#SKZ Felix

[mykissies]

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[hyyunjinnn]

The end was so unexpected, but it was so 🔥🔥🔥

Nice to meet you

pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you meet a handsome stranger at a bar and things get heated between you... but there's a twist?

wc: 1.9k

warnings: oral (f and m), fingering, spanking, kinda rough sex + unprotected sex, pussy slap

a/n: needed a little break from a big fic i'm working on💅🏻 also had this in my drafts since september last year😩 enjoy💜

Once. Twice. Three times.

Bingo.

You definitely caught his eye, the handsome man at the end of the bar that kept throwing glances at you all evening and you were counting.

You swirled the olive in your martini glass slowly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you smirked and looked up at him. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes darkened and hooded as his tongue darted out to catch a droplet of the dark liquid sliding down his glass.

You wrapped your lips around the olive and slowly slid it off of the skewer, making a show of it and watching as his adam's apple bobbed up and down while he observed you. It didn't take too long for him to stand up and make his way towards you, confident and oozing with sex.

Or maybe you were just very horny.

"Evening. Is this seat taken?" his deep voice shook your core and your lips trembled against the glass.

"No." you smirked, crossing your right leg over the left, the little dress you had on did nothing to hide your thighs or breasts. The handsome stranger licked his lips as he stared at your thighs.

He sat down and you leaned towards him, exposing your cleveage and he caught on your hook like a fish.

"What's a pretty lady such as yourself doing here all alone?" he smirked as you finished your glass.

"Waiting for you." you smirked back.

"Me?" his eyebrows lifted a little. "How do you know I'm exactly what you've been waiting for, hm?" he teased.

"My intuition is never wrong." you giggled.

"Yeah? What's your name?" he chuckled and you bit on your lip, leaning away a little.

"Y/n. Yours?"

"Felix. Nice to meet you, Y/n." the way he said your name made you shiver.

"Nice to meet you, Felix." you smirked.

"Next drink is on me." he said and lifted his hand to call up the bartender. "Another one?" Felix pointed to your now empty glass and you nodded.

He ordered for the two of you before bringing his dark eyes back on yours.

"So what are you doing here alone?" you asked him, your heeled foot gently rubbing against his ankle and he let out a breathless chuckle.

"Maybe I was looking for you." he said as you took a big sip of your drink.

"How so?" you taunted and his hands started itching to touch you.

"You look just like the girl of my dreams." Felix said, knuckles gently brushing against your knee.

You let out a warm chuckle and shook your head.

"And what would you wanna do with this girl of your dreams, hm?" you teased, sliding your heel up his leg.

"First, make a toast. And then I'd take her home if she agrees to it."

You giggled, holding up your glass.

"To nights like this." you said as the two of you clinked your glasses together and finished your drinks.

By the time you stumbled out, Felix already had a bruising hold on your waist and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling harshly.

"Fuck." he groaned deeply, making you shiver.

He gripped you even harder and pushed you up against the wall outside the club, not giving you any time to catch a breath as his lips claimed yours. The kiss was bruising and passionate, the taste of the bitter drink mixed with him made your pussy throb. He was pressed up against you, his hands roaming down to your hips and thighs then back up your waist.

You tangled your tongues together, stealing each other's breath as you bunched up his jacket in your hands. Felix bit on your lower lip and pulled on it, making you moan.

"My driver can take us to my house." Felix mumbled against your neck, his breath hot and voice strained.

"Let's go." you whimpered as his teeth sunk into you, sucking on your skin and leaving a bruise.

He grabbed your hand and led you to a fancy looking car, opening the door and guiding you in with his hand on the small of your back.

As soon as he got in, the partition was lifted up, giving you privacy that you needed and your hands immediately flew to his pants.

"Woah, easy there pretty girl." Felix chuckled when your fingers started fumbling with his belt.

"I want you in my mouth." you said and he whimpered when you palmed his growing bulge.

"Yes, yes please." he said through gritted teeth as you finally managed to get rid of his pants and underwear, sliding them down enough to pull his length out.

"Shit. So pretty." you licked your lips at the sight of his glistening tip, his cock warm and heavy in your palm. You leaned in immediately, adjusting on the seat so you were comfortable, your tongue swiped over his tip, tasting the salty precum.

"Ngh." Felix whimpered as you pressed your tongue in his slit, playing with it and making him shiver. You lifted up just a little to spit on his cock and he gasped, lifting his hips towards your face.

You gave him a few slow and teasing strokes before wrapping your lips around him and bobbing your head up and down, slow at first.

"Fuck, Y/n you're killing me!" Felix groaned, his hand gripping at your hair as you slowly slid down until your nose pressed against his skin.

Felix's hips jerked up, making you gag and drool around him and he let out a strained chuckle as his hands spread over the back of your neck while he held you down in place.

"That mouth was made for my cock, hm?"

You could only moan around him in agreement as he bucked up, his tip abusing your throat.

The car was speeding through traffic as you sucked on his cock like your life depended on it and Felix's moans kept getting more high pitched so you gripped his balls. He growled lowly before twitching and cumming inside your mouth, riding his high as he kept your head down and fucked up into your mouth a few more times.

"Did you swallow?" he asked and you nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes as he didn't let you pull off of him yet.

"You're so pretty like this." Felix bit on his lip before pulling you up. "Let me see your tongue." he pressed his thumb on your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him, putting your tongue out. He slid his thumb on it, forcing your mouth open as he inspected it.

"Good girl." he leaned in and kissed you hungrily, tasting himself in your mouth. His hand traveled between your legs and you spread them instantly.

He didn't waste time either, fingers rubbing against your wetness.

"Did you cum in your panties while sucking on me?" he chuckled and you nodded sheepishly, feeling ashamed that you came untouched and probably looked pathetic and desperate.

"Fuck, that's so hot." Felix pushed you back, pushing your hips up before leaning down between your legs.

"Felix." you moaned when he moved aside your messed up panties.

"Mm." he dove in, flattening his tongue against you and gathering your juices as he ran it up and down multiple times, flicking it over your clit.

"Ah!" you moaned and he hooked his thumbs in your pussy and gently spread it apart, making you clench around nothing. He smirked and pushed his tongue in and your hips trembled harshly, already feeling the need to wrap around his head. Felix fucked you fervently, his tongue was long and thick and he was moving it inside you perfectly, making your legs shake and press around him.

Felix loved it, loved seeing you falling apart like this, pride swelling inside him knowing you were so desperate just from his tongue.

"Cum on my tongue baby." he said, teasing you with his fingertips and it was as if you were trained, spilling on his face instantly. He lapped it all up before pushing two fingers inside you, making you gasp.

"We're almost there." he dragged them against your walls slowly and teasingly with a smirk on his lips.

"Felix, please..." you begged, pushing up towards his fingers, needing him deeper and harder.

Felix considered it for a moment then chuckled, pulling his fingers out as you whined. He pressed them on your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him push them in and sucking on them, tasting yourself.

"We're here." he smirked, pulling away from you and you quickly adjusted yourself as he got out and rounded the car to open the door for you.

As soon as you walked into the apartment, the two of you started making out and knocking into furniture before he stopped and leaned away, quickly turning you around and bending you over the table.

"Let's continue where we stopped in the car." his voice was even deeper before he ripped your panties off and you gasped pushing back towards him as he pushed your dress up. Felix slid down his pants and underwear, gripping his hard cock and pressing the tip on your glistening folds.

"So pretty." he groaned as he watched your pussy swallow his cock while he spread you open with it.

Your eyes rolled back in satisfaction when he filled you up to the hilt.

"Move, please." you begged and he smirked once more before he started snapping his hips into yours harshly, his hands grabbing onto your hips and ass, giving it a few smacks.

"Oh!" you whimpered loudly when he did that in tune with his thrusts and your legs buckled.

"Good pussy, taking me so perfectly." Felix smirked behind you, landing another harsh smack on your flesh as he buried his cock deep inside you and you shook, whimpering his name as you came, squirting around him and on him when he pulled out abruptly.

"So good it made her piss, hm?" Felix slapped your sensitive pussy, making you moan.

"Y-yes!" you whimpered desperately.

"I think you want more, though." he said, lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the room. He put you down on the bed and kneeled between your legs, pulling them apart as he gripped your thighs.

"P-please." you whimpered when he just stared at your fucked out pussy in awe.

"Shh." he shushed you before pushing back in and fucking you hard again. You had to hold on to his shoulders from the force he was fucking you with, pussy drunk as he buried his face in your neck and started whimpering and babbling incoherently.

"C-cumming. I'm cumming." he groaned, biting on your neck as he exploded inside you, filling you up with the warm liquid.

"Lix." you sighed in joy as you wrapped around him and he held you tightly. After taking a moment he looked at you and both of you bursted in laughter.

"We should roleplay more often, wifey." he smirked at you, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring on your finger.

"If it will get you this wild, I agree, hubby." you chuckled at him and kissed him lovingly.

"I love you. Thanks for indulging my wish." Felix smiled against your chest.

"I love you." you kissed the top of his head. "Next time, you'll indulge a wish of mine." you whispered and he chuckled.

"Gladly."

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[sunshinesfreckless]

Beach Hazard

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Pairing: Lifeguard!Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Visiting your cousin in Australia for the first time without being prepared for the heat was one thing — but her not warning you about the real heat at the beach was another.

Warnings: Smut MDNI, Hot lifeguards

A/N: The reader does not have a specific skin color, ethnicity, or body type. The picture I chose from Pinterest is just to help visualize one of the bikinis better!

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The sun was merciless. It clung to Y/N’s skin, wrapped around her like a second layer, and turned every breath into a sigh of defeat. She fanned herself with a limp hand, already regretting everything.

“You never told me Australia was this hot,” she groaned, dragging her sandals through the burning sand.

Yeji, unfazed and radiant as always, only shrugged. “I thought it was kinda obvious, you know?”

They finally reached the beach—a postcard come to life. Crystalline waves kissed the shore, sunlight danced off every surface, and bronzed bodies glistened like they’d been sculpted for worship. Y/N squinted through the brightness, adjusting to the sheer number of abs per square meter.

She dropped her towel, barely finding the will to sit down before Yeji nudged her hard in the ribs.

“Just so you know,” Yeji whispered, eyes twinkling behind her sunglasses. “A little tourist highlight here… are our lifeguards.”

Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. Baywatch-type lifeguards don’t actually exist—”

A sharp whistle sliced through the air, and then… slow motion.

The first one bolted down the beach like it was a fashion runway. Long, black hair whipped behind him, his expression carved with intense focus. His frame was lean, but corded with elegant muscle, the kind that made you forget how to breathe. His lips—full, plush, kissable—pouted naturally, and his shoulder-to-waist ratio defied logic. He sprinted toward a jet ski like a Greek god late for Olympus.

“That’s Hyunjin,” Yeji murmured, voice reverent.

On the jet ski, a man sat waiting, stoic like a painting in motion. His thighs alone could crush watermelons, tanned and glistening as the sun traced every line of definition. His gaze was sharp as steel as he nodded at Hyunjin.

“That’s Lee Know.”

A third lifeguard joined them, tossing a life vest with a lazy flick of the wrist. His tattoos were etched into golden skin, glinting under the sunlight. His Muscles…. eye candy.

“Han,” Yeji added, grinning.

Behind him, another man held up a pair of binoculars, but his forearms stole the show. Veins, muscle, pure buffness.

“That’s Changbin.”

Two more figures were prepping a small rescue boat. One had a smile like a slice of mischief—Jeongin. Playful eyes, sun-streaked hair, and that lean, boyish physique.

Beside him, Seungmin—cool, calm. His jawline could’ve cut diamonds, Understated beauty, the kind that lingered.

And then—

Yeji inhaled. “My personal favorite… Mr. Bang.”

Bang Chan strode behind them all like he owned the beach. His back—broad, powerful, unfair—was on full display as he adjusted a rescue board under one arm. He was all tan, sinew, and control. The leader energy radiated.

Y/N tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. “You’ve gotta be kidding me—”

And then… he appeared.

From the ocean itself. A mirage made real.

He walked out of the water like a dream crashing into reality. Golden skin wet and glistening, every curve of his abs carved by the gods. Water rolled down his torso, catching on the sharp lines of muscle, and Y/N actually forgot what she was saying. He ran one hand through his soaked blonde hair, pushing it back to reveal pretty brown-eyes that accidentally locked with hers.

Time paused. Her lungs gave up.

His lips parted slightly, breath catching—and hers did too.

“Jesus,” Y/N whispered. “Who is that?”

Yeji smirked. “Felix.”

Y/N could only blink. Hello Felix…

Never in her life had Y/N felt so painfully, violently unfucked. It hit her like a freight train the moment he emerged from the water, all abs and attitude, and it hadn’t let up since. Her thighs clenched instinctively.

Holy. Shit.

“It’s nothing serious!” Changbin yelled toward the jet ski, giving a thumbs-up as Lee Know veered off with that stone-faced drama only he could pull off.

Hyunjin jogged over, hair flying behind him like he was in a shampoo commercial. “Did you see what’s up?”

“A woman thought she saw a shark,” Felix murmured, voice low and rough. “False alarm.”

His gaze drifted lazily back to the woman in a tiny white bikini, the kind that looked like it would disintegrate if the wind picked up. His eyes lingered—just for a second—then flicked back toward his friends.

“Mate, we’re still on duty,” Chan said, clapping him on the shoulder like a disappointed dad.

Felix just gave a low, cheeky laugh—the kind that made Y/N’s stomach flip. “I’m on watch.”

He grabbed the whistle Chan held out, slipping it around his neck with lazy precision. Then came the sunglasses.

“I know you’re on watch. I’m your boss,” Chan muttered. “But I literally just caught you ogling a girl.”

