#skz minlix oneshot
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𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.
pairing: minho x felix (minlix)
genre: nonidol!minho/nonidol!felix. straight (??) minho and gay felix. childhood friends to lovers. some angst. fluff. pining galore. kinda confession au. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. felix pov.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst isn't too strong in this one. sexuality is questioned and destroyed in these parts. felix is pretty down bad for minho in this one. smut warnings below cut!!
word count: 5.5k
summary: minho has always been straight and felix has always been gay. but after a certain incident happens during a drunken game of truth-or-dare between friends, sexualities and feelings will be thoroughly questioned.
18+ warnings: dom!minho x sub!felix. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends). anal sex/fingering. a blowjob is given. jerking off happens. kinda spit kink??. degradation (slut, whore, fuck toy, etc.). kitchen sex. pet names (baby boy, doll face, etc.). dirty thoughts/fantasies. masterbation. voyeurism. pervy!minho. sex toys (butt plugs, cock rings, vibrating dildos). scratching. LOTS of hair pulling. ownership/possession. cum play. breeding kink (you know i had to get it in there). somewhat dumbification. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. nipple play. lots of dirty talk. cock training is mentioned. subspace. loud sex. minho has a really big cock. size kink.
a/n: what can I say, ya'll??? I'm just a complete and messy slut for minlix at this point... 🤷🏼♀️ I really don't see myself getting over them anytime soon... especially after they have moments like that one during the stay week live. yeahhh, I might've replayed that scene with them whispering 'Ily' to each other like, a thousand times over, but who's counting, right?? 😃👍🏼 idk there's just smth about their dynamic... how opposite they are to each other, yet perfect for each other in the same way, that just REALLY gets me!!! 😫 anyways, I went pretty ham on this one haha, I did not expect for it to be this long or this filthy, but I got inspired to write it from this one bl booktok I saw a few days ago, so... here we are!! 🫣
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
“I dare you to… kiss Minho!”
The moment the words fell from Seungmin’s lips, Felix was already majorly regretting getting roped into the game.
Hell, he hadn’t even wanted to play in the first place.
But his seven other friends were fairly convincing when under the influence of a dozen bottles of soju.
And Felix, being the “ball of sunshine” that he was, just couldn’t say no to everyone.
That, and the fact that the alcohol thrumming through his veins prodded him forward into the long game of truth-or-dare.
He wished he hadn’t picked dare at that moment.
Maybe then his heart wouldn’t be doing fucking summersaults in his chest and his cheeks wouldn’t feel like they were lit on fire from the other’s intense stares all around him.
“W-What? No way, Minho is-“ He started, eyes already searching around his circle of friends and finding his brown irises in the mix of everything.
The elder, cherry-red-headed male was the only completely sober one out of the entire lot, sitting there all straight-backed with his legs folded underneath him as he gazed on at the game in boredom.
But now he didn’t seem all that tired of the stupidity of it all.
No, now… he seemed quite intrigued.
“That’s a stupid dare Seungmin, and you know it.” Hyunjin threw back in the wake of the silence that had lapsed between everyone.
“Why? Because Felix is gay and Minho is as straight as a board?” Changbin chimed in with a hearty laugh as he took another long swing of his bottle of peach-flavored soju. “Oh please, give me a break… this is a fucking drinking game, for God’s sake! Have a little fun!”
Felix was a mass of twitchy limbs and nervous jittery energy there in his spot across the living room from Minho.
The elder man was still looking at him, regarding him with that silent, easy way that he was known for. Minho’s dark eyes swirled with curiosity, as they roved down the length of Felix.
He slumped down against the pillows at his back, heart pounding against his chest and threatening to break all of his ribs in one single breath.
“Let’s do it.” Is all Minho said with that easy smirk of his. The kind he always leveled at Felix whenever he was feeling extra playful.
Felix swallowed once, his fingers finding the hemline of his oversized tee and playing with the soft fabric there in his anxiety. He didn't want anyone to know - didn't want Minho to know - how he felt about the older guy.
That he had had a raging, impossible crush over him for years.
He didn't even know when the attraction had started. It was like one day he had woken up and suddenly... his childhood best friend Lee Minho looked so fucking beautiful to him.
He looked hot, too.
And slowly, Minho had started to become the sole object of all of Felix's desires.
He'd imagine what the red-haired male would do to him, late at night in his bedroom.
How Minho would look, hovering above Felix as he gave him exactly what he needed.
But all of those fantasies were entirely just that... fantasies.
Because Minho was straight. He had only ever dated hot women before - whether they were girls he had picked up at the local club for a night, or a handful of his coworkers that he saw daily. And he had claimed in the past multiple times that he was never changing that.
Felix knew that he would never be the thing - or the one - to shift Minho's way of thinking.
He wasn't that special.
So he'd just have to live with the fact that-
"Felix, come here."
Minho's voice came out all dark and whispery like he meant for only the younger man to hear it. Panicked, wide eyes shooting up to meet his stare, Felix watched, as the shadows danced across his face.
The command fell from the elder's lips effortlessly. And like a man in possession of an evil spirit, Felix already found himself moving. Limbs picking up from his spot across the way from Minho and moving towards him without any form of hesitation.
Felix wasn't even registering what he was doing. He was just breathing on autopilot, letting his muscles become controlled by the way Minho was crooking a finger his way, beckoning him slowly and silently.
Then, soon enough, Felix was blinking straight again and seated in Minho's lap, with either of his knees around his waist.
"Minho- we don't... I know you're-" he started, losing his words halfway through his thoughts as he realized how fucking close they were. The rest of his friends melted away into the background, and he lost track of the fact that they had an audience.
All he could focus on was the way Minho was looking at him just then... eyes hooded just a tiny bit. Rosy, plump lips ticking up into a devilish, sardonic kind of smile. His eyes ran over the length of Felix's face in bated silence, and then he was reaching up with two hands, brushing gentle fingers against his chin and locked jaw, before finding the nape of his neck, long digits sinking into the soft locks of Felix's hair.
"It's okay baby... just let me take care of it, hmm?" Minho's voice was barely above a whisper, and the sound of it immediately shot shivers down Felix's spine. The elder tugged a little bit at his long, raspberry-blue locks, bringing him closer than ever before. Felix had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep in the strangled moan that threatened to escape from deep inside of him. "It's just a game, right?"
Felix only had time to swallow around the lump in his throat once, as in the next breath, he was enveloped in the scent of... him. He could do nothing else but desperately take in shallow breaths as Minho's lips wrapped around his.
The fit was fucking perfect.
And the moment the elder's tongue darted out, the tip tracing the line of Felix's mouth, a tiny squeak fled from his throat. It was more of a quiet groan, but he hoped that none of the others could hear it. Hell, that Minho couldn't hear it.
In a single heartbeat, Minho was yanking at his roots, hauling him closer as he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping over his mouth and silently asking for entrance. Felix's hands frantically grasped in front of him, searching for some kind of anchor. Anything would suffice, otherwise, he'd tip over the edge and wouldn't be able to hold himself back any longer.
So his small hands found purchase in the fabric of Minho's shirt, fingers digging against his chest and clutching there for dear life as the older's tongue dipped into his parted mouth.
The red-haired male tasted of nothing but sweetness... light, saccharine sugar that made Felix's stomach do twirls of anxiety and compelled butterflies to erupt all over his veils at the flavor of it all.
He pushed forward with a little more fervor, kissing Minho back with all of the energy that he felt building inside of him. It flooded through his veins, thrumming across his skin and dancing up the column of his neck. It came out in a furious flush of crimson. He could feel it paint his cheeks and nose and the tips of his ears, as Minho's lips worked against his so perfectly.
His body was pulled completely taut, like a bowstring ready to be released. Involuntarily, his hips wanted to move, to grind down against Minho's waist. But somehow, he managed to hold himself back.
And then almost as quickly as it had started, the entire thing was over. Minho was tugging away from him, a messy string of saliva dragging between their mouths. His lips were puffy and kiss-swollen, and Felix couldn't even imagine how he looked in that moment.
"Okay?" The cherry-red-haired male asked in a quiet voice that was meant just for Felix alone. His hands left the confines of his long blue locks, resting against either of his cheeks and brushing soft thumbs across the skin there.
"Y-Yeah... all good..." Felix mumbled, beginning to scramble off of his lap in his haste to retreat into himself. Felix didn't want to see the look on Minho's face when he eventually noticed the pink bloom on his skin. He didn't want the others to find out about his feelings... especially Minho.
The rest of the guys were silent, and Felix's eyes skirted around the room, completely avoiding Minho's form as he got back into his previous place amidst the blankets and pillows. He could feel the red-haired male staring at him, eyes searing holes into his skin as he regarded the younger man.
"Wow- that was-" Chan started, but was cut off by Felix shooting an anguished hand into the air.
"Let's just drop it, yeah? Who's next?" His gaze locked with Chan, and the expression he found there was one of pure, utter compassion and softness. Chan knew that he wanted to move away from the topic, so he started the game all over again.
And Felix sat there, practically fucking unraveling at the seams because he could still smell Minho's musky aftershave, could still taste him on his tongue, could still feel the way their mouths slid together effortlessly, could still hear the way Minho sucked in a sharp breath when Felix peeled himself away from him, his hips pressing against his for an instant.
"Strip for me, baby boy."
The command came out in that long, drawn-out voice of his. The one he always used on the younger when he meant business and wasn't playing around anymore.
Without hesitation, Felix was grabbing at the waistline of his sweatpants, shucking them and his boxers off of his legs.
The elder male said nothing else after that, strong hands coming up on either of his sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he hauled Felix's body up onto the kitchen countertop, resting his bare ass against the cool edge of the white marble.
To Felix's utter surprise, the man before him slowly sunk to the ground, getting on his knees and positioning himself between his slightly opened legs. His red hair was a shock of brightness against the otherwise milky tone of Felix's thighs, and he swallowed deeply at the sight of it all. Like a bright flame amidst a white-out storm.
"You're gonna let me suck you off, right?" He purred, hands clasping onto either of his knees and stretching his legs apart. His nose nuzzled into the skin of Felix's inner thighs, planting kisses there. "Gonna let me make you feel good?"
Felix was nodding before he could even think better of himself and his sanity, unable to speak at that moment from the way that Minho was burrowing his face into his thighs, giving kitten licks to every part of him that was exposed.
Because he didn't answer, he felt the elder's teeth scrape against his skin, as he bit down slightly, forcing purple to begin blooming underneath his mouth. "Use your words, doll face... I won't ask again." His tongue dragged across the sting, soothing away the pain in an instant before he was moving again.
Further, and further up...
"Y-Yes! Please... suck me off- want you to suck me off right fucking now!" Felix all but whined out, hands outstretching towards the elder in supplication and finding purchase in his crimson roots.
At the feeling of Minho's hot breath fanning against his stiff length, Felix found his head stretching towards his spine, eyes already rolling into the back of his skull from the anticipation of it all. And when Minho blew a few puffs of teasing warm air against his tip, he shuddered like a psychotic bitch. Like one of those characters that they'd watch get possessed by an evil spirit or a ghost in a horror movie.
The way he was reacting to just the littlest of touches and actions was borderline freakish. The way Minho could simply breath on him and he was already falling apart at the seams, was something otherwordly.
Uncanny and bat-shit crazy.
At the feeling of Minho's tongue poking out between his pretty red lips and touching the tip of him, Felix was a total and complete goner. Fingers clutching into red waves a little bit harder, he desperately tried to bring the elder's face close to where he needed him most.
