WANG YIBO X FANTASY WESTWARD JOURNEY GAME PROMO

midnight mistakes.

summary: in which you accidentally delete something on chan’s laptop and he does not take it well.

genre: ANGST

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your favorite part of the week was sunday evening. your boyfriend was going to pick up dinner, you had just gotten out of the shower freshly waxed and washed, and now you were lounging around in chan’s hoodie on the living room searching for something for you to watch while you waited for chan to come home.

you mindlessly scrolled through netflix in a daze until you heard your phone ping. you grabbed it off of the coffee table and immediately, your heart sank. it was a notification informing you your final paper was due at 9 p.m.—10 minutes from now. you knew you definitely finished it, but you must've forgotten to turn it in. you sprung off of the couch and ran into your bedroom, rummaging through your backpack to find your laptop. you found it easily—turning it on, however? the ancient relic you called a laptop was definitely dead, and you didn’t have the time to wait around, especially since you still had to make edits before turning it in. you groaned in frustration, chucking the laptop back into your bag before shooting up and making a bee line for chan’s laptop. surely your angel of a boyfriend would understand, right?

chan’s laptop whirred and turned on in no time. you quickly typed in his password and held your breath as it unlocked. you ignored the tabs chan had open and immediately went to work, logging in and editing at lightning speed. your fingers cramped and hurt but you paid it no mind, continuing to rapidly proofread your work before finally turning it, just a minute before time was over. you were proud of yourself, patting yourself on the back for being able to make a deadline with only a ten-minute notice.

breathing out and stretching your back, you groaned and crossed out the window, only realizing after the fact that you had closed the tabs chan had had opened. you gulped nervously, hoping you didn't close anything important. chan wasn't the type to leave anything unsaved open anyways. you convince yourself to feel secure in the excuse, ignoring your anxiety and wandering back to the living room couch. you resumed your mindless netflix scrolling, settling on a show chan had recommended you caught up on so you could watch it together. you turned the show on and got comfy, knowing you had hours of binging ahead of you until chan got home.

but before that, you found yourself knocked out on the sofa some time between the third and fourth episode you managed to watch. you yawned, being woken up abruptly by the beeping sound of someone entering the door code. you lazily pushed the hair out of your face and got up to meet your boyfriend at the door.

he smiled tiredly as you appeared in front of him, opening his arms to invite you to a warm hug. you stumbled into him immediately, breathing in and relaxing against him. he pulled you in to his embrace tightly, humming contently before kissing the top of your head.

"were you sleeping, baby? it's only 11, though?" he mumbled into the hug.

"not a fan of that show you wanted to watch together," you yawned, making him laugh, "why are you home so early, though? wasn't expecting you for another couple hours." you questioned, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.

"I have some work to do at home," he said, "and I missed you, obviously." he chuckled sheepishly as he hung his jacket up on the coat hanger. "oh, do you know where my laptop is? I'm gonna need that."

"bedroom. I-I used it by the way, mine was dead, hope you don't mind." you chuckled nervously. you hated using things without asking first, and especially with things that were as important to the owner like chan's laptop was to him. and the way his face grew impossibly paler at your mention of using his laptop only made you even more anxious.

"n-no of course I don't, but you didn't close any of my tabs...right? you couldn't have, right?" he questioned hopefully, rushing to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. you felt like screaming, crying---anything that would lessen the pit of guilt growing in your chest. your breath was shaky as you stayed quiet.

"chan, I'm so sorry. It was an honest mistake, I swear." you whispered, feeling small and useless. even if it was an honest mistake, you knew it was a big one by the look of sheer panic and devastation rippling across chan's face.

"no no no no, y/n, no! this is due in a week, I spent months on those tracks! so many sleepless nights, and for what? I don't even have anything to show for it!" he yelled in frustration, discarding his laptop by tossing it onto the bed and away from him so he wouldn't break the thing.

"I'm so so sorry." you squeaked, not knowing what else to say. tears welled in your eyes and you flinched as chan groaned angrily and dropped his face into his hands.

"just leave please. I can't look at you right now." he said solemnly.

"w-what?"

"get. out." he gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists before releasing his breath.

