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ybklix · 2 days ago

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𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

۶ৎ giving your boyfriend a gift that will help him in his long and lonely nights when you can’t be there for him. ⋆˚࿔ pairing: idol bf felix x fem reader

cw: mdni, smut, softdom felix, masturbation, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, sextape, sextoys, slight dirty talk, pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, backshots, creampie.

wc: 7.3k

｡°❀ 🫧 into you by ariana grande ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧 good for you by selena gomez ｡°❀ 🫧pornstar by nessa barret ‧ꕤ.ﾟ🫧

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

wen’s note: im delulu rn, I love my man :3 !! sorry (a freshly cooked fic—that hasn’t been in the drafts for monthssss, enjoy) + im backkk yassss:)

It’s your last day. The last day the two of you will be together, physically, for a long time. In a few hours, very early in the morning, you will take a flight back ‘home’ —if you can call home wherever Felix isn’t with you— and you will feel nothing but sadness and emptiness. You just know that days are approaching when a video call with him is what keeps you happy.

Your love life with Felix is facing another challenge: overcoming the distance between you. You don’t usually complain much about it, as you don’t want to be a burden to Felix, constantly complaining how much you miss him when he has to go far away, doing what he is most passionate about in the world, you know how much it means to him to be on stage, so you shut up all the whims you think because of the huge need to have him next to you all the time. So sadly, it’s just your last day on your quick visit, and, as much as you’d like to be there for him, going from city to city, country to country on his tour, you both have your respective lives. It was so painful just thinking about when the next time you will be able to see him.

So, you just decide to enjoy every moment together, trying not to think about the cruel reality that is approaching. Tonight, you are about to go out, taking advantage of the fact that it’s Felix’s short break and his concert is tomorrow. So you’re getting all dolled up, trying a soft and subtle makeup, pretty enough to take pictures with your boyfriend and calm your hair as best as you can, while choosing a cute, modest and inconspicuous outfit, since you’ll be wearing a cap anyway, because you have to go incognito all the time with Felix, plus Seungmin and Jeongin would join your date, just to have them as the perfect excuse if someone recognizes your super star boyfriend, so their eyes would go to the super star trio and not you and Felix only.

Night is just falling, painting the sky a beautiful color and reflecting in the huge window of the hotel room. Felix is face down on the bed, using his brand-new cellphone, relaxed and happy, waiting for you to finish getting ready so he can call his friends and go out to explore the city.

“Wow, baby, the quality is insane.”

You hear Felix say, happy and excited, followed by the sheets shifting, indicating that he has stood up. You come out of the bathroom, with a smile as you put on your earrings and see your boyfriend, standing in front of the large window filming the view with his cell phone.

“Really? Let me see, love” you reply, moving closer to him.

As soon as Felix hears your voice and senses your presence, he turns his body with a tender smile and records you approaching him. Felix seems to be happy with the gift of his new cell phone, which he made a whole advertising campaign for. He records you standing in front of him for a few seconds, and then turns his body with his device towards the cityscape behind the window. You crane your neck to see the screen, but you turn your attention away when you see how cute your boyfriend looks, his tender smile and his carefree no-makeup look perfectly highlighting the smoothness of his skin with his visible freckles. You said nothing more than a simple:

“I’m almost ready… just let me put on my setting spray and gloss. You can call Seungmin and Jeongin already if you want.”

Felix keeps recording, motioning his arm gently, he gives you a quick glance along with a smile as a sign that he heard you, and you walk to complete your look so you can stroll with your boyfriend, one night before you leave and not see him for a month.

“Oh, almost forgot!” Felix exclaims, he stops recording and puts the cell phone back in his pocket quickly; you turn to look at him, confused since he got your attention. “I’ll help you pack so you don’t come from the date doing it.”

“Oh, Felix, you don’t have to…” you comment sweetly, touched that he feels he has to help you with everything.

He doesn’t listen to you, and you watch him tenderly take from one of the bedroom chairs the Louis Vuitton travel bag in its classic, signature print that he gifted you, and places it on the bed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart. Go finish getting ready, I’ll help you with this real quick.”

You chuckle softly, and in less than two minutes, you’re completely ready. You approach your boyfriend, playfully and plop down on the bed, close to him and your bag, as you watch him tenderly folding your clothes that were lying on the bed and arrange them inside the bag.

“I’m ready” you say, with a sigh.

The truth is, you don’t want the day to go on as it means it’s getting less and less time before you have to go and leave him.

“I’m almost done, princess. You look beautiful, by the way” he replies, focused on your clothes.

You let him do it because you know he’s a bit stubborn, and then he’d go and complain to you that you need to get your act together. You watch him, nonchalant, in no hurry for him to finish, staying with him like this, even in the silence, feels so good, so right, and calm.

Felix can’t help but blush, though, realizing that this is the fifth set of lingerie he’s had to pack for a trip you’ve only been with him for three days. So he jokes a little with you about it.

“Mmm… you kind of packed a lot of lingerie, don’t you think, princess? I’ve seen more pretty panties than blouses of yours.”

Felix raises his gaze, watching you with a playful, suggestive look and a mischievous smile as he carefully folds one of your blue panties, a part of the full set. You smile broadly, you can’t help it, still feeling a smoldering embarrassment with mischief.

“I know. I’m sorry… I didn’t know which one was the best, so I brought several options.”

“Whatever you wear looks beautiful on you” he whispers softly, causing heat to your cheeks.

Felix takes another pair of cheeky panties and spreads them out, teasing you with a smirk.

“Can I keep one?” his eyebrow twitches, cheekily.

“Felix!” you laughed, your eyes widening in surprise and playfully snatching the garment from him to drop it into your purse, your cheeks burning hot, as if he hadn’t seen all of you before. “The boys are going to think they’re your panties... but it’s okay, you can keep them, you’re the one who buys them for me, anyway.” You tilt your head, “Do you want something sweet to remember me?” you joke, teasing him.

He laughs, licking his lips, staring at you as he instinctively bites his bottom lip. “Which one will you wear tonight for me, huh? You have plenty of options, doll…. You should have modeled all your options for me, I’d have loved to see that.”

His voice sounds rough, a confession somewhere between a joke and a tone of absolute truth. You know perfectly well how much he loves to dress you in pretty lingerie, tease you in it and then end up naked, or just fucking you with it on. Felix stops his action, waiting for a response from you, but with the intensity of his gaze, you were already short of breath. There is a feigned innocence in his sweet face that contrasts with that look and soft grin you know so well. He is trying to start something.

“I can do it tonight… but can you handle it?” you raise your eyebrows, subtly teasing him further.

Your intentions are not to start something sexual just now, you were just about to go out on the town… two of his best friends are waiting to be given the signal to go out the four of you… but the way he smiles, superficially running the tip of his tongue across his lips to then catch his muscle between his teeth, is giving you another kind of impression... A subtle, cheeky, kind of dirty impression.

He looks at you for a few seconds, doesn’t respond, and lowers his gaze back to your clean clothes, ready to pack, and that’s when you notice his true intention.

“Oh look at this one, it’s too pretty, why didn’t you wear it for me?”

Felix changes the subject, still using his flirtatious and suggestive tone. You watch his hands take from the small pile of clothes a tiny piece of clothing, a white thong so sheer it covered practically nothing and, he subtly shows it to you.

You feel warmth in your cheeks again. Somehow you find it slightly embarrassing when he shows it to you like this, so suddenly. But what’s slowly ruining it for you is knowing exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

“Although I confess… there’s not much to wear with this so small” he laughs, examining the garment.

You watch your boyfriend’s face, his gaze lingering on that garment you packed when you thought of him, when you thought of all the nights you couldn’t be together and how much you wanted to make up for all that time. The shame leaves your body as you notice how obviously excited Felix is now, you know him so well, despite him wearing an oversized shirt, you can notice so clearly the change in his breathing, the change in his gaze, his more serious expression.

He looks back at you, almost guilty that his thoughts have been discovered and you find his reaction adorable, quickly looking away from you and sighing subtly in halting breath as he puts the thong in your bag, pretending nothing happened.

You examine him. The silence speaks for itself, in a way it’s loaded with adorable tension, because you love him too much, because you know what he wants but you both don’t know how to say it… at least the first few seconds. You smile happily, thinking it’s cute that he’s most likely already hard from just imagining you in that little garment… and you find it ridiculous… because Felix had you right there, now, in front of him, willing and madly in love with him, if your boyfriend wants to fuck you right now, he can. Now, while he still can.

“Felix” you call his name softly.

Now you’re the one looking at him intently.

“Mhumm?” he hums softly, unable to look you in the eye.

It’s true. You know him so well. Felix is terribly and helplessly aroused. Just with the power of his thought, with your closeness, with the intoxicating smell of your perfume that drives him crazy… at the same time he is just as, if not more, sad than you as he tries to pretend that everything is fine, but he is going to miss you deeply. Not seeing you until further notice… until you both can match… is killing him alive.

“You want me to wear it… for you?”

“Wear what, my love?” he pretends not to know, but his erection grows each time in his pants.

He doesn’t know what he’s thinking clearly… maybe that he’ll just get over the feeling, that he’ll be fine and have you all to himself after your nice date. But who is he fooling, he is never casual about you, neither takes you lightly. You on the other hand, know exactly what state his body and mind is in… but you can’t confirm it due to the bag blocking your view of his bulge a bit.

“The… thong you said was pretty.”

You feel slightly embarrassed. You find the word thong immaturely amusing.

Felix dares to look at you, notices the seriousness of your face, your cheeks slightly pink naturally beyond the blush you’re wearing. So what if you both want it? He’s your boyfriend and can tell you anything with confidence. Still, he responds demurely:

“Yes, when we come from the date. You’ll look beautiful in it.”

Felix flashes a smile and remains determined to finish your travel bag. You find it nerve-wracking, for a few seconds, as you’re getting impatient… and slightly horny at the thought of tasting your boyfriend right now, right there.

“Are you okay?” you ask more curtly.

He nods, making a nonchalant grimace. You can’t believe it.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Your smile widens, more brazenly. You don’t know if he’s tentatively playing with you, faking that innocence so he can get closer to you.. either way, it’s already starting, you can feel it in the air, it’s undeniable, deep and tangible.

“Because I think you got so worked up from just imagining me in those panties… do you want me to wear them for you, right now, baby?” you drop, slowly and seductively.

A sultry voice and piercing gaze that made Felix shudder and swallow nervously. Felix’s breath shortens, and his world stops for a second, and the silence speaks for itself once again. No matter how many times he makes you his, each time it impresses him and sends his feelings into overdrive as if it’s the first time he’s going to touch you; he adores you with that intensity.

“C’mon, baby, you know you can take me right now if you want. I’m always ready for you” you almost beg.

The corners of his lips quiver at your confession, trying to contain a flirtatious, nervous smile of utter glee. This time, he’s really playing with you as he says more confidently, trying to keep his sanity.

“No, love… I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine.”

You raise your eyebrows, incredulous, inviting him to keep challenging you.

“Oh yeah? Then stop that and call Seungmin and Jeongin already to leave, now” you mention, more impatient, challenging him.

Felix runs his tongue along the inside of his cheeks, amused, finding it amusing the way you’ve figured him out, that you’ve won, that you know exactly his next move, it’s obvious he can’t do it, he has an uncontrollable erection caused by you. You take your garments from his hand, approaching him slowly and dangerously, finally pushing aside the bag, in effect revealing the noticeable bulge in his shorts.

You smirk nervously, watching his notorious erection and then directing your gaze until you fix it on his eyes, his nice, dark, big eyes, changing in seconds, from soft domination, to needing to be touched.

You move closer to him without standing completely, dragging your bottom across the bed until you are finally facing him, his vulnerable aroused body, his bulge in front of you, begging for your strokes and attention, causing in you the sweet throbbing of your sex, your body rushing rapidly, heart pounding, breath hitching and the sublime, dominating sight of your aroused boyfriend clouding your judgment, your judgment to keep your temper.

“Well… you’re indeed fine…” you look down at his bulge brazenly and return your submissive eyes to him, your mouth salivating loudly, “But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I don’t take care of my needy boyfriend?”

He gives you a half smile and strokes your hair with his right hand gently. You place your hands on either side of his thighs and bring your face close to his body, close enough to brush against his erection, teasing him, tensing him, raising your gaze to convey to him through your gaze all that you may be capable of right now. You maintain eye contact, your body squeezes his erection tighter, causing him to bite his lip hotly, holding in a moan… You are both being painfully patient with each other; it kills you in a way that is both ardent and pleasurable at the same time. His grip on your hair becomes more consistent, heavy, and intense. You let your chin rest on his abdomen and your hands seek to caress his thighs, finding the feel of his cell phone in his pockets. You’re so fucking turned on that anything slightly incoherent would come up in your mind.

You smile mischievously, in the way only Felix knows, in the way that brings out your deepest, hottest side that he knows as a map by heart. You pull away from him, grab his cell phone out of his pocket suddenly and wiggle it in your hand; your boyfriend looks at you in confusion. Felix knows you so well that, in his voice exquisitely thicker, and excited, than usual, he murmurs a soft,

“What’s on your mind, my pretty baby?”

He watches you from above, gently lowering his head to look at you because of your angle. You find him so fucking attractive, every faction of his face, of his agitated body trying to appear to be at ease, you suddenly needing him so badly that you could suck him off right there, suffice it to just pull down his shorts and underwear. But no, your heat was so intense that, with intense joy, your boyfriend’s new cell phone in hand, your core throbbing and your heart pounding with aggression, you said almost passionately:

“Is the quality that good?” Felix squints his eyes, inviting you to continue, still not fully understanding your idea, but extremely immersed and excited at whatever it is. “Why… don’t you put it to the test one more time…. By recording something so exclusive to you… Something to help you, Lix. Why don’t I give you something for when I’m not there for you? Who’s going to take care of you after all the euphoria you experienced on stage, huh? And you have to go back to your lonely, quiet hotel room...”

“Y/n…” he whispers, confused, breathless, almost in a soft moan, still letting himself be carried away by your words that sweetened and shivered every inch of him.

“Record me, Felix. Do it for the nights when we can’t be together.”

A sextape. The idea warms his virile, weak body wrapped in desire and love for you. Nudes… are a bit of a touchy subject, as you are somewhat paranoid, you live in fear that for some reason they might hack you, and Felix will be severely affected, you don’t even care if your nudes are exposed, it’s him you fear the most. So you’ve spent nights… long and lonely, when you’re away, living on phone sex, stimulating yourself only with his voice, remembering and imagining the feel of him, of the image of his body against yours.

Still, the idea worries Felix, that his reaction seems tender to you, because, despite being extremely horny and accepting at first without reneging, he had to make sure first, reflecting in his handsome face concern.

“A video? Princess, are you sure? Is that what you want?”

He knows how you approach a subject that the two of you have already touched on. But you nod deeply and submissively without taking your eyes off him.

“Just record me…. Lix, you don’t have to be on frame… It’s for when you get lonely and miss me.”

He sighs and seems to be slightly perplexed.

“Come on, Felix. Don’t you want to? Your body tells me otherwise...”

You begin to tease him, stroking his stiff cock over the thin fabric of his shorts. He moans, closes his eyes and nods. He needs you. Now.

“All right, princess. Let’s do this.”

Your face reflects soft victory. You leave his cell phone next to you on the bed and stand up abruptly, reaching into your purse for that little thong that caused this whole effect on both of you. Felix watches you, you are impatient, you act fast, so fast that you start undressing right in front of him. Felix blinks incredulously and in one swift movement, boldly and dirtyly grabs his phone, not wanting to miss a moment of what he is experiencing. His cock throbs hard, thinking in the future how painfully pleasurable it will be to masturbate to an obscene video of you, thinking of the dirty, exquisite fantasy that is this experience. He begins to videotape you, this time without shame, your clothes falling to the floor. Both sexes beg desperately to be touched and the silence of the room is so tense that you feel that your loud heartbeat can be heard, that was the disturbingly exciting thing about the hotel rooms you spend so much time in with Felix, the silence, the distinct sound of your heavy breathing.

