#sub felix

You peeled his hoodie off slowly, revealing the smooth planes of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin from the long day. His nipples were already pebbled, and when you dragged your nails lightly over them, Felix arched with a sharp gasp.

“Fuck… sensitive tonight,” he breathed.

“Good,” you replied, leaning down to take one into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand trailed lower, palming the impressive bulge in his pants. He was fully hard now, thick and straining, the head leaking precum that soaked through the fabric. You squeezed him through the material, feeling him throb hotly against your palm.

Felix’s hands finally moved, sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. “Please… I need you. Don’t wanna think anymore. Just you.”

You kissed him then, deep and slow, tongues sliding together as you worked his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower stomach—long, veined, and flushed a deep pink at the tip. The sight made your mouth water, but tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight you wanted to take care of him, to ride him until the only thing left in his head was pleasure.

You stripped quickly, tossing your clothes aside, and climbed back over him. Felix’s eyes widened as you positioned yourself, hovering just above his aching length. Your pussy was already slick, dripping with arousal from watching him fall apart under your touch.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hands tightening on your hips. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Always.” You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock and stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the bead of precum over the head with your thumb. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a broken moan escaping his lips. His abs flexed, freckles standing out against flushed skin.

You lined him up, rubbing the swollen head through your folds, teasing your clit with it until you were both trembling. Then, with a shared breath, you sank down.

The stretch was exquisite. Felix was big—thick enough that you always felt it, every inch dragging against your walls as you took him deeper. You moaned loudly, nails digging into his chest as you bottomed out, your ass flush against his thighs. He filled you completely, pulsing hot and heavy inside you.

“Shit— so tight,” Felix whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “You feel so fucking good… always so perfect for me.”

You stayed still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, savoring the way he throbbed deep in your cunt. Then you began to move—slow, rolling grinds of your hips that made his cock drag deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Felix’s hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples as you rode him.

Your pace was deliberate, torturously slow at first. You lifted almost all the way off before sinking back down, clenching around him on the way. Every downward stroke pulled filthy, wet sounds from where you were joined, your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls.

Felix was a mess beneath you—pretty face contorted in pleasure, lips bitten red, deep moans and whimpers spilling out with every roll of your hips. “Faster… please, I— ahh— need more,” he begged, voice cracking.

But you kept the rhythm steady, leaning forward to kiss him again, swallowing his cries as your breasts pressed against his chest. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every grind, sending sparks of pleasure through you. You could feel him getting impossibly harder inside you, the veins along his cock pulsing as you squeezed him rhythmically.

“God, you’re so deep like this,” you gasped against his mouth, picking up the pace just a little. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder as you started bouncing properly, your ass jiggling with each drop onto his cock. Felix’s grip on your hips turned bruising, helping guide you, thrusting up weakly to meet you.

His eyes were glassy, fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy over and over. “Look at you… taking me so well. Fuck, I’m gonna— I’m close already.”

“Not yet,” you whispered, slowing again, torturing him with long, sensual strokes. You wanted this to last. You wanted to wring every ounce of tension from his body. One hand slid up to thread through his hair, tugging gently as you rode him harder, your walls fluttering around his thick length.

Felix let out a broken sob of pleasure, head tossing against the pillow. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his freckles glistening. His cock twitched violently inside you, and you knew he was fighting to hold back, wanting to make it good for you too.

You sat up straighter, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. Your hands braced on his chest as you rode him with purpose now—fast, wet bounces that made your tits bounce and your moans fill the room. Felix’s hands moved to your ass, spreading you open as he stared down at where you swallowed him whole.

“So fucking pretty… my perfect girl,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me just like that— yes— fuck, I love how you feel around me.”

The coil in your belly tightened fast. Every drag of his cock against your g-spot, every brush of your clit against him, pushed you closer. You reached down between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as you slammed down onto him again and again.

Felix’s moans grew louder, more desperate. His thighs trembled beneath you, balls drawing up tight as his orgasm built. “I’m— I’m gonna cum— baby, please— cum with me—”

You clenched hard around him, the pressure overwhelming, and shattered first—your pussy pulsing wildly around his cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your juices gushed out, soaking his pelvis and the sheets below.

The feeling of you cumming pushed Felix over the edge right after. With a guttural groan, he thrust up hard, burying himself as deep as possible as he came in thick, hot spurts, flooding your cunt with his release. His whole body shook, eyes rolling back, lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy.

You kept riding him through it, milking every last drop until he was whimpering from overstimulation, his cock still twitching inside your messy, cum-filled pussy.

But you weren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

You stayed seated on his cock, feeling the warm mix of your combined releases leaking out around where you were still joined. Felix’s chest heaved beneath you, his freckled skin glistening with sweat, eyes half-lidded and hazy from the intensity of his orgasm. His hands trembled on your hips, but he didn’t try to move you. Instead, his pretty lips parted in a soft, wrecked whimper as your walls fluttered around his sensitive, spent cock.

“Baby… fuck, that was— I can’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, already slipping into that sweet, submissive tone you loved so much. Even exhausted, he looked up at you with those wide, needy eyes, completely at your mercy.

You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, teasing circle, feeling him twitch and start to harden again inside your cum-slick pussy. “You’re still hard for me, Lix. Such a good boy. Think you can give me more?”

Felix nodded frantically, his bleached hair sticking to his forehead. “Yes— please. I’ll do anything. Just… use me. I’m so tired but I need you. Need to feel you riding me again. Please don’t stop.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You lifted yourself slowly, letting his cock slip almost all the way out, the obscene wet sound of cum dripping onto his thighs filling the quiet room. Then you sank back down hard, taking every inch in one smooth motion. Felix’s back arched off the bed with a broken cry, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Ahh—! Too much— it’s so sensitive… but don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop,” he begged, voice cracking beautifully. His cock was fully hard again, stretching you open, the mix of his cum and your wetness making everything slippery and filthy.

You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him properly this time—deep, powerful bounces that made your ass slap against his hips with every drop. His thick length dragged against your walls perfectly, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Felix’s moans were loud and unrestrained now, no longer caring if the other members might hear.

“God— you’re so tight, so warm… filled with my cum and still taking me like that,” he whimpered, eyes rolling back. “Please— ride me harder. I want to feel you use my cock. I’m yours, baby. All yours.”

You leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding desperately as you ground your clit against his pelvis. Your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive. Felix’s hands roamed up your back, but they were weak, submissive, simply holding on as you controlled the pace.

“Beg for it,” you whispered against his lips, slowing your movements to torturous grinds.

Felix let out a desperate sob. “Please… please fuck me. I need it so bad. My cock is aching for you— I’ll be so good. I’ll stay still and let you use me however you want. Just please let me cum inside you again. Fill me up with your pussy— I can’t think, I just need you riding me until I can’t take it anymore.”

His submissive pleas made you clench hard around him. You sat up straighter, hands planted on his abs for leverage, and began bouncing faster. The wet, squelching sounds of your cum-filled cunt swallowing his cock echoed obscenely. Felix’s eyes were glued to the sight—watching his veined shaft disappear into your dripping folds over and over, creamy white cum coating his length and dripping down to his balls.

“Look at the mess you made,” you teased, reaching down to rub your clit while you rode him. “Such a needy boy, cumming so much the first time.”

Felix’s head tossed side to side on the pillow, freckles standing out against his flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry— I couldn’t hold it. You feel too good. Please… I’m your good boy. Let me make you cum again. Use my cock, ride it harder— fuck, I’ll beg all night if you want.”

You rewarded him by slamming down particularly hard, grinding deep so his cock pressed right against your cervix. A loud moan tore from your throat as pleasure shot through you. Felix’s thighs trembled beneath you, his balls tight and heavy.

“More— please, more,” he chanted, voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers with every bounce. “Deeper— ahh fuck— I can feel you squeezing me. You’re gonna make me cum again so fast… please don’t slow down. I’m so close already, but I’ll hold it for you. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be your perfect little slut tonight.”

His words were pure filth wrapped in desperate submission, and it drove you wild. You rode him relentlessly now, ass jiggling with the force of your movements, tits bouncing freely. Sweat slicked both your bodies, making your skin slide together perfectly. You reached back with one hand, fondling his balls, rolling them gently as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Felix’s eyes widened, a guttural moan ripping from his chest. “Oh god— yes, touch me there. Please— I’m so full, so sensitive. Your hand feels so good. Don’t stop riding me. I need to fill you up again. Want my cum leaking out of you for days.”

You pinched one of his nipples, rolling it between your fingers while continuing those punishing bounces. Felix cried out, back bowing off the bed, completely lost in pleasure.

“I’m begging you— let me cum. Please, baby, I can’t hold it. Your pussy is milking me so good. It’s too wet, too hot— I’m your toy. Use me. Cum on my cock and let me fill you. Pleasepleaseplease—”

His begging turned into incoherent whimpers as you clenched around him rhythmically, your own orgasm building fast. You rubbed your clit furiously, slamming down onto him again and again, the head of his cock kissing your deepest spots with every thrust.

“Cum for me, Lix,” you commanded, voice husky. “Fill me up like the good boy you are.”

That was all it took. Felix’s whole body tensed, his pretty face contorted in ecstasy as he came hard for the second time. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into your cunt, pulse after pulse, so much that it overflowed immediately, dripping down his shaft and soaking the sheets. He wailed your name, voice completely wrecked, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of his eyes.

You followed right after, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves. Your pussy spasmed violently around his pulsing cock, gushing slick and cum around him as you kept riding through it, prolonging both your pleasure. Felix’s hands clutched at your waist, holding on desperately as he shook beneath you.

Even after his orgasm faded, you didn’t stop. You kept moving, slower now but deep and deliberate, overstimulating his sensitive cock. Felix’s whimpers turned into sobs of pleasure-pain.

“Too much— fuck, it’s too sensitive… but please don’t stop. I can take it. Keep using me. Ride my cock until you’re satisfied. I want to feel you cum again on me. Please— I’m still hard for you. Look what you do to me.”

His cock was indeed still firm inside you, though twitching wildly from the overstimulation. You leaned down, biting gently at his neck, sucking marks into his pale skin as you rolled your hips in sensual figure-eights.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” you murmured, licking the sweat from his collarbone. “My sweet, submissive Felix. Tell me how much you love being ridden like this.”

“I love it— love it so fucking much,” he gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “Love being under you, letting you take whatever you want. My cock is yours. My body is yours. Please keep fucking me. I don’t care how tired I am. I need you to drain me completely. Make me cum again— please, I’ll do anything. I’ll eat you out after if you want, clean up every drop. Just keep riding me. Harder— faster— please.”

You granted his wish, sitting up and bouncing with renewed vigor. Your hands pinned his wrists above his head, holding him down as you used his body. Felix moaned loudly at the restraint, hips jerking up weakly to meet your drops, completely submissive and pliant.

