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GN!reader x Felix

Words can’t even explain how desperate Felix was for a release. His hips sloppily thrusting against the pillow. Your pillow. His moans high and whiny. “This is so mean! Y- y/n please touch me. Pretty please.”

“Bad boys don’t deserve to be touched now do they? Should’ve thought about the consequences before humping my pillow. You always think with your pathetic dick Lixie.”

He squeezes his eyes shut letting a few tears fall at your words. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m s-so sorry. I just really need to cum. It hurts. Hurts so bad. Please.” He let out a sob. His voice sounded so desperate. There wasn’t a time where Felix wasn’t needy, he always wanted your attention. It didn’t matter in what way it was.

“You’re always so needy Felix, no matter what I do you always want more. God you’re such a whore.”

You’ve never called him that before but judging by his reaction he liked it, his hips jerked on the pillow and he let out a choked moan. “H-hey. That’s so meannn.”

What a liar.

“You look like you liked it. Do you like being called a whore.” He doesn’t answer you. Instead, dropping his head down. You get up from the chair and walk over towards him on the bed. You grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back to look at you. “I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“Y-yes I do.” He closed his eyes, not being able to hold eye contact with you. Which you obviously did not like.

“Look at me Felix or I won’t let you cum.” This immediately makes him open his eyes. “How bad do you wanna cum?” You already knew the answer, you just wanted him to say it out loud.

“I wanna cum so bad. I’ll do anything, please let me. I’ll be good I promise y/n. Pleaseee.”

You smile at him before saying something.“Anything, hm?” You get up and go to your closet, grabbing the fleshlight and bringing it back to Felix. “If you wanna cum so bad, you can fuck this…..”

Btw I started a BTS reaction to you walking in on them (as their roommate). I got distracted on my phone and when I clicked back on tumblr it refreshed my tumblr…… I got to Hoseok and I’m so mad😔💔

I forgot this even existed but gotta reblog to my new acc bc 😮‍💨

Felix is your usually subby baby but one day he comes home so mad and so frustrated you let him fuck it out. You coax him to go harder since he’s not used to just fucking like this. You tell him he can cum as soon as you feel him about to. Your good baby is hesitant, not used to not coming with you but you wrap your legs around him and arms around his neck clenching as hard as you can. It surprises him so hard he stutters his hips, eyes rolling back, with mouth open as one of the deepest goans he’s ever released comes out.

Oh yeah, you'd definitely be doing this more often.

Strawberry Milk

cw: sub!Felix; dom!reader; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender/junk; kink awakening; under-negotiated kink; cock-stepping; dacryphilia; cross-dressing; cock spanking; degradation; humiliation; exhibition; cumplay - cum drinking, snowballing; sexting; public masturbation/hand job; mentions of underwear theft, omorashi/piss kink; pet names - baby, kitty (for Felix); we start out mean but get a lil gentle towards the end, also we nearly veered into genderfucky territory, but i don't think we really went there, do with that what you will

wordcount: 4,807 words

posted for @skzseasons !S Week event!🌸💕

“I think I’m a pervert.”

Hyunjin makes That Face when you finally make your admission. It’s one you’re used to seeing—the expression he has when Jisung spills another iced coffee all over himself or Changbin breaks the knob off his internal volume control for a moment. It’s the face he makes when the world has disappointed, but not surprised him.

You’re a little offended, honestly—you think your degeneracy could merit at least a little shock—but you press on anyways.

“I think—I think I might have done something fucked up. And I think I liked it.” You leave out how you’ve been sitting on this revelation for nearly a week now, lying awake in your bed with a hand shoved down your underwear and the sight of Felix on the ground playing on loop behind your eyelids.

“Hmm. ‘Fucked up’ how?”

“I-I don’t know, I… didn’t mean to? But…” You really hadn’t. High off the rush of winning, you hadn’t wanted to hurt him or scare him, you were just so caught up in having the upper hand. But the sight of him wide-eyed and fearful, tears welling up in his eyes, had made your stomach twist with as much desire as guilt. “…but-I-think-I-like-making-boys-cry?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“What do you mean, ‘yeah’?”

“You watch reality tv, don’t you?”

“What—what does that have to do with anything?”

“You like seeing people suffer. Obviously.”

“Look—schadenfreude isn’t the same as, as sadism, I—” You don’t know how to put words to the memory—Felix laughing and squirming, sprawled out on his ass and elbows in the wet grass beneath you—you wobbly, out of breath and off-balance, as the foot you’d meant to plant on his chest comes to rest square on his crotch.

“Hyunjin, I don’t think you can compare stepping on someone to watching people have meltdowns on TV.”

“Wait, you stepped on someone?”

“No! Maybe?” The recollection of it snares you at the most unexpected moments—sunlight caught on the fat teardrops welling up in his eyes, blush blooming across his freckled cheeks, the heat of his cock growing fat and stiff under your bare foot. “Kinda…”

“Ha. Step on me, mommy?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

And he does, and for a while you think that’s it. Until Hyunjin’s soft voice breaks the silence again.

“It’s not a big deal, you know? Loads of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Whatever…”

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Look, you—you don’t really know what’s going on.

For the past couple weeks, you’ve been trying to keep a respectful distance from Felix—you tell yourself you’re being considerate, giving him space, but you can’t deny the way your stomach twists when he catches your eye. It’s good manners, you tell yourself, not avoidance.

Right now, being ‘respectful’ mostly just means staring at your phone while you pretend you don’t notice Seungmin slowly hiding everyone’s keys and earbuds in the hood of your sweater.

When Jisung drags Felix out of the room, crowing about “winning the bet”, you don’t think much of it. If anything, you relax for the first time since you walked in the door. The tension melts from your shoulders as you burrow deeper into the sofa, huffing out a little laugh as Seungmin tugs his hand away with a yelp.

It’s possibly the most peaceful ten minutes you’ve had, until the door to Jisung’s room slams open again to reveal Felix in a schoolgirl’s uniform.

No one questions why Jisung just has one on hand. It’s not one of those cheap, costume-y ones either, not some shapeless and skimpy thing made from oddly shiny polyester in generic white and blue. You make a note in the back of your mind to look it up later—there are endless things to tease Jisung for, but any addition to your pile of ammunition is welcome.

The funniest part—because this is funny, right?—is how good it looks on Felix. The cream-colored sailor collar makes his tawny skin glow and the dark green pleats of the skirt swish around his lissome legs with every step he takes. As your gaze makes it’s way down, you realize Jisung even completed the look with a tiny little pair of socks—knobby ankles framed by frills of white lace that make your jaw go slack and your brain fizzle with static.

When you drag your eyes back up to his face, Felix’s gaze is locked on you.

Your ribcage feels too tight for your lungs.

You’re not doing this.

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As soon as Minho and Seungmin start squabbling over what movie to put on, you bolt for the kitchen, mumbling some excuse about getting snacks. You don’t bother to flip the light switch, just tuck yourself out of sight and bury your face in your hands.

Deep breaths, in and out.

You’ll go back once the lights are out, you decide. Lights out, movie on, and maybe then you’ll be able to keep yourself from staring like a creep. You drag in one last deep, shuddery breath to settle yourself, tip your head back and groan, before pushing yourself off the wall.

Only to find yourself face to face with Felix.

His expression is open and guileless, eyes intent on you even as he gnaws at his lip and fiddles with his sleeves. And he’s still wearing that goddamn school uniform.

“I thought… you might need some help…?” His voice is low and clear against the din of your friends in the next room, and you swallow hard.

“Sure.” You clear your throat, push past him to rummage through the freezer. “Yeah, sure, whatever…”

For a while, you almost feel normal again—preheating the oven and dumping pizza rolls onto a baking sheet, pawing through the cupboards for chips and microwave popcorn. Felix doesn’t help so much as get underfoot, though, trailing after you so closely you’re surprised he isn’t tripping over your heels. He keeps reaching for things a little too late when you ask for them, just before you reach for them yourself, hands colliding as he mumbles apologies into your ear. The constant proximity, the heat of his body, his breath in your ear, it’s all fraying at your self-control one thread at a time.

When his fingers brush along the back of your hand for the third or fourth time, it snaps, sending you whirling around to back him into the counter.

“What is wrong with you?”

He shrugs listlessly, gaze drifting to the side to avoid yours, and something knots up in your chest. You’re winding a hand in his hair before you even realize, dragging his eyes back to meet your own. He’s biting his lip again, and it makes you want to replace his teeth with your own, makes you want to make him cry again.

There’s an infuriatingly calm, almost expectant look in his eyes, and you realize… Felix followed you in here.

When you drag him in for a kiss, it’s less like two puzzle pieces slotting together and more like a car crash—messy and crude, open-mouthed and hungry as you push your tongue into his mouth, curl it against the roof and swallow down his gasping little whines. You withdraw just long enough for him to keen like a little animal, his breath hot against your lips, and you reward him by digging your teeth into his lower lip and snaking a hand up his skirt.

Even through the soft cotton of his boxers, he’s hot in your hand, cock already stiffening as you cup and squeeze it experimentally. It’s more an inspection than it is an attempt at real stimulation, but his hips jerk under the attention anyways.

“You’re really getting hard from being pushed around, huh?”

His face scrunches up at your words, but he nods frantically. Something feral and mean inside of you rears up at the sight of him, lips shiny with your spit and twisted in a grimace, eyes already glossy with tears.

“Lift up your skirt.” The speed with which he follows your instruction goes to your head like champagne on an empty stomach, bright and bubbly and warm.

Felix makes such a depraved little picture for you—hair mussed, face flushed under the constellations of his freckles, hands trembling just a little as he lifts his little schoolgirl skirt up to show off the outline of his cock. It’s straining against his plain grey boxer-briefs, a damp spot slowly darkening along the front—all at once, you think of working him up and making him cum all over himself like a pervert, of making him wet himself like a desperate little girl, of watching it run down his slim thighs onto the floor and pushing his face down to lick his own mess off the cold tile like a dog.

“Did you like it, when I stepped on your little cock?” You squeeze hard, watch the way his lips part with a tiny little gasp, then pull your hand away. “Well?”

He nods, brow furrowed, but that’s not enough—you bring your hand down against his cock, quick and sharp. A ragged gasp tears it’s way out of his throat, his hips jerking under the punishment.

