[breeding Kink With Felix. Afab!reader. Protected Sex (yay!!). Mentions Of Ovulation. Dry Humping? Dirty

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lovin' you is easy, 'cause you're you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Albus Dumbledore abandons him.

O Captain, My Captain.

A/N: It sure has been a while. I'm non-binary now. Feel like compared to those fic writers that disappear for years and come back saying 'sorry I was in prison' that coming out as NB isn't all that big. This is a request from anonymous:

'Can you please do a Captain Flint X Reader where he spent the night with the reader on his ship(If you can add smut, that'll be great!! But If you're not comfy with it I understand!! <333) and when he's having a meeting with his crew the reader just woke up and is trying to find him, so she's just wearing a translucent robe and when she opened the door with Flint and His crew she was embarrassed and Flint's crew was all flustered and stuff.

IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! IF YOURE ABLE TO MAKE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! MWA 💋

I love Captain Flint ;>'

Sorry its so short. I am well out of practice.

Words: 1683

Warnings: Smut. Porn. Lemon. Whatever you want to call it.

His hands were warm, leaving trails of lightning in their wake as they roamed the expanse of your bare skin. He grabbed and pulled at your soft flesh as his tongue swirled around your clit expertly. The sounds he was pulling from you were filth as he moved to tease your entrance with a single digit. Slowly, torturously so, he slid inside your cunt with ease. You groaned and bucked your hips, a wordless demand for more. He chuckled lowly at your impatience and placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.

"So needy." He growled, the sound low in his throat. He added another finger, stretching you just a little further as he began pumping them in and out of you. Your breathy moans were music to his ears and his cock twitched at the sound but despite his wavering self-control, he remained focussed on the task at hand. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he sucked the bud into his mouth and gently licked it with small flicks of his wicked tongue. Your back arched as he curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside you just right. For a moment, among all the sensations, your eyes scrunched closed and you swore you could see stars. He didn't stop but he didn't speed up his movements either leaving you just short of that tantalising peak.

"Ple-Please, Captain. I need more. I need-" Before you finished that sentence his pace quickened, knowing exactly what you needed. His tongue firmly lapped at you applying just the right amount of pressure. His fingers curled upwards and thrust in and out at a ruinous pace which your breathing quickly matched. You gasped, a hand coming to grip his hair. Time stood still, the feeling of your climax washing over you in powerful waves. His pace never slowed, his mouth continuing its patterns pushing you deeper into the pleasure. He moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through you. Your back arched and his eyes found yours as you convulsed. The bastard smirked, knowing he was the only one that could bring you to the brink so violently. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he began to slow, bringing you back to reality with gentle touches to your body, the soft flesh tingling with the aftermath. Your eyelids grew heavy as he cleaned you up lazily with his mouth but you wanted to make him feel the way you did. You moved a hand to grab his thick cock as he crawled his way over you.

"You're tired." He blinked at you, eyes much softer than they were before. "You don't have to return the favour." You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but despite your tiredness, if you didn't have him right now you might just explode. Grabbing him tightly, you stroked up and down his length, brushing your thumb over the tip as you squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you undid the last of his self-control. The darkness in his eyes pinned you in place, the softness replaced with a charged gaze. "You're sure?" His voice was clipped. A nod from you was all it took as he grabbed your hands roughly and pinned them above you with a single hand, the other gripped your jaw as he kissed you. It was desperate and you could taste yourself on his lips, tongue darting out as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He lined himself up and slammed into you, filling you up in one thrust. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back at the sudden intrusion. Leaving you no time to process, he started bucking his hips into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your whines filling the Captain's quarters. He moved his mouth to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, biting down hard as the speed and harshness of his thrusts increased.

You could feel him letting go of all control, for once letting himself drown in you, not fearing if he would break you. His thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming ruthlessly into just the right spot over and over again. "Touch yourself." He growled into your ear, releasing your hands. You obeyed him, fingers deftly circling your own clit as he watched, sweat beading on his forehead. "Thats it. You take me so well." The praise made waves of hot pleasure run through you as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder pushing him even deeper and you let out an involuntary scream as your vision turned white. A hand came to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds as he fucked you into the bed. You came. Violently. Your whole body shook and you couldn't suck in breath fast enough as his thrusts became sloppy. You dragged your nails down his back. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, the exquisite pain of your scratches, your screams against his palm, all of it brought him over the edge with his own guttural moans. You felt him twitching inside you as you came down from your high. Your breaths were fast and you continued to shake lightly as he pulled out of your still sensitive cunt, falling into the bed beside you. A few moments pass, both of you catching your breath before he pulls you into his chest.