Felix raised one perfect brow and waved it off, already turning to patrol the beach like he owned the damn coastline.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. She wasn’t breathing. She couldn’t breathe.

“He literally just looked at me,” she gasped, gripping Yeji’s arm like a woman in spiritual distress.

“Felix?” Yeji asked, amused.

“Mhm.”

“Sure, sweetie,” Yeji snorted, clearly unconvinced.

Y/N turned her head slowly, eyes tracking Felix like he was prey and she was starving. “No, I need to have him.”

Yeji burst into laughter. “Good luck. All of them are fellow students in my class at my college, and I’ve been trying to get into Chan’s pants since high school.”

“Any luck?”

“Not even a crumb.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, watching Felix’s golden skin disappear into the distance, his shoulders flexing with every step. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“I’m going to make that man sin.”

The plan formed fast. Reckless. Beautiful. Stupid.

Y/N sat up, adjusting her bikini top like she was about to enter battle.

“No,” Yeji hissed. “Don’t even think about it.”

“I have to,” Y/N whispered. “He’s walking away, Yeji. Away from my life. My future. My Body. My womb.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m in heat.”

Yeji groaned and dragged her sunglasses down. “Please tell me you’re not about to fake a drowning.”

“Not drowning. Just… distress. Sexy distress.”

“Oh my God. Y/N, no—”

But she was already walking—no, striding—toward the shore, her hair catching the breeze. She reached the shallows, flipped her head dramatically, and waded in.

Step. Step. Gasp.

She stumbled, flailing her arms like she was being attacked by invisible seaweed. “Ah! Oh no—help! Help me! I—I think I twisted my ankle in the water!”

Yeji slapped her own face. “Jesus Christ.”

A whistle shrieked.

Y/N turned in slow motion, ready to fall into the arms of her dripping wet, Australian savior.

But it wasn’t Felix.

It was Hyunjin.

Her smile faded.

Hair flying (WHY WAS HIS HAIR ALWAYS FLYING), eyes full of panic and beauty, he wrapped his arms around her effortlessly and lifted her like she weighed nothing. “You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he said, voice low and soft.

And sure, it was nice. Sure, he was an Adonis. But he wasn’t Felix.

She let him carry her all the way to the towels, fully committed to the bit, but as soon as her feet touched the sand, she peeled away like an annoyed cat.

“Thanks,” she said stiffly, and stormed back to her towel.

Yeji stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “What? Hyunjin isn’t enough for your greed?”

Y/N dropped onto the towel and grabbed her water bottle like it was a flask. “Believe me,” she muttered. “I was this close to showing Hyunjin my tits.”

She sighed.

“But I’m going to stay loyal to Felix.”

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She “accidentally” kicks her water bottle too far and jogs after it like a distressed deer.

Cue: Seungmin.

Polite. Kind. Hot in an infuriatingly nonchalant way.

He jogs over, picks up the bottle, and hands it to her with a smile so charming it could be a toothpaste ad.

“You dropped this.”

Y/N forces a smile. “Thank you… so much.”

Yeji just snorts behind her towel. “So loyal, huh?”

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She pretends to get stung by a jellyfish. “Ow! My leg—oh no—what if it’s venomous?!”

Jeongin appears, pulling off his shirt with impressive speed.

“Where is it? I’ll check for swelling—do you need me to pee on it?”

“What? NO! God, no! I’m fine—I’m fine now.”

Jeongin tilts his head. “You sure? I’ve been trained for this.”

“I don‘t want YOUR pee,” Y/N mutters under her breath and limps away, emotionally wounded.

Yeji looked at her disgusted and shocked.

 

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She fake-coughs dramatically, clutching her throat like she’s choking on saltwater air.

This time it’s Changbin. Concerned. Sincere.

“Do you need CPR?!”

Y/N widens her eyes. “N-no…?”

He gets closer. “Are you sure? You don’t look okay.”

She looks up at the sky, whispering, “Why do you mock me, God?”

 

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She splashes herself with water and flops down like she fainted.

Bang Chan runs up with a literal first-aid kit and more authority than a SWAT team.

“I need you to stay still, okay? Can you hear me?”

Y/N stares up at him. “You’re… not Felix.”

Chan blinks. “Um. No?”

She sighs. “Then leave me here. Let the sun take me.”

Yeji cackles so hard she nearly chokes on her mango smoothie. “You’re an embarrassment to this family.”

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Y/N glares at the sea, where Felix is, of course, walking along the waterline, shirt off, towel over his shoulder, hair wet and golden like he just stepped out of a wet dream.

She slams her fists into the towel. “WHY does God keep sending other hot lifeguards?! I don’t want the entire calendar, I want SEPTEMBER !”

 

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The next morning, Y/N burst into Yeji’s room like a woman on a mission.

“Get your towel. We’re going back.”

Yeji groaned from under the blanket. “I am not emotionally strong enough to watch you throw yourself at lifeguards again.”

Y/N clasped her hands like she was begging for water in a desert. “Please. I just need one more chance.”

“…You said that yesterday.”

“And I meant it then. But today I’m serious.”

Ten minutes later, Yeji was dragging her cooler through the sand, watching Y/N strut ahead in a bikini so small it could be mistaken for shoelaces. Leopard print. Glossy lips. Hair beachy and bouncy. A menace.

And there he was.

Felix.

Standing near the lifeguard tower, talking to Seungmin while tying his hair up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he looped the elastic around his damp blond strands, biceps and shoulders glistening in the sun like someone had Photoshopped reality.

Y/N stopped walking. “That’s it. This is the day I make him fall.”

“Or call security,” Yeji muttered, finding them a shady spot.

 

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She walks past the lifeguard stand, slow and deliberate. She bends to pretend to fix her flip-flop. Her butt is absolutely facing him.

Nothing. No reaction.

She peeks.

He’s looking at a seagull.

“You’re watching a bird?” she seethes.

Yeji sips her iced latte, unbothered from afar. “Damn, even the bird’s getting more attention.”

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She pretends to drop sunscreen and bends very slowly to pick it up. She even lets out a small gasp. Like it’s so hard to pick something up off the sand.

Felix jogs past her—past her—shouting something into his walkie-talkie.

“He didn’t even see me!” she hisses.

“He’s literally working,” Yeji deadpans.

 

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She finally gathers the courage to walk up to the tower. Felix is leaning on the rail, looking like an ocean god sent to torment her.

“Hi,” she says, as seductively as possible.

“Hey,” he says, smiling—but friendly. Polite. Professional.

She freezes. “I… like your whistle.”

Your whistle? Your WHISTLE?

“Thanks,” he chuckles, then leans over the edge. “Hey, Seungmin! Can you cover my post for five? I’m gonna refill my water bottle.”

YES! A window!

But before she can say anything else, he hops down and jogs right past her.

Y/N turns to Yeji, who is visibly crying from behind her sunglasses.

“I’m going to die alone.”

“No, you’re just going to die of dehydration from how hard you’re thirsting.”

Y/N flops onto her towel in defeat. “This is the worst vacation of my life.”

Just as she’s about to bury herself in sand out of shame, Felix calls out behind her, towel slung over his shoulder, voice teasing:

“Leopard print, huh? Bold.”

She jerks upright. “What?!”

He’s already walking away again. But this time, he smirks.

She turns to Yeji, completely unhinged. “Did you see that? That was flirting.”

“Or basic human interaction.”

“I am winning.”

 

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But the Euphoria didn’t last long……the rest of the day, Y/N gave up.

No sultry poses. No hair flips. No fake injuries.

She was just… tanning. Peacefully. Like a normal, non-horny person.

Face down, book open, towel beneath her. Her hair tied, sunglasses on, headphones in. She barely even looked in Felix’s direction.

Which apparently meant everyone else did.

“Who’s that?” Han asked, squinting through his sunglasses as he handed out ice pops from the cooler.

Seungmin tilted his head. “That’s Yeji’s cousin, Y/N. She’s been here two days in a row. Yesterday she tried to drown herself like three times.”

Jeongin laughed. “You mean the fake fainting girl.”

Felix frowned, not even sure why. “Why are you all looking over there?”

Han grinned, obnoxiously. “Because she looks hot.”

Felix scoffed. “She’s just reading.”

“Exactly,” Han said, chewing on his popsicle. “Effortless hot. That’s rare.”

Felix followed their gazes—casually, of course. And yeah. Okay. Maybe she did look a little too good just lying there in the sun, legs glistening, hips arched slightly, bikini flattering her every curve. She wasn’t looking at them.

Not looking at him.

He looked away, annoyed for no reason. “Focus. You’re on duty.”

But the rest of the afternoon, his eyes kept drifting. Especially when some random guys walked by a little too slowly. He tensed every time they looked at her twice. When one guy tripped trying to check her out, Felix nearly stood up.

He didn’t, though.

Didn’t matter.

Not his problem.

 

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Y/N came alone this time.

No Yeji. No plan. Just her book, her floral bikini, and a promise to herself to act normal.

She found her same spot, laid out her towel, and sank into the sun. She didn’t look around. She didn’t need to.

But she did feel it—the prickling sensation of being watched.

Felix was on his post, up in the tower. Sunglasses on. Elbows on the rail.

Watching.

Not obviously.

Just enough.

She smiled to herself but didn’t look up.

A few hours later, the sun was high, and she decided to take a quick dip. She set her book down, tied her hair up, and stepped into the water, sighing at the coolness against her skin.

She was waist-deep when two boys—maybe sixteen, seventeen—started splashing nearby.

They were giggling. Whispering. Then.

Snap.

She felt the back of her bikini top loosen.

“What the—?!”

She turned just as one of the boys tossed her top into the deeper waves, cackling. “Oops! Didn’t mean to!”

Y/N let out a scream, arms crossing over her chest, eyes wide with panic. “Are you kidding me?! What the hell?!”

The boys were still laughing, not realizing how serious she was.

But someone else did.

Felix was already sprinting from the tower.

His feet hit the sand hard, running full speed. Past the shoreline, crashing into the water like a force of nature. One of the boys saw him coming and bolted. The other stood frozen, half in shock, half in fear.

Felix didn’t stop.

He reached her, wrapping his arms around her from behind in one fluid motion, he turned her around his chest pressing against her breasts, strong arms holding her protectively.

“Got you,” he murmured, his voice low—too low—and calm despite everything.

Y/N was shaking. Not from the cold. Not from the water. From him. His arms. His voice. The sheer intimacy of it.

Her heart was somewhere in her throat.

“Stay still,” he said, one hand still holding her close, the other reaching out to catch the drifting bikini top with a perfect, practiced swipe.

Then his voice snapped like thunder toward the boys.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His accent hit harder when he was angry. “You think this is funny? You touch anyone like that again and you’re not just getting kicked off the beach—you’ll be talking to police. Get lost.”

The boys scattered like roaches.

He turned back to her, gentler now.

“Hold on,” he murmured. “I’ve got it.”

With a strange tenderness, he helped her tie the top back on, his fingers brushing along her back, slow and methodical, careful not to look even though her blush was violently visible.

Then—just as he finished fastening the strap—he leaned in slightly, voice lower than it had ever been.

“Shame it wasn’t me who took it off.”

Her eyes snapped wide open. “What did you—?”

But he was already walking away, water dripping down his back, shoulders flexing with each step as he moved toward the shore like nothing happened.

“FELIX?!”

He didn’t turn around.

 

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Y/N sat wrapped in a towel like a sad burrito.

Yeji had finally arrived. “You had one job. Not to flash the beach.”

“I didn’t flash anyone, I got assaulted by middle schoolers.”

Yeji squinted at her. “Okay, fair. But can we talk about how you’re glowing right now? What happened?”

Y/N stared into the middle distance, whispering: “He said it.”

“Said what?”

“He said shame it wasn’t me who took it off.”

Yeji almost choked on her drink. “I’m sorry—EXCUSE ME?? Sir Felix ‘No Fun, Just Whistles’ said THAT?”

“WHILE tying it back on.”

Yeji stared at her in awe. “You have to seduce him today.”

“I need to interrogate him first.”

 

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She walks up to the lifeguard stand later, trying to be chill. Super casual. Not at all like she’s having an internal breakdown over a whisper.

He’s sitting there, eating from a container of cut-up mango like he didn’t just ruin her inner peace forever.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey.” He looks up, relaxed, tongue flicking a mango slice into his mouth.

Unacceptable.

She blurts: “Did you mean it?”

He pauses. “Mean what?”

Her entire soul short circuits. “You know… the thing. The top. The taking-off thing.”

He raises a brow, amused. “Are you asking if I’m a pervert, or if I have taste?”

“I—what—no, I mean—yes?!”

He leans back, watching her squirm. “Maybe I just wanted to shut you up.”

“…What?”

“All that seduction. The sunscreen. The flip-flop. The fake fainting. The sunscreen again.”

Her mouth drops open. “You saw all that?!”

“I’m on watch,” he says, smug. “I see everything.”

She makes a strangled noise and nearly falls over trying to flee the scene.

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Y/N came prepared.

Leopard print? Too obvious. Floral? Too soft. Today, she wore nothing but white again. Her bikini bottom sat dangerously low, and she wasn’t wearing a top—just lying face-down on the towel with her arms folded under her head, chin resting on her wrists, legs stretched long and lazy. Her hair was in a loose bun, sunglasses on, lip gloss shining even under the sun.

And she knew he was watching.

Yeji was next to her, pretending to scroll her phone but clearly eyeing her like she’d lost her mind. “You’re insane.”

“He likes me,” Y/N said simply.

“I’m sorry, is this ‘he’ the same Felix that laughed when you pretended to drown? That Felix?”

“He told me it was a shame he didn’t undress me.”

Yeji went dead silent.

Y/N smirked and arched her back a little more, pushing her hips up so her ass caught the light, the curve dramatic, deliberate, and lethal.