“Use your words, baby.” You spank him harder, a second, then a third time, laughing with disbelief at the way his cock twitches under your palm, at the way his head tips back and his eyes flutter shut. Tears glisten along his lashes, salty on your lips when you lean in to brush a kiss against them.

“I-I did, I liked it, I… I…” Words failing him, he drops down to his knees, nuzzling into your thigh as he fumbles with the waistband of your shorts. For just a moment, the thought of fucking Felix’s face with all your friends just one room over sends wild thrill skittering up your spine, has you nearly ready to let him do as he pleases.

Instead, you slap his hands away and grab him by the hair again to drag him upright, his hands scrambling to grab onto your sweater as he half-climbs up your body.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Did I tell you that you could touch me?”

“N-no…”

“You can touch me when you’ve earned it, do you understand?”

He nods, and you tighten your grip, pulling a whine from him as the motion tugs at his scalp.

“I’m going to give you a chance to earn it. And to calm down, because,” you draw back to look him up and down with an arched brow. “I’m sure you don’t want to walk out in front of everyone looking like a desperate little slut, do you?”

“No—no, please…” He shakes his head, and you loosen your grip on his hair with a smile.

Abandoning him to make your way to the fridge, you rummage around with a gentle hum, taking your time as you listen to him rock nervously back and forth against the counter. You resurface with a carton of milk in one hand and a bottle of syrup in the other, return to set them on the counter on either side of Felix, trapping him in your arms at the same time.

“You’re going to make strawberry milk for everyone. That is why you’re taking so long. But first…” You reach past him into the cupboard, pull out a glass and a straw twisted into the shape of a heart and filled with silver glitter and hold them up with a wry smirk. “…you’re going to jerk your little cock off into your cup and then fill it up the rest of the way with milk. When you’re done making enough for everyone else, you’re going to bring them all out to us, and you’re going to drink yours in front of everyone. Understand?”

He nods again, before he catches himself—“yes! Yes, m—yes, I understand— ”

“Good.” You file away the little stumble in his words for later, and then a wicked thought occurs to you. “Hm. Before you finish your glass, you’re going to do one more thing—you’re going to offer me a sip, so I know you made it right.”

It takes a moment, but you watch as Felix’s eyes go wide, lips parting, as your last order slowly settles in. Not even the shriek of the stove timer cuts through his hazy expression, and once you’re done pulling out the pizza rolls and shutting off the oven, you give in to the urge to drop a quick, smacking kiss onto his worried little mouth before you leave him.

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When Felix pops back out of the kitchen, only one glass in hand, a part of you wilts a little in disappointment—only to perk up like a seedling in the rain when you realize he’s making his way toward you, sparkly little straw twirling between his fingertips.

“Try it?” There’s a sly little smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he holds the drink out; it makes you want to bend him over your knee to spank it off his face, almost as much as you want to thread your fingers through his hair and drag him in for a kiss.

You let him lift the cup to your face, angle the straw to your lips himself, and you suck. Syrupy strawberry and bitter cum bloom across your tongue, so cloying and filthy it makes your heart nearly skip a beat, sends a rush of heat straight between your legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you barely notice as Jisung whines for a taste and Felix tells him snottily that he can wait with everyone else.

“How is it?” Felix’s eyes are intent on yours, and you can’t hold back—don’t want to hold back—the stupid grin that paints itself across your face.

You catch his wrist in your grip carefully, lean in to steal another sip.

“It’s perfect.”

“This is nepotism,” Jisung declares indignantly, and you laugh as Felix skips back to the kitchen.

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Even with the lights off, you can tell how restless Felix is. He’s always a little fidgety, a squirmy, squeaky little duck of a boy, but he’s in rare form tonight—you can see him twirling his straw and wiggling into the couch cushions even as you keep your eyes trained on the movie. When Minho smacks his knee, scolds him for thumping his ankle against the sofa, you have to struggle to tamp down your smile. No one’s really noticed, you’re sure, but it’s so obvious—he’s a mess, and it’s all for you.

A spark of inspiration hits, and you slide your phone out of your pocket to tap out a quick message.

You: are you enjoying your drink?

You can tell the moment he gets your message, eyes widening as he hops up in his seat. He fumbles at his pocket, glass thumping down hard on the side table as he drags his phone out, and when his eyes dart up from your message to meet your own, you don’t shy away. It’s only when he shrinks down, curling in on himself as he clutches his phone like a lifeline, that you let your focus drop back down to your own.

It’s hard not to hold your breath as you wait for the buzz of your phone, hard not to immediately pop it open when the notification pops up on your screen. Just because he’s the most interesting part of your night—of your month, honestly—doesn’t mean you need to act so eager for him.

felix🐣: i wish it tasted like you 🥺

It would be annoying, the way six words and a stupid emoji knock the breath of your lungs, but you’re too preoccupied with the image of him on his knees, tongue out and eyes hazy and hungry for you, too preoccupied with nearly regretting your choices back in the kitchen.

You squeeze your thighs together and draw in an unsteady breath. You don’t look up at Felix.

You: you don’t even know what i taste like, tho

You: or do you?

You: have you been bad, kitty? have you been pawing through my things, sniffing at my underwear like a filthy little animal?

Maybe you’re imagining the way his hands tremble, as you watch him from the corner of your eye, but you’re sure you aren’t imagining the way the whites of his eyes catch the light as they widen, or the bob of his throat as he swallows.

felix🐣: i haven’t

You cock your head to the side as you look down at your phone, tap your glass to your lip thoughtfully—putting on a mean little show of doubt for him.

It’s only seconds before your phone is buzzing again.

felix🐣: really i promise i haven’t

felix🐣: really really really reall

felix🐣: :((

There’s something in his frantic denial that tastes like blood in the water to you, your typing barely keeping up with your thoughts as you put your autocorrect to the test.

You: i bet you’ve thought about it at least

You: don’t lie to me, kitty

You: have you?

As you tuck your phone back into your lap, anticipation thrums through your veins, so heavy it feels like it could push you right out of your own body. Around you, your friends laugh at some joke you missed, and you feel at once claustrophobic and terrifyingly adrift from the world.

Then your palm is tingling with the vibration of a new message, and your whole world narrows down to one point of focus.

felix🐣: maybe

felix🐣: yes

felix🐣: yes yes yes im sorry

felix🐣: pls don’t be mad :(

felix🐣: im sorry im gross

When you look up, Felix is avoiding your gaze, face tucked into his knees as he keeps his gaze trained blankly on the movie. The sight squeezes at your heart, makes you want pet his hair and kiss his freckles one by one.

You: it’s okay

You: i don’t care as long as you’re honest

You: tell me how gross you can be, baby

For a long while, there’s nothing. Disappointment sets in—you were trying to be gentle, but did you push him too hard? Was this what was too much? The high of completely unsupported confidence fades, and you’re just about ready to start doubting everything about the night…

Then your phone buzzes. And buzzes. And keeps on buzzing.

felix🐣: i wanna sniffyourunderwear

felix🐣: wanna know what it smells like after it’s been pressed up against you all day

felix🐣: wanna taste it wanna lick your cum off it want you to gag me with it please

felix🐣: i wanna jerk off with them get them all messy

felix🐣: want you to catch me and yell at me and

felix🐣: rub my face in my own mess and tell me ive been bad

felix🐣: sometimes i even think about you making me wear them while you spank me

felix🐣: making me spread my legs for you and

felix🐣: and calling me stupid and useless and slutty and

felix🐣: and making me do othergrossstuffforyou

You read Felix’s messages, and then you reread them at least three more times, thoughts a riot of impatience and want. All this time you’ve spent knotting yourself up with guilt and shame, when what he wants is for you to be even crueler to him, when it seems he’s been wanting this for longer than you could have imagined. You’re going to ruin him.

(You’re going to have to keep ‘other gross stuff’ in mind while you do it, too.)

When you finally look up, he’s curled as small as he can make himself, lanky limbs tucked in and eyes scrunched shut as if he’s bracing for something. You’ve never seen a sight that’s so pitiful, and it tempers the wild, mean thing he’s set loose in you, just a little.

You: oh, kitty

You: you’ve been so good for me. you’re gonna get everything you want, i promise.

You: <3

With that last message, you slide your phone back into your pocket and settle in to pretend to pay attention to the movie. And if the fists curled into your hoodie don’t unclench for the next hour, no one notices.

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After the movie, there’s a wave of drowsy murmurs as the lights flip on and your pack starts settling on what’s happening next. Pretty much everyone is going to crash right here, and most nights you would as well, but… you think that tonight, you’d rather end up in your own bed. And that you’d prefer to not end up there alone.

You stand up to stretch, satisfaction coiling low in your belly when you catch sight of Felix straightening up at your movement.

“I think I’m gonna walk home.” Your voice is just loud enough to carry across the room, a little unsteady, but that’s fine considering half your friends are still blinking the sleep from their eyes. “The weather’s been nice lately, there’s been shooting stars all week.”

“It’s too late to go out alone.” Of course, Chan objects. You’d almost feel guilty, you know he worries—but you have plans for the night, and not even your resident Dad Friend is gonna throw a wrench in them now.

“I’ll walk, too!” It’s an admirable show of restraint, that you’ve managed not to look at Felix until he’s already hopped out of his seat, volunteering himself as tribute.

“There! I won’t be alone!” You flash Chan a shit-eating grin as you hook your arm through Felix’s, dragging him towards the door before your second favorite Australian has a chance to argue. “We’ll be by with donuts in the morning, yeah?”

Behind you, you just barely catch Changbin’s voice, “wait, is Felix still wearing—”

Then the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are alone, set loose into the night.

It really is a gorgeous evening, cool and breezy, with only the faintest promise of summer thickening the air. Felix’s hand is a welcome warmth when you catch it in your own, swinging it as he matches his pace to yours. You pretend not to notice the way he rubs circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, just like you pretend that you aren’t grinning like an idiot.

There’s a calm that settles over you, with the city around you so still and hushed, with Felix’s shoulder nudging into yours as your footsteps echo along the street. It feels like no one exists but the two of you, like you have all the time in the world.