"chris, it's so late, where do you expect me to go?" you asked meekly, suddenly feeling incredibly small in the face of his anger.

"y/n, please. I already have so much more on my plate now thanks to you, and you being here is only reminding me of how we got to this point and it's pissing me off more. so please," he turned to face you and spat with a pained look in his eyes, "leave. now." he rubbed his face and turned his back to you.

"I understand you're angry and need space. but if you're really telling me to leave our apartment this late at night just because you're angry," you gulped and took a deep breath to prepare your own heart for the next words you were about to say, "don't expect me to come back." your voice cracked. you waited for chan to turn around and stop you, but he only turned to his side to grab the headphones sitting on the desk next to him. it felt like he'd just abandoned you in that moment, leaving you with no choice but to keep your word.

you didn't think twice, turning to leave, not even bothering to grab your things or even a jacket, running out of your apartment building before finally letting yourself cry. the fresh spring rain came down sprinkling around you, making you shiver and leaving your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet. you walked quickly to the only place you knew you could go right now as midnight approached, not once turning back to see if chan had followed you out, knowing in your heart that when he sat down to work, nothing could distract him. not even his girlfriend---his partner and best friend---walking out on him.

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Felix when you take his whole cock to the back your throat for the first time. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure…your mouth is so warm, so wet, and your throat so tight …

inhale, exhale.

model!hyunjin x photographer reader. mutual pining and tension and flirting. friends to lovers.

prequel to Breathe, so i highly recommend reading the second part if you haven’t already hehe. reader is wearing a dress/heels.

hyune gives me photoshoots and i give you brainrots in return it is the natural circle of life.. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too 🥹 feedback is highly appreciated as always <3

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, locking onto your figure with an intensity that seems to capture you in place. He’s leaning casually against his sleek black car, one leg crossed before the other, arms folded over his chest, unmoving as the sound of your heels echoes against the cobblestone.

Instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly at your approach, his eyes tracing the contours of your silhouette, setting ablaze the scarlet fabric of your gown with their fervent scrutiny.

It was those very brown eyes you first noticed when Minho showed you Hyunjin’s portfolio. You now know that he is drowned in a sea of accolades regarding his physique— his sculpted proportions, the tantalizing curve of his lips and the seductive caress of his fingertips against them, and above all, his alluring aura and the way he works the camera as if it as an extension of his being.

But it is his eyes that have drawn you in first. Piercing, even through a stack of printed photographs in Minho's hands, burning through paper to ensnare your attention. Even more so, when these same eyes found you for the first time, in an outing your best friend Minho organized— an aspiring photographer shaking the hands of an established model, it was a match made in heaven, per se.

Though heaven was the last thing to grace your mind as you looked at Hyunjin, at the way he carried himself with a grace, and a slight cockiness that only comes from knowing your worth.

You caught his eyes multiple times across the dinner table, your knees grazing his underneath it. You returned home with his perfume imprinted into your skin from the lengthy hours you spent talking over drinks, long after Minho went home to his lover, and three cats. You knew then that Hyunjin could never be just a friend to you.

You are even more sure of it tonight, a fleeting four months later. Minho, the heir of your country’s biggest talent agency is hosting his parent’s annual party, gathering photographers, models, and artistic directors alike, a chance to network and score deals you wouldn’t find elsewhere.

Hyunjin insisted on picking you up.

You pause barely a few inches away from Hyunjin, close enough for him to behold the glitter gracing your eyelids, shimmering beneath the moonlight. Smelling his perfume feels like coming home, and you close yourself for a millisecond longer, allowing yourself the electrifying pleasure of being a mere breath away from him.

“Hello, love,” he speaks softly, and his words morph into invisible fingers trailing down your spine, igniting goosebumps in their trail. You’ve never gotten used to this nickname and the way it stumbles so easily from his lips, as if you could, one day indeed, be his love, a reality hovering just beyond your grasp.

“Hi, Hyunjin,” you smile and his placid facade cracks a little, a glint of a grin shimmering on his lips. He drinks you in, his scrutiny deliberate and unhurried, his gaze moving languidly across your form, flickering between all your features as if he beheld time between his palms, and all his seconds could be spent admiring you. It is only when he seems satiated does he speak again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says earnestly, and you don’t miss his choice of phrasing, you’re beautiful as opposed to you look beautiful, as though it matters not what you are clad in, but the fact that it is you wearing it.