“…Babe, you’re not even flirting anymore. You’re staging a porn.”

“I’m tanning.”

“You’re sinning.”

And then—

Crunching footsteps.

They both froze.

“…No fucking way,” Yeji whispered, staring over her sunglasses.

Y/N didn’t look. She felt it.

Felix crouched beside her towel, close enough that the shade of his figure darkened the sun on her shoulder. She smelled salt, sunscreen, and whatever cologne was hanging off his damp skin today.

“You’re going to get a sunburn on your back,” he said lowly, voice brushing the shell of her ear.

Y/N didn’t move.

Yeji’s jaw was somewhere in the sand.

Felix tilted his head. “Need help with the sunscreen?”

Silence.

Then—Y/N turned her head just slightly toward him, lips parted. “Do I look like I’d say no?”

He chuckled, not answering right away. He reached for the bottle Yeji had carelessly tossed beside them and popped it open with a click. Squeezed a generous amount onto his palm. The sound alone made Y/N squirm.

And then—his hands.

Warm.

Firm.

Slow.

Moving over her shoulders, across her back, then lower—his thumbs brushing her waist, fingers splaying wide. She gasped softly when he reached the small of her back, just above the waistband of her bikini bottom.

Y/N bit her lip.

His hands were so steady. Too steady for someone who should be flustered. But that was Felix—infuriatingly composed while she melted into the towel like butter on a grill.

He rubbed slow, methodical circles into her back, and every press of his thumbs felt like a kiss dipped in warning. You’re playing with fire.

And she was. Happily.

Yeji was still frozen beside them, pretending to scroll through her phone but definitely watching through her sunglasses.

“Relax,” Felix murmured, voice deep and smooth. “You’re tense.”

Y/N scoffed, half into the towel. “Wonder why.”

“Maybe it’s because you’ve been throwing yourself at lifeguards all week.”

“Not all lifeguards,” she mumbled.

“No?”

“Just one.”

Felix’s fingers paused—just a beat.

Then he smoothed the lotion lower, brushing close to the sides of her chest, but never quite crossing the line. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

“So I should feel special?”

She could feel the smirk in his voice. That cocky confidence, just barely covering something hungrier beneath it.

Then—

He leaned in.

His lips ghosted just above her ear, breath warm. “I like when you beg for attention.”

Her whole body stiffened—and not from the cold.

Before she could answer, he was already up. Walking away. Cool and casual, like he hadn’t just lit a match and tossed it over his shoulder.

She looked up in disbelief, eyes trailing after him. His back muscles were so unfair.

Yeji finally spoke.

“Are we going to pretend that didn’t just happen or—?”

 

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The lifeguard hut was humming with energy—half of them shirtless, all of them sun-kissed and cocky, talking over each other and sipping iced coffees.

Y/N walked in like she belonged there.

And technically, she didn’t.

But technicalities were for people who weren’t being ignored by the blond menace known as Felix.

Yeji had tried to stop her. “Y/N, I swear, if you go in there and start fake-rashing your way into his lap—”

“It’s not fake,” Y/N lied. “I’m itchy. And mad. And petty.”

The door creaked open behind her and heads turned. All of them. Like some Greek god convention had a roll call.

“Oh—hey,” Han said first, eyes already scanning her frame with his usual curious glint. “Everything alright?”

Y/N pouted. Dramatically. “I think I’m having a reaction to the sunscreen or something. There’s like… a rash?”

“Where?” Jeongin stood up so fast his chair squeaked.

“Need help?” offered Seungmin, already pulling on latex gloves from somewhere, like he’d trained for this exact emergency.

“Boys, please,” Chan said, chuckling. “Give her some space.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Y/N said sweetly. “It’s just—kind of hard to reach.”

Felix, sitting back with his feet up on the table and sunglasses on, hadn’t so much as flinched. His head turned lazily, a single brow raised above the rim of his shades.

“No comment?” she asked pointedly, arms crossed under her chest.

He shrugged. “I’m not a dermatologist.”

“You’re not funny.”

“Debatable.”

The other boys looked between the two of them like it was a tennis match from hell.

“Oh really?” Y/N said, tone sharpening into sugar-dagger territory. “You won’t help?”

“I’m on break,” Felix said simply.

“That’s it,” Y/N muttered.

And then—without fanfare, without shame—she dropped her bikini top.

“The rash is right here,” she said, pointing at her bare chest like she was unveiling the Mona Lisa.

The room short-circuited.

Jeongin turned around so fast he tripped over a stool.

Han fell off his chair.

Chan stared into the corner of the ceiling like he was mentally in church.

Seungmin had gone into full CPR mode and was frantically opening the first-aid kit with shaking hands.

Felix?

Felix exhaled the heaviest sigh known to man. “Y/N.”

“What?” she snapped, arms flaring with indignation. “If you won’t help, someone else will.”

But just as she tied her top back on with all the wounded pride of a tragedy heroine—her bravado slipped.

Literally.

Her chest started itching.

Burning, actually.

“…wait.”

She scratched her collarbone. Her neck. Her stomach.

“Wait. Oh no. Oh no no no—”

“Do you… actually have a rash?” Jeongin asked, blinking.

Y/N didn’t answer. She was already lifting her top again (to check, not to seduce anyone this time, thank you very much), and what she saw made her shriek.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.”

There were red blotches. Angry ones. Spreading up her sides and over her chest like she’d rolled in poison ivy and then insulted its mother.

Han leaned in, still lying half on the floor. “Okay but that’s definitely not acting anymore.”

Felix was already up, all trace of apathy gone. “Shit. Emergency bed. Now.”

Before she could argue, he scooped her up bridal-style—her dramatic ass, red patches and all—and laid her on the narrow cot in the back of the hut.

“I didn’t mean it,” she whispered, near tears. “I was just being dramatic.”

“No way,” said Seungmin, who was now dabbing her chest with some kind of cooling gel like a very professional nurse who wasn’t looking too hard.

“Is it from the water?” Chan asked, peering at the redness.

“She swam right after lunch,” Han added.

“Oh my God,” Y/N groaned, hiding her face. “I flashed all of you and now I’m actually allergic to the ocean.”

That was when Yeji burst through the hut door, cheeks pink from laughter, holding her phone like someone had just live-texted her the whole incident.

“WHAT HAPPENED—” she gasped, doubling over when she saw Y/N laid out on the emergency bed like some half-naked cautionary tale.

“Don’t,” Y/N said weakly, pointing at her. “Don’t you dare. How did you even find out !”

Hyunjin lowered his Phone and avoided Y/Ns Eyes.

“I told you not to pretend to have a rash.”

“I WASN’T PRETENDING—ANYMORE.”

Felix stood beside her, arms crossed, lips twitching like he was one laugh away from completely losing it.

“Next time you want my attention,” he said lowly, “just say hi.”

Y/N stared up at him in betrayal. “I already did once ! You ignored me. I hate you now !”

“You look hot like this,” he said.

She blinked.

Yeji cackled.

“…I hate you slightly less.”

 

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“Hey, do you guys have more of that aloe gel?” she asked, approaching the lifeguard hut where Felix was adjusting one of the rescue boards. “My skin’s still kind of itchy.”

He glanced at her. A tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Storage shed.”

He turned without another word and walked off toward the back of the hut. Y/N followed, pretending not to care that he hadn’t even looked at her bikini today.

The metal latch creaked as he opened the shed. She peeked inside—dim, stuffy, packed with boards, towels, boxes. It smelled like sunscreen, sea salt, and wet fabric.

“Do you need help finding it?” she asked, trying not to sound like she was begging for attention.

But before she could step back—

Clang.

The door closed behind her.

Click.

Locked.

Y/N blinked into the darkness. “…What the—”

Felix was there.

Close.

Too close.

She backed up until her shoulder hit the cool fiberglass of a surfboard. Her breath caught. He hadn’t touched her. Not yet.

He didn’t need to.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he said lowly, eyes gleaming in the narrow slice of light. “That rash stunt? You really dropped your bikini top for them?”

She swallowed. “If you weren’t so goddamn unbothered I wouldn’t have to—”

His hand hit the wall beside her head.

She stopped.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“You followed me in here, babe. You sure you want what you’re asking for?”

Dim sunlight sliced in through the slats, streaking across Felix’s face, casting shadows over the sharp line of his jaw.

She should’ve said something clever. Should’ve smirked. Should’ve denied it.

Instead, she whispered, “Yes.”

And then he moved.

One step. One shift of his hips—and he pressed her to the wall, his body caging hers, the hard line of his cock grinding slow and rough against the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.

She gasped. He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for days.

“I’ve been patient,” he muttered, mouth dragging down her throat. “Too patient.”

Her fingers fumbled for something—his shoulder, his hair, anything to hold onto. But it didn’t matter.

His hand slid down between them, tugging the fabric of her bikini to the side. She barely had time to register the touch before his fingers were brushing over her folds, already slick.

“You’re soaked.”

“Felix—”

“You’ve been walking around like this? All week?” He growled into her skin. “What if someone else had touched you first?”

“Then you should’ve gotten there sooner,” she snapped—then gasped as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them deep.

Her legs buckled. He caught her with a low chuckle.

“No time for games now, quit talking like a Brat” he said, already shoving his shorts down just enough to free himself. She felt him—hot, thick, flushed against her inner thigh. Her eyes widened.

“Lift your leg. Yeah—like that.” He hooked one of her thighs over his hip, steadying her against the wall. “You’re gonna take me just like this.”

And then he pushed in.

Slow at first. Stretching her open inch by inch, until she cried out against his shoulder.

“Fuck—fuck—”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, dragging his hips back before slamming forward, filling her deep. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted me to ruin you.”

The words made her clench around him.

His rhythm built fast. Brutal. He was practically slamming her against the wall now, one hand gripping her thigh, the other braced beside her head, anchoring them both.

The storage shed echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin. Rescue boards rattled. A life vest fell from a shelf. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—just felt.

“Turn around.”

“What—?”

“Turn. Around. Now.”

He pulled out with a grunt, spun her to face the wall, and bent her forward over the stacked beach towels. The moment her hands hit the crate, he was inside her again, deeper this time—rougher.

“Look at you,” he hissed. “Moaning like a whore, letting me fuck you in a damn shed.”

She couldn’t even deny it. Her eyes rolled back when his hand slipped around her front to rub harsh circles on her clit.

The noises were filthy. The air stank of sex and sweat and sun.

And when she came—biting down on her arm to muffle the scream—he kept fucking her through it, chasing his own high until his breath hitched.

Then he pulled out and finished across the curve of her ass, panting like he’d just survived a shipwreck.

Silence.

Only the sound of their breathing.

Her knees gave out. He caught her again, wrapped her up against his chest as her body trembled.

“…We just had sex on a crate of lost-and-found goggles,” she croaked.

Felix kissed her temple. “Hot.”

His breath was still ragged when he kissed her again.

Not gentle.

Not soft.

It was needy.

Y/N barely had time to register it. Her head spun, her thighs still trembled from the first time, but Felix was already reaching for her again, dragging her bikini bottoms all the way down this time and letting them fall around her ankles. She shivered.

“F-Feel like jelly,” she whispered.

“Then let me hold you up.”

He turned her, pressed her back against the shed wall once more, and hoisted her effortlessly—her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

His cock was hard again. Already.

She stared at him, breathless. “How do you even—?”

“I told you I wasn’t done.”

And just like that—he was inside her again.

No warm-up. No mercy.

She cried out, arms wrapping around his neck as he slammed into her, the motion jarring and raw and insane, but her body took it. Welcomed it. Soaked for it.

The surfboards rattled. Sand fell from the shelves. A whistle clattered to the ground.

He buried his face in her neck, sweat dripping from his temple to her collarbone.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “Tight little pussy still clenching like she didn’t just milk me dry five minutes ago.”

She moaned and bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He fucked her harder.

The rhythm was relentless. The slap of his hips against her ass. Her heels digging into his back. Her hands desperately clawing at his lifeguard tank top. It was rougher than before—less about teasing, more about need.

She couldn’t even speak anymore.

Just moaned. Just whimpered.

His name on a loop in her mouth.

Felix. Felix. Felix.

“Gonna make you cum again,” he panted. “Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna hear those sweet little sounds you make when you lose it.”

“I—I can’t—”

“You can,” he snarled, and reached between them again, rubbing her clit with the kind of cruel rhythm that shattered her.

She came with a strangled gasp, head thrown back, nails digging into his shoulders.

But he didn’t stop.

Kept pounding into her while she was still spasming, overstimulated and whimpering, until he finally groaned her name and pulled out just in time—again—finishing hot and fast against her inner thigh with a choked moan.

They slumped against the wall together. Panting. Drenched. Shaking.

He looked down at her legs and laughed.

“You’re trembling.”

“No shit,” she mumbled into his chest. “I think my soul left my body halfway through.”

“I’m gonna have to carry you out of here.”

“Absolutely not.”

He kissed her again, this time softer. Lazy. Almost smug.

“…I love my life,” she whispered against his lips.

Felix grinned.

───୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ───

POST-CREDIT SCENE (Wrap it up Marvel)

 

The air in the shed was thick—salt, sex, and shame clinging to the wooden beams.

Felix peeled a towel from the nearest crate and gently wiped between Y/N’s thighs, trying not to laugh when she squirmed.

“You okay?”

“No.” She was still breathless. “You broke me.”

“You’re walking. Eventually.”

He kissed her knee. Then her inner thigh. Then pulled her bikini bottoms back up, slow and gentle, like he hadn’t just ravaged her against the wall twice in a row.

He tucked himself back into his lifeguard shorts, ran a hand through his wild hair, and muttered, “We look so guilty.”

“We are guilty.”