The tension that had you all twisted up, like a rope swing ready to spin out of control, eases into something lazy, almost leisurely. You have the whole night ahead of you, and you intend to take advantage of that. When you come up to a bus stop, you lean into his side to steer him into the flickering light. He’s meek as a kitten, letting you gently crowd him into the corner with no question.

“Hey.” You know you still have that goofy grin on your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Hey.” It's not as embarrassing, you figure, when the look on Felix's face is just as dumb as yours.

“Do something for me, baby?”

“Anything.” His answer is immediate, breathless, and it’s as sweet as the fake strawberry that’s still lingering on your tongue.

“Get your cock out for me.”

There’s only a moment’s hesitation as his eyes flick past your shoulders, then Felix is hiking his skirt up and tugging the front of his boxers down to show himself off for you—he’s still soft, his cock looking so small and chubby and sweet in his hand, little pink head peeking out from his golden brown foreskin. He can’t look you in the eyes, shrinking in on himself even as the cock in his hand stiffens under your gaze.

“Look at me…” Your voice is low and lilting as you lean in, drunk on the cool spring air and the power of making someone commit public indecency with just a few words. When he obeys, you continue: “You were such a good kitty tonight. I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm. Hold out your hand for me.”

Felix lifts a shaky hand, palm up, and you pull your own out of your pocket to carefully tuck your underwear into it. The absolute absence of comprehension in his expression is so precious, you drag him down for a kiss, soft and warm as you swallow down his breath, nip at his lower lip just before you pull away.

“Wha… How? When?” You take his hand to wrap it around his cock, which seems to have caught up to things much faster than his brain, the solid heat of it through your underwear a wanton contrast to the dreamy urgency in his voice.

“I went to the bathroom, before the movie ended.” Slowly, you guide his hand in slow, measured strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip to try and fail to hold back a groan. With your other hand, you cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently.

Under the flickering fluorescent of the bus stop, the delicate angles of his face look nearly too perfect to be real—with his skirt bunched up around his hips and his hair a tousled halo against the grimy plexiglass, you could almost believe it was an angel you were ravishing.

Eyes focused on his expression, you squeeze his balls a little tighter, curl your fingers to stroke behind them and grin like a shark when the motion has Felix dropping his mouth open to let loose a shameless moan. Carefully, you feel around until you find the spot that drags a high-pitched whine out of him, and massage it mercilessly. His breathing quickens, chest heaving under his rumpled sailor collar, and you speed up your strokes to match it.

When you finally feel his balls tighten in your palm, you angle his twitching cock to make sure he cums all over your hand. His release comes in weak, uneven spurts, but it drags on longer than you expected, runs down your skin like warm, sticky ribbons of cream as you milk him dry. You don’t let him go until you’re sure he has nothing left in him, thighs trembling around your wrist and hands pawing desperately at your shoulders.

Being careful not to let any go to waste, you lift your hand up—your kitten knows what you want before you even say a word, meeting you halfway with his tongue already out.

“Don’t swallow yet,” you warn him, and Felix hums against your skin in acknowledgment. His tongue is hot and insistent as he licks your skin clean, laps his own cum out of your palm, cheeks hollowing as he takes your fingers into the heat of his mouth one by one to suck them clean.

“Open up, baby, let me see.”

Rosy lips stretch wide for your viewing pleasure, to show you pearly white cum pooled on his pink tongue. You lean in to dip your tongue into his waiting mouth, his release briny and bittersweet as you finally get to taste it undiluted. Lips working hungrily against his, you coax his tongue into your own mouth, swallow down his cum and suck at the hot muscle until he’s limp and shivering against you.

When you’re finally satisfied that you’ve had every last drop of him, you pull away and tug him into your arms, petting his hair and cooing sweet nonsense into his ear until his shivering slows and he’s nuzzling sleepily into your neck. You go about setting him to rights, tucking his limp cock back into his boxers and straightening out his skirt, before uncurling his fingers to take your cum-stained underwear back.

A quick glance around to make sure the coast is clear, and you’re shimmying out of your shorts to drag your cum-stained underwear back on. They’re sticky and warm between your thighs, and you cringe at the thought of doing your next load of laundry, but it’s worth it for the dazed, slack-jawed look you get from Felix as you tug your shorts back on.

He twines the drawstring of your shorts around a finger, eyes boring holes into the ground, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s pouting.

“I wanna… I wanna make you cum, too…” His voice is low and even, but undeniably sulky, and a sudden rush of affection courses through you as you grab him by the face to force him to look you in the eye.

“Just wait, kitty. We’ll be home soon.” You plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, then grab a sticky hand to drag him back out into the night. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

LAUNDRY DAY

Felix x Fdom!reader x Han | header:@/s-trixy

CONTENTS — smut/mdni, poly relationship, sub!jisung, sub!felix, fdom!reader, mommy kink, degradation, praise, slapping, denial, crying, jisung taking full advantage of a vibrating washing machine…

WORD COUNT — 2.5k

© to irockgyu. no translations/reposts etc.

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This but a Felix version that's been on my brain for a day now.

Tags: Shy Felix, Nicknames (Jagi, Starlight, darling), Felix being self conscious?

You've been lounging on the couch for awhile, one leg off the couch and the other bent, an arm hanging off the couch and the other above your head on the arm rest, staring at the ceiling, looking bored as hell to be honest.

Schedules finally ended and you told the boys you were gonna go to sleep and yet here you are, a few hours later, not sleeping. It was only thirty after midnight but you knew you had to go to sleep or you won't be a happy camper tomorrow.

Oh, why are on the uncomfortable couch instead of your room? You didn't want your tossing and turning to disturb Felix, he'd already been woken up by them, groggily asking with his deep, sleep riddled voice if you are okay and you just answered a simple 'yeah' as you got up, escaping to go to the bathroom but instead escaping to the living room so he wasn't disturbed anymore.

One of the reasons you couldn't sleep was too much on your mind, current choreography, places your going tomorrow, what you're doing tomorrow, everything. The other was an anxious gnawing feeling when you went to tease Felix before bed and he pushed you away. Did you say or do something wrong? When he pushed your hand away from his waistband and hip it felt like a small pang in your heart, he rejected your touch and for someone as affectionate as Felix, it's a little worrying.

A light door creak snapped you out of your daze at the dark ceiling and you look up, listening to the footsteps, trying to gauge wether or not it was one of the boys going to the bathroom or coming out to go to the kitchen.

In the darkness you see a slight silhouette walk over to you and when it comes closer you see it's Felix. "Lix, what's wrong?" You sat up, hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his thighs as he stands in front of you but they drop back down, remembering the last time you tired to touch him.

He stays quiet, fidgeting in his spot between your knees. "Lixie? What's wrong, jagi?" Your hands fidget before moving up, hesitantly placing themselves on his thighs as you continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. Your thumb rubs small circles into the material of your larger shirt he's wearing, it's big on him but barely makes it past his hips so the hem is at his upper thigh.

Without answering, he steps forward, placing his hands on your shoulders before lifting his legs to straddle you. You scoot back a bit, a little taken back by the action but at the same time welcoming it. Placing your hands on his waist you feel him relax into you, a contrast to him pushing you away earlier.

Your hand slide down his waist gently as his hands move off your shoulders and his arms wrap around your neck. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to say anything, your hands are so close but they don't move further.

He pushed you away cause he wasn't ready. He bought them secretly a while ago but just now had the courage to wear them. Under your shirt, the Loverboy underwear he wore almost burned his skin. He was comfortable but he wasn't ready for you to see him in something different than boxers and what better time than one in the morning, in the dark, by themselves.

You ask him what's wrong again and he still doesn't have the guts to say anything so he moves in a way that looks like an adjustment but almost falling off your lap which makes your hands protectively move to his hip and waist to balance him when you feel something unfamiliar under your right hand.

Felix settles himself as your eyes widen slightly and your other hand moves to his other hip before both move to his thighs. "Can I?" You ask softly and he nods before remembering that you guys are in the dark and whispering a small "Yes."

With the little amount you can see in the dark, you look down as your hands push the shirt out of the way to uncover his lower half to see the thong, straps pulled up further than normal and you'd be a lair if you said he didn't look good in it.

"Lix...why didn't you show me sooner?" You look back up, seeing more of his features in the dark. "I honestly thought you wouldn't like them..." He said. "I didn't...mean to push you away..." Then it clicks. "You were wearing these when I was teasing you." "Yeah...I still didn't feel comfortable at that time so I pushed you way. I should've just told you then."

He still has some sleep in his voice but honestly that made his accent more adorable as his words slurred slightly. "Lix..." You mumble softly and you see him look up, taking a hand from his bunched shirt to lift it to his face and cup his cheek, feeling him lean into it. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, darling. I didn't mean to." Your own accent seemed to relax him as he leaned his forehead onto yours. "I think you look even more sexy, to be honest. It looks so good on you."

You lean back to capture his lips with yours, immediately pulling him closer by his thigh when you moved your hand and gently tilting your head to the right to deepen the kiss, his body relaxing instantly.

Your hand tails back under the shirt, fingers sliding under the material of the waistband and gripping his hips to pull him impossibly closer. You went to tease his bottom lip when he suddenly pulled back, hiding his face in your neck with a whine. "Lixie?" "I'm too tired." He mumbles simply which confuses you until he wiggles in his spot and his semi met your crotch and you huff a light laugh. "Aw, starlight, it's okay." You encourage him, guiding his hips to have him grind into you. "W-wait-" His words contradict his actions as he moves on his own while you kiss his neck.

"Can I take care of you?" Felix whines before nodding his head against your shoulder. You move to lay him on the couch and hover over him. You slide his shirt up, hooking a finger into the front of the underwear and sliding to the hip to snap the band slightly, Felix jolting slightly as you look back up to his eyes.

You lean down, giving him a quick kiss which has him trailing after you and you smile. "You're so pretty, Starlight."

I'm sorry if this is bad. I only had one part thought of so I built this off of a small light thought I had.

Haven't decided if I wanted to do the others and If I did, the next one I sort of have thought out for is Hyunjin.

When you say you love me

Know I love you more [pt. 1]

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{Description} Everyone knows that Lee Felix is in love. She’s beautiful, mysterious, with a slight edge. The only problem is, he’s one of thousands, and she doesn’t even know he exists.