Then, before he could even compose himself for what was to come, Minho was already moving again... tongue flattening out against his length, dragging down the span of it, mouth wrapping around the tip that was already leaking out droplets of precum onto the tiled kitchen floor underneath them.
"A-Ah... yeah, just like that-" Felix mewled out in a breathy tone, nails digging into the scalp of the older as he rose higher and higher towards his release.
Tongue swirling around him, Minho's hands made quick work of the rest of Felix - fingers digging into one side of his hip, while his other hand was busy playing with Felix's hardening shaft. He swirled his tongue along the tip of Felix's cock, hand squeezing only slightly at the base in a teasing kind of way.
Felix was already trembling underneath his tongue, and his eyes shot open at the same time that the noises of Minho sucking him off filled the entire space around them. He looked down at the sight of the red-haired man between his legs - cheeks hollowed out and spit running down his chin messily as he fucked Felix with his mouth alone.
Minho stared up at him then, catching his gaze in the heated silence between them. The look in his eyes read pure and utter lust, the darkness swirling around his cheekbones as he took the entire length of Felix down his throat, sucking up and down with a lazy kind of rhythm. The sight that they were making together - with Felix's cum leaking out of his tip, and Minho's spit thrown into the mix, was almost enough to tip the younger over the edge.
"You're cock is so pretty, baby- so soft and cute..." Minho praised when he came up from his length to catch his breath. Then he was sinking back down again, pearly white teeth coming around the flushed flesh of Felix's tip. "Makes me want to suck you off for the rest of my fucking life if this is how good it's gonna be." He hummed, the feeling of the vibrations of his voice shooting gooseflesh across the younger's flesh.
Felix couldn't help but buck his hips upwards at the elder's words, loving the feel of his tip hitting the back of Minho's pretty throat. The rutting against his face caused Minho to gag again and again, but Felix was too fucked out of his mind and too crazed in heat to care about anything else at that exact moment.
"I-I thought you were- were straight," Felix panted out in that deep voice of his. The one that turned all husky and shit whenever he was filled with so much arousal it thrummed in his veins. His hands gripped a little harder at the back of Minho's hair, forcing his face close to his pelvis. "But the way you're sucking me off so well right now- makes me think the opposite."
Minho's tongue took a broad stroke of his cock, laving up the taste of him as he slowly pulled away from his girth, wiping the excess droll and cum off of his puffy, shiny lips. "Oh- I fully intended to stay that way, darling," he began, hinting at his sexuality as he smirked up at him and gave him a devilish kind of wink. The kind that made Felix go weak in the knees. "But then we made out at that party last month- and I couldn't get the thought of fucking you out of my head."
"I've had a raging crush on you ever since we were teenagers." Felix suddenly blurted out. At his confession, he could already feel the heat rising from his bare chest, washing his cheeks in cotton candy pink. "It was- pretty bad a few years ago... like, I couldn't sleep at night if I didn't jack myself off to the thought of you."
He felt dirty telling one of his best friends his deepest secret. It was one thing to keep it all bottled up inside - but to be naked before that same person you've been fantasizing about for so long, to have them on their literal hands and knees, sucking you dry, was a very different story.
His words forced Minho up from the ground, and soon, he was standing in front of him, hips between Felix's bare, parted legs and leaning into him. The elder male's hands came up to his face, stroking across the line of his jaw before coming up behind the nape of his neck and drawing him close.
"You've been so desperate for me, hmm?" He whispered, nearing Felix's space and breathing heavily against the skin of his cheek as he came in contact with the freckled flesh there. "My poor, poor baby... been so alone for so long, when all you ever wanted was me-"
Felix suddenly yanked his face out of his grasp, gaping up at him with wide, supplicant eyes. "P-Please, say that again."
"Say what?" Minho frowned down at him, dark brows tensing together as his chestnut-brown irises searched the face of the younger male.
"Tell me I'm yours- tell me I'm you're... baby."
Understanding dawned across Minho's face, and soon, he was leaning into him again, mouth covering up the empty space between them in the next instant. The kiss took Felix's breath away, and the way he could taste himself on Minho's tongue forced a little bit of his sanity to vanish into thin air.
Already feeling the arousal rise into the pit of his stomach just from the way that Minho's lips were connected with his - tongue dipping into his mouth - Felix made to frantically push him away, palming Minho's chest that was still covered up in the oversized grey hoodie he always liked to wear.
"So just- just fuck me already, will ya?" He all but begged, pressing his hips up against the elder's waist, grinding his hard length against him. "Just put me out of my misery and fuck me into oblivion. Please, Min- I need it so much, I-"
Minho peered down at him with that piercing gaze, the curve of his lips smashing into a thin line. "Quit begging me- I was already planning on fucking you the moment I felt your hard cock grind down on me during that stupid game." His command came out a little harsh in tone, sending a furious shiver up the length of Felix's spine.
The younger man said nothing more after that, just as Minho reached behind his back and stripped himself of his hoodie and oversized graphic tee. The smooth plain of his stomach left Felix swallowing down a groan, as his eyes traveled low, towards the dip at Minho's waist, and landing on the growing tent in his black sweatpants. Minho's skin glistened under the faint lights of the kitchen, muscles rippling with each sharp breath that he took.
Felix watched in silence as Minho seemingly pulled a bottle of lube right out of thin air. He could feel his dick twitching in bated want, as he followed each and every one of Minho's movements - from the opening of the bottle to the dripping of the clear liquid onto slim fingers.
"Take a deep breath for me, baby," Minho coached, tipping into his form and littering kisses against his exposed clavicle. Then one of his hands was wrapping around Felix's cock, pumping his palm up and down the rigid length.
Felix did as he was told, taking in shuddering gulps of air as Minho's lips came close to his again. "You ever done this before?" Felix suddenly asked, limbs twitching in anticipation as he felt Minho's fingers that were coated in lube dancing near his entrance.
"Nah, but I've seen you do it enough times to get the gist of it all." He sneered down at him, connecting their lips again in another feverish kiss.
And before Felix could even wrap his mind around what that meant, Minho was plowing a finger into him. The lube was cold against his skin and made him jump in the elder's hold. But then, Minho started thrusting in and out with languid strokes, and soon, Felix was moving against his hand, rutting himself atop his finger.
"Y-You watched me?" He managed to stutter out after they had parted to catch their breaths, just as Minho added another cool finger, slowly beginning to stretch him out. "When?"
Minho shrugged nonchalantly, almost like the thought of him watching Felix fuck himself alone in his room wasn't that big of a deal. Like they were sitting on the living room couch chatting over tea, and not in such a precarious position in his apartment's kitchen.
Just then, a wave of memories came over Felix. All of the guys had spare keys to each other's places, and Minho had one to his apartment. So perhaps the elder had caught him when he had snuck into his place to surprise him on a few rare occasions. He liked to do that quite a bit, to be honest.
Visions of what Felix liked to do in the privacy of his room came flooding back into his mind. Him, stretched out across his bed, his entire focus glued to his computer screen as he watched a hot gay couple act out some scene in one of the many porn collections that he had tabbed on his laptop.
Usually, he'd just lazily stroke himself til he came when he watched the porn. But then other times, when he wasn't in the mood for any porn, he'd find himself losing his mind over the thought of Minho. First, he'd stroke himself as he imagined what it'd feel like for Minho's hands to replace his. Then, he'd lube himself up and finger his hole until he was crying out in agonizing bliss.
The orgasms were always mind-blowing when he imagined Minho in the depths of his fantasies. Sometimes, he'd shove a huge, realistic-looking vibrating dildo up his entrance and grind down on it, fucking himself silly to the thought of riding Minho into oblivion.
Other times, he'd stick a butt plug up his ass and fit a cock ring over the length of his cock, envisioning that Minho was the one who was using the toys on him in utter punishment because he had misbehaved for some stupid reason.
Almost every time that Minho was the object of his fantasies, Felix would be a moaning mess in his bed - squirming and whimpering out his name in pure, unadulterated lust.
And to think that the Lee Minho was in his place during some of those heated, private moments, watching through the crack of his bedroom door, was...
Embarrassing yet incredibly hot all at the same time.
"It doesn't matter when or how- and what can I say... you're really fucking cute when you're horny." He added a third finger after that, groaning against the stretch. "I heard you- when you'd cry out my name as you fingered yourself to the brink of ecstasy- as you bounced on that giant vibrating dildo you keep hidden in the depths of your nightstand drawer," Minho grunted out in a raspy tone, as Felix continued to grind down on his hand, forcing Minho to grip harder onto his throbbing cock. "Shit- you're so tight... gonna have to fuck this tight little hole right open..."
Felix bent forward, teeth taking hold of the elder's bottom lip and sinking down into the plushness there as he spoke in a whispery voice, "Just- stick it in already... I'm going to lose my fucking mind if I don't have your cock in me within the next two minutes."
Minho flashed him a sardonic smirk, licking his lips as he made quick work of his pants and boxers. "Say no more, baby doll."
At the sight of finally being able to gaze upon Minho's bare cock, Felix let out a flurry of whines and curses. Minho squirted out some lube onto his hand, palming his cock a few times to prepare himself. Then Felix was clutching onto his hips in hastiness, positioning the redhead right over his entrance.
Tipping his head back at the feel of Minho's blushed-red tip ghosting across his hole, Felix let out a deep groan, "Fuck- you're gonna be a bitch to take, aren't you?" He cracked his eyes open to see Minho grinning down at him with a shit-eating look on his face.
"Pretty much... all the girls I've slept with always have a hard time," then he was pressing into him, taking it inch by inch and yanking a string of moans out of Felix with each languid push. "But you're gonna do just fine- like the good little slut that you are, you're gonna take all of me."
Then, without any warning, he was ramming up into Felix, bottoming out in one go. The younger let out a scream that was a mix of pleasure and pain, his entire body convulsing from the feeling of it all.
"F-Fuck, you're fucking huge-" He mewled, nails digging into Minho's back as he began to move against Felix's hips with fluid strokes, thrusting in and out slowly at first.
"I'll have to train this pretty little hole to take me- train your mouth too," Minho growled in a gravelly voice, face sinking towards Felix's chest and tongue swirling around one of his pretty, rosy-red pebbled nipples. He bit down at the raised flesh there, yanking a tangle of sobs from the depths of the younger's soul. His palm squeezed down a little harder on Felix's own cock, as he set a merciless rhythm, pounding away at his entrance. "What do ya say? You- all splayed out on your bed every night, having me teach you? Having me tear you open so that you can take my cock like a good little whore?"
Felix swallowed around the strangled moan that threatened to escape past the lump in his throat, digging his nails into the skin of Minho's shoulders as his orgasm crested over the edge of his mind. "Mmh- fuck, yes... want you to teach me how to take it all- how to take this big, beautiful cock of yours."
At that, Minho rolled his hips into him at a vicious pace, thumb playing with the tip of Felix's cock, dragging the precum down the hard shaft. "That's my boy- suck a good slut for me... such a good fuck toy, hmm?" Then he was chuckling against his skin, as his mouth came open to suck around Felix's other nipples, tongue gliding up the skin around it. "Gonna be my dirty little secret, yeah? No one has to know that the resident straight boy is fucking you dumb- fucking the cock-whore dumb every night with his big, fat dick..."
Felix couldn't hold it in anymore, finally letting the strangled screams fall from his lips as he desperately chased his high. Hands frantically searching for purchase, he pulled at Minho's dark roots, letting his entire body get rocked backward from the rough thrusts of the man between his legs. The sounds of their fucking filled the entire apartment in a healthy coating of lust - the sound of Minho pounding away at his wet hole breaking off the last bit of resolve Felix had.
