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♪ song series ♪
hi! this is the second instalment in a series of oneshots i will be writing based on/inspired by a certain song. (note : in this particular fic there's another song featured) i recommend listening to the song(s) once before you read it <3
#2 summer love (song 1 | song 2)
pairing : lee felix x gn reader (established relationship)
genre : songfic, angstttt, pining, fluff if you squint, not a happy ending i'm afraid
warnings : none that i can think of, it's just sad ig. but if there's something you'd like me to add, lmk <3
w.c. : 1.7k
disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!
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22 hours left
You watch Felix as he goes around the kitchen getting the ingredients for the batter ready. You try to etch it all into your memory - his little nose scrunches, the way the sunlight streaming in through the window highlights his beautiful freckles, the shape of his lips… Sigh. Pictures never do him justice. And even if they did, what would be the point? You have to leave tomorrow and nothing could change that, or the grief that’s bound to follow.
Ugh, screw all those stupid romcoms and their happy couples and unrealistic endings! You wish it were as easy as they made it out to be, where one of them just quits their job and leaves home and everyone and everything they know basically, to move halfway across the world and be with the love of their life like it’s no big deal, like it’s the most practical decision ever, and of course they’re all loaded enough to be able to afford it. Stupid. Ridiculous. Know what’s even more ridiculous? The fact that you two had fallen so hopelessly in love over the span of just two months, knowing full well this relationship could have no future. Stupid stupid stupid. If the universe was so intent on handing you the cliché fall in love on vacation trope, why not give you the romcom ending as well? Why torture you like this?
Felix meets your gaze and smiles, though there's something sad about it. “Don’t do that please,”
“Do what?” you feign ignorance and blink innocently, which earns a proper smile from him this time. It tugs at your heart.
“You know what. Watch me with that forlorn look in your eyes. It makes me wanna bear hug you and never let go,” he says as he walks over and does just that.
Your lips curve up into a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lix. You’ll come up with any excuse to touch me,”
“Well if you don't like it–” he starts to pull away.
“Nooo I didn't say that,” you pull his arms back around you and you both laugh. Which is followed by a heavy silence that settles in the nooks and crannies of the room, somehow making the morning not so bright anymore. You're both joking around and dodging questions and being flippant because not doing that would mean having a serious conversation. Not doing that would mean confronting reality and having to say your goodbyes and you promised each other not to be all blue and gloomy on your last day together. You both know the other is also thinking about this, and how not talking about it is just making things weird.
Felix clears his throat, unwrapping his arms from around you. “I should get back to the pancakes. Don't wanna burn them like last time,”
“Right, haha,” you resist the urge to reach out and have him lock his arms around you again, trying to ignore how cold you suddenly feel.
You hate how painfully awkward you've become over the past few days – walking on eggshells and not being able to say what you're really thinking half the time, swallowing feelings and stopping mid-sentence.
Fifteen minutes later you're sitting at the table and Felix sets down a plate in front of you : choco chip waffles with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and ice cream. You gape at him. He’s indulging your sweet tooth way too much.
“You're trying to make me diabetic!” you complain, but give him a peck on his cheek.
“Only for today,” he chuckles and then bites his lip, realising he probably should’ve worded that better.
Only for today. Right. Because from tomorrow he won't even be able to see you, much less make you your favourite breakfast. And you're just supposed to go back to your old life and move on after….all this. After Felix. Totally easy. Totally–
“Hey you wanna watch a movie after?” he interrupts, sensing you going down a spiral. “And then go to the beach?”
You smile at his mention of the beach – it was where you first met. Where it all started. Where you’d spent most of your days together over the past two months. Playing silly games, learning how to surf. Lazy afternoons and late nights. Early morning walks along the shoreline to catch the sunrise. The first kiss you shared on one such walk. It all seems to have gone by in a blur.
17 hours left
You ended up not going to the beach.
You had put on a comedy movie but neither of you laughed much - not because the movie wasn’t funny, but because you just couldn’t bring yourselves to focus. Felix ended up dozing off halfway through, his head nuzzled on your shoulder. You watched the rest of the movie on mute, careful not to move or make a noise so you wouldn’t wake him. He woke up cursing about half an hour later, mad at himself for falling asleep and wasting what little time you have left together. You assured him it was fine, that you were happy just having him by your side. He complained that he wasn’t happy about having spent the half hour unconscious, especially when you were right next to him.
“You’re so cute when you’re sulky,” you’d said, smothering him with kisses. Then he started kissing you back, and uh, let’s just say that the two of you got a little carried away.
12 hours left
Felix sits you down in the living room saying he has a surprise for you.
“Don’t open your eyes until it’s time!”
“How will I know it’s time if I can’t see?”