Felix licks his lips, losing himself in the image of his phone capturing your body, then watching you. He sighs again, half-heartedly.

“Can I… at least talk?” he says. “If I’m not going to be fully part… if this ever comes out… can I say my voice is AI?”

You giggle. “Of course you can talk… this video is completely just for you.”

You look into the camera and then straight into your boyfriend’s eyes. Felix is disturbingly horny, impatient, but something in his expression expresses that he can resist, that he’s enjoying all of this more than anything.

You take off your blouse, the pants you were a little sick of because you couldn’t wear a skirt or a nice dress, since you were incognito. You stay in your underwear and appreciate the concentrated expression on Felix’s face.

“Baby, you’re beautiful. Let me capture absolutely everything I have to remember while I’m on tour…”

His voice is husky, needy. He directs his phone’s camera first to your face. Capturing every soft angle of your pretty face. You giggle somewhat nervously and shyly… and then, the show finally begins, Felix slowly lowers his cell phone, recording your breasts, your abdomen, your panties. He gasps again, feeling more and more excited and desperate, which as proof is the sensation of his guilty precum staining his underwear. You are everything to him.

He can’t help himself and with his free hand he begins to caress you delicately, to squeeze your waist, to caress your ass, to subtly turn you over to get the perfect shot of how very lovely and round it looks.

“I’m going to wear… the panties you want” you whisper.

Felix stops touching you, and you quickly pull off your panties, making him audibly sigh. Your breasts look better in person than the quality of his cell phone; still, on both sides, he loves them. You pull down your panties carefully, slowly, and seductively, feeling your temperature rise, you are incredibly aroused, and at this point, you regret a little bit to propose between you a game of seduction, patience, and provocation.

Your boyfriend keeps biting his lips hard, feeling the great need to gasp every time you tease him more and more. He shamelessly records your panties going down your legs, of the thin fabric slowly clearing from your vaginal lips and finally, the soft and cute shot of your mons pubis, slowly zooming out to get the great shot of your naked body, for him and him alone.

“Fuck, baby… I don’t know if I can resist anymore. Let’s do a porno at this point” Felix teases, each word lower than the other, clearly altered in desire.

You chuckle. “You’re cute.”

You continue with your thing, with the original plan to tease your boyfriend and drive him to madness, but this is proving extremely difficult for you too; you need him badly too. Still, you slowly put on yourself the tiny little garment that Felix fantasized about from the second he saw it.

He is breathless. You moan softly, the new underwear starts to tease your pussy and cling hotly to your ass. The tiny thong fits you even better than he would have imagined, the sheer fabric barely even covers your pubic area, the triangle figure is so small… it’s such a damn provocative and useless garment.

“You like it?” you question, proudly.

“I love it” he confesses with a piercing gaze into yours. “Now… lie down, darling… show me how wet you are for me. What are you going to do, my naughty little girl?”

You bite your lip. Felix’s gentle dominance drives you uncontrollably crazy. He apparently adapted quickly to the purpose of your idea. You obey him at once, lying your body comfortably on the bed. He follows your movements, crawling onto the bed next to you on his knees.

“I’m… I’m going to touch myself for you.”

You are helplessly aroused, lying back on the bed. You fondle your breasts, flex your knees and finally spread your legs, letting out a soft moan on the spot. Felix records your soft breasts, your hands playing nervously with them and moves down to your juicy lips, your labia glossy, lightly stimulated, your throbbing sex exposed.

“Fuck” Felix grunts, aggressively stroking his cock, adjusting himself a little. “Oh yeah? What do you think about when you touch yourself like that, princess?”

His rough voice turns you on even more, and his lustful gaze almost makes you tremble. Your fingers slowly slide down your skin until they reach your pussy. Felix begins to be possessed by his role: recording every single detail of your dripping pussy, every tremor of your body, he is fascinated.

You play with your clit, your middle finger tracing the thin fabric of your panties, you wiggle your pelvis and moan softly. You’re so horny, so surrendered, you’re completely his.

“Tell me, tell me, how does it feel, oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet, all that pretty pussy for me... do your fingers feel as good as mine?” Felix continues, his phone capturing every moment of your docile, weak but energetically aroused reclining body.

You begin to tremble with pleasure, with nervousness, and it’s even difficult to speak.

“Mmmm, it feels so good... but not as good as you...” you pant, circling your clit, gently moving your legs.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to miss me, baby? How much, huh? How much are you going to miss me, sweetheart?”

You nod. Your fingers begin to slide down your folds, losing themselves in their warmth and wetness. There is something so obscene about the way your sweet boyfriend mercilessly records you, his impatience and constant licking of his lips, wanting you. His stiff member is slowly bothering him.

“A lot, Felix, a lot... I'm gonna miss you a lot...”

“Is this how you touch yourself when I’m not with you, baby? Show me how you do it, you can’t stop thinking about me?”

You shake your head. You find it funny, the way you suggested the idea, how you started teasing him, but now he’s the one pushing you to the limit. You tease yourself more, touching your weak spots that you know make you tremble, but the sensations are a thousand times better and more intense when your boyfriend does it. You tempt your entrance, arching your pelvis, wanting to insert your fingers inside you. Felix is breathing heavily, and you’re almost certain that his need can be heard even through his cell phone.

Finally, you slip your hand inside the small piece of fabric covering your pussy and while you play with your breasts, your nipples erect from the touch of your other hand, with the other you caress with painful patience the skin of your pubis, your clit, your juicy labia, all of which is killing you.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby. Stick two fingers inside you... touch yourself for me, do it, imagine it’s me filling you up...”

You obey instantly and whimper, letting out a sigh as you feel your fingers slide easily into your entrance. You feel your tightness, the length of your fingers teasing you but not filling you completely the way Felix’s cock does.

You gasp, slowly thrusting to increase your rhythm, moving your hips, desperately caressing your clit with your other hand. Felix notices and speaks again, his voice so dark that he sounds like a damn villain about to destroy you, yet there is a certain playfulness in his tone:

“Look at you acting like this, so desperate, baby... you’re not being gentle with yourself at all. Is this how you want me to fuck you? Do you imagine me fucking you hard?”

Felix refrains from touching you. His hands begin to tremble, he has a voracious hunger for you that he has never felt before, his cock begins to come to life, throbbing to the rhythm of your violent thrusts with your fingers in your stimulated entrance.

“F-Felix...” you whimper, dragging out your words, biting your lip and looking him straight in the eyes the whole time.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, you gasp in desperation and... he seems to be there, sadistically enjoying the show. At this point, Felix himself is surprised at his resistance, at not cumming right there just by looking at you, but one thing is certain, his genitals are so fucking sensitive from not being stimulated at all, and he was going to take that out on you in due course... in the meantime:

“Use your words, baby, tell me anything. Remember that this video is for when I’m alone, missing you.”

“Fuck, Felix. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, please be here with me. Mmm...”

“You’re going to miss my cock, aren’t you, you little cunt? If only you could see yourself now, so needy, making a mess on the fucking hotel bed, you’re a very, very bad girl, princess.”

His accent becomes thicker and more defined, his desperation speaks for itself as he begins to sound aggressive with you, no longer soft, no more purring and sizzling teasing tone. He is being demanding with you now.

You wanted to ask him to touch you. Your fingers are quick, your caresses soft, but nothing like him, you’re so close and yet so far away. You have him there, watching you masturbate, his big bulge throbbing, his pupils dilating with fantasy. You were so needy that you even begged him in a gasp,

“Felix, please, touch me.”

He clicks his tongue, amused to see your body writhing in pleasure. He’s enjoying it to the fullest.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I can’t be in the shot, don’t you remember? Just touch yourself for me, give your best show for when your boyfriend needs it most. Damn, you have no idea how much you turn me on, I’m going to jerk off so hard to this, baby” he groans.

“Do it, now, touch yourself,” you beg.

He smiles, showing his teeth, “You want to see my cock that badly, don’t you, hunny? You’re just a fucking little slut, you better cum on your fingers or I swear to God I’ll leave you like that. All fucking needy and horny for me. You started it, now you finish it.”

Your vision starts to blur, your pussy starts to sound obscenely wet, you bury your fingers deeper, but it’s not enough, it’s not him. It’s a real torture to have him in front of you and not be able to touch him.

“Then talk to me, talk to me more.”

He laughs. “Ha. I almost forgot how naughty you are, love. Of course, you have a thing for my voice.” He turns his phone away from you and leans dangerously close to your ear, his body hovering over yours, his soft shirt brushing against your bare chest, and whispers, his voice so seductively deep that it makes you tremble, “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Do you think you’ll cum faster if I talk dirty to you?”

You both maintain intense, penetrating eye contact. You’re so close, feeling this needy puts you in a state of mind where you want to surrender, where you want to cum; you wonder if you do... what can Felix give you, does he really plan on keeping his hard erection the whole time?

He pulls away from you.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close, aren’t you? God, you don’t know how many times I fantasized about you touching yourself all those nights we had phone sex. Are you really this horny and slutty? Every time I tell you all the things I want to do to you... how I want to touch you and make you feel...”

Felix lets out an arrogant chuckle and gently caresses your clit. You react, sighing and tensing your body. You’re so sensitive, as if he’s pressed a button inside you.

“Do you want me to touch you, princess? Tell me what you want...”

You sigh and go back to working on your pussy with soft, delicate, slow movements... suddenly you feel a little embarrassed, being so sensitive to him. You swallow, and your throat is so dry and empty.

“Felix, I need you, please. You can touch me... Did you get a good video, already? Please, come here and make me cum.”

“Do you need me that much? I’m the only one who knows how to take good care of your little pussy. But I told you I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” he orders you harshly.

He raises his eyebrows mischievously, an idea popping into his head. You sigh, resigned to the fact that you’ll have to bring yourself to orgasm on your own, so that maybe he’ll touch you afterwards and take out his burning energy on you. But you watch as Felix leans over the nightstand next to the bed, opens the drawer, and pulls out the new vibrator he bought you, compact and very useful. Felix loves to make things hotter in bed, to have you wear lingerie, to use toys, everything to give you endless, long, intense pleasure.

“You wanna cum faster, baby girl?” he shows you the vibrator. “I bet you use it imagining that it’s me making you feel good when I’m not around.”

You don’t even have time to process it or respond when he turns on the toy and presses it hard against your already stimulated clit, having the obscene take of his hand using the sex toy on your used pussy. You whimper and instinctively close your legs, but he acts quickly, grabbing your knees to prevent you from doing so.

“Ah, ah,” he warns you, “Hold the vibrator and play with your pussy, baby.”

You look him in the eyes. Your makeup is a little smudged, your gaze pleads for mercy, it’s bright, and your eyes look slightly larger. You’re suffering, you’re enjoying it, and Felix is going crazy.

You take the toy and let it vibrate violently against your clit. The vibrations are exquisite, encompassing your entire wet vulva. You moan in pleasure, feeling so close. Felix quickly and tentatively runs two of his fingers over your pussy, dipping his fingers shallowly into your entrance, a reaction that makes you whimper even louder. He is mesmerized, consumed by flames, so damn spellbound by you and his immense need to have you that he attractively brings those two fingers to his mouth, licking them deliciously, tasting you a little. He moans and enjoys it, as if you were something so delicious. That action alone increases your horniness level.

“You always taste so fucking sweet. Just like that, baby, just like that,” he coos, “You’re doing so well, my good girl.”

You’re enjoying it, despite feeling his great absence, you let yourself go, you think you can reach an intense orgasm soon, after pushing yourself to the limit and overstimulating yourself... when suddenly you let out a big sigh as you see your boyfriend pull down his shorts and underwear, Felix’s cock pops out, wriggling, fully erect, so perfectly stimulated that its tip is bright pink. He whimpers and begins to rub his hard shaft. That’s when you prolong your orgasm a little longer, because every part of you needs him.

Your gaze is lost on his cock, on the roughness of his freshly shaved pubic area, small, faintly pigmented freckles visible on his skin that you already know by heart, on the softness of the skin of his cock, that vein that drives you crazy running along its length, his medium-sized hand moving up and down on it, masturbating gently.

“Hey, eyes on me, you little slut,” he orders you, bringing you out of your trance and back to maintaining eye contact with him. “I know you want my cock, angel. Beg for it and you may get it. But now, c’mon, put the vibrator inside you... let me see you scream,” a mischievous and wicked smile appears on his tender and attractive face, which is anything but tender right now, he’s eager.

You bite your lip and obey your boyfriend’s command, almost collapsing from the sensation of the intense vibrations inside you. You want to beg for him. His phone camera zooms in depravedly on your vulnerable area, and Felix closes his eyes as his hand fills him with pleasure.

“Lix, please—”

“Now turn around,” he interrupts you and orders in an eerily harsh voice, “Let me see your pretty ass while your pussy takes the vibrator, my sweet good girl.”

It’s the little phrases and his voice that bring your orgasm forward and make you want to collapse. You obey him again, moving your body completely and lifting your ass gently for the camera and for your boyfriend. Your hand doesn’t stop holding the vibrator, and in a desperate attempt, you start pushing it in and out of your pussy.

Felix pants heavily. He has the perfect view of your round ass and juicy, stimulated pussy. At this point, you were both a mess; the thin fabric of your thong was soaked, your labia majora practically stained with your juices. Felix gives you a gentle spanking that makes you sigh.

“You take the vibrator so fucking well, princess. I want to ruin that fucking useless piece of thong you’re wearing.”

And then, you feel him, his cock teasing you, taking the string of your thong to pull it tight and rub his stimulated cock between your ass cheeks and into your ass. It’s a bit narcissistic, the way he loves how his cock looks on camera, rubbing against your ass and his balls subtly grazing your center.

You can’t resist any longer, you whimper and start begging for him.

“Please, please, Felix, fuck me.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he teases, rubbing against you.

But you can’t hold it anymore, you want to beg him harder, but your orgasm is close. You roll your eyes back slightly, Felix can tell you’re close to climaxing, so he pulls his cock out of you skin and lets you pant intensely, screaming his name:

“Fe-fe-felix, Lix, I-”

You collapse breathless and orgasm intensely, tensing every muscle.

He is more than happy, his ego swells, and he quickly takes the vibrator from your now weak grip. Your limbs are fragile, trembling. He turns off the toy and leaves it far from your agitated body, in a state of absolute use, wet. Felix grabs you by the waist with both hands, and you realize that the show is over. He finishes recording and puts his cell phone aside. He turns you back over, laying you down with your legs spread.

“Good girl.”

Felix has an adorable smile on his face, and as soon as you are recovering, speechless and still slightly collapsing from your orgasm, he leans down and begins to eat your pussy, savoring your climax. You moan, impressed that this is his next move. His long hair tickles your thighs. His licks are slow, his tongue thick and hot, flicking his tongue along your labia and entire vulva, he is savoring everything, gently sucking your clit. Building excitement in you quickly.

He starts using his fingers too and works on your pussy, worshiping you. He does this for a few long moments, long enough to have you panting again. He thrusts two fingers inside you and begins to penetrate you with them. You couldn’t believe it.

Felix pulls away from you, just when he feels you are needy enough again, still thrusting his fingers inside you and releasing you arrogantly, his full, shiny lips of you.

“We’re not done yet, beautiful. Not until I fill your pretty pussy with all of me.”

Finally, you watch his fingers move away from your cunt, he takes off his shirt in one swift movement and adjusts his body over you, teasing you with his wet tip between your folds, rubbing his erection over your mons pubis and under the fabric of your panties, so he can pull aside the thin thread that was stimulating your entrance and thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, then quickly and abruptly all the way in with a single thrust. You gasp loudly, clutching the sheets tightly; it was what you had been longing for.

Felix approaches you, making the act intimately dirty, it’s a mess, you’re so wet, and you both need each other so desperately that he starts to whimper as he moves inside you. Your legs seek to wrap around his body, and your hands finally touch your boyfriend. His thrusts are deep, desperate, filling you completely, moving inside you perfectly in a delicious rhythm, fucking you with impatient need. You both sigh, babbling each other’s names into the air.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, pounding into you. “I’m going to miss this so much,” he confesses between gasps.

