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ZAYN - Love Like This (Official Music Video)

This fic spoke to me in 57 different languages. I've been enlightened 🤒

I will not be discussing how many times I re-read this ✋

little things | ft. felix

summary; a moment of humiliation becomes the gateway to felix’s happy ending. in more ways than one.

rating; e for explicit

pairing; lee felix x reader

author’s note; this was NOT what i planned to publish for my first felix fic (if i ever wrote even one). i would say i actually don’t even know where this came from but that would be lying. you can blame @cbini for her answers on that ask about dick sizing. my brains been fixated on this ever since lol. i also didn’t mention the color of felix’s hair because i couldn’t decide LOL. no word count because again, i wrote this in drafts like a damn maniac.

warnings; misunderstandings, insecurity, newer/budding relationship, felix has a smaller average cock (reader’s into it), borderline cock worship, handjobs, very mild degradation, hints of humiliation kink, a brief penetrative sex scene, hints of implied voice kink, spit, uhm, i think that’s all.

“oh,” you gasp, gaze zeroed in on the appendage between his thighs.

felix is quiet, uncharacteristically still, save for the minute twitching of his thighs. it’s something you likely would have missed if you weren’t staring so intently, but you catch it nonetheless. it prompts you to look up, eyes searching for the familiar honey-brown of felix’s irises. what you find makes your jaw slacken in a mixture of worry and confusion, but it’s already too late.

felix kind of wishes the couch would open up and swallow him whole. at this point, he supposes anything would be preferable to the rotten feeling of shame that bubbles up beneath his epidermis. the heat of his humiliation is searing, rendering him motionless; he thinks he very well may start crying.

“oh, felix,” you coo, taking in the petrified state of his appearance.

his eyes are wet, tears threatening to fall over his lash line. the freckles on his skin, normally golden against apricot flesh, are now tinged russet with the hue of his blush. he’s flushed from the tips of his ears to the dips of his color bones, looking like he’s going to bolt the second you give him any leeway.

“s-sorry,” he stutters, voice cracking.

the fact that his erection hasn’t flagged, not even a little, only fills him with more shame and it feels like his flush is burning him alive. he wishes he could pretend that he’s still hard solely because you’re so close, literally a hands length away, but he knows that’s not the only reason. desire and embarrassment burn white hot in his belly, spreading like wildfire along his limbs when your palms meet the skin of his thighs, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner.

“‘lix, no. there’s nothing to be sorry for!”

he shrugs, tucking his chin into his shoulder. “i know it’s small,” he whispers, but you hear it loud and clear.

your hands still, fingers wrapping around his boney knees. small? your eyes find his cock once again and you watch the way it twitches and bobs under your gaze. when you said ‘oh,’ you’d meant it adoringly; the idea of his size being inadequate had never even crossed your mind. though in hindsight, you probably should have been more intentional — more aware — about your reaction. still, there’s nothing small about his dick. felix may not be hung like a horse, but he’s pretty and pleasantly sized; there’s enough of him to fill your cunt or your mouth yet not so much that your insides will ache uncomfortably when it’s over.

“what? hey, no! no, there’s nothing small about you,” you tell him, furrowing your eyebrows. “it’s good, ‘lix, trust me. it’s so good.”

he’d tell you to quit lying, but your face shows no signs of deceit. he’d also tell you to stop staring, that it’s making him wane, but it’s not and he can’t. clearly — judging by how his dick dribbles more precum with every passing moment — his body is enjoying the attention (read: embarrassment) that comes from being on display even if his brain is screaming at him.

“good?” he parrots in question, trying not to squirm as your palm slides up his thigh again.

“mhm,” you hum, licking over your bottom lip. “you’re perfect. can i touch you? please, ‘lix?”

“fuck,” he whimpers with a nod, hips bucking when your hand finally wraps around his cock.

you hum again, committing the delicate weight and feel of it against your palm to memory. you touch him brazenly, fist a little looser than he’d like, though he makes no move to ask you to tighten it. when you do close your fist around it and still your hand, not too much more than the head peaks out and you sigh, sliding your fist upward with a twist. felix pants harshly nd his cock dribbles some more, beads of precum pooling inside the slit of his cock head and daring to run over. objectively, the sight is utterly delectable; you’re practically purring.