“You’ll knoww.”
You frown. For a few seconds, there’s only silence. Then you hear a chair being pulled back a few feet away. You hear him clear his throat. You gasp when you hear the piano, your eyes snapping open. A lump forms in your throat as he flashes you a smile and starts singing the first line.
“I know, you know, we know
We weren't meant for each other and it's fine
But if the world was ending
You'd come over, right?
You'd come over and you'd stay the night
Would you love me for the hell of it?
All our fears would be irrelevant
If the world was ending
You'd come over, right?
The sky'd be falling and I'd hold you tight
And there wouldn't be a reason why
We would even have to say goodbye
If the world was ending
You'd come over, right?
Right?”
There’s something about the way he whisper-sings that last ‘right?’ because suddenly it’s impossible to hold the tears back any longer or pretend nothing's wrong. You run into his arms, clutching him so tight and wonder how the hell that single word could be packed with so much hope and despair and joy and sorrow at the same time because it honestly shattered you.
You suppose it's kind of funny in a sad way, because he's hastily wiping at your cheeks asking you to please not cry but he's crying too, and maybe one day you'll both be able to look back and laugh about this, but right now dear God, you swear you could physically feel your heart break into a million little pieces.
10 hours left
You’re both lying on the couch now, secretly grateful for the cramped space that makes being so squeezed up next to each other necessary. Neither of you suggests moving to the bedroom. You feel his body rise and fall with every breath and you try to focus only on that and not think about anything else. The sun has set and a soft summer breeze blows in through the open window. You watch him absentmindedly fiddle with your intertwined fingers.
“So much for not talking about it,” you snort.
“Well who asked you to start crying and ruin it?”
You elbow him. “Who asked you to choose that stupid song?”
“Hey don’t blame the song!”
“Oh no I’m blaming you, Lee Felix,”
He jabs you in the side playfully and then kisses your cheek. You tilt your head to look at him. His eyes are puffy and the tip of his nose red. Your heart aches at the sight, although your own face is probably no better at the moment. With your free hand, you push back the hair from his forehead. He closes his eyes as you trace lines along his freckles like they’re constellations. “Please don't come to drop me off tomorrow,” you say quietly.
His eyes snap open. He opens his mouth like he's about to protest, then thinks better of it and purses his lips. He nods once, solemnly. He wouldn’t be able to watch you walk away, either.
“Do you regret it?” he asks, after a few minutes of silence.
“What?”
“This. Us. Meeting me.”
“You're a dumbass if you think I do,”
He smiles and the ache eases a little. “I don't either. You're worth the heartbreak,”
You try not to let the word heartbreak sink in. “I didn't know you were capable of being so cheesy,” you tease.
“It's all the excess cheese from the Tteokbokki you made for lunch,” he answers without missing a beat.
“Well you gave me diabetes, it's only fair that I give you high cholesterol,”
He laughs. “God, Y/n...”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing,”
You look over at him again and you know what he meant to say. And why he didn't say it.
10 minutes
You were hoping you could leave quietly before Felix woke up like you had originally planned, but to your dismay and a bit of irritating delight, he was up even before you were. He made coffee, which you both drank at the table wordlessly. He helped with last-minute packing. Then he sat in the living room as you got ready, his expression unreadable.
Your suitcase is by the door. The taxi is waiting outside. You’ve checked and rechecked that you have your passport and other important items. You’ve avoided meeting his eyes since you woke up this morning although you stole plenty of glances when he wasn’t looking because you don’t know if you can handle what you see in them. But you can’t any longer – there’s hardly 10 minutes left before you have to walk out the door. Taking a deep breath, you make your way to where he’s standing. You hesitantly take his hand in yours – they’re cold despite the warm weather. You look up at him and– oh God. What are you even supposed to say? You don’t know and you don’t want to know, you don’t want to say anything that will make this real, you want to pretend none of this is happening. And so you just stare at him helplessly until he cups your face and presses his lips to yours and the entire world melts away for a few minutes.
You had never said your ‘I love you’s. But when you pulled back from the kiss and he looked at you with that earnestness in his watery eyes, it was as clear as day. You knew. And as you make your way to the airport, you can only pray that he knows too.
(Actual clip of Felix singing the song for extra feels)
headcanons sub!felix x dom! reader
. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ warning: felix calls the reader noona, breast milk fetish, reference to semi-public sex .ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
Felix loves to eat you, no matter when or where. He loves to eat your sweet, delicate pussy. He loves to feel you and bury his face between your legs, but his favorite is when you sit on his face. He grabs your thighs tightly, pressing you against his mouth so he can taste you better and play with your aching clit. The only thing he doesn't like about it is that he can't hear your moans very well.
