost the one man you loved with all your heart. Your promotion was ripped from you because of your poor performance in those final months. You had to beg your landlord to let you stay in the apartment that was already being leased to someone else. You knew exactly where you fucked up and it was all because you broke up with him. You told him your insecurities you felt and still feel. You told him how you were wrong, so very fucking wrong.
You sit there, wiping your eyes for the millionth time, looking at his chest. “I never stopped lovin’ you, ‘nd I don’ expect you to take me back, I wouldn’ take me back bein’ like this either.”
Felix rests one of his hands against your cheek, feeling how warm it is. He notices just how much you pent up, evident in your tears still falling after an hour of you being here plus however long you were crying for before you came over. His heart breaks seeing you like this, how you both made dumb decisions and are paying the price.
“I wanna go back to that day ‘nd tell myself how stupid I am for lettin’ you go.” You mumble, eyes closing as you press yourself further into his palm.
“Hey,” He gently scolds you while his own tears well up in his eyes. “You’re not stupid, alright? I’m sorry that I made you feel insecure. It was my job as your boyfriend to make sure you were loved and cared for and knew how amazing you are. And I didn’t do my job.”
“Felix…” Your hand rests on his wrist, seeing the water flow down his cheeks.
“I’m not afraid to admit I was wrong, too. I should’ve fought harder.”
No, there wouldn’t be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye.
You smile at him lightly. Your arms wrap around his this time, giving him comfort at how both of you fucked up. His breath is hot against your neck, burning his face into you. This is the most comfort both of you have felt in that year of turbulence, navigating life without each other. You don’t have to think about the future right now. You can focus on each other, being together, sharing what’s been troubling you for the past year.
That night was the most refreshing night you’ve had in a while. You didn’t let each other go as you sobered up and listened to him, as he rubbed your back while you talked. There was no problem solving for you two; you both knew you couldn’t do that tonight. Whatever you two had to work through had to be saved for a later date when you had the mental fortitude to have that kind of conversation. But one thing Felix said returned that spark of hope you had,
“I don’t want to say goodbye.”
I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.
No, you and Felix weren’t meant for each other. You knew that from the start. You could see the flaws in him and he could see the flaws in you. You both had topics you would disagree on. Even at the peak of your relationship, you two argued. It was what you learned and what happened afterwards is what built you to be for each other.
You both learned that every opinion, thought, idea, and stance was multifaceted. You didn’t only have to see one side. Not everyone reacts the same way to situations. There was much more to love than finding someone attractive and enjoying their company. It was the intrigue of the multifaceted, the balance of stability and spontaneity, the reassurance and acts of being appreciated, the way you were around that person and how they made you feel, the growing separate but together, the growing together in the relationship. Being apart for that year made the both of you realize what exactly your love was lacking and that it’s not the end. There’s still room to improve.
You weren’t made for each other, but you could make yourself better for each other.
If the world was ending, you’d come over, right?
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elizazone · 3 months
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um i NEED a baby fever felix fic please?? like the whole breeding thing has MY soul
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Oh, anon, you get it. You totally get the idea.
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𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
Warnings: nsfw, breeding
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Firstly, I just know Felix wants kids. He’s always imagined one, two at most. He was brought up on the idea that he needed to keep the family name alive, to have a son, an heir. I can imagine Elspeth keeping up this mantra throughout Felix’s life. Telling him it’s what he’s made for, it’s his duty as their son.
He would want to be the first. He would want to have a baby before Venetia (although i doubt she’d ever settle down).
But he would want to do it first. He would make the family proud.
He kept this idea up his whole life, he needed to settle down, marry and have a baby as soon as he could.
He looked all over for the right person, he knew it was you. As soon as he held your hand on the first date, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Felix would bring it up with you frequently, little jokes here and there. Late night chats “what would you name our baby?” Type thing. But deep down you could tell it was what he truly desired.
He would confront you just before your last weeks at Oxford, you were about to enter the world.
We would lay down on the foot of your bed, looking up at you lovingly as you read over your notes. A feeling of ease in the air.
“Darling?” He looks up at you, that mischievous look in his eyes you’ve come to associate with lust. “Felix, baby, not right now”. He strokes your leg lovingly, admiring the tan you’d gained from the early summer sun. “No, sweetheart, not that” he laughs.
He looks up at you, grinning, “you know.. you now how we want to be married” he rolls over, gazing at the ceiling as he takes a drag of his long dead cigarette. He waits a beat, seeing if you’d reply. “I’ve been thinking. About our future.”
And that’s where it all began.
It took a long time to convince you, I mean, you were young. You were both very young. Yet you couldn’t see a future without Felix, he was your whole world. You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.
From then on, every time he’d fuck you, he’d have intent. He needed to have you, fully have you. He can’t wait to see you stuffed with his cock, it’s all he thinks of throughout the day.
He would hold off having sex sometimes, just to build up the tension. Because he knows that when he wants to cum, he only wants to do it inside of you. Deep within your pussy.
He fucks you hard. Like it’s his last wish on earth to knock up his princess. As he thrusts into you wildly, he imagined how godly you would look with a round, swollen belly. How absolutely delicious you would be, helpless, unable to cope properly without him.
With a hard grip on your hips, Felix fucks himself harshly into you, desperate to breed you fully. To fuck you stupid.
You can feel him falter slightly, his thrusts become erratic. He’s close. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.
The thought drives him insane, over the line as he cums with hot ropes into your pussy. He fold over, caging you with his arms. His chest heaving. His body glistening, sweat beading down his chest.
“Fuck. Oh god- babe. You’re mine. Always mine, you always will be”
He throws forwards a few experimental thrusts and lets out a deep moan. “So fucking good for me”
You look so gorgeous, laying beneath him, completely still. Your pretty body twitching with pleasure.
And he refuses to pull out for so long. Making sure he knocks you up. Plugging up your sweet hole with his seed.
And then he realises, he will have to marry you soon too.
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emithecharmer · 3 months
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He is in Love
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Hyunjin's eyes never strayed from your sleeping form, snuggled in his arms, head tucked away into his chest. He didn't look up while his members talked about the new song, or even when the food got there, no. You'd crawled into his arms when you first arrived and he would stay there as your bed until you woke up. He didn't complain when the others made fun and cooed, even taking a picture or two. All he did was smile fondly, leaning back into the couch, softly taking you down with him and pulling you closer by your thighs. He looked up and met his leader's eyes, smiling with a lovesick expression.
"I'm going to marry her." Hyunjin said simply, freezing when he felt you move in your sleep. The guys all laughed at his expression, but Chan felt his heart swell at the thought of Hyunjin having someone.
They all loved you, you were kind- and just as sassy and dramatic as Hyunjin. You were there when they had bad days, and you'd learned recipes from home and would cook when you had the chance, leaving them with a week's worth of homemade food.
Hyunjin had picked out the ring two months after he'd asked you out. His mom had told him when he was little, that he'd know when he found his person. And he did, he knew from the second he'd kissed you for the first time. He knew that he'd see your same, beautiful smile, walking down the isle one day. He knew that your pure heart would provide kind children and that you'd be a wonderful mother. He knew that your hands would be even more precious with a ring adorning them. He knew that your hair would shine in the sun as you two watched the sunset together.
And more than anything, he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, his person. His you.
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pradabambie · 3 months
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ever since felix set his eyes on you, you became untouchable to the rest of the world.
he didn't even need to tell anyone. they just knew you were his, and they knew better than to go against felix catton.
you, on the other side, lived in your own little bubble and had no idea the whole campus already considered you felix's girl.
you thought he was like this with everyone, and just wanted to make you feel included when he demanded you sit on his lap at the pub, and kept his hand on your leg the entire night.
you didn't suspect a thing.
even when you were standing at the bar, ordering another one of those sweet drinks you liked, and this guy came up to talk to you, an interaction you'd become accustomed to every time you went out.
"so pretty and buying your own drink, huh? what's that ab-" his eyes traveled from your face to some place behind you as he started to step back. "oh, sorry, felix, I didn't know."
felix?
you turned your back to find the brunette staring down the poor lad, who was now nowhere to be found.
"was he bothering you, doll?" felix asked as he slipped a bill to the barman, paying for the fruity drink you had ordered.
"no, lex, m'fine" you flashed a smile at him.
"next time you want a drink, ask me. don't want you coming to the bar alone with these creeps"
he planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek as you made your way back to the table.
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coryosbaby · 3 months
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i need more felix shit from u 😣😣
—Jealous Girl !
Fandom: ‘Saltburn’
Pairing: Felix Catton x fem! Best friend! Reader (also minor mentions of: Oliver quick x fem! Reader)
Synopsis: Tension and jealousy finally come to a head after you see your best friend Felix fucking another girl.
Content warning . Drug & alcohol use, watching without permission? possessiveness, friends to lovers with slight angst, dark! Ish reader // degradation & praise, facefucking, pnv, size kink, choking, breeding, mean! dom! Felix
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If you ever explain how your best friend usually treats you, it can only be summed up into one word: gentle.
He treats you like glass. A beautiful, priceless artifact that requires great care. He pays for everything you own— your dresses, handbags, shoes. Even where you live, the infamous Saltburn estate. Every time he speaks to you, it’s like he’s speaking to a pet— sweet, gentle, but commanding all at once. In his eyes, you’re an innocent angel…or, as he puts it, a sweet bunny.
And you fucking hate it.