{Genre} fluff/smut, headcannons

{warnings} Pining (Felix is a fanboy), reader is in a popular band, smut, Felix jerks off to a photo of reader, making out, obsession, alcohol, implied sex under the influence of alcohol. Actual smut scene will occur in pt 2

• If you ask him, Felix will tell you he doesn’t remember how his obsession with the band Struck Silver started.

• The thing is, he does remember, he just wouldn’t dare let that information slip past his lips. It’s just far too embarrassing.

• In fact, he remembers it so well, it’s like it all happened yesterday.

• His mother had always kept a few magazines in the guest bathroom in case it was a lengthy trip, and once, when it was storming, the wifi was out and there was nothing better to do, Felix took one to flip through.

• Your band, Struck Silver, had started locally, and then before you knew it, you were topping the charts. At first, that’s what Felix found most interesting…

• Then he flipped the page, suddenly greeted by a group photo of all 4 band members. His gaze landed on you, posing leaned over your drum set in black leather, your hair at the time, bubblegum pink.

• Total heart eyes, instantaneously, he was head over heels for you. Not even for you, but a picture of you he found in his mother’s bathroom magazine.

• The more he stared, examined, and studied the photo, the more his 18 year old hormonal brain began to pick out little details.

• The way your leather pants hugged your thighs, how your breasts sat in your tiny little tube top, the tattoos down your arms.

• He was fascinated by your piercings, dark makeup, and those glossed lips.

• before he knew it, he was scrambling to lock his door, pants already halfway down. He practically dove back into bed, wrapping his hand around his aching erection in a lustful frenzy

• the other hand tightly gripped the magazine, his brows tightly knitted together, struggling to keep his eyes open and yet desperate to look at you.

• once he was done, he took a deep breath and glanced back at the photo, before he had an idea. He quickly tore it out, grabbed a roll of scotch tape off his desk, and taped the torn magazine page on the wall beside his bed.

• Years later, he’s grown out of his boyish antics, of course. He no longer masturbates to a magazine photo of you, he’s seen your band live a dozen times. He has filmed footage of you stored up on his phone now, and it’s so much more efficient that way.

• He loves the smirk on your face when your bandmates interact with fans on stage, or when you’re 4 songs in and covered in sweat, eyeliner smeared down your face.

• Everyone knows he’s obsessed, but Felix doesn’t like to call it obsession. No, in his eyes, this is love. Now 21, he’s been saving himself for you all these years, and hasn’t so much as thought about dating someone he knows personally. He’s down bad for you, but he loves it.

• Then, one fateful day, Struck Silver was booked locally for their 6 year anniversary tour. Felix was one of the first to buy tickets, having saved up for several months prior to get the best seats he could possibly get. But this time, his best friend, chan offered to go with him.

• As always, the show was great and you looked stunning, straight out of Felix’s wet dreams. After it was over, the two decided to go get some dinner at the local bar/grill.

• Dinner started out uneventful, just casual conversation about Chan’s thoughts on the show. He quite liked your lead singer, and brother, Tony’s voice.

• But, it was the moment the restaurant went silent that Felix’s whole life changed in a split second. You and your brother walked through the door, two security guards behind you.

• The room was so silent, all that could be heard was the top 40’s music playing over the speakers. Tony stopped, stood at the hostess station and spoke “We’re here to pick up an order under (y/l/n)”

• “Of course! You’re free to sit down and wait at the bar, it should only be a few more minutes.”

• The bar? Felix’s heart was in his throat, stomach all twisted in knots. He wondered if he should just leave, run off to the bathroom before he made a fool of himself somehow.

• But before he could make a decision, you were sitting next to him. He glanced at you out of the corner of his brown eyes and his breath hitched. You were even more beautiful up close. He could smell your perfume, sweet and sugary with a gentle musk.

• By this point, Chan was losing his shit laughing at the sight of his best friend freezing in the presence of the love of his life. He decided to mess with the poor blonde even further.

• “Felix can you believe it? There’s your lady, she’s right in front of you. Maybe we should say hi? See if she wants your number-“

• “Chan if you do this i will kick your ass-“

• “(y/n), right?” Chan leaned behind Felix to greet you after you finished signing an autograph. Your bodyguard crossed his arms, face expressionless.

• “It’s so cool to see you here, we’re big fans…my mate Felix tho, he’s a bigger fan. Just ask him about the poster on his wall”

• Felix thought he might pass away right there, until he saw you grin as if you were flattered. “Well isn’t that sweet! We’ve really enjoyed being on tour this time around, but coming home was the best part if you ask me! So many familiar faces! It’s refreshing!”

• Felix smiled, your eyes locking a moment before he cleared his throat and turned sheepishly to sip his drink.

• “Sorry about him,” Chan spoke “He’s been dreaming of this moment since he was like 13. You’re blowing it man, come on!”

• His cheeks burned, and he shot Chan a sharp glare.

• “18” Felix muttered

• “pshh” chan waved his hand “same thing”

• “Ahh i see! Well then, maybe a round will help you two loosen up a bit. It’s on me!” You chirped, giving Felix a wink.

• And so the drinking began

• Two shots down and Felix was feeling a bit more confident.

• Two more, and he had no idea where chan was. All he knew was the taste of your glossed lips in the back of the uber, heading straight for your hotel room.

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the fic: "Dom Felix-"

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble

Word Count:489

Warnings: NSFW, pwp, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, anal, crossdressing, slight nipple play, sub!Felix, dom!reader, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of praise, unprotected (STAY SAFE), ok bye.

How many times had he come? That wasn't even part of his mind in the moment, even though he could strongly feel the pain in his ass because of the continuous fucking and previous fisting plus the overstimulation in his cock. He wanted to stop and at the same time resist for one more release. He didn't know what had aroused him so damn much. Maybe it was the cute, yellow outfit he had decided to use for his owner, now covered in cum stains and its skirt hiked up above his ass to leave him exposed. Maybe it was the way his owner's cock tip pressed harshly against his prostate with each brutal thrust, making him choke on moans and gasp for air. Could also be how proud his owner had previously looked at his tear-stained cheeks, even though he was unsure wether they were from pain or pleasure. His owner's chest pressed against his back avoided any movement to fuck him mercilessly and at the same time it brought him warmth and security because of the tight hold he kept around his waist. With each thrust, wet sounds coming from the previous cum left inside his hole and skin slapping filled the room. His arms began burning out of weakness as he felt like coming once again. He held tight to the sheets, his whines growing in pitch. His brain begged him to cease all movement but his body said something completely different, the want to satisfy all his owner's needs and hearing praises coming before anything. He felt his owner's hand sneak under his sweater as the thrusts became sloppier. He slightly pinched and twirled at one of his nipples, making him gasp and shrink even further than what he had already.

His eyes shutted even harder, he held tighter on the sheets and nearly screamed when his owner snapped his hips against him a few times while cumming, his own release following right after it and staining that spot on his sweater once again. It only took a few seconds before his owner resumed his fast pace, not even close from stopping. He felt how his owner fucked his own cum out of him and it dribbled down his legs, stopping at the lace of his also stained and ruined stockings.

But that was the last thing he cared about. He was his owner's pet, and he was meant to be molded, fucked and ruined to his owner's liking. He would cum as many times as his owner pleased, even if that meant each ejaculation would feel painfully good. He was going to follow each and every order until the very end where he's covered in both's cum and left almost unable to even speak. Until he leaked a mixed smell of sweat, cum and both their colognes. Until his owner had decided he was his enough times as to praise him as his good kitten.

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 2

Word count:1,147

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, slight anal play, breath play, dirty talking, blowjob, face fucking, sub!Felix, dom!reader, male!reader, slapping, dacryphilia, cum eating, hair pulling, established relationship, caring, ok bye.

"Get undressed and kneel on the floor, keep your legs open."

"Now...?" Felix received a glare from his owner in response, waiting for his order to be done. "Ok..." Felix took off his clothes, dropping them to the floor. He kneeled, shivering slightly when his skin touched the cold floor. He opened his legs and looked up at his owner in his final position, red tinting his cheeks. "Like this...?" He asked for approval. His owner smiled, walking around him like a predator around its prey. As always, he'd stay fully dressed while the blond boy was left naked. Not that Felix minded, it actually made him feel more exposed and that somehow excited him.

"Put your hands behind you, kitten." His owner stopped behind him, taking advantage of his opened leg position and pressing the tip of his shoe against his asshole. Felix let out a small whine, his head hanging. He did as he was told, putting his hands behind his back.

The gentle atmosphere of how it all started snapped in a second when his owner held his hair roughly and yanked it hard, bending his head backwards and earning a yelp from Felix while shutting his eyes close. Felix was forced to arche his back and his hands fell on the floor, supporting his weight on their palms. He felt the pressure of the shoe tip against his hole increase and he moaned just before all pressure was removed. Felix bit his lip at the loss of pleasure, his own cock already hard by the situation. He heard the belt and zip of his owner's pants, and a few instants later, his owner pressed the tip of his cock over his lips. Felix opened his mouth enough to suck in the tip, earning a slight groan from his owner. Then, without warning, his owner pushed all the way in his mouth in a harsh thrust, making Felix gag and open his eyes wide at the sudden intrusion. He tried moving away at first, but his owner kept a tight grip on his golden locks. His throat burned and he was sure that his owner could easily see a bulge in his neck. After growing slightly accustomed, he sucked obediently, his eventual gagging adding pleasure for his owner.

His owner began rocking his hips in slow but deep thrusts while Felix kept on sucking. Felix began moving his tongue against his length, and he shut his eyes once again when his owner picked up the pace, moaning and panting. With a snap of his owner's hips, he felt the warm release and familiar flavor go down his throat and overflow his mouth. He tried swallowing all of it, some of the cum dribbling down the corners of his mouth. He felt like coughing and tried moving away once again when his owner pulled half out, but just as he intended to move his owner thrusted in once again, keeping himself steady. Felix trembled, trying his best to breath even if his owner's balls were pressed against his nose. He moaned very slightly. It burned. It burned so painfully good...

His owner smiled while looking at him, panting, still steady against his mouth before thrusting once. "...you wanted torture, right, kitten...?"