Oftentimes, your compliments to him feel superfluous, your words faltering when you think of the many times Hyunjin must have heard the same adjectives describing him. Yet tonight, you cannot conjure a sarcastic retort to drown his sweet words, not before his ebony suit and the satin shirt peeking beneath it, worst of all, the delicate cascade of gold necklaces that glisten mockingly underneath the stars, taunting you, almost, for being able to graze Hyunjin’s skin when you cannot.

So, you settle for the truth.

“So are you.”

“Complimenting me quite easily tonight?” He smirks, and you respond with an exaggerated eye roll, leaning in closer.

“Forget it. You're actually insufferable.”

He mirrors your movement, drawing nearer until your breaths mingle in the space between you both. “I am actually very lovable, thank you very much.”

“Says who?” you challenge, a hint of defiance coloring your words. The kiss he imprints on the tip of your nose comes like clockwork at your words.

“You,” he grins, and you falter, caught off guard by the unexpected tenderness of his gesture. Heat rises to your face, a blush betraying your composure, even beneath your already pink-kissed cheeks, and you curse inwardly at your own vulnerability.

You hate him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone this badly.

He observes your reaction with amusement, a knowing smile playing upon his lips as he taps the car door once before opening it for you. “After you, love.”

Stepping into the sports car feels like walking into Hyunjin’s essence— the rich cognac and oak notes ricocheting off the interior, the scarlet red cushions echoing the passion Hyunjin seems to carry within him.

And amidst the opulent interior, the small water lilies keychain you brought him seems almost out of place, as it dangles from the rearview mirror. Yet, it makes you feel as if part of you has intermingled with Hyunjin’s being, even in the most simplest of ways.

“Are you nervous?” Hyunjin asks ten minutes into your ride, his fingers drumming along the edge of the steering wheel. Your gaze drifts to the golden rings adorning his fingers, each one bearing the iconic emblem of Versace's Medusa. In another life, he could easily be their ambassador and muse.

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, not only because of the flames they dip your body in but also because of the gentle way they unravel your layers, understand your silences more than others grasp your words.

“I am. It’s my first time coming as a graduate, you know? What if I don’t leave a good impression on anyone?”

“Impossible.”

Had someone else uttered those words you would have been inclined to contradict them, but Hyunjin speaks with utmost certainty, as if his words are the only conceivable reply to yours.

“Okay.”

His fingers trail along the shell of your ear, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind it. The breaths in your chest ebb and flow more rapidly, you don’t know if it is from nerves or his touch.

“Inhale with me,” he instructs, and you follow his lead, synchronizing your breath with his. His hand glides down your jawline, a gentle caress that soothes your racing pulse. “Exhale,” he murmurs, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, comforted by the weight of his touch.

You know the ghost of his fingertips will remain with you as the night wears on, a reminder that he is near, just around the corner, waiting for you to call him.

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it.”

The gathering is held in a different location every year, and this time, Minho chose an intimate setting—a dimly lit hotel bar, graced by the warm glow of chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, brown leather seats surrounding glass tables, and extravagant flower arrangements.

For a split second, your back instinctively hunches, a reflexive response before this detailed showcase of luxury. But then you straighten your spine, comforted by the sound of your clicking heels against the polished floor, and Hyunjin's warm palm against your lower back.

You reach for a drink from a passing tray, the glass cool against your fingertips as you swirl the cocktail within. You take note of the numerous guests, as you cast a glance around the room, each one a titan in their creative field. Hyunjin stands at your side, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he too takes his time in assessing the room.

“Seems kind of boring,” Hyunjin remarks, his voice laced with a hint of disinterest as he leisurely sips his drink.

“Seems like your scene,” you tease, flashing him a playful grin, and he arches a brow in response.

“Oh yeah? And what is my scene?”

“An intimate setting with romantic lighting and jazz music,” you explain, taking a step closer and resting a hand delicately on his arm. “And some wine,” you add, though his attention is captivated by the movement of your shimmering lips as you speak. “And pretty people eyeing you all over the place.”