It doesn’t bother you in the sense that Felix cares for you; quite the contrary, in fact. You like his warmth, how protective he is, how sweet and kind he can be.
But he treats you too kindly. Too much like his other friends, too much like his sister, too much like a companion.
Not enough like a lover.
It seems that he’s completely oblivious to your longing stares, the way you follow him around and practically worship the ground he walks on. He never seems to grasp why you sit in his lap at parties, squirming around just a little too much, or why you cuddle up to him in his room when you’ve had a nightmare in your skimpy nightdress. He stares off into a space between and kisses girls right in front of you.
You want him to treat you like the sluts he brings home.
The whispers of how the boy fucks is something you’ve grown accustomed to. The girls you had become acquainted with who had slept with him, giggling to you about how much of a good lay he was. How mean, how brutal he was. How big he was.
‘This doesn’t bother you, does it? God, I know it’s weird because he’s your best friend ‘n all, but I don’t understand why you haven’t done him yet. I would’ve thought… y’know, given how close you two are...’
It makes you sick, knowing he does it to other girls and not you.
And now, sitting on a couch at one of Felix’s infamous Saltburn parties, you watch as he does it once again.
Your nose slides across the glass table in front of you. Two people sit beside you, making friendly conversation, but you can’t focus on them. Your nose is filled to the brim with glittery white powder as you stare at Felix’s new side piece through your faux lashes.
He’s got her in his lap, this girl. Olivia is her name, or something like that. You don’t like her. She’s too needy, clinging onto him a little too much for just a simple hookup. His hand grabs her hip as she presses kisses to his neck. He’s laughing, splayed across the leather couch across from you, as she whispers dirty phrases into his ear. You can tell that that’s what she’s doing because she’s grinding against him like a bitch in heat. It makes you stomach churn.
“(Y/N!)”
Your head looks up, and Farleigh stands in front of you. You give him a smile, though it’s mostly fake. You love him, but you can’t stop thinking about Felix.
Felix and her.
Farleigh chats with you about some guy he’s about to go and hook up with, telling you his whereabouts as a safety precaution. You nod to him as he leaves.
Felix has his hand up her skirt, now. He’s gripping her ass and rocking up into her clothed cunt.
You can’t look any longer.
You stumble to your feet, the room spinning a bit before turning to normal. An intoxicated kind of giddiness flows through you, and you brush past the couch and try to get Felix off your mind. You spot one of his new companions— Oliver. He’s quite handsome, you think. A little weird, a little quiet, but he’ll do for sure.
It isn’t long before you’ve got him in between your thighs in an empty corridor, a buzz flowing from your toes up to the crown of your head as he thrusts his tongue mercilessly into your drenched heat. He draws circles into your clit and laps at you like he’s parched. Oh, he’s good. Practiced, precise. He loves to please.
But he isn’t Felix.
Although Oliver’s tongue is skilled, it isn’t necessarily that that gets you to your peak. When you cum, you think of a familiar brunette with an eyebrow piercing, a wide smile, and dreamy eyes.
You let Oliver fuck you against the wall, after that.
It feels good. He’s big, rough, mean. Just how you like it.
Just how you want Felix to be.
You decide not to return to the party.
Your bare feet pad against the tiles of the Saltburn estate, your heels in your hand . The hallway is empty, save for one or two stragglers. No one really comes to this side of the house. You’re attempting to walk— or in this case, stumble— to your room. But everything is blurry, your feet dancing, and—
Shit, is this even your hallway?
You don’t know, really. You’re drunk, high. You don’t give a shit.
Your fingers are dancing across the walls, admiring the intricate paintings placed on each one. You lick your lips and taste a tequila shot, your dress askew. Fuck it.
You’re admiring The Fallen Angel by Alexandra Cabanel when you hear them.
It starts out slow— a deep, guttural moan, from the door to your left. It translates into a familiar voice, growling.
“What?” It teases. “Is my cock too much for you? Too big, huh?”
And then another sound comes through the thin walls and slightly opened door. A high pitched whine, pleading.
“Felix! Please, it feels so good.”
Your brows furrow. Drunken confusion. You silently creep up to the door, wondering. Your eyes peek through at the scene.
The color drains from your face.
Of course it’s Felix. Felix and her.
He’s got her bent over an expensive wood table. He’s pulling her hair, pressing his hips into her with every push and pull. She’s got her mouth open as her eyes roll back in ecstasy, and her cunt swallows him whole.
Your shoes drop to the ground in utter shock.
Now that seems to grab the pair’s attention. Felix looks back, and his eyes catch your dilated ones. He curses, slipping out of her and trying to conceal himself as he pulls his pants up. The girl catches sight of you, too, and she’s instantly pulling down her top and throwing her clothes on.
“Christ, Bunny!” Felix exclaims, flushed. “The fuck are you doing all the way over here?”
Your bottom lip wobbles, but you won’t cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of his whore.
You turn before you even know what you’re doing, and you scurry away from the scene with tears running hotly down your cheeks.
So much for parties.
When you wake in the morning, you’ve got a pounding headache and you’re sprawled out on your bed.
Your body aches, and you whine as you turn over on your side. The memories of last night flood back into your psyche, and you want to throw up. Of course the one thing you don’t want to remember is buried so prominently into your skull that it’s the first thing you think about.
It’s not like Felix hasn’t fucked anyone before. But seeing it, actually watching him do it to another girl, makes you sick. You don’t know how you’re going to look him in the eye at breakfast.
You stand up on wobbly legs. You make your way to the bathroom, throw your guts up at least twice, and then brush your teeth. A warm shower calms you down, though your head still hurts. You’ll have to take some ibuprofen later.
You make your way to the dining room in a juicy tracksuit and brown ugg boots. You slide a pair of sunnies on your face to protect you from the blinding sun, letting out a pained moan when it shines through the large stain glass window.
“Good morning, sunshine!” Farleigh coos from the table. You give him the middle finger before plopping down in a seat beside Oliver. His eyes scan over you, taking in your appearance. His knee bumps against yours, and he whispers a quiet ‘good morning’ to you.
God, he’s a clingy little shit, isn’t he?
Felix’s eyes follow your every move. Usually you sit next to him in the mornings, but as of right now, why bother? The closer to get to him, the more vivid the image of him fucking her comes into your mind.
You swallow down a few pieces of toast and some orange juice. Elsbeth is talking about a party reserved for Oliver for his birthday, one that they will host this weekend. How absolutely and utterly fan-fucking-tastic.
Oh, well. You’ll be able to dress up, at least. That’ll probably be the best part.
You ignore Felix for the entirety of the day. There’s still that fire coiling in your gut everytime you look at him, that hot bubble of rage and jealousy. Oliver looks up at you through long eyelashes during a game of tennis, and you find the way to satiate that heat.
It’s an awful idea. A terrible, mean, despicable idea.
You knew Felix would be out. It was around five pm— the time when he usually begins coming back to the house from his afternoon run. He would be back in twenty to thirty minutes.
“You’re incredibly fucked. Do you know that?”
Oliver whispers it huskily, pleased, as you push him down on a set of familiar satin sheets. You smirk, your cunt grinding down onto him.
“And you’re not?”
He grunts as you unbutton his shirt. You kiss down his chest, soon getting rid of your bra and top. You rock back on him slowly, teasing. His hand moves around to grope your ass, but you grab ahold of his wrist.
“Are you going to behave?”
A smirk plays on his lips. You want to slap it off of him.
“No.”
You snake your hand down to his bulge, giving it a considerable squeeze. He lets out a tiny gasp, biting his lower lip.
“What was that?” You say, almost threatening.
He gulps. He looks almost cute with the blush dusting across his face.
“Yes.” he whispers. You ghost your fingers over his waistband.
“What was that?”
“Yes, I’ll behave.”
He hisses it, and you’re pleased.
“Good boy.”
And then when he’s inside you, you bounce on him like your life depends on it. You look up above Felix’s bed, at the framed picture of you and him. He had hung it up, and for that you’re thankful. You concentrate on the way photo Felix’s fingers tightly grip a shot glass. Oliver lets out tiny whines as you clench around his cock, and you grind your clit against the base of him. You know that Felix catches you both when you look back at the slightly cracked door and see him there— blue headband, muscle tee and shorts. When you lock eyes, he moves away from the door and down the hall with a clenched jaw and cheeks blooming red.
The days pass from one into three, and soon it’s Oliver’s birthday. Felix has avoided you, much to your dismay. You thought he would give in sooner. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was trying to pretend the situation didn’t happen altogether. But the hard stare he gives you whenever he sees you, the clenching of his hands, and the plain ignorance of your presence gives him away.
You’ve decided to dress as a Bunny for Oliver’s infamous costume party. Your favorite animal, but also another way to piss Felix off. Wearing a pink bodysuit, sparkly fishnets, and pink bunny ears, you make your way into the party beside Venetia, who’s ranting about her current situationship with some girl she met at a club. Scanning the crowd, you take notice of Felix from across the room. Angel wings sit on his shoulders, his eyes lined with a black eye pencil. He’s wearing a white wifebeater.
You go to the bar and take a few shots to stifle your nerves. Felix’s eyes follow you as you grab a bottle from the bartender and make your way outside.
It isn’t long before you’re absolutely plastered. Giggling to yourself, you make your way towards the hedge maze in the backyard. Felix’s voice, the one he hasn’t used to talk to you directly for a few days, interrupts your diddle daddling.
“We need to talk.”