"I-I'm gonna come-" He shrieked out in anguish, clutching on for dear life to Minho's hair as the elder continued his frenzied speed. Felix felt like he was getting torn open at the seams from his cock alone, bleeding out with a mix of cum and lube and spit.
And then he was falling off of the cliffside, allowing the white-hot light of his orgasm to course through his veins. It ripped across his entire body, flooding his cheeks in heat and making his blood boil. His orgasm came out in white streaks, and when he felt a mouth hover over his length again, lapping up his seed in supplication, he all but came again - right then and there.
"Mhm- my baby boy tastes so good," Minho hummed out once he had finished cleaning Felix up, as he chased his own high, still plunging his length deep into the younger's hole, hitting that gooey spot inside of him again and again that made Felix's eyes violently roll into the back of his head every time. Like he was getting fucking exorcised or some shit. "Makes me wanna force you to cum every single fucking day, that way I can have you on my tongue at all times."
Felix felt him stiffen up inside of him, as Minho reached his peak. Grabbing at his locks, Felix pulled the older man close to him, pressing his mouth against his and swallowing up the groans that escaped past Minho's lips as his orgasm racked through his body.
The blue-haired man felt stuffed to the brim, as Minho shuddered against him, collapsing into his frame as he rode out his own high. Felix could feel the warm seed leaking out of his hole, and once Minho had regained some of his composure, he straightened up and stared down at the center of them, where their two bodies met.
"Gonna breed you so well, your cute little tummy will be full of my seed when I'm finished with you." The edges of Minho's lips ticked up into a wicked smile, like the filthy plans he had for the two of them were already running rampant in his mind, as he gazed upon their connected bodies. Minho's softening cock twitched a few times inside of him, and Felix squirmed at the feeling of him slowly pulling out.
"I love you, Min," Felix breathed out shakily, just as Minho's dick pulled free from him. The younger male reached up and pressed a gentle kiss against his jawline. "I was too much of a coward to ever tell you- but now... I'm sick of hiding how I feel."
He felt one of Minho's hands come up close to his entrance, as his fingers gingerly fucked the seed back into his shivering hole. Felix practically melted under his touch, bones turning to liquid from all of the exhaustion and arousal.
"I love you too, baby boy..." Minho started after he was finished, hands coming around either side of Felix's face as he planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Fuck- I adore you, so much. Gonna keep you as mine forever, yeah? No one's ever gonna get to love or touch or fuck you again except for me."
Felix flashed him a toothy grin, wrapping his slim arms around Minho's neck and drawing him close to his frame. He snuggled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his bare skin, fingertips ghosting over the hard planes of his muscular abdomen. "I'll be yours until the end of eternity- always wanted to be, Min..."
He allowed Minho to heave him up from the kitchen countertop, resting in the silence there as the elder's strong arms came around his bare waist. Minho effortlessly moved them into Felix's bedroom, and soon, his shock-blue hair was disheveled across his pillow.
The younger man stared up at Minho with narrowed eyes, already feeling sleep come over him. It had been a long night - hell, a long couple of years - as he waited and wished for nothing but Lee Minho.
But now, he was here, hovering over him and tucking the soft duvet under his chin. Now here he was, pressing a handful of delicate kisses to his lips in the silence of the bedroom.
"Sweet dreams, my darling boy..."
His calming, familiar voice was the final straw that allowed Felix to slip into dreamland. The feeling of his strong arms coming up around his waist anchored him into the lull of sleep, the drag of his hips backward helped to ease his mind, as he nestled against the front of Minho.
And just like that, he was lifting off into the stars, falling into his exhaustion with the comforting feeling of the man he loved all around him and inside of him.
Fin.
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* power play by gorgonforhire
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Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
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Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Power Dynamics, Biting, Mild Blood, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, omegas have pussy be aware
summary
Minho takes care of Felix’s heats, tends to him when Felix is at his sleepiest, his most pliant and whiny. It’s an arrangement Chan is fine with, seriously fine, because Minho is a reasonable, poised alpha with iron self-control and that’s the kind of alpha who should be taking care of Felix. Just the scent of Felix’s heat makes Chan’s canines ache.
alpha lino domming chanlix simultaneously ;)
#power play#gorgonforhire#chanlix#minlix#also a bit of minchan but less so#skz#rated E#<5k#fin#oneshot
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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
pairing: minho x felix (minlix)
genre: nonidol!minho/nonidol!felix. minlix are professional dancers. childhood bfs to lovers au. confession au. post-breakup blues. angst!! fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. felix pov.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. thematic elements. there's angst in here (felix's in an abusive relationship, a scary incident happens between him and his ex). mentions of physical assault/violence is detailed. sexual assault is also alluded to. minho is really soft for him in this and takes care of felix a lot because... he's his baby. smut warnings below cut!!
word count: 9.6k
summary: felix thought he'd always be with his long-term boyfriend jicheul, until one drunken night ruins everything they'd built up together. and the only person he can turn to in his time of crisis is his childhood best friend, minho.
18+ warnings: dom!felix x sub!minho (but also they're both switches). minho finally gets to be the bottom in this one. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends). anal sex/fingering. jerking off happens. one hot blowjob. slight degradation (but not too much this time). pet names (baby boy, darling, kitten, etc). dirty thoughts/fantasies. LOTS of hair pulling & lube. slight breeding kink (🙄). dacryphilia. somewhat dumbification. overstimulation. nipple play. lots of dirty talk. subspace. loud sex.
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Lee Felix never intended for things to get this far.
He never meant to let everything escalate to this extent.
After having met Jicheul during his freshman year in university, he was all starry-eyed with love for the man. And for a while, everything was amazing. It felt like he was living in a dream - floating above the clouds thanks to his love.
But then the change started ever so subtly.
During their first anniversary, Jicheul had spent the night before drinking and partying with his friends at a nearby club. And when he came back home to their shared apartment that morning, he was drunk out of his mind.
When Felix tried to get him sober by making him some hangover stew and brewing him some green tee - Jicheul blew up at him. Cursing him out, smashing a nearby plate onto the kitchen's tiled floor. Then he was storming out of the apartment before Felix could even register what was going on.
On their first anniversary, they didn't celebrate it together. For one thing, because Felix didn't see his boyfriend for the entire until late that night. And secondly, because he couldn't pick himself up from his bed - buried deep under the covers, sobbing for hours on end because his boyfriend had practically abandoned him on such a special day.
That day, he cried so much that he physically ached by the time Jicheul returned home. His chest hurt so fucking much, and his eyes were puffy from all of the tears. But then Jicheul apologized to him, giving him a bouquet of red roses, and all was well in the world.
Although, Felix never told anyone else about his boyfriend's outburst. None of his family or friends knew about the broken dishes and spewed curses, and that's how he wanted things to stay.
But ever so slightly, over his sophomore year, Felix realized that he was pushing away his friends and family. He didn't see them quite as often anymore, and when he did, his mind was occupied with thoughts of his boyfriend - what he was doing right then and who he was with.
Felix watched on the sidelines of his life, as Jicheul gradually pulled him away from his entire support system. Like an infection that lazily spread throughout his body, his boyfriend took up everything - his thoughts, his habits, his entire life.
He chose to ignore the snide comments from his boyfriend - when he'd wear certain outfits or when he'd hang out with certain friends around the university. That's just his way of showing he cares about me, Felix always thought whenever Jicheul would degrade him for something.
And before Felix knew it, they were both graduating and celebrating their fourth anniversary together. But once again, just like their first and third one, Jicheul was nowhere to be found. All day, he was out of the house - and with each second that he was gone, Felix's heart broke just a little bit more.
When he finally arrived home to a sad-faced Felix, Jicheul rolled his eyes exasperatingly. "Oh fuck- I forgot, didn't I?" He said, voice all gruff from a long day at work. He had just started his new job at a local architect firm and they were working him to the bone with overtime.
Felix couldn't even find it in himself to say anything, instead swallowing around the dry lump forming in his throat. After that, Jicheul came over to him on the living room couch and sat down slowly.
"Let me make it up to you, hun," Jicheul started, leaning down to capture his lips up into a passionate kiss. "Let me fuck you nice and good for our special day, okay?"
And Felix didn't even say anything after that, instead choosing to let him take the lead. Before he knew it, Jicheul had them completely bare and was fucking him atop the living room couch, hands gripping tightly into his hips as his cock stretched him open.
"Feels good?" Jicheul asked, tucking a few strands of Felix's whispy blonde hair behind his ear. He thrust up into him a little more, the squelching sounds of lube and cum mixing around the apartment.
"Yeah, feels nice."
But Felix was lying.
It didn't feel nice, not at all.
It felt super fucking painful.
He wasn't in the mood and he couldn't even bring himself to cum at the end. So instead, he faked it, like he had done many times with Jicheul before. Felix was too depressed to feel anything blissful at that moment - head swimming with too many thoughts about them and their uncertain relationship.
For one thing, Jicheul fucked him way too hard. Although Felix liked it rough sometimes, he also liked things to be soft and gradual. Jicheul was like a bull, charging right out of the gate as soon as they had their clothes off. And initially, that had been something really hot to Felix. But after four years of the same raw power, the blonde male was pretty fucking sick of it all.
It wasn't until some months later after Felix had landed a job teaching dance at a local studio, that everything fell apart. The day had been long and some of his students hadn't listened to his teachings, which made things even worse for him.
As he stepped through the door to their apartment, he noticed how all of the lights were off. He froze in the kitchen when he saw a shadowy form sitting on the living room couch.
Running a hand through his hair, Felix sighed heavily. "Ji? Is that you?" He asked out into the gloam, too tired to even flip on a light.
"Where were you?" He could hear his boyfriend's voice extend out across the apartment, serious and monotone.
It was only then that Felix noticed the bottles of soju strewn across the kitchen's granite countertop. Oh fuck- not again. They had never really talked about Jicheul's drinking habit, it was just the elephant in the room that was always there.
And when he drank, he got violent.
"Uhm- I have work at night, remember? I was at the studio." Felix said, beginning to clear the countertop of the bottles and throwing them into the recycling bin. "I thought you knew."
"No, I didn't fucking know!" Jicheul exploded, and before Felix could even register the movement in the shadows, his boyfriend was right in front of him in the kitchen, all looming height and broad shoulders. "Are you fucking cheating on me?"
Felix stared up at him with wide eyes, the moonlight bleeding in from the nearby window, casting darkness across Jicheul's scowling face. "W-What? No, of course not! Why would you even-"
"I saw you with him..." Jicheul started, voice low as death. Felix looked down to see his hands balled into tight fists at his side, and he could smell the alcohol on his breath. He reeked of it. "With that- loser."
Felix frowned at that, the insult burning deep inside his veins and causing the anger to rise in his heart. "He's not a loser, Ji. he's my best friend."
"Best friends don't hold each other's waists and lean in to whisper shit to each other."
"Well maybe if you had a friend, you'd know when to tell the difference between romantic touch and platonic touch."
Felix didn't know why he had said it. It just... slipped out. The words fell from his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was insinuating.
And the next thing he knew, Jicheul was glaring down at him with that same devilish expression he sometimes got when he was especially angry after a drink. "Oh- you worthless piece of shit." He roared out, and before Felix could even react, he was moving again.
His head twisted towards the right, left cheek burning from the impact. Squaring his shoulders, Felix stared back at Jicheul. At that moment- there was nothing there. Felix felt utter emptiness, a shell of the person he had once been.