The exhaustion chased away the remaining pulses of your orgasm as you bury your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you, checking to see that you were alright. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

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Sounds of the seagulls screeching outside the ship ripped you from your peaceful slumber. You let out a moan as you stretched, your body aching deliciously after last nights events. They came flooding back to you as you smiled blissfully to yourself, rolling over to find… nothing. You awoke alone. The bed was cold meaning he must've left long before you woke. You sat up, the pang of hurt making your chest tight. The cabin was empty. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood, quickly realising that the next few days may be a little sore. A white robe hung from one of the hooks near the door and you quickly threw it on to search for your Captain. The crew were on shore leave and shouldn't be back until the early afternoon. So where was he?

Pulling open the door, you tiptoed through the short wooden halls in search of some fruit for breakfast. The smell of the sea mixed with gunpowder as you passed storage barrels and cannons. The ship was empty as expected. Turning a corner, you could hear someone behind the door to the small dining area. Thinking it was Flint, you threw open the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Something about leaving a lady in his bed to wake alone and how he should make it up to you in some way. Yes, that would do nicely.

Those thoughts stopped as soon as the door opened. He wasn't alone. The crew were here. All of them.

The heads of every man on the ship turned to look at the intrusion, each of them at the table with their Captain stood at the head. They stared at you and suddenly you were acutely aware of the translucent white robe you had thrown on in a hurry to see him. Billy is the first to avert his eyes, face going bright red. Gates opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it as he looks between James and you. The air turns hot around you. Or is that your face? Looking into his eyes you quickly slam the door, embarrassed at the thought of those men seeing you almost naked. You hear him grumble something to the crew like 'You act as though you have never seen a woman before' as footsteps approach. You begin to turn and leave, deciding to return to his quarters and pretend that it did not just happen. Maybe if you were quiet and still enough, you would cease to exist, the wooden floors of the ship opening up to eat you whole. Or you could throw yourself off the side and just take a big gulp of the sea-

The door opens and closes, Flint coming to stand beside you. Your cheeks are bright red, your arms trying to cover your body. You look up at him, barely meeting his ocean coloured eyes. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you. Its like a blanket on you because of the size. It is warm and smells just like him bringing some comfort.

"I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't think the crew would be back until the afternoon and-" You start babbling, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "Its half past two" He cut you off. You blink up at him. Your brows furrow as you stare at his clothed chest, thoughts flooding your skull. You had slept through the morning. What time HAD you gone to bed? It must've been late by the time you fell asleep. That's why he wasn't there when you woke. He had let you rest. A hand tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him. His eyes look your body up and down, undressing you even though you wore so little. He wets his lips. "There isn't any need to apologise, I think that given the marks on your neck they know who you belong to." He looks away for a moment. "If not, what I'm about to do to you will ensure they get the message." He smirks, eyes returning to bore into your own. Your mouth suddenly runs dry, which is odd given that his words had the complete opposite effect between your thighs. Unable to form words, you simply nodded up at him earning a hungry kiss as he pulled you towards the captains quarters.

Awww this is adorable

the hosts as love languages

did i take the love language test seven separate times? yes, yes i did.

tamaki -  quality time

he justs wants someone to tell his stories to.

time is fleeting, and tamaki justs wants to spend every second he can with the people he loves

give him sleepovers! and movies nights where you talk over the whole thing! and just sit near him plz he has separation anxiety.

kyoya - acts of service

listen, he’s busy. he works into the wee hours of the night , running himself to the brink of exhaustion for his friends and his father. 

he nearly cries when tamaki tidies up his desk a bit, or when takashi brings him water. 