You keep walking, him trailing behind you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Felix.”
His big hand grabbing your arm and spinning you around to look at him surprises you. He glares.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
You back away, winding through the labyrinth of bushes. Felix groans as you begin to skip around each corner.
“This isn’t a game, y’know!” He calls, as he tries his best to keep up with you. It isn’t long before you’re both standing in the middle of the maze. The stone statue overpowers the both of your bodies as it leers down in a violent pose. You smile crookedly when Felix stalks over to you, making a beeline for the other side of the statue. It doesn’t seem to be funny to him.
He catches you when you least expect it, grabbing you by the shoulders.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?!”
He yells it, infuriated, deep vocal cords strumming. It makes you jump. He never calls you by your real name.
He purses his lips, anger evident on his face as you smile up at him still.
“‘M jus’ having fun, Fel. Whats wrong with that?”
“What’s— what’s wrong with—“ he laughs, dry and humorless, as he pushes you away from him. “Whats wrong is that you fucked my friend in my room! What the hell went through your head?!“
You clench your teeth.
“I don’t know, Felix,” you utter sarcastically. “I really don’t know. Call it irritational horniness. But tell me. Are you mad? For once, once in your fucking life, are you mad?”
“Of course I’m mad!” he seethes, as if it’s obvious. “But why do you want that? What prompted this?”
You avert from his piercing gaze, turning your back on him. Your cheeks are flaring with heat from how he’s treating you, your inner thighs wet and sticky.
God, this is so wrong.
“I think you know.”
Genuinely confused, Felix throws up his hands. He’s exasperated.
“No, I don’t. I don’t, (Y/N), so tell me. Tell me the damn truth!”
“The truth?” You say, finally. “‘S that what you want?”
You whirl around, anger finally taking over in your usually pliant, doe eyes.
“The truth, Felix, is that you treat me like a kid!” You yell. Your voice cracks, and you hate it. “You treat me like a fucking child! Like your friend! Like a… like a—“
Your breath heaves, and you try to find the words you’re looking for. Felix looks at you, his brows furrowed.
You can’t open your mouth anymore, too distraught, too open. You’re saying all the things you promised you’d keep buried deep inside you.
Felix takes a step forward. You take a step back. Your lower back hits the stone statue, and you wince at the way it digs into your skin.
“What are you saying?” He asks, careful with his words. You laugh bitterly in his face— at least, as close as you can get to his face. He towers over you like a giant.
“I’m saying that after all this time, after all these years, I thought you’d notice how badly I want you. But clearly not, with the way I caught you fucking that cunt last weekend.”
The words finally come out— slurred because of your drunkenness, dry because you’ve given up. You’ve given up on Felix, on the possibility of him ever returning the feelings you’ve always had for him. You’ve given up on your friendship, on his kindness. You don’t want it anymore. Why continue this if it’s only going to hurt you?
The boy is stunned into silence for a mere moment.
“What?”
You turn away from his stare, looking down at the ground.
“You heard me, Felix.”
His eyes follow your lips, nose, eyes. His lips part ever so slightly, and his eyes are so dark that they’re almost black as realization settles over him.
“So that’s what you want?”
It comes out hushed, like a secret. His breath is hot against your lips as he leans in close to you.
“All this time you’ve been acting like this.. all because you want me to fuck you? Because you’re jealous?”
You stare up at him in a daze, silent. Your cheeks flare with embarrassment. You jump when Felix lets out a chuckle, something grating and deep, that permeates your bones and worms its way inside your guts.
“God, you’re sick.”
He scoffs, moving forward on his long legs. His big hand wraps itself around your hair and tugs. You let out a gasp as he tilts your head back, the burn of your scalp making your legs clench together.
“You’ve been torturing me for weeks—“ he spits, yanking at the roots of your hair even harder, and you let out a squeak. “— Not speaking to me, making me question what I could’ve possibly done wrong, fucking my friend in my bed, all because you want to me treat you like some whore?“
Your mouth gapes open, and you’re frozen like a deer in headlights as Felix finally gives you what you want. He continues to speak, but not before his knee is coming up to rub in between your thighs. It’s such a sudden movement, so aggressive, that your legs buckle and you grab onto his shoulders for purchase. His hands splay across your hips, moving you in tandem across the fabric of his jeans.
“Don’t worry.” He says. “You’ll never have to worry about that again.”
“Felix—” you start, but his hand slapping you clear across the face makes you lose all words. Your cheek flares with heat from his hand coming down on it, and you grasp the red mark in pain.
“Was he good?” he growls, grabbing the hand touching your face and putting it in his much larger one. He places it over his crotch, and you feel the giant bulge against the fabric. “Was he as big as me? Did he fuck you the way you thought I would?”
You shake, stuttering on every phrase in your vocabulary. Felix grinds into your hand.
“You think that I don’t want you like this?”
It comes out strained, tortured. Like it’s painful for you to even assume that. Your mouth waters at the feeling of his girth underneath your palm.
“I’ve never been this hard for anyone,” he breathes. “I jerked my cock every night when you were in my bed because I thought it was the closest I could get to you. I fucking…God, do you even know what you do me?“
He works his thigh against your pussy, and you whine desperately as you pull away from his assault on you. You kiss your way down his chest, worship his body, lave your tongue over the skin peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt as you sink down to your knees. Your hands fumble with his belt, waiting for the moment when his cock will be released and you’ll finally get what you’ve been begging for. He grunts, tilting his head as he watches you desperately fumble with the leather around his waist.
“Already trying to suck me off? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”
You press your mouth against his thigh and practically drool at his words. He looks down at you like a God, golden angel wings splaying out in the moonlight for you to gape at. How ironic it is, that he decided to wear this costume tonight.
“All for you, Felix,” you say, pulling his cock out of the confines of his jeans. You gape at his impressive length.
“That’s right,” he agrees, his thumb brushing over your lip. “Now put me in your mouth. Show me how much of a fucking slut you are.”
You do as you’re told, tongue lolling out to lick a stripe up his shaft. He clenches his jaw, watching as you hold eye contact with him when you take his dick into the warm, wet confines of your mouth. His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and he pushes you down onto him. Choking, your nose hits the soft bed of pubic hair trimmed neatly at his base. Your eyes roll back as he begins to fuck your throat, pleasure and electricity flowing through your head and down to your toes. The corners of your mouth burn as he stretches out your mouth.
“Didn’t know you could take dick so good,” Felix muses, his balls slapping against your chin. “If I would’ve known how badly you wanted this, I would’ve slid my cock inside you the night you caught me with that girl.”
That girl. He can’t even remember her name. It satisfies something dark that’s been blooming in you since you saw him sticking his dick where it didn’t belong.
You moan around him, spit trailing down your neck as you tongue at his slit. Your hands grip his big, meaty thighs, and it occurs to you just how strong he is. He could break you, rip you apart piece by piece, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The thought arouses you to no end.
“You pissed me off so fuckin’ much that night, y’know that?” He rambles, his thighs squeezing the sides of your face. He’s practically trapping you against his cock, and you try your hardest to breathe through your nose but you can feel your vision blurring at the edges. “You caught me in the middle of it, didn’t even say sorry. Didn’t help me finish. You’re a sick little bitch for watching me fuck her. I bet you touched yourself after that, didn’t you? Touched your little cunt thinking about the way I used her?”
You whimper around him, your fingers attempting to move down and rub against your clit. But Felix lets out a sound in the back of his throat and kicks your hand away.
“Don’t. You don’t get to cum tonight. You put your hands on me, or you don’t put them on anything at all.”
Your hands wrap around the back of his thighs, then, as you hollow your cheeks around him. You’ll do anything he demands you to.
After a long moment of being face fucked with only a few breathing breaks in between, your throat is scratchy and raw. Felix yanks you off of him, and you wheeze as you’re thrown to the ground, your hand going to your throat as your eyes drip with citrine tears. Felix stands for a moment to let you catch your breath. He’s still your best friend, after all— he cares about your well being, as angry as he is right now.
It isn’t long, however, before he’s grabbing you up by your elbow and bending you over the marble statue. Your cheek lands on the cold stone, the crotch of your bodysuit is ripped open, exposing your lace panties and the fat globes of your ass. You stick yourself out for him, moaning as he rips your underwear off of you and throws it on the ground. He spreads your legs and coos at your dripping cunt.
“Oh, look at that,” his fingers go to either side of your pussy lips, spreading them apart and revealing your teeny tiny hole. “It’s clenching s’much, isn’t it, sweetheart? It’s all swollen ‘n red. It’s been so worked up all night, I bet.”
“Felix,” you cry, a blubbering mess. “Please.”
He chuckles, rubbing the tip of his finger against your clit. You quiver underneath his touch, gasping when his aching cockhead suddenly brushes up against your entrance.
“I want to know how badly you want me. Tell me, darling. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
“I want it,” your voice comes out small, weak. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel my legs. Wan’ you to stretch me out on your fat cock, Felix. Give it t’me, pleasepleaseplease…”
He lets out a dreamy sigh, feeling you trying to clench around the tip of his cock, trying to suck him in. Your head is fuzzy, your cunt throbbing. You need him more than you need air.
“Okay,” he lets out, whispering. It’s an oddly gentle tone, and you know it’s because this situation could change the outcome of your friendship forever. “Okay, sweetheart.”
He pushes forward, the fat tip of his cock popping into your entrance, and you let out a mewl. Felix is big, and not just in his height or his shoulders. He stretches you so deliciously to the point where it’s borderline painful.
