I Never Recovered From Felix Hard Thoughts.

I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.

Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.

Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI

a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)

“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.

Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.

His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.

“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.

Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.

“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.

“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”

He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.

“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.

“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.

Felix pulls you into a kiss.

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sorry dude can’t hang out I’m making up scenarios in my head. sorry no it’s gonna take up all my time.

boyfriend!ateez discovering you write smut

genre: ot8 x gn!reader, smut, crack, fake texts

c/w: explicit content - mdni, swearing, dirty jokes, pet names, dark humour

a/n: i had a different fake text queued for today, but in light of choi san the man himself discovering fanfic, this felt fitting to post 🫢 started drafting this five months ago with @sorryimananti-romantic so did we accidentally manifest it 😬

Heey can I ask for a very domestic scenerio for Taemin? Like his wife is at home with their baby (who is a boy and looks exaclty like Taemin) and then he comes home after a show, event, concert whatever and just chill together...Thank you!!

I am sorry it took me so long - here it is, hope u like it :) thank you for reading my work, really appreciate it <3

You took a concerned glance at the clock hanging on the pastel-colored wall – 11 pm.

“He should be home soon”, you muttered to yourself as you held your sweet baby boy in your arms. Life changed drastically ever since you became a mother, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You thought you’d love Taemin with all of your heart, but your little boy taught you a whole new level of love.

“Don’t you wanna go to sleep, Jongi?”

Big brown eyes looked back at you, cackling joyfully. Your baby was not only a direct replica of Taemin in regard to looks, but also personality. The little boy was cheerful most of the times, smiling widely and brightening the day of everybody around. People couldn’t get enough of this little fella, always visiting and gifting him stuff.

“You know he looks exactly like his dad?”, your mother teased. “Is there anything of you in him?”

“Well, I hope so”, you replied as you swayed him from side to side.

12 pm.

Cries filled your apartment as the little one was getting impatient.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Do you miss your daddy? He should be home any minute, Jongi.”

Sadly, that promise wasn’t enough to stop the energetic cries, so you started swaying him while walking through the big apartment. Jongi was used to falling asleep to Taemin’s voice – he always sang him to sleep. “Daddy’s gotta sing for his fans tonight, sweetie. They also need him, you know?”

More cries.

Even louder ones as if he had understood what you were saying. An idea flashed through your mind.

Quickly, you played a video of Taemin giving an acapella performance on the TV. Jongi squeaked in excitement as he recognized his dad on the screen. You placed a kiss on his head and smiled: “same, honey, same.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as his dad was filling the room with the loveliest serenades. It didn’t take you long to join him in slumber, after all motherhood was one hell of a beast.

You felt plush lips on your forehead as you slowly woke up, trying to make sense of your surroundings. “Y/N, sweetheart. I’m back.”

A big smile formed on your lips. You never doubted he would come back to you but every time he did felt magical. “Did my little boy behave?”

Taemin sat next to you and took Jongi from your arms, cuddling with him on the couch. “Your little boy was getting cranky because he couldn’t fall asleep. He needed his daddy’s concert badly.”

“Is that why you’re replaying old videos of me?”, he motioned to the TV.

“Yeah”, you nodded tired. Taemin kissed his son and whispered silently: “I am so sorry it took me so long, Jongi. I hope you didn’t give your beautiful momma a hard time, though. Because that’s my job.” He laughed diabolically.

“Hey”, you pouted.

“Come here, baby”, he invited you to lay next to him.

You crawled over to the two most important men in your life and laid your head on Taemin’s arm, sighing contentedly.

“Hey”, he whispered. You tilted your head to look up at him – you could tell that he was exhausted, yet deeply grateful. Taemin kissed you tenderly, enjoying every second with you and his son. He rubbed his nose with yours while holding your hand. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

Taemin nodded. “Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t wait to get home as soon as it was over. I missed you so much. I missed Jongi. You guys are my whole life.”

Moments like these were common for you, Taemin was very vocal about his love and appreciation. “Baby”, you whispered. He looked at you with deep compassion. “I mean it. I really, really mean it, y/n. You are everything to me.”

Moments like these made you think about creating a sibling for Jongi right this second. “I love you”, you whispered. Taemin closed his eyes with a big smile and started singing soundly – your family ritual to drift off to sleep.

Father and son moment 🫶

Son I.N totally taking his father’s love well 😁

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