“gorgeous,” you croon, not letting up for a single moment as you move to straddle his thighs. “such a cute, little cock you have, felix; it’s so pretty. i want it in my mouth.”

the whine that escapes him is delicious, making wetness seep into the crotch of your panties. it’s a heady rush to hear that accent-rich baritone of his go damn near breathy — makes you wanna eat him up. you take your eyes off his cock in order to watch his face, noting how his pupils have swallowed up the iris; his eyes are nothing but bottomless pits when he gazes back.

“c-can’t — shit — can’t say things like that,” he grits, tone laden with arousal. he seems to come back to himself a little bit just then, lithe thighs flexing and hands curling around your hips to pull you even closer. “i’ll go insane.”

“no? you don’t want me to say nice things?” you tease, letting felix urge you further up his lap. inside your jeans, your panties stick to the swollen folds of your pussy, drenched with the arousal that felix’s debauched appearance drags out of you.

“i shouldn’t tell you how pretty your dick is? not how badly i want it inside my cunt? maybe even my ass?”

his jaw ticks, teeth grinding together with the desire to divest you of all layers so that he’s able to do just that. he’s a sucker for a pretty girl though, especially when said pretty girl is sat atop him, all warm and in charge with her soft, little hand wrapped around him, gripping tight and stroking him perfectly to the edge of oblivion. he thinks about telling you to stop, that he’d much rather cum inside you — in any hole you’re willing to offer him. he doesn’t get a chance to however, not when you’re leaning forward, lips brushing against his ear as you speak.

“keep looking at me,” you whisper, sultry voice sending shivers down felix’s spine.

his attention is rapt, plump lips split around the heaviness of his breath. it’s addictive — the way he looks at you — and though you know you’re not a true dominant, felix makes it very hard to not want to reduce him to a blubbering, submissive mess. instead, the movement of your fist pauses, causing felix to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent himself from whining pathetically and begging for you to continue. he’s made the right choice though, because what he gets is arguably so much better.

you’re still looking at him when your lips pucker, face angled downward just enough for felix to speculate what’s going to happen. his suspicions are confirmed when he watches you push spit past the seam of your lips, letting it drip until it meets his cock head, mixing with his precum and spilling down his shaft into the loosened circle of your fist. you don’t even bother to wipe your face when the string between his dick and your mouth snaps, sticking to your bottom lip and chin. all felix can do is push his hips forward with a deep moan, dick kicking valiantly, clueing you in on how close he is to coming.

you let your thumb circle the tip, smearing your spit around before closing your fist tightly once more. the slide is wetter when you move your arm again, pulling pleas and sanity from felix’s body with each and every tug. he’s surely leaving crescent shaped dents in your hips with his fingernails how hard his hands are gripping you, but the slight pain only makes your cunt throb.

“fuck, fuck,” he drawls, eyes dropping to watch how his length disappears and reappears within your hand. “so damn wet, fuck.”

you grin, nodding. “you’re so drippy, ‘lix,” you coo, obviously enjoying his demise, “so wet and messy.”

“i know,” he whines, voice tight. “it’s embarrassing.”

“wanna know a secret, ‘lix?”

“y-yeah, yeah, tell me. fuck, please.” you’re suddenly in his space again, face so close that he finds himself slightly distracted by the feel of your tits against his chest, even through all the layers, and the warmth of your breath against his face.

“my pussy is wetter,” you admit, wanting to see him fall over that metaphorical edge.

immediately felix’s eyes are rolling into the back of his head, lips parted to release the throatiest whine of your name that you’ve ever heard. his cock throbs in your grip, spurting two long ropes of cum before releasing a third that fountains over your hand rather than shooting into the air. you continue tugging at his shaft until he’s full body twitching against the cushions, whimpers coming out raspy.

“s-sensitive,” he hisses, tearing a hand away from your hip to wrap around your wrist instead, encouraging you to release his softening cock.

his hair is matted in some areas and in overall disarray, strands sticking in this direction and that. felix’s skin is still flushed deeply, but it’s from the flares of desire rather than the heat of shame that had held him in a chokehold at the start of this. he’s pretty; pretty when he wakes, pretty when he smiles, pretty when he comes. you feel like you’ve won lottery just because you get to look at him, let alone touch him. he’s looking at you now, red and pinks in his cheeks, mouth pursing and relaxing like he has something to say but can’t bring himself to voice it.

“what?” you laugh, ignoring the way his cum is slowly turning cool and tacky against your skin.

“can, can i—,” he pauses, bubblegum tongue snaking out to wet his lip. he’s trying his best to not let humiliation creep in again, this time because of the fact that his cock is still out on display, only now it’s flaccid and covered in his own mess.