“Oh my god,” he grits his teeth, his head tipping back. “God, you’re a tight little thing. So tiny..”
You know he’s talking to your pussy now, drunk off the way you’re wrapping around his shaft. He moves slow, gentle strokes against your aching pussy, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he struggles to contain himself.
Your cheek is smushed against the hard surface below you, but that doesn’t stop you from speaking.
“It’s okay,” you assure him, moaning. “Destroy me, rip me apart.. I don’t care, Felix.”
He moans along with you, a sound of pure, unleashed pleasure. His hips speed up, and he fucks into your cunt with reckless abandon as your nails dig into the marble below you. His cock is so deep that you can almost feel him in your throat.
He angles at a spot inside that has you keening, your hips fucking back onto him as he rams into you. Your nails scrape against the statue, tears running down your cheeks.
“Felix,” you moan out, but it’s hard to speak as the breath is being knocked out of you.
“Mmm,” he hums, grabbing your hips. “‘M gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum in your sweet little pussy.”
“Please,” you gasp. “Please, fill me up, fill up my pussy!”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His arms lift your body up, and his biceps curl around your neck. Your eyes widen as he tightens his grip, placing you in a chokehold underneath him. His hips slap against yours, his steady words bordering on a whine. “You want me to cum inside you? Get you all pregnant and full? Mmm, that’d be a pretty sight, wouldn’t it…”
You clench down on him. He growls, a sigh of your name tumbling out of his mouth. His hips stutter. And with one last harsh thrust, he’s cumming. His warmth fills you to the brim and spills over the cusp as he fucks into you, teeth scraping against your neck as he bites down and leaves a mark. Sweat drips drown your temple, small pants escaping your lips as you try to swallow oxygen into your lungs. Felix’s arms are still wrapped around you neck, but they aren’t wrapped tight enough to cut off your air completely.
Definitely tight enough to bruise, though.
He slows, after a few more moments. You still grind onto his overstimulated cock, and he squeezes your throat in warning.
“What did I tell you? You don’t get to cum tonight.”
Your face becomes blotchy with tears, and you sob as he pulls out of you. His cum spills down onto the concrete floor, your pussy gushing with his seed, and you want to scream.
“But Felix,” you babble, grabbing onto his arm as he tucks himself back into his pants. “No, baby, please—“
“This is what you wanted,” he replies, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. His glances down at the creamy spend that had fallen out of you and onto the ground. Grabbing you by your hair, he pushes you down onto your knees. He gestures to his cum, licking his lips.
“Now clean that up,” he demands. “Wouldn’t want to leave a mess, would we?”
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soobnny · 10 months
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ten things lee felix says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a dash of angst
chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | FELIX | seungmin | jeongin
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one. i was too embarrassed to tell you this earlier so i’ll just say it now that you’re asleep. everything reminds me of you… i think it’s my brain finding every excuse to just think about you. but, when i passed by the market earlier, i saw some strawberries and i thought of you when i saw them. i should drop by and buy that shortcake you love so much tomorrow. yeah, i should do that. i can already see your pretty smile.
two. do you dream of me like i dream of you?
three. you know, me and the boys were talking earlier about the future and i think that was the first time i talked about the future with so much hope. i don’t know, i just—i’ve always been afraid of not knowing. the future is just so uncertain so i always hated talking about it. but, how lovely to think of the future when it’s with you.
four. sometimes, when i’m so exhausted, i think, what is the point of all this? but because of you, i have a reason to live. when i look at you, i see how beautiful life is.
five. god, (name), you’re driving me insane. you’ve stolen a piece of me and i’m afraid it’s yours to keep forever.
six. the sun shined bright today. it made me think of you.
seven. i get scared really easily. hyunjin and i were watching a horror movie earlier and i got so scared. he teased me for it, told me i had a long list of things i’m afraid of. he’s right, though. but then, jinnie asked me a hypothetical question .. if i’d ever jump off a boat. i said no obviously, but then he asked me if i’d change my answer if you were drowning. and you know what i said? i said yes without even thinking about it. i get scared really easily, but if it’s for you, i’ll do anything. i love you—i love you even though i’m scared.
eight. i saw you crying earlier. it seemed like you didn’t want to tell me about it but i heard you. it breaks my heart to know you’re hurting. please, please come to me. you know you don’t have to bear that pain alone anymore. i’m here, angel.
nine. in my eyes, you’re already doing well.
ten. i think i was always meant to find you and fall in love with you, and i want you to know i will love you in every lifetime after this one too. please come find me.
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planet-dusk · 8 months
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Catching lix fucking one of his plushies 🥺
🏷️ lee felix x fem!reader. cw ; sub!felix, perv!felix, mommy kink, masturbating with a plushie, getting caught, cumplay, oral (f), degradation, praise, name calling: slut, pet names: lixie, baby ( 2k w. )
minors dni. for mature audiences only !
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felix couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't — there was nothing in the world that'd stop him from getting hard at the mere thought of you, let alone the scent of you.
he buried his nose deeper into the soft fabric of his togepi and took another whiff. he could picture you on top of him, slowly travelling down, taking his cock into your mouth. you'd know exactly what to do. you always know.
the massive plushie had been a gift from you. you'd won it at the summer carnival and had promptly handed it to him. you're the best trainer i know, you'd winked before you were dragged away by changbin to get more cotton candy. the sight of changbin's strong arms wrapped around your waist was burned into felix' memory.
it should've been me. he cuddled his togepi even closer, the irony not lost on him. i should be the one kneeling at her feet each night.
felix had harbored a crush on you ever since chan came up with the brilliant idea to convert their spare room into another bedroom to save on their monthly bills. another housemate to split the rent with had sounded great to felix, until he'd met the person he was going to be sharing a roof with.
"y/n, fuck," felix gasped, palming himself over his shorts. his cock ached and was starting to leak precum already. he always got so hard thinking about you.
the perfume he'd stolen (borrowed, he corrected himself) from the bathroom filled his nose. it was all too easy to close his eyes and pretend it was you in his arms. your hands traveling into his boxers and squeezing his cock. your fingers gliding along his shaft slowly, teasing...
but even with your scent surrounding him the nagging voice at the back of his head kept reminding him you weren't really there. no matter how hard he squeezed his cock, he couldn't get it right. felix let out a frustrated noise and kicked his shorts and boxers off, swinging his leg over the yellow plushie. he moaned when the pressure on his balls made him jerk upwards, rutting his cock into the soft fabric. the friction it provided was delicious, a little rough against his flushed tip, a jab of dull pain shooting pleasure up his spine.
"yes, yes, ahh fuck, y/n, mommy," he whined, holding the plush down with both hands to settle into a rhythm. he was already too far gone to feel embarrassed now, sticky precum darkening the fabric while he rutted against it like a dog in heat. images of you flashed in front of him, your pretty mouth, your plush thighs...
"'mmgonna - ahffuck, y/n, i'm cumming, please, please." his blond hair fell in front of his eyes and his thighs were shaking from exertion, "please let me cum, mommy - ah!"
his entire body trembled violently, ropes of hot cum defiling both his plushie and the sheets underneath. it took him a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving, finally squeezing out the last drops of cum with a shaky hand.
"what the hell, felix."
your voice rang through the air and it felt like a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over his head. felix scrambled to cover himself, pressed the togepi against his body in a feeble attempt to hide his twitching cock, grimacing when he felt his own warm cum stick to his skin.
"y/n - i'm so sorry, this isn't, it isn't what it looks like - i'm..."
he was rambling, and he knew it, mortified and waiting for your shocked expression to turn into disgust.
but it never did. instead, your gaze drifted from the plushie to his face and back down, a slow grin spreading over your pretty features.
"do it again."
"w-what?"
"i said, do it again."
you stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind you, sitting down at the foot end of his bed.
"are you still hard?"
felix felt his entire face grow hot, from the tip of his nose to his ears. "yes, but —"
"i saw everything, felix. i heard everything."
he looked down and saw a pink flush spreading to his chest, contrasting with the yellow plushie still pressed tightly against his front.
you came closer and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "and it was the hottest thing i've ever seen," you whispered, catching his wide-eyed stare. "so i'm telling you to do it again. or do you need some help from mommy?"
felix' eyes fluttered shut. mommy. as if in a dream, he moved slowly, floaty and fuzzy and almost unable to believe whether this was real or just a figment of his imagination. he straddled the plushie again, all too aware of the heavy weight of your gaze on him.
"just like that, lixie," you cooed. "heard you moaning my name when i came home, found you in here rutting against your plushies like a pathetic slut —"
felix whined and rolled his hips in search for more friction.
"you like that? like it when i call you a slut?" he nodded and you moved to kneel next to him, watching him closely. "how long have you wanted this?"
"since the first time i saw you," he admitted, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze.
"and you've been doing this while you could've been riding my thigh instead? what a shame."
felix groaned. the thoughts you were putting inside his head made his cock twitch against the plushie. he realized how crazy he must be looking, nearly cumming again to the thought of you, like a needy pervert who can't keep it together.
"look at me, felix." you waited until he met your dark gaze, "here's what you're going to do: you're going to make yourself cum again, and i'm going to watch you, and if you're lucky i'll let you watch me."
felix' swallowed hard. getting to watch you get off was a privilege he'd never thought he'd be granted. involuntary, his movements sped up, his eyes falling shut again and pants and moans in the shape of your name tumbling from his lips.
he reached his peak fast, chanting your name over and over just like before. you watched him quietly with sharp eyes, how his hot seed covered the plushie in long spurts. it was even more than last time, so thick and glossy the fabric couldn't soak it all up. it stayed there as an vivid remainder of his shame.