“Are they?” he counters, his hand sliding slowly to your waist, drawing you nearer with a subtle pull. “I only see you.”

“Really?” you challenge, trailing a finger tantalizingly slow along his jawline, “Then make sure your eyes never leave me throughout the night.”

His gaze remains fixed on your retreating form, a mixture of bewilderment and desire swirling in his eyes. He mutters a curse at the sight of your backless dress— it seems more than likely that you are a killer sent to end him by the end of the night.

It’s a few hours later, and Hyunjin has exhausted every social bone in his being, each interaction draining his reserves of charm and charisma. All he craves now is rest, and the comfort of his home—it turns out that, lately, it is more and more wherever you are, rather than the confines of his house.

He spots you sitting in a secluded corner, bathed in the soft glow of a solitary candle. A gentle smile graces his lips as he observes you, engrossed in nibbling at the snacks laid out before you.

Do you even realize how beautiful you are?

“You’re whipped,” Minho's voice interrupts his thoughts, Hyunjin does not contradict him.

“Is it that obvious?” he replies with a hint of amusement, his eyes never flickering away from your figure.

“You should see how you look at them.”

“Is it weird that everywhere we go, the world seems to narrow down to them alone?” he admits, a tinge of uncertainty coloring his words. The silence that follows from Minho makes a scorching heat creep up his neck, so he unbuttons his shirt for a bit of respite.

Minho shakes his head, a small giggle escaping his lips, before offering a reassuring clap on Hyunjin’s back. “I’ll see you around.”

Hyunjin quickly strides towards you, eager not to waste any seconds far from you, propelled by a longing that grips him like a second skin. He thinks you’re much closer to his heart than the necklaces brushing against his bare chest.

“Found you,” Hyunjin announces with a grin as he settles onto the couch across from you. Your body relaxes once you recognize him, your smile blooms akin to the first petals unfurling in spring.

“See, you didn’t look at me all night,” you pout teasingly and he chuckles, tipping his head back.

“I actually was. I was looking at you, through my heart.”

“How does that even work?”

He hesitates for a moment before his next words spill forth, unfiltered and raw. “I don't need to see you to know that you are near, I just feel it.”

A moment of silence hangs between you before you smile sheepishly, tilting your head to the side in wonder. “How was your night?”

“Productive but tiring, and you?” he replies, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of your presence.

“I got a booking, a big one,” you announce with a grin, and his own smile mirrors yours instantly, his happiness following yours as if tethered by an invisible string.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I think I'll need your help. It needs to be in a bathtub and I know you are busy so it’s okay if—”

“I’m all yours,” he interrupts without hesitation, and you nod, heart swelling with gratitude.

It is quiet then, as you rest your head against the corner of the couch, and Hyunjin mirrors your gesture, his gaze never wavering from yours. The soft flicker of candlelight casts a warm glow upon his bare skin, the one unveiled by his unbuttoned shirt. And your mouth suddenly feels dry, and your heart suddenly aches, for him alone.

He brings his hand near his face, his rosy lips brushing against his knuckles, as your eyes trace the contours of his face— it seems to possess an otherworldly radiance, with dark locks cascading like silken strands, as if meticulously arranged by the hand of Aphrodite herself. Surely, she would adore him too, as would anyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

But you believe your adoration surpasses that of most.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to rest delicately on his knee. “For finding me again.”

In response, his eyes soften, a gentleness that transcends mere words seeping into his gaze. He's no longer just around the corner; he’s right behind the door, both your hands poised on the doorknob. It is only a matter of time before one of you takes the plunge.

“Thank you for letting me find you.”

Just like Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore collects people. Only, instead of focusing on those with influence, he looks to the outcasts.

The expelled half-giant. The young werewolf. The repentant Death Eater.

He protects them and gives them a second chance. All he asks in return is their loyalty.

And, if on occasion he requests that they undertake a certain task, invoking their debt of gratitude - well, that is no more than he is owed.

He once thought to add a certain disowned Black to his collection, but quickly realised his mistake.

Sirius is not an outcast, but a rebel. He knowingly chose his path, and chooses what price he is willing to pay for it. He refuses to be used.

So Albus Dumbledore abandons him.