"I should teach you a lesson, huh?" Jicheul continued, hitting his cheek again with his fisted knuckle. "Teach you how to be my good little bitch."
He was wrestling Felix onto the kitchen floor in the next breath, legs coming around Felix's hips as he reached out to his face again and again. The blows were loud inside Felix's ears, his vision bursting to life every time Jicheul took a hit.
He could feel his face growing puffy, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the pain began to spread across his body. He desperately tried and failed to pry Jicheul off of his form - but the older male was too tall and strong to fend off.
And when Jicheul fit his two meaty hands around Felix's neck, everything came to a standstill. The gloam of the apartment bent and twisted around them, as he squeezed just a little harder.
"Fucking useless cunt- think you can cheat on me with that fucker from your childhood." Jicheul was spitting out, breathing down on Felix's face as his fingers dug into his windpipes.
Desperately, Felix grabbed at his wrists, trying to pull Jicheul off of him. "P-Please, I-" He gasped out for dear life, the tears streaming down his face, running across his cheeks and into his hairline.
"Yeah, that's right... Beg for it, you bitch. Beg for my mercy." His voice was venomous and seething, but already growing faint in Felix's ears.
He was losing air, and fast. If he didn't do something drastic, he'd die at the hands of Jicheul. "Please, Ji- I'm sorry, please- I won't see him again, ever. I promise, j-just please!" He sobbed out in a scream, the sound of it echoing around the apartment walls in a resonant, horrifying kind of way.
Jicheul peered down at him with a deep sneer, white teeth glinting in the darkness as the foul scent of soju danced around them. "I could kill you right now- kill you for your worthlessness." He began, nails clawing at the column of Felix's neck and drawing blood as the younger scrambled to get free. He felt lightheaded, eyes rolling into the back of his skull from the agony of it all. "But I won't... because I wanna teach you a lesson," then, almost as quickly as it had started, he was letting go of Felix. "That if you ever go behind my back again- I will end you."
Felix gasped out, taking in shallow breaths as his lungs filled up with precious air again. Jicheul said nothing more after that, leaving him a pile of messy, bloody flesh and limbs on the kitchen floor there. And before he knew it, Felix could hear the resounding slam of the front door.
Just like that, it was all over.
For a few heart-pounding minutes, Felix lay there. The cool tile underneath him soothed his inflamed skin. His fingers hurt from the clawing he had been doing at Jicheul, and everything else was in burning agony - his face and neck.
But especially, his heart.
Finally, coming to terms with what he had to do, the blonde male rose from the floor on shaky legs. He wobbled over to their shared bedroom, ignoring the bed they had fucked on top of for so many years and stumbling over to the closet. He ignored the burning in his heart and the searing pain radiating across his face. In a matter of minutes, he had a duffle bag packed - stuffed to the brim with clothes and a few toiletries.
Then he was hobbling over to the front door, slipping on his sneakers and fitting a severely oversized black hoodie over himself. You know, to cover up the abuse. He flitted out of the apartment in less than ten minutes, frantically looking around to make sure the coast was clear.
He had no plan for the road ahead, but he did know who he could go to for help with figuring it all out.
Lee Minho.
His best friend since childhood and the single most person Jicheul had continually thought Felix was cheating on him with. The accusations had been brewing for years, things Jicheul would throw Felix's way whenever he was extremely angry with work or drunk out of his mind.
The hour to Minho's place was grueling, as Felix moved rather slowly through the subway station. But when he finally made it to Minho's apartment in the heart of Seoul, Felix took in a relieved breath. He didn't even know if he would be up - since it was so late at night. But seeing as he was also a professional dancer himself, Felix assumed Minho would've just gotten back from the studio. After all, he had been working on perfecting this one new choreo of his for the past two months.
He rang the doorbell and knocked three times. For a few moments, nothing happened. The silence stretched on around him and the dread took over his entire system.
Maybe he wasn't home, maybe he was out having dinner with some friends, maybe he was still at the-
But then the large door in front of him was swinging open, and a wave of Minho's scent washed over Felix - of sharp, woodsy cologne and deep roasted coffee beans.
"Lix? What are you-" He began, voice a little incredulous with surprise.
Felix wasn't looking at him, he had his face pointed down to the ground, studying his shoes. The shame washed over him then, dragging down his shoulders and making his heart face. "D-Don't be mad at me... please."
"Yongbok-ah..." Minho said in a quiet voice, using Felix's Korean name that his parents had given to him. Although he went by Felix, Minho was the only one who called him Yongbok on rare occasions.
He found the courage inside himself to raise his head from its bent position, and the moment he met Minho's eyes, he knew he was a goner.
Immediately, his best friend was gasping out loud sharply, fitting a hand over his mouth in utter shock as his eyes roved down the length of Felix's face and neck. He could only assume what he looked like just then - battered, bloody, and bruised.
"I-I'm sorry, I-" Felix was already crying out, the sobs wracking through his entire body and making his heart beat out of his chest.
But Minho said nothing more, and instead just pulled him through the doorway, closing and locking it behind him before he enveloped Felix in the tightest, warmest hug the younger had ever felt.
"Yongbok..." Minho started in a quiet voice, hand running through the younger's blonde tresses as he cried harder at the name. "Yongbok-ah, what... what happened?"
Felix just buried his face a little more in Minho's chest, clutching at his shirt for dear life as his tears blurred his vision. "D-Don't wanna talk about it..." He mumbled between his wails, legs growing weak from all of the mental exhaustion he had been dealing with for the past few hours.
"Baby boy..." Minho said in a faint voice, the sound of the sweet pet name ghosting over the younger's ears and causing his mind to grow a little light-headed again. "Can you let me help you? Let me make it all better, hmm?"
And how could Felix ever say no to that? Say no to his best friend that was trying - wanting to help him so fucking much, when no one else would? When his boyfriend had destroyed him so much.
"Y-Yeah... yes please." Felix leaned away from his chest, peering up at Minho. The edges of his vision were cloudy, but he could still make out the way Minho stared down at him tenderly. And when he reached out to gently tuck a strand of Felix's hair behind his ear, the younger let him. He didn't flinch away, instead leaning into the touch.
"Wanna pick you up... can I do that, sweetheart?" Minho asked. He always wanted to know what Felix wanted - he never did anything that made the younger feel uncomfortable.
Felix found himself nodding in the next moment, and then Minho was picking him up from the ground bridal style, holding him close to his body and carrying him over to the bedroom where he sat him down atop the downy mattress before gathering up the first-aid kit.
The silence fell between them after that, as Minho diligently worked to clean Felix's face up. He swiped rubbing alcohol against the cuts, applying a healing cream to the small ones on his neck before wrapping everything up in bandages.
"It was...Jicheul," Felix began, while Minho tried to fix him up as best as he could. In the past, Felix had come to his best friend after incidents with Jicheul had happened - after they had gotten into a fight or Jicheul had broken something in the house out of anger. But nothing had been as bad as the present moment. "I came home from work and he had been drinking and he was fuming- spouting all this bullshit that I was cheating on him and then, the next thing I knew, we were on the ground and he was on top of me and-"
He didn't realize he was starting to cry again until Minho placed a delicate hand atop his shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. "Kitten... you don't have to say anything more if you don't want to."
Minho fit the first-aid supplies back into its container and sat back on his heels, taking Felix's hands into his and rubbing his thumbs across his knuckles slowly. "You know... I knew something like this would happen one day," he started to say, staring down at the way their hands were interlaced perfectly together. "After all the times you told me about his outbursts- it was only a matter of time before he turned everything onto you."
"I know... I know, I should've listened to you and everyone else... all the warning signs and the things you guys told me. And left his sorry ass, but I didn't."
Minho squeezed his hands a little bit then, forcing Felix to look up into his eyes and the way they held a delicate, sincere kind of light to them. "Honey... you were blindsided by the abuse. It's alright- I understand how such a thing can diminish your mind to a small thing."
"I know you're mad at me." Felix stared down at his lap and the way that their hands entwined together so flawlessly.
"Don't say that, Yongbok-ah," Minho said in a stern tone, just as he lifted Felix's hands to his mouth, offering his knuckles a gentle kiss. "I could never be angry at you. This isn't your fault- it never was. You were just the unfortunate person to get caught in the crossfire of... him."
Felix looked at him then. Like, really looked at his best friend. He saw so many emotions there on the elder's face - compassion, love, tenderness, and hidden beneath it all... rage.
"I just... wanted to make you happy, you know?" Felix whispered, voice cracking at the end of his words with all the feelings he had right then. "I wanted to make you proud. That's all I've ever wanted to do-"
"And you have, Yongbok-ah... you always do. Nothing you say or do could make me love you any less."
"Yeah, but it sure feels like I've let you down."
"It doesn't fucking matter how I feel, okay? You just escaped a psychopathic boyfriend, you are the main priority right now." Minho said in a grave voice, shaking his head slowly as he said the words. "Honestly, I should kill him with my bare hands for what he did to you- what he's been doing for the past five years."
Felix gaped up at him, eyes growing wide with concern. "N-No, please... don't. I can't lose you too. If you get locked away, I think I'll fucking die."
Minho leaned into him then, pressing their foreheads together gently. He chuckled softly, the warmth of it spreading across Felix's body and causing his heart to beat a little faster. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything drastic. I just... I'm really fucking angry right now, that's all."
"At me?" Felix asked, suddenly filled with so much concern again.
Minho leaned away just a tiny bit from him then, so close, that Felix could feel his warm breath fanning against his face. "No, never at you, Lixie." Then he was reaching out, brushing a gentle thumb across his tear-streaked cheek. "Who could ever be angry at such an adorable face?"
Everything grew quiet then, as their breaths mixed. For a moment, Felix thought his best friend would do something more - tip into him a little bit and kiss him. But instead, Minho just stared... into his eyes and around his face.
"Jicheul thought I was cheating on him with you."
Felix didn't know why he said it, the sentence just slipped out before he could reign his thoughts back in. Minho lifted a perfectly manicured dark eyebrow at him, chestnut-brown eyes glinting with a little bit of mischief.
"Well, isn't that comical..." His voice lilted off into the distance, as Felix caught his eyes lock onto his lips for just a second before they were rising again to meet his gaze. "But enough about that asshole- let's get you into bed."
Felix found himself agreeing with the older male, allowing Minho to help him underneath the thick duvet covers. He snuggled under the blankets, burrowing his face against the velvety pillow. But Felix opened his eyes again when he realized that Minho wasn't getting in next to him.
"Aren't you going to sleep too?" He asked, peering up at him with imploring, big eyes.
Minho stared down at Felix with a faint smile adorning his face. He tilted into his tucked-in form, brushing a few fingers through his blonde locks. "In a little bit... I have something to do first."
Felix nodded slowly, closing his eyes again at the absence of Minho's touch. "Okay, just... don't be too long, hmm?" He didn't want to admit it right then, but the thought of being left alone in such a dark room in such a large bed made his heart leap a little bit with anxiety.
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby boy."
Felix hid the smile that bloomed across his face at the nickname underneath the covers, and distinctly heard the click of the bedroom door shut as Minho left him to sleep.
As he was falling into dreamland, Felix could distantly hear Minho's soft voice through the apartment's thin walls.
"Yes, hi. My name is Lee Minho," he said in a hushed whisper. He waited a few beats and then continued. "I'd like to file a domestic violence report for my... friend..."
The next three weeks passed in a blur of Felix staying quiet and Minho allowing him time to heal. Felix didn't leave his side, and he was practically glued to his best friend's hip from the moment he woke up in the morning to the moment he came home from work at the dance studio.