She fixed her top, cheeks flushed, trying to rub some sand off her elbows with zero dignity left in her body. “I feel like I’ve got sunscreen in places it should never go.”

“Can i have your Number ?“ Felix interrupted her. She blinked at him. “I would even give you my Social Security Number“

Felix opened the shed door, the blinding sunlight making them both flinch like goblins.

Then—

“THERE you are!”

Yeji.

Standing ten feet away with a coconut in her hand and the biggest grin on her face.

Next to her—Chan. Shirtless. Holding a pool noodle like a sword.

Y/N froze.

Chan tilted his head. “You guys were gone for a while.”

Yeji took one look at Y/N’s flushed face, damp hair, and the towel clutched around her waist—and lost it.

Dropped her coconut. Fell to her knees. Screamed with laughter.

Y/N just stood there, mortified, as Yeji literally wheezed, gasping between fits:

“Your hair—your HAIR is still pressed flat on one side—you leaned against something! Oh my GOD—!”

Felix slid an arm around Y/N’s waist casually. “We were checking inventory.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “In the shed?”

Felix: “A very… thorough inspection.”

The rest of the team started glancing over now. Hyunjin blinked at their reappearance, clocked the rumpled towel, the shell-shocked look on Y/N’s face—and immediately turned away, muttering, “Nope. Not my business.”

But Felix leaned into Y/N, kissed her hair, and whispered, “You good?”

She nodded. And then—louder, so everyone could hear:

“I love my life!”

She raised her Fist into the Air.

“I MADE IT ! The hard work paid OFF“

Felix snorted and pulled her to the Ocean to get her more Clean. 

[kiittyyi]

are you sure ? - Felix x reader

summary : Felix and you have been in a relationship for 4 months now, and Felix feels ready to get intimate with you.

pairing : virgin!felix! x afab!reader!

warnings : suggestive (felix and reader are getting freaky together!!), kisses, mention of religion and I think that’s all!! it’s fluff!!

word count : around 570!

author’s note: this is my first English story ever, so I hope my writing will be as good as in my native language ! Should I do a part 2 ?

Minors do not interact 🤍!

It’s been 4 months since you and Felix are officially a couple. You two met at the campus. Yet, you live at your parents’ house. You sometimes did invite him over to sleep, your parents didn’t mind you two having sexual relations together but you never really talked about it much with Felix. You thought he might be shy or closed about the subject since everytime you mentioned sex he turned red.

It was a Friday night, 8:07PM. You two were on your bed, being silly and laughing at nothing. You did put the last crisp between your lips, holding it.

“You want it, huh?” You smiled, holding the crisp, wanting him to take it. Felix and you have kissed some times. Rarely, but sometimes. It was usually quick innocent pecks. The kind of kiss that says “I really love you”. Kids kisses. Felix giggles and takes the crisp with his teeth.

“Mine!!” He said as he ate the last crisp. You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand, acting so surprised. You decide to tickle him!

“Yah!!” You began to tickle your boyfriend, the sound of his laughter filling your room. His hands instinctively grabbed your waist to hold you. You looked at him, still tickling him a bit slower, now that you felt his gaze on you. There was something different in the way he was holding you. You tucked a strand of hair out of his face. His hands traveled to your lower back, you were basically straddling his lap.

“y/n…i feel weird..” Felix gulped. He gently kissed your lips. You rolled a bit your hips against him, getting worked up. You took off your sweater, now being in a tank top.

“felix…we never really talked about it..are you okay..? is it..is it your first time being this close to someone…?” You asked carefully. The boy just nodded and mumbled.

“It’s my..first time..being close to someone..”

At these words you stop rolling your hips against him but he makes a sound of complain. So you slowly roll them. You touch his chest softly. The boy looks for reassurance and consent in your eyes. You get up to take off his tshirt. When you see his chest you can’t help but bite your lip. You straddle him again and leaves kisses on his trapezoids. His hands find your waist again, but he slides them lower, to your butt. Felix began to roll his hips too.

“y/n..please..” You understand the assignment and undress, only keeping your pantie. Felix undresses too, only having his cross necklace and his boxer. You see him feeling a bit shy.

“hey you’re literally perfect Felix! Perfect in my eyes, I love every inches and parts of your body! Plus, I’m not dating you for your body. I love you, baby.” Felix smiled at your words, taking off his last piece of clothing.

He sits next to you on the bed, taking your jaw in his hand. He kisses you, oh so softly. And when he pulls away you smile at his necklace. The boy just loved his religion and you found it cute.

When you two began to get worked up you eventually did straddle his lap again. The boy touches your butt again. He definitely wants you. You see his dick getting hard. You look at him.

“Shall we have sex?”

[kpop-bbg]

[wendyyyyyyyy]

OPERATION : Oblivious Idiots

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 : “Diner Blackout”

The air in Chan’s hotel room was thick with confusion. Everyone was trying to piece things together, their brains practically overheating from all the back-and-forth theorizing. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at your hands as your thoughts raced. Something about the description of the culprits—a manly woman and her husband—itched at the back of your mind. It was familiar. Too familiar.

Something was definitely feeling fishy.

A manly woman.

What if it wasn’t a woman at all?

A man… dressed up as a woman?

The revelation hit you like a truck. The shock. That would explain it, right? The buff build. The deep voice.

But why would someone go through all that trouble? To disguise themselves as a woman?

Because… they didn’t want their identity to be seen.

Why?

Because… they were someone you knew. Or maybe they just didn’t want to get caught.

They also knew Chan’s room number. That meant they were close to him.

You sat there, your mind spinning at a hundred miles per hour, but you kept it all to yourself. You didn’t reveal it to the members. Not yet. Not until you were sure.

And then— after more pondering, Chan pulled you aside.

⸻

Chan shut the balcony door behind him, sighing heavily. The breeze hit your skin, but you barely felt it. Your mind was still racing.

“I think I finally remember why I was half-naked last night,” he muttered, running a hand through his curls.

Your heart skipped. “You do?”

He nodded, leaning against the railing. “It was… just too hot. The meds I took made me sweat like crazy, and I was too out of it to care. I guess I must’ve woken up for a second, took my shirt off, and then passed out again.” He exhaled sharply. “And as far as I remember, you weren’t even there yet.”

Your lips parted slightly.

So that’s why.

Everything was starting to come together.

⸻

You went back into the room, Chan following closely behind.

The others were still deep in discussion, analyzing every single possible theory.

“We’re going with the idea of two sasaengs,” Jeongin said, crossing his arms.

Chan shook his head. “It’s impossible. You know how tight hotel security is. No way two randoms could get that close.”

“But the chance isn’t zero,” Jisung countered, hands thrown up in frustration. “Until we find actual proof, we can’t rule it out.”

And so, the discussion continued.

You stayed quiet, letting them run wild with possibilities while your mind kept circling the earlier moment on the balcony with Chan.

Still, the group needed something to work with, and they weren’t stopping anytime soon.

Lee Know suggested it could’ve been a hotel employee working undercover.

Felix guessed maybe it was a past sasaeng who had inside help.

Even Hyunjin got a little wild, throwing out the theory that maybe it wasn’t targeted at Chan at all—but at you.

That silenced the room for a moment.

That… actually didn’t sound entirely off.

And before anyone noticed, time flew by and it was already dinner time.

Jisung groaned and flopped back into the couch. “My head’s gonna explode. I need food before I lose it.”

Hyunjin immediately agreed. “Same. Let’s clear our heads and eat.”

Everyone gave in—brainstorming on an empty stomach never helped anyone.

⸻

The hotel diner was quiet, classy, dimly lit with gentle ambient music playing through overhead speakers. You all walked in together, exhausted but hungry. The long rectangular table near the back was where you settled in.

You were at the farthest left end, back to the entrance, eyes facing the wall. Jeongin was beside you, and across from you—Chan.

You caught him glancing at you every now and then, a worried crease still etched between his brows. That furrow never really went away after everything.

Dinner was calm.

Until it wasn’t.

Lee Know and Hyunjin got up first, deciding to grab some fruit from the island across the room. Seungmin went next—grabbing a large tray and carefully stacking nine cups of juice from the “serve yourself” counter.

The boy really tried.

He balanced everything with more grace than expected… until he tripped over the leg of a chair that had been pushed out halfway.

CRASH.

Nine cups hit the floor. Juice splattered everywhere.

“Shit—” Seungmin cursed, dropping to his knees to clean up.

“Hyung!” Jeongin was already up and rushing to help.

Felix scrambled behind him. Chan instinctively pushed himself up too, but his injured foot kept him grounded near the table.

You turned your head to check the mess—

And then.

Darkness.

The lights died instantly.

The music stopped.

Every bulb in the entire diner fizzled out in one terrifying blink.

A complete power outage.

Pitch black.

“Everyone stay where you are!” Chan’s voice rang out with that sharp, commanding edge only he had. “Don’t move—if anything happens, shout immediately!”

But before anyone could react—

Rough hands grabbed you.

A palm clamped over your mouth, muffling your instinctive scream. Arms locked tightly around your torso, and you felt yourself being yanked out of your chair, dragged backward through the darkness.

Muffled cries escaped you as you thrashed, kicked, tried anything—but the grip only tightened. You heard distant voices shouting your name, heard your chair fall over, heard Chan yelling over the chaos—

“Y/N?! Y/N!!”

There was another set of hands. Two people.

One held your mouth.

One dragged you.

Chan lunged in the dark.

He reached blindly—grabbing at air, cloth, skin—until finally, he caught something. An arm. Solid. Thick. Buff.

His fingers curled instinctively around it, but in a second, it pulled away.

And you?

Gone.

The blackout lasted fifteen more agonizing minutes.

When the lights finally flickered back on—

You weren’t there.

Your chair was tipped over. Your plate half-eaten. Your silverware on the floor. But no sign of you.

Just like that.

You’d been taken.

Right from under their noses.

And the pit in Chan’s stomach dropped so hard, he could barely breathe.

He clenched his fists, jaw set, trembling not from fear—but from fury.

Because whoever took you… they were strong.

And Chan knew exactly what he felt when he grabbed that arm.

Just like the manly woman the receptionist described.

Just like the theory you had been turning over in your mind.

This wasn’t just a prank or a misunderstanding.

This was planned.

Deliberate.

Dangerous.

And now, they had to find you.

Fast.

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Part 6

[ikktygcto]

— 필릭스 “YOUR SCARS ARE BEAUTIFUL..”

𝒽usband.ᐟfelix × 𝒻 em.ᐟreader

hi! not much to say - i love you guys i guess? oh yeah i have loads of stuff in my drafts so i may be posting more often (or not)! feel free to dm me or send me an ask ; don’t be shy, i’m the bubbliest person ever.

𝒽appy reading !

you’ve been insecure about your body because of your scars, reminders of pain you've experienced, and you never wanted to show felix your body because of this, but he never knew the reason.

it was late on a saturday night, and you were with felix, lying down on the bed, watching netflix. you were cuddling, with your leg over his, and he was in his iconic gray sweatpants and white shirt.

he was looking at you with admiration and gently grabbed your hand and pulled up your sleeve. you flinched, but he started tracing your scars and smiled.

“your skin, even with your scars, is like the sky with stars,”

he whispered, taking your chin in his fingers. he gave you the most beautiful smile and kissed your forehead.

“really?”

you murmured, your breath quickening as felix continued to trace the scars that led you to years of trauma.

looking at you with love in his eyes, nodded slowly.

”yes, really. to me, they’re like a constellation.”

he traced your scars with his finger, his touch sending chills down your spine. he looked at you with a mix of sadness and adoration.

he kept tracing your scars, his touch delicate and reverent.

“they’re not imperfections. they’re evidence of your strength. they’re a testament to the hard battles you’ve fought.”

he looked up at your face, giving you a soft smile,

“they’re a part of you, and i love every part of you. even the scars.”

he continued tracing your scars, his touch gentle and admiring.

“i know you don’t like them, and you try to hide them from me. but please believe me, i see the beauty in them. i see the resilience and the courage that you have.”

he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours.

“you’re not broken. you’re strong. and that’s more beautiful than any perfect skin could be.”

felix’s words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul. you looked into his eyes, and all you saw was love and acceptance. it was overwhelming, but in a good way.

“i never thought anyone could love me,”

you said softly, your breath slowly calming down the slightest bit,

“scars and all.”

he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“you are worthy of love, even with all of your flaws and imperfections. and i don’t just love you despite them. i love you because of them.”

you buried your face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. you whispered,

“i’m so afraid. afraid to show you all of me. afraid that you will think that i’m hideous.”

he held you tighter, and you could feel the rise and fall of his breathing. it was soothing. but it couldn’t help your anxiety of being bare and vulnerable again.

“i could never find you hideous. you are beautiful, inside and out. and i want to see all of you, if you will let me.”

felix replied, his deep, rumbly voice with an accent filling your ears. it tingled, and then it calmed you. but you could feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes already.

“i’m scared.”

he lifted your chin gently, making you look at him. the sincerity in his eyes was overwhelming.

“hey. look at me. i love you. scars and all. and i’ll do anything to make you feel safe with me.”

he wiped away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. he then kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

“i promise you, i won’t judge. i won’t think you’re hideous. all i want is to see you in your complete self.”

he pulled away slightly to look at you, his eyes searching your face.

“can you trust me? let me see you, truly?”

you took a deep, shaky breath. you knew that he was sincere, that he really did love you. but the fear was still there, clawing at your heart.

“i want to,”

you whispered, a sob daring to rip out,

“but it’s so hard.”

“i know it’s scary. but i’m here for you. i’ll be right here. i promise.”

he nodded, gently brushing a strand of hair off your forehead. his words and his touch were so gentle, they nearly broke you.