Felix began sucking once again in response, unable to move his head to pleasure his owner as much as he wished because of the tight grip in his hair. His owner, however, began thrusting once again, in a fast pace. Soon enough, his thrusts began sloppier. He gave one last, strong thrust and cummed once again in Felix's mouth. More tired than before, Felix coughed and gagged around his owner's cock, unable to swallow most of it this time. When his owner didn't pull out and once again maintained himself steady and not letting him move, Felix bit as slightly as he could. His owner did nothing, beginning with his thrusts again.

Felix felt dizzy enough when the third load of cum hit his throat, unable to make any reflex anymore. He began seeing black dots and his eyelids closed heavily. Just as he felt as losing conscious, his owner pulled out. Felix opened his eyes, panting heavily, his chest moving up and down and his lips puffy. His face had dry cum paths and fresh cum dribbling down his cheeks. He only got to catch his breath for a few moments before his owner pushed in his open mouth again. Felix jumped a bit at the immediate thrusting and moaned at his throat's stretch plus the burn in his scalp. Felix didn't know whether if he'd be able to take it all again or not, or if he'd endure as much as his owner planned to use him. His arms trembled from the position; it was getting very hard to breath. He bit down slightly harder than last time. His owner hissed and slapped his cheek, never ceasing his movements.

"D-don't bite... D-didn't you ask for it...?" His owner asked him, snapping his hips when he felt close to his release again. "Now you can take it..." His other hand traveled to Felix's throat to feel himself protruding through Felix's neck skin, enough to make him cum again while moaning his kitten's name. Felix trembled even more, tears streaming down his face unconsciously, feeling as if the cum would travel up his nose if he didn't swallow enough of it. His face began dripping cum on the floor, not able to swallow despite his attempts.

His owner pulled out and Felix sucked in air, trying desperately to regain his breath. His owner let go of his hair and hovered over his face, holding his cum and tear stained cheeks. He left a peck on his lips, not wanting to kiss him more so Felix could catch his breath freely.

"D-do you feel ok...?" His owner asked, concern in his voice. Felix could feel his owner was about to stop it all for him because of his messed-up state, but the blond felt as if he could take more after a couple minutes of rest and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"O-one s-second... P-please..." He tried his best at steading his breath.

His owner smiled at his words, the concern leaving when Felix gave him that answer. The best thing about Felix was that he knew very well his limits, and even if it felt as if they were being pushed, as long as Felix didn't ask to stop it was all ok. His owner kept holding his cheeks, staring at his kitten.

"...I'm not patient, kitten..." He said while gaining composure again. He guided his length towards Felix's mouth, still sensitive from all the previous cumming but capable of keeping on.

Felix finally opened his eyes, licking his lips at the sight of his owner's cock, still panting.

"G-go on, please..."

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Word count:741

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, anal, dirty talking, sub!Felix, dom!reader, male!reader, fisting, fingering, denial, established relationship, ok bye.

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"O-Oh shit, w-why..." Felix moaned, shutting his eyes tight when he felt his owner's index and middle fingers pushing inside him. He did his best to stay still over the kitchen counter naked on all fours, keeping the glass of water balanced on his back, trying to obey his owner's previous orders.

"Don't let it spill or else I'll punish you."

Of course, his owner knew this was almost impossible, but he found it fun to watch him struggle.

"I'll try not moving you way too much, don't worry." His owner said. Felix moaned out his name when he felt his owner's fingers twisting inside him.

"I-I d-don't think I-I'll be able to d-do it..." Felix bit his lower lip trying to suppress his slight moans.

"You'll have to if you don't wanna get punished." He pushed in another finger, keeping them all knuckle deep. One of his fingertips brushed against his prostate and Felix gasped and tensed, wishing to buck his hips backwards, feeling the glass slightly move on his back but not spilling just yet. "It's not like I'm denying you from cumming."

"H-how m-mean..." Felix lowered his head, his hips barely moving while still panting, a little smile growing on his face. He let out a small yelp when his owner striked his thigh slightly at his faint movements.

"Is it too hard to stay still?" His owner quickened the pace of his fingers, enjoying how the boy trembled and moaned. He began pushing a fourth digit inside him.

"Y-yes!" Felix answered, his whines growing in pitch at the same time his owner's fingers' moved faster in and out his hole, his middle finger pushing against his prostate each time. He felt the familiar feeling of a knot in his stomach and did his best to not arche, not move but stay still while cumming. His efforts did good, as the glass moved but didn't fall off his back. His owner raised his eyebrows surprised while he kept moving his fingers during Felix's release.

Felix almost screamed when he felt his owner's thumb push through his hole, now having his whole hand inside him. He whimpered, his eyes tightly closed and threw his neck back, the cup dangerously moving once again.

"I-it's h-hard!" Felix shouted while trembling, moaning in each pant. His owner smiled when he looked at the glass, knowing it wouldn't be there for much longer. He then held on one side of his hips, strong enough to leave some bruises for the aftermath and to push his hand further inside without moving him too much. Felix screamed, feeling the pressure against his prostate plus the burning stretch of his hole.

"A-Ah!~ P-please...!" Felix moaned loudly, bucking his hips forth and back, his body unsure if he wanted his owner's hand deeper or out. He abruptly felt his second release, the glass finally falling down, spilling the water over the counter and floor. His owner clicked his tongue.

"You just had to do one thing." He said before pushing his hand deeper inside of him, earning another scream from Felix. He then towered over him and slipped a hand underneath him, holding Felix's cock base to avoid his release.

"I-I'm sorry!!!" He kept trembling while moaning, his owner's arm still moving.

"Your apology doesn't fix it, kitten." His owner replied, increasing the pace by the minute.

"I-I w-want t-to c-cum...!" Felix whined, slighly bucking his hips to try and create even more friction between his owner's hand and his cock, but the hold was too strong.

"You do?" His owner smiled, teasing him and pushing his arm almost elbow deep. Felix screamed again, his arms folding from weakness and pressing his forehead against the counter. His moans mixed with his whimpering, the new position just adding to his pain and pleasure.

"P-please...! P-please..." He pleaded in between pants, still trying to buck his hips. He gasped and choked on moans, leaning forward, trying to move his owner's arm away when his release hit him strongly. He had cummed as soon as his owner removed his hand from his cock. He panted heavily, still whining along and trying to move away from the cause of his now burning hole. Just as he did so, his owner pulled his arm out, earning a small yelp from Felix when the thickest area passed through his rim.

"You should be glad I let you cum after breaking the only rule."

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble

Word Count:489

Warnings: NSFW, pwp, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pet-owner roleplay, anal, crossdressing, slight nipple play, sub!Felix, dom!reader, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of praise, ok bye.

How many times had he come? That wasn't even part of his mind in the moment, even though he could strongly feel the pain in his ass because of the continuous fucking and previous fisting plus the overstimulation in his cock. He wanted to stop and at the same time resist for one more release. He didn't know what had aroused him so damn much. Maybe it was the cute, yellow outfit he had decided to use for his owner, now covered in cum stains and its skirt hiked up above his ass to leave him exposed. Maybe it was the way his owner's cock tip pressed harshly against his prostate with each brutal thrust, making him choke on moans and gasp for air. Could also be how proud his owner had previously looked at his tear-stained cheeks, even though he was unsure wether they were from pain or pleasure. His owner's chest pressed against his back avoided any movement to fuck him mercilessly and at the same time it brought him warmth and security because of the tight hold he kept around his waist. With each thrust, wet sounds coming from the previous cum left inside his hole and skin slapping filled the room. His arms began burning out of weakness as he felt like coming once again. He held tight to the sheets, his whines growing in pitch. His brain begged him to cease all movement but his body said something completely different, the want to satisfy all his owner's needs and hearing praises coming before anything. He felt his owner's hand sneak under his sweater as the thrusts became sloppier. He slightly pinched and twirled at one of his nipples, making him gasp and shrink even further than what he had already.

His eyes shutted even harder, he held tighter on the sheets and nearly screamed when his owner snapped his hips against him a few times while cumming, his own release following right after it and staining that spot on his sweater once again. It only took a few seconds before his owner resumed his fast pace, not even close from stopping. He felt how his owner fucked his own cum out of him and it dribbled down his legs, stopping at the lace of his also stained and ruined stockings.

But that was the last thing he cared about. He was his owner's pet, and he was meant to be molded, fucked and ruined to his owner's liking. He would cum as many times as his owner pleased, even if that meant each ejaculation would feel painfully good. He was going to follow each and every order until the very end where he's covered in both's cum and left almost unable to even speak. Until he leaked a mixed smell of sweat, cum and both their colognes. Until his owner had decided he was his enough times as to praise him as his good kitten.

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 4

Word count:1,267

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, voyeurism?, pillow humping, slight nipple play, overstimulation, spanking, pet-owner roleplay, anal play, dirty talking, handjob, hair pulling, fingering, sub!Felix, dom!reader, male!reader, cum eating, established relationship, i'm not sure if i forgot something, ok bye.

idk why is this 1.2k long, i thought it was much shorter. Well enjoy this drabble while i finish the seongjoong smut. :D

Felix watched in silence as his owner placed a pillow in the middle of their bed while standing naked where his owner told him to, still slightly confused about what his owner had in mind. His lips were swollen and plumper than usual, and he was still panting from the make out session they previously had.

His owner walked towards him and once again pressed his lips against his, his tongue slipping into the freckled boy's mouth almost immediately after gaining access. Felix held him close by holding tight onto his hair, but it only endured a few seconds before his owner moved away, leaving Felix panting even more than before. He didn't have time to control his breath as his owner grasped his cock, beginning to stroke it. Felix moaned and thew his head back, eyes shut, his hold onto his owner's hair becoming stronger.

"Don't cum, kitten..." He faintly heard his owner's order, the strokes growing faster each second and making it difficult for him to comprehend anything in his state. He whimpered, trying to comply to what his owner said.

"D-damn it..." His legs trembled slightly, his pants becoming heavier, his moans growing in pitch as his owner quickened even more the pace, twisting his hand when reaching the head of his cock. "P-please..." He tried pleading, knowing very well his owner wouldn't feel any pity nor would he let him cum soon.