It was two mornings after the incident, when Felix was practically clinging on for dear life to Minho's side that the elder looked down at him with a softness in his eyes. "I hate to leave you here like this..." They had spent the past weekend together, chilling out at his apartment, eating yummy food, and distracting Felix from all of the issues.
Shaking his head, Felix offered him a tiny, unconvincing smile. "It's fine... I'll be fine." But already, he could feel the prick of tears clouding the corners of his eyes."
"My poor, poor baby doll," Minho cooed softly, brushing a thumb underneath one of his eyes gently as he gave Felix's arm a light squeeze. "I won't be gone too long, yeah? Lunch is all ready and waiting for you in the fridge and there's plenty of shows to catch up on while I'm away."
"Okay..." Felix nodded, sniffling back the tears as he burrowed his face into Minho's thick jacket. "Just... come home right away, mhm?"
Minho was brushing some of his blonde locks behind his ear then, prodding him to look up and catch his stare once more. "Of course, doll face... you know I'll always come back for you."
And just like that, they had fallen into a rhythm together. Felix had decided to take a few weeks off from work - since he very well couldn't show up as bruised and beaten as he was. The worst part about it all, though, besides the wounds that Minho would help clean out every single night, was the mental effects of it all.
The late nightmares would keep him up until the wee hours of the morning. The loss of an appetite, the boredom and cloudy mind, racing heart, and the fear of being alone. And only after three days of sleeping out on Minho's living room couch - since he needed to put a boundary down somewhere - he found himself cuddled up next to the elder man, curled around his body as a wave of nightmare-fueled fear overtook his entire system.
Each time, Minho would lull him back to sleep. With gentle touches and satiny words and rocking to-and-fro. Like magic, Minho knew exactly what he needed, whenever he needed it.
But Felix could almost feel in the back of his mind - feel the knowing pulling deep within him - that he was beginning to overstay his welcome. After three whole weeks of being so cooped up in Minho's apartment both for safety reasons and for his sanity, Felix needed to get out. Needed to do something, look at something different, besides the four white walls of his best friend's place.
So that's how he found himself sitting in a corner booth at a local cafe near Minho's apartment. He had been there for hours already, sipping the day away with two whole cups of a pumpkin-spiced latte. He had brought a book to keep his mind busy, but instead of reading a single word, he just stared out the window.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten his phone back at Minho's apartment, so he had no way to check the time. But by the look of things outside the nearby cafe's window - he could take a pretty good guess as to the time of day. The sun began to set over the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of dusty rose and golden topaz. Minho would be coming home soon from work since he usually finished up around six thirty on most nights. Living with him, Felix was quickly beginning to learn - memorize - his best friend's schedule.
Just when Felix was about to stand up from his comfy spot in the cafe, he spotted a couple walking by, bundled up against the frigid October wind, holding onto each other's hands as they walked with wide smiles adorning their faces. The sight of it all caused Felix's heart to shift and squeeze inside his chest, and he found himself sitting back in his chair, taking in the sight of them... not having a care in the world, oblivious to the pain that could happen in the future. The rift that might ultimately split them apart.
Seeing the couple reminded Felix of Jicheul... of the way they used to be when they first started dating back during their university days. They were so fucking in love with each other and head over heels. And within only a few months of dating, they were moving in with one another... that's how much they always wanted to be together.
But then, somewhere along the way, things had irrevocably shattered. Jicehul's drinking problem got worse and he got angry more easily and everything just... started to turn to shit.
Felix could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks in silent rivulets as he sat there, staring off into the distance, eyes trained on the waning daylight and how the moon slowly began to rise high in the sky. He sat there, oblivious to how late it was growing, wallowing in his sorrow.
It felt like his heart was about to shatter all over again, cracking open and turning raw and bloody... just like it had some weeks ago. Everything hurt - his body and his mind and his heart and... he just wanted to forget about it all and move on.
But apparently, he couldn't.
Nothing could help, not the movies, the food, or the board games. Not the moments he'd spend with Minho late at night at his apartment.
No one could help him.
He was all alone and-
His frantic, dark thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a finger tapping on his shoulder. He turned to the side to catch a glimpse of one of the cafe's employees looking down at him with a concerned face. "Uhm- sir... I'm about to close up the store- it's almost eleven."
Felix shot up from his seat with wide eyes, running an embarrassed hand through his hair and chuckling softly. "Oh, my bad- I didn't realize how late it had gotten... have a good night." Then he was flitting out of the cafe's front doors before the young girl who had served him his drinks a lot earlier in the day could see his state of mind. Could see the tears trailing across his freckled cheeks.
He held his book close to his chest the entire time he made the short trek back to Minho's apartment, heart clenching painfully in his chest.
He was so tired.
So fucking exhuasted.
He just wanted to lie down, go to sleep, and never wake up.
And then he made it to Minho's front door, keyed in the code, and locked the thing behind him as he stepped in. The palace was completely dark - void of any kind of light.
Immediately, he was brought back to that night- when he had come home from a long day at work to find Jicheul sitting in the living room, all alone...
"Where have you been?"
Minho's dry voice rang out across the apartment, and Felix shook in a wave of deja vu as he stared across the kitchen towards the doorframe of Minho's bedroom, where the elder was standing rigidly.
"Minho-hyung, I-"
"Do you have any fucking idea how worried I've been?" The elder began, voice low as death and gravelly at the edges. The sounds of it made Felix's shoulders tremble as he placed his book down on the nearby kitchen counter. "Do you have any idea how many fucking times I called you, trying to reach you?"
"I left my phone here- I'm sorry, I forgot."
Minho let out a dry, humorless chuckle. The sound of it made Felix's heart leap in his stomach, the lump forming in his throat. "Why the fuck would you leave it here when you know how I get?"
Feeling all of the anger and strife and sadness from the past few weeks build up inside of him, Felix burst out, "I'm sorry- okay?! I'm sorry I didn't take my phone with me and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was at that local cafe just down the road!"
But Minho was right, Felix knew how he got. The younger male had already done something similar a week before, slipping out of the apartment and visiting a nearby 7-Eleven to pick up some breakfast early in the morning. Minho had called him frantically thirty minutes later, while Felix was checking out, wondering where he was.
The tears were springing free from Felix's eyes soon after his explosion, and he reached out towards the kitchen's cool marble countertop to grip onto the coolness for dear life. "I'm sorry- it's all my fault, I shouldn't have- shouldn't have done it," he shouted out, voice cracking in pain in tandem with his weak heart. "I'm so fucking stupid... I know that- you don't have to tell me- no one has to tell me because I already know."
With his eyes closed, he failed to see the shadows in the room moving, failed to notice that Minho was nearing him with quick, quiet steps.
"I'm sorry..." Minho started, his voice so close to Felix that he tore his eyes open to notice how near the red-haired male was to him. "Lix... I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to get angry, I just... I got so fucking worried when I came home and you weren't here and then it got later and you weren't answering your phone..."
Felix scrubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away. But they wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop his heart from shattering or his legs from quaking. "Everything slipped my mind. I needed to get out of this place and I guess I forgot to bring my phone, I'm sorry." His head drooped down, his focus landing on the dark tiled floor at his feet.
"Yongbok-ah... look at me, please." The distress in Minho's voice was palpable, but still, Felix couldn't heed his words. Then Minho was fitting a few fingers under his chin, gently tilting his head up so that their gazes locked. There, Felix found an ocean of feelings - agony, anger, but most importantly... adoration. He swallowed at the sight of it all, eyes puffy and face still sore. "I just... I would fucking kill myself if anything happened to you. I just want you to be safe and okay forever, you know? I love you so much, and if anyone- especially that fucker, ever laid their hands on you I'd-"
"You saying all of that won't help," Felix cut him off, shaking his head slowly in defeat. The tears had finally stopped and now he was just left as a shell of the man that he had once been - mind empty and heart beating lowly in his chest. "Nothing helps. Nothing will help. It's over. I'm... I'm done."
Then he was dragging out of Minho's grip in the next beat, and Minho didn't stop him. Because that's the kind of best friend he was - he wasn't going to force Felix to do anything he didn't want to, no matter what it was. Felix made for the nearby bedroom, face blank as he heard Minho trail in behind him.
"Don't say that Yongbok-ah... you know things will get better." The elder male was saying in a low tone.
But Felix just wanted to forget it all, forget all of the pain and heartache, and move on from it. But he couldn't, because that shit was here to stay.
"You've done enough for me, Hyung. I'm sick of taking, taking, taking from you and not giving anything back."
"You being here is enough of a payback - you being my friend is enough."
"No, it's not, and you know it."
"How do you know what's enough for me and what's not?"
Felix was turning around on his heels then, throwing his hands up frantically in the air. "Because I just do, okay?! I know that you're sick of me and that I can never repay you, and- and that I've overstayed my welcome." His voice cracked at the end of his words, but he refused to cry again. Refused to do anything more but stand there, near the bed, as Minho faced him just a few paces away.
"You don't know me, Felix."
"Yes, I do."
Minho was nearing him after that, face softening exponentially and lips pressing into a firm line as he folded his arms across his chest. "Then I guess you also know that I've been in love with you since fucking high school."
After that, everything stopped.
The air flowing through Felix's lungs stopped,
His heart stopped,
Hell, even his brain stopped.
All of him, every single fiber of his being, honed down to a single point. He could only focus on the red-haired man before him, his best friend since he was a little boy, and the words that he had just spoken into existence.
The confession he had just blurted out.
"Minho- what..." Felix began, but Minho was nearing him already, taking ahold of his hands and squeezing them slowly.
"It's okay, Yongbok-ah, I understand that this isn't the right time and you don't feel the same about me. But I just wanted you to know that I-"
But Felix didn't give him any more time to speak after that.
Instead, he just took ahold of Minho's face, hands fitting around his jaw and bringing him closer than ever before.
Their lips crashed together in the next instant.
It was explosive and otherworldly and... and everything Felix had ever wanted and dreamed and hoped of.
With a clash of teeth and the press of plushness, Minho was groaning into the kiss, hands quickly scrambling for something to hold. Desperately, he clutched at Felix's hips just as Felix pressed in a little closer to him.
Felix's tongue prodded at the line of his lips, and Minho allowed him entrance in the next breath, their tastes dancing a lilting kind of tango. In their haste of passionate kisses, Minho somehow managed to hoist Felix up into the air, holding him steady as the younger wrapped his legs around his waist.
In a matter of seconds, Minho was moving then, walking towards the bed. And then everything happened all at once... with Minho throwing Felix down onto the bed with his slim legs still wrapped around the elder's waist. Felix's blonde locks fanned out against the downy pillows as Minho's tongue teased against his.
Silence lapsed between them, the only sounds filling up the entire room being the noises that came from between them - wet lips and low groans and breathy cries.
Before anything could go further though, Minho was yanking away from Felix. Hands still digging into his hips, his fingers pressed in close to the younger's oversized grey sweatpants. "W-We shouldn't... Bokkie... it isn't- doesn't feel right..." He began, but already, Felix was trying to coax him back into the kisses - reaching up and twirling a few fingers through his crimson locks.
"Why? Because I just got out of a shitty relationship? Because we're best friends?" Felix questioned, silently enjoying the way his lips felt puffy and kiss-swollen. He felt hot all over and could feel the tent in his pants steadily growing.
Minho gave him a deep frown, palms sinking into the plush mattress at Felix's side. The younger wanted to whine out and cry for the absence of his touch against his hips, but he decided he'd save the begging for... later.