The room filled with the sounds of sex—wet slapping skin, filthy squelching from your cum-drenched pussy, and Felix’s endless stream of desperate pleas and moans.

“Fuck— right there— you’re so deep on me. I can feel everything. Please cum again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do. I’m so close again already— your pussy is ruining me. I love it. Ruin me more. Please—”

You released his wrists and sat back, changing the angle so his cock dragged perfectly against your g-spot with every movement. One hand went to your clit, the other to his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples as you rode him mercilessly.

Felix was a complete mess now—tears slipping down his temples, lips swollen and red from biting them, voice reduced to constant broken begging. “I’m gonna cum— again— please let me. I can’t hold it. You’re too good. Too perfect. Ride me— yes— just like that. I’m your good boy. Your slut. Pleaseplease— ahh fuck— cumming—!”

His third orgasm hit him like a freight train, weaker this time but no less intense. He spilled what was left of his load deep inside you, body shaking uncontrollably, pretty moans turning into hoarse cries. You clenched around him and came hard once more, soaking his cock and pelvis with your release, grinding down to ride out every last wave.

Finally, you slowed, collapsing forward onto his chest. Felix’s arms wrapped weakly around you, holding you close as you both panted, bodies slick and trembling. His cock was still buried inside you, softening slowly in the warm, messy heat of your combined cum.

“Thank you…” he whispered against your hair, voice utterly spent but full of adoration. “I needed that. Needed you. I’m yours… always.”

You kissed his sweaty forehead, smiling as he nuzzled into you, already drifting toward sleep despite the overstimulation. But you knew, if you wanted more, your sweet, submissive Felix would keep begging for it all night long.

© stlllle — 2O26

“Angel–” he manages to choke out in warning. “Can’t do that to me.” 

You tug his hair to give yourself more room on his neck. “Can’t do what?” you ask, lightly tugging again. He can feel your proud smirk as he lets out a moan. 

Two can play that game. 

He throws all his attention back onto his TV screen. The OST, his controller’s button clicks, and his ragged breathing are the only sounds in the room. He’s acting unaffected as best he can. You, on the other hand, actually seem unaffected. Multiple rounds pass, his resolve waning after each one, but you don’t move an inch the entire time. 

Honestly, he’s about to give up and resort to pleading again when one of his combos lands. 

“Fuck yes,” he hisses through his teeth, leaning forward in concentration. The shift in position created unmistakable friction, and your resulting gasp is music to his ears. 

“Felix,” you whine, unashamed in your desire now. You roll your hips on him again, purposeful and deliberate. A clear request. 

A more patient man would put you through the same torture he just went through.

He pauses the game with record-breaking speed. 

Felix pulls you down to kiss him. His lips work against yours, hoping he can convey his need. He’s rewarded with a sinful moan and a “please, please fuck me,” spilling out of your mouth between kisses. 

In a practiced maneuver, he flips you onto your back and positions himself between your thighs. “Waited fucking forever,” he groans, smiling at your giggle, before sliding into you again.

☆ note: not proofread & i haven't written smut in months so go easy on me :')

The living room is soft textures and low light, a mountain of knitted blankets and plush pillows has been constructed into a fort, the air humming with the electronic chirps of a video game. 

Han is buried in the center of the pile, wearing a shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, Minho’s or Changbin’s, most likely, slipping off one shoulder to expose the sharp line of his collarbone and his tattoo. Below the hem, his legs are bare save for a pair of boxers, his little tail twitching restlessly against the cushions. 

Beside him, Felix is curled up like a cat, drowning in a thick cable-knit sweater. Beneath the wool, the sleek, black silk of thigh-high stockings catches the light, the delicate lace biting into the soft skin of his upper thighs.

You stand in the doorway, heart swelling. "Oh my god," you coo. "Look at my boys. All comfy and cute. Are you trying to kill me with how precious you look?"

The game is abandoned easily. Han drops his controller, and Felix’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling. You walk over, leaning over the back of the couch to drape your arms around them, pulling them into a hug. "Mmm, you smell like home," you murmur, kissing the crown of Han’s head, then Felix’s temple.

"Noona," Han whines, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "You were gone for too long. We were bored. And you're always spending so much time with the others lately... it's like you forgot I'm your favorite."

"Jisungie," you tease, "You know I don't have favorites."

You press a soft kiss to Felix’s nose, then one to each of Han’s cheeks, lingering to give one a little bit. "Mommy's here now. Does that make up for it?"

You settle between them, taking your time to rearrange the space until it's perfect. You pull Han’s hips flush against your side so he’s leaning heavily into you, his head resting on your shoulder. You reach into his boxers first, your palm cupping his heat and pulling out his member. Your hand wraps tightly around the length, and you begin to jerk him off with slow tugs feeling his harden under your touch, your thumb repeatedly grazing the sensitive slit to draw out the slick beading. Han lets out a long, shaky sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the slide of your hand.

Once he’s settled into the pace, you turn your full attention to Felix, who is watching with wide, expectant eyes. You let him move from the cushions to the space between your knees. You reach out, your thumb tracing the sensitive, weeping tip of his length before you lean down to slowly lick the bead of pre away. Felix’s breath hitches, his purr turning jagged as you finally slip him into your mouth, suck him with a swirl of your tongue. While your mouth occupies the kitten, your free hand wanders, running slowly along the smooth top of his thigh-highs. 

"Such good boys," you pull away from Felix drool dripping onto his cock. "So patient for me."

Han watches with glazed eyes, but he notices the way your eyes keep darting to Felix’s legs. You reach down, hooked fingers catching the elastic band of Felix's thigh-high. You pull it an inch away from his skin, stretching the lace before letting it slap back against his thigh with a sharp, stinging crack. Felix lets out a high-pitched, surprised whine, his back arching into you, his purr turning into a broken sound.

"Mommy," Han teases, his voice dropping into a low obscene rasp. "Do they look pretty? You’re getting all wet just thinking about rubbing yourself on him, aren't you?"

You loosen your hand on Han's length, slowing to a halt. Han doesn't complain, instead, he pulls away entirely, his dark eyes fixed on your flushed face as he repositions himself. He crawls through the mess of blankets to settle firmly behind you.

Felix is lying flat on his back, you straddling one of his legs, your core pressing directly against the fabric of the stocking. Han settles behind you, straddling both of Felix's legs so you are sandwiched between them. He wraps his arms around your waist, his large palms sliding up to find your nipples, toying with them with a punishing intensity.

"You like that, don't you? Mommy?" Han whispers, his chest a solid wall of heat against your back. He begins to hump your back, his hips guiding yours to grind harder against Felix's thigh. You let out a frustrated huff, your breath hitching as the friction against your wetness sends sparks through your nerves.

Han’s hand slides down, slipping into the front of your panties. He toys with you roughly, his fingers gathering your own wetness to coat your folds before he reaches further. He begins to work you open for the kitten, his fingers stretching your entrance with a slow, agonizing deliberation.

Once he’s satisfied, he pulls your bottoms down and helps guide Felix's dick into your hole. He doesn't let you stay upright, though, he places his heavy palms on your shoulders and pushes you down until you and Felix are pressed chest-to-chest, your weight fully crushing the kitten into the pillows. Felix’s purr is a frantic, muffled vibration against your skin as he feels you swallow him whole.

Han leans over your back, his gaze fixed on the tight, exposed ring of your back door. He gathers a pool of spit in his mouth and lets it drop, the thick string of saliva landing perfectly to coat your puckered hole. He uses the slickness to begin fingering you open, his thumb tracing the muscle with a slow, agonizing pressure while he whispers filth into your ear.

"You're going to take both of us, Mommy," Han growls. "I'm going to fill you up so much you won't even remember your own name. Just two good boys filling you up."

Felix lets out a needy, high-pitched whine, his hips trying to buck up into you, desperate for more movement.

"Stay still, Lixie!" Han barks, his voice sharp and commanding. "Mommy isn't ready yet. Don't move until I say so."

Felix freezes instantly, his eyes wide and glazed, and lets out a fractured, obedient sound as he waits. Han finally slicks up his own dick with a mix of your wetness and his own pre-cum, positioning himself behind you. He pushes in slowly.

The sensation of them both is massive. You're a mess of moans, pinned between them. Han’s movements shift into a heavy rhythm. He doesn't rush, using the full weight of his body to drive into you, and because you’re pressed so tightly against Felix, every deep thrust from Han forces you to move onto Felix’s cock, creating a slow-burning, inescapable friction that stretches you to your limit.

"That's it, take it all," Han groans, his hands anchoring your hips as he hammers into you.

With every heavy strike from behind, you can feel the internal collision of their members through the thin, stretched wall. Every time Han’s dick drives deep into your asshole, it hits Felix's through the stretched partition. The sensation is lewd and overwhelming, making your vision spark as you're caught in the middle. Even Felix can’t hold back his whines.

Because you’re pressed chest-to-chest with Felix, your clit is constantly rubbing and crushing against his lower stomach and happy trail. Felix’s tip is driving deep into you, hitting against your g-spot with a relentless pressure that has you sobbing into his shoulder.

Felix isn’t much better, he can feel Han rutting into you, and the double stimulation is too much. He reaches his peak first, his body goes rigid beneath you, a harsh, muffled scream echoing into your neck as he cums inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your cunt. His sudden  climax is the final trigger for you, feeling his cums slosh around you shatter into a climax of your own, your body clamping down around both of them.

Han doesn't stop, too deep into chasing his own pleasure. Even as you and Felix are shaking and spent, he continues to thrust, overstimulating you both with a steady, punishing pace that keeps you trapped on the edge of a second peak. Felix, far too sensitive for the continued friction, begins to whine and fuss beneath you, his body twitching with every heavy strike. He kicks his legs out weakly, his purr turning into high-pitched, desperate whimpers as he tries to squirm away from the sensory overload. Han ignores the kitten's protests, his eyes fixed on the way your own eyes roll back, his breathing turning into broken hiccups until he finally hits his limit. He spills deep inside your hole, leaving him shuddering against your spine.

The room falls into a heavy silence, save for the ragged breathing and the soft, repetitive jingle of the video game music loop. You let out a long, shaky breath, as you press a lingering, grateful kiss to Felix’s sweaty forehead.

"My good boys," you whisper, your voice thick with affection as you stroke Felix's damp hair and reach back to find Han's hand.

Han nuzzles into the crook of your neck, he stays there for a moment, simply breathing you in, before his dark eyes drift down to the ruined fabric still clinging to Felix’s trembling legs. A mischievous, curious glint returns to his gaze.

"Mommy," Han murmurs, his voice a low, raspy tease. "The kitten looked so pretty in those... but I was thinking. For next time... do you want to wear the thigh-highs for us? Or... should I wear them for you?"