“hm?” you encourage, a sweet smile on your lips.

“can i kiss you?”

you balk, erupting into a fit of laughter at the absurdity of the situation. felix stiffens beneath you, eyes wide as saucers and scared that he’s misread something. you notice immediately, your own eyes widening as your shake your head rapidly.

“shit! i’m sorry!” you squeak, thumping your head against his shoulder. “nothing’s wrong, lixxie, you can relax.”

the tension bleeds from his frame slowly and you rumble happily, tucking your face more comfortable into the crux of his shoulder and neck. he’s still stiff, but isn’t bowed so tight that you’re afraid he’ll hurt himself. you press a kiss to the clammy flesh of felix’s neck, reaching up with your clean hand to twirl the ends of his hand around your fingers. his skin tastes like salt and tang, smelling like the beach and a hint of spice. it’s something that’s simply him but also alluring and your clit twitches, adamantly reminding you that you’re also sitting in a pond made up of your wetness.

“i really, really like you, felix,” you tell him, picking your head up from his shoulder, “and i laughed because i’ve seen your dick, held it in my hand and even made you come,” you giggle fondly, breathing in deep. “and you — god, ‘lix, you’re so sweet — you’re asking if you can kiss me. i’ve watched you come, admitted i want you inside me, and you’re still unsure whether it’s okay to put your tongue in mouth.”

he laughs with you then, fully relaxing. “well, when you put it like that, it does seem kind of silly,” he admits, finally feeling courageous enough to try his hand at taking charge. “but i like you a lot, too, and your consent is important to me, always.”

he pauses in his speech to worry his bottom lip between his teeth as he contemplates his next few words. you’re looking at him fondly, like he’s something to be admired, like you could be in love with him — you know, when there’s been enough time, of course. it’s that look and your endless patience that give him the courage to continue.

“so yeah, i asked if i could kiss you,” he shrugs, palms sliding flat around your waist as he speaks, “but i plan to do so much more than that if you let me.”

heat balloons in your gut at his words, your walls clenching around nothing. you can only nod, desperation and want rendering you mute save for a single, pitchy whimper that leaves your throat at the prospect of what may come. you want him to kiss you, needed his lips like yesterday, but you also meant it when you said you wanted him inside. you need that pretty, perfect cock inside every single one of your holes, maybe even more than you need air.

“please,” you rasp, not caring that you’re getting his cum on his shirt and the couch when you let that hand grip at his clothing. “please.”

felix smiles, dazzling and sexy, gone from a pretty baby boy to oozing sex appeal and dominance in two seconds flat.

“you don’t have to beg, baby,” he croons, leaning forward to brush his plush mouth against yours teasingly. “i’ll give you everything you need.”

and when you’re pinned under him sometime later, legs wrapped tightly around his slim waist as he slides his cock between the swollen folds of your pussy, you can’t help the excitement that builds and builds within you. your head is pleasantly fuzzy still from the orgasm he gave you moments ago, his soft lips and eager tongue having spent what felt like hours working at your clit. despite the hazy fog of satiation, you still register the feeling of felix’s cock prodding gently at your entrance, relishing in the delicate drag of it again your walls, spreading you open deliciously. there’s no pain with felix; no discomfort, no burning, and no stinging ache, only the overwhelming pleasure of being comfortable full. the snug press of him against your inner most parts has your clit thumping heavily, mind melting.

“oh, fuuuck,” you sigh, arching your back the slightest bit to brush your pebbled nipples against felix’s chest. “felix.”

“yeah? is it good?” he questions in a tone that belies cockiness rather than insecurity. he holds himself up by his forearms on either side of your head, pulling out slow and even before driving his cock back in again.

“yes,” you gasp, whiney and panting, squeezing at his shoulders. “told you,” you breathe, squeezing his cock with your silken cunt just because you can, “it’s perfect.”

thank god for the little things.

© hyungszn 2023; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

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⚝fic type: Y/A (coming-of-age)

⚝genre/contains: huening kai x reader, fluff, angst, gn!reader, non-idol!au with a dash of friends2lovers

⚝warnings: mentions of food (sweets & ice-cream)

⚝word count: 3.5k, pt 2/2 (part 1)

⚝A/N: Yes, I’m finally releasing this two months later. It’s taken me so long to be happy with it 😭✌ but here we are! Dedicated to blonde hyuka who I’ve loved since forever💙

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