"Yeah- and just... you can't possibly want this right now- want me."
Felix made a noncommittal, low hum in his throat, before his hand drew away from the elder's crimson locks and his fingers were brushing against his smooth, milky cheek. "We'd be fools to ignore the shit that's been brewing between us for years, Minho. Almost everyone in our life has thought we've been dating at some point. Hell, even Jicheul accused me of cheating on him with you."
Minho frowned slowly, dark brows pulling together and eyes lighting up with a swarthy mix of barely checked desire and uncertainty. "I'm not going to be a fix for your problems, Felix- I can't be. That's something you have to work through yourself."
"I'm not asking you to be one. I just..."
Minho tipped into him, gently pressing their foreheads together and breathing fire down across his face as he prodded Felix to continue. "What, Lix? What is it?"
"I need to forget- just for a little bit, you know?"
The elder tilted away from his frame, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow his way. "And you think I'm gonna be the perfect fit for that?"
Felix shrugged slowly, brows crumpling as the words flowed from his lips freely, in a soothing tone. "I think that... I've always loved you- in more ways than just a friend can. And now is the culmination of all these pent-up emotions finally coming to a head so... why wait any longer?"
At his confession, Minho let out a low groan, nose digging into the crook between Felix's neck and shoulder blade. "Fuck, you don't know how long I've waited to hear that..."
"Help me, Hyung," Felix began after that, moving Minho's face so that they were staring at each other once more. "Can you do that... help me?"
Slowly, Minho ended up nodding, a dark smirk pulling across his lips as he gave Felix a heated kiss. "Where do you want me? How?"
But Felix didn't even need to reply, as he gripped a little harder onto Minho's waist and turned their bodies in a tumble of limbs. Soon, Minho was the one with his spine sinking into the mattress, crimson locks messy against the grey-colored duvet.
"L-Like this..." Felix muttered in barely-controlled lust, as his hands found their way to the waistline of Minho's joggers. He peered up at the older in silence, asking for permission. And when he got the all-clear, he was shucking them and his boxers away.
Instantly, Minho's cock sprang to life from being released out of the confines of his pants. Felix sat back on his heels between Minho's spread legs for just a few seconds, taking in deep breaths.
Because fuck, was it big.
Veiny, too. With a girth so wide, Felix had no idea how the night was going to end.
The tip was already pink and leaking out precum, the thin sheen casting a pretty glow against Minho's thighs. The bedroom was altogether dark, save for the pulled curtains nearby that offered a small amount of faint moonlight to bleed into the space between them.
"F-Fuck, you're so pretty..." Felix started, bringing his hands up to his lips and spitting on them dutifully before he reached out with supple anticipation toward Minho.
And the elder stayed completely still and silent for a few moments, as Felix felt him out. Curious palms wrapping around the base, fingers gripping just slightly before he began dragging his hands up to the tip, thumb playing with the leaking slit there.
Minho squirmed underneath him, and Felix caught his stare - the way his pupils were already blowing out and the way a dusting of a pinkish blush bloomed across his cheeks, trickling down the column of his neck.
"F-Feels so good, Bok... holy shit-" Minho croaked out in a resonant voice, moving his hips upwards just a tiny bit in time with Felix's touch.
As Felix began to play with Minho's cock with one of his hands, the other found its way to the hemline of Minho's baggy sleeping t-shirt. The one he always wore when he wanted to have a relaxing night around the house.
Slowly, in tandem with his tugs, his fingers lifted Minho's shirt. Until he caught sight of his soft, muscular abdomen, smooth skin gleaming in the twilight hours. His cute pink nipples pebbled against the cool night air, And soon, Felix found himself tilting into him slightly, mouth dropping open as his lips locked around one of his pecks, tongue coming out to poke around there at the bud before he began to suck with a vengeance.
The entire time, his attention was focused on the elder male; from the way that he writhed underneath his touch, hips thrusting against Felix's hand that was circling his hard cock, to the way that Minho allowed breathy, high-pitched moans to escape from between his lips.
"Never knew you'd be this way- so supple and pliant..." Felix chuckled darkly, as he squeezed a little harder around his cock, earning a low cry from the elder. Wet saliva leaked out from Felix's mouth, as he lapped at Minho's peaked buds. "You like this? Like your little angel Bokkie to fuck you... to suck on your nipples and squeeze my hands around your cock?"
Minho was nodding vehemently after that, swallowing down a large gulp and tearing his screwed-shut eyes open to look down at Felix. At the way his teeth clamped down around his peaked nipples and the way his fingers circled around his cock. "Y-Yeah... you have no fucking idea how long I've thought about this... fantasized about it."
"Bet you fantasized about other things too, hmm?" Felix mused, mouth trailing kisses down the center of his stomach and nearing his bare hips. "Bet you dreamed about this mouth wrapped around your dick- sucking you dry."
Slowly, Minho let out a low chuckle. "That too-"
But Felix didn't let him finish his train of thought, as he dropped his jaw wide open and fit his lips around his cock in the next instant. Hand playing at the base of Minho, tickling his balls, Felix began to bob his head up and down along his shaft, swirling his tongue with each movement of his neck.
"Ah- fuck!" Minho cried out, reaching for the younger's head and gripping at his bleached locks, guiding his movement along his cock to right where Minho needed him most. "Right there... fuck, Lix, you're sucking me off so well."
Felix hummed against his length, his lips slick and swollen from all of the kissing and sucking. The tip of Minho hit the back of his throat soon after that, but his gag reflex was nowhere to be found, and he took it all in stride. Lips parted around Minho's cock, Felix hollowed out his cheeks with each slow drag of his mouth.
Up and down, up and down.
The lewd, nasty sounds coming from Felix’s mouth were enough to make him lose just a little bit more of his sanity. And in that moment, he wasn’t thinking about anything else - just focused on Minho and trying to make him feel good. Trying to make himself forget about all the other shit in his life. Slowly, his hand pulled away from Minho’s cock and began to work at the waistband of his own joggers.
Then Felix moved his mouth off of Minho's cock, licking his lips clean of the pre-cum that had been leaking out of his puffy tip. “Can I use you, Min? Please?” He asked, as he ripped off his own boxers and t-shirt and threw them onto the ground behind him. “Let me fuck you nice and deep- help me feel good, please?”
And Minho mewled out weakly, shaking his head in reply as his lips parted open in a breathless, whispery moan. “Holy shit- yes, yes… do whatever you have to do to help yourself. Be selfish, just- take it all out on me.” The rest of his words caught in his throat as Felix’s cock sprang to life in front of him. All red and swollen and leaking an obscene amount.
Before Felix could regain any solid part of his sanity, he was reaching over across Minho and into the nearby nightstand. One day when he had been searching for a phone charger, he had caught a glimpse of a bottle of lube and condoms hidden underneath the piles of papers and books right there in the drawer. He plucked the half-used bottle of lube out, drenching his fingers and cock in the slippery, sweet-smelling liquid.
“Strawberry flavored?” He mused, raising a quizzical eyebrow Minho’s way as he neared him again, pressing his mouth against his and trailing his tongue around the line of his lips. “I didn’t take you for such a romantic…”
“Just- shut up already,” Minho murmured against his lips, but when Felix pulled away just a tiny bit, he saw the blush creeping across the older’s face, painting everything in a pink-toned hue.
Gradually, Felix’s fingers trailed their way between Minho’s legs, his other hand gripping on tight to his bare hip. “Just breathe in for me, yeah?” He coached, as his lubed fingers played with Minho’s rim. He could feel the older stiffen underneath him, eyes widening as soon as Felix began to slip a single finger inside his entrance. “Relax… it’ll only hurt for a few seconds.”
Minho reached out to Felix, hands coming up behind the nape of his neck, digits gripping at the blonde locks there as his eyes screwed shut. “To be honest- I haven’t bottomed in a while… I’m always the top, most of the time.” He whispered, mouth falling open and legs widening a little bit more in supplication as Felix added another finger.
“Hmm- you sure stretch out nice against my fingers though,” Felix said in a deep, prideful coo. He peppered light kisses across Minho’s face, mouth playing with the delicate features of his nose and cheeks. “Real nice and easy… I’d never guess you hadn’t bottomed recently, from the way your hole is sucking my hand in so nicely.” Just then, he added in a third finger, pumping in and out shallowly to get Minho accustomed to the feeling of it all.
Desperately, Minho’s eyes shot open and he bit down hard on his bottom lip. “N-No more foreplay… need you to fuck me right now… use me to forget about everything else…”
And how could Felix ever deny him something like that?
Ever deny such a stunning, angelic face, being scrunched up so wonderfully, lips parted and legs wide open just for him?
In no time at all, he was massaging the lube around his own cock, lining up his tip to Minho’s entrance, entire attention focused on the way that he slowly sunk into his hole. The stretch was incredible- making Minho convulse in pleasure underneath Felix as he gradually bottomed out inside of him.
“A-Ah… fuck!” Minho cried out the moment Felix froze in his place for a few beats to let him adjust. Then the elder’s face was darkening, his eyes growing swarthy as he stared up at Felix with dim, lust-filled feelings dancing right there in his irises. “Keep going, Lix… fuck me hard, please…”
That was all Felix needed to set him off.
Instantly, he was yanking out of Minho almost entirely, teasing Minho’s rim with his throbbing tip before plunging back into him at break-neck speed. The elder’s eyes burst open in surprise from the impact of it all, moaning out like a fucked-over anime bitch from the hentai mangas Felix sometimes read.
For a few moments, no words were spoken between the two of them. The room filled up with the sounds of Felix’s low grunts as he pounded into Minho at an ungodly speed. Meanwhile, Minho was squirming against the bed, crying out in pleasure every time the tip of Felix hit against that warm, star-filled spot deep inside of him.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this-“ Felix began in a deep growl, the tension around them snapping every time he felt his cock dig further and further between Minho’s squeezing walls. Rolling his hips against the elder, Minho began to meet his thrusts halfway, his arousal dripping out of the head of his pink, swelled cock. “My sweet, sweet cockwhore- legs wide open and eyes rolled back into your skull as I fuck your brains out…”
And he could feel how Minho liked his words - the dirty little thing liked the filthy ways Felix was speaking to him. It was apparent by the way the blush across Minho’s face bled into the column of his neck. It was apparent by the way that he whined out in pure, unadulterated bliss. And it was especially apparent by the way his back arched up and off of the mattress below him- walls fluttering around Felix's cock.
Felix continued at his unreal pace, surprising himself with how much stamina he had at that moment. He was chasing his release rabidly, jerking in and out of Minho’s hole without any sort of mercy. And Minho loved every second of it as his nails skirted down Felix's bare back, nails scratching at his spine.
“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Lix, I can’t-“ Minho hissed out, and Felix could feel the way the elder's hole clamped down a little harder around him, as the elder braced for his climax. “Can’t take it any longer- need to-“
But Felix was already guiding him through it all, hands reaching down between their hips that were meeting together with each thrust, taking hold of Minho’s rigid cock. “That’s it, darling… cum for me, hmm? Let it all out…” His voice was profound and lilting, coaxing out a slur of breathless moans and curses from Minho as he jerked his hand up the length of Minho at the pace that he drilled his cock into him.
For a moment, Minho went completely still - frozen, like a statue made out of pure, sparkling-spun glass. Then, all at once, everything collapsed and he was falling down the cliffside - hole pulsing around Felix’s cock as he jerked from side to side. The release was otherworldly - if the look on Minho’s face was anything to go by. His jaw dropped open, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, tears pricking at the corners of his long, dark lashes, the prettiest of cries falling from his swollen lips as Felix led him through his release. His seed spilled out across the younger’s small hand, covering his palm in stark whiteness.