You dig your nails into his back, begin to arch your back, you love this so much. You love being under his body, being nothing and everything at the same time, fading into him. Felix presses his forehead against yours and stares at you for a few seconds before taking your lips, desperately sweet, fierce, passionate, a long-lasting, wet kiss full of secrets that only the two of you know. You separate for lack of air... you are so focused on the sensation of your pussy being attended to, enjoying his body rubbing against your vulva, him filling your insides and the friction of his hard cock sliding inside you, that you are completely surprised when he pulls away a little and takes his penis out of you. The beautiful moment and the magic are over for a second.

“Turn around again, love. I’m going to fuck you hard now.”

He orders and grabs your waist desperately. He turns your body around, grabbing your ass and making you arch your back; you see him pick up his phone again and whisper, “Fuck it.”

Felix places his cell phone horizontally on a pillow, leaning back against the headboard. You notice that he is recording from the frontal camera and your face is completely visible, along with his bare chest, but his face isn’t in the frame. Your heart races. It’s terribly obscene, you love it.

“I want to remember your beautiful face while I fuck you hard.”

Felix sentences and, without further ado, slides his cock into you brutally, making you let out a muffled scream. You feel it deep inside you, throbbing, penetrating you with force. He grabs your waist tightly and starts thrusting into you intensely, sliding his cock into you, piercing and wrecking you completely. The room fills with your moans and his grunts, with both of your skins colliding intensely. You cling to the sheets again, being fucked helplessly. Felix feels you close, as close as he is.

“I want to remember your face when you come for me, please. Smile for the camera, baby.”

You look at your reflection on his cell phone screen. You’re whimpering, slightly disheveled, your makeup smudged, completely cock-drunk. You wonder if you’re disturbing your neighbor’s peace. You’re so close, your eyes almost teary, your walls squeezing Felix’s cock perfectly, enough to make him reach orgasm with intensity, making him scream. You feel his cock tremble inside you and semen fill you completely, your guilty pleasure, you love when Felix creams you. Felix continues with messy thrusts, collapsing on top of you faintly, and that’s when you climax too, your heart beating intensely, your body agitated and trembling.

“I love you, dear,” he confesses, breathless, collapsing beside you.

You look at him with a smile, feeling the absence of his warm cock inside you, but you understand that it must be too sensitive. You look at him with loving eyes, about to answer him, when you hear someone knocking on your door. It’s Seungmin.

“Heeeey, guys. Are you there? Did you fall asleep?”

Felix and you smile at each other in complicity, with heavy breathing.

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skzficdump · 2 days ago

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When it doesn´t fit

Where I made headcanons where that doesn't fit It's a mini-series I came up with, and everyone has it bigger than 6 inches (15 cm), because why not? I hope you like it

hyung line | maknae line

Han

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, possession and submission, soft han, slight spanking

You're in a dark, warm room, the dim lighting creating dancing shadows on the walls. Han is behind you, his breathing heavy and urgent in your ear. You can feel his arousal, his desperate need for you. He whispers in your ear, his voice husky and dominant, "I want you so much, baby. I want to feel myself inside you, completely."

You turn gently, but firmly, and position yourself on your back on the bed. His hands roam your body, igniting every nerve in their path. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You can feel his erection, hard and ready, pressing against you. He whispers, "I'm so hard for you. Watch what you do to me."

He parts your legs with his knees and positions himself between them. You can feel the head of his 8-inch cock, large and threatening, pressing against your entrance. You tense up a little, knowing how big he is, knowing that it might not fit at first. Han feels it and soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and breasts.

"Shh, baby, relax. We'll go slow," he says, but there's an urgency in his voice that betrays his need. He begins to thrust, slowly at first, but with a determination that makes you gasp. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, but he's big, too big. You tense, and he stops, kissing you gently.

"You're so tight, baby. But we're going to do it. You feel so good," he says, and thrusts again, a little harder this time. You bite your lip, trying to relax, trying to let him enter. You can feel the pain mixing with the pleasure, an intoxicating combination.

Han spanks you gently but firmly and whispers, "Relax for me, baby. Let me in." The sting in your ass makes you gasp, and at that moment, he thrust harder, and finally, with a groan, he enters completely. You are filled completely, and the pleasure is overwhelming.

"Ah, fuck, baby. You feel amazing," he says, beginning to move inside you, slowly at first, but picking up pace. Each thrust is deep and powerful, and you can feel the pleasure building inside you, threatening to spill over.

Han grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he penetrates you with a frantic rhythm. He whispers dirty words in your ear, telling you how much he wants you, how much he needs this, how much he's going to make you cum.

And then, with one last powerful thrust, he brings you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you scream his name. Han follows soon after, his body tense and his breathing ragged as he spills inside you.

He drops down beside you, his chest rising and falling with effort. He kisses you softly on the forehead and whispers, "I love you, baby. That was amazing."

You snuggle against him, satisfied and exhausted, knowing you've shared something special and intense.

Felix

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, possession, breeding kink, soft felix

You're in bed with Felix, your heart pounding as you realize this is the night. Felix, with his strong, confident body, looks at you with desire and need. He whispers in your ear, "I want you so much, I want to feel you all mine." His voice is a husky, commanding whisper, but there's a softness that melts you.

He kisses you passionately, his hands exploring your body with an urgency that turns you on. You feel wet and ready for him, but when he enters you for the first time, you feel a mix of pleasure and pain. His 7-inch penis is impressive and at first it doesn't fit completely. You moan, a sound somewhere between pleasure and discomfort, and Felix stops, looking at you with concern and lust.

"Shh, relax, my love," he says, kissing your neck and stroking your hair. "Let's go slow." But you can feel his need, his desire to take control and put it all in. He whispers, "I want to fill you all the way, I want you to feel every inch of me inside you."

He begins to move slowly, moving in and out, giving you time to adjust to his size. Each movement is a mix of pleasure and pain, but with each thrust, you feel yourself becoming fuller and closer to him. You moan with pleasure, and Felix responds with a low growl, "That's it, my love, feel me filling you."

Suddenly, with a deeper thrust, you feel him finally fit completely. You moan loudly, a sound of pure pleasure, and Felix grunts with satisfaction. "There, my love, now I really have you all for myself." He begins to move harder, faster, and each thrust brings you closer to ecstasy.

"I'm going to fill you, my love," he tells you, his voice filled with need and desire. "I'm going to fill you with my cum and make you mine forever." His words turn you on, and you feel your body respond, tightening around him.

The pleasure is intense, and you feel your orgasm approaching. "Felix, don't stop, please don't stop," you beg, and he responds with a grunt, "Never, my love, never."

With a few last deep thrusts, you both reach your climax. You feel Felix empty himself inside you, his hot seed filling you completely. You moan with pleasure, your body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm.

Felix collapses beside you, both of you panting and sweaty. He kisses you softly, "I love you, and you're all mine now." You smile, feeling complete and satisfied, knowing that tonight has been just the beginning of something wonderful and wild.

Seungmin

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, corruption kink, dominance and submission, dom! seungmin

You're in the room with Seungmin, the air thick with anticipation and desire. He looks at you with an intensity that makes you shudder, his dark eyes filled with lust and determination. He knows you're a virgin, and that turns him on even more. He wants to be the one to corrupt you, the one to make you his completely.

"Today I'll make you mine, completely mine," he whispers in your ear, his voice deep and commanding. He gently pushes you against the wall, his hands exploring your body with an urgency that leaves you breathless. He kisses you hard, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you.

He slowly undresses you, your hands shaking with nervousness and arousal. Seungmin watches you, his eyes roaming every curve of your body. "You're perfect," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "And today, I'll make you mine in every way possible."

He carries you to the bed and gently lays you down. He positions himself between your legs, his cock hard and ready. He looks into your eyes as he guides himself toward your entrance. "Relax, love," he says, but his tone is dominant, demanding. "I'm going to take what's mine."

He begins to thrust, and you feel a mix of pleasure and pain. His 7-inch dick is impressive, and at first, it doesn't fit completely. You moan, a sound of discomfort and surprise. Seungmin stops, his eyes fixed on yours. "Shh, relax," he commands, his voice firm but soft. "You're going to take all of me, do you understand?"

"So tight," he murmurs, his voice full of satisfaction and awe. "Almost like you're a virgin."

He begins to move slowly, moving in and out, slowly gaining ground. You feel every inch of him, filling you, stretching you. The pain begins to mix with intense pleasure, and you moan louder, your nails digging into his back.

"That's it, take me," he says, his voice full of satisfaction and dominance. "You're mine, completely mine."

Finally, with one last thrust, he enters you completely. You moan loudly, pleasure exploding inside you. Seungmin stays still for a moment, relishing the feeling of being completely inside you.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, starting to move again, his thrusts faster and deeper. "You're mine, and you always will be."

The pace increases, and you feel the pleasure building inside you, threatening to spill over. Seungmin looks into your eyes, his expression intense and possessive. "Come for me," he commands. "I want to feel you cum around me."

And you do. With a cry, your body tenses, and your orgasm ripples through you, waves of pure, intense pleasure. Seungmin keeps moving, prolonging your climax, until finally, with a grunt, he releases himself inside you, filling you completely.

He collapses onto you, his body sweaty and spent. He kisses you softly, his touch now tender and loving. "I love you," he whispers. "And you'll always be mine."

You snuggle into his arms, feeling complete and satisfied, knowing that you are now completely his, cherished and loved.

Jeongin

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of explicit measures, prasing, soft but dominant Jeongin, slight fingering (fem reciving)

You're in your bedroom, your heart pounding as you look at Jeongin, your partner, with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The room is dimly lit, creating an intimate and private atmosphere. Jeongin leans closer to you, his commanding and confident presence sending tingles through your body.

"Today I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispers in your ear, his voice deep and seductive. He kisses you slowly, exploring your mouth with an intensity that leaves you breathless. His hands roam your body, touching every curve with a confidence that turns you on.

He gently lays you down on the bed and positions himself between your legs. You can feel his arousal, his cock hard and ready, but you know he's not going to rush it. He begins kissing your neck, moving down slowly, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. You shudder with pleasure.

His fingers find your entrance, and he begins to tease you, moving his fingers with a skill that makes you moan. "You feel so good," he tells you, his voice husky with desire. "You're so wet for me."

He penetrates you with one finger, then another, moving slowly at first, but increasing the speed and depth as your body relaxes and opens to him. "Jeongin," you moan, your voice full of need.

"Shh, relax," he whispers, his voice dominant but soft. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

He takes his fingers out and brings them to your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal. "You taste delicious," he tells you, his voice thick with lust. "Now, I'm going to make you cum with my cock."

He positions himself at your entrance, his 6.5-inch dick hard and ready. He begins to thrust slowly, but stops when he feels resistance. "Relax," he tells you again, his voice firm but soft. "Let's go slow."

He pushes a little further, and you can feel your body stretching to accommodate him. It hurts a little, but the pleasure outweighs the pain. "That's it," he encourages, his voice filled with pride and desire. "You're so good at taking my cock."

Finally, he's all the way in, and we both moan with pleasure. He begins to move slowly, sliding in and out, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. "You feel so good," he tells you, his voice breathy. "Your pussy is made for me."

He increases his speed, his thrusts becoming more frantic and desperate. "I'm going to make you cum," he tells you, his voice dominant and confident. "I'm going to make you cum on my cock."

And he does. Your body tenses, and an explosive orgasm ripples through you, making you see stars. You moan his name, your voice filled with ecstasy. Jeongin keeps moving, milking every drop of pleasure from your body until you both collapse, exhausted and satisfied.

He cradles you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. "I love you," he whispers, his voice full of tenderness. "And I love making you feel good."

You stay there, in his arms, feeling whole and loved, knowing you've shared something incredibly intimate and special.

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skzjiiiii · 3 days ago

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The Bad Boy Hypothesis pt 1

pairing: rock band felix x academic achiever reader! 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

texting smau!

genre: group project partners to lovers? kys/kms jokes, cursing! college AU, reader and felix are literally the complete opposites of each other. felix is lowkey like a fuckboy type of guy ( BUT KEEP READING CAUSE HES NOT THAT!!! ) felix has a bad reputation while the reader is a goodie two shoes type girl. summary: what happens when you're paired up for the campus "bad boy" lee felix for your biology class? will thing end well or are you just another toy for him to play with.

bad boy hypothesis: a bad boy will always be bad — charming at first but bound to break your heart.⭑.ᐟ

“bad boys are just a distraction wrapped in a leather jacket”

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makeitworse · 18 hours ago

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MI CASA, SU CASA

mtl open to sharing their gf. 18+ ft. OT8 SKZ

a/n: angstier than i was going for oops

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 (MOST LIKELY)

honestly? he doesn’t actually care as much as others might think he would.

there’s zero insecurity— he knows his place in your life, knows how good he is at everything that matters, and knows he’s the one you crawl back to afterwards.

outwardly he’s unbothered. he won’t be intimidated by something done only on his permission. (lowkey just scared of you.)

might even ask how it was, then politely show you how it’s supposed to be done.

“you good?” you call out to seungmin, sitting at the kitchen table as you tided up the mess of the lounge-room. he just sips on his tea like it’s just another tuesday. maybe it is. “yeah, don’t worry about me.” he replies, deadpan. and he means it. because he heard it all— and you didn’t even come close to how seungmin gets you.

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

the idea of sharing has his heart stopping— until the name “hyunjin” comes up. they’ve been close forever, trust each other with everything, and honestly? he’s thought about it.

he’s a flustered mess when he joins in. blushes like crazy. needs reassurance before, after, during.

letting hyunjin share you like this is the only scenario where he feels safe. and since it brings you happiness, how couldn’t he be willing?

very clingy afterwards. you’re still his, after all. and the three of you are closer together now.

you’re curled up with felix afterwards, movie you’d long forgotten still playing on the tv. hyunjin left you both to have a moment alone. it wasn’t weird— but soft. deep with trust, the kind that only exists for the one you love and their favourite person. felix glances at you, freckled cheeks blushing pink, eyes soft and full of adoration. “think you enjoyed that more than i did,” you say. you hear hyunjin chuckle from the other room.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

he’s the jealous type, yes. but not with felix. he trusts the guy down to the bone. he won’t offer it himself, but if you insist and it’s with felix, he’s not opposed.

he romanticises the whole thing more than he should; sees it as something sensual, artistic, maybe even intimate in a way that’s deeply personal. takes his friendship with felix and relationship with you to a higher level of trust and understanding.

needs a lot of emotional closeness after. wraps himself around you, soft and quiet, like he’s reminding you who’s always there.

once you’re all skin and soft gasps, hyunjin doesn’t look away when felix’s hand trails over your chest. he watches. touches. joins. and when it’s just the two of you again, your body curled against his and your breath warm on his neck, hyunjin presses a kiss to your temple. “i had fun.” you whisper. “i’m glad.” he smiles gently. “only this once, okay?” but he’s already lying.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

possessive. he hates that word, but it’s the truth. he won’t pretend to like the idea of you with someone else.

but if it has to happen, he’s the one calling the shots. he picks the guy. sets the rules. controls the pace, the contact, the whole damn room. might even give a demonstration.

you get your one night, and then it’s over. he’ll make sure of that. but don’t expect him to forget a single second of it, either.

you’re blissed out and breathless, chest heaving as you roll over to where minho’s seated on the bed. it’s his hand that curls around your throat, a reminder of who allowed this. “had fun?” he asks, brushing his knuckles down your cheek. “mhm.” “good. don’t ask again.”

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

he tries to put a brave face on, act the chill boyfriend, but inside he’s freaking out a little.

feels like he’s being compared, especially if the other guy is older or more experienced. but he trusts his hyungs. and he trusts you.

he lets it happen, mostly as a testament to himself that your love is secure.

might get lost in overthinking while you’re gone, but watching you come back to him— wrapped in his hoodie, smiling just for him— eases the worry.

jeongin envelops you in a wordless hug, hands holding you tighter than usual. you said it wouldn’t change how you feel about him, and he believes you. but still, he whispers into your shoulder: “you’ll tell me if i ever stop being enough, right?” you turn, kiss his lips, and say the only thing that matters: “you never could.”