“okay,”

you said softly. you took a large exhale, then an exhale, just as felix had taught you to. you fidgeted with your hands for a minute, and replied,

“i’ll try.”

felix smiled, his eyes crinkling. he pulled you in for another tight hug, and you found yourself holding onto him like a lifeline.

“take your time. and remember, i love you no matter what.”

you took a deep breath and slowly sat up, breaking the hug. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and your hands were trembling.

“okay, i’m ready.”

you confessed, more to yourself than to felix.

he sat up and moved to sit in front of you. he took your hand in his and gave you an encouraging smile.

“i’m here, baby. i’m right here.”

your hands were still shaking as you reached for the hem of your shirt.

“just remember,”

you started off, still trembling tremendously,

“i look terrible when i-”

he cut you off by fiercely shaking his head.

“don't finish that sentence. you’re going to look amazing. no matter what.”

you took another deep breath and nodded. you slowly pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it on the bed.

you sat there for a moment, feeling vulnerable and exposed. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. you haven’t felt this vulnerable in ages. it didn’t feel good. you had to push through it.

his voice was soothing as he spoke, his hand rubbing your thigh.

“baby, look at me.”

you slowly raised your gaze to meet his. felix gave you a warm smile, his eyes full of love and adoration.

“you’re gorgeous.”

you could feel your face heating up, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit bashful.

“really?”

you asked him, a small smile creeping up the corner of your lips.

“absolutely. you’re stunning,”

he nodded, his eyes flickering down to your exposed skin. he looked back up at your face, his gaze never leaving yours. slowly, he reached out and ghosted his fingers over your arm. he traced the scars gently, his touch so light it almost tickled.

“see? aren’t these scars beautiful?”

“they’re not perfect,”

you muttered, flinching a little as he touched them. he shook his head gently, looking at you with sincere eyes.

“they don’t have to be perfect. scars have stories. and you are a walking masterpiece. every scar tells a part of your story.”

he gently pulled your arm towards him, his fingers still tracing the scars.

“these aren’t flaws. they’re proof that you’ve been through something, and you’ve survived. they’re part of what makes you...you.”

he gently placed your arm back down and moved closer to you, his face serious again.

“i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again. you’re not broken. you just need a little extra love. and that’s something i’m more than willing to give you.”

he reached out and gently touched your cheek, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.

you found yourself relaxing into his touch, the fear and anxiety fading away. you closed your eyes, feeling the comfort of his warm hand.

“you’re so good to me,”

you murmured, your voice barely audible.

he chuckled softly and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“that’s because i love you. all of you.”

[kpopkurves]

Velvet Sin

Themes: Dark Romance | Obsession | Possessive | Power Play | NSFW Themes (Implied)

Pairing Bang Chan x Reader/YN

Part 1 of ???

⸻

The air was thick—suffocating with heat and hunger, laced with the kind of silence that screamed. The only light came from the flicker of candles dripping wax down antique holders, and the slow, steady inhale of the man leaning against the wall like sin dressed in black.

Bang Chan.

He didn’t speak. Just watched you.

Eyes dark. Patient. Consuming.

He had that look again—like he was deciding whether to kiss you or destroy you. Maybe both.

“You were late,” he finally said, voice gravel and silk, low enough to make your stomach knot.

“I had to—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone was sharp, a blade cloaked in velvet.

You flinched before you could stop yourself. That always amused him. You were brave with everyone else, but not with him. Not when his control could unravel you with just a glance.

Chan pushed off the wall and stalked toward you with the kind of slow, calculated steps that made your breath catch. There was something predatory in the way he moved—like he already owned every inch of you, and was just deciding how to remind you.

“You think I don’t see the way they look at you?” he murmured, circling you. “The way you look back? Like I wouldn’t notice. Like you forgot who your fucking soul belongs to.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t talk. Not until I say you can.”

His gloved fingers slid beneath your jaw, tilting your chin up until your eyes met his. There was heat there—yes—but also danger. Obsession.

“I should keep you here,” he whispered. “Hidden. Locked in this room. Where no one else can look at you. Touch you. Tempt you.”

You trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of wanting that too much.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, lips just barely grazing. “You don’t belong to the world, {Y/N}. You belong to me.”

“I’m not yours,” you whispered, weakly—because even you didn’t believe it anymore.

He chuckled, dark and low. “Oh sweetheart. That lie doesn’t even sound good in your mouth.”

His hand slid down your throat to your chest, resting flat over your heartbeat. “This? It beats for me. Every thud is a reminder of who owns you. I don’t just want your body. I want your mind. Your fear. Your loyalty. I want the broken parts too.”

You felt dizzy—drunk on him, on the way his presence swallowed every thought.

Chan’s lips ghosted along your ear. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say who you belong to.”

You closed your eyes. The fight in you had long since burned to ash.

“I belong to you.”

His lips curved against your skin. “That’s my good girl.”

Then he kissed you—hard, consuming, dangerous. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask permission, the kind that marked. Claimed. Seared itself into your soul.

And when he pulled back, breathless and wild-eyed, he said the words that would stay with you long after the lights went out.

“I’ll ruin every version of you that doesn’t belong to me.”

And deep down, you wanted him to.

⸻

You left in the middle of the night.

No goodbye. No note. Just silence, like it might erase the hold he had on you. Your footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, each one heavier than the last, like your body already knew this wasn’t real. That you couldn’t outrun him.

But you had to try.

Because Chan was consuming you—thought by thought, breath by breath. He didn’t just love you. He possessed you. And that kind of love… it was lethal.

For three weeks, you stayed gone. A new city. A new number. You stopped looking over your shoulder, stopped checking every black car that passed. Almost convinced yourself that you were free.

Until tonight.

The knock on the door was slow—methodical. You knew it before you opened it. Knew it in your bones. Your heart tried to climb out of your chest as you turned the knob.

He was standing there, drenched in midnight and fury.

Bang Chan. Unbothered. Dangerous. Home.

“You really thought you could leave me?” he asked, voice calm in a way that made your blood run cold.

“I had to,” you whispered. “You were suffocating me.”

He stepped inside without permission, closing the door behind him with a click that sounded like a lock on a cage.

“Suffocating you?” he repeated, stepping closer until your back hit the wall. “No, baby. I breathed for you. I gave you everything. And you threw it away.”

“You controlled everything—”

“Because you’re mine.” His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head. “I know your darkness. I know what you crave. Don’t pretend you didn’t love being ruined by me.”

Your breath hitched. Because he was right.

You missed the chaos. The obsession. The way he made you feel like the center of the universe—even if the gravity was killing you.

His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you can live without me? You think I won’t tear the world apart to keep you?”

His hand found your wrist, dragging it up and pressing your palm against his chest. His heart pounded beneath your touch—fast, wild, angry.

“This is what you did to me. You left me bleeding for you. Every second you were gone, I wanted to burn the world down.”

“You don’t own me, Chan.”

He laughed—a low, unhinged sound. “No? Then why did you open the door?”

Silence.

You hated how right he was.

“You’re lying to yourself,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your ear. “You don’t want freedom. You want me. The chaos. The control. The way I bend you to my will and make you beg for more.”

Your body betrayed you, leaning in—desperate, weak.

“You’ll run again,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark affection. “But you’ll always come back. Because no one else knows how to love the broken, filthy parts of you like I do. No one else will worship your ruin like I do.”

He kissed you then—brutal, claiming, the kind of kiss that pulled you under and didn’t let go. You moaned against his mouth, hating how much you needed him. Hating how good it felt to be wanted this violently.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and final.

“There’s no way out, {Y/N}. You’re mine. In this life, and the next.”

And in the sickest part of your soul—the one he’d carved his name into—you knew he was right.

You never really left.

[lov3rachan]

Unfamiliar

Part two here

Summary: Felix was just your friend, perhaps even your best friend. But was he content with that?

Pairing: Felix x reader

Genre: angst (no comfort), gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: angst, unrequited love (ambiguous), friendzone

Word count: 422 words

Series: Loving you is a losing game

Comment: I hope you like it!

Requested by: no one

Written: this is from the second round of inspiration in March

Thanks to: as always, thanks to @skzdreamer for everything (from beta reading to feedback giving) and thanks to @blueohs for the feedback and idea!

Taglist: @skzdreamer13, @blueohs, @rayzyart, @lovetaroandtaemin

Network: @supernovanetwork

Felix had no excuse to feel like this.

He was your friend. Just a friend.

His job was to be there when you came home crying because of a bad date.

His job was to help you pick out an outfit that would impress your boyfriend.

His job was to pretend.

He had to pretend to like the guy, he had to pretend that he was happy for you… and he had to pretend that he wasn’t in love with you.

Everything would have been easier if he could tell you just how much he cared about you, how deeply in love he was.

It wasn't that easy, though. At least not for him.

He was used to loving people and being loved back but being in love… it felt unfamiliar.

Felix's love for you was pure, enough that he didn’t feel wrong for it, but he was also scared of pressuring you into something more.

Nor did he want you to believe that he had only been your friend to get with you.

That was how he decided he’d be your friend for the time being, that he’d be content.

The label that was supposed to be temporary began to become more and more difficult to shake off.

Felix was happy that you were so comfortable with him but sometimes you seemed to forget that he too was a man that could catch feelings.

“But you’re not like other men. You’re my best friend” you’d say.

Best friend.

Anyone would have been lucky to be your best friend but what was he supposed to do to catch your eye in a romantic manner?

Clearly, acting sexy and all was not the way to go, he sighed.

No matter what he did, how many batches of sweets he brought and how many compliments he gave… he was always ‘Friendly Felix’.

Perhaps he should have been a bit more evident in his special affection.

Then again, he was left with little options apart from confessing to you or displaying himself naked on your bed and, even then, you might not have caught the hint.

However, as his position as best friend solidified, he got more and more worried about rejection.

The only time he would truly feel brave enough to tell you something was whenever you ran back to him, crying, because of another scumbag that tried to date you.

Felix knew that he could have treated you better… if only he weren’t so scared to tell you that not only did he love you, but he was also in love with you.

[th3wizardoz]

Having major Symptoms due some events in my personal life today: time to frame my boy paper <3

[thatonegirlonhere]

Wrong number turned boyfriend

Felix x F!reader

Others: Seungmin, Changbin, Bangchan, I.N, Lee Know, Hyunjin, Han

Part 1 here

[cinnameez]

What has been happening around Stray Kids and Bang Chan in particular these days has been unbelievable. I cannot believe how as a fandom we failed. Some can’t be grateful for what is given; the group works to the bone to satisfy us when we keep wanting/asking for more and because some are unhappy, their first thought is to criticize instead of accepting it because, too bad for you but us others actually appreciate all their efforts.

There's so much to say here. The invasion of privacy? I'm not talking about all Brazilian Stays because I know not all of them went to the hotel, but for those who did, how rude of you! Could you imagine doing a show in a country you haven’t been to for the longest time and you're thanked by a huge crowd claiming they're your fans, squatting the streets in hopes to catch a glimpse of your face? Have they forgotten idols are also humans? Because that’s the most important thing and everyone forgets it. And again, the audacity to talk shit to Chan as if he's not doing everything to please your ungrateful being, knowing damn well he struggles mentally with himself. Have we not made a promise, as a community, to take better care of him?? Of all of them??

I'm not saying to stop going to the airports to see them (because that also seems to be an issue), I'm saying be considerate. I'm not saying stop fighting for them to have a show in your country, I'm saying be thoughtful. If you have just a bit of humanity and understanding, you'd see that they dedicate all so we fans are happy, so you take what’s given to you, and you learn to appreciate, you selfish person.

Remember, we make Stray Kids stay, and we want them to stay as long as possible, so let’s work hard and hate less (for no reason) for it to happen.

[longhairedh]

hii so i haven't used this account in YEARS but i just wanted to reblog this because the writing was so descriptive and it was a read that i couldn't put down. it was SO GOOD!

T a s t e ~ l.f

"Just look at me baby, day and night"

Description: You want what you're afraid of getting. You both play this game of want and desires, temptations, and limitations, secrecy, and need.

Word count: 8K. Hehehe. 😬

Author's note: I got into Stray Kids late summer last year, so there's a lot of performances I'm still getting into. But a week ago I saw Taste for the first time and...wow. When I first watched the Taste performance, everything was running through my mind at once. It was the perfect showcasing of temptation, where me -a usually by-the-rules person - had thoughts that were uncontrollable. I've never seen anything quite like that before, where in the moment I was so captivated. This concept came immediately after watching the video late hours into the night.

Additional notes: AU kind of...even though they're Danceracha, they're not members of Stray Kids. They're three college friends trying to make it by, making music.

Another note! This can be a little toxic, but the whole gist of this one shot is to showcase what temptations between people really look like, especially if you have one who grew up under strict conditions and now goes through inner conflict of whether or not they should throw away their restrictions for a chance. I don't want there to be anything that upsets anyone as they read this. It wasn't my intention honestly!

AND MOST IMPORTANT!

There's no smut in this. I'm not comfortable writing it. I know this one shot more ofc focuses on temptation and what that feels like, but I'm just not comfortable so please don't expect it and then get mad when you've reached the ending and there's nothing aha <3

Okay that's it! Happy reading! Hope you will enjoy <3

To lay it out in simple terms, you were drowning.

No, not literally. But it felt so much like it.The place had a way of heightening all of your five senses in one setting. You always found yourself playing the senses game with your dad when you were young. He may have forgotten about it, but you carried the habit with you, even if it was subconsciously. You always observed the five senses in a place and how that made you feel. Sometimes it was for safety measures, identifying what in an unknown room could be your shelter. Other times it was a reflection of happiness, if you were at the beach or somewhere that you could not count all your senses aligning in the best way.

But sometimes, on a night like tonight for instance, it was out of nerves.

Smell: The scent of expensive perfumes from those in the room lingering in the air.