Bang Chan - Service Sub. He’ll do anything to keep you satisfied. will follow your orders. 100% a munch. Loves praise. Definitely starts overthinking that you’re disappointed. Verbal reassurance + warm bath + cuddles. Needs to be told over and over that he did well and that you’re proud of him. Loves lying with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

Lee Know - Bratty sub.  Loves testing your patience. Rolls his eyes mid command to get a rise out of you. Degrade him(but also praise him). Melts when you force him to say sorry and punish him<3. Acts like he doesn’t need special aftercare, but melts if you clean him up and rub his back. Likes when you quietly hold him until he relaxes.

Changbin - Needy princess. Needs 24/7 attention. Gets pouty when you don’t cater to him every waking second. Loves praise, no matter how much you praise him he always gets super shy :(. Wants every ounce of your focus after, just as much as during. Loves when you shower him in praise, cuddle him, and feed him snacks. 

Hyunjin - pillow prince. Loves your attention. Lives for long kisses. Melts when you worship his body.  Gets so, so whiny when you stop, but gets so shy when you make him beg :( <3 Needs you to kiss all over his face, pet his hair, and worship him even after the scene ends. Loves soft words and constant touch until he drifts off.

Han - “Bratty” sub. He tries to act bratty to get a rise out of you, but quickly turns into mush when you confront him about it. Goes from “make me” to moaning your name in seconds <3. Praise addict. Gets embarrassed about how needy he got, so he loves when you joke with him a little to lighten the mood. Lots of praise, forehead kisses, and cuddles.

Felix - Sweetest sub. He is such an angel. Does whatever you say without hesitation. His ears turn pink at praise(but he also likes to be degraded…!) He definitely is a crier. Oral fixation… Wrap him in blankets, cuddle chest-to-chest, and whisper soft praises until he stops crying. Likes when you rub his back or hold his hand tight so he feels safe. <3

Seungmin - bratty pup sub. Teases and mocks you. He’s so bratty until you make him repeat himself :(. Loves to be called “dumb pup/puppy” and “good boy”(when he listens). Just a little bit of pet play<3 He won’t ask for it, but he loves when you wipe him down, put clothes on him, and hold him close. He gets shy about eye contact, so he likes when you hum or talk softly while petting his hair.

He's just so worked up after a show!! The adrenaline thrumming through his veins morphs into something dirtier, something hotter, as he comes off stage. The energy of the crowd has him so jacked he's practically buzzing, a hum under his skin that he just can't seem to stop. It's addicting, but it's too much, and he needs something to bring him down to earth after the show.

Felix isn't the kind of guy you would expect to have a workplace relationship. Everyone jokes that he's the bias of all the employees, overly kind and sweet in a way that's so genuine to himself that you can't help but like him. But it's always respectful, the kind of kindness that doesn't cross the boundaries into friendship. Just a mutual respect for other people who work in the industry.

...except it's different with you. You, who's a more recent addition to the skijigi team, who Felix can't seem to keep himself away from. You're the assistant to one of the managers, and you're really only supposed to be support. The kind of person who juggles all the emails and scheduling and behind the scenes nonsense and keeps it organized, so that the managers can actually keep the boys on schedule and doing what they need to.

He notices you first because you go above and beyond. You're chatting with everyone, helping the stylists with last-minute hemming, balancing an absurd amount of coffee orders not because someone asked you to, but because you're kind. You remember names, you're always smiling, and you pick up other skijigi's slack without a second thought. Someone forgot to schedule a meeting with a producer? You already called them yesterday because you noticed they hadn't RSVPed yet and you just like to be sure. You're sending reminders directly to members like you somehow instinctively know what things they're going to forget to do. Felix caught you once refilling their water bottles while they were doing technical checks before a concert.

It's your natural control and kindness that eventually lands Felix in your little arrangement. It's after a show, the kind of show that went so incredibly well that Felix feels like he's in a whole different plane of existence. Everyone is talking around him, congratulating them for their show, complimenting them for their solo stages...but it all sounds like static. He doesn't even realize he's shaking until there's a gentle touch at his forearm, and he's blinking the haze out of his eyes to see you.

You say something, but he can't quite hear it. He's lost in the way your lips move, in the way that a trickle of sweat rolls down your neck from the humidity backstage. You have a water bottle in your hand, and he realizes after a hazy moment that you're trying to offer it to him.

He can't make out the words you're saying, but your tone sounds concerned, and he reaches to grab at your wrist, dragging you off to somewhere where he can focus, where the hum under his skin and you are the only things in the room.

You end up in an empty green room, the only things in the room a couch and a little vanity shoved in the corner. You shut the door behind the two of you and the situation flips, and suddenly you are guiding him, pressing him to sit down on the couch. The springs creak under him as he melts into it, big eyes looking up at you. He's still shaking a bit, leg starting to bounce the second he's seated.

"Felix-ssi, is everything okay?" you say, in English this time, like you know that his Korean brain gets fuzzy when he's overwhelmed without him even having to say it.

He thinks he might kiss you.

He just gives you a noncommittal hum instead, and you frown. You twist the water bottle in your hand open, and your hand comes to grip at his jaw, tilting his head back and forcing him to drink water. You normally wouldn't be this kind of bold, not with a idol who's definitely one of your bosses, but your concern and control are instinctive. If he can't pull himself together, you'll just have to do it for him.

He drinks the water you give him, a little trickle of it escaping the corner of his lips and trailing down his jaw and neck. You try not to watch the way it dips past his collarbones and under his shirt, but it's hard to not think about how pretty he looks like this, and pliable and willing under your guiding hands.

Once you're certain he's had enough to drink you let go of him and step back, capping the water bottle and placing it on the vanity. He makes a little sound in the back of his throat when you step away, a furrow pressing between his brow, but you don't comment on it. Can't comment on it, really, without making things weird. Because he sounded almost needy, like he didn't want the distance between the two of you to grow.

"Felix-ssi?"

You're in front of him again, he realizes, standing too far away from him. He reaches out and pulls you closer, face pressing into the fabric of your shirt, right at your stomach. You freeze, hands trapped at your sides, unsure what to do here without being unprofessional. You know you've probably already crossed that line - you're alone in a green room with an idol, after all - but you're holding on to that thread of sanity that you still have, trying not to do anything that Felix doesn't want.

He makes it very hard for you, though, when he nuzzles into your stomach, pressing impossibly close to you. You're stock still, trying not to do so much as to even breath as he sighs, melting into you.

"Felix-ssi, we shouldn't-"

"Tell me to stop and I will," he says, glossy eyes blinking up at you, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But..."

"But?" You prompt, unable to help yourself.

Because you're suddenly hyperaware of the bulge between his legs now that you're this close. He looks big and you can't even really see the shape of him through the baggy shorts the stylists put him in. A sick little part of you is hoping that he might just be asking you to help him out.

And he doesn't disappoint, pouty lips pleading up at you as he starts to speak again.

"I just...I want-need you. Please? I'm just so worked up right now, and everything's so loud and-"

"Shhh," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair soothingly, "I'll take care of everything for you."

"I don't want to think," he chokes out, like words are starting to get heavy on his tongue, "Just want to feel. Please?"

"Okay," you respond, light and controlled, "But I need you to think for just a moment longer, okay? Do you know the stoplight system?"

He nods.

"Words, jagi."

He shivers at the petname, which you take note of, and starts talking into the fabric of your shirt.

"Red for stop, yellow for slow, green for good." he says, a little muffled.

"Good," you hum, "Use those at any time. Now, tell me what you need."

You watch him carefully as he thinks, gnawing at his lower lip as he tries to decide. He's a little more present now that you've talked safewords, but you can already see the way his brain is starting to slip away again as he fumbles for the right words.

"Need you to eat me out. Please? I'll be so good, do whatever you wan', just-just wanna feel your mouth on me. Pretty please?"

He sounds so good begging, all glossy lips and flushed cheeks. You coo down at him, nodding.

"How could I deny you when you beg so pretty? Take your shorts off and get yourself comfortable and I'll give you what you need, okay?"

His head bobbles comically as he nods, fingers already fighting with his belt to unbuckle it. He doesn't even pull it out of the belt loops, opting to leave it tangled in as he yanks his shorts and boxers off in one go. He tosses the mass of clothes god knows where, the belt clanking as it clatters to the floor and skids off.

You're suddenly hyperaware of where you are again, and you spin around the check the door. It has a lock (thank god) that you click shut, triple-checking it before you turn back around to catch sight of Felix.

And what a sight he is. He chest is pressed to the back of the couch, head dangling off the back as he arches. His knees are spread just past hip-width, wide enough to make his ass stick out obscenely when he takes a shuddering breath. You feel yourself getting wet at just the sight of him, underwear sticky between your legs as you walk back over to him.

The first thing you do is grip at his ass, a hand on either cheek as you knead the supple flesh there. All these years of dancing has given him muscle here, and it flexes under your fingers as you spread him wide, his pink hole clenching around nothing when the cold air hits it.

You drop to your knees without a second thought, and he whimpers when he feels your hot breath fan across his backside. You blow a stream of air right on his hole to watch it flutter, huffing out a laugh at the way he whines when you do. You shouldn't tease, not when he's clearly charged like this, but you lean forward to spit on his hole anyways, grinning when his breath catches. It drips slowly down, down, down, dripping down his scrotum and onto his balls.

"Please." He whines, pitchy and needy, and you can't wait anymore.

You lean forward and lick a stripe with your tongue up, tip catching on his rim but not entering him, not yet. His hips press backwards into your mouth, needy, and you fingers dig into the meat of his ass - a warning.

"Stop thinking and stay still," you say, tone soft but commanding, "Let me do all the work. You just need to sit here and look pretty."

He tries to respond, you think, but as he opens his mouth, your tongue dips past his rim, the tip of your tongue circling carefully. The words turn into a moan instead, breathy and uncontrolled. He can feel you smile against him and press into him further, fingers spreading him wider for better access.

He melts into the couch, head hanging loosely like it's too heavy for him to hold up, the cutest little sounds falling out of his mouth. You think he's trying to beg, though for what, you're not sure. You're not even sure he's aware of the fact that he's making sounds at all, too caught up in the way that your tongue is pressing deeper, curling and searching.

His cock is heavy and leaking between his legs, already bright red and you've barely touched him. It's dripping precum onto the cushions, a little spot forming from his arousal that you're sure isn't going to come out later. Not that you care, not when you're pulling back you soak your fingers in saliva, pressing one of them into his entrance as your tongue comes to circle the rim again.

A flurry of "please" flies out of his lips as you curl your finger inside of him, searching for that spot inside of him that will make him see stars. When you do brush it he wails, clenching so tight around you that you can't help but keep pressing into it. When he finally relaxes, little whimpers still falling out of his mouth, you slip your tongue back into to join your finger, stretching him a bit wider.

You think you could probably eat him out forever, but he's just so loud, and you're sure that anyone walking by could hear exactly what the two of you are getting up to. From your position, you can't reach forward and cover his mouth either, and you're worried about the way his moans are echoing off the walls. The chaos of backstage is a lot, but not enough to drown him out.