"Please what?" His owner asked. Felix could already see his owner's playful smile despite his eyes being shut tight. He felt one of his nipples being pinched and pulled. He moaned his owner's name and arched his back, trying to make the harsh pull less painful. Even though the pain, his body reacted differently. He gave a small thrust, whining, trying to reach his release. "P-please let me cum~!"

He then felt his owner's hands completely off his body and he opened his eyes, a slight whimper leaving his mouth as he stood still to obey his owner, the longed-for feeling leaving him.

"Don't worry, I'll let you..." His owner said while walking towards the bed. "Rut against the pillow."

"H-huh...?" Felix tried controlling his panting once again, his blush growing stronger and his look dumbfounded. His owner chuckled and walked over to him, holding onto his waist and resting his head over his shoulder.

"What? Can't do it...? Have I fucked you dumb so many times that you forgot how to fuck?" He mocked him. Felix shook his head in response and wrapping his arms around his owner's neck for a few seconds before his owner pulled away. "Then go do it. Fuck that pillow until you cum."

Felix hesitated for a moment before walking towards the bed. He climbed on his knees, positioning the pillow right in front of him. His cheeks burned, his head was hanging and he tried to not pay attention to his owner's stare when he bucked his hips the first time. He moaned softly, the cold fabric against his burning cock giving him some sort of relief.

"Keep moving, kitten." He heard his owner say. He shut his eyes close and grasped harder on the pillow out of embarrassment before bucking his hips against it again and again. More moans began spilling from his mouth as he bent his body forward to provide more friction against his aching cock. He jumped slightly when he felt his owner's nails graze along his spine.

"Does it feel good, kitten...?" Felix moaned out his name in response, moving his hips faster. His owner kept trailing his spine until the end, spanking one of his ass cheeks hard enough to imprint his hand on it. Felix shivered and ceased his movement momentarily. "Go on, don't you wanna cum?"

Felix whimpered when he felt the sting right after his owner spanked him again, harder than last time. He began bucking his hips once again, panting and moaning once again.

"Come on, keep it up before I decide you won't cum for the rest of the night..." His owner traveled back to his spine as Felix moved even faster, his thrusts becoming sloppier against the pillow. His moans became higher and he whined when he finally cummed, snapping his hips harshly against the soft material.

"Keep moving." His owner told him. Felix's thrust became slower for a few seconds, panting heavily. He did his best to keep on moving his hips, wanting to comply every single order his owner gave him. He was motivated to keep moving when his owner petted his hair, combing back the sticky bangs he had over his forehead due to sweat. "Good kitten... You like this, don't you? You'll lick off every single drop of cum from that pillow after you're done."

Felix whined as an answer, his hips speeding up once again from the combination of praise and embarrassment. "My shameless kitten, you'd do anything to cum. Wouldn't you?" Felix nodded slightly. He yelped and opened his eyes in surprise when his owner pulled his hair back harshly, making him arch his neck and look at his owner. "Move faster."

Felix closed his eyes once again, trying to not focus on his owner piercing's stare and the shameless way his hips were desperately rutting against the pillow despite having cummed once already. He choked on moans as he came once again, rolling his hips.

"Don't stop." He heard his owner say behind his panting before letting go of his hair and pushing two fingers into his open mouth. "Suck on them."

Felix gave small thrusts to give time to his cock to rest for a moment while he began sucking on his owner's fingers, surrounding them with his tongue. His owner petted his hair once again before pushing two fingers down his throat, making him gag and cease his movements. His owner pulled his fingers out of his mouth. "Keep moving, who told you to stop? And bend forward."

Felix bended forward while panting, now hugging the pillow with one of his arms. He gasped when he felt the same two fingers, he previously had in his mouth push past his rim, twisting a bit before staying still. He whined and moved his hips faster, trying to make his owner keep on moving his fingers. "If you want more, move faster." His owner told him.

Felix did his best to keep on moving while his owner's fingers rubbed his insides with the movement, increasing once again his pace. His third release hit him abruptly when his owner pushed his fingers in knuckle deep just as Felix bucked his hips against his hand, pressing right against his prostate. He almost screamed due to the pleasure, arching his back and staying still. His owner kept moving his fingers while his kitten rode down his release, removing them once he had calmed down.

"Lick your cum from the pillow." Felix kept still a few seconds more, eyes still closed and panting heavily right before moving back until his cum was up to his face. He obediently began licking every single drop he could pick up despite the bitter taste and the shame that came, but none of that was more important than following his owner's orders. After making sure he couldn't pick up any more cum from the pillow, he sat up straight and swallowed it, opening his mouth right after for his owner to approve. He felt his hair being combed once again in reassurance of having done everything right, and he closed his mouth and smiled.

"Such a good kitten... Don't you deserve an award?"

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 5

Word count:681

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, Hybrid au, catboy!Felix, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, male!reader, dom!reader, rut cycle, rough sex (like very rough-), anal penetration, dacryphilia, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected (DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME ;-;), ok bye.

This was actually very fun to write. :D

Felix's whole body trembled while he screamed once again, the very familiar feeling of an orgasm taking over him while his owner's hips snapped against him, making his back hit harder against the wall but he didn't bother. He laid his head back against the wall, legs locking his owner in place to not pull out while his owner came inside him too, eyes rolling back while moaning. He felt as if he would black out in any moment but he just couldn't get himself to ask his owner to stop, not in the middle of his heat when he was so desperate to feel his owner inside of him.

His owner did notice his state though, halting his actions and looking up to him from where their bodies joined. Felix whined loudly at the loss of friction.

"Kitten...?" Felix faintly heard his owner call out to him, panting heavily and eyes closed. Why had he stopped? He wanted him to keep moving, he needed it. He tried opening his mouth to protest but no sound came out, his throat just felt too sore from screaming. "Kitten? Are you still with me?" Felix moved his hips slightly, a small whine leaving his lips. His owner kissed his cheek, trying to catch the other boy's attention. "I won't be able to keep on if you don't answer me, kitten..." Felix let out a small meow, followed by a low purring. Felix cleared his throat two or three times, his eyes fluttering open.

"D-don't s-stop, p-please... d-don't stop now, owner..." He kept on rolling his hips, eyes closing shut again due to the embarrassment of his pleads, his cheeks a vibrant red, making his freckles stand out even more than they should. He never ceased his purring, caused by the pleasing feeling that clouded his mind even though his body was aching.

He let out a broken cry when his owner bucked his hips harshly, hitting his abused prostate once more. He didn't waste any time and began moving immediately, the cum inside Felix's hole dripping on the floor with each thrust. The pace was fast and brutal, his insides being destroyed, but Felix liked it that way. He held on tighter to his owner as if that would take away the feeling of breaking apart. He felt dizzy, his whole body was burning, his back hurting due to how many times was he pushed against the wall and he just kept on wanting more. His breath hitched, his moans growing in pitch as he felt like coming once again but there was no strength left to grip onto his owner. Thankfully, his owner kept a tight hold of his thighs for him to not fall. He sobbed, pressing his sweaty forehead against his owner's shoulder, tears now spilling freely from his closed eyes. He came once again, moaning his owner's name over and over, his owner cumming soon after him.

"...w-wait, n-no..." Felix weakly tried locking his legs around his owner's hips once again when he felt the slight tug his owner was beginning to give to pull out. The feeling of keeping his owner inside right after finishing mimicked the way any other hybrid would've knot him, an action that wasn't possible with his human but Felix simply wanted him and no one else. "s-stay, w-want t-to b-be bred by you..." He told him while panting, nuzzling his face against the crook of his owner's neck. The skin was covered in small bites and purple marks Felix himself had placed. His purring was louder now that there were no moans to cover it. He heard his owner chuckle slightly, placing an arm under his thighs and gently petting his hair and the white cat ears that popped out of it with his other hand, uncovering his eyes from the blond strands which had fallen over them. He had now spent many rut cycles with his pet; Felix never wanted to be with any other hybrid, and who was he to force his kitten onto someone else?

"I'm not going anywhere, kitten..."

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 6

Word count: 821

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, unprotected (don't try this at home kids), overstimulation, hair pulling, choking, anal fucking, punishment, sub!Felix, male!reader, dom!reader, rough sex, pet(kitten)-owner role-play, brief mention of degrading name (fuckdoll), established relationship, ok bye.

No I did not proofread this again I'm so sorry. Next up is ch. 4 of F&L soulmate.

Felix let out a yelp that quickly turned into a broken moan when his owner pulled his hair harshly, the gold bell hanging from the white collar on his neck ringing and his back arching, making him press his chest flat against the bed and making his ass stick out even further, feeling his owner even deeper inside him. He whimpered, hips moving by themselves when his owner wouldn't do any effort to move faster. He would take his time in pulling in and out, watching the smaller boy in front of him wither and whine.

"O-owner..." Felix said in a pleading voice, only to be ignored. He was conscious he well deserved a punishment after trying to deny his owner in a teasing game, but his remorse left him as soon as he felt his owner's cock stretch him to the hilt. His hole clenched around him in an attempt to avoid him pull out in that agonizing pace he had established. "O-owner, p-please-" He was cut out with a particular rough thrust, moaning while the grip in his hair became tighter. The pain in his scalp contrasted the pleasure coming from his prostate being pressed over and over again by the gliding of his owner's heavy cock. His own cock was dripping precum, overwhelmed with the pleasure which was not quite enough to cum just yet. It was driving him crazy, and he could get what he wanted if he reached down to jerk himself off. He whimpered as he erased the idea from his mind as soon as it came, gripping tighter on the sheets, the need to be a good kitten for his owner and to obey all his orders coming before his own release.

"Will you be a good kitten for me...?" He heard his owner ask, and he nodded vigorously as much as his head would let him given the state of his hair being pulled back.

"...Y-yes, o-owner... I-I p-promise... P-please..."

His owner pulled out of him completely and Felix whined loudly, his pleading never ceasing. A loud cry left his mouth right after when his owner snapped his hips, pushing right back in and forcing him to slide forward on the matress. The brutal pace began immediately with no warning. The bell on his neck began ringing obscenely, the sound mixing with the wet squelching and Felix's loud moans and whines. His owner let go of his hip to sneak his hand up to his neck, wrapping his fingers around his throat and squeezing enough to cut the right amount of air.