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

the idea weirds him out a little, especially with how much he intentionally keeps his work life and relationship seperate.

that said, if it’s someone he knows really well, someone reliable who won’t complicate things— then maybe.

he’s very logical about it. “will this bring you something valuable emotionally? are we safe? okay. i trust you.”

doesn’t want details. doesn’t want to see it. but later, when he’s holding you, he’ll quietly ask if it was worth it— just so he can tuck the answer away for good.

chris leans against the bathroom counter, watching you brush your teeth like there’s nothing out of the ordinary. he was the one you ended the night with— and he’d never seen you so turned on for him. safe to say, it was the best sex you’d had together to date. you meet his gaze in the mirror and grin. “too freaky for you?” he rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. “you tell me.”

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

absolutely not down… unless it’s with someone he’s super close to. and even then, he’s talking himself in and out of it in the same breath.

only makes peace with it after tons of reassurance and boundaries that it’s just physical, no emotional ties.

gets real soft once you’re home. lowkey needs to be babied. will definitely ask you if he’s better at sex in a joking way. but he’s listening.

he warned you both to respect him, don’t get weird about it. but of course he’s the one to get weird about it. while you’re spooning him, he’s quiet. thoughtful. he blurts out, “did you prefer it? with him?” you smirk, pressing a kiss below his ear as you nestle your face into his neck— then shake your head. he rolls you both over till he’s hovering over you, pressing you down. “thought so.”

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 (LEAST LIKELY)

nope. not happening. not ever. even the thought of it has his skin scrawling. he gets in his head, starts spiralling, wonders what you need that he doesn’t have.

you reassure him that it’s nothing about him not being “enough,” but even if he knows that, it’s just how he feels anyway. you’re his one and only, and he wants the same for you.

doesn’t want anyone else touching what’s his. would rather go above and beyond to give you anything you want himself than let someone else try.

one word. that’s it. “but—” “no.” he isn’t yelling. he’s not upset. just sure. changbin has worked too hard to build something real with you. something safe. he doesn’t want you split between two hands. he cups your face, eyes warm but firm. “i’m yours. all in. no backups. no visitors.”

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vampzity · 3 days ago

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sfw alphabet with felix

pairing: bf! felix x f! reader

💌: i seen this on my feed and wanted to give it a try! the sfw ones are soo cute, maybe ill do a nsfw one later hehe. this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit so enjoy!

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a — affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

felix makes sure you’re loved every second of the day. he goes out of his way to tell you he loves you, send you sweet messages when you guys aren’t together and bake you brownies for absolutely no occasion. he gets shy expressing how he feels at first, but it eventually becomes 2nd nature to him.

b — beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

believe it or not he’s very honest. i mean he’s a virgo, what do you expect? whenever you need advice, he’ll give you the honest truth but still supports you no matter what decision you decide to make. you’d start being friends after being partnered up in culinary and he’s telling you that you’re baking the brownies all wrong haha

c — cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

felix loves to cuddle; whether that’s in bed, on the couch. he loves to be spooned by you as it gives him a sense of security. though he has no problem spooning you either. he’ll give you small pecks on your back and shoulder, snuggling his head into your back. even on the couch, he loves laying his head in your lap so you can play with his hair. it puts him to sleep so quickly.

d — domestic (does he want to settle down? how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes!!! felix has waited for the day he’s met “the one” to which he thinks that’s you. he’s sweating, hes nervous, he’s a hot mess trying to propose to you, but in the end it’s all worth it. he’s gotta be the best cook— in fact, he gets mad when you cook for him as he believes it should be the other way around. he’ll clean when needed and when asked, though he always feels you do a better job of it than him. He absolutely hates washing dishes after cooking though, which is why you do them.

e — ending (if he had to break up with you, how would he do it?)

he wouldn’t want to, it would literally kill him inside just thinking about breaking your heart. he would make sure you were comfortable, and that this is a decision the two of you truly wanted. he’d let you down easy, but still showing and giving you as much comfort as you need then and there. he knew it was hard for him, but it may be even harder on you.

f — fiancé (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

felix tends to be clingy to the one he loves. however he doesn’t want you to feel rushed into committing either. he’ll take it at your pace, understand what you do and don’t want, and accept if you aren’t ready for such a big step at all. although sometimes, nothing is holding him back.

g — gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

felix cares a lot for the people he loves. if you’re crying and need a shoulder, he’s there. when you want a hug, he’s there to wrap you like a blanket. he’s sure to lay soft kisses on your forehead before he leaves, he’ll run his thumb across your hand whenever you to sit in front of the tv he’s never been the aggressive type or the overly outgoing boyfriend. being home with you was his favorite type of night.

h — hugs (does he like hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

oh he LOVES hugs! before you leave, before he leaves, before bedtime, even when either of you get home. he’s quick to hug you and he’ll hug you tight, like he hasn’t seen you in days. sometimes he just hugs you for no reason, just so he can bury his head into your neck and take in your sweet scent

i — i love you (how fast does he say i love you?)

it takes him a bit to say it, as he doesn’t want to push you or make you feel rushed in your relationship. however, he can’t hold himself back. he’s emotional, and he feels so much love toward you that he just can’t help but tell you right away.

j — jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

felix doesn’t like to show his jealousy. when he does get jealous, he keeps it to himself, however has no issues making snarky comments. a guy is offering you a drink from the bar? “can you even afford her taste?” a guy is complimenting your outfit? “thanks i paid $XXX.XX for it.” he didn’t like others thinking they coukd have their way with you. not when he already had it.

k — kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

felix loves giving you small pecks. anywhere. the nose, forehead, cheek, collarbones, palm. it was his way of showing you he loved you genuinely. sometimes they’re more sensual, the biting of your lip, a small tongue graze. he loves it when you kiss his cheeks and collarbone. his collarbone is so sharp, how couldn’t you admire it.

l — little ones (how is he around children?)

oh he loves them! it makes him feel like a child himself as he runs around playing tag, drawing on the side walk with chalk or even playing video games with them. he’s very soft with kids, and often lets them get their way as he can feel bad for them. he’d make a great dad— we’ve all seen that one video with him and chan..

m — morning (how are mornings spent around him?)

felix makes it a task to wake up earlier than you. especially when you work; he’ll make sure to have breakfast ready for you and your lunch already packed so you had enough time to eat breakfast with him. a few minutes before you wake up, he’d start running the shower to make sure the water was warm and on cold days he’d start your car so it was warm when you got in. most days, he’d even offer being your chauffeur. even if you didn’t work, it was the same cycle; making breakfast, taking care of the pets/children, and letting you sleep in.

n — night (how are nights spent with him?)

felix loves to eat dinner with you. it makes him feel closer with you as you two can share how your day was with each other. he even loves to shower with you; it doesn’t have to be anything sexual, it’s just the intimacy that makes him feel close with you. he loves to clean you, letting you stand there as he does all the work. however, he respects you wanting to shower alone too. he often offers to start running the water for you everytime. you two would lay in bed together, cuddling, speaking as either of you drifted off the sleep.

o — open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

it takes him a bit of time to open up— as he doesn’t wanna burden you. when he eventually does, it comes in small waves, things that perhaps trigger him to open up to you as he’s getting comfortable. and when he finally is? you cannot get him to shut up about his vulnerability LMAO

p — patience (how easily angered is he?)

felix can be pretty patient with you. he doesn’t like to start arguments or even argue with you. however when it comes to things that genuinely upset him, it can set him off just a bit. felix doesn’t like to take it out on you, but if he does he apologizes immediately.

q — quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail or is he forgetful?)

oh he remembers everything! from your favorite color, to your favorite holiday dish. even the name of your first pet. it’s important to him— cherishing the little things about you.

r — remember (what’s his favorite moment in the relationship?)

the day you both planned to tell each other how you felt. you both met up in a park— hands sweaty, clouds just a bit grey as you stood in front of each other. you both stuttered, insisting the other went first. just for you both to say it at the same time.

s — security (how protective is he; does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

felix doesn’t let anyone hurt you. he’s always looking out for you— not afraid to speak his kind when someone is rude to you or hurts your feelings. he’s usually a few steps ahead, making sure to keep anything you may need on hand. felix is a little sensitive, so expect to protect him quite often. there may be times where you have to reassure him and keep harmful comments away from him.

t — try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks etc?)

felix loves to plan dates! however anniversaries stress him out compared to normal dates. he still tries to put in his effort and make it as memorable as he can. He does the most to make sure you only have to do a little— cleaning up, making dinner, taking care of the kids/pets so you don’t have to. especially on days where you’re tired or on your monthly. if he had extra time, (either dates or anniversaries) he’ll make it a little fun game for you to find him. leaving you small notes or picking out the outfit for you to wear.

u — ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

he tends to spam you with pictures. and not jsut any pictures, literally random pictures. selfies, food, nature, random things on the street— there’s no telling what he’ll send you. he also tends to be hard on himself about his diet but you try to remind him that he’s perfect the way he is constantly. sometimes he just needs a little extra reminder.

v — vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he tends to worry a lot about his body, wondering if he’s slim enough, if he’s gotten too fat. he’ll wonder if his face is too puffy and often come to you for a lifting of his spirits. of course you always do— you tell him he’s perfect the way he is, that he doesn’t need to change for anyone and no one should be forcing him to.

w — whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

100%!! you’re like his other half and he feels like a better version of himself with you. you keep him grounded, you make him feel things he’s never felt before. if he didn’t have you, everyrhing would feel out of place.

x — xtra (random headcanon for him)

the sweet quiet blonde boy who helps run his family’s bake shop. he absolutely adores you, infant always looks forward to seeing you come in to try something new. he has the biggest crush on you, and tries to find subtle ways to show it. acknowledge his feelings please !!

y — yuck (what are some things he wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)

he doesn’t like liars, or people who try to pretend they’re someone they’re not. felix wants 100% honesty in his relationship, and doesn’t appreciate it when his partner tries to hide things behind his back.

z — zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

felix loves to cuddle. he’ll turn over and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body for some comfort and warmth. It helps him sleep better. when you’re not here he’ll take one of your plushies— because of course it smells like you, and sleep with it. it brings him some comfort, but of course not the same as if you were there. he usually sleeps through the night, waking up early to make you breakfast. though he never minds a small nap time with you either.

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cosmicalily · 3 days ago

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"talk about: pop music" - a mini series by @cosmicalily. view series masterlist, and outline here

2. 'omg' | gang member!lee minho x reader “i don't often use your name, but i'm craving to.”

author's note: sorry this took me so long to get out !! it's lowkey angsty af but i wanted to bust out something a bit deeper/more meaningful since my recent uploads have just been silly smaus #duality warnings: mentions of substance use and violence (not towards reader), prison, police, unspecified relationship

You and Minho hadn’t even technically broken up. After all, was it really a breakup if the two of you were never officially together at any point? He was everything you’d expected. Like a stray cat, he would lurk around, never staying for longer than an hour, but always returning when you had something he wanted. Only ever inviting you over when he wanted to make out or get blackout drunk. It was always on his terms, not that you had issues with that. You appreciated the distraction, the change of scenery.

He told you that he loved you, that you were his favourite girl, and called you pretty. You loved the affection and attention, even if it was the same script he’d repeated to several girls in the same day. You knew he saw other people. You saw other people too, although maybe not as frequently. However, you knew that he was telling the truth when he called you his favourite girl. The others were all backups, second options for if you were away, not in the mood or with someone else.

So you were special, to some degree.

You knew the relationship was a mess. Neither of you were willing to commit to more than a few hours a few times a week, usually late at night or early in the morning. He didn’t occupy your mind the way a lover should. He was like a way to wind down, a way to escape the monotony of your life, but without having to worry about it permanently. Because your mind changed fast. You liked lots of people. You didn’t want to be tied down to one, and he didn’t particularly want to be, either.

And if fingers were to be pointed, you had been the one to tell him you were fed up.

Lee Minho was in jail for the fourth time, even though he’d promised you he wouldn’t go back. Each time he left, you brought his cat, Nero, over to stay at your apartment until he returned. Usually it was only a few weeks, sometimes a month or so. His cat, no matter how much it rubbed itself on your furniture or nuzzled into your perfumed skin, always smelled like Minho.

He’d promised you that he was done, that he’d been clean for a month and hadn’t even thought about getting high again. That he hadn’t fought anyone or even witnessed blood and bruises, let alone been the one to bear them, in weeks.

Yet three days ago, he’d been convicted again. It had been so stupid, so repetitive, so predictable. You knew who was knocking at the door before it had even opened. You’d known from the way he’d tensed against you, his arms tight around your waist. Even though you’d wriggled in an attempt to get off him and open the door, he’d held you firm and close for a moment, taking a deep breath.

When you’d finally slipped out of his grasp, the look in his eyes was pained. Minho often experienced fury, not towards you, but rarely sadness. Or disappointment. Maybe in others, but not in himself.

His eyes were glassy.

The officer had known; you’d been somewhat acquainted with him by now. His name was Chan, and he was quiet but authoritative. He’d come the last time Minho had been arrested. Maybe even the time before.

“You should be careful, ma’am,” he’d warned you. “You don’t want to be associated with things like this.”

And this time, like every time, you’d agreed. You shook your head at Minho, tears streaking your cheeks.

As the car drove off, you caught his eyes through the window.

The first time, you’d blown him a kiss.

Today, you flipped him off.

It was late in the evening, your hair still damp from your shower, when you heard a knock on the door. The noise startled Nero, who had been sleeping soundly on your thigh as you painted your nails a deep shade of burgundy.

With a sigh and an apology to Nero, you hauled yourself off the rug on your living room floor and made your way over to the door of your apartment. Glancing through the peephole, you saw a familiar face.

Your neighbour, Felix.

You opened the door, offering him a smile. He returned it, but there was a look of concern in his eyes. “Hey, Y/N. I think the mailman delivered a letter for you to mine,” he paused, pulling the envelope out of his pocket, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s from prison.”

Your chest tightened, and you turned over the envelope in your hands. From Lee Minho. “Thanks, Felix,” you replied, your voice barely audible.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Well, depending on what this says. Thanks again, though.”

Felix hovered a second longer, despite your dismissal. “If it isn’t, remember you can talk to me, yeah? I do care.”

“Thanks, Lix,” you smiled, squeezing his shoulder and giving him a wave as you slipped back inside your apartment, locking the door behind you.

Your heartbeat was hammering, breathing quickened. You’d never heard from Minho while he was in jail before, never visited or even associated with him. It was like a secret the two of you suppressed, something you pretended wasn’t happening. So he didn’t feel guilty for disappointing you, and so you didn’t feel guilty for disappointing yourself.

Tearing the edge of the envelope, you realised you’d never actually seen his handwriting before. It was rigid, but soft at the curves, a flick at the loop of a ‘u’ and a sharp line at the top of a ‘t’. Reading through, your body ached. In pain, but also in longing. His words were clear, direct, everything your relationship hadn’t been. He claimed he was in a rehab program, that he’d started getting therapy from the counsellors and was doing everything in his capacity to try and get better, to never have to return. To be present for you. “And Nero,” he’d added, with a little smiley face scrawled beside it.

You remembered the warnings.

Yet when you pulled up in the parking lot two and a half days later, spotting Minho standing with his hands in his pockets, you felt nothing but relief. Comfort.

The hug he gave you was genuine, a touch that wasn’t driven by some kind of force of desire. Yearning.

He’d always been the one to come back to you, but this time, you came to him.

Because he had asked for you.

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leriexoxo · 3 days ago

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SKZ HEADCANON SERIES (18+)

Chapter 6: Felix — The Sunshine You Thought You Couldn’t Stand

OT8 SERIES MASTERLIST

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Felix was impossible.

Always smiling. Always warm. Always so nice it made your skin itch.