He loves your tits; It is, without a doubt, his favorite part of you. Of course he loves everything about you, but your tits are something he will never get tired of seeing, feeling and touching. Feeling you on his lap and your tits in his face is something that makes his cock hard right away.
If you are a woman with milk there, it will drive him crazy, make no mistake about that. He will be attached to you like a dog to its owner; His favorite task is going to be milking you.
He moans too much, especially when you touch his sensitive body. Your heat is something that melts him inside and out. He likes to feel your hands on him or his cock, when you grab his hands when you ride him or when you grab his hair when he's between your legs.
he's horny 24 hours a day, so don't think it's strange that she comes begging for your pussy or that you give her a handjob. If necessary, he will beg for you and your attention if you are busy or something like that.
"noona, please... I need your pretty, sweet pussy with me."
He likes to tease you in public, sliding his hand up your thighs and up to your womanhood, caressing you with his fingertips just to see how your cheeks and ears turn red and you get angry because he's doing it in public, and then punish him for not being a "good boy."
.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
Han! who in his times of heat does not let go of you, he likes to feel your warmth and your aroma close to him, he clings to your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck and nibbles or licks you, if you get up or don't you let him who is attached to you whine and walk after you like a lost catHan! He loves it when you touch his sensitive tip or suck him, he doesn't take long to come and he can't stand overstimulation, he sobs and babbles nonsense Han! He will suck your pussy like his life depends on it, if you run your fingers through his hair and caress him while he licks you, he will cum in his pants and whimper like a whoreHan! who has a fetish for you to masturbate him with your tits, he will cum in seconds if you do, he loves to feel your cute and fluffy tits on his needy cockHan! He is fascinated by your pussy, he loves to feel it, touch it, lick it, he loves how it makes him feel, how your warmth and tightness feels on his delicate cock.
"n-nonna you feel...s-so good"
.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
jeongin x Milf!reader smut
.ᶻ𝗓𐰁.ᐟ Warning: Jeongin is of legal age‼️ .ᶻ𝗓𐰁.ᐟ
You couldn’t even think how you got into this situation, you just knew that you liked it. Your cheeks were completely red, your nails scratching the headboard of the bed, his hands leaving marks on your waist from the squeeze he gave them, his thin and large fingers tickling your waist. His grip felt so good, how he made you go up and down on him, the marks he left on your tits or what he said to you. You knew what you were doing was wrong; you were his best friend’s mother and older than him, but you couldn’t refuse, not the way he grabbed you. Jeongin had been your son’s best friend for years, practically since he can remember. You always thought of him as a sweet and shy boy, but he turned out to be the complete opposite. He wasn’t at all the image of him that you had, or maybe he was, but not in a sexual sense. The way his thrusts made your eyes water was incredible; How could such a young and sweet boy make you feel so many things that no man in your entire life had ever made you feel? He was giving you the best sex of your life. You didn't even know how much time had passed; you were so overstimulated that the pleasure blinded you from all thought. His cock felt so good, but the pleasure his fingers gave you was something you couldn't even believe. Since he knew how to touch every spot in your overstimulated pussy to draw moans from you, you tried not to make noise for fear that your children would catch them, but with this boy between your legs it was totally impossible, or that you couldn't handle it in that state. Since his hands were clinging to your hips, making them go up and down, hitting your sensitive spot with his tip, you babbled meaningless things, or bit your lip to keep from making noise, leaving it marked and with slight blood from the strong bite. You clung to his broad shoulders as he clung to your tits at that moment; He left a trail of hickeys and bites, he hugged your body and kissed you totally needy, making you jump on him as if it were the last thing he would do.
"Forgive me, but it's your fault for being so hot and being my best friend's mom."
.ᶻ𝗓𐰁.ᐟ
This was something I had in notes a few weeks ago, I went to check and found it, so I'm posting it
What about best friend Felix?
I feel like he would be super fun and like a ray of sunshine, being there for you at all times, bad or good. He's a comfort person...and if he's into you, i think he would flirt with you in the most cute way, but if he feels that you are into him too...maybe he will do the first step.
Movie night with best friend Felix would be like....
It was like this, the girl went to her best friend's house to watch a movie... except she had put on a new perfume and he LOVED the smell so he got close to her and started smelling her neck ...And then she says "ah" and he's like "🤨" then he says "so do you like it when I do that?" He started kissing her neck and giving hickeys and got on top of her, Then he put his hand under his shirt on her boobs and said "holy shit I never thought I would touch them"
And the movie night was crazy...