"get off." you motioned for him to move, pulling your own pants and underwear down, and felix noticed the strings of arousal sticking to your panties. his softening cock twitched when he tucked it between his thighs and tried to cover it with his small hands, kneeling on the bed and waiting for your next move.
you straddled the plushie and felix gasped at the sight of your leaking pussy coming into contact with his cum. you rolled your hips experimentally, nose scrunching when the friction rubbed your clit just right.
"feels nice," you hummed, "and you made such a mess lixie, i can feel it."
felix blushed again, but you continued, "such a waste... you could've cummed inside my pussy yourself. now mommy needs to do all the work."
you dipped a finger in the remaining cum, showing it to him before lifting your hips and thrusting it deep inside your cunt. you moaned and started rolling your hips again, grinding down on your the heel of your palm.
felix watched in awe, unsure of where to look; at your face scrunched up in pleasure, at the hand between your thighs, the muscles straining to keep moving...
suddenly, you rolled over onto your back and let your legs fall open. even from his position at the end of the bed felix could smell your arousal, so close and inviting yet so far away. you were so wet your juices covered the insides of your thighs, your slippery fingers barely able to stay on your clit.
felix thought you'd forgotten about him, so he kept quiet, hands still covering his now throbbing cock. his legs were starting to ache from the kneeling position he was in but he didn't dare to move.
"lix, come," it was the first time he'd heard you sound anything else but poised, a desperate note lingering in the air, "come here."
he crawled closer to you, giddy excitement filling his chest. would you let him touch you? would you really let him?
"you've been so good, watching me," you murmured, "watching mommy make her pussy all nice and wet. but mommy needs your help."
felix beamed at you. he'd do anything you ask him to.
"will you let mommy use you to get off, baby?"
"anything you need, mom—," he said, heat spreading to his ears again.
"you can say it, lixie. do you want to make mommy feel good? be a good boy for mommy?"
felix let his head drop against your knee and groaned. he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't get to touch you soon. "please, mommy, use me."
"stick your tongue out."
his whole body shuddered, then stayed frozen for a second, too caught up in the dawning realization: he wouldn't just get to touch you, he'd get to taste you. a low moan started deep in his chest and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, waiting for your instructions.
"look at you, such a perfect, eager boy for mommy." you smiled at him and he felt a pleasant heat spread through his body. then your hand came up to tangle in his blond locks and he forgot the world around him.
all felix could taste and smell was you, his face pressed into your cunt and kept there by your strong grip on the back of his head. you rolled your hips from his chin to his nose while he stiffened his tongue so you could use him just the way you liked. his hands fisted the sheets and he groaned into your pussy, feeling his own cock grow so painfully hard he thought he'd combust. he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure away and focused on the way you rode his face; how he was forced to lap up every delicious gush of arousal; the sounds you made; the whispers of his name inbetween moans.
all he wanted to do is please you, his mommy, make you cum over and over again on his tongue. his fingers. his cock, if you'd ever let him. mortified, felix realized he could cum just from this. he whimpered when you tugged on his hair harshly and he started fucking his tongue into your hole, feeling it flutter while his nose rubbed your clit. he knew you were close and doubled down on his efforts, determined to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.
he felt it before he heard you, the shake of your legs followed by a chant of his name which sounded like music to his ears. you rode out your high with his face still pressed into your cunt, his tongue now lapping lazily at your clit to help you come down until you gently pushed his head away.
felix hovered over you and you caught his sated smile, his chin still covered with your release. you laughed and shook your head. "what the hell, felix," you repeated your earlier words, and tugged him down next to you. "we're doing that again."
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multifariousqueer · 3 months
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Felix Catton with a virgin!reader
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A/n: Oml I can’t stop thinking about Felix brainrot 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
Warnings: smut, after care, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), PIV, idk I think that’s it.
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If you were a virgin when you first met, Felix wouldn’t pressure you into it but if you caved, he would make sure you were comfortable
You’d walk into a candle lit room and a bath with roses because he wants to make your first time as pleasurable as possible
Felix would be so patient with you oml 😵‍💫
He would be so gentle like omg. Especially because you’re so much smaller than him and he doesn’t want to hurt you
Felix makes sure to kiss you first and asks you if you’re sure
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, y/n” “I want to, I promise”
He smirks and pulls off your clothes painfully slow until you’re just in your underwear.
Smiles when he sees you’re already wet for him
“You’re so fucking pretty” he would say before kissing you through your panties
Eats you out and pays extra attention to your clit
Groans when you run your fingers through his hair. The vibrations nearly send you over the edge.
Just when you’re about to cum, he stops. When you whimper, he says:
“As much as I’d love to taste your pretty juices, I want to feel you squeeze around my cock”
That response alone made you want to give him children💀
Makes eye contact with you and picks up on any change of expression when he puts it in, he doesn’t want it to hurt
Feels bad when you yelp a bit and he stays in the same position while you adjust(he’s definitely groaning about how great you feel)
Bottoms out quickly
Holds eye contact as he thrusts into you, making sure that you’re enjoying it.
His thrusts are careful but hungry. He wants to experience you in your full capacity and make your experience as delicious as possible
Moans about how good you feel as his dick is in your stomach. When you moan because of how good he feels, he nearly goes over the edge.
Rubs your clit with his thumb while moaning about how perfect you are for him and how amazing you feel
You feel your stomach flutter and soon enough, you reach the edge.
“Fuck cum for me baby”
You happily obliged and his thrusts became sloppier as he approached his peak
Felix stilled as his cum filled you up, his eyes shutting as your chest rose and fell from your orgasm.
You stayed like that for a good few minutes, with Felix kissing your neck and face telling you how great you did
“You are amazing, d’you know that? Well you do know” all you could do was moan and mewl as you were still coming down and your mind was still foggy.
He got up and you mewled a sound of disagreement.
Felix came back with a cool towel and cleaned you up while asking about how you felt during it.
When you answered, he smiled and asked if it was special enough
When you nodded enthusiastically, he smiled and carried you to the bath which was filled with flowers.
“Such a good girl you are”
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ihave-atummyache · 5 months
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everyone is a little toxic
Stray Kids Imagine
summary: toxic traits of skz
sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty
-OT8
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ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators
pt2:
Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.
You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.
You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!
You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.
"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.
You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.
"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.
"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.
Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.
You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.
"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.
"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.
You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.
You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.
Lee Know: Short tempered
You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.
However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.
"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.
"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.
"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.
"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.
"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.
You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.
The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.
"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.
"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.
"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.
"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.
"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.
You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.
"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.
You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.
"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.
"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.
Changbin: Arrogant
"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.
"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.
But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.
"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.
"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.
"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.
"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.
"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.
"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.
"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.
"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff. 
"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.
"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.
"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.
"What I'm trying to say is-"
"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.
"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"
"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.
"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.
"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.
Hyunjin: Perfectionist
Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.
The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.
You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.
"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.
"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.
"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.
"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.
Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.
It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.
"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.
His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.
"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.
"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.
"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.
"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.
"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.
"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.
"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.
"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.
Han: Wandering eyes
Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.
Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.
He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.
This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.
You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.
"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.
About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.
"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.
"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.
"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.
"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.
"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.
He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.
"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.
"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.
"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"
"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.
"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.
"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.
Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior
You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.
"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.
"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.
"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.
"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.
"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.
"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.
"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.
"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.
"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.
"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.
"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.
"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.
"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.
"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.
"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.
"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.
Seungmin: Cruel
Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.
It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.
He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.
"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.
" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.
"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.
Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.
"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.
Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.
You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.
"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.
"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.
"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.
"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.
"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.
"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.
I.N: Gets distant
"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.
"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.
"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.
"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth
You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.
You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.
"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.
His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.
"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.
"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.
"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.
"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.
"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.
"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.
"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.
"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.
"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.
"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.
"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.
"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.
"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.
"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.
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lovings4turn · 3 months
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☆ smut, thigh riding
thinking about riding felix's thigh . . . you've headed back to his dorm after some party, neither of you really knowing the host yet making the most out of it. you've been dancing with felix all night, and his large hands have moved from your waist, to your chest, to your hips, everywhere but where you really need him. it could be considered torture, honestly. but when you get back to his dorm, felix wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. he's gentle at first, playing at being the gentleman, but it doesn't take long for his tongue to be prodding the entrance of your mouth, licking into you and tracing every last inch of you. somehow, you find yourself on top of him, straddling his thigh as he sits on his bed. and when he lifts his leg, tensing his thigh, it sends shockwaves to your needy cunt. the gasp you let out gives you away instantly, and felix is smirking, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. gonna get y'self off on my thigh? he asks, pressing kisses to your neck. such a needy little thing, he teases, tensing the muscle once more, grinding against m'thigh like a pretty little slut. he doesn't stop until you've made a mess on his thigh, your hips rutting against his toned legs until you're screaming with pleasure. felix's hands are firm on your hips, guiding you through your orgasm and moving you to overstimulation, kissing you throughout.
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elizazone · 4 months
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I cannot stop imagining how rough Felix Catton would be in bed.. like he’s rich, hot and gets all the girls he wants. You’re telling me he wouldn’t get too into it?