Felix's legs trembled, he kept on gasping for air and soon enough he felt his orgasm explode while moaning out loudly his owner's name, painting with cum the bed and part of his torso. His owner never ceased his actions, though, hips moving impossibly faster as his thrusts became sloppier. Felix tried inching away, the overstimulation left by his untouched orgasm being too much too bare. He quitted trashing around with a whimper when his owner tugged at his hair. He had no option but to stay still until his owner felt like he had enough of his kitten. His eyes began filling with tears, his breathing erratic as he tried to recieve enough oxygen despite the lack of it because of the tight hold right above his collar on his neck. His mouth was open, moans spilling out uncontrollably and his whole body trembled stronger than it did a few mintes ago. If he wasn't being held up in his current poisition, he would've collapsed already. His hole was burning, his scalped was stinging, his abused prostate was begging for a halt and his hands were white from the grip on the sheets.

"...D-didn't you want me to go faster, kitten...?" His owner's teasing voice reached his ears between skin slapping and the bell ringing. Felix couldn't think of a coherent answer, too fucked up in his state, only moans leaving his lips. His owner noticed this, smiling at himself. "Y-you love being my personal fuckdoll, don't you?" He said in between pants in a lower voice, hypnotized with how Felix's tight hole still pulled him in. A last snap of is hips pushed him to the egde, moaning out his kitten's name. Felix let out a high-pitched loud moan and slid once again against the bed despite the tight hold on his owner had on him. His owner kept on bucking his hips during his orgasm, slowly releasing the grip on Felix's throat to allow the boy to breath once again correctly.

Felix gasped for air immediately, his hole now beyond pain, his whining louder than before. It all hurt like hell. Damn, his vision wasn't even clear enough from all the tears and his hands didn't have any force to hold onto anything anymore. But he fucking loved it, no matter how raw and twisted could this be.

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Sub!Felix (Skz) Drabble 7

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, male!reader, dom!reader, rough sex (y'all know this already), anal penetration, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink if u squint, unprotected (DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME ;-;), established relationship, ok bye.

Word count: 727

Long time no see. I'm sorry I've been inactive with writing. TT I haven't proofread this (like always) sorry. I read somewhere abt Felix using purple lipstick and haven't got over it since then haha.

Felix yelped between whines when he was suddenly yanked by his hair and pulled by his waist, slamming his sweaty back against his owner's bare chest. He let out a high-pitched moan when his owner thrusted upwards once, arm tight around his waist to avoid any bouncing. In this position, he felt his owner's cock impossibly deeper than it already was in previous rounds. His owner once again began that same brutal pace he had since the beginning, and felt as if he'd split in two at any moment.

Felix didn't expect his owner to get so fucking horny when he saw him dressed up in white thigh high socks, matching white collar and cat ears headband. Sure, it would have an effect on him but his owner literally pounced on him to kiss him just a few seconds after coming in the room.

The cherry on top was that purple lipstick he had decided to use, now smeared all around his mouth from all the kissing and facefucking he had done earlier. In his opinion, that might've been what his owner loved the most; he had seen him many times with thigh highs and chokers, but Felix never thought of using other color palette on his lips aside from warm tones. Pink, red, peach, wine, he really had tried everything and decided to jump on a new color that night.

His owner tugged on his hair once again to lay his head against his shoulder, and he whimpered. His mouth was open in a perfect o, moans and whines spilling from it because of the strong friction provided to his prostate with every move adding to the overstimulation from cumming beforehand various times.

Felix opened his eyes for a moment, panting, eyes hooded to stare at his owner’s lips as he already anticipated a kiss. They were slightly purple too, stolen from his own lips, mixed with the reddish-pink color he normally used. As expected, his owner gave in in mere seconds and once again kissed him. It was a rude, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, full of pants, his moans and his owner's whenever he tightened around him just a little more than what he usually handled. He let his owner's tongue explore his mouth, too tired to fight for dominance, instead twirling his tongue with his owner's.

Felix trembled and ended the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths as his moans grew higher each second, feeling his release close. His owner slipped his hands from his waist to his hips, pinning him down and thrusting even harder to speed up his release. Felix shook his head many times, breaking the trail that connected his swollen lips to his owner's, moans turning to whines as his release was even closer. He pushed lightly on his owner's arm right before feeling his neck being peppered with kisses, not really relieving the overwhelming feeling but comforting him somehow.

"...one more time for me, ok...?" His owner whispered in his ear before nibbling the lobe. Felix whimpered and quit pushing, holding on tight instead. He gasped when he finally came, eyes shutting tight and arching his back away from his owner's chest, ropes of cum spurting from the slit of his cock onto his torso, painting over the previous dried come. He fell back on his owner's chest like a ragdoll, panting loudly and moaning while his owner rode him down his high.

He kept on whining when he felt his owner speeding up, rubbing more vigorously over his prostate, his previous words becoming nothing with how hard he still was. Bold of him to assume that was really the last one.

"C-can't... H-hurts..." He babbled, his grip on his owner's arms loosening from the lack of strength.

"Just one more..." He kissed him once again, trying to soothe him as he got closer to his own release, fucking in him like a toy, like a fleshlight. "Such a good kitten for your owner..." He said in between kisses, opening his eyes for a moment to see tears in his kitten's eyes, a moan of approval leaving his mouth at the praise. He smiled, licking his lips as soon as he was far enough before snapping his hips up, groaning at his release inside Felix's red, wet, gaping hole, loving the screams Felix released at the feeling.

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 8

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, catboy!Felix, male!reader, dom!reader, rough sex (nothing new in here), anal penetration, denial, plug, inflation, chains, cuffs, collars, cockring, praise kink if u squint, established relationship, idk if i forgot smth, ok bye.

Word count: 1129

I'm so sorry for that long wait, just take what I have. ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵

You and your idea of me using that short skirt for you can be reserved for another day, yeah?

Felix had used many outfits for his owner. Skirts, costumes, dresses, lingerie, it wasn't something that bothered him. In fact, he liked it, and it made him feel comfortable. Plus, the additional praising was always welcomed.

The text he sent was read. And there was no reply from his owner. He knew he had riled him up; after his owner told him he couldn't arrive home any earlier from work, that was a perfect way to lure him back. What he didn't expect was for him to arrive at his friend's house to pick him up around half an hour later without any further explanations to go to their house.

"I can't just leave like that, it's impolite..." Felix told him while buckling his belt, actions not matching with his words, soft purring in his throat at the happiness and excitement of seeing his owner again, even after a few hours.

"I'll bring you back once I'm done with you, don't worry. It'll only be an hour." His owner replied, staring at the road ahead as he began driving.

"Once you're done with me, I'll probably pass out!" Felix pouted, ears flattening against his head. His owner obviously had his full consent, but his body surely hurt like a bitch after rough fucking. It's not like he preferred it softer anyways, so it was more of an action to evade any possible punishment. Of course he knew his owner's intentions, he was sure he would've fucked him in the car if he hasn't planned something bigger. His owner chuckled lightly, eyes breaking away a moment from the road to kiss his pout away.

"Then I'll bring you tomorrow, once you wake up. I should drop you off instead, see if you make it to the main entrance with your own legs." He said, and Felix's purr became just slightly louder at the idea.

"Get on all fours, kitten." His owner instructed after he finished undressing him. They had barely closed the main door when he began undressing him. Felix was silent for a few seconds, red tinting his freckled cheeks.

"On the floor...?"

"Where else, dumb kitten?" His owner replied, taking a step back to give him space. Felix felt his blush grow twice as stronger, purring increasing. His gaze dropped to the floor in embarrassment and he did as told immediately this time. He was rewarded with soft petting over his blond hair. "Good kitten..." His owner praised him, and that made him smile, purring still loud and audible, fluffy white tail high and moving softly back and forth in a clear sign of happiness.

Just like that, his owner walked away. He left upstairs, leaving Felix confused and a bit bothered. He didn't move though, expecting his owner to come back soon. He did in fact, but he wasn't so happy with what he saw in his hand. Two pairs of chained leather handcuffs along with his collar. He didn't mind his collar, lifting his head pridefully instead to expose his neck as his owner fastened the white leather around it. He attached the matching leash to its ring before moving away. Its weight was familiar, so was the feeling. What he wasn't used to and he believed he never would be were cuffs... Felix loved physical contact, and cuffs limited his movements to even not be able to move at all. Still, he didn't move while his owner fastened them to his wrists and ankles, chains joining them all together from the side of his body and connecting to the ring on his collar right in front.

He wasn't really alerted as his owner did so, light purring still filling the air along with a sense of tranquility. When he felt the harsh smack of his owner's hand over one of his asscheeks, he flinched and gasped, body moving forward to avoid any other spank.

"Up, kitten." His owner ordered, surrounding him and pulling at his leash to bring him to walk. Felix followed him as he crawled to the stairs, trying to not trip because of the cuffs' chains. It became difficult while climbing the stairs, losing balance for a split of a second. Nothing dangerous, or else he would've asked to stop and his owner would've checked on him. Instead his owner smiled at his clumsiness, enjoying how Felix coordinated his usually delicate cat-like movements like a newborn kitten would.

Once inside the room, his owner let go of the leash, retrieving a black plug and small remote control from the bed. Felix watched attentively, ears tense, until he was out of his view behind him, tail falling over his back to make himself more accessible to his owner.

"Spread your legs." He told him, and Felix opened them as much as the chains would let him. He gasped once again when cold lube dripped on his ass crack, and moaned slightly when his owner smeared it over his rim before pushing a finger inside him, spreading the lube. He pulled it out within a few seconds and pushed the now lube-coated plug all in one go abruptly inside the small hole. Felix moaned and closed his eyes, the force moving him forward. It wasn't such a big stretch since the plug wasn't that thick, but was it long and curvy. He moved his hips greedily, trying to make the toy move with no avail.

Felix arched his back and cried out when he felt the plug expanding slowly. He began trembling as the burn from the stretch began kicking in, and his prostate became squished by the toy's sudden growing. His hips moved more desperately while he moaned, the light movement inside him making the plug knead his prostate. "P-please..." He barely whispered, but his owner paid no attention and stood back up, surrounding him.