So, much to your chagrin, you're forced to pull your mouth away, pressing an apologetic kiss to his ass when he whines at the loss. You slip your finger out carefully, though not before curling it one more time to hear him make that broken sound again when you brush his sweet spot.

You grab at his hips and manhandle him until he's seated now, facing you. He looks totally dazed, limp body bending and folding to your touches without any resistance.

You step back and strip off your own bottoms unceremoniously, aware again of the sticky arousal dripping between your legs. You move to straddle him in the couch, knees pressed into the cushions oh either side of his thighs. You press your arousal down to his without hesitation, and you both hiss when your wet arousal presses to his raging erection. His hips buck up into once, twice, and suddenly he's humping up into you.

The friction is so delicious, pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves juuuust right in a way that has your eyes rolling back and your fingers flying to his shoulders for stability. Every roll of your hips down to meet his has the fat head of his cock catching on your entrance, but everything is so wet and messy, a mix of your arousal and his pressed between you, that he never quite actually slips in.

You feel like a teenager again, head falling forward to press your foreheads together as the tingle of an oncoming orgasm courses through your veins.

Which is why you have to stop, and you have to slap a hand to his mouth to quiet down the loud, keening sound he makes when you do. His hands come to grab at your hips and try to press you back down, so fucked dumb with pleasure that he doesn't even realize you only stopped to try and guide him into your heat.

He tries to talk through your hand - to beg, to scream, to cry out and curse you for pulling away from him because he was just so close - but everything comes out garbled and quiet behind the weight of your palm.

You reach your free hand back, fingers curling around the base of his cock, and the direct touch makes him wail again, though this time it's made quieter by your hand. You tilt your hips and get his tip to your entrance, just barely letting it slip inside. You hold yourself there, thighs shaking from the effort, just the tip inside of your wet heat. His eyes roll back and you feel his tongue against your palm, like his mouth is falling open to pant like a dog but he can't, not with your hand in the way of his tongue lolling out.

"I'm going to pull my hand away and you're going to be quiet, okay?" He does respond, so you squeeze his cheeks, tone a little sharper, a little meaner.

"Hey. Listen to me. Need you to be quiet for me, Felix. Can you do that for me?"

You pull your hand back, letting him respond, and he nods, eyes finding your face.

"I can do that," he says, words slurring together in a way that makes you think he can't, "I can be good for you. I'm good, good, feels so good!"

You press forward to kiss him while you sink the rest of the way down his cock in one fell swoop. The stretch burns - he's not thick, but he makes up for it plenty in length - and you have to pant uselessly into his mouth for a second to get used to the feeling of him. True to his words, his sounds are more muted now, choked back and heady, and somehow, that's even hotter than when he was almost screaming. He's not even all there and he's still being so good for you, listening to your command like it's second nature. You pull away to study his face, loving the way he gives you a fucked-out grin when you stare for too long without saying anything.

Once you actually start rolling your hips he surges forward again, tongue tangling with yours. The kiss is all teeth and spit and tongue, barely even a kiss at all, but he doesn't seem to care as he whimpers into your mouth. You swallow every sound, greedy, wanting to be the only person who gets to hear him like that. You'll shake that thought away once your head clears, but for now, you let it control you, let it make the roll of your hips faster, the slam downwards harder.

Neither of you can last long like this, not when you're both already so worked up. You can tell he's going to come by the way his mouth starts to form into a silent scream, opening and closing uselessly but there's no sound coming out. You're not far behind, warm heat fluttering around him as you feel him twitch inside of you.

He babbles uselessly, trying to tell you that he's coming, ohmygod he's coming, and with one more harsh slam of your hips he lets go, hands in your hips using a bruising grip to hold you there as he twitches inside of you. His teeth come to sink into the juncture where your shoulder meets his neck, and the sharp pain blending into your pleasure is what sends you tipping over the edge. You slap a hand to your mouth to try and quiet the moan that tears out of your throat as you pulse around him, orgasm coating his cock and his thighs.

You're both basking there, for a moment, before you hear the buzz of your phone on the floor somewhere. He makes a wounded sound when you slide off of him to go grab it, realizing that it's a message from Chan.

From: Chan-ssi

>For future reference, PLEASE wait to go back to the hotel to take care of Felix. We could hear you from all the way down the hall.

>I kept everyone away but I won't do it again. I'm not going to judge post-show rituals but for the love of god I never want to hear that again.

>Please

pls enjoy this as I went too hard w/ describing the photoshoot/outfits... if you look at the Louis Vuitton 2026 spring/summer collection you might recognise the outfits that are mentioned.

Like always, you were early. The people you had worked with before barely bat an eye, smiling and bowing in greeting, while some of the newer faces gave you a look that was half surprised, half impressed. It was a comforting, calm yet structured vibe in the air as people started setting up their stations. The prop manager had already rolled out the eggshell colored backdrop and was currently prepping sheets of pale tulle fabric for later. The MUA and hair stylist were exchanging words about the work ahead, placing various makeup palettes and hair tools at their respective stations. The stylist was talking with the Louis Vuitton representative and unzipping garment bags, hanging up the brand's clothing. As you spotted each of them, you offered them a smile, dropping off coffee as you walked around the set. This was always the calmest moment of your day. When everyone was that special mix of excited and drowsy, going through the prep to get to the main part. It was never a pain on your end to arrive early, as it offered you a gentle start to the day. 

Once you had finished exchanging greetings and pleasantries it was time for your own preparations. Your assistant had already brought out your equipment from the car, so it didn’t take long to set up your camera and lights. All the prep that could be done without the model present was done. The model, who was late, was unbeknownst to you in a car driving slightly over the speed limit. 

Felix sighed, looking out of the window as his manager muttered under his breath about “Seoul traffic”. Luckily for the idol, Felix wasn't the one who caused the delay. He'd feel awful if it were. He had actually woken up a couple of hours before the time he was supposed to be picked up, his nerves shooting him up out of bed at a frankly unreasonable time. Sadly, his body's “effort” was in vain as traffic caused them to arrive tardy nonetheless. The manager quickly pulled into the parking lot with a maneuver that Felix genuinely doubted was safe. Felix was then hurried out of the car as his manager gave him a quick briefing about the shoot, probably for the third time since picking him up. A Louis Vuitton shoot for Vogue Korea, featuring the brand's spring collection. Simple. Nothing new, not really, but a photoshoot with a brand of such fame would easily make anyone nervous. No matter how many jobs he booked with the brand, Felix felt that every shoot, every runway… they held a certain gravitas. While his manager spoke, he was led inside the simple-looking studio. It was still early in the morning, the sun's rays starting to warm up the sky, but Felix didn’t look drowsy. He smiled warmly as he entered, pushing down his nervousness. The room wasn’t necessarily bustling with life as he entered, but when he was spotted, finally, things started picking up. The warmth on his face remained, although his smile turned apologetic. 

“I’m really sorry everyone, traffic held us back.” 

A chorus of voices simply brushed him off with words of dismissal, both out of kindness and to hurry things along. He was grateful nonetheless. Embarrassed, but grateful. Even if those words of reassurance and kind gazes calmed him a bit, he still felt a pair of scrutinizing eyes studying him. Fair, he supposed, he was late after all, but the intense look made a shiver run down his spine. He had no time to reflect on who had glared him down before he was whisked away to get his makeup started in an attempt to catch up to the schedule. 

You took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn’t the first time a model was late. It happened way too often with people a lot less famous than Felix. That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate you. It was unfortunate. He was handsome and whatever, sure, but when you work in a field such as yours where you run into beautiful people daily, that does very little to soothe one's mind. Ideally, good looks were paired with good manners, but you weren’t one to build up your expectations in vain. You had heard good things about Felix’s character - that he was easy to work with and a person who could light up even the darkest of places just by smiling. Yet his first impression left much to be desired. You sighed again and realized you were still staring at the spot he stood at, even in his absence. Something you didn’t have time for. You had work to do. With authority matching that of an army general, you gave the team instructions. The model needed to get his hair and makeup done, and then be dressed in the clothes, and you would observe every part of the process. Any newer staff who raised their eyebrows at this were quickly silenced by others. Sure, you didn’t hold the same amount of fame as the tardy idol, but within spaces that mattered, people knew not to question how you handled things. Being known to be detailed means you're allowed to be a bit picky. Comes with the job. They wouldn’t love your photos so much if you were slacking off. People quickly got to work, and your assistant ran around to help with further instructions. 

Felix sat down in the makeup chair and the MUA and hairstylist quickly got to work. His hair was pinned out of his face as they started the prepwork, cleaning and moisturizing his skin. He looked at himself in the mirror, opting not to move too much to not disrupt the process. Even if photoshoots sometimes felt a bit rushed, it was nothing near the speed of his usual schedule. Fewer people, his members included, and fewer firm deadlines. There was no one yelling at him to get up on stage, no booming speakers ringing in his ear while adrenaline pumped through his veins in preparation to face thousands of people. Simply small talk with soft-spoken staff and calm music. He could hear the pleasant tunes of some indie song being played throughout the studio, probably chosen to match the vibe of today's shoot. He hummed along in recognition, chatting away with the people pampering him as he relaxed in his seat. 

Time went by way too fast in his opinion; close to an hour had passed in what felt like minutes, and he was nearly done with his makeup when someone entered the room. Both the makeup artist and hair stylist greeted the person kindly when he entered, exchanging smiles. Felix couldn’t turn to face the person as he didn’t want to interrupt the work that was being done to him, but looked at him through the mirror. He quickly recognized the intense gaze that had made him nervous before. It wasn’t mean, and the man didn’t look angry, but it was a lot. Bordering on uncomfortable. It felt like he was being read like a book, as if he could ask the man about the color of his soul and he would know just by a simple glance. Felix was a bit caught off guard, but still smiled politely as he usually would. 

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Felix said softly, eyes crinkling from his grin. 

You looked him over in the mirror. The makeup artist had applied light foundation that kept his freckles visible, a pale pink eyeshadow, and specks of glitter. The hair was curled with blonde extensions, making him look perfectly ethereal. You hummed approvingly, his current look matching the mood board to a T, and relaxed a bit as you saw things falling into place. Looking at Felix with a kinder gaze, you finally noticed the slight twitch in his expression. He wasn’t outright uncomfortable per se, but it seemed as if you had at least startled him a bit with how you were studying him. You reminded yourself to relax. 

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m the photographer today, and I look forward to the shoot.” 

You said with a smile. 

You looked a lot softer like this, Felix thought. Without the previous intensity, he could actually look at you without feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass, and you were surprisingly attractive. Handsome. Put together from the pressed collar of your shirt down to your matching socks. 

“I heard a rumour that you’re not the biggest coffee fan, so I hope this is alright.” 

You said and placed the grape-flavoured ade in front of him. 

His eyes widened in surprise. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you! Looks yummy, that’s really sweet of you.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head in dismissal.