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Felix lifts you up, grabbing you by your hips whilst thrusting into you carelessly. Admiring your flushed face, drool running slightly out of your mindlessly blabbering mouth. “Oh- fuck- babe.. so fucking good..” He throws his head back wildly, his soft brunette locks falling down his glistening forehead.
“So fucking good for me, aren’t you? So fucking- perfect” He looks down into your face, your head resting against his pillows. Your eyes roll backwards, unable to form words anymore. He mindlessly fucks you like this on the regular yet you’ve never gotten used to the feeling of your cunt being abused hours on end.
He slows down his movements and drops you down on to the bed, falling forwards and caging you with his arms. Breathing heavily before flipping you over. He kisses the back of your neck sloppily, wet trails a leading down your back. The stubble of his unshaven face scratching you, only adding to the overwhelming overstimulation you feel.
You assume your usual position. Raising yourself onto your knees, supported by your arms. Looking backwards into his eyes and he kneels behind you, grinning at your desperation. “Good girl” he rubs your ass, patting you slightly. In the way you would on someone’s back to congratulate them. He lays one more kiss on the back of your neck before straightening up.
He grabs your hips and raises himself higher, to get a better view of your pink, abused pussy from behind. He pushes himself inside, throwing forwards a few thrusts to get back into rhythm. He leans forward and with one hand slams your head down, back into his pillow. With the other he grips your hip and moves you up and down his cock.
He groans, looking back up at the ceiling and rolling his eyes. “God-“ he looks down at you and slaps your ass playfully. Laughing at your fragile condition. “You’d let me do absolutely anything to you” he mutters, narrowing his eyes with complete jubilation.
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eunoia-writes · 3 months
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Knight In shining armour • Felix Catton x Reader
Request - MAKE A FIC WHERE FELIX IS COMFORTING READER AFTER SHE’S HOSPITALIZED CAUSE SHE DRANK THE LACED CHAMPAGNE BUT DIDNT DIE JUST GOT REALLY SICK PLEASE PLEASE!!!🫶🏻
Warnings - 18+ Smut, Oral (M&F receiving, PinV, Oliver being a creep, Drugging
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When y/n awoke without Felix next to her it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Felix typically got up before her to go in hai morning
“Morning Darling.” Elspeth said as y/n approached at the table adorned In Felix’s jumper and her usual bed shorts
“Good morning.” She said with a smile while Duncan brought out her usual of scrambled eggs while she made her way to the breakfast bar grabbing her usual multiple spoons of fruit and few slices of toast.
“Felix and Oliver have headed out of the day so I thought you might like to accompany me and Venetia into town to get costumes for the party tomorrow.” Elspeth said taking a sip of her coffee her eyes not leaving y/n as she walked back to the table
“I’d love to.” Y/n said taking a sip of her orange juice “it’s been far too long since the three of us did anything without Felix.” She added while Venetia laughed
“It would be nice to see you without my brother attached to your hip for once.” Y/n blushed slightly, everyone adored how inseparable the couple were especially Elspeth, she loved seeing how smitten her son was, the way he doted on his girlfriend she just adorned how in love he was.
“Don’t listen to her you two are just darling together.” Elspeth said making y/n smile as she finished up her breakfast before rushing off to get ready for the day.
After hours of walking around the streets of London the three girls got back to saltburn. Y/n walked into Felix room to see him sat on the bed as she carried in multiple bags
“Oh Fi I got us the best costumes for tomorrow you’re going to love it honestly.” She began before she realised something was right
“Darling, what’s wrong?” Y/n put the bags down walking over to him as he looked up at her with tears in his eyes “oh my pretty boy, whatever’s the matter.” Felix took a deep breath as he pulled y/n into his lap
“Ollie lied… about everything.” Felix whispered as her hands came to his face wiping his tears away “I mean everything baby, the stuff with his parents… his dad is alive.” The last four words felt like a bullet In her chest.
“Oh.” Was all she said and Felix knew how hurt she was just from that. Y/n had bonded with Ollie over the loss after she lost her dad a few months prior. She didn’t want to believe that someone could be so cruel.
“I’m so sorry pretty girl.” Felix said as tears rolled down her cheeks
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.” She asked her bottom lip quivering it was taking everything in her not to breakdown sobbing
“I brought him into our lives… I should have known.” Y/n shook her head before kissing him softly
“It’s not your fault.. how were you to know” She mumbled into the kiss before pulling away. She wiped the few stray tears that feel onto his cheeks away before standing back up and clearing her throat.
“Now back to those costumes.”
“God baby, you look so fucking hot.” Felix said as y/n came out of the bathroom in her costume. The same gold wings in his back adorned her. The bra, skirt and matching wings combo leaving very little to the imagination. the pair dressed as a Greek god and Goddess which Felix would argue she is regardless of the costume.
“You’re the sweetest.” Y/n leaned up to kiss Felix who’s hands instantly began to roam her body “Fi as much as I would love to stay in your room all night you mother will kiss us if we don’t show after all the effort she’s put into this.”
“Don’t really feel like celebrating.” Felix said his hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck
“I know baby, I’ll make you a deal well go down there and show our faces for a while, have a few drinks and then I’ll finally let you show me round that maze yeah?” She suggested with an innocent smile on her face but the suggestion was far from innocent
“Get moving then pretty girl.” He said wasting no more time making sure to slap her arse as they walked out of his bedroom and down to where the party had already began
“Wow don’t you look hot.” Venetia said as y/n and Felix walked over to her hand in hand the music was already thumping as Elspeth walked over handing the pair a glass of champagne each making sure to tell them how cute there matching costumes are.
“Our dear cousin is out back with something to make this party a little more fun for us.” Venetia said watching the way Felix eyes lit up as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s temple before hurrying off.
The pair had managed to avoid Ollie so far that evening while drinking their way through bottle after bottle of whatever they could get their hands on. Felix had hardly taken his hands off her the whole evening when she suggest a late night stroll, although he knew what she was really suggesting.
The couple made their way outside into the cool summers air, the alcohol in their veins doing more than enough to keep them warm.
“You know the way right baby?” Y/n asked as they neared the entrance of the entirely pitch black maze while Felix had stopped to plant sloppy kisses all over her neck mumbling for her not to worry as she ran her hands through his hair.
Felix took the lead their laughter echoing against the labyrinthine walls, stumbled forward, hand in hand. The scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air as they weaved through the twists and turns, their steps becoming a delightful dance of tipsy synchronicity. Every few steps, he paused, their laughter bubbling over into kisses that tasted of desperation mixed with booze.
“My feet hurt.” Y/n mumbled into the kiss as she kicked off her shoes making her even smaller than her boyfriend who always towered over her.
“Not much longer pretty.” Felix said interlocking there hands once again as they continued into the darkness. The maze, a playground for their intoxicated affection, led them to its heart, where, surrounded by the fragrant maze walls, they shared a final, lingering kiss.
“Wow s’lot bigger than I imagined.” Y/n joked looking up at the statue in the center that towered over the pair of them
“The only thing you should be sayings big is me.” He joked as she rolled her eyes in the moonlight cocking her head to the side as she pulled him closer by the buckle of his belt
“Pretty heard to say that when I’ve got my mouth full.” She teased as she dropped to her knees staring up at him while she fumbled with his belt
“God pretty girl you’re killing me.” And just as he was about to have his way with her a loud snap came from a few yard away
“What was that.” She stopped in place much to his dismay
“S’nothibg baby.” Felix’s hands made there way into her hair as she looked up at him pouting slightly but ultimately brushing it off as she continued undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to pull him out of his underwear
Y/n wrapped both of her hands around the bottle of his length her eyes never leaving his as she kitten licked the tip. Felix let out a shaky breath making him tremble in his spot gripping her hair tighter. Her tongue swirled around his tip before she took him into her mouth her head bobbing up and done and she took more for him each time.
“Fuck just like that.” Felix groaned as her throat tightened around him as she gagged slightly briefly coming up for air before wrapping her mouth around him again she moaned around him as he let our a rather loud moan
“Such a good girl.” He groaned which only encouraged her she kept up her exact pace feeling him tense in her throat.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He said mere seconds before he finished in her mouth with a groan watching as she swallowed him and licked up any mess. Flashing an innocent smile just to top it off.
“God what are you doing to me y/n.” Felix waisted no time tucking himself back into his boxers as he scooped her up placing her on the base of the statue wasting no time attacking there lips as he stood between her thighs his lips trailed down to her neck she let out a soft wine as he found her sweet spot
“Up.” He mumbled into her neck telling her lift her ass up so he could pull her underwear down shoving them into his back pocket while he continued sucking marks on her neck.
He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her chest to right were she needed him the most before pressing a kissed against her clothed heat “please.” she moaned he smirked looking up at her once more as if he was asking permission
“Fi.” She wined once more before he blew hot air over her swollen clit before diving in. his tongue traced her folds before he lapped at her clit. Y/n’s back arched, electricity bolting through her nerves. Her hands flew to tug at his hair as he lapped at her clit feverishly so Desperate to taste her. He caught her off guard slipping a digit into her, groaned into her when your legs locked around his head, securing him in place. Not that he needed it. He’d stay here forever if she’d let him.
“Please Fi .” She moaned his fingers pumped in and out of her while his tongue made work on her clit. her thighs tremble and eyes roll back into her head. One hand grip the Stone she was sat on her knuckles white, while the other tugged at his locks. The pressure in her abdomen built but so does something else, something deeper at the same time. Felix took note pulling away
“you taste just Devine pretty thing, but not so fast I’m not finished with you yet.” He said as she whimpered at the loss of contact.
She watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers leaning down it kiss her again before he lined himself up with her entrance before he sank into her both of them gasping at the feeling. 
“fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. She was appreciative of his slow thrusts her constant wines were evident of that.
Y/n’s legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer as his hips rocked back and forth
“Faster.” She groaned in his ear as she clenched around him. His free hand moving to wrap around her throat squeezing slightly as his hips moved faster.
Y/n opened her eyes for a few seconds spotting someone in the distance. She let out a gasp pushing Felix off her as she attempted to cover herself
“Ollie what the fuck!” She said as she realised who had been watching them. Felix fumbled to cover himself up before protectively standing in front of y/n.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Ollie.” He said while y/n grabbed into his arm
“We need to talk.” Ollie slurred as he made his was over to the couple. Y/n climbed down off the statue staying hid behind her boyfriend
“You’re a fucking liar Ollie.” Felix said as Ollie got closer and closer
“How could you Ollie, after I confided in you.” Y/n said snatching the bottle of champagne out of his hand chugging most of what was left
“I know I’m so sorry y/n… I really am.” He said but she just shook her head and walked away from the pair cradling the bottle as she wobbled while she listened to Felix and Ollie argue
“You need to leave Ollie.” Felix said his eyes flickering to y/n was was now slightly hunched over
“You’re still my friend? We’ll all still be friends right?” Felix didn’t give him an answer before he rushed over to y/n which Ollie took as his que to leave
“Felix.” She said as she started to go dizzy. Y/n reached out for him while he grabbed onto her
“I don’t feel good.” She whispered before her legs gave way. Alarmed, Felix scooped her up in his arms, concern etching his face.
“Stay with me, baby.” Y/n mumbled something drowsy, her eyes struggling to stay open. Felix, with a sense of urgency, began navigating the maze's twists and turns running as fast as he could carry her
“No baby keep your eyes open.” He said as he held her head up with one hand. As he neared the house he spotted Elspeth seeing a group of her friends off by there cars
“Mum!” He yelled out catching her attention, noticing the distress, she rushed over, her face turning from joyous to concerned.
“I don’t know what happened, no baby keep your eyes open for me.” Felix said once again noticing the way she was struggling to stay conscious “y/n, look at me.” He said as Elspeth rushed them towards the car calling out of Duncan.
Felix sat y/n in the back seat sliding in next to her while his mother told him she’d get the rest of the family before telling Duncan to drive to the hospital as fast as he possibly could while she climbed into the passenger seat.”
“M’tired.” Y/n mumbled incoherently as she fell limp into Felix said
“I know baby, I know but you’ve gotta Stay awake for me.” Felix’s heart was in his throat he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Felix, what happen? Did she take something?” Elspeth asked Felix had never shook his head so quickly
“No mum, she would never. she was fine a few minutes ago.” He said the panic in his voice evident he head tears in his eyes as y/n kept mumbling nonsense to him.
“Love you Fi” He heard her say before she fell unconscious
“Drive fucking faster!” He yelled hitting the back of the seat as he tried to shake her awake but it wasn’t working
“Calm down Felix we’re almost there.” Elspeth said in reality she was also just as panicked. She loved y/n like her own she couldn’t bare the thought of something happening to her.
“I can’t fucking calm down!” He yelled and as soon as they turned into the hospital Felix wasted no time rushing her inside begging for help. Multiple doctors came rushing over taking him from her arms discussing things amongst themselves.
Felix stood frozen in the middle of the room, the weight of fear anchoring him to the spot. The harsh light overhead accentuated the pallor of his face as doctors fired questions about what happened with his collapsed girlfriend. His voice caught in his throat, and his limbs felt like lead, rendering him incapable of articulating the events that led to this moment. The fear consumed him, the uncertainty of y/n’s well-being tightening its grip. Just when the anxiety threatened to suffocate him, the hospital door opens and Elspeth entered, a comforting presence amidst the clinical sterility. Her eyes met Felix's, conveying a silent reassurance that he wasn't alone in this ordeal. In that shared gaze, a glimmer of strength returned to Felix, grounding him in the support of his mother amid the overwhelming uncertainties of the hospital room.
Elspeth took over the questioning answering every question she possibly could as a nurse took Felix into the waiting room where he sank into one of the chairs terrified for y/n’s life. A few minutes later Venetia, his dad and Farleigh came rushing into the room. No one said a word.
Venetia took a seat next to her brother taking his hand in hers trying to offer him some sort of comfort in the horrific moment. The reality of the situation had completely sobered him up the adrenaline of the alcohol wearing off.
“Felix, darling have some water.” Elspeth said handing Felix a plastic cup that she had filled with the water sat off to the side of them. His hands shook as he took a sip of the water finally speaking up for the first time since he’d let the doctors take y/n from his arm.
“I won’t be able to live if something happens to her.” It was almost a whisper but everyone heard it
“She’s going to be okay.” Farleigh not only told Felix but also himself and everyone in the room for that matter all of them having the same sinking feeling.
“But what if it’s not.”
In the hush of the hospital waiting room, Felix ensnared in a web of anxiety, perched on the edge of a hard plastic chair. His knees are caught in a restless rhythm, an involuntary dance fueled by the uncertainty of y/n’s condition. The minutes stretch like elastic as he nervously glances at the clock, each tick amplifying the echo of his worries.
Unable to contain the nervous energy, Felix succumbs to the urge to pace back and forth across the linoleum floor. His steps are uneven, a physical manifestation of the emotional turbulence swirling within. The harsh fluorescent lights cast shadows that play on his strained expression, the weight of concern etched across his face.
Meanwhile, His family huddles nearby, attempting to offer solace in whispered words and gentle touches. Their eyes mirror his apprehension, but they muster comforting smiles and attempts at casual conversation, striving to create a shield against the suffocating atmosphere of the waiting room.
The air is thick with anticipation, each passing second an agonizing reminder of the unknown. Felix, caught between the pull of hope and the gravity of fear, finds solace neither in the uncomfortable chair nor the sterile surroundings. All that matters is the impending news about y/n’s well-being, an answer that lingers just out of reach, teasing the frayed edges of his nerves. What felt like an eternity later a doctor came into the room everyone’s attention on them
“I’m Doctor Robinson I’m y/n’s doctor Today.” The woman started but before she could get another word out Felix croaked
“Is she okay?”
“Y/n is doing better than we could have hoped for her case, you did the right thing getting her here when you did. Her toxicology came back and it looks like she ingested a lethal amount of benzodiazepines which we believe after conversation with Elspeth to be as a result of spiking in something she will have drank at the party this evening.” The doctor explained everyone felt a weight lifted off there shoulders as they said she was doing better
“Can I see her?” Felix asked
“She’s not awake yet, however you are more than welcome to sit at her bedside until she does wake up.” Felix shoot up out of his seat almost instantly the others silently agreeing to let him go alone as he followed the doctor to her room.
Felix heart broke as soon as he walked into the room seeing y/n laying there with multiple IVs stuck in her arm. He chocked back his tears as he made his way to sit next to her taking his hand in hers.
At what felt like only moments later as if she was awoke by his presence she was finally conscious again. Felix kiss the back of her hand as he thanked god for keeping her safe
“Hey pretty.” He whispered softly as a few tears rolled down his cheeks she smiled softly at him squeezing his hand
“Hi.” She croaked out her eyes half open. Her entire body ached as she reached out to wipe his tears away “Don’t cry Fi, I’m okay.”
“You scared me so much baby.” He said as more tears rolled down his cheeks
“god if you had - but I didn’t and I’m okay.” She said knowing where his train of thought was going. She shuffled herself to one side of the bed making room for Felix next to her as she patted the spot which he waisted no time climbing into
“Did they tell you what happen?” She asked as she got comfortable on his chest as Felix petted her head. Felix let out a sigh not sure how to approach the topic.
“The doctors said you had a lot of benzodiazepines in your system.” Felix started and he felt her tense up
“What- I don’t do that kinda thing… I’d never.” She said as tears rolled down her cheeks
“I know baby I know, mum knows that too everyone knows you’re not like that.” He whispered y/n had always made it gleaming obvious she didn’t like the idea of every taking drugs while she never judged those who did she couldn’t bare the thought of losing herself to drugs the way her father did.
“Then how?” She asked knowing exactly how but she needed him to say it
“The doctors think something you drank was spiked.” Felix said and her heart sank. Saltburn was supposed to be a space space where she didn’t have to worry about stuff like that. A place where nothing bad could possible happen.
“You don’t think…” she started and Felix knew exactly what she was hinting at. Ollie. The only thing she had drank that she hadn’t opened the bottle or poured herself was the champagne she snatched from his hands.
“I… I Really fucking hope not.” Felix whispered just as Elspeth and everyone knocked at the door wanting to check in y/n themselves
“Oh darling, I’m so glad You’re okay. You had us all worried sick.” Elspeth said rushing over to y/n’s bedside who gave her a weak smile
“Is there anything we can do or get you?” James said standing next to his wife placing a comforting hand on her shoulder
“I would really just like to go home.” Y/n said and just as Venetia was about yo say she’d go speak to the doctor Felix spoke up
“No, you can’t go home yet.” He began looking down at her “you need to stay here and get better.”