「Dangerous When Wet」 · Masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ If you bite it and you die, that’s poison. If it bites you and you die, that’s venom. There is a reason they call themselves the latter. They are the talk of the campus, filthy rich, hot as fuck, crass as they come, and taking your class.

You know what they say. Two is company. Three is a crowd.

But four is a fucking rager.

※ Limited series. This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

➥ Certified toxic fuckboys!Danceracha x Professor!Reader (f): Academia, Erotica, Reverse Harem

⛔ — Not suitable for readers who might get triggered by rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Reader discretion advised: No moral ground whatsoever, morally bankrupt characters overall, professor-student shenanigans (all parties consenting), heavy thirsting, heavy seduction, sex work, MMMF, crass & heavily objectifying language, substance use, explicit sexual content.

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CONTENT Part I: Lasso · Ep. 1: Twenty One Candles

Part II: Lucifer Part III: Barracuda Part IV: Venom

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☆ freckles & kkami’s dad~ dating hyunlix

*~siri play fairy of shampoo ~*

…sfw…

💮now, felix and hyunjin may be different types of material but they are both boyfriend at the end of the day.

💮felix puts his heart into this relationship, he is so damn dedicated to the relationship that he may forget to take care of himself, since he really just wants to do everything in his power so he can see you and hyunjin smiling.

💮but luckily the two of you are so whipped for your yongbok that he gets just as much love in return.

💮he knows that hyunjin melts at the sensation of his small hands tracing up and down hyunjin’s arm. he also knows the best way to braid hyunjin’s hair to keep it from drooping in front of his eyes.

💮as far as he is concerned his gentle touch is warm and meant for the two of you. While he can find himself fussing over hyunjin a bit more than he would like he doesn't hesitate to be a literal sunshine boyfriend for you.

💮if hyunjin captures everything on his camera, felix captures everything on tiktok. well maybe not everything but he loves relationshiptok with a passion. It doesn't matter how sickening it is he would totally beg the two of you to film a sweet little bumblebee tiktok.

💮literally the only trend you can convince hyunjin to do

💮it wouldn't be a hyunlix relationship without the three of you having a baking day, and while hyunjin doesn't really enjoy the sticky sugar and honey coating his fingers, he does like when you place his fingers in your mouth, your face innocent but your intentions something else entirely.

💮even if you're just putting extra effort into showing off for your boyfriends felix just smiles like a proud dad, because even if he acts like the more serious one he is just as shameless as the rest of you.

💮movie nights are never truly movie nights, either you're too distracted talking and bouncing around the place or you all fall asleep cuddling. if you want to really calm down their nervous energy just wrap them in blankets, cuddle them and give them nose kisses. they will fall asleep immediately.

💮hyunjin makes it 100% clear that when he is in a relationship you automatically adopt parts of his life. so before you and felix could even protest against him you were dubbed as kkami’s step parents. this includes family walks. which sounds fun until you realise hyunjin would rather you mind kkami while he explores the neighbourhood with his film camera.

💮he also forces you and felix to celebrate kkami’s birthday each year. while hyunjin prides over his sweet little family you and felix are cross legged on the floor with party hats trying to get kkami to stay in one spot.

💮dating hyunlix really is something pretty, but the prettiest moment is when you wake up. rubbing away your sleepiness you roll over to be greeted by a smiley hyunjin pecking a soft kiss on your lips. he knows that you would prefer to sleep in when you can, so even if felix is nowhere to be seen hyunjin will put special effort into waking up with you.

💮even if you’ve figured out the poly lifestyle, there is still moments where one will beg the other for more affection. maybe you are guilty of this since the boys get to be together most of the time anyways but hyunjin can really push for attention. it’s mostly subtle things like fishing for compliments or trying out different hair styles. But when that isn’t working he resorts to plan b, and b is for barging in on you and felix when you’re having a bath together.

💮he pouts removing his clothing. his attempts to seduce the two of you quickly falling short as he tries to fit himself into the tub. with some flailing and confusion you manage to keep him from slipping, holding onto your shoulders he looks down with a smile. not even his smile could prevent you kicking him out. which lead to a late night discussion with felix while hyunjin slept, head leaning on the others shoulders. “i think we need a bigger bath.” “lix how many times do I need to tell you, size isn’t the issue”

💮moral of the story, felix is whipped and would rather upgrade the dorms or his apartment to fit all three of you than tell someone to get lost.