"Sit down, kitten. Make sure that dildo stays deep inside you." His owner instructed while retrieving another item from the bed. Felix slowly moved backwards until he sat down, dildo pushing in slightly forward at the pressure and making him moan, purring at the pleasure. His owner walked back towards him and kneeled in front of him. He took his hardened cock in his hand and slipped a cock ring. Felix whined when he saw the toy, knowing his release wasn't going to be anytime soon. His owner petted his hair once again afterwards, smoothing his ears against his head and pressing a kiss against his parted lips.

"I might speed up your reward if you keep being such a good kitten..." He smiled, and Felix's purr became impossibly louder, merging with his panting while his owner petted him.

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 9

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, sub!Felix, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, male!reader, sub!Felix, dom!reader, rough sex, anal penetration, plug, dacryphilia, double penetration, pain kink, established relationship, idk if i forgot smth, ok bye.

Word count: 552

Felix gasped when his owner pressed the palm of his hand against the thick plug snugged tightly in of him, pushing it further inside.

“Dirty boy, aren’t you already filled up…?” His owner smiled, referring to the rounds they had previously done earlier that night, and the reason for Felix to use that plug; to keep him stuffed with cum.

Felix smiled, grasping his owner’s shoulders for support at the feeling of sudden movement. “Y-yes… But I want your cum again…”

His owner stared at him for a few seconds, admiring his kitten’s naked form as legs spread open for him for the fourth time this night. “If you insist…” His owner murmured while reaching out for the lube on their nightstand. He poured a generous amount over his cock, coating it and making sure there was plenty for what he was about to do. He tossed the small bottle to a side, shifting to a more comfortable position before he aligned his cock with his entrance, plug still deep inside the other boy. He pushed the tip past the rim and groaned, just at the same time as Felix let out a high-pitched moan at the sudden, wider stretch than usual. He hugged his owner’s neck tightly, pulling him closer as if that would lessen the pain. His owner didn’t move for some moments, waiting for any type of comment from his kitten as to pull out. Instead, after a few minutes, Felix wiggled slightly his hips.

His owner gripped onto his hips, nails digging into the skin as he forced himself deeper into the tight heat. Felix let out a broken cry, back arching off the bed and hands tangled in his owner’s hair, pulling and making his owner moan himself. Trembling, tears began forming in his eyes because that was one hell of a stretch. He still didn’t ask to stop. He didn’t want to stop.

His owner began moving lightly, hips rocking back and forth slowly, causing the plug to move too. With no space left and with the angle his owner kept, he could feel his squished prostate being rubbed over and over again, slowly turning half of the pain into pleasure.

Within some minutes, his owner had sped up the pace, pushing himself past the rim with each thrust, pinning his hips down onto the bed to make it easier to piston into him. Fuck, he was usually tight, this was impossibly tighter. Felix trashed slightly on the bed, moans spilling from his lips from the amount of stimulation his prostate was receiving, nails scratching at his owner’s back.

With a few more thrusts, his owner spilled his seed once again into him while moaning out his name, the same time as Felix screamed, his own release pooling over his stomach, tears running freely down his cheeks.

“I-it hurts~…!” Felix whined when his owner began his movements once again, aiming for a second round. He immediately stopped, pulling out until only the tip was left in him, kissing his tear-stained cheeks.

“Want to stop, my kitten…?” He asked, moving away from the strands of bangs stuck to Felix’s forehead by his sweat. Felix took a moment to answer, panting heavily. His cheeks flushed even more as he shook his head no; he could take another round.

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Sub!Felix (skz) Drabble 10

Sub!Felix x Dom! Male! Reader

Warnings: NSFW/minors dni, pwp, pet(kitten)-owner relationship, rough sex, mentions of dacryphilia, orgasm denial, ropes, cage, crossdressing, blowjob, nipple play, established relationship, idk if i forgot smth, ok bye.

Word count: idk again

This will have a pt2! So the next drabble is a continuation. And I did not proofread this, it's midnight here where I am.

Felix watched attentively as his owner tied his hands above him to the cage's roof bars, pulling slightly for him to tiptoe. He felt how his pink, short skirt lifted slightly with the motion, the white stockings band in better view now.

"ah... well..." Felix looked at his owner in front of him, blush prominent all over his face and fading down his exposed chest. "I already feel vulnerable..." He laughed lightly, and his owner held his waist before giving him a peck.

"That's my point." He said smiling, hands gliding up and down his waist. His hands then traveled to his nipples, pinching them softly and pulling towards him. Felix gasped and arched his back, body moving torwards the source of stimulation. He licked his lips, eyes hooded and avoiding his owner's stare.

"Have I ever told you how much do you turn me on whenever you lick your lips...?" His owner asked before twisting his nipples. Felix moaned and shook his head, smiling and looking up at him.

His owner let go of his nipples right after, rubbing the now red buds with his thumbs. He kissed his neck as one of his hands traveled south, below his skirt and holding Felix's already hard cock. Felix moaned once again at the touch, eyes finally closing. His moan grew in pitch when his owner began stroking him, squeezing slightly and speed increasing by the second. He trembled and writhed a bit, hips attempting to thrust but the movement being difficult because of his feet not touching the floor completely. His owner kissed his chest while his hand sped impossibly more around Felix's cock, twisting everytime his hand reached the sensitive tip. Felix whined his owner's name, holding tight to the rope above him keeping his hands together. He felt so close to release, the coil in his stomach about to snap; but it never did, as his owner stopped all movement and held his base tight, avoiding him to cum. Felix whined pitifully, head hanging.

"Cumming without your owner's permission...?" His owner asked, smiling at his kitten's frustration.

"P-please... L-let me c-cum..." Felix shrunk as his owner bit one of his nipples, pulling slightly before letting go.

"...I'll let you cum whenever I want to." His owner answered, kneeling in front of him. He lifted up his skirt with his free hand and licked the precum drooling from the red tip. Felix shivered, lips pressed together and trembling.

"P-please..."

"Wanna cum so bad...?" His owner asked, latching his lips to the tip and sucking slightly. Felix moaned and threw his head back, unable to cum due to the pressure around the base of his cock.

"Y-yes~!" Felix shouted, hips attempting to buck one again without avail. His owner pulled away, kissing the tip.

"Bad for you." He smiled at him before taking in his mouth his kitten's cock once again, this time making sure to hit the back of his throat. Felix moaned and whined louder, pleading to cum.

"a-ah~! P-please~!" Tears threatened to escape, eyes squeezed tightly together. His owner ignored him, sucking strongly and beginning to bob his head. Felix moaned his name and trashed around, twisting from a side to another to get rid of the useless stimulation. His owner pulled him out of his mouth, panting.

"O-owner..." Felix tried again, eyes opening just a little bit, staying still now that he had his owner's attention. "P-please let me cum..."

"I will, later... right now, I'll let go and you can't cum. If you do, no more cumming the rest of the week. Got it?" His owner told him, and Felix nodded frantically while panting, knowing he'd be rewarded for being good. His owner slowly let go, and even though he expected Felix to cum in the moment, he didn't. Only more precum dribbled down his hard cock. His owner smiled, kissing his stomach.

"Good kitten..." He stood back up and kissed his flustered cheek. Felix couldn't help but smile a bit at his owner' attention, tugging slightly at the rope with the need to hug him and keep him close. "I'll be right back." His owner announced, stepping back and out the cage before leaving the room, closing the cage before doing so. Felix only stared at the door attentively, hoping his owner wouldn't leave him tied up, hot and bothered in that cage.

Masterlist

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 2024

I'M BACK. Just like all my exes after they thought they'd find someone better than me. - Shiadiva.

First time officially participating in KINKTOBER! (Why didn't I try this sooner lmao) I've been gone for years but I saw this one post on TikTok that reminded me of KINKTOBER and I NEED TO BE IN IT THIS YEAR. I've written so much but it's all private, gonna change names and post some of it for your pleasure. 🫦✨ However, since life hates me and I don't exactly have free time, I will post weekly instead of daily, maybe with some 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bonus drabbles in between. Hope you enjoy!

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Overview Officially, this a total of 5 posts, one for every week of October. I may be updating this masterlist as we go if I add some other stuff. Most (if not all) the content is MxM, pwp, NSFW (Obviously). MINORS DNI.

Warnings are added at the beginning of every post.

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Week 1 (Oct 1 - 5)

Exhibitionism | 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 "His face turned a deeper shade of red at the amount of people who had their hands in their crotch. They looked hypnotized, staring straight at him- at his body covered in sweat and cum, flushed red down until his chest, cock still hard and legs parted wide open, trembling."

Week 2 (Oct 6 - 12)

Aquaphilia/Torture | 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖔𝖐? "He couldn't help to let out a high-pitched moan underwater, forgetting completely how to hold his breath and even breath when his release hit him. It felt just as good as choking; but maybe even riskier. His whole body felt on fire, struggling every now and then in fear to breath."

Week 3 (Oct 13 - 19)

Knife Play/Blood | 𝕽𝖆𝖌 𝕯𝖔𝖑𝖑 "He wanted to be pushed past his limits, taste death on his tongue and fear his lover. He enjoyed feeling the adrenaline through his veins every time blood spilled out of the trail the knife left. He wanted to take anything they might give him, to be broken and then be brought back in pieces just to shatter and play all over again, as if he didn't have a life of his own."

Week 4 (Oct 20 - 26)

Cheating | 𝖂𝖊𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 "He wanted to freeze time, he didn't want it to finish. Because if it did, he'd go back to being his friend. And he'd have to live with that obscene amount of jealousy he felt; jealous that he couldn't hold him at night, couldn't cuddle him, couldn't wake up beside him, couldn't touch him or make love to him whenever the fuck he pleased. He couldn't kiss those soft lips or pull his delicate body onto his lap, stroke his sides, and feel him shiver underneath his touch."

Week 5 (Oct 27 - 31)

Corruption/Age gap | 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 "He still allowed himself to fantasize though. The younger one was a mess in bed with just a few fingers inside, and his imagination went wild when it came to how he'd act with a cock stretching his hole. He would surely have to lock him up for a while to enjoy it all, position him in every single way he could imagine until he'd tear, sobbing, and pass out."

Bonuses

TBA

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Prototype, on the inside I’m always a freaky monster - 한

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