He greeted everyone by name, complimented strangers, remembered birthdays, and offered help before anyone even asked. That kind of relentless optimism made you suspicious. No one was that good all the time. You were sure it was an act—a carefully curated persona, designed to win people over.

And yet somehow, he never cracked.

You, on the other hand, were sharp where he was soft. Blunt where he was bright. He once told you that your sarcasm could cut glass, and you told him his voice sounded like a children’s cartoon character doing ASMR.

You bickered constantly—playful on the surface, but with tension simmering underneath. He frustrated you because you couldn’t figure him out. And he was drawn to you because you didn’t even try to please him.

He once cornered you after class, grinning with that sunbeam energy.

“You know what your problem is?” he asked.

“Just one?”

“You think I’m fake because it’s easier than admitting I’m genuinely nice and you can’t stand that you like it.”

You’d rolled your eyes and walked away. But the words stuck.

⸻

This particular day had been hell.

You barely made it through your shift, spilled coffee down your shirt, bombed a quiz, got ghosted by someone who swore they were different—and then dropped your phone so hard the screen cracked like your patience.

You thought you were alone when you slipped into the quiet corner of the campus garden and finally let go. The tears came fast, unexpected, biting at your pride harder than anything else.

But you weren’t alone.

Felix found you there, his smile nowhere in sight for once. He crouched beside you, warm hand hovering like he didn’t want to scare you.

“Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?”

You wiped your face, turning away. “Leave me alone, Felix.”

“I can,” he said softly. “But I won’t.”

He didn’t try to fix it. Didn’t offer platitudes. Just sat there, shoulder brushing yours, letting you fall apart without asking you to stop.

It wrecked something in you. That he could see you like that—raw and undone—and not turn away.

When your breathing steadied, you turned your face to him.

“I don’t get you,” you whispered.

He smiled, smaller than usual. “That’s okay. I don’t fully get you either. But I want to.”

You stared at each other for a long moment. And then, with your heart in your throat, you kissed him first.

The kiss was soft. Too soft at first. Like you weren’t sure he’d let you take it further.

But Felix made a sound—a deep, surprised groan from the back of his throat—and cupped your jaw gently, pulling you closer as he kissed you back.

And suddenly the softness ignited.

His hands slipped under your coat, wrapping around your waist like he wanted to hold all of you at once. He pressed you back against the edge of the bench, his lips exploring yours with more heat now—like he’d been dreaming about this and didn’t dare wake up.

“I’ve wanted this,” he whispered between kisses, voice husky now, thick and dark. “You have no idea how long.”

You ended up in his dorm room, backs slamming into the door, mouths crashing again, hands everywhere. His fingers found the hem of your shirt and dragged it over your head, revealing skin to the warm light of his fairy lights.

He paused when he saw you, eyes wide, mouth parted.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and it sounded so reverent. “You’re beautiful.”

You weren’t used to hearing that. Not like that—like it wasn’t just about how you looked, but who you were. Even the parts you hid.

He laid you down on his bed and crawled over you like you were something delicate—but he was not shy. His lips found your neck, your collarbone, your chest, leaving soft bites between kisses, soothing them with his tongue.

Then came his voice—that voice—low and sinful as it curled into your ear:

“You like being touched like this, huh?”

You whimpered when his hands slid into your pants.

“Want me to make you feel good?” he whispered, rubbing slow circles over your slick heat. “So fucking wet for me already. God, baby, I haven’t even started yet.”

You tugged him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, fingers digging into his back.

“Felix, please…”

His mouth dropped open like the sound of you begging was holy. “Say that again.”

You said it again—and more—until he was stripping the rest of your clothes off, positioning himself between your thighs with a groan that sounded relieved.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he promised, kissing your shoulder as he pressed inside you.

He was slow at first—deep, rolling thrusts that hit all the right spots, his forehead against yours, lips brushing with every breath. You felt everything. The stretch. The weight of him. The way his voice kept cracking with restraint as he whispered filth and sweetness all at once.

“Feel so fucking good around me, baby. Let me hear you. That’s it…”

Your fingers laced with his, his grip tight, anchoring you together as the pace built faster, harder. His name tumbled from your lips as you reached the edge, and he held your gaze through all of it.

“Let go,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

You shattered beneath him, clenching around him, and he followed soon after, panting your name like a prayer as he filled you.

⸻

You lay tangled in his sheets, breath slowing, fingers still interlaced.

Felix was quiet for a moment. Then, with a soft laugh, he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Still think I’m fake?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Maybe just insufferably sincere.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

And maybe, just maybe, that didn’t scare you anymore.

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dakusan · 2 days ago

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S U N K I S S E D

Lee Felix x Reader | beach date, piña coladas, salt-sweet kisses

🏖️ synopsis: one piña colada. two hands. three kisses you didn’t mean to mean that much. he dragged you to the beach. dunked you in the ocean. tasted your smile like it was sugar and sunburn. said i love you and now the world smells like salt and him. this was just a day, right? just one day? then why does your chest still feel like it’s holding the tide.

💌a/n: I’M SO TIRED I COULD BITE DRYWALL. fuck work. fuck capitalism. anyway. here’s some sun-dazed soft chaos with lee fucking felix. it’s piña colada flavoured. p.s. reblogs = piña colada kisses p.p.s. if this made your spine curl or your feet kick, tell me. validate me. i’m delicate. p.p.p.s. YES I SAW THE ASKS. I WILL GET BACK TO YOU. DON’T PANIC. STAY CALM. I LOVE YOU.

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers.

🎧 » Our Summer — TXT « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:30 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

You feel the ocean before you see it.

Warm wind tousles your hair through the rolled-down car window, carrying the scent of salt and sunscreen, distant grills and crashing waves. The sun hangs lazy in the afternoon sky—no longer sharp, but melting, golden, like butter smeared across the horizon. It paints the car in warmth and shadow as Felix hums along to some lo-fi remix playing from the aux cord, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel, completely at peace.

He glances over and grins.

“You ready, baby?”

You nod, but he’s already parking—spinning the wheel with one hand, sunglasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose. He parallel parks like he’s done this a hundred times, probably because he has. This is his spot. You know that now. His beach. Felix grew up near the water, and the ocean seems to respond to him like an old friend.

“Let me grab everything,” he says, taking off his sneakers and hopping out barefoot like the sand won’t burn him.

You blink.

“You’re not wearing shoes?”

“Shoes are for people who hate joy.” he shrugs, already circling the car.

You watch as he opens the back and starts pulling out so much stuff you didn’t know he packed: a striped beach umbrella, a folded blanket, a massive tote bag, his mini JBL speaker, a portable cooler—wait, is that a pineapple-shaped cup?

“You’re unhinged,” you laugh.

Felix beams, tucking the tote under one arm like a surfboard. “Incorrect. I’m prepared. You’ll thank me when you’re sipping cold piña coladas while other people suffer with warm water bottles and broken Bluetooth speakers.”

You raise a brow. “You actually brought piña coladas?”

“Homemade,” he says proudly, lifting the cooler with both hands like a trophy. “One with rum, one without. Because I love you and you’re a lightweight.”

You feel your face heat up at that. He didn’t have to say it like that. Like he loves you. Like it’s obvious. Like it’s nothing.

“I’ll carry the blanket,” you mutter, grabbing it before your heart combusts.

The two of you trek toward the shore. The sand is soft and hot beneath your sandals—Felix doesn’t flinch, of course—and you pass families packing up for the day, towels dotted with sunscreen bottles, and kids squealing as the waves lap at their ankles. The air is rich with summer: salty and sticky and full of distant laughter.

Felix leads you to a quieter area, not too far from the lifeguard tower, but away from the crowd. He plants the umbrella like a flag and spreads the blanket with practiced flair. Within seconds, the little beach setup looks like something out of a Pinterest board—cosy and colourful, with two folded towels, the cooler nestled between them, and the pineapple cup sitting on the blanket like a mascot.

He collapses dramatically onto the towel. “Beach achieved.”

You lower yourself beside him, brushing grains of sand off your knee. “This is impressive.”

He rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, and looks at you like he’s trying to memorize your outline.

“You haven’t even seen the playlist I made.”

“There’s a playlist?”

Felix grins, slipping his phone out of the tote and connecting it to the speaker. Music spills out—something breezy and slow, warm vocals over acoustic guitar and soft drums.

“There,” he says. “Perfect.”

You take a deep breath. The wind cools your sun-warmed skin and your shoulders start to relax. You lean back on your elbows, eyes closed, letting the sound of waves and Felix’s music wrap around you like a lullaby.

Then—

“Babe,” Felix whispers, voice suddenly close.

You open one eye. “Hm?”

“You’ve got five seconds to run before I throw you in the ocean.”

Your eyes fly open.

“What?!”

He’s already standing, shirt half-unbuttoned, mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and god, he looks like every summer daydream you've ever had.

“Five!” “Felix—” “Four!” “I will end you—” “Three!”

You’re on your feet before he hits two, sprinting toward the shoreline with his laughter chasing you through the sand.

You hit the water first, crashing in up to your knees, heart racing, lungs burning from laughing too hard. The sea rushes around your legs, cool and foamy and endless. You barely manage to turn around before—

“GOT YOU!”

Felix barrels toward you with wild purpose, arms outstretched like a kid on a sugar high, and you scream—half genuine terror, half pure delight—as he lunges.

You try to dodge but he catches your waist mid-turn, lifting you clear off the sand like it’s nothing.

“Felix, no—NO—”

Your words cut off into a shriek as he drops you into the water, both of you splashing down in a dramatic mess of foam and limbs.

You resurface, gasping and soaked, hair clinging to your cheeks, saltwater stinging your lips—and Felix is already laughing like he just won a Nobel Prize.

“You’re a menace,” you splutter, wiping your eyes.

“A charming menace,” he grins, ducking under again.

Before you can recover, he pops back up with water dripping down his temple, eyes sparkling. The ocean turns him golden, kissed by sun and salt—his wet hair curling at the ends, skin glowing, lips pink from smiling too much. He looks like summer made a boy and gave him freckles.

And he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing on this beach.

“You okay?” he asks, a little softer now, still panting from laughter.

You nod, breath catching.

“Yeah. Just—cold.”

“Come here,” he says immediately.

Then his arms are around you—warm despite the water, firm as he pulls you against his chest. Your soaked shirt sticks to your skin, your legs bumping his underwater, and your cheek rests over his heart, which is still beating fast from running. He holds you close like he forgot how to let go.

“I’m sorry I dunked you,” he murmurs into your hair. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“I mean, you screamed in the funniest way—”

You pinch his side and he yelps, pulling back just enough to laugh, to catch your face in his hands.

There’s a pause.

The kind that stretches, heavy and full.

The waves hush beneath it. The breeze slows. And the look he gives you shifts—bright amusement melting into something quiet, raw. More than playful. More than just a joke.

You can feel the moment tipping. Like something about it might last forever if you let it.

He leans in close.

But doesn’t kiss you yet.

Just presses his forehead to yours, skin damp, noses brushing, breath tangled.

"This feels like the kind of memory I'll dream about in winter."

You don’t say anything—you don’t need to, you can't. You just wrap your arms around his waist and stay there a while, half-floating, pressed chest to chest in the shallows like the tide only exists to hold you both.

Eventually, he pulls back, water dripping from his chin, and smiles like mischief reborn.

“…Now I’m gonna need a piña colada. You?”

You snort. “Only if you don’t steal mine.”

“No promises.”

Back on the blanket, everything feels slower. Softer. The air is thick with heat and the sharp citrus of sunscreen, the kind that clings to your skin no matter how many waves you’ve let wash over you. Felix hands you a towel, then flops beside you like he’s been shipwrecked. “I’m officially eighty-five percent ocean now.”

You laugh, squeezing water from your hair as you sit beside him, knees brushing. The breeze picks up slightly, salty and warm, and you pull the towel tighter around your shoulders. Felix reaches for the cooler without lifting his head.

“Okay,” he says dramatically. “Now it’s time for my pièce de résistance.”

He opens the lid and pulls out two mason jars, chilled and dewy with condensation. Inside: icy piña coladas, the color of sand and sunshine, topped with tiny wedges of pineapple and paper umbrellas bent just slightly from the cold.

You stare. “You really went all out.”

Felix just hands you one with a proud grin. “Try it first. Tell me I’m not the boyfriend of the year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but take a sip.

Oh. Oh no.

It’s good.

Cold and creamy, just the right amount of coconut and pineapple, with a hidden but sharp edge of rum. Enough to warm the back of your throat.

You let out an embarrassingly loud groan. “Felix.”

His grin widens. “Right?!”

“This is dangerously good. Like, blackout-on-a-beach good.”

“I’d carry you home,” he offers sweetly. “Like a drunken princess.”

You take another sip just to spite him. “I’d haunt you forever if you let me embarrass myself like that.”

He hums, lying back on the towel with a lazy stretch, arms folded behind his head. “That sounds worth it.”

You shake your head and settle beside him, resting on your elbows again. The sun is lower now, skimming just above the waterline. The sky is dipped in pastel brushstrokes—peach, lavender, gold bleeding into a dusky blue. Everything feels slow and stretched out. Like time’s holding its breath.

You sip again, then glance sideways.

He’s looking at you.

He’s been looking at you.

And something about the moment changes—shifts in the breeze, sharpens behind your ribs. His smile fades into something quieter, deeper. Less playful, more real.

“Can I…?” he starts, but doesn’t finish.

Instead, he reaches out and brushes your bottom lip with his thumb, gentle and grounding. You hadn’t realized the drink left a little sheen of coconut on your mouth until he swipes it away.

He lingers there, thumb just barely touching skin.

“You had some…” he murmurs. His voice is lower now. Tinted with want.

Your breath catches.

“Is that your excuse?” you whisper.

He nods, almost bashful. “Kinda.”

You tip your head forward. Just a little.

“I won’t stop you,” you say softly.

And then he’s kissing you.

It’s slow. Warm. Not rushed, not showy—just his mouth on yours with a kind of tenderness that melts right through your bones. He tastes like coconut and salt and something sweet that might just be him. His hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing light shapes along your jaw, like he’s making sure this is real.

You shift closer, knees brushing, breath syncing. He sighs into it—low and content—and deepens the kiss just slightly, tongue sweeping gently across your lower lip before pulling back.

When he opens his eyes, they’re softer than the sky.

“You taste like summer,” he whispers.

You blink. “That’s cheesy.”

He grins, a little sheepish. “Yeah, but it’s true.”

You pause.

Then lean in again, close enough your noses bump.

“Then kiss me again,” you murmur, “before summer ends.”

And he does.

Right there, under the half-open umbrella, on a towel that smells like sunscreen and him, with piña colada melting in the sand beside you. This kiss is deeper. Felix leans into it with more certainty this time—his hand sliding around the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing behind your ear like he’s learning you by feel.

You melt into him like the tide pulling at your ankles earlier—inevitable. His lips part just enough for your breath to sync, and when your hand slips up to rest on his chest, you can feel his heart beating like a secret he’s been holding in all day.

Felix kisses like he’s memorizing. Like he’s planning to replay it on loop, forever.

When you finally pull back, your eyes meet his own, breath slightly heavy.

You exhale slowly. “That was…”

“I know,” he says, smiling, but his voice is quieter, softer now. “I know.”

The sunlight catches in his eyelashes as he looks at you, and you’re struck—again—by just how beautiful he is. Not just the freckles, or the glint of mischief always hiding behind his grin.

It’s all of it. It’s him.

You lie back on the blanket, breath still uneven, and stare up at the sky.

Felix joins you a second later, lying close enough for your arms to touch. His pinky brushes yours, and he hooks it gently. For a while, you both just lie there—watching the sky bleed into deeper pastels, listening to the waves, your hands tangled like roots. His thumb strokes slow circles into your palm, rhythmic and grounding, like he needs to be touching you to believe this is real.

After a minute, he speaks.

“I think I wanted today to be perfect,” he murmurs.

You turn your head. “It is.”

“Yeah, but… I wanted it to feel like something you’d remember. Like something you’d want to come back to.” He looks at you then, eyes soft. “I want to be someone you come back to.”