💮felix is the prince of the relationship, his type of love is the type they speak of in old fairytales. it actually leaves you speechless, the way he goes about life as your boyfriend. doing chores, making you breakfast, giving endless cuddles and support, he does it all.

💮hyunjin is the most sensitive, he was also the most open to a poly relationship since he was so keen on being loved by both of you. he may seem pretty comfortable and confident around the two of you but he is shy and very deep into his emotions. but it has become second nature for you and felix to tend to your cuddle bug hyunjin anyways.

💮hyunjin isn't the most vain person ever, but he loves knowing his significant others are so pretty and attractive. if you try to go out of your way to impress him, colour him impressed. but even if you aren't aiming to impress he will always look up at the two of you with sparkling eyes before giving you his compliment of the day.

…nsfw…

💮you know the saying “they’re the devil in disguise”? It really rings true when the lights are dimmed and the three of you sit intertwined with each other. your back leaning against hyunjin's chest as felix dips his head back between your legs.

💮hyunjin is very loud and whiny, even when he is dominating one of you. you see, he loves to bring his flare for the dramatic into the bedroom with overexaggerated moans and whimpers. It's his form of encouragement. don’t mistake this for him being a submissive baby, you’ll be so caught off guard.

💮despite both being switches they can’t fight the deep seeded urge to completely dominate you. some days it’s hard to believe that the men in bed with you are your cuddly boyfriends. that realisation always comes later after the three of you are done.

💮sex isn’t something that just happens between the three of you. with their varying sex drives you actually find yourself having quite personal and intimate moments with one of them.

💮hyunjin is spontaneous, he would be the one pulling you and felix into his arms when he's feeling needy. he is rough and passionate, but since he is such fool for pleasure he would gladly let you or felix take control. however, he is honestly as in love as felix is. since he has such a deep and rare connection with the two of you he will always bring his most passionate self.

💮even though hyunjin is a true switch, his favourite position is having you ride him. he may never tell you this but when his fingers trail up and down your body, he feels like he is admiring a work of art, he is scared that his fingers will bruise or tarnish the canvas so he goes gentle. despite his fears you still remain as his living work of art.

💮no matter how soft he is, he has duality, some days love doesn't cut it. he wants hard and heavy sex, sex where he lets his secret fantasies see the light of day. he wants you to show him a whole other world, he wants you to make him beg and feel dirty but he also wants to put you in your place for being so goddamn sexy.

💮now felix. he may seem like he's going about his day being the most wholesome sunshine in existence but the moment his hand comes to meet your wrist, his eyes hooded and his voice husky you know you're going to have a little trouble walking.

💮felix in the bedroom is sin incarnate, he is observant every other time so you bet he knows what buttons to press to have you falling apart beneath him.

💮he is also very giving, so if he were to ruin you it would be from overstimulation or too much pleasure. giving is second nature to him.

💮his favourite form of temptation is using his voice, even if the words he says aren't overly sexual the huskiness and the sensation of his breath against your ear is your ultimate weakness.

💮when he is drowning in lust felix wants nothing more than for you to mark him and for him to return the favour. he doesn't want to rough you up too much but he can't say no to leaving harsh hickeys along your clavicle.

💮felix is so in love that the sex mirrors every feeling of affection he holds for you two, it almost feels territorial like he needs to claim you and hyunjin by charming you with his words.

💮when he is trying to grab onto either one of you and pull you closer his first thought is to gently grip your hair and bring you into to his lips. it should be rough, but felix always knows how to make the most desperate of things feel loving.

💮however, felix is still felix after all so when he isn't more lusty and he just wants a wholesome connection you will get a smiling, blushy felix. deep down he loves romance so valentines day sex? he will be so cute and happy. he makes sex feel like an exchange of all the words he never said to you or hyunjin.

💮even on the days when you are all too tired to attempt aftercare, there is still care involved. realistically, as hot as sex can be with them, it feels more like a deep connection. there are so many emotions at play daily and sex is the way you guys express that.

btw here’s a little extra hyunlix content from their latest tour 💕💕

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