“No worries. I just came in to say hi, so don’t let me interrupt you all.”

You glanced over at the others. 

“Bring him out as soon as he’s dressed; let’s get things going.” 

Felix blinked slowly as that intensity reappeared on your face. It must be what you’re like at work. Maybe even all the time. Serious, yet warm. It honestly gave him a bit of whiplash, but something about it… It was charming. He definitely trusted that the pictures would turn out well; that was for sure. 

You sat on your phone going over the mood board for the twentieth time when Felix reentered the room. You genuinely had to do a double-take at his outfit. He was dressed in a dusty pink dress made out of a ruffled sheer fabric. It had a high swallow-tailed collar followed by a sheer chequered part that went down to his shoulders, cut off by ruffles that drooped down into bishop sleeves. With a white broad belt to accentuate his waist, he looked… well, simply put, jaw-droppingly beautiful. You walked up to him to observe him up close. Felix could feel his heart in his throat. Yeah, sure, he was usually nervous about these sorts of things, but the way you were appraising him made him somewhat flustered. You looked at him with stars in your eyes, like you had found your muse, your inspiration, your everything. Even in such a professional setting, it felt oddly intimate to be viewed like that. Something in him wanted your approval. Not the Louis Vuitton representative's approval or anyone else's. Just yours. 

“So… what do you think? Am I camera-ready?”

He joked weakly, praying his foundation did a good enough job of hiding how flushed he was. 

You looked him up and down with a pleased smile. Not the way one would look at someone they met at a first date, happy that they somewhat matched their photos, but rather like one would when they see a beautiful piece of art they worked hard to get their hands on. No attraction, simply appreciation. 

“You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” 

Felix shivered at the praise, returning your smile. It was almost dizzying to hear those words from you. Before, it felt a bit odd, having your eyes on him, but now… he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” 

There was something about the way he stressed the “you” that made you raise an eyebrow. Not in dismay, oddly enough. It somehow excited you in some weird way that certainly wasn’t in line with your usual professionalism. But it was barely anything, and you doubted he was playing that kind of game. Just a good person, happy to be praised. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and gestured towards the backdrop.

“Please have a seat and we’ll get started.” 

You had been right on the money when you described him as perfect before.  There was no other word that came to mind as you photographed the first outfit. He followed all instructions with ease, posing for the camera like he was born to do so. It was detailed all the way down to the point of his toes as he leaned back, legs slightly up as you shot his side profile. You couldn’t help yourself, beaming behind your camera as you praised and encouraged him. 

“Beautiful, just like that.” “Doing so well.” “Just one more for me.” 

As you said these things, you had no idea how it was affecting your model. His confidence grew from the praise, sure, but internally, he was fighting to make sure it wasn’t visible just how excited he was to hear your approval. Even with a camera separating you, he still felt hot all over just from you looking at him. It was a lot, and God help him if he popped a boner in the midst of a photoshoot. When you were done with the first outfit, he breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“Touch-ups and outfit changes everyone! Prop master, let's add the tulle and chair. Gotta keep this momentum going.”

You instructed everyone quickly. The stylist ushered Felix away to change, a welcome break. He fanned his face as he left your line of sight. The MUA gave him a questioning look and handed him his drink to cool off. He made a weak excuse about the lights being warm and sipped the ade. They shrugged and started doing touch-ups, adding some pink lip products. He had to pull himself together considering you had two more outfits to photograph. 

You on the other hand, oblivious to his internal battle, were talking excitedly with your assistant, raving about the shoot that had barely started. They nodded along to your words, agreeing that “yeah, he looked good in front of the camera”, but you, much like Felix, received a questioning glance. Somewhere around when you went into detail about his features, your assistant frowned. It isn’t odd for a photographer to praise someone's looks per se, but it was definitely odd for you to do so. 

“He's really something, I guess. But did you notice how red his face was? Remember not to make another model uncomfortable with your staring.”

They chuckled, playfully teasing you. 

You winced and nodded, cursing mentally. You didn't notice. This unfortunately tended to happen. No one had straight-up left mid photoshoot, your reputation kept them in front of the camera, but you've been told off by some managers about “scaring their clients”. Not the words you want to hear when you primarily work with people. Especially not influential people whose opinions affect your job. You had clocked his discomfort earlier in the makeup chair, but not while taking the photos… were you too distracted? Too excited about the high quality of the photos? You sighed to yourself, mentally making a note to be more observant. Well, more aware of his emotions. 

When Felix reentered, he looked just as stunning as the first time. The dress had been replaced by a top and pants. The shirt was slightly revealing, yet tasteful. A low V neckline leading down to a button that then split back up to reveal his midriff. By his hips, it swung out, giving him a doll-like hourglass shape. The white fabric of the top was covered entirely with lace appliques in various shades of beige and white. The bottoms were plain white dress pants that made his legs look impossibly long. His upper body was definitely the focus of the outfit so naturally, his neck and hands were heavily decorated with different jewelry. A ring on every other finger and his iconic silver lockit pendant made in collaboration with the man himself, paired with a simple diamond necklace. He looked… expensive. Refined. Not dressed in luxury simply to brag about one's wealth, but put together carefully. Once again, you looked him up and down. Felix smiled nervously, waiting for your judgment. Remembering your assistant's words from before, you loosened up your posture and gave him a gentler smile with less manic enthusiasm than before. 

“Absolutely stunning. Let’s start.” 

As Felix sat down, you took more pictures. He placed his hands by his collarbones, wrists crossed to show off his rings. Then he pressed his fingers on his temples, elbows out wide so you could see the necklaces. Two wonderful poses that perfectly highlighted the jewellery and his stunning features. He was working hard yet… Felix felt like something was lacking. He was doing just as well as before, better even, paying more attention to detail. You seemed pleased with him, smiling behind your camera. But that look was gone. The burning one. The one that made him feel like it was just the two of you in the room, alone as you created art. You simply observed him now. Those butterflies in his stomach settled, leaving a sour taste in his mouth that acted as a painful reminder that this was all just work. Not exciting and intimate, merely mundane. He tried to not let his disappointment show on his face, but by the tilt of your assistant's head, it was obvious. You snapped your photos, and then you were done. Whereas before he felt somewhat relieved to be freed from your capturing gaze, locking him in and gluing him to the spot, now it just felt empty. Hollow. 

Turning to the monitoring screen to look it over you hummed, squinting your eyes. Something was… missing. He looked less vibrant, somehow. The photos were just photos, not alive like before. It instantly made you anxious. Had you done it again? Was Felix uncomfortable? You had tried so hard to make sure you weren’t glaring him down this time, but perhaps you had subconsciously stared. You sighed, glancing over at Felix who was standing next to you, he too looking at the photos. Your own disappointment was mirrored in his features. 

“Let’s uh, take a small break. Everyone can get their food orders in while we rest for a bit.”

You announced to the room in an attempt to push past the solemn mood. Felix's whole body sagged in on itself. He honestly looked like a kicked puppy, small and sad. You walked up to him with a weak smile. 

“Are you okay? I’ve heard before that I can be a bit intimidating. I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way. I promise it’s just me being focused, not judging. You’re doing great.”

His eyes widened in panic as you misunderstood him, shaking his head so quickly you were scared his head might come off. 

“Oh, nonono, that’s not it at all! I’m really comfortable. You just looked… different? I- it just seemed like I had lost you a bit, or something. I really want you to like the photos, you know? You don’t have to worry about making me uncomfortable or anything. The intensity and all makes you like, trustworthy.” 

He was looking at you sheepishly, stumbling over his words. It didn’t seem forced out of politeness. Felix didn’t seem like the type to force anything to be honest, always carrying an air of genuineness with him. It helped alleviate your anxiety. 

“I’m relieved to hear that. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need a break or anything, though. I want this to be pleasant for everyone, you especially as the model.” 

Your smile felt more natural on your lips now with his reassurance. He beamed back at you, nodding. 

“Will do.” 

Both with less burdened minds, you separated. Felix to the room occupied by the MUA and hair stylist, and you to a corner with some other staff. Felix sat with the two stylists, chatting about the shoot and ordering food, yet his mind was elsewhere. It felt like his own personal mission to have your undivided attention again. Not just for his own pleasure, but to reignite that creative flow you had had earlier. Neither of you would be pleased if the photos ended up looking bad, and his company and Louis Vuitton would certainly disapprove. That wanting side of him though… It made Felix feel a bit pathetic, to be honest. He had never been this needy for someone before, especially not just for a simple glance. But now, somehow, you had made him addicted. That heat that bloomed deep in his stomach, spreading throughout his body… He needed more. Felix glanced over at his next outfit, deep in thought. He had to do something if he wanted those strange wants to be a reality. As he spaced out, studying the satin, he realized that the solution was quite simple. For the final outfit, he made a plan. 

Food eaten and legs stretched, you were ready for the final photos. It was going to be alright, and you were going to be so normal, not a burdensome photographer that glared at any hairs out of place. Chill but professional, less uptight. That was certainly what you told yourself until you saw the Louis Vuitton representative being pulled into the styling room. You immediately started praying that nothing was wrong with the clothing, itching to walk in there to do any necessary damage control. But you held yourself back, reminding yourself that for the love of God, you had to chill. Barging in wouldn’t help at all. It’d show everyone that you were a total control freak who couldn’t do a single photoshoot without nagging about some small detail. You remained in your seat, instead opting to glance over at the door every so often just to calm yourself down. A couple of painful minutes later, the representative reemerged. You stood up, not being able to hold yourself back from walking over to check that nothing was wrong. That’s when you saw Felix. Stepping out from behind the representative, he looked… Well, wrong. Technically. He wasn’t wearing what he was supposed to, at least not in the right way. The creamy white jacket was supposed to be worn with a striped jumpsuit underneath. You remember the concept photos quite well, having checked them religiously. But no, instead of what was planned he was dressed in the same pair of pants from the first outfit. No undershirt, just the puffy ruffled layers of the jacket pulled open to reveal the entirety of his torso. His hair extensions had changed as well, looking even longer now, soft curls reaching his bellybutton. It was wrong, technically, but so so right. He looked like a wet dream, all lean muscle and freckled skin. Elegant yet exposed in a way you knew only he could pull off. You felt yourself being drawn in as you looked him up and down yet again, something different in your gaze as you ate him up with your eyes. The stylist looked truly proud of themself and you couldn’t even blame them for it.

Felix felt like the cat that got the cream. You were back. Looking at him like before, scanning him, but something was different. Even if you might not have realized it yourself, there was a heat in your gaze that wasn’t there before. You savoured the sight of him instead of picking him apart. It was attraction, not just approval. It was almost more addictive, knowing he managed to affect you. The sound of your assistant clearing their throat is what snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, gaze snapping over to the representative, an unasked question in the air. 