You don’t answer immediately.

Instead, you reach over and brush a wet curl out of his face. Your fingers trail along his jaw. He closes his eyes at your touch.

“I already do,” you whisper.

His eyes open again—glassy in the gold light, mouth parted like he’s about to say something but can’t quite find it. Then he scoots closer, pulling you gently into his side. His arm drapes over your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder where he presses a kiss into your hair.

The world tilts a little. Slows. Becomes small and full and sweet.

Somewhere down the beach, a guitar strums out of someone’s speaker. Children laugh in the distance. Seagulls cry overhead.

But here? Here it’s just Felix. The sun. Your skin still damp with ocean. His thumb brushing lazy shapes against your hipbone.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” you say.

He hums. “Then don’t.”

“Is that allowed?”

“With me?” His voice is low now, warm and sleepy. “Anything’s allowed.”

Eventually, the sun began to dip. Leaving behind indigo skies and soft wind as the last of the beachgoers started packing up and wandering off. The tide pulls long and low in the distance, gentle and rhythmic.

You slip your feet into your sandals, but Felix crouches next to you before you can finish, fingers brushing over your ankle. He gently takes the straps out of your hands and shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh. You’re not walking through this sand after I made you soft all day.”

“I can carry my own shoes, y’know.”

He grins up at you, shoes in one hand, other already reaching for yours. “I know. But I like doing it.”

You don’t argue.

The two of you begin the slow walk back across the darkening sand. He walks close, arms brushing. His fingers curl around yours like a habit. Every now and then, he swings your joined hands gently, like he can’t help it.

It's quiet between the two of you but not awkward. Comfortable. Warm. Warm like the sun. And you don't dare break that silence. Neither does he.

And when you reach the car, he opens the passenger door for you without a word, like instinct. Like love. You slide in slowly and he puts your shoes in the back, tosses his towel in, then closes the trunk with a thud. And for a moment, he just stands there.

Looking at you.

The sky behind him is streaked with faint stars and the first breath of night, but you can still see his face clearly in the dusky blue. He looks a little flushed. A little like he’s trying not to fall into something he already fell into hours ago.

You get out of the car again before he can talk himself out of whatever he’s about to do.

“I’m not done kissing you,” you say softly.

He exhales a sound that’s almost a laugh—almost a gasp—and takes two steps forward before his mouth is on yours again.

This kiss isn’t sun-drunk or playful or sugar-sweet. This kiss is wanting. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in with a low sound in his throat like he needs this—needs you. Your fingers slide under the open collar of his shirt, gripping his shoulder as he presses you gently against the side of the car. The metal is cool against your back, but his body is all heat.

His other hand settles on your waist, thumb stroking slow and possessive. His kiss deepens—like he’s trying to tell you something without language. Like this is the part where I mean it. Like I’d stay here forever if you let me.

When he pulls back, barely, your noses still brush. You’re both out of breath.

He’s looking at you like you hung the stars he parked under. “You feel like the rest of my life,” he says, almost afraid of it.

You blink, stunned silent.

He doesn’t wait for a reply—just kisses your forehead, gentle and soft. Almost feather-like. Then he opens the passenger door again and helps you inside like he didn’t just shift the entire axis of your world.

You settle into the seat. Your legs are still sandy, your lips a little swollen, and your chest’s doing that thing where it doesn’t know what to do with too much feeling.

He closes the door gently, walks around to the driver’s side, and gets in.

Keys in. Engine humming low. And right before driving off, Felix takes one more look at you. Smiles. Eyes sparkling.

"I love you."

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writingforstraykids · 2 days ago

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Hello, how are you doing? ^^

I recently posted about wanting to find platonic felix x reader fics, and a lovely anon told me about you! I know your—wonderful—works are focused on romantic relationships, but would you be willing to write something platonic as well? I totally understand if you don't vibe with this idea, but if you would, I was thinking about fem reader and felix having a sleepover after an exhausting week, painting each other's nails, trying disastrous recipes, filming embarrassing tiktoks, y'know, the usual magic of being best friends ^3^

thanks in advance ✨

The Art of Doing Nothing

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Word Count: 884

Warnings/Tags: fluff, platonic, besties

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it🫶🏻🖤☺️

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

You don't knock: There's no need. Felix had sent you a picture of his living room earlier with a blanket fort halfway constructed, a bowl of popcorn on the floor, and the caption "Get here before I eat all of this." So you barge in with your duffel bag, pillow, and the weight of the week hanging heavy on your shoulders.

“Emergency,” you declare, dramatically collapsing on his couch.

Felix sticks his head out from the kitchen, face smeared with chocolate, spoon in hand. “Emergency as in you didn’t bring snacks?”

“Emergency as in I might actually lose my mind if we don’t do something mind-numbingly stupid in the next ten minutes.”

He grins. “Oh good. That’s my specialty.”

The first hour is spent on the floor with your heads poking out of the pillow fort, watching bad reality TV and yelling at the screen like you’re paid to do it.

“You would never survive this show,” you tell him, pointing at the overly manicured influencer sobbing in a jungle.

“Excuse me,” he scoffs, “I have emotional resilience and three whole skills. That’s more than half of them combined.”

“You cried when your slime melted.”

Felix gasps, clutching his heart. “That slime was a part of me.”

You throw a pillow at him. He throws two back.

By the time the sun dips low enough to send golden streaks across the carpet, you’re sprawled on your stomachs in the kitchen, trying to recreate a three-ingredient mochi recipe from a TikTok Felix had saved with a confident: “We got this.”

You absolutely did not have this.

The microwave beeps. The bowl inside looks like a war crime. “What,” you whisper, peering in, “what have we created?”

Felix lifts it out with oven mitts, poking it like it might fight back. “This… is glue. This is literal glue.”

“You said it was foolproof!”

“I didn’t know we were advanced fools!”

You’re both crying from laughter when the whole thing splats on the counter. Neither of you bother cleaning it up for a solid ten minutes.

You settle on air-fried dumplings and leftover cupcakes. Felix paints your nails next - badly. He's not even pretending to be good at it, humming some silly tune while dabbing color all over your cuticles.

“I’m making art,” he announces proudly, blowing on your fingers.

You squint at the mess. “You’re making something.”

He holds up your hand. “It’s abstract. It’s bold. It’s… probably gonna need three rounds of remover.”

“Cool,” you sigh, watching him reach for the glitter. “My nails look like a horse threw up on them.” Felix cackles.

You paint his nails with more focus, tongue sticking out as you try to make them look decent. Halfway through, you start telling him a story about a customer who tried to return a coffee because it was “too wet.”

“Too wet?”

“Too wet.”

“…Was it a sponge?”

“No. It was a latte.”

At some point, your cheeks hurt from smiling. It’s the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t sting - it just lingers in your bones, wrapping itself around your limbs like the weighted blanket you two are now sharing on the floor. The fort is complete. The fairy lights are blinking softly.

You’re both curled up with face masks on - his is green, yours is pink - and you're recording a TikTok where you each take turns reading dramatically from your old middle school journals.

“No, read that part again,” he wheezes, tears in his eyes. “‘And then he looked at me and I KNEW he was my soulmate because he let me borrow his ruler.’”

You throw a sock at him. “You said no judgment!”

“I’m not judging,” he hiccups, “I’m inspired.”

You record five more videos. None of them will ever see the light of day. That’s not the point.

Later, when you’re both lying side by side under a mountain of mismatched blankets, Felix is the one to break the silence.

“You okay?”

You blink at the ceiling. “Yeah. I think so.”

“You were quiet during the last TikTok. And that’s saying something. You’re usually narrating your own life like it’s a Netflix documentary.”

You snort. “That’s because my brain’s running on fumes. I think if I say one more word, it’ll be an accident.”

He nudges you with his foot. “You don’t have to talk. Just… y’know. I’m here.”

And you know he means it. Not in the obligatory way people say I’m here for you - but in that solid, dependable, Felix way. Like a pillow that always smells like vanilla. Like a cup of tea left waiting on the kitchen counter, just in case. Like someone who knows you don’t always need to be fixed, just heard.

You roll over to face him. “Thanks for this.”

“For what?”

“For being the person I can be this weird and tired with.”

Felix grins, sleepy and warm. “You’re welcome. But next time, you’re painting my nails first. I want sparkly little bats.”

“You got it.”

The clock ticks past 2AM.

Felix is half-asleep, one hand curled around a plushie, the other reaching for yours without really thinking. You lace your fingers through his, letting the silence stretch comfortably between you.

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jeonginsleftcheek · 3 months ago

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Between these four walls

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: thriller/sci-fi, smut, fluff

synopsis: lee felix is your 89% match. please proceed to the house assigned to you where your relationship will be subjected to various tests. if you manage to complete all objectives and get your match to 100% you may proceed to leave. sex is strictly prohibited. remember, they're always watching.

wc: 13.4k

warnings: desc. of drowning, illness, drugging, tripping (psychedelics/stimulants), mention of needles, paralysis, gutting a fish (yes that's a warning), some blood

nsfw warnings: fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, spanking, cumshot

a/n: felix always inspires me for these kinds of concepts. i hope you enjoy💜

~ divider by @anitalenia

~ masterlist

Lee Felix. 89% match. Congratulations!

You stared at the device in your hand, your heartbeat picking up speed. Finally. Finally you had someone you matched with. The last time you tried a similar, underdeveloped program like this, it only led you to more disappointment and heartbreak.

But, everyone you knew was raving about Cupid Corp. and how they found the love of their life after participating in their program. You asked questions, curious about why they stayed so long in the Cupid Corp. village, what they had to do to get their match to a 100, to walk out with them hand in hand.

Their faces would change from the happy expressions and shiny eyes into something dull, drained of color.

"We signed a document that prohibits us from revealing anything." they'd answer.

It all sounded so mysterious and a little alarming but you were so damn tired of being lonely and seeing all these people walking out of Cupid Corp. with big dumb smiles on their faces.

So, after doing some thinking, you applied.

It was a long process, to say the least. There were tests you had to take, all of them online. Starting with a psychological test, then an IQ test, then a personality test. It took them a month as they asked for everything, from your family disease history to your hopes and dreams for the future.

The more data they gathered, the more detailed your profile became. You even had a few online interviews with a woman named 'Cherry' whose face you couldn't see as she was wearing some sort of mask, only her cherry red lips were visible to you.

"We will take your data into consideration and calculate the best match. Thank you for applying at Cupid Corp. We hope you find your dream lover." the woman talked in a monotone voice.

You didn't wait for too long. Only four days later, you got a package from them, inside it a round device with a screen and one button. You pressed it and when it came to life you were greeted with your match. Just his name and the percentage.

With it, you got a document that stated the location of the village as well as your house number, 14B and a ton of rules, most of them prohibiting you from talking about the activities and 'tests' inside the village as well as a 'no cellphone' rule. You thought it was kind of weird, but you didn't want to back out now. Not when you had a match with such a high number.

It can't be so hard to get it up to 100, right?

You read through all the rules, coming up to the last one.

'You and your partner are not allowed to engage in sexual activites during your stay in the village. Kissing and physical touch is fine unless it is erotic or stimulating in that sort of way. After you sign this paper, you have agreed to all the rules above and are aware that you will be filmed and monitored 24/7.'

You gulped, some kind of unease washing over you as you stared at the document. The little cupid drawing that was the company's logo looked so sweet and innocent but it didn't help the churning of your stomach. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed you pen and signed the paper.

There is no going back now.

As soon as you entered the village through the gate, it felt like you walked right into a fairytale. The houses were all pretty pastel colors with white picked fences and gardens full of all sorts of beautiful flowers. Everything looked perfect.

The only weird thing was that you didn't see another person anywhere as you walked. It was eerily quiet, only your footsteps were echoing on the pavement and the sounds of your suitcase being dragged behind you. The village was far away from the bustling city so you couldn't hear any sound for miles.

Then you saw it, 14B, a pretty pastel blue house and you smiled to yourself, it looked so cute and cozy. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat when you noticed someone standing outside by the fence.

It was a guy close to your age, and as soon as he noticed you coming towards him, a big smile spread on his face. He waved awkwardly and you waved back as you neared him, your heart hammering in your chest. When you got closer to him, your stomach did a little flip.

He is so beautiful!, you thought as you observed his smiling face, his warm chocolate eyes, his plump heart shaped lips and all the pretty freckles adorning his skin.

"I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." he said, pleasantly shocking you with his deep voice.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you too." you smiled, your face burning up. You hoped you didn't look like an awkward tomato in front of this beautiful man, who was your match! You were already swooning over him as he helped you get your suitcase inside, dragging both of your luggage together while you looked around the garden.

"I guess this is our house." he said as the two of you walked in. You noticed right away that it was decorated in the way you wanted to decorate your dream house, a question you had to answer in one of the tests they gave you. You also noticed some knick knacks you didn't recognize, they were probably something Felix wanted to have in his house.

"They really went all out with the decorations." you said as the two of you made your way to the kitchen and Felix chuckled.

"They did." he nodded, the air between you a little awkward.

"Oh. What's this?" you noticed an envelope adressed to the both of you on the kitchen table.

You picked it up and opened it as Felix peered over your shoulder.

"Dear Felix and Y/n. Welcome to our Village of Love! We hope you enjoy your stay, no matter how short or long it is. You'll find everything you need inside your house, we hope you find it cozy and that you settle in well. Take your time to get used to your surroundings and learn a little about each other before you move onto the next phase. Tests will begin shortly. Have fun!" you read out loud before looking up and seeing a camera staring right at you, the red dot blinking.

"Tests, huh? Doesn't sound too fun." Felix said and you nodded.

"No, it doesn't." you shook your head. "Do you know anything about what happens here?"

"I have no idea. I asked a few of my friends and no one would tell me."

"Isn't that kind of suspicious?" you asked and Felix chuckled nervously, looking up at the camera.

"Aren't they like listening to us right now?" he whispered.

"I'm sure everyone who came here wondered about the program." you shrugged.

"I guess we will find out." Felix said, still being somewhat quiet as he kept eyeing the camera.

You walked over to the fridge and opened it, finding all sorts of groceries inside it, mostly your favorite food and probably Felix's.

"Hungry?" you looked back at him and as if on que, his stomach growled.

You giggled and he laughed, the sound filling up your ears and tugging at your heart.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you wanna cook together?" you asked and he nodded eagerly.

"I'd love that." Felix answered with a sweet smile so the two of you pulled your sleeves up and washed your hands, getting ready to tackle dinner together as you maneuvered the unknown space.

"What made you decide to apply to this program? You don't seem like you'd have a problem finding a partner." you started the conversation and his cheeks became rosy as he chuckled.

"Well, I tend to fall for the wrong people. The ones who use my kindness against me. And I really don't wanna hurt anymore or just experiment and 'try' again. I want to know that I have the real deal, you know? To be sure that the person is my ride or die."

The honesty in his answer took you by surprise.

'I want my partner to always be honest with me, to tell me the truth even if it is painful.'

You remembered the line you wrote when you were asked to put down on paper everything you wanted in a partner. They had probably looked at Felix's personality test as well as yours, and the things you had written down as your dream partner, putting the two of you together that way.

Your cheeks burned as you remembered how high your percentage is. He must really be the man from your dreams which would make you the woman of his. Butterflies swarmed your stomach.

"What about you?" Felix snapped you out of your thoughts as you continued cleaning the meat.

"Oh, same. I was disappointed many times before. I just want to find someone that will feel like home." you smiled at him.

"Exactly." he agreed. "So, what do you think the tests will look like? Do you think they'll be similar to the ones we had to do while applying?"

"My guess is as good as yours. Though, I must admit I do feel a bit uneasy with all the people not being allowed to say what happened while they were here..." you trailed off, before sighing.

"Then again, they all looked so happy with their partners." you finished. "And I want that."

"Yeah, I feel a bit uneasy myself but we'll go through this together, right?" Felix gave you a shy smile and you nodded as your cheeks warmed up.