Just from the sight of the older coming undone right before him, Felix was losing his last bit of control. “I-I’m going insane, fuck- need to…” He breathed out senselessly, chasing his high. His hips stuttered against Minho’s, as his release ripped right through his entire being. The bright-hot, crimson heat of it flooded through his system, lighting up his veins in brilliant casts of gold and violet. His cock swelled deep inside of Minho, his hips shallowly fucking his dripping release back into the older male with each pulse of the heat that coated his mind over and over again in pure, cosmic bliss.
When he was finally finished, Felix looked down to catch a glimpse of a glowing Minho, his entire face lit up with ecstasy, a huge grin pulling at the corners of his lips. Felix took one last powerful thrust, pushing the rest of his seed into the older, drawing out another weak whine from him.
“Why are you smiling like a maniac?” Felix chuckled, still staring down at the red-haired man, as he brought his hand away from Minho’s cock. His digits were covered and sticky, but he made diligent work of licking them clean. Much to Minho’s delight, he let out a low groan at the sight of it. “Damn- was my cock that good?” He made no move to pull out just yet, loving the way Minho’s warm walls hugged against his cock so tightly. The fit was immaculate.
Minho was already shaking his head though, hands playing with the messy locks of sweat-slick hair that had dipped into the front of Felix’s eyes from his excessive fucking. “Nah- just… I can’t believe I just got fucked by my best friend… something I’ve been wanting for so long, you know?”
That made a furious blush creep across Felix’s cheeks, as he tipped down into Minho, pressing a few light kisses against his red mouth. The older’s hair was disheveled, his shirt halfway pulled up across his chest, showcasing the sensitive red marks Felix had left with his attention there at his nipples.
“To be honest, I can’t believe it either,” Felix started, voice a low rasp against Minho’s lips. “And you were right- you did help me. In so many different ways. I don’t know how I’m ever gonna be able to repay you.”
For a moment, the silence stretched on between them. And when Felix tilted his head to the side awaiting Minho’s reply, the older just yanked him closer, mewling a tiny bit from the way Felix’s cock pressed further into his sensitive hole. “You can start your repayment by fucking me like that every single night… how does that sound?”
Threading his sticky digits through Minho’s red locks, Felix pressed another handful of kisses against his mouth, stealing the breath right out of the older’s lungs. “To be honest, that sounds like a fucking dream to me.”
And then their limbs tangled up again, and they were pressing into each other, kissing their worries away, hands exploring softly, and sighs flooding from parted lips.
It didn’t matter that Felix wasn’t over his ex.
It didn’t matter that he still had a long process to get over him - with loads of therapy and long talk sessions with his friends and family.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t know where he was going to go.
Because right then, all he wanted to do was delve into Lee Minho. Feel him in so many different ways. Ways that he never imagined he’d get to feel, in all his years of knowing the older male. Ways he never thought he’d want to feel in the first place, until Minho’s thoughts on him became apparent, and Felix realized he shared similar inclinations.
His best friend had been right, in the end.
Perhaps not everyone could help Felix,
But the person who could be the most successful in helping him along on his healing journey was Minho.
Whether that be in the bedroom, or out of it.
He was always going to be there, no matter what.
No matter who got in the way - abusive, insane exes, life-filled drama, rain or shine.
Lee Minho was there to stay.
Fin.
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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.
pairing: minho x felix (minlix)
genre: idol!minho/idol!felix. introvert minho & extrovert felix. literally grumpy and sunshine troupe. hurt/comfort. angst!! fluff. pining galore. slightly suggestive at some points. minho pov. confession au! minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst is FELT in this one. hurt feelings and misunderstandings abound. minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-
word count: 3.5k
summary: although they were complete opposites, minho and felix got along perfectly - fit together like the two halves of a silvery moon. at least, that's what minho had initially thought for years, until felix suddenly starts outright avoiding him.
a/n: this one's on the pure, angsty side of things ya'll. a little bit suggestive, but nothing too spicy. 🫣 I'm srsly abt to kms over this entire thing, I'm literally losing my fucking MIND over how good this shit is??? 😭😫 also, their perf at lola?? yeah, it's gonna take me at LEAST 30 full business days to get over that shit. 😃👍🏼 ANYWAYS .... if ya'll are looking for more minlix content from me, check out the series on ao3 that this oneshot is apart of... it's pretty much nsfw for now, but I plan to write more angsty/fluffy stuff for it in the future as well!! 🤡
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It was a universally known fact that Lee Minho was a total and complete introvert.
A textbook one, to be honest.
Hating big crowds, quiet in group settings. You know, the usual traits for an introvert.
And everyone around him seemed to know this fact. They all acknowledged it and respected his boundaries. The boys always took into account his needs and his limits and never pushed him to the brink.
Even if the teasing could sometimes get a bit out of hand.
At least, everyone except Lee Felix knew about Minho's introverted ways.
Or perhaps, the younger male realized it but just failed to take into account the way he should treat Minho differently from the rest.
So instead of avoiding inviting Minho out to big parties, Felix was always the first to ask him to join.
And how could Minho ever possibly say no to him... to that face?
With that cute, little pouty mouth and those constellations of freckles and those starry eyes?
Usually, Minho almost always gave in to Felix's requests.
He was under no obligation to do so, though. They were only bandmates. Only best friends.
Nothing else.
But sometimes, when he was persuaded to go out on the town with Felix, that small voice in the back of his head would make its appearance. Telling Minho that he should just confess his feelings. That he should just admit to what he was thinking about Felix.
Yeah, he only thought about such things sometimes...
The dark, twisted musings he often had of the younger, turquoise-blue-haired male definitely didn't bubble up into his head regularly.
No, definitely not...
Nevertheless, Felix seemed to continually live in ignorant bliss about Minho's introverted ways. Almost like, his life was so bright and full of sunshine, that he couldn't see anything past his extroverted way of thinking.
This became apparent by how fucking talkative he was.
Especially at the end of the day, when their schedules were done and they had arrived home at the dorm.
Felix always seemed to trap Minho when Seungmin and Jeongin were away, either busy getting ready for bed or watching a tv show in their respective bedrooms.
Like a spider catching a wee fly in its web, Felix would corner Minho throughout their shared dorm - whether it was in the kitchen, living room, or bathroom.
The conversations were always pretty mindless, with him usually rambling off about the day's activities. And almost all of the time, Minho just listened.
Never interrupting, never stopping him.
Sure, he was really fucking tired from the workday.
And sure, he kind of wanted to unwind in his own space... get lost in his head, and stay in the silence that he loved so much.
But he also kind of loved the conversations.
Albeit, they were quite one-sided, although Felix didn't seem to mind one bit.
To be honest, he didn't even seem to notice Minho's quietness most of the time.
He'd just follow Minho around the house, chatting up a storm, gesturing with his tiny hands elatedly.
And the older male would just nod fondly and hum when he deemed it necessary.
So just like that, they fell into a routine.
A unique rhythm.
Where Felix was allowed to prattle on for hours at the end of the way, and Minho got accustomed to de-stressing with the sound of his voice in the background.
Just the sound of his deep, rumbly voice after a long day, stretching on and on, seemed to do something intoxicating to Minho's brain.
Caused an infection to spread like wildfire.
And soon enough, he found it hard to fall asleep late at night if he didn't get a chance to hear how Felix's day had gone.
It was relaxing, to hear him chat about everything. It lulled Minho into a dream-like state, softening his harder edges and making his muscles sink into a sleepy pile of limbs.
That's how the two of them ended up in the dorm's kitchen late one night, with Minho calmly cooking up a shrimp pasta dish for dinner while Felix sat on a nearby barstool, talking about his day.
"Minji said that I should try like, a neon purple colour for our next comeback..." He trailed off, the sound of Minho chopping up an onion overtaking the lull of stillness between them. "What do you think, Hyung? I don't know if I would-"
Minho stopped chopping then, staring up at him with a faint smile, "Lix, you look amazing in any colour. Don't stress about it, yeah?" And he watched, as the happiness brightened up Felix's entire face in the form of a huge grin. Minho's heart beat wildly against his ribcage just at the sight of it, thumping painfully loud in his ears and drowning out all other sounds.
"Thanks, Hyung. I can always count on you to give it to me straight..." Then he kept talking, and all the while the older male continued to prepare dinner for them.
He was used to the routine.
He liked the routine the two of them had.
Loved the habits they were forming together late into the night.
So then, months later, upon the sudden stark change in Felix's demeanor, it was like Minho's entire world shifted on its axis.
No longer would the younger boy come home and seek him out immediately.
Instead, Minho would oftentimes find him holed up in his room, playing video games on his computer or watching TikToks snuggled up in his bed.
No longer did Felix lean against the kitchen counter and tell him all about his feelings on their newest activities while Minho cooked dinner for everyone.
Instead, Minho would catch a glimpse of him hunched over at the kitchen table, nose buried in a book as he quickly scarfed up a plain bowl of rice and a fried egg.
No longer did the blue-haired man sit next to Minho on the living room couch late into the night, mindlessly commenting on the characters in the drama that they were watching together.
Instead, Minho would notice him curled up in the corner of the living room's armchair, laptop on the coffee table as he engrossed himself in the newest American action movie.
And it really fucking hurt.
To fall out of such a routine.
To realize how much he relied on it all.
How much he relied on Felix.
To miss it so much, that he could feel his heart squeezing painfully each second Felix spent his nights away from him.
Almost like, he was avoiding Minho altogether.
Minho would lie awake in bed late at night, just staring mindlessly up at the ceiling. His mind and heart racing in tandem as he tried to recall the moment when things had gone amiss.
Did he say something?
Did he do something wrong?
He knew that Felix was a sensitive soul, which was why he always treated him delicately.
He treated him differently than he did the other members.
And every night, he could never come up with a solid conclusion as to why things had gone south.
When finally, things came to a head.
It was after a painfully grueling night in the practice room that Minho came home to a dark, hushed dorm. He was exhausted - both mentally and physically.
All he wanted at that moment was to lay his eyes on him - to hear his voice, soothing all of his worries from the day away. Like dark chocolate melting in a warm saucepan.
The others were still out, finishing up their schedules for the night. And the dorm felt barren and void of all life.
Except, as Minho stepped out of the entryway, he noticed the single overhead light of the stovetop flicked on. There was Felix, perched atop the granite countertop, a white porcelain bowl in his hand.
He didn't even notice that the older male was home. He was so focused on eating his cereal that he failed to hear the sound of Minho's gym bag plopping down on the marble floor.
Just like that, Minho's weak heart finally came to a standstill. Breaking irrevocably.
The shards that he was left with stirred around inside of his chest painfully, seeming to stab his lungs as he slowly approached the kitchen.
It hurt to breathe.
Hurt to walk.
Even still, he managed to push through the agony of it all.
It was only then that Felix looked up and caught sight of him. He offered him a fleeting smile, "Oh- hi, Hyung. I didn't see you there." He said, just as he shoveled in another spoonful of cereal, swinging his legs back and forth in the air nonchalantly.
Minho remained silent for one beat,
Two beats,
Three beats.
Destroyed heart clambering in his chest, exhaustion overtaking his entire mind, shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Why don't you do it anymore?"
The words came out soft and wobbly, barely above a whisper. Minho was speaking like someone else was in the room - like the others were lingering around.
But it was just them.
With Felix sitting atop the kitchen countertop and Minho but a few steps away, at a standstill, spine completely frozen.