Hear: The noises of conversations in and out of your ear through everybody else who was in the room.

Touch: Your pulse, right under your neck, a signal of nervousness when things got too overwhelming.

See: The lights dimmed in perfect blue, everything dark and rich in color that you may as well have been drowning with the wave of shade plastered and flashing shadows where the lights loomed.

Everything about this atmosphere was tempting, inviting, alluring. You could feel the vibration of the bass, on the floor right where your foot was planted, but also buzzing in your chest. You knew needed to breathe. But nothing was working with your senses anymore, almost as if they were too far gone, lost in this place of entrapment.

Why did you decide to come?

You were definitely out of place, you considered, as you craned your neck trying to look for something and nothing at the same time. People were chatting and laughing and you wondered if being social was a game of pretend that everyone aced at, or an actual skill. Nobody even looked bored before an event would start. It amazed you so. You on the other hand, always hated to be so early to places where you had no other choice but to socialize before the main events arrived. Yet for this specific night, you didn't dare arrive late. You didn't want to admit it out loud, but you didn't want to miss...him.

Great. Your mind was doing it again. Thinking about what you vowed not to think of. But there it was, a delicate subject you didn't want to tempt with thought and imagery, but it pulling you in.

Him, with his dark eyes, a stare that captivated you, and seemed to control all of you- your mind, your body, your soul. He was dangerous to what you thought held your convictions for so long, the definition of what you couldn't cross and somehow you did. Though not really. But still. The whole thing was rather...complicated.

Because it started with you, that night, three months ago. You didn't even know why you were there. Life was tough and you needed somewhere to escape to. Your friends always suggested a high scene that could make your feelings go numb for the evening, how the dopamine release would maybe even be good for you. You never considered it those days of your youth, but a few months back, you found yourself at a high scene of a nightclub under blaring lights.

~ 3 months ago ~

Even though you were in your early 20s, it was your first time, so of course you felt out of place. Did people actually enjoy this?

That night was a night of many firsts. A stranger sauntered over to you and asked to buy you a drink. You didn't realize that what happened in the movies you saw could actually take place in real life. People were making out in the back corner- full on, not caring if anyone else was looking, and not getting a room anytime soon. The music was loud. There were so many people, so many stories. But, you all were strangers to each other, and that was the pep talk you told yourself.

You were a stranger. Whether you were actually shy and timid or confident and sexy, no one would know the difference. It was one night in this nightclub. You could be anyone you wanted to.

You could also meet anyone you wanted. And that's what you did.

He was on the top floor when you first saw him, manspread on the purple lounge couch. There were two other guys with him, one with brown hair and the other with blue hair but you barely noticed. Even when they stopped talking to each other and eyed you as you got to the top of the staircase, searching for a place to sit, your eyes only zeroed in on one.

See: Jet black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, wearing all black. He was the most beautiful person you could ever see. His features were pretty, but his stance was dominant and you couldn't help but let your mind run with thoughts that normally didn't cloud your vision. But this night was meant to be different anyway, at least, that's what you were trying to tell yourself.

You swallowed before you spoke out. "Am I allowed to sit here?" You asked, because for some strange reason no one else was up in the balcony seats, just those three men.

The man in the middle of the couch smiled before he shifted in his seat, moving to the other side of the couch.

"Of course you are. Come sit."

Hear: His voice was lower than expected, a velvety tone with a certain accent, though he didn't say enough words for you to realize which one it was. Your heart churned deep in your chest as you slowly walked towards them. You sat down right where the middle man patted and immediately you were hit with the scent of his cologne.

Smell: A hint of springtime but spice of power.

When you sat by him, the two other guys that were there wandered off, leaving you and the middle man alone. They made no excuses and walked out like it was no big deal. You didn't want to disturb any of them, but they were out of your hair by the time you sat.

You couldn't help but sneak a glance at who was sitting right by you on the couch. The music was blaring, lights were dimmed but luminescent enough so you could see the sparkles around his eyeliner and the color tint on his lips. He looked incredibly unreal, just sitting there.

And then he looked at you.

It was strange. You would be the person who would look away instantly, blush constantly and find something to fidget with, causing so much of a distraction to reduce the heat on your cheeks and color on your face. But right there in that moment, you didn't look away, you stared right back.

You didn't know anything about him, but you remembered how when you first walked into the club you said to yourself that you wanted a change. That you could be whoever you wanted, and no one would know anything different. He wouldn't know anything of your shy nature, the innocent image that so many mocked you about, he wouldn't know.

"Can I get you a drink?" The man asked finally, his pupils looking so intensely at your soul you thought he was genuinely lost in them. He was attentive, that was noted.

You shook your head. You've never drank before. Even though tonight would be the night of promises to live young and not overthink everything, you were still nervous for the substances.

"I'm good. Thank you though." You answered.

He nodded understandably as he sat up straighter. "Ah, that's okay." He said.

"I've never seen you here before. Are you new to the city?" He continued.

It was when he said that your heart started beating a bit more. Australian, that's what it was. He was definitely Australian.

He angled his body on the couch so he could face you properly. Though you were shy among his gaze, and had trouble fully looking at him.

"I've been here, I just..." You paused. You didn't want to seem like such a fool if you were to say that you've never been in a nightclub before. The man looked around your age and it would be somewhat embarrassing.

So you lifted your eyes and looked at him.

"I just never got to actually talk to you before." You said.

The man blinked before he leaned forward, a hand brought his chin as he gazed at you. "You've seen me here, but you never talked to me?"

You swallowed but wanting to keep going with the act. You told yourself in your mind not to care. So what if you flirted a little bit? Anything that would comment for this man would be truthful anyway.

So you scanned him with your eyes, taking everything in before you spoke out.

"Well...you're the sexiest person I've ever laid eyes on, so it'd be difficult..." Your voice trailed off.

Oh goodness. Did you really just say that out loud?

The man raised an eyebrow, but his smirk said otherwise. "Sexy, yeah? That's what you think of me as?"

When he repeated your words back, it made you suddenly shy, looking away. How did people at clubs do this? Were they always that forward?

He looked like he was okay with it, but you couldn't keep this front and confident act much longer. But you wanted to. You so wanted to just forget about your worries and let the night take its course.

"Hey," He chuckled warmly. "Don't go shy on me now." He said, eyes never leaving your face.

So you didn't. You took a deep breath and looked back at him. "Yes, that's what I think of you. You're sexy."

Being forward left a weird taste in your mouth, but the way he looked at you said so much at the same time. It fed you, fed your emotions. Because you could see that your words were the ones to cause him to smile, despite the shyness wanting to creep up on you.

"Thank you." His voice was a low decibel of temptation. He let his eyes travel down past your eyes for a split second before centering back on your face again.

You blinked and took a shallow breath, trying to ease the thundering beat in your chest.

The man then smiled genuinely and you swore you never saw anything more unreal. He looked kissable. You wondered what kissing him would feel like.

Where did that thought come from?

"You're a little shy, aren't you?" He guessed, reading your like a book.

Touch: You crossed one leg over the other, accidentally brushing his leg with yours and you quickly drew it back. You were failing your confidence but the way he looked at you...there was really no chance.

He chuckled when you didn't respond. "Don't be, get comfortable. What's your name?" He asked.

You said it and he repeated your name to himself before he nodded. "It compliments you. You're just as beautiful if not more."

And there came the butterflies once more.

You turned to him, trying to come back to look into his brown eyes. "What's your name?" You threw the question back to him.

"Felix." He answered, giving you his hand to shake.

It wasn't the most unexpected name for this midnight prince of a man. If anything, it was pretty attractive.

Around you both the music still blared and you started to feel your mind drifting back to the scene around you with your senses. But you wanted to be present and looked back at Felix with a question in mind.

"So...why are you here tonight?" You asked, trying to attempt conversation.

Felix looked up at the ceiling and then around. "Honestly...I'm performing on that stage in a minute." He said, looking behind him.

You did a double take when you saw the stage. "On...the pole?"

Felix shook his head and laughed. "No, no. A couple of friends and I we dance and make music, and then we perform at clubs."

Your face flushed. "Oh."

That was it. You were done. Embarrassed. You would try to take a cab and leave and never return. Possibly leave the country. Never be seen again. Burried in a hole. Whatever worked.

You didn't realize you were actually spacing out and planning a disappearing act until you felt a strong but soft touch on your arm. You averted your gaze and saw Felix shooting a soft smile.

"Why are you here tonight?" He asked.

It was very much of a good question. You wanted to know yourself. Life was being a lot. You needed a change of scene. You wanted to check out the club. You wanted to not let your worries cloud your mind. You were a rigid person and you imagined what it would be like to, for one moment, live more freely.

But you weren't about to go into the details of it all. You still were assigned one task, and that was let go.

"Because...I want to see you perform." You answered softly.

Felix blinked in surprise before he smirked, his hand patting your leg.

"Good girl." He muttered.

Hear: The words "good girl", over and over in your head from now until morning. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

Felix suddenly stood up and you looked at him, your heart beat picking up in haste."Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused.

Felix glanced at the stage and then back at you, his eyes daring. "Going to be the reason why you came here tonight, of course. You should watch the stage." He winked and then walked away, going down the stairs, not looking back once.

He was so mysteriously sexy, so captivating, that you didn't know if your mind was held straight. You were thinking a million thoughts, imagining instances that past you would never do. On and on were piles of debating in your head between the two. The familiar innocence you vowed to protect, or the risking image that didn't care who you were, allowing you to dive deep into someone else. Maybe someone you were all along.

You couldn't think much because soon the music died down and you walked to the rail of the balcony, looking down. You technically could've gone down, but there were so many people. You liked having the space to yourself. It made you observe.

And when Felix and his two friends were finally on stage and danced, you were absolutely stunned. The other two were passionate, of course. The one with the blue hair was like blazing fire and then other with brown hair like sharp ice. Yet Felix had a power to him, an aura that was unshaken. He moved effectively and gracefully at the same time.

Their small set ended, only a couple of songs before the three went back upstairs and joined you as the stage was getting ready for exotic dancers. You stood up, wanting to pull Felix aside. When Felix saw you, he smiled, sauntering over to you.

"What did you think?" He asked in a low tone, reaching you.

You looked at him, truly. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his hair was slightly messier from the dancing. He was breathing hard, staring at you. It made you feel vulnerable of the true thoughts in your mind. You wondered just this once, how he would react if you were direct.

"I think you're a dangerous temptation." You finally answered bluntly, stepping into his space.

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm a dangerous temptation, how so?" He asked, though his voice was smug.

He was taller than you but he crouched down, leaning forward so he could be at eye level with you.

You took a deep breath. "Because..." Your voice trailed off as you noticed a strand of hair covering his eye. You wanted to see his eyes. Without thinking you moved his escaping strand away, brushing it behind his ear. But it wasn't until you felt your fingertips reach the side of his face and saw him staring at you, not backing away either, gave you a weird longing.

What if tonight nothing mattered?

What if you could just be?

Felix stepped closer to your space, looking down at you. When he watched your hand slowly run through his hair, you caught him biting his lip subtly, but to you it was so hot.

He said your name then, eyes on you. When you looked at him, as the blue lights shone on his face, you could see a dark look in his eyes, it was calling you.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" You asked lowly.

A night of first experiences. It started with the drink offering, it continued with the flirtatious comments, and now it came to this point. You may have imagined the possibility of 'what if', but now it was your reality.

You just asked the hottest man in this whole club if he wanted to leave with you. That was something you never imagined yourself to do.

You looked to the side for a second, but the moment that you would want to second guess, a gaze of his would send darts to your heatt, causing it to beat rapidly in response to how he was looking at you. A wave of intensity and suddenly fear of regret if the night didn't happen, rushed through your soul.

"My place or yours?" Felix asked. His voice was even deeper if that made sense, filled with need.

"Yours." You said immediately.

~Present Day ~

You glanced on the watch on your arm, and then looked back to the stage. It was empty, the smoke machine clouding your vision. The playlist in the background was loud, the stero basically right in front of you. But what did you expect, you were front row.

You wondered where he was, maybe backstage with Hyunjin and Lee Know. You recalled when you first formally met the two, a few days after the first night you met Felix. It was a hang out, he called it, where a bunch of his friends and him were grabbing drinks and he wanted to see you again. He also wanted to talk to you. You didn't know why you said yes. He was supposed to be a stranger you'd know for one night, and then you both would leave each other and never see each other again. But of course, knowing your luck, it could never happen.

That night, the first one where after his set, you both left the venue not looking back, nothing actually happened. You were a virgin, you were raised strictly under rigid parental rules, you never drank or did drugs, you haven't had a first real kiss, you've never had any guy talk to you let alone bring you to their place, and you were scared regardless. But you wanted him. You didn't know why, but you wanted Felix so much.

~3 months ago~

Your foreheads pressed against each other. You felt his hands grab your face but you let your head stay around his. You could feel him all around, inhaling his scent. You were in his room, in his bed and yet...nothing. Sure there were touches here and there, kisses peppered down your neck, but you were so nervous. In the heat of the moment, being in the club with the blaring lights, electrifying music and sensual atmosphere it was easy to not think and let go. But right there in Felix's house, things were more difficult to navigate.

"I...don't know." You admitted softly.

Felix sighed, planting a kiss on your forehead once more. When he departed, he looked at you, and then ran his hands down your arm.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to." He said.

You glanced at the bed. It was soft, inviting, right there. And that was Felix was well. He was right there.

You looked down at your lap. "I want to, but...i- I don't know."

Felix remained quiet, nodding. When you saw his understanding you rested your arms around his neck, giving him some physical consolement. He breathed in deeply, eyes closed for a second before he leaned in once more and kissed the side of your chin. You hitched out a gasp.

"You want to but you don't know." Felix repeated your words against your skin.