After cooking dinner and eating, you had learned a bit more about each other, finding it incredibly easy to keep the conversation going like you've already talked many times before, sharing similar viewpoints and interests. It seemed too easy and you knew that you didn't have to necessarily agree on everything or love all the same things to be a match.

There was definitely something deeper there than the superficial stuff like hobbies and favorite colors when you've already gotten to 89% without even interacting with each other.

"Should we do a tour of the house?" Felix asked when you finished cleaning up.

"Sure, let's do it." you smiled and one by one, you visited all of the rooms starting with the living room that was next to the kitchen.

"Oh, we have a tv." you pursed your lips. "I thought we weren't allowed any kind of electronics."

"I guess they thought having movie nights at home is a date we'd both enjoy." Felix pointed to all the dvds on the shelves around the tv. "We have a good collection of every genre. Skipping horror though, I'm not a fan of scary things." he visibly shivered and you chuckled a little.

"I'm fine with those." you said and Felix gasped a little.

"Well if you want us to watch horror movies together just be prepared that I will be hiding behind like five blankets and probably crying my eyes out."

"Aw, it's okay, we don't have to watch them if they scare you so much." you smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"I'll watch them for you. Well, kinda watch them since I'll be under all those protective blankets."

You chuckled together before you made your way upstairs. Your heart immediately skipped a beat and a shiver ran through your entire body when you saw the bed. Of course, you were meant to sleep together in it.

Felix noticed you staring at it, both of your faces red.

"I can sleep downstairs on the couch." he said, as if reading your mind.

"No!" you said a little too quickly. "I mean, I'd feel a lot safer if you were here with me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Oh." his smile was shy. "Then I'll be here with you."

Gosh, he is so sweet!, you thought, feeling overwhelmed that such a sweet person was your very own match. Not even a day with him and he already checked so many of your boxes. You hoped he felt the same for you.

"We have separate bathrooms." Felix noted and you looked to the right to see a door labeled with your name and on the left his name.

"I think there are no cameras in there, so that's why..." he trailed off and immediately you felt your stomach doing flips. They were really making sure you don't do any funny business which was kind of understandable since everything was being filmed. But then again, why wouldn't they make a special room for the two of you? You had so many questions and any possible answer created even more questions.

The two of you then decided to unpack, the sounds of opening and closing drawers filling up the space.

"We have a backyard." Felix said as he stood by the window in your room. "And a pool."

"It looks cozy except the pool. I don't know how to swim." you confessed, shivering a little.

"Really?" Felix looked a bit surprised. "Well, I love swimming so you can sunbathe while I swim?" he added with a giggle.

"I can." you nodded. "The entire house and the neighborhood looks so nice. Which brings me to this, have you seen another person since you got here?" you asked and Felix shook his head no.

"Neither have I. Weird, huh?" you said.

Felix opened his mouth to answer but the sound the doorbell ringing frightened you both.

"Is that... someone at the door?" he lifted one eyebrow.

"Let's go check together." you stood by his side as your heart hammered in your chest.

Felix walked first and you followed behind him, peering over his shoulders as he slowly opened the door.

You were greeted by a smiling woman and man, standing somewhat similarly to you and Felix.

"Hello, sorry to bother you. I'm Gina and this is Ethan. We were paired up today and noticed we were neighbours so we just wanted to say hi."

"Oh." Felix chuckled and you visibly relaxed, now standing beside him.

"This is y/n, and I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." you all shook hands, deciding to meet up tomorrow for breakfast since the program encouraged couples who were paired up at the same time to become friends.

"You okay?" Felix asked after closing the door.

"I just can't shake off this weird feeling." you shook your head.

Felix bit on his lip, his eyes raking all over your form gently as you hugged yourself. Tentatively, he reach out and brushed his knuckles on your cheek.

"I'm sure you just need time to adjust." he smiled, and you shivered from his gentle touch, your eyes fluttering.

"Yeah. Maybe a good night's sleep is all I need."

"There you go. Positive thoughts." Felix smiled brightly, warming you up instantly.

You got ready in your separate bathrooms and you came out first, claiming your side of the bed as you sat, leaning your back against the headboard and fidgeting with your fingers. Felix came in after a minute or so, smiling at you slightly as he hesitantly lifted up the covers and slid in.

"You sure you're okay with this?" he turned to you, his deep brown eyes looking big and doe like.

"Yes, I'm comfortable." you nodded. "You?"

"Of course. Just making sure you feel okay." Felix then smiled sweetly, making your stomach flip again.

"I am." you whispered. "Um, it's just weird not to have my phone to play with before sleeping." you looked around, noticing a stack of books on a shelf.

"Tell me about it. I'm like chronically online, it's a problem." Felix shook his head with a chuckle. "Or like playing videogames. My computer will be so dusty when we get out of here."

You giggled at him as he scrunched up his face and made a cute whiny sound.

"I like videogames too. We should play together soon."

"Wow, you really are the girl of my dreams." Felix looked at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you laughed, your entire body on fire from the giddiness he made you feel.

He slid down then, getting comfy on his side and you followed suit, relaxing between the clean sheets and melting into the soft pillow.

"How long do you think it will take us to get out of here?" you whispered after a few moments of silence.

"I hope not too long." Felix whispered back. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he added after another pause.

"Night, Felix." you smiled before turning on your side and closing your eyes.

You were nervous for what's to come but Felix's presence gave you a sense of comfort and safety you didn't know you needed. Just the sound of his breathing calmed you down and slowly lulled you to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open and for a moment you were completely confused. You blinked a few times, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

Right. You had come to the Village of Love yesterday, with your match. Which made you turn around quickly and gasp when you noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

"F-Felix?" you said, your voice a little raspy from sleeping. For a moment, you felt the dread creeping in but then you heard clinking, followed by a few curses coming from downstairs.

Upon arriving to the kitchen you were greeted by a frantic and disheveled Felix. You had to supress in a laugh, but it still seeped out in small giggles.

"Oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, turning around with his eyes slightly widened and his pink lips parted. "I barely slept last night so I got up like at 6am? I wanted to make myself useful so I tried making pancakes? I swear they taste better than they look! It's just that I'm usually not a morning person so-"

"Felix." you stopped his rambling, coming closer to him as you chuckled into your palm, your other hand gently placed on his arm to soothe him.

"Felix, it's okay. I'm sure the pancakes are delicious." you looked down at the half burned scraps of pancakes. "It's the thought that counts." you added with a giggle. "Aren't we meeting our neighbors for breakfast anyways?"

"Oh. That's right, we are. I'm silly." he sighed, turning the stove off with a defeated pout.

"You're cute." you said without thinking, your cheeks warming up as soon as those words left your mouth.

"You think so?" Felix chuckled, a little smirk forming on his lips and you nodded as he stared at you intently. "You're cuter." he leaned in, his breath hitting your face and you almost dissolved right then and there.

"Oh, shut up." you chuckled, making him laugh. "Let's go get dressed."

You got ready in your separate bathrooms, wondering how everything will play out for however long you'll be here. You decided to wear a dress with a floral pattern, something comfy and flowy. You hoped Felix would like it as much as you did.

And he seemed to be stunned the moment you walked out of the bathroom, giving you elevator eyes as he gulped visibly, his cheeks becoming rosy. You stood there nervously as he seemed to be lost in a trance.

"Felix?"

"Oh." he looked up at your face, the redness creeping up on his neck. "You look really pretty."

"Thank you." you giggled, your heart rate picking up while he smiled at you.

"Shall we?" he asked, reaching his hand towards you. You nodded, sliding your hand into his, your palms pressed together and fingers entwined.

They fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were waiting to be completed forever.

You met up with Gina and Ethan who were also holding hands, waving at you enthusiastically.

"Morning, neighbors!" Ethan smiled at the two of you.

"Good morning." you smiled back as everyone greeted each other.

"Did you get the map of the village?" Gina asked and Felix nodded.

"Found it in the living room this morning."

"Us too. Isn't it crazy having all these cameras around?" Gina chuckled and you looked around, noticing that all over the neighborhood there were cameras on every lamp post, every driveway, every front door.

The uneasiness settled in your chest again and you squeezed Felix's hand. He looked at you, squeezing back and giving you a small, reassuring smile. The restaurant wasn't too far away, it was a garden with lots of big trees giving shade to the tables, the sweet smell of colorful flowers mixed with the nice smell of food being cooked, making you even more hungry than you were. Finally, you saw other couples, chatting at different tables and you felt much more at ease. It felt normal.

There was soft music playing from the little building where you presumed the kitchen and servers were situated. The four of you found a table near a koi pond, excitement taking over you as you looked at the pretty fishes swimming around.

"I was about to reach for my phone and take a picture." Felix chuckled and Ethan nodded.

"Same." he said and you shook your head, thinking about how you'd probably do the same thing.

You stared at the koi fishes, who seemed to be mindlessly floating back and forth, confined in such a small pond. You wondered if they ever wanted more freedom, a bigger pond or was this all they knew so they could never think about having more space. Maybe they felt safe in a familiar, tiny enviroment.

One of the servers came to your table with a pen and notepad, writing down your orders and snapping you out of your thoughts.

The four of you made small talk before your food arrived.

"At least these pancakes look better than mine." Felix noted when the plate was placed before him and you chuckled.

"So, what do you guys think the tests will look like?" Gina asked suddenly while you ate. You looked up at the camera above your table and swallowed nervously.

"Isn't it kinda like a video game? We got a map of the place, we will have objectives or tests, we got our 'safe room', like our house where we have supplies..." Felix started and Ethan chuckled.

"I just hope there are no zombies or such. Or like damage." he added and the four of you laughed.

"I'm sure it can't be that bad." you said.

"How high is your percentage?" Gina asked.

"89%." you answered and she gasped a little.

"Ours is 74%. I guess we'll be here longer than y'all." she pouted.

"Well, we can't know that. When we have no idea what awaits us." Ethan said. He was right, you had no idea what Cupid Corp. planned out to put your connection to the test. Your eyes fell on the pond again, the koi fishes spinning around and around in circles, the repetitive motion almost making you dizzy.

"Do you wanna take a walk around the village?" Felix asked after you parted ways with the friendly couple next door.

"Yeah, sounds good. I need to get some blood flowing in my legs, we sat for so long."

"We did, I think we clicked with them too. Could it be they put us close to each other so we could become friends?" Felix asked when the two of you started walking, your hands entwined again, making your heart beat faster.

"Probably. I have a feeling nothing is random here." you pursed your lips.

"Me too." he agreed.

The village was really something out of a fairytale book. Not only were the houses cute but there was a cute bakery, a gallery, a flower shop, a cafe and a few other stores for groceries and such scattered around. There was even a little park for picnics and a forest to ride your bike or take a walk there. You saw other people working in all the buildings and couples walking around or sitting in the cafe or riding their bikes. It looked different than yesterday, when everything seemed eerily quiet and abandoned.

You and Felix talked about your families and job, getting to know some random facts about each other as you walked around, the sun warming your bodies up. It felt like you knew each other forever.

That evening, you decided to have your first movie night date. After a short debate since you were both indecisive, you settled on Clueless, a classic, and prepared some snacks and blankets to make the viewing more cozy.

Felix seemed a little nervous and fidgety as you got comfy on the couch, some distance created between you. He played with his fingers and the blanket, picking on it as you clicked play on the tv.

"You okay?" you asked and he nodded quickly, grabbing the bowl of popcorn.

"It's just... I like to cuddle while watching movies. Or um, I like to cuddle whenever, a lot. Physical touch is definitely one of my biggest love languages. I hope you're okay with that." Felix confessed, redness covering his freckled cheeks.

You sighed in relief, a giggle escaping your lips as you scooted closer to him, making his breath hitch.

"Okay? I'm estatic. I'm a big cuddler, it's one of my top love languages too." you nodded and Felix smiled sweetly at you.

"Right. I keep forgetting we matched so well and start feeling nervous. I don't wanna do something wrong, you know? And with the cameras watching, it adds to the awkwardness." he explained.

"I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything, okay? And you tell me too. Open communication is important." you said and Felix nodded, agreeing. "And forget about the cameras for now. I'm trying not to think about them supervising us the entire time. Let's just enjoy the movie."

"You're really sweet, y/n." Felix smiled cutely, his eyes shining as he stared at you, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

You followed the movement for a second, your heart fluttering.

"Says you." you chuckled, poking his cheek and he giggled, relaxing next to you and scooting even closer so that your legs and shoulders touched.

Pretty soon, both of you were relaxed, forgetting that you were being filmed as you enjoyed the movie, laughing and repeating the iconic lines. Your head ended up on Felix's shoulder at one point and his heart started beating fast instantly, his hand reaching for yours. He caressed your skin with his thumb as you giggled at the tv. You've never felt this comfortable with someone you just met.

The entire day was filled with positive experiences that you almost forgot about the weird dread gathering in the pit of your stomach.

You felt a huge attraction towards Felix, your body craved to be in his warmth and when you laid in bed next to him that night, you wanted nothing more than to roll over and hold him. But maybe it was too early for that, you thought as nervousness washed over you.

"Good night, y/n." his warm voice was quiet in the darkness of the room.

"Good night, Felix."

The man in the chair leaned over his computer, typing in the log of the day. The two of you were perfect subjects for this village, both of you sweet and kind, ready to welcome each other into your lives. He looked at all the screens that filmed your quiet house, eyes lingering on your calm, sleeping forms. Soon, everything will change.

A whole week has passed by perfectly. It was a little too quiet, too perfect for your liking. You wondered when the actual tests would start, when you were gonna get an envelope with some objective you have to fulfill. It made you feel uneasy the entire time and you had always trusted your intuition so you knew your gut feeling was right.

You had expressed this to Felix and even though he was nervous about the whole experience too, he tried to reassure you that it can't be that bad. That maybe the test had already started by just watching the two of you interact with each other.

It sounded plausible so it calmed you down just a little bit.

At the same time, you couldn't deny the connection building between you and your match. Felix was everything you ever wanted and more, kind and thoughtful, funny and sweet, he listened to you with interest, happy to know every little detail about you; his heart was pure and full of love, not just for you but for everyone. He made you melt on the spot with just one look and smile.

Every time you cuddled while watching movies, you got a little closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, messing with your senses. You loved being close to him like that and he loved being held or holding you, it didn't matter as long as you were embracing each other in any way.

"It's such a beautiful sunny day. We could have a date by the pool?" Felix suggested one morning, batting his eyelashes at you and pouting cutely.

"Oh, sure. But I'll be watching you as I sunbathe because well, you know." you shrugged.

"Are you scared of the water? I could help you, teach you how to swim. It's good to face your fears." he smiled encouragingly and you chuckled, grabbing his hand.

"Maybe it is. I'll think about it." you smiled.

"Great! That's progress." Felix leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and it was enough to make your heart burst.

For some reason, you didn't think about how the two of you will be almost naked by the pool and that thought crossed your mind only after you put your bathing suit on in the bathroom. A little gasp escaped your lips as your cheeks became completely red.

You decided to throw a little dress over your frame before you walked into the room. Felix was already waiting for you, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. You blushed at the sight of his legs, mentally scolding yourself and trying to calm down your heart.

Felix didn't hesitate to throw his shirt off as soon as you got to the pool. Your eyes immediately went to his abs and chest, a warmness spreading within you as you shifted. He noticed your look, his face and ears warming up. He smirked a little, enjoying the fact that he made you squirm.

"Ugh, I- I left my sunscreen upstairs." you whined.

"I'll go get it for you." Felix said. "Is it in the bathroom?"

You nodded and thanked him as he made his way into the house. After you took your dress off, your attention was grabbed by a sloshing sound of water inside the pool. Your brows furrowed, there was no wind. You gulped, coming closer to the edge of the pool, staring at your distorted reflection as the water kept sloshing.

It was just a milisecond, you couldn't react or realize what was happening, it was as if something invisible had pulled you into the water. With a loud splash your body was submerged under the surface as you started flailing your arms and legs, bubbles coming up where you were desperately trying to breathe. You managed to pull your head above water for a second, panicking as you tried to grab onto the edge of the pool, turning around just in time to see Felix running towards the pool with a terrified expression on his face. You couldn't keep yourself above water but just before you were completely submerged again, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you up to the surface.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you clutched onto Felix and he pulled you close, pressing your body into his.