“Felix made a suggestion, and it’s been approved. Spring and summer are warm, rebirth, fans will love it and so on and so on. Head office liked the idea so…”

They shrugged, giving you a glare that said “do you have any idea of how popular shirtless idols are on magazine covers?”. You sighed shakily and glanced over at Felix. 

“I thought it was a good idea…”

He hummed, looking coy as he batted his lashes. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the words. 

“Yeah! It uh, is. Just… different. Is your company okay with-”

You gestured to his lack of a shirt.

“-this?” 

Felix chuckled and gestured over at his manager who nodded.

“Yeah, they’re fine with it. Are you?”

He raised a brow challengingly, studying your face. You looked a bit baffled, but not necessarily in a bad way. 

“I mean, yeah, it looks good. And since it’s all approved…”

You allowed yourself another glance down his form before clearing your throat.

“Let’s do it.” 

Felix made it really difficult to be professional. As soon as he sat down in front of the camera, he leaned back, his jacket falling open to reveal more delicious skin. His eyes were trained on you through the camera lens, head tilted to the side as he stared you down. You felt your hands shake as you pressed the shutter. It made you feel like a pervert, looking at him like this with his angel-like features. As if you were tainting him, painting his form in filth for your own pleasure. He was teasing you with a glance, and little did you know, he was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Seeing your nervousness, even if it was obscured by your camera, was the treat he didn’t know he was hoping for. He expected his little plan to work, for you to see him again, but for you to lose focus…? It was quite frankly the opposite of his main goal, but tasted just as sweet. He changed his pose after a couple of shots, raising one of his arms to rest behind his head as he lowered his chin to look up into the camera. The studio lights made his eyes sparkle, reminding you of a vast dark ocean. To put things frankly, he was giving you (or well, the camera) the biggest “fuck me” eyes you had ever seen. You cleared your throat before pressing the shutter, your nervousness a sound that felt like a reward for the model. He smiled smugly and licked his lips. Some part of your brain was raving about how perfect these photos would be, that it might be some of your best work. Unfortunately, you weren’t thinking with your brain in that moment, no matter how much you wanted to. Shot after shot of pure filth delivered in a pretty package, and it just drove you more and more wild. Once you were done, you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. The people around you applauded, praising Felix’s ideas and execution while you tried to return to your body. The smile on Felix’s lips was innocent as he bowed gracefully, still the embodiment of innocence, as if he wasn’t just eyefucking you through your camera. No one seemed to have realized this fact, or used the photoshoot as an explanation for his behaviour. You certainly had a harder time finding an explanation for what just happened, finding it difficult to just brush past it. He walked over to you and bowed again in respect. 

“Thank you so so much, I’m so excited to see the results.” 

He said with a beaming smile. 

“No, thank you. You’ve been an absolute joy to work with.” 

You did your best to appear unaffected, returning his smile, albeit a little shakily. 

“I hope we can work together in the future, I’m really happy with the pictures I took today.” 

Your words were genuine even in the midst of your mental breakdown. 

“So do I.”

He said with a wink that made your body burn hot. As he walked away, it felt like you could finally breathe. The shoot was done. All that was left was exchanging pleasantries and packing up your stuff. You felt relieved somehow. Well, conflicted. It had been intense in all the best ways, but you were grateful you had the rest of the day off just so you could process everything. Were you reading into things? Had Felix just been so amazing in front of the camera that even you got pulled in by him? Or was it truly a pointed move from his part to get you nervous? Those were the thoughts Felix’s manager interrupted when he walked up to you. You had just waved goodbye to the last staff member when he cleared his throat to get your attention. 

“Hello. I apologize if this is short notice, but I have a small request.” 

You turned to face him with a raised brow, silently urging him to continue. 

“JYP want Felix to take some simple headshots while we’re here. Would that be possible? I have to go to another member's schedule right now, but a car will be ready to pick him up once you’re done. We’d be really grateful.” 

He looked stressed and not ready to accept a no, already halfway out the door. Before you could say anything, he mumbled a quick “thanks” while hurrying out to his car. You swore under your breath as your assistant walked over with a questioning look. 

“It’s just the camera and lights left. Should I…?”

They gestured to the now plain and empty set. The backdrop remained, a part of the locale, as well as your things. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. 

“You can head home. I have things left to do; I’ll pack up on my own.” 

They frowned but shrugged. You didn’t blame them for not putting up more of a fight about staying; very few people wanted unpaid overtime. You waved them off as they walked out to their car. 

The room felt so empty. It was quiet, no music, and no people. No more of that cozy vibe you had felt before. You turned around with yet another sigh, almost jumping out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Felix. Maybe you were too distracted, but he had managed to sneak up on you. Now that the photoshoot was officially over he had changed out of the branded clothes. His extensions had been taken out, and he was back in his own clothes, a simple black shirt and jeans. Felix didn’t look any less gorgeous after changing, a fact that made you even more nervous to be alone with him. 

“I guess my manager told you about the situation…?” 

He had the decency to at least look apologetic as he saw the traces of tiredness on your features. 

“He did. It’ll be quick, so you can alert the driver picking you up. I don’t wish to keep you.” 

You offered him a professional smile. You assumed he wasn’t happy about staying either, even if his motivations were different from yours.

“I’ll do that.”

He chuckled and picked up his phone to text them. You glanced over to where your camera still stood. This was going to be easy, no biggie. That’s at least what you told yourself in an attempt to calm down. Once Felix had texted his driver he glanced back up at you. 

“So…?” 

He hummed, gesturing over to the camera. 

“Ah- Yes. Just sit down and I’ll get to work.” 

Felix sat down in the chair, looking at you as he awaited further instructions. You stood behind the camera, adjusting the lighting to fully illuminate his face. You hummed to yourself and adjusted the camera settings as well before looking at him. You blinked slowly. …had those buttons always been unbuttoned? You thought his shirt was fully closed before, but apparently, your memory failed you. Two buttons opened. Odd, but not a thought you were willing to voice. You already felt like a pervert for noticing. Even as you mentally chastised yourself, you couldn’t resist letting your eyes run down that small patch of exposed skin. Everything about him teased you, tempted you into doing very inappropriate things with someone you should’ve been very professional with. You cleared your throat, something that had become a habit whenever you were in his presence, and leaned down to look at him through the camera. Felix just smiled innocently as if he hadn’t unbuttoned his shirt just now.

“Just look into the lens head on.” 

You managed to say, tongue heavy in your mouth. Felix did as instructed, facing you, but his fingers snuck under the collar of his shirt to open it further. He rubbed along his skin, stroking it casually as if it wasn’t an attempt to get you worked up. You swallowed dryly at the sight, trying to ignore the twitch of your cock as you snapped a photo. Felix could practically smell your arousal on you. It was painfully obvious by how your eyebrow twitched and your hands shook when you pressed the shutter. That same bordering on sadistic joy reawakened in him. He had you right where he wanted you, bordering on coming in your pants just from a teasing touch to his own body. It was beautiful. The devastating part though, was that you didn’t act on it. He accomplished his goal, working you up and getting your eyes focused on him, yet you didn’t move. You couldn’t. He wanted you to so bad, but you were frozen in place. He knew you might need quite a push to actually do something. That his alluring gaze might not be enough. But he wanted to try, to see how hard he could get you doing as little as possible. He sighed and let his fingers drag lower, down to the buttons remaining. His dark eyes drilled into yours as he unbuttoned the last ones, leaving his torso fully exposed. 

“Is this alright…?”

He hummed, tilting his head. You pursed your lips, eyes roaming the expanse of skin. 

“...yes.” 

You didn't have it in you to object. Playing along felt somewhat okay, watching as he did what he wanted. You didn’t egg him on. If anything, he was riling you up. That voice in your head that said he wasn’t doing anything on purpose was slowly dying as he looked you up and down. He wanted this reaction. He wanted that burning desire that was bordering on uncomfortable. Some dirty part of you wanted it to. 

You snapped another photo, mostly on instinct. Felix didn’t mind, the corners of his lips twitching as the lights flashed. His hands teased lower, dragging along the front of his pants. His eyes remained trained on yours as he played with the buckle of his belt.

“And this…?”

He asked coyly, raising a brow. Words failed you, so you just nodded. He smiled a Cheshire grin, and slowly, painfully slow, unbuckled and unzipped his pants. There was no denying the bulge in his underwear. With a gentle touch, he rubbed himself through the fabric using just his fingertips. He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes rolled back. Felix wanted to put on a show. Push you. He was exposing everything, laying himself bare for your enjoyment. You couldn’t move. Your desire froze you in place. He let out a breathy sigh and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just as slow as he'd done everything else, staring deep into your eyes. His cock plopped heavily against his toned stomach, pre smudging his skin. He was an angry red, twitching as you took him in. You could feel all your blood rushing down to your groin, pulsing beneath your skin. Felix wasn’t better off. He saw the fight in your eyes. How you wanted to do something, how desperately you wanted to reach out and touch. But also how you held yourself back, clinging to some dumb idea of professionalism. It was frustratingly hot. Even with how lightly his fingertips rubbed at the underside of his cock he felt like he was in heat. It was too much yet too little, all at the same time. 

Felix looked at you longingly, teeth digging into his lip.

“Please…”

It was barely above a whisper, whiny in the best way. 

“Help me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Felix’s eyes shone in the studio lights, bordering on wet. You saw the frustration buzzing under his skin, the longing. The entire photoshoot had been messing with him, and now he had had enough. He didn’t ask for your touch; he asked for your help. Grander than skin on skin. He needed you. Your body moved against your will. You walked slowly, your mind in a haze, until you were in front of him. Felix looked up at you as you loomed over him, casting your shadow upon him. Up close, it was even worse for both of you. You could see the flush of his cheeks. His freckles. The way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He could feel those intense eyes on him up close. How your gaze travelled across him, mapping out his skin. It made him leak against his stomach, dripping like a faucet. No words were needed as he whined, his hand reaching for yours. He grabbed it, pulling it down to where he needed you most. Your heart was in your throat as you dragged one finger along a bulging vein. Felix sighed in bliss, his body sagging against the chair. Just one light touch and he was quivering. You took a deep breath, gathering courage. You placed one hand on the backrest behind him, leaning over him, the other moving slowly down to his heat. With less nerves, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was so warm, twitching in your hand. You gave him an exploratory tug. His thighs tensed as his hips stuttered, jerking up into your touch. You hissed through your teeth at the sight, squeezing him in your palm. He was so desperate already. 

“M-more… Please?”

He gasped, his grip on your wrist tightening. Your lips pursed in hesitation.

“Are you- Are you sure? Because-” 

You took a ragged breath.

“-I really don’t want you to regret this.” 

If he stopped right then and there, that would be it. You would awkwardly separate, mumble something like “good job, goodbye,” and crawl into a hole and die. You’d sit on your lonesome, hand around your cock as you regretfully deleted all of the “headshots”. It would be over. But God, you didn’t want it to be. 