He had a tendency of doing that, of throwing back the words you said so that you could hear echo in his voice. It was a shot of questioning if you were really sure. But it was so attractive coming from him.

Without even realizing it, you slightly tilted your head to the side, allowing him the access. His hands traveled down to your waist and as the kisses went deeper he found grip in your hips. A slow hand creeped, under your shirt to touch your bare skin. But as you felt his touch your eyes opened and you moved in your seat.

"Felix...I..."

You didn't want Felix to get annoyed. Every time you initiated something, he would respond to it, then you chickened out. You were sure that back in the club there were a lot of people who would want to spend the night with Felix.

You were the one that asked him, and now that it was happening you're nervous and indecisive?

You shook your head, feeling stressed out. It shouldn't be this stressful. Either you wanted it or not.

"I'm sorry." You apologized in a whisper.

Felix stared at you a little more. "What do you want from me, baby? What do you want me to do for you?"

~Present Day~

Two months and 13 days. It had been two months and 13 days since you've seen him. You were nervous as you craned your neck trying to look for something. You eyed the exit sign. You felt ridiculous. Surely you wanted to see this performance, but you were right up front, meaning Felix would see you.

He sent you an invitation, letting you know that he was going to be performing at an event. It wasn't even a bar or a club, it was an arts venue where people got the chance to display their talents and get scouted if they had the chance. You were proud of Felix, and Hyunjin and Lee Know. You knew that they were talented and worked hard.

You were curious for their song choice. Felix didn't say much when you asked him, just that it was written by the three of them inspired by true events. Then he told you it'd be special if you could make it, since it was inspired by you.

You never had a song inspired by you before.

You were going to go regardless. It wouldn't matter if they sang about bowling, whatever it was, you knew they would put on a show. But the fact that it was inspired by you...what part of you?

Would it be very direct and knowing? Did it include your name? Or was it slightly subtle, using certain words and symbolism that only made sense from the person that wrote it, and the muse.

Your heart beat at the thought. There was an anticipation growing in the air as the smoke machine from the stage traveled just about where you were. You breathed in deeply and closed your eyes. You were ready for whatever was to come.

~3 months ago~

It became on and off, like a tennis match.

Another night the guys performed at a bar. When their set was done, a lady with long brown hair and a sparkly black dress walked over to Felix and was talking to him across the room. She was smiling, using wild gestures and you're stomach flipped when you saw her hold on to his arm while laughing. Felix gave a smile and talked with her for a bit, nodding along to what she was saying.

You felt pathetic. Why did you think that you and Felix had something? There were rules and natures to the club scene. People weren't to be in contact with each other after a nightly exchange. So if you were the one Felix talked to that first night, that meant someone else would be the one the next time.

You got up from your seat abruptly, and Felix's eyes averted to you but you turned, picking up your purse, and then weaved your way through the crowd. You were done with the night. You needed to go back to your place and relax.

You left the bar and stood by the crossroad, waiting for the light to turn green so you could walk. As you looked up into the night sky, your eyes trying to adjust to the orange street lights in comparison to the darker theme shades in the bar, you heard footsteps behind you.

"She just wanted to say she liked our set. She works in the music industry."

It was Felix no doubt.

You shook your head and then shrugged. "Okay...? That's great."

"You don't have to be jealous about it, I'm not interested in her."

You weren't facing Felix, but you could hear the undertones of his voice and recognized the smug. He was enjoying this.

"I'm not jealous." You said.

Felix hummed. "You're not jealous, huh?" You could feel him walking closer to you.

"You must think so lowly of me." Felix's hand snaked around your waist and then pulled you closer with no effort.

"You left a whole bar, took all your stuff, just because I was talking to someone of the opposite sex. You don't think I know what's going through your brain right now, do you?"

You breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent once more. The close contact was driving you crazy but you kept your eyes to the signs, waiting for the signal for you to walk.

And then a kiss planted on the back of your neck. And another. And another.

"The way you look mirrors how I look at you. The way you think of me is what I think of you. How your body yearns for me is how my body yearns for you. You don't think I would know?" Felix's voiced out in a low purr in your ears, his breath fanning your skin.

Slow kisses peppered lightly on your neck and then traveled down to your shoulder.

"You're sexy when you get jealous. So innocent yet so possessive? It turns me on." Felix narrated, holding you up as you could feel tingles throughout the course of your body.

It should have been weird thinking that you were in the position outside for all the public to see as you waited at the crossroads, but you didn't mind. In a weird way it was almost thrilling? You wished that you could go home with him then and there.

But you couldn't. And just as Felix's left hand slid down your thigh, you took a step forwards moving away.

"Felix," You took a deep breath, and then faced him. "You know I can't." You said.

For the first time, he got quiet. There was a slight look on his face, a flash of something you couldn't depict before he looked at you.

"What do you want from me then?" Felix asked, once more, saying your name calmly.

"You undress me with your eyes but get all shy whenever I touch you. What are you leaving me with?" He asked.

You looked down. You figured you owed Felix the truth.

"I've never done...anything with anyone before." You admitted.

Felix nodded. "That's fine, I have no intention of taking something away from you if that's not what you want. But you've told me you wanted it. And you seduce me. You ask me to take you to my apartment. I can't think straight when I'm with you. And yet the moment we try, you're gone." Felix said, running fingers through his hair.

"You're confused." He added.

I blinked and then shook my head. "You're the one confusing me. I don't know what I want to do with you. I don't know what I want you to do to me. I imagine things and I want to experience it with you..." You let your voice trail off.

Felix brushed hair out of your eyes. "I want to do everything to you. But you're not helping me. And this innocent self of yours isn't innocent at all. You're a temptress." Felix kissed you once more right by your jaw, just where you felt your knees went weak.

But he left go before anything escalated. His eyes looked over your head and then he pointed. "If you really want to go, it's your walk now."

You turned and looked seeing that there was indeed the countdown for the street. Cars waited for you to cross, their gazes impatient. You looked back at Felix and then the light once more.

You may have been a 'temptress' but Felix was nothing more than a 'tempter' himself.

~Present Time ~

They were last. Of course they were last.

The event night had gone on, with amazing debuting artists and groups. You liked the music and enjoyed the varied dances. There were traditional styles, ballads sung, hip-hop numbers, rock...etc. It was a little bit of everything.

You almost forgot the main reason why you were here. You were enjoying the night way more than you had initially expected, but as the MC came on stage thanking everyone for coming, it was then you realized they were the showstoppers.

"We have one more group for you guys, they're performing an original never performed before, ladies and gentleman! You're the first to hear this so let's make sure it's extra special to them. Give it up for Danceracha!"

The audience cheered and your heart thundered as the room went dark, lights out for a second. You sat up straighter, your eyes never leaving the stage as you prepared for anything though you weren't sure for what to expect.

See: Blue lights. It was a deep hue, and with the visuals of bubbles on the screens surrounded the room as though the place was underwater. Three spotlights in light blue lines centered towards the three that move as soon as the song starts. Hyunjin to the left, Lee Know in the middle, and Felix on the right side. There were dancers around the stage in black, in a startup runners position but not moving.

Hear: The music started. F# minor. It sounded mysterious, alluring, matching the colors of the lights around. It's own kind of sexy but captivating in a way that would make anyone wonder what was to come.

The three danced with grace and flow, synchronizing with the beat. The intro played, your eyes looking to where he was.

And how could you not? He looked incredible in a deep indigo unbuttoned silk blazer atop a black tank top over black dress pants, accessorized in silver index rings for both his right and left hand, and a lock necklace over his chest. His black hair slightly growing a bit longer in the back, and fluffy front covering the sides of his face. He moved seriously, passionately, elegantly, and dangerously.

The backup dancers with them got up and the three starting walking to the center of the stage. Just as they started their formation, you heard the voice you unknowingly missed, the voice you craved.

Fake eyes open

또 속아버린 아픔

이참에 날 또

가지고 놀아줘

You took a deep breath. Even within the first lines you knew. You knew exactly what he was saying.

Lee know started singing next and you heard the softness of his tone.

Fake eyes open

또 속아버린 아픔

이참에 날 더

망가지게 놀아줘

Hyunjin came in third with the power of the song building up.

It's like bad red roses

향기에 미쳐 호흡이 가빠짐

아름다움에 가려진 짙고 두꺼운 가시

Don't care about it 알고 있잖아

베일에 싸인 눈동자

헷갈린다면 지금 이 순간을

Lee Know sang once more in a falsetto.

즐겨 baby baby don't test me oh no

Baby baby don't get me wrong

The next sequence had Lee Know and the dancers lower themselves, immediately drawing the spotlight now to Felix as he sang the next part. People around you cheered.

거짓은 안 해 감히

의미 부여한 이 밤의

정답은 you can get me

오로지 you can get me

The music played then, no words excepted Lee Know vocalizing and the smoothness of their dance. Almost like they were swimming. Almost like you were drowning.

They all got up, Felix singing once more.

Yeah make you feel my love la la la

지�� 너 come and taste me now

Yeah you better watch out

You're gonna like ah

그래 난 속삭여 la la la la

Hyunjin came back to the center, carrying the last of the pre-chorus as the beat was building.

너와 나 둘 사이의 거릴 좁혀

잠깐의 호흡과 맞닿아 true up

이 스윗한 공간에 빨라진 ah

이 스윗한 공간에 달궈진

The music came to a sudden stop, only the faint sound of a chimy instrument playing as Felix graced the center of the stage, eyes turning to you as he pointed.

Just look....at...me

The beat of the chorus came back strong as the room erupted with cheers. The dance had intensified, filled with electrifying motion that made your heart soar. They were so in sync with each other and yet knowing that what they were saying was inspired by you...it made you sit up straighter and clear your throat.

And then your breath was held when you saw them in hypnotic rhythm going down to the floor.

Just look at me baby, day and night

A single touch. Even though part of the choreography, you weren't ready for Felix's hand that drifted up his leg as his back arched slightly, head rolled back as he sang that line.

What on earth was he doing to you and why was it working so much?

Lee Know started singing the next part again as the ground work was now on their knees.

Don't make me bad make me bad

I'm addicted to you

Hyunjin sang the next part in a beautiful falsetto.

이미 길들여진 내 맘을 자극해

They spun, getting out of the position and were now standing along with the dancers as Lee Know sang the same line again, the beat dropping.

Don't make me bad

Bad

Addicted to you

In synchronized movement, all the guys on stage leaned to the side. It was when looking at Felix and seeing his hand go up to his face did you realize it was him singing the same way Hyunjin just did in a heavenly falsetto, as if he wasn't the one with a low sultry voice for the duration of the song.

시작해 버린 이상 내 게 아님 안 돼

The music started to quiet down, back to the soft purr of seduction like the intro of the song. All of the guys' movements flowed like water, breathing heavily but graceful and poised in a swimming-like manner. It was just the keyboard pad and the chimed-like instrument playing as each person took a step back, and then another. And as the dancers dispersed to the sides of the stage, Felix, Lee Know and Hyunjin held their ending pose as the music came to an end, centered on the stage.

The lights went to black and everyone throughout the room cheered. You could see people around you giving standing ovations yet you stayed unmoved trying to still your beating heart and finding a way to process everything that just happened in the span of two minutes.

Desire. Need. Yearning. Passion. Sensual images and thoughts running in your head. Throughout the performance, though still professional, Felix managed to make a way of giving you his personal show. No one in the building would ever think anything of it, but the words, the dance, the eye contact, everything was what you understood.

It was something the two of you danced with yourselves. Wanting to give in, but being afraid. Yet so separately wanting to find out what would happen...if...

You sat back for a long time, an aftermath of conversations were playing as your background music even though the song was still in your head. Felix was engraved there. The way he looked, the way he sounded, the way he moved...it was everything to you.

The MC came back saying that the night was still young and there would be the chance for everyone to start partying and dancing the night away. The groups that would be scouted would be announced the following few days, but to throw all the worries aside the MC invited people go the dance floor.

You stayed for a little bit, and then got up. You needed to wash your face. You didn't know necessarily what that would do but you needed something to help you feel loose? You were feeling courageously needy, but for the first time, you didn't want the feeling to shoot down once activated.

When you took a minute to yourself- even though it didn't help much- rinsing cold water on your face, you looked at your reflection in the bathroom window. Replays of the performance ran once more through your head. You couldn't help but feel a bit of pride, considering the fact that there were many young and pretty people who had eyes and could definitely see Felix as attractive, and yet...you were the one he was singing to.

You had to find him.

You stayed in the bathroom for about a minute more and wiped at the cold droplets on the sides of your face before you took a deep breath and walked out, going back to the main room. You stopped right at the entrance of the door, scanning the crowd. Felix could be anywhere. Perhaps backstage, maybe talking to people, or maybe....

Wait.

It was timely how you recognized him. Insane, really, because all down the far side he was basically a shadow. But you saw him. You saw at the far corner someone sitting by the back corner. Drink in hand, manspread on the wooden chair. His blazer was off, revealing his black tank top.

He was ruining you without even doing anything.

Surrounding him was a couple of other guys. They had black T-shirts on so you figured it was the some of the backup dancers.

You took a deep breath and then started walking. You awkwardly weaved your way through the dancing train of people before you got to the back of the room. When you reached the table, everyone turned. You felt nervous seeing that you were looking right at Felix after all this time of no contact.

"Um...we're gonna go to the floor. I'm sure you two have some catching up to do." One of the dancers said. He gave a knowing look at you and you wondered if he knew who you were.

Felix shot a smile, giving him a crisp dap and then a salut. "Okay, have fun." He wished.

His voice. How you missed the sound of his voice.

Felix waited a few extra seconds to see each of them leave you both before he averted his eyes to you. There was a story twisted with an airing confidence in his eyes.