"You're okay, love. I got you. I got you." he kept repeating as he caressed you, holding you tightly as he led you to the shallow part of the pool.

Tears spilled out of your eyes as you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Felix's body, your face buried in his neck.

"It's okay. I'm here. Shh." he tried to soothe you as your body shook against him.

Neither of you noticed the shadow moving away from the window inside your kitchen.

"Let's get you out." Felix led you towards one of the chairs and you sat down as he wrapped a towel around you. He caressed your hair shortly as he grabbed another chair, pulling it closer so it was facing you. He sat down and grabbed your face gently.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"I- I don't know." your lips trembled.

"I was just standing there and next thing I know, I'm underwater."

"Maybe you slipped?" Felix wondered, his brows furrowed.

"No, it was like something pulled me in." you swallowed and Felix looked back at the calm water.

"Well, whatever it was I am not leaving you alone by the pool anymore. I won't let this happen to you again." he promised, pulling you into a hug, your cheek pressed against his chest. You shivered as you held onto him, but this time it was because you felt his skin against yours. Sure, you held onto him in the pool but you were in such a state of panic that you didn't even feel your body let alone his.

You leaned back a little and looked up at Felix. His eyes travelled down to your lips and he licked at his. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as your face neared his. Felix held you tighter as your hot breaths mingled, before he pressed his plump lips on yours. You melted instantly as you started moving together, kissing gently and savoring every second of your lips touching like that.

It felt like it was meant to be, like you were made to kiss his lips and he was made to be yours. Felix licked at your bottom lip and you parted them, letting his tongue touch and play with yours. Pressing your body against his even more, you almost forgot about Cupid Corp., the cameras, the pool. But when he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, his hands squeezing your waist, you had a moment of clarity and pulled away with a gasp.

"We can't get carried away." you panted and Felix nodded, swallowing as his dark eyes lingered on your lips. His cheeks were red, his hair messy and his lips looked even more pink after kissing you.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself, love. I'm really attracted to you." Felix said, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Me too. I like you a lot, Lixie." you smiled and he chuckled sweetly, pressing a few kisses on your lips and cheeks.

"I like you a lot too. I'm so glad I signed up for this program." he said, pulling you into another hug.

"I'm glad to be here too." you tangled your hands in his hair, caressing him and he sighed happily.

"Do you still wanna stay by the pool or you wanna do something else?" he asked and you looked at the water.

"I'll sit here and you go swim." you smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"100%." you nodded and with that, he pecked your lips again and practically skipped towards the pool. You giggled to yourself, knowing he really wanted to swim so you were content with sitting by the pool and just watching his beautiful form in the water.

Goosebumps rose on your neck and you turned to look at the house, feeling like there was some kind of presence there. You tried shrugging it off as you turned back to Felix, watching him having fun and waving at you cutely.

When he got out of the water, you couldn't help the admiration in your eyes as they raked all over his naked wet body, the droplets of water sliding from his chest to his abs and disappearing under the waistband of his swim trunks. Your throat was very much dry in that moment, but your panties were not. Felix smirked at you as he walked slowly, probably trying to seduce you even though you already folded.

He leaned over you, his hands on the armrests of the chair, the water from his body dripping onto yours.

"Enjoyed the view?" he asked as you looked up at him.

"Very much so." you smirked back and he leaned in to kiss you.

"I'm glad you did." he kissed you again. "Let's get inside, it's getting dark." Felix added and the two of you made your way into your house.

As soon as you walked in, a loud beeping noise scared the both of you. You covered your ears as Felix looked around.

"What is that?!" you asked.

"I don't know." Felix yelled over the piercing noise. He followed it with you trailing behind him and holding onto his back.

"Oh. Look!" he exclaimed, grabbing the round device you had gotten in the mail.

As soon as he clicked the button, the loud sound stopped, the screen lighting up.

90%. Congratulations, Felix and Y/n!

"D-did we get a point because of me drowning in the pool?" you shivered.

"I think we got a point 'cause I saved you." Felix bit on his lip, his expression turning into one of worry. You looked up at the camera in the kitchen, your eyes wide. Just what kind of sick game were Cupid Corp. playing? And what did they have in store for you?

"You think they really tried to drown me on purpose?" you asked Felix when the two of you got under the covers.

"It seems so." he said as he chewed on his lip.

"I think they could escalate things." you gulped and Felix looked at you, scooting closer to your side.

"What kind of test is that? Who wouldn't jump in to save someone they love? And even someone they don't know. I'd jump in anyways." Felix got upset.

"I know, I don't understand either."

"At least we are closer to 100%." Felix said, reaching out for you. You got closer to him and he smiled sweetly, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Will you let me hold you like this?" he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"Yeah, of course." you whispered back, kissing his sweet lips.

"I'll keep you safe, love." he smiled.

"I hope they don't hurt you."

"They can try. I'm stronger than I seem."

"I belive that." you nuzzled into him as you wrapped around each other. It felt so good to be in his embrace, like nothing bad could ever happen to you.

When Felix opened his eyes the next morning and saw you sleeping so soundly in his arms, he almost melted into a puddle. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face as his sleepy eyes observed you.

It didn't take long for you to wake up too, seeing that Felix was already looking at you made you whine and shut your eyes tightly.

"Don't look at me." you said.

"Why?" Felix chuckled as you tried hiding your face with your hands.

"Because I don't look the best when I wake up."

"What are you talking about?" Felix gently moved your hands away. "You're beautiful." he added and leaned in to kiss you but you blocked him quickly with your hand.

"Morning breath."

"Do I look like I care?" he giggled against your palm, grabbing your hand in his and kissing you despite your protests.

"So beautiful." he rasped.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a sweet talker?" you smirked.

"No, but I'll take that as a compliment." Felix giggled. "Mm. Let's stay like this." he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"I'd love to. But don't we have a brunch with Gina and Ethan?"

"Ugh. We do. Five more minutes." Felix said and you giggled, pressing your lips into his pulse. You heard his breath hitch and felt him tremble as your lips brushed against his skin.

"Don't make it harder for me to resist you, love." he whispered and kissed your head, making your cheeks warm up instantly.

"Sorry." you leaned back and he gave you a lazy smirk as he played with your hair.

"Ethan is sick." Gina whispered to the two of you after you rang the doorbell.

"Sick?" your brows furrowed as you noticed her eyes being shifty, darting left to right like she was on high alert, looking around to spot danger.

"Yes. High fever. Tremors. Headache." she craned her neck to look behind the two of you and you followed her eyesight, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

"I have to go. I have to go. They're watching, you know? They're watching." she murmured before disappearing into the darkness of her house and closing the door, the clicking sound indicating she had locked it.

"T-that was weird." you swallowed.

"Very weird." Felix backed away, pulling you with him. "You wanna go to brunch still?"

"Yeah." you nodded as the two of you walked away from your neighbor's house.

You kept throwing glances back, noticing the curtain on one of the windows moving as a figure disappeared behind it.

You couldn't stop thinking about the state Gina was in and what the hell was happening inside her house?

Sitting by the koi pond, you couldn't help but think that all of you were just koi fishes and the village was just one small pond that was being observed by a bigger creature.

"You okay?" Felix put his arm around your shoulder, his other hand placed on your knee.

"Just worried about Gina and Ethan. And... us."

"Us?"

"What if the same happens to us. Or worse." you swallowed, your eyes becoming big as you looked at Felix, fear bubbling up inside you.

"It won't."

"How do you know that?" you asked, your eyes filling up with tears.

"I'll keep us safe, I promise." Felix pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest, your stomach churning.

Something was wrong.

"Y/n, do you trust me?" Felix held you as the two of you stood in the shallow part of the pool.

"I do. It's just-"

"You're scared, I know. If it becomes too much, we'll get out immediately. But I'd love it if you at least tried. I'll hold you the entire time, okay? I won't let you out of my sight."

His reassuring words chipped away at your fear, replacing it with warmness and safety. You've never met someone like Felix, someone who was so invested in helping you get over your phobia.

"Okay, we'll start walking first." he pulled you in, holding you against him as you clutched at him.

"Relax." he tried soothing you as his hands caressed you and slowly but surely you started feeling relaxed.

"I'll hold you and swim. You try to move your legs like I told you, okay?" Felix guided you and you struggled a little at the beginning but the more he smiled at you and reassured you, the more confident you felt.

"Just stay close." you said.

"Of course, sweetheart." he smiled and your heart leaped out of your chest as your face warmed up.

Soon, you didn't even realize you were moving on your own, with Felix hovering next to you.

"You did it, y/n!" he laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his body.

"All thanks to you, Lixie." you giggled, turning around in his arms so you could look at him.

"Well, you had the will to try so it's on you too." he said, pecking your lips. His kisses were addictive, whenever he'd press his lips on yours, it was hard to stop as the two of you clung onto each other like you've been glued together.

The kisses escalated as your tongues massaged each other, your hands roaming on his freckled back. Your legs wrapped around him and he pulled you in closer, chest against chest, his hands on your butt.

"F-Felix." you stuttered, nails digging into his shoulders when you felt his erection brushing against your core.

"I'm sorry." his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, lapping at the droplets of water dripping down your skin. "I can't help it. You're so delicious, sweetheart." he nipped at your sensitive neck.

"T-the cameras." you looked around at the five different cameras in the backyard.

"I know. I know." Felix kissed your lips with a huff before he swam you both back to the shallow part.

"You can get out if you want. And give me a second to calm down." he looked at you sheepishly.

"Okay." you giggled, wrapping your body up with a towel.

Felix swam a little more while you made some lemonade, keeping an eye on him from the kitchen window.

He got out just in time as you brought the refreshing drink outside. He wiped his body with the towel quickly, throwing it aside as he pulled you closer, making you squeal, the two of you losing balance. You ended up in his lap as he sat in the chair and you chuckled as he squeezed you tightly, rubbing his cheek against your back.

"Are you sure this is a smart position right now?" you asked and he smirked at you.

Before he could answer, the familiar beeping sound blasted next to the two of you. Your heads snapped towards the device you brought everywhere, hoping the percentage would go up.

"Felix! 92%!" you gasped when you grabbed it.

"92? How did we get two points?" he stared at it.

"I have no idea! But we should celebrate. Just 8 more. And then we can leave together." you smiled as you turned you body towards him.

"I can't wait, my love." Felix smiled, leaving kisses on your arm.

You wondered why you got two points. And if it was really that easy.

That night, Felix was clingier than usual, completely wrapped around you as he spooned you. His lips kept pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, making goosebumps rise on your skin, heat erupting inside you.

Felix couldn't help it anymore, his own body betrayed him as he got excited again, being so close to you, feeling you pressed against him, he craved nothing more than to be even closer to you.

"L-Lix." you felt him against your backside.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Don't worry about it, it'll go away." Felix whimpered quietly, and you squeezed his wrist as he pressed into you tighter, unable to contain himself.

"It's okay." you guided his hand down to your panties, feeling desperate for his touch too.

"Y/n." he whispered. "What about the camera?"

"It's dark. And they can't see under the covers. As long as we stay quiet and don't move too much, we should be fine." you whispered back, pushing his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear.

"That's a test within itself." Felix joked and you giggled.

"Please, Felix." you begged as he hesitated.

"Fuck, baby. You don't have to beg for me. You have me always." he bit on your shoulder, his fingers exploring until they pressed into your clit when you spread your legs just a little so he can have more access. Felix started drawing slow figure eights on your sensitive clit, dipping his fingertips into your heat to gather some wetness and smear it around.

Your breath hitched and you gripped onto the cover, bringing it closer to your lips so you could muffle the little sighs coming out. His tongue darted out to lick at you neck as he played with your clit, moving slower but pressing hard. Felix sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking on it and creating a purple bruise marking you as his. You moaned quietly and he shushed you, teasing your little clit and making you clench around nothing.

"Felix." you said quietly.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered between kisses.

"I wanna touch you too." you said, so quiet so that only he could hear it. Felix's cock twitched against the back of your thigh.

"Okay." he said and you turned around, sliding your panties off and pushing them aside. Felix did the same with his underwear and grabbed your leg, putting it over his so he could spread you a little.

His hand was back between your legs, now without any tight obstacles and you had to bite back a moan as your eyes flitted towards the red dot blinking in the corner. You gripped the cover and pulled it up, only leaving some space for air and so you and Felix can kind of see each other.

You sneaked your hand down his chest and abs, fingers playing with his happy trail leading down to his leaky cock. The tip was already wet with pre cum and Felix almost groaned when you touched him, smearing it around as your fingers massaged him.

"B-baby." the tip of his nose touched yours and he leaned in to kiss you as your hand wrapped around his length. He sighed into your mouth and you swallowed it, breathing in his air while he slowly pushed his finger inside your welcoming heat.

You bit on his lower lip when he pushed in deep, your pussy clenching and begging for more. Felix groaned quietly, pushing into your hand while you moved it slowly, giving him gentle pleasure. Both of you moved in sync with each other, keeping the slow and torturous pace that was somehow sweet. You were both lingering on edge, wanting more.

Felix pulled his finger out and before you could protest, he started pushing two fingers in. The entire time you were making out, swallowing each other's moans and breaths.

"God, faster please." Felix whispered and you looked at the direction of the camera again, excitement rushing through you at the thought of getting caught. You sped up, pumping his cock as he fucked your pussy harder.

"Shh, quiet down love." he said when you started moaning silently.

"Sorry." you whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck. Felix immediately threw his head back, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as you attacked his skin with bites and kisses, flicking your wrist.

"I- I- can't." Felix groaned quietly. "Y/n." his fingers stilled inside you as he came, spilling his hot cum on your thigh, hand and the sheets. You helped him ride his high, kissing his lips and whispering quiet praises against them.

"Bring your legs up." he said, pressing your legs together, sliding his arm under your knees and lifting them towards him.

"Wh-what..."

"Shh. Trust me, sweetheart." he said as he leaned over you a little, his fingers sliding on your wet slit. He slowly pushed them back in, the position of your legs lifted up and pressed together like you were in a fetal position added to the pressure between your legs, his fingertips pressing right into your sweet spot.

"F-Felix!" you whimpered and he pressed his free hand against your lips, shushing you as he started fucking his fingers in and out of you.

You feared that this was definitely visible on the camera, the movement of his hand was too frantic under the sheets. Your muffled whines made Felix lean in and leave sweet kisses on your face.

"Shh, it's okay, just relax and let go, sweetheart." he cooed at you, his tongue licking at your ear.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your face and pressed his lips on yours, his fingers ramming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

"Lix." you whined against his lips as he licked at them.

"Cum for me love." he encouraged and your pussy clenched around his fingers, your heart beating out of your chest as you let go, spilling your release on his fingers, some of it ending up on the mattress below you.

"Shit." he cursed quietly, caressing your wet pussy.

You clutched onto him, kissing him again like you needed it to breathe.

"You okay?" he asked, his hand searching around for his boxers.

"Y-yeah." you answered. "You?"

"More than okay." he smiled as he grabbed the boxers and cleaned both of you up as much as he could. "Um. We can't really change the sheets now, it would look suspicious." he added, throwing both of your underwear sneakily on the floor next to his side, where the camera wouldn't see.

"We can sleep on your side?"

Felix smiled and pulled you over, making you giggle quietly as the two of you settled against each other. He buried his face in your neck, his hand gently caressing your figure as you played with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks.

The man in the chair smirked. Bingo.

When your eyes fluttered open the next morning, you were greeted with the cutest sight. Felix was still sleeping, his face smushed against the pillow as he drooled a little. Overwhelmed with your growing feelings for him, you leaned in and bit at his cheek.

Felix groaned quietly and you giggled, kissing where you had bitten him before you went lower, biting his neck and then his shoulder.

"Y/n." his deep voice made you shiver and you giggled against his soft skin again before sinking your teeth into his arm. His eyes fluttered open as he smacked his lips and looked at you.

"