If Felix wasn’t so drunk on arousal, he would’ve laughed. 

“Is there anything I’m doing that makes you think I will?”

Even if he thought you were being silly, there was a softness in his voice. Felix felt the same way you did; if either of you wished to stop, you’d stop. But neither of you seemed keen on ending this any time soon. You shook your head and gathered yourself as best as you could. With his approval, you picked up the pace. Up and down, squeezing when you reached the tip. He shook like a leaf, trembling against the chair as moans escaped his plump lips. Felix let go of your wrist to lay his hand against your cheek, pulling you in to a deep kiss. There was no fight for dominance. He was like putty in your hands, his tongue languidly meeting yours. He only allowed himself a moment of bliss with your mouth before he pulled back. He did his best to keep his focus on you, needing to see your face. Every expression, every glance, they all needed to be imprinted into his memory. You were panting, a light sheen of sweat covering your form. You kept going faster, unable to hold back your eagerness. You wanted, needed to see him unravel. He moaned loudly, his dark voice reaching a higher tone than you thought was possible. 

“Fuck- C-close, really close-”

He cried out, nails digging into his own thighs. Felix stared deep into your eyes as he fought his body to keep his own open. 

“Can I cum? Please- please let me cum for you!”

You groaned and nodded, your grip on the chair the only thing keeping you up as your knees almost buckled. Felix was babbling so quickly you could barely make out the words, only catching his desperate “please”s and “thank you”s. His whole body trembled as his pleasure reached its high, going up and up until it had nowhere left to go. His back arched as he spilled all over himself. He pulsed in your hand as he came, his teeth clenched from the sheer force of it. He hiccuped while you stroked him through it. He looked perfectly spent, breathing ragged and skin flushed. As his pleasured moans went into overstimulated whimpers, you stopped, pulling your hand back. He smiled up at you lazily, attempting to catch his breath. 

“You… God.” 

You smiled softly, chuckling in disbelief at the situation. It all felt so surreal. You had just jerked him off after a photoshoot. In a studio. With a camera around. It was truly wild and something out of your wildest dreams. You’d call yourself blessed if it didn’t feel so uncouth in the current situation. 

Felix chuckled as well, coming back into his body. He had never felt like that. It was hot and fast, yet warm and slow. Perfect. He had never cum that hard in his life. He was about to voice that thought when his eyes left your face, fleeting down. Your bulge rested heavy between your legs, sadly forgotten in the throes of passion. He sighed wistfully and laid his hand against your hip. 

“Now it’s your turn.” 

He purred, nails dragging against the fabric of your pants. You stiffened under his touch, standing up straight. 

“You really don’t have to.” 

You mumbled almost bashfully. You had honestly forgotten it yourself, too focused on Felix. He shook his head with a reassuring smile.

“I know. But I want to.” 

He hummed. Felix let his fingers play with your belt, leaning in to rest his chin against your hip, his mouth close to your bulge. He was so close he could practically kiss it through the fabric if he wanted to. He looked up at you, his gaze somewhere between teasing and pleading. 

“Want to make you feel good. Please?” 

His finger dragged over your front making your hips twitch. You felt dizzy with want as you swallowed, nodding. His face bloomed into a pleased smile.

Felix gripped your hips and went down on his knees. He undid your pants leisurely, wanting to take his time with you. Leaning in, he breathed out against your cock, his breath hot against your skin through your boxers. He looked like a wet dream like this; on his knees, a content grin on his lips, his eyes locked on yours. He placed soft kisses against you, licking you through the fabric. Your hands shook by your sides, twitching as you shivered. Felix chuckled, his voice vibrating your bones. With a casualness you envied, he grabbed one of your hands, putting it in his hair. 

“No need to hesitate, want you.” 

He murmured, his spit soaking you. Your fingers tangled into his locks carefully just to busy your hand. Felix hooked his fingers under the waistline of your underwear and tugged them down. You groaned as you were freed, tilting your head back from the relief. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and he licked along the underside of your cock, moaning at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightened, making him melt at the slight pain. He leaned in and took the tip of you into his mouth. It was already bordering on too much. Your hips stuttered into his warmth, the sound filthy and slick. Felix’s tongue swirled around you, teasing your head slowly. It was slow and mean and perfect all at the same time. He was toying with you but also giving you the reins, staring up at you alluringly yet with obedience clear in his eyes. You tugged on his locks, gentle yet firm. His nails dug into your hips as he hollowed his cheeks, urging you to go deeper. He looked sinful with his puffy lips wrapped around you, drool running down his chin. Felix was blissed out. His head was mush, his only thoughts being you. Your taste, your smell, the weight of you on his tongue. But most of all, the way you savoured him with your eyes. He was already half hard again from just that look. If he appreciated the intensity from your photoshoot, he loved this. He felt so small beneath you, and it made him ache, deep in his bones. He took you deeper and deeper until he almost gagged around you, eyebrows raised and gathered in a way that looked truly pathetic. 

“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees. God, you’re perfect.” 

You breathed out, almost choking as he swallowed around you. Felix whined through his nose, the praise making his head swim in ecstasy. With renewed vigour, he sped up. It was filthy, all spit and gagging as he took you as deep as he could. You groaned above him, lightly thrusting into his mouth which only made him try harder. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he bobbed on your cock. The sight of him pushed you close really quickly, thighs tensing under his hands. Your blood buzzed in your ears as you drowned in pleasure. 

“C-close. So good for me, fuck-”

You stuttered out, warning him and trying to tug him back. Felix refused, not backing off. You moaned louder than you ever have, body burning as you thrust into his wet heat and came. Felix whimpered around you, keeping you at the back of his throat as you pulsed. The tears fell freely down his cheeks. You panted, the waves of your orgasm slowly ebbing out. He pulled back and swallowed, licking his lips as he caught his breath. Felix looked perfectly fucked out. His face was red, covered in tears and drool with a lazy grin on his lips. You’d feel apologetic if he didn’t look so pleased. 

You patted his head with shaky hands, his hair a mess from the grip you had on it. He leaned into your touch as it helped ground him, slowly getting out of the haze. You smiled down at him and gripped his arms to hoist him up onto the chair. He sagged against it, his limbs heavy after everything. Looking at the rest of him, his front was covered in cum and sweat. You sighed softly and focused on the task at hand. With a clearer head, you hurried over to the bathroom with a mumbled “be right back”. You grabbed some napkins and wet them with warm water, wiping yourself off and tucking your cock back into your pants. You prepared some more tissues for Felix. You would have preferred a softer towel, but you had to make do. You quickly returned and knelt in front of him. With a gentle touch, you started cleaning him up. He hissed from sensitivity as you touched the more sore parts of him, but still appeared grateful. Once he was as clean as you’d get him without a shower, you looked up at him. The awkwardness had returned to you, feeling rather flustered after your encounter. 

“Are you okay?” 

You asked hesitantly. This time he actually chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I’m great. You?” 

“Me too.”

You smiled shyly. 

“I really want to work with you again.”

He hummed, blinking slowly. 

“Not just because of this-”

He gestured between the two of you.

“-but because you’re really talented. Please don’t get all awkward and refuse any future shoots with me, alright?” 

Felix actually mirrored your shyness for once. He was genuinely nervous that you might blacklist him or be too embarrassed to face him again. You took a deep breath and shook your head. 

“I won’t. I don’t think I can, you’re too perfect in front of the camera.”

You chuckled. He smiled.

The Seoul night presses against the windowpanes of Felix’s apartment. Inside, it’s warm, almost stiflingly so, thick with the scent of jasmine tea gone cold and the faint, ever-present aroma of Felix’s vanilla-sandalwood cologne that clings to everything he touches. You’re curled on his plush, gray sofa, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV playing some forgotten variety show at low volume. 

Your head rests against his shoulder, feeling the subtle tension vibrating beneath his thin cotton t-shirt. He hasn’t said much in the last half-hour, just traced idle patterns on your arm with a fingertip that trembled almost imperceptibly.

Felix. Lee Felix. Sunshine incarnate on stage, a blur of sharp angles and blinding smiles under the concert spotlights. But here, now, pressed against you in the quiet intimacy of his living room? He’s a tightly wound spring, radiating a nervous energy that’s palpable. 

You shift slightly, tilting your head to look up at him. His profile is sharp against the TV’s glow—caramel, dart towards yours for a fleeting second before skittering away, fixed resolutely on the meaningless chatter on the screen.

"Lix?" you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it seems loud in the thick silence.

He jumps, a full-body flinch that makes you feel a pang of guilt mixed with something hotter. "Huh? Yeah?" His voice cracks on the last syllable, high-pitched and strained. He clears his throat roughly. "Yeah, Y/N? What’s up?"

You slide your hand over his thigh, feeling the dense muscle beneath the soft fabric of his sweatpants tense instantly. "You okay? You seem… jumpy." You keep your tone light, teasing almost, but the undercurrent is undeniable. The air between you hums with unspoken want. You’ve been dating for months, stolen kisses growing deeper, hands exploring with increasing boldness beneath layers of clothing. But the final frontier remains untouched. Felix’s virginity hangs between you like a tangible thing—not a burden, exactly, but a shared secret, a threshold neither of you has dared to fully acknowledge crossing until tonight’s quiet determination settled in your chest.

He swallows hard, the sound audible. You see the rapid flutter of his pulse in the delicate hollow of his throat. "Jumpy? Me? Nah. Just… tired. Long day. Practices were brutal." His attempt at nonchalance is endearing and utterly transparent. His hand, still resting on your arm, is clammy.

You push yourself up slightly, turning to face him fully. The TV light catches the sheen of sweat forming at his temples, glistening along his hairline where the dark strands are starting to stick. His breathing is shallow and quick. "Felix," you say softly, deliberately. You cup his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated almost entirely black, swallowing the warm brown. Fear and desire war within them, raw and unmasked. "Do you trust me?"

The question seems to punch the air out of him. He lets out a shaky breath, a small, involuntary whine escaping his lips—high, needy, utterly vulnerable. "God, Y/N… of course I trust you. You know I do." He leans into your touch on his jaw, his own hand coming up to cover yours, his fingers cold despite the warmth of the room. "It’s just… I’ve never… you know…" He trails off, cheeks flushing a deep, mortified crimson that spreads down his neck.

"I know," you soothe, brushing your thumb along the sharp line of his cheekbone. "And that’s okay. It’s just me. Just us." You lean in slowly, giving him ample time to pull away, but he stays frozen, those big eyes locked on yours. Your lips brush against him, a feather-light touch at first, tasting the faint salt of his sweat and the mint toothpaste he must have used hours ago. He makes another small sound against your mouth, a muffled whimper, but his lips part instantly under yours, yielding and soft.