Some Stray Kids Scenarios 💜🪻✨
Félix (imagine) 🐥❤️
Han Jisung imagine 🐿️🤍✨
Changbin, Felix, Jisung, Minho X reader🐷🐥🐿️🐰 💛
•Action and Reaction 🔥❤️
Hyunjin X Han X Cris X reader
Action and Reaction part 2 ⬇️
Action and Reaction part 3⬇️
-Felix Catton x reader
{Felix finds you curled up in your dorm room with a terrible cold}
Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
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You’ve locked yourself up in your dorm room for what feels like weeks now, cooped up and all stuffy. It feels like you’re going stir crazy as you stare at the same four walls all day, but you know you can’t go out, not until you’ve gotten over your cold.
Felix has been ringing you nonstop and there are only so many excuses you can come up with before he starts to get a little suspicious. It’s now the third day that you’ve tried dodging his calls, texting him back with the same ‘I’ve got revising to do’ excuse and in all honesty he was starting to get fed up.
Maybe that’s why you’re not entirely surprised when he walks into your dorm room with a frown, his eyebrows pulled together as he closes the door behind him with a huff.
You lift your head up from the pillow with a soft groan, regretting giving him that spare key, before laying back down. His expression immediately softens as he walks over to the sight of you hiding your face behind your bedsheets.
“Felix… I’m busy” you mumble from behind the covers as he scoffs softly, you feel your bed dip slightly as he takes a seat beside you. His hands tug the covers away from your face as he tries to get a better look at you in your state of sickness.
You press your face against the pillows, still trying to hide yourself from his concerned gaze. “Yeah, you look really busy” he chuckles sarcastically as the back of his fingers graze against your jawline.
Winter has completely kicked your ass, despite the fact that Felix was always making sure that you were wearing the thickest of coats, wrapping you up in scarves and hats and making sure to get you warm drinks.
“Come on, look at me angel” He whispers softly, his fingers curling around your jaw. He holds your face in his hand as he tilts your head away from the pillow to look up at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were poorly?” He asks with a soft frown, his brown eyes full of worry. A sigh escapes your lips as his hand gently caresses your cheek. Your skin feels feverish and yet there’s a certain chill that you just can’t seem to shake.
You sniffle before sitting up with the help of Felix as he pulls the pillow up so you can rest comfortably against the headboard. “Look at the state of me… I look horrible,” you mumble with a hoarse voice, your eyes flickering down to your hands as you fiddle with a loose thread of your jumper.
Felix immediately shakes his head with a hum of disagreement. “You do not look ‘horrible’ you’re just feeling a little under the weather” he says as he presses his lips together trying to stop himself from laughing.
Your bottom lip juts out slightly as you look up at him whilst he tries to stifle the smirk that teeters at the corners of his mouth. “You’re such a shit lair… don’t laugh at me,” you say with a scratchy voice, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Alright, you look a tad rough but I wouldn’t say you look ‘horrible’” He says as you shake your head softly at the way he chuckles. You look up at him as he tucks your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but lean into the warmth of his palm.
Felix presses a kiss to your forehead, “Still my pretty girl” he whispers so sweetly that it completely melts your heart. His thumb caresses the space just under your eye as he admires you with his honeyed gaze.
His expression changes as you let out a painful cough, the soreness in the back of your throat causes your eyes to water ever so slightly. Felix soothes your back with his hand as he reaches over to your bedside table for your water bottle.
“Thank you” you mumble before taking a few small sips whilst he continues to rub your back, his palm lying flat against the back of your shoulders.
He hated this, the way your voice was so pained and how your cough sounded so croaky. The worst of it all was the look in your eyes, you seemed so exhausted.
“Just take it easy baby… you’re okay” he whispers softly as you rest your head against his shoulder with a soft huff, his hand settling against the small of your back.
He shuffles to sit beside you on the bed, resting against the headboard as he opens his arms out for you with a sweet smile. You shake your head with a sound of protest, “You can’t… you’ll get sick” you huff with a hoarse voice.
Felix doesn’t listen to your words or how your hand tries to weakly push him away, instead, he shakes his head with a smirk, “I don’t get sick.” He says with a certain confidence in his tone that makes you roll your eyes.
You glance back over to his welcoming arms, he looks so soft and warm with his jumper and loving smile that you give in and practically collapse against his chest. A soft sigh of relief escapes you as he brushes his fingers through your hair.
“Tell me next time you’re sick… I don’t mind looking after you” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingers idly trace patterns against your back.
He smiles to himself when you nod your head against his chest, the soft fabric of his jumper brushing against your cheek. “I will… promise” you mumble with a croaky voice, soon drifting off to sleep in his arms.
Felix would eventually wake you up with soft kisses giving you some cough medicine and food, along with vapour rub he swears is magic for your sinuses. He’d spend the next two days practically glued to your side and in all honesty you can’t complain.