“Fels, I’m okay I just need to rest.” y/n said just as her doctor walked into the room
“Ah y/n, glad to see you’re awake.” She began as she picked up her chart from the end of the bed “I’m sure Felix here told you, we found a lethal amount of benzodiazepines in your system which is what caused you to lose consciousness. If it wasn’t for your lovely family getting you here when they did we’d be looking at a very different outcome.” Y/n squeezed Felix’s hand softly nodding to what the doctor was telling her.
“For now I suggest you go home and rest up take it easy for a few day, which I’m sure everyone in this room will see too that you do and make sure you’re drinking plenty of fluids.” Y/n looked up at Felix while the doctor went to collect the discharge papers
“See baby, I told you I’m okay.” She said as he leaned down to kiss her softly
“I’m so glad you’re okay pretty.”
“Well Im lucky I have you, my knight in shining armour.”
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pradabambie · 4 months
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the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 1
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it's not like rafe didn’t trust you. he did. he just needed to check. 
it had been three months since you left obx, and oxford was all you’ve ever dreamed of. that part rafe was happy about, but your new boy best friend? not so much. 
felix catton. best believe rafe had done his homework. he even asked ward to borrow his private investigator to do some research on him. of course you would pick a royal, out of all the other people on campus, as your first friend.  
saltburn huh? i bet tannyhill is better anyways he thought to himself. 
rafe just had to see what all the fuss was about, so he picked up his phone and announced to you that he was coming to visit. 
“oh my god! no way!” you giggle at the news from your boyfriend, although it seemed weird to you how he had changed his mind about visiting you all of a sudden, you remember his more recent excuses like it’s way too cold over there, or i'm gonna miss topper, and you rolled your eyes at the thought. 
“what is it babe? did vee finally told you where that pink dress is from?” felix asked you from across the room, while getting yet another ciggie from his pocket. 
“rafe's coming to visit!”  
you had talked to lex about him previously, and of course the boy was eager to meet him, despite the multiple attempts at kissing you and all the flirting –"it's just my personality love, can’t help it i'm a libra, and you’re so, so pretty"- the boy explained while smiling, and disappeared into the party, now only visible by his pink cowboy hat. 
felix offered you his classic charming smile while sitting on his bed. 
“he knows we share the room, right?”  
“so, about that-” felix burst into laughing, almost choking on the smoke. 
“this is going to be fun” 
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coryosbaby · 4 months
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18+ MDNI !! ˚⟡˖ ࣪
Getting getting the impression that if Felix has an eyebrow piercing then he has a dick piercing too <33 def a Prince Albert one— he got it as a dare when he was really high and decided to keep it because he liked the way it made his dick look. And when you see it for the first time, you really like it too.
Like I can just imagine the way his precum spills out and over the ring, and you bring the metal into your mouth to suck it clean <33 and he praises you for it, lets you hump against his leg like a desperate puppy while he rants about how big he is compared to you.
“Mm, such a good little girl. Look at how tiny your hands are wrapping around me,” and he’d see your desperate licks against his piercing and he’d laugh, a little airy with a whine to it, “you like that, don’t you? My cock ring? So filthy…”
Oh! And you love to give him handjobs. Like, so much. You love playing with the barbell and stroking the skin of his cock over it, just to watch in fascination as he spills over in your hand.
And don’t even get me started on when he fucks you. He’ll rub himself right up against your entrance, and you’ll feel the cold metal as it scrapes gently against your inner walls. Your cunt, swallowing him whole despite his incredible length and thickness, your slick dripping down to his balls while you rub your swollen clit against his pubic bone. He’ll bring his thumb up to your lips while you bounce on him like a bitch in heat, drooling around the long digit as he pushes it further to the back of your throat. He’ll kiss your tits, palm them graciously in his large hands. He’ll make you cum on him and over and over, make sure you get his dick nice and wet. And after he fills you to the brim with cum, shaking and fucked out and dizzy, he’ll pull you off of him and watch his spend spill out of your raw fucked hole. His softening cock will lay flaccid against his toned stomach, and you’ll hungrily gaze down at it even though he had just given it to you for hours. He’ll let you take him into your mouth and lick him clean again, all the while his dick is pulsing with need and he’s ready to go for a second round <3
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yandere!stray kids reaction to … your confession.
warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.
cw. alcohol. implied murder. stalking. kidnapping. manipulation.
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bang chan.
it was late at night. he had just taken you out on an ice cream date, and now you both were lingering on the doorstep of your home, trying to make the last few moments last forever.
“i think that i might like you, no, i think this is love, chan.”
his heart raced at the confession, but he didn’t hesitate to reply.
“i love you too, y/n.”
he would go home thinking about this moment, his stomach full of nervous butterflies.
the first thing he would do is clutch the tank top that he had stolen from you in his hands, sniffing the material and thinking back to that beautiful moment.
this was all part of the plan. once you finally loved him, it would be so easy to just take you.
and that’s exactly what he planned to do.
lee know
you would’ve been minho’s girl for long before falling in love with the monster. i mean, how could you love this man? even if he was obsessed with you, to the point of being more than willing to spill blood for you, the thought of loving him was terrifying.
but slowly, through months upon months of losing your mind, it would’ve been while he was cooking dinner for the two of you.
his back was facing you as you sat on top of the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.
something about the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he measured ingredients, or the knife in his hand as he crushed the garlic.
minho caught you staring eventually. “what are you looking at, my love?”
a blush dusted across your cheeks. “you look handsome like this.”
his chopping halted. it would’ve been the first time that you’ve seen him truly flustered since meeting him. “i do?”
“i think i love you.”
changbin
it would be hard to not fall for the only man that you were ever allowed to see.
every day, like a mantra, you were told the same thing: you only need changbin. friends don’t compare to changbin. your family is changbin.
eventually it would’ve been hard to not give into the conditioning.
it was late at night and changbin still wasn’t home. you caught yourself feeling disappointed, looking forward to the one person that you saw in the day.
so when he arrived back home, you couldn’t help but jump up, greeting him at the door.
“i missed you.”
he stood in place for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you too. “what’s gotten into you, my darling?”
“why were you out so late?”
“i had to take care of some things,” he pulled away, nervously, “and you missed me?”
“of course i did. i love you.”
a wide smile spread across his face. “you love me? really?”
hyunjin
“i can’t believe he’s gone. i loved him so much, i don’t even know what to do with myself now.”
hyunjin rubbed your back soothingly, rocking you back and forth as you let out deep sobs into his shoulder. “i know you loved your friend, he was very kind to you.”
too kind. but you wouldn’t understand that— which is why he had to eliminate him.
“who’s gonna be there for me now? he always knew what to say and do.”
“i will always be right here. always. i can promise that to you.”
after a moment of sniffles, you pulled away slightly, staring at him with your puffy eyes that broke his heart. “i love you, hyunjin.”
“what do you mean?”
“i think i’m in love with you.” you were hysterical from the loss of your friend, not having slept for over 24 hours, and your head fuzzy from crying all day.
he was going to take advantage of that. “i love you too, y/n.”
jisung
the boy had been stalking you for ages. following you to classes, work, home— he knew everything about you at this point.
his first thought when you walked towards him, before he could even process your confession, was that you were so close to him. you had never been this close. he had only seen you from a distance.
the smell of you made him dizzy. he had sniffed your shampoos before, sure, stolen your underwear, bought your perfumes to spray around his house— but this was a whole new level and—
“hello? excuse me?”
he was brought back into reality as you waved your hands in front of his face, the butterflies replaced themselves with shock once you had asked for his number, admitting your feelings for him.
“a crush? me? you?” he stammered.
“i’ve seen you around and i think that you’re very attractive.”
felix
you were drunk out of your mind, right on his lap, dozing off on his shoulder. he was already losing it.
“felix, i think i have a crush on you.”
“what?” he pulled you up to look him in the eyes.
you giggled. “you’re so handsome. i’m so in love with you.”
he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
perhaps you wouldn’t feel the same if you knew how many times his hands have gotten bloody for you, exactly how far his infatuation with you went.
“i don’t know what you’re thinking, lix. tell me.”
instead of telling you his feelings, he decided to show them.
his hand met the back of your neck, leaning in to meet your lips.
seungmin
“i need to be honest.”
“yes?” your friend turned towards you on the couch, “you can tell me anything, y/n.”
“i think i’m in love with you.”
it was like the world had stopped for him.
no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to confess to you once the time was right. he needed to be confident and ready with your favorite flowers and a speech.
“seungmin?”
he couldn’t even respond, his entire face hot from your confession.
“you can tell me if you don’t feel the same way, i hope it doesn’t ruin things between us.”
“no! no!” he stammered out, “i love you too. i’ve loved you forever.”
it took him a moment to gather his thoughts together, “you’re beautiful. i’d love for you to be my girlfriend. i would treat you like a princess, every day of my life.”
now it was your turn to become a mess.
jeongin
it was all an accident.
you meant to send that text to one of your friends.
‘jeongin was so cute today. u should’ve seen him. it took everything in me to not kiss him’
within minutes, he was knocking on your door with the wind knocked out of him.
“you weren’t supposed to see that,” your face was red, not even trying to excuse your actions.
“what about me was cute?”
“your hair. it was messy— and your jacket. i loved it. and fuck— i just love you. i have a crush on you, jeongin, you caught me.”
“i’ll wear that damn jacket every single day for you to say that about me.”
“what?” your eyes widened.
“i love you too, y/n.”
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