kaoru helps him get the wrinkles out of his suit when kyoya accidently takes and nap and mitskuni always saves him a piece of cake  🥺 🥺

haruhi - acts of service

must like kyoya, haruhi keeps herself busy.

at first, it annoys her to no end that the host club tries to clean her house or give her food or offers her their class notes. but, after a little bit, she begins to rely on them. 

she lets them tutor her or pour her coffee. it’s a strange feeling, being able to depend on others. 

hikaru - physical touch

hikaru is horrible with his words. he’d rather squeeze, punch, kiss, or shove someone instead of opening his mouth.

that’s why kaoru or haruhi are always at arm’s length. he needs someone to squish when he gets excited or chase when he gets bored. 

plz just give him a hug, he’s lonely

kaoru - physical touch

much like his brother, kaoru can best express himself through action. he loves to rough house and be near others

it’s hard for him to understand that not everyone is okay with all of his touches, though (he’s working on it)

he loves smol touches and forehead kisses

mitskuni - physical touch

unlike the twins, mitskuni is less touch-starved

his family business is so physical and so rough that, for a while, it was the only way he knew how to express himself. upset? workout in the dojo. father denies him the only thing that makes him happy? submit himself to martial arts.

he loves being able to hug those around them, or cuddle into takashi’s side

takashi -  quality time

he loves uninterrupted time with his friends and family

he isn’t one for grand displays of affection. takashi prefers slow morning coffee and sitting quietly next to one another doing school work.

give! him! eye! contact! 

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inhale, exhale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hyunjin insisted on picking you up.

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

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

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

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

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

So, you settle for the truth.

“So are you.”

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

“Forget it. You're actually insufferable.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Impossible.”

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah? And what is my scene?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you even realize how beautiful you are?

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

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

“You should see how you look at them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does that even work?”

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

But you believe your adoration surpasses that of most.

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

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

“Thank you for letting me find you.”

CUDDLING IN FRONT OF MEMBERS

→Bang Chan would cuddle you with no shame, a big goofy smile on his face.

→he would still talk to the members like he normallywould while his arms are still wrapped around you.

→he'll sneak kisses on your neck and head.

→he would hide his face in your hair if they say anything about it.

→gets very flustered.

→Lee Know would cuddle you briefly.

→he would have his arm wrapped around your neck to keep you close.

→hold your hand, playing with your fingers as they talk to him.

→if anyone says anything, he'd give them a death stare.

→he doesn't care, he won't let go.

→Changbin tends to get very shy when cuddling in front of them.

→he would still wrap his arms around you.

→nuzzling his face in your hair as he gives you kisses.

→if anyone says anything, he would get super flustered.

→gets very nervous

→Hyunjin would casually put his arms around you or move you in between his legs.

→he'll stroke your neck as he talks to them.

→lean into your neck to give you kisses.

→if they say anything, he'll give them a dirty look.

→make them jealous.

→Han would secretly cuddle you.

→even if you aren't super close to him, he'd make adjustments to keep you close.

→kissing the top of your head.

→he will smile if the members say anything, he won't let go.

→a nervous laugh.

→Felix is a very big cuddle bug.

→he loves to hold you close, hold your hands or just kiss your cheek.

→he doesn't care what anyone thinks or says.

→he would just be happy that you are close to him as he talks to his member.

→ignore them and just compliment you.

→Seungmin isn't very cuddly, especially around the members.

→he'll keep you close.

→he would sit behind you, put you in between his legs as he rubs your shoulders.

→on occasion, he will wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

→he doesn't care if they are watching or if they make comments.

→I.N is a very shy boi when it comes to cuddling and wouldn't normally do it in front of his hyungs.

→if he does, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.

→if anyone says anything, he will get shy and run away.

→dragging you along with him.

→hide his face with his hands.

alice in borderland season 2 out of context

hatter: if you were to die what would your last words be?

aguni: finally

hatter: no—

Oh god😂😂

Haruhi: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Hikaru: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Haruhi: I'm leaving you, and I'M TAKING Y/N WITH ME

Koaru, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

☆ freckles & kkami’s dad~ dating hyunlix

*~siri play fairy of shampoo ~*

…sfw…

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

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

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

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

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

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

💮literally the only trend you can convince hyunjin to do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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