"W-What?" Felix asked, dark brows furrowing in confusion. He had no idea what Minho was talking about.
Of course, he wouldn't.
It's not like they talked about it.
Hell- they barely even talked at all. Hadn't in what felt like fucking months.
"You barely even give me the time of day anymore," Minho started, voice a little shaky as his hands trembled at his sides. He had to force his fists into balls, to stop them from quivering so badly. "Barely say ten words to me all day." He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to point out the elephant in the fucking room. But it was too obvious to avoid anymore. Too painful to brush under the rug. "What happened, Lix? What happened to all of those nights when we'd talk and have fun together?"
"You mean when I'd talk."
His words cut through Minho like a knife. The pointed edge of them icy against his flesh, tearing him up in a cruel kind of way.
"No, I mean-"
Felix took in a deep sigh, before placing his bowl of cereal down on the countertop next to him. He sat back a little bit so that he could get a clear view of the crimson-haired man. He leveled the elder with a serious face, brows still furrowed and that pretty pink mouth pressed into a firm line. "I was always the one talking, Minho. You barely said two words most of the time."
The use of his name caused the hurt to swish in Minho's stomach, forcing him to feel miserably queasy at that moment. Because Felix never called him that.
"I don't know what-" He began, but was cut off by Felix holding a small hand up in the air.
His eyes, which were locked with Minho's, said it all.
He was already done with the conversation. He had said all that he wanted to.
There was just... nothing there anymore.
"It's fine, Hyung. Really. You don't have to apologize or anything. I get it." He said, voice dull and lifeless.
Where was the Lee Felix that Minho had grown to love?
Where was the bright ball of sunshine that he had matured right alongside with?
Where was he?
Because this Felix- the one with a cool gaze and a deep-set frown, was not his Felix.
"You really don't get it, do you?" Minho said, tone faint and wavering. He was nearing Felix then, watching as the younger halted in his place. Spine going rigid, he sat up a little straighter.
And then Minho was just before him, placing his arms on either side of Felix's hips, palms pressing into the chilly marbled countertop. Caging the younger man in, and staring down at him with a wildly-beating destroyed heart and a huge lump forming in his throat.
Felix turned his head up, catching his gaze with wide eyes. The cotton-candy pink of a flush was already traveling up the milky skin of his neck, pooling into his cheeks and casting a bright red galaxy against his freckles. Already, he was getting flustered from their proximity.
"Do you even realize how it is for me?" The words were slipping free from Minho's mouth in the next beat. He felt Felix's warm breath fan against his face from how close they were. "I can't fucking breathe for even a second if you're not around. I can't think, I can't speak, I can't function properly." Just as Felix's mouth was opening to cut in, Minho continued his spiel. "If I don't see you- lay my eyes on this fragile little body or this pretty little face, I fucking fall apart. If I don't hear your voice, I can't sleep all night."
Minho was moving after that, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was leaning further into Felix, hand coming up to his face and fingers tracing against the line of his jaw. Gently, he cupped his chin, the pad of his thumb brushing against his puffy pink bottom lip.
Their gazes caught just then, and Minho could sense the feelings raging just beneath the surface of Felix. And Minho thought that he also probably looked quite similar in the younger's eyes.
"So you can hate me and you can loathe me and you can despise me," Minho began in a breathless whisper, "But don't ever avoid me again. Otherwise, I'll suffocate and die a slow and painful death."
He couldn't seem to pull his hand away from the younger's face, even when it grew so hot to the touch, it felt like his palm was about to burn up in a scorch of hot flames. Even when a slight, painful squeak fled from between Felix's lips.
Almost like, this hurt him just as much.
"I never hated you," he murmured back, tone registering low. The sound of it rumbled out, cascading across the shell of Minho's ears and shooting a violent shiver down the length of his spine. "I could never- not when I fucking love you so much. And I... I was avoiding you because I was scared. Scared of what you thought of me- and my loose mouth."
Minho kept silent, thumb continuing to press against his lip, soothing Felix as the feelings and thoughts started to spill out of him like a magical elixir trickling out of a stunning glass tincture.
"Someone told me about you- about your true personality, and how you're reclusive and stuff. And I- I got scared, that you hated all of our late nights together and you hated how much I talked. And then I noticed how quiet you always were and I thought that maybe it was better if I just stayed away and let you have your space after work. I didn't want to burden you anymore and-"
"Kitten, you're never a burden to me," Minho cut in, hand finally pulling away from Felix's lips and trailing towards his hair. He pushed some of the shock-blue locks behind his delicate ear, and something tiny and fiery stirred in the pit of his stomach at the mewl that he heard Felix creak out from the nickname alone. "Just because I'm so different from you, doesn't mean I don't enjoy your company. And just because I don't talk all the time, doesn't mean I hate you for talking to me after work."
At that, Felix stared up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Y-You enjoy my company?" His voice trailed off into the distance softly, his eyes fluttering closed at the way Minho's fingers raked across his scalp.
Slowly, he pulled at his blue roots, forcing Felix's eyes open again so that Minho could see the look in them as he finally spoke the words he had been stirring over for what felt like a fucking millennium.
"I adore it, Lix. I can't live without it, to be honest," he confessed, flashing the younger a meek smile. And at that moment, Felix looked so perfect. So vulnerable and adorable all at the same time. "Fuck- I need to kiss you right now. Can I? Please..."
Felix gaped up at him, the overhead kitchen light sparkling in his eyes like a million different constellations all at once. Like he was in complete awe of the situation at hand, and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that everything was happening to him just then.
"Yes- yes, a thousand times yes." He cried desperately in that cute, small voice of his.
And then nothing else mattered, as Minho held onto his jaw, tilting Felix's head upwards as he connected their lips. Like they were meant to never separate, they fit each other perfectly.
In an instant, Felix was melting into the feel of Minho's mouth wrapped around his. His hands came up around the elder's waist, digging into the fabric of his t-shirt and drawing him ever closer. Minho's tongue dragged across his bottom lip, and soon, teeth were bumping against teeth as they tasted one another. Felix groaned, fingers clutching on tight to Minho as he teased him with his kisses right there in the middle of the kitchen.
The kiss was ethereal and perfect and everything Minho had always dreamed of.
And when they broke apart to catch their breaths, a messy string of saliva connecting them, Felix stared up at him with vast eyes and flushed cheeks, and a faint smile.
"Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, kitten?" Minho mused off, fingertips ghosting across his smattering of freckles.
The cerulean-haired male giggled softly, hands bunching up the fabric of Minho's shirt and dragging him closer so that he could wrap his legs around his waist. "Yeah, but you've never done it before."
"Well, now I'm saying it," Minho began, lips ghosting over his nose as he kissed it. "Pretty," he continued on his path, kissing either of his rosy cheeks. "Gorgeous," his mouth trailed up to his forehead, brushing the locks of blue there aside. "Stunning."
Then he stopped just at Felix's mouth again, hovering, breathing warmth against his lips.
"W-Will you c-call me that again?" Felix suddenly blurted out quietly, the words tumbling from him at a rushed pace. The way he stuttered nervously, like a young schoolboy confessing to his crush, did something funny to Minho's heart. Brought the shattered pieces back together, in a jumbled mess.
Minho could already feel the smirk spreading across his face, as he pondered over the idea. "Hmm..." He tapped a finger against his chin, to seem like he was mulling it over. When in reality, he'd give the entire world for Felix if he asked for it. He'd lasso the moon down from the night sky and gift it to the younger male if he wanted it badly enough. "Only if you're a good boy for me." His eyes flicked towards Felix's, catching the way the furious bloom of crimson erupted across his face and flooded into the tips of his ears. "You think you can do that for me? Be a good boy for Hyung?"
His head of blue hair was already moving up and down, as he nodded furiously. Teeth peeking out in a cheeky grin, he spoke in a fleeting voice. "Yes, I can be really fucking good... but only for you, Min."
That automatically made Minho's heart melt, dripping like cool water in his entire chest. The love he held for the younger male coursed through his veins then, lighting up his nervous system and making him see in full colour as he tilted into Felix.
Mouth pressing against the pulse point of the column of his neck, Minho shuttered out in a deep whisper. "Such a pretty kitten..." His lips attached to the warm flesh there, teeth sucking faintly and leaving a light violet bruise in the wake of his attention. He continued making his way down Felix's neck, loving the way the younger's fingers automatically carded through his locks, pushing him closer to his skin. "And all mine, too."
Felix squirmed against him then, moaning faintly at Minho's words. They were both suggestive and true to what he honestly felt for Felix.
And in that moment, other, dark thoughts flashed across the forefront of his mind too.
Visions of his sweet angel Felix, wriggling underneath him.
Fragile, petite limbs tangled up in bedsheets,
Skin flushed that pretty pink shade that always drove Minho so wild.
That delicate, small mouth of his, opened up in a filthy way, as the ecstasy fell from his lips in garbled sounds.
Minho knew that all of his deepest, darkest fantasies would one day come true. Would one day take place in the future.
And all because Felix had dared to talk to him late at night after their schedules.
Fin.
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Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
Han Jisung | Han/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
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Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sibling Incest, Lee Felix & Lee Minho | Lee Know are Siblings, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, as always i wrote this in one sitting so lower your expectations
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‘He was watching you again,’ Minho muses against Felix’s mouth. ‘Did you notice?’
#moon eyes (morbid fixation)#maniacdotmp3#skz#minlix#minsung#ish#dead dove#rated E#ot3#<5k#fin#oneshot#well :]
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power play by gorgonforhire
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Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
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Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Power Dynamics, Biting, Mild Blood, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, omegas have pussy be aware
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Minho takes care of Felix’s heats, tends to him when Felix is at his sleepiest, his most pliant and whiny. It’s an arrangement Chan is fine with, seriously fine, because Minho is a reasonable, poised alpha with iron self-control and that’s the kind of alpha who should be taking care of Felix. Just the scent of Felix’s heat makes Chan’s canines ache.
alpha lino domming chanlix simultaneously ;)
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Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
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Established Relationship, Cheating, Bets & Wagers, Threesome - M/M/M, Spitroasting, Incest, Sibling Incest, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Lee Felix & Lee Minho | Lee Know are Siblings, mentions of pet play, Light Dom/sub, Facials, (the sexy kind), Barebacking, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Coming Untouched, Bottom Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Top Lee Minho | Lee Know
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The thing is, Felix’s brother is handsome. Chan’s not blind or obtuse; he’s always known, rather objectively, that his boyfriend’s brother is hot.
It isn’t a problem. It shouldn’t be a problem—
“Channie.” His name from Minho’s mouth sounds like a song.
#winning & losing#8bitskeleton#skz#chanlix#minlix#minchan#ot3#rated E#dead dove#hhhh sweats uhhhh yeah#oneshot#fin#<5k
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Han Jisung | Han/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
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Established Relationship, Sibling Incest, Threesome - M/M/M, Dubious Consent, pour one out for han jisung cause his boyfriend's brother is mad hot, and he doesn't know how to deal with that, Explicit Sexual Content, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Humiliation, Lee Felix & Lee Minho | Lee Know are Siblings, Being Walked In On
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See, Jisung is not supposed to be having these thoughts. He’s really, really not, but the thing is that Minho is hot. Just like Felix, he’s otherworldly handsome, but unlike Felix his personality doesn’t seem to be made of caramelised cane sugar and liquified sunshine.
#your hands on my insides#maniacdotmp3#skz#minsung#minlix#jilix#ot3#dead dove#rated E#<10k#oneshot#fin#dont perceive me thanks
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