"Didn't think you'd show." He said, now planting his elbow on the table. He leaned back, shamelessly staring down your low v-neck shirt. But you were shamelessly staring at his arms, playing at this game as well.

You shrugged. "I had to. I know how much this night is important to you."

Felix nodded, taking a sip of his drink before setting the glass down. "So..." He pushed his hair back, combing his fingers through it before he leaned forward.

"Did you like what you saw?" He asked.

You didn't want to sugarcoat it. You couldn't anyway.

"You were incredible. And the song...it was...it made me think of things..." You answered shyly.

Felix didn't say anything for a few seconds but you saw the corner of his lip lift in a small smirk.

"Yeah? What kind of things?"

You looked down, feeling the heat on your cheeks as your mind went wild. Imagining having Felix touch you, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear with his deep voice, to be the one you could experiment with. He sold that image during the performance, and you wanted nothing more than for him to carry that persona with you, behind closed doors, no one watching.

"Talk to me, baby. What's on your mind? I wanna know." Felix said, his eyes looking up at you in a strange innocent doe way, as if he wasn't the one in charge for setting your soul on passionate fire.

You breathed deeply, taking slow steps towards him. He was right in front of you now, though he didn't stand up and you didn't sit. You were looking down at him and Felix was looking up at you.

"It made me think of...you doing whatever you want to me..." You said.

Felix didn't make any quick movements but somehow he sat closer. He reached forward and hooked his finger to your belt loops, slowly reeling you closer.

"Is that so?" He asked, looking up at you.

You took a sharp intake of air, trying to hold it together. It wasn't even much but this gesture made you feel in need, like a glimpse of what could happen tonight with his control.

But suddenly Felix let go of his grip, his hands in the air in a surrendering position.

You looked at him confusingly. Why would he stop right there? Right when you began to feel once more like pottery clay molding into his hands.

Felix looked at you dead in the eye. "I'm not going to touch you at all, if you don't want this. Okay?"

You nodded.

"No, love, I need words. You got it?" His voice was firm and clear. It seemed to you he was done with mixed signals. And you understood him, because you were done too.

"Yes." You answered in a small voice.

Felix nodded once, licking his lips as he took in all of you. But just as he said, he stuck to the rules, folding his arms instead. You knew in this moment you had to be the one to take the first leap.

So you did something you've seen in movies a couple of times. You stepped closest to Felix and then brought your hand down to his chest, slowly. Felix took in a sharp breath, but still looked at you, challenging a continuation by your command. When you felt confident in doing so, you withdrew your hand from his chest slowly. Locking eyes with his, you nodded.

"I do want this. I'm not going to be like a light switch and annoy you, I truly want this more than ever. I want you." You said.

Felix looked at you and then looked around the room, and back at you. "You're sure?"

"Yes." You repeated, your voice louder.

Felix flashed a smile as he stood up, towering over you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and just when you were right in front of him you could feel his kisses finding their way across your neck, a familiar feeling you didn't know how much you missed.

But you didn't want your first time to be in a crowd as loud as this, barely hearing as the pop and EDM fill your eardrums.

As though sensing that, Felix pulled away, but lifted your chin so you were at eye level with him.

"I'm going to take you to my place, okay? Do you have your stuff?" He asked lowly.

You were so caught up staring at him, so close to your face, that you almost forgot what he asked. But you nodded, looking down at your purse. "Yeah, it's all here."

Felix nodded and then smiled at you in such an endearing way you could almost kiss him first at the sight.

You were breathing heavily, heart beating. The moment would soon be yours and you wanted to savor everything, remembering the exact feelings you had to look back on.

Felix didn't waste time placing a hand on your knee as he drove, caressing you ever so softly but enough to make you shiver in your seat. It was a reminder that you very much so were in his car and was going back to the place you hadn't been in months. Only, there would be a different ending with this time.

And when you arrived, you let out a small noise when he didn't even bother warning you, didn't even bother opening the lights, but he led you through the dark, entering his room. You faced the bed, knowing that tonight would be when it all would happen.

"You haven't changed your mind, no?" Felix asked, leaning against the drawer as he eyed you.

Why was he so effortlessly hot?

You shook your head and looked at Felix. "No." You said.

When you thought back to the performance, the words Felix said, how he sang, the daunting look in his eyes, you would be a fool to not take this opportunity and truly let go for the first time. And you wanted it to be Felix who would have his way with you, however he wanted it. You couldn't see it any other way.

"You're shaking."

"Oh am I? I didn't notice." You replied sarcastically, which made Felix chuckle.

"I missed you." He admitted, which made your heart flip.

"I missed you too." You repeated.

Felix slowly walked over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Close your eyes and relax for me?" He whispered in your ear.

Hear: His low voice penetrated your being. Sultry and soothing but charming and the very thing that made you at his service and obey.

You closed your eyes immediately and felt his lips nuzzle your ear. But you let out a small giggle, squirming a little. You could hear Felix laugh behind you.

"It tickles?"

You just giggled in reply. You still keep your eyes closed. For a few seconds there's nothing, but right after you felt his arms wrap around your chest, holding you tightly as he presses his sweet kisses on the back of your neck once again.

Smell: The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, beckoning and surrounded you at the same time. You wanted to bathe in it.

You sighed deeply.

"Remember to breathe, yeah?" Felix advised, his lips moving on your skin.

"Yeah." Your heart fluttered and you exhaled.

Felix hummed, his hand grazing down your chest. "You're so..." His voice trailed off.

You waited, hesitant but curious as to what Felix thought of you. But after long seconds of nothing as Felix started to kiss down your shoulder, you turned your neck slightly, opening your eyes.

"I'm so...? What? What am I?" You asked.

Felix took your waist, and gently moved you so that you were now turned around and facing him. Strands of hair fell in your face in the process of sudden movement, and Felix smiled, pushing the strands back behind your ear.

"When there's a better word than tempting I'll use it, but until then, that's all I'll say." He whispered.

"You're tempting me." You let out in a small voice.

"I'm tempting you." Felix repeated. You now concluded that when he repeated your words, it was the hottest thing ever.

Felix tilted his head upwards, looking at you with daring eyes. "Do something about it?" He dared.

Oh. My. Soul.

You took a deep breath, looking down. You were still scared, even though there was something that enveloped you. A feeling of want and need mixted together, as though the aftermath wouldn't even matter as long as Felix was right in front of you, staring with the same look of desire.

Touch: Your hands slowly grazed his chest, slowly and tentatively pulling the hem of his tank top.

Felix eyed you as he licked his lips, as though blinking would make him miss something.

Your heart beat continuously, mind pressing with thoughts as you, once more, noticed the scene heighten your five senses.

See: No other eyes but his, looking at no one else but you. The glow after dancing on stage, the beauty that was present with his dark features. The intoxicating look of thirst in his gaze.

Hear: Breathing. Faint but heavy. You couldn't even tell if it was coming from you or him, but you could hear the tension.

Smell: His cologne. The scent of springtime with a spice of power.

Touch: The fabric of the tank top. Cotton, perhaps? You didn't know. You didn't care. You suddenly wanted it off.

There was once more sense, but the intensity of the moment was making you experience a sort of amnesia. It made you frustrated, those leading up moments where they were careful and with care, but also dropped with tension that would wanted to cut. It was like a dam just moments before it would burst. But now this was driving you crazy because....

What was that last sense?

Felix's beautiful lips parted when you felt his abs through the shirt. He held your head with his hands, his eyes solely fixated on your lips.

"Kiss me or leave me." He whispered, the words powerful enough to send a wave through your core.

And that was when it clicked. His song. The last sense.

Taste.

The taste of his lips on yours, crashing, furiously enough let your head fall back. He groaned against your mouth, holding the back of your hair with the palm of his hand. He tasted like cinnamon but also a hint of peppermint as well. He fueled you in a way that was better than any of your imaginations.

So like tonight, and 3 months ago when you both first met, you were drowning in alluring waters under the surface of where you temptations washed over you. But unlike the game of tug-of-war to your body and heart where you would win, tonight you let the rope go with no regrets. You knew that this night was where finally, all of your senses aligned gloriously, and that there was no other person who could give it all to you but Felix.

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°•°•°•°•★ hyunjin & felix ★°•°°•°•°•°•°•°

🎤🎶trying to training realism~ i did when i was feeling very low... and between two big arts projects of mine!

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Can I see your d*ck? (drabble)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

synopsis: you're lounging on your bed with your best friend peacefully until an intrusive thought wins over.

wc: 1.0k

warnings: lots of dirty talk, making out, fingering

a/n: idk what this is, i feel unhinged and not inspired to write today so this might suck but thanks @jazz-the-writer 😏💜 (side not: y'all his hands might be small by some standard that i'm not aware of but to me they're big cause i am small and that is hot, mkay)

Your best friend is leaning on your pillow looking all pretty and alluring and you can't help your thoughts.

Or your mouth.

"Can I see your dick?" it rolls off your tongue kind of accidentally. Felix coughs, choking on air as he looks up from his phone.

"Excuse me?" he looks at you in disbelief and your cheeks warm up.

"Your dick. I want to see it."

You can't really back out now.

"Um... you can't just ask stuff like that?" his eyebrow is raised, but his cheeks become rosy too.

"Why not? Do I need to get you drunk first?" you smirk.

"N-no, just... Why would you ask that?" he chuckles nervously.

"Well, I've never seen one. Not in real life, at least." you say and he smirks suddenly.

"Where else have you seen a dick?" he sits up and so do you.

"Porn, duh." you roll your eyes.

"What kind of porn?" he leans in closer and you whine, rolling your eyes again.

"Don't change the subject! Will you let me see it?"

"No, I will not show you my dick, y/n. Be for real." he laughs, shoving you playfully.

"You're totally not fun." you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Felix smirks to himself as he looks away from you. His heart hammers against his ribs as he bites on his lip and considers teasing you.

"How about this?" he turns around to look at you again. "I wanna see yours too."

"Hate to disappoint you Lixie but I don't have a dick." you joke and his face becomes as red as a tomato.

"I meant your... you know." he looks away.

"My what? Say it." you lean in closer and he visibly shivers.

"Y-your... pussy?" he whispers and you laugh.

"Okay." you shrug and he gasps, thinking you'd surely back out after that request.

"You're for real?" he gulps.

"Mhm." you nod, your heart skipping a beat in excitement but Felix struggles.

"I mean... it's not... it's not hard yet, you know."

"Can I help with that?" you inch closer to your best friend. And god, he is so beautiful.

"We could make out?" he suggests and you agree immediately because who wouldn't want to kiss those lips?

The world stops as you lean in, the sounds of your breathing seem so loud in the tiny gap between you and Felix. The gap is soon closed as your lips press together in a sweet, awkward kiss.

The kiss slowly escalates into something more desperate and raw, as your hands start wandering on each other's bodies. Somehow, you end up under him as he keeps kissing your face and neck.

"Your hands are so pretty." you say breathlessly as you play with Felix's hand.

"They are?" he asks, a little surprised at your compliment.

"Mhm. And your fingers are perfect." you bring his hand closer to your face, his fingertips on your lips. Felix gasps when your tongue darts out to lick at his fingertips.

"Y/n..." his voice breaks as you take his middle finger in and start sucking on it.

"Fuck." Felix curses, his eyes darkening as he observes you. You can feel his dick twitching against your thigh and you clench around nothing.

"Please, touch me Lixie." you whine when you take his finger out of your mouth.

"Where, sweetheart?" he smirks at your eagerness and you nearly combust at the nickname.

Instead of answering, you start pulling your pants down and he quickly stops you.

"Are you sure?" he asks in the last moment of clarity.

"Yes." you say and he nods, helping you get rid of your pants and underwear.

"Oh." he licks his lips at the sight of you all wet and desperate for him.

"Please." you whine and a deep chuckle escapes his lips.

"I got you, baby." he soothes you as his hands run up your thighs a few times, coming up to spread your pussy so he can take a good look at it.

You whimper, shutting your eyes tight. Felix chuckles again, his thumb pressing against your sensitive clit in circles.

You gasp, eyes snapping open as they meet his darkened ones.

"If you've never seen a dick, that must mean you're a virgin?" Felix asks quietly.

"N-no... Well, yes. I mean I did this before but never went further." you confess and he smirks.

His fingers dip between your folds, gathering your arousal before paying attention to your clit again as he speeds up, making you whimper.

"W-why are you smirking like that?" you moan out as he flicks your clit, driving you absolutely insane already.

"I know you wanna see my dick. But I wanna make sure this little pussy can take my fingers first."

"Felix!" you whine at the dirty talk, the effect of his words amplified by his deep voice and the movement on your clit.

If you weren't at his mercy you'd probably laugh at your best friend for talking like that.

"Yeah baby? You want that?"

"P-please!" you're falling apart, your pussy clenching around nothing again.

"As you wish." Felix whispers and slowly starts pushing his middle finger in.

"L-Lixie." you moan, grabbing at his wrist as he fills you up.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. I don't think you'll be seeing my dick so soon."

"N-no, please, I wanna see it!" you cry out as he pushes in completely, slowly fucking you with his finger.

"If you manage to take three of my fingers, maybe I'll let you." he leans down to whisper in your ear, making you whine.

"You're mean." you pout, knowing damn well you're nowhere near ready to take him.

"I'm just looking out for you." he keeps smirking as he starts pumping his finger faster, making you more wet with every thrust.

You want to smack him for being so sly but his thumb starts working on your clit and you completely fall apart, moaning his name and gripping at the sheets as Felix brings you to ecstasy easily.

"Only one finger got you falling apart like this, hm?" he mocks as he fucks you through your high.

"You wanna see what two get me like?" you smirk at him and he laughs a little.

"I hope you know what you got yourself into, sweetheart."

~ part 2

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