Kissing Felix is usually like sipping sunshine—warm and bright and energizing. Tonight, it’s different. Deeper. A slow-burning fuse igniting something primal beneath the nervous surface. His hands flutter uncertainly at your waist before finally settling, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly enough for his knuckles to whiten. You deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue tentatively along his lower lip. He gasps sharply into your mouth, a delicious little intake of breath that sends a jolt straight to your core. His own tongue meets yours hesitantly, clumsy and eager at the same time, exploring the new territory with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

You pull back just enough to breathe, your forehead resting against his. His breath fans hot and fast across your face. "You taste so good," you murmur, watching the shiver run through him at your words.

"I… I don’t know what I’m doing," he whispers hoarsely, a note of panic threading through the confession. His eyes search yours desperately. "What if… what if I mess up? What if I’m bad?"

"Shhh," you soothe, tracing the shell of his ear with your fingertip, making him shudder violently. "There’s no messing up. There’s just feeling. Just following what feels good." You lean in again, kissing a hot trail down the column of his neck, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse against your lips. He lets out a choked moan this time, louder, his head falling back against the sofa cushions to give you better access.

Your hands slide beneath the hem of his t-shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin of his stomach. The muscles there contract instantly beneath your touch, rock-hard and trembling. "Can I?" you ask softly, fingers hovering at the edge of his waistband.

He nods frantically, another whimper escaping him. "Please… please touch me, Y/N." His voice is wrecked already, strained and high with need. It’s incredibly sexy—this raw vulnerability mixed with desperate want.

You push the shirt up slowly, revealing the defined planes of his abs, the sculpted chest dusted with fine dark hair. He’s breathtakingly beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth skin flushed pink with arousal and nerves. You lower your head, pressing open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone, down towards a peaked nipple. When your tongue flicks over the taut bud, he cries out—a sharp, startled sound that echoes in the quiet room. His back arches off the sofa cushion, pushing himself further into your mouth. "Fuck! Oh god… that… please…"

His hands are suddenly everywhere and nowhere—tangled in your hair, gripping your shoulder, then fluttering helplessly against your back. His hips make small, involuntary thrusts against nothing, seeking friction. You tease his nipple with your teeth gently, then soothe it with your tongue, loving the broken sounds spilling from his lips—whines and moans and breathless gasps that sound almost like sobs.

Your hand drifts lower, tracing the defined V-line leading down into his sweatpants. You can feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His whole body tenses as your fingers brush over it lightly through the material. "F-Fuck," he gasps, his hips jerking upwards involuntarily. "Y/N… please… I need…"

His eyes are squeezed shut now, long dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks. His lower lip is bitten raw. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers together, pushing them down just enough to free his cock.

It springs free, thick and hard and flushed a deep crimson, curving proudly upwards towards his stomach. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. He’s big, impressively so, and incredibly beautiful in his arousal. He makes a sound like he’s been punched when the cool air hits him, his eyes flying open wide with shock and intense vulnerability.

"Look at you," you breathe, wrapping your hand around him slowly. The velvety heat of his skin against your palm is electric. He’s burning hot and hard as steel beneath your touch. He cries out again, a high-pitched whine that dissolves into a choked moan as you give him one slow stroke from base to tip, your thumb smearing the slickness gathered there.

"Ah! Nghh… oh god…" His hips buck helplessly into your hand. "S-So sensitive… feels… too much… but good… so good…" His words are fragmented gasps. He’s trembling violently now, every muscle in his body coiled tight as a bowstring. Sweat slicks his forehead and chest.

You lean down again, replacing your hand with your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head, tasting him, salt and musk and something uniquely Felix. The sound he makes is inhuman—a guttural cry ripped from deep inside his chest. His hands fist in your hair almost painfully as his hips lift off the sofa completely.

"Y/N! Please! Wait… I’m gonna… I can’t…" His voice is strangled with panic and overwhelming sensation.

You pull back immediately, looking up at him. His face is contorted with intense pleasure just shy of pain, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "It’s okay," you soothe quickly, stroking his thigh with your free hand while the other maintains a loose hold on his cock, feeling it throb violently against your palm. "Breathe, baby. Just breathe."

He gulps in air like a drowning man, chest heaving. "S-Sorry," he whimpers, looking utterly mortified but still achingly hard in your grip. "It just… felt so… intense." He closes his eyes again, a tear escaping to track down his temple into his hairline.

"No sorries," you murmur, leaning up to kiss him deeply again. He kisses back desperately now, hungrily, tasting himself faintly on your lips. His hands roam down your back, clumsy but urgent, fumbling with the clasp of your bra beneath your shirt. You help him guide it open, shrugging off your own top and bra in one fluid motion. The sudden cool air on your bare skin makes you gasp, but the heat in Felix’s gaze as he takes you in is far more potent.

His eyes are huge, dark pools of pure lust now, any remaining nervousness momentarily eclipsed by primal hunger. "Fuck… you’re so beautiful," he breathes hoarsely, his hands hovering over your breasts like they’re sacred artifacts before finally cupping them reverently. His thumbs brush over your nipples, making you arch into his touch with a low moan of your own.

The shift in atmosphere is sudden and powerful. The nervous boy is still there, you can feel the slight tremor in his hands, but something else has clicked into place: raw, untamed desire overriding fear. He pushes you back gently onto the sofa cushions, following you down so he’s hovering over you. His kiss is suddenly demanding, possessive even, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as one hand leaves your breast to trail down your stomach and slide beneath the waistband of your leggings and panties.

His touch is hesitant at first as he encounters your wetness, his fingertips exploring your folds with clumsy wonder. A low groan rumbles in his chest when he feels how slick you are for him. "So wet," he murmurs against your lips, voice thick with awe. "For me?" His finger slides lower, finding your entrance but not pushing in yet.

"Yes," you gasp as he rubs slow circles around your clit instead, making stars burst behind your eyelids. "All for you, Lix."

His experimentation grows bolder as he learns what makes you gasp and writhe beneath him. The clumsy circling becomes more focused pressure as he watches your face intently. He dips a finger inside you shallowly, encountering tight heat that makes him groan again.

"Fuck… so tight," he breathes, eyes wide with wonder as he feels your inner muscles flutter around his fingertip. He pushes deeper slowly, carefully watching your expression for any sign of discomfort. There's none—only desperate need reflected back at him.

The sight of him like this—so focused on pleasuring you, his pupils blown wide with lust and concentration—is unbearably erotic. His brow is furrowed slightly in concentration as he moves his finger inside you in a tentative come-hither motion that hits a spot deep inside that makes you cry out.

"Yes! Right there! Fuck, Felix!" You buck against his hand.

He groans at your reaction, adding a second finger slowly as you clench around him. The stretch burns deliciously. "Like that?" he asks, his voice rough and strained as he focuses intently on curling his fingers inside you just right. "You feel… fuck… you feel incredible inside."

He bends his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers continue their delicious torment inside you. The dual sensation, hot suction on your breast and those clever fingers hitting your sweet spot—is overwhelming. Pleasure coils tight in your belly like a live wire.

"Lix… I need you inside me," you gasp out when you can’t take anymore teasing. "Please… now."

He freezes for a second above you, fingers stilling inside you. The nervousness flickers back into his eyes briefly, that deer-in-headlights look, quickly overtaken by intense arousal and determination.

"Yeah?" he breathes, pulling his fingers out slowly and staring down at you with such raw need it steals your breath. "You sure? I won’t… hurt you?"

"Positive," you assure him, reaching down to guide him towards your entrance. His cock is slick with pre-cum and your own arousal now, hot and heavy against your inner thigh.

He positions himself awkwardly at first, fumbling slightly with one hand on himself while trying to support his weight on the other. You can feel the head of him pressing against you, big and blunt and demanding entrance.

"Okay?" he whispers again, looking down at where your bodies meet with intense focus.

"So okay," you murmur back.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath that shakes his entire frame. Then he pushes forward slowly, so agonizingly slowly, watching your face intently for any sign of pain.

The initial stretch is intense—he’s thick and you’re tight—but the burn quickly gives way to overwhelming fullness as he inches deeper inside you.

Felix makes a sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard, a choked sob mixed with a guttural groan of pure pleasure as he feels himself enveloped by your heat. He stops when he’s fully sheathed inside you, buried to the hilt.

"F-fuck," he stammers out on a shaky exhale. "Oh my god… Y/N… it’s… it’s so much." Sweat drips from his chin onto your chest as he trembles violently above you. "S-So tight… so hot… fuck." He drops his forehead against yours for a moment as if trying to regain control.

You can feel him inside you, every inch stretched deliciously around him, feel the frantic pulse of him buried deep within you. He feels huge and overwhelming and perfect.

"Move," you whisper against his lips. "Please move."

He whines low in his throat again, that sound of overwhelmed vulnerability mixed with desperate need, before pulling back slowly until just the head remains inside you.

The drag of him pulling out is exquisite torture. Then he pushes forward again with more confidence this time, seating himself fully inside you with a deep groan that vibrates through both of you.

"Fuck," he gasps against your neck as he begins to move—slow, deep thrusts that stroke every nerve ending inside you with relentless pressure. His rhythm is awkward at first—too shallow or too deep—but he quickly finds a steady pace that works for both of you as he learns your body.

His breathing is ragged in your ear, shallow gasps punctuated by broken whimpers and soft groans of pleasure each time he sheathes himself fully inside you.

"Feel so good," he pants against your skin between thrusts. "So fucking tight… wrapped around me… squeezing me… fuck!" His hips snap forward sharply as he says this.

He lifts himself slightly on his elbows so he can watch where you're joined, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you slickly with each slow thrust.

The vulnerability is still there, in the slight shake of his arms holding himself up, but it’s now completely fused with an intense masculine power as he moves inside you with increasing confidence.

One of his hands slides between your bodies to find your clit again, rubbing circles over it while he thrusts steadily inside you.

The dual stimulation is too much, intense pressure coiling tighter and tighter low in your belly.

"I'm close," you gasp out, unable to hold back any longer as pleasure crests inside you.

This seems to snap something inside Felix even further, a final release of any lingering nervousness replaced by pure possessive desire.

His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster, each one punching a desperate moan from both of you as he chases his own climax while helping you reach yours.

"Come for me," he demands hoarsely, breathlessly, against your lips, rubbing your clit frantically now as he pounds into you relentlessly, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours as he fucks you hard enough to make the sofa frame creak beneath you both.

His command combined with the relentless pressure inside you finally tips you over—pleasure detonating through every nerve ending in blinding white heat as you clamp down hard around him—crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Feeling your inner muscles clamp and flutter around him violently as you climax is too much for Felix to withstand any longer.

He lets out a broken cry that sounds suspiciously like a sob—burying himself deep inside you one last time—grinding against you as he comes violently inside you with sharp thrusts that shudder through both your bodies as he spills himself hotly within you, pulsing again and again as he empties himself completely into your welcoming warmth.

For long moments afterward—there’s nothing but ragged breathing filling the quiet room— punctuated only by the distant sounds of late-night Seoul filtering faintly through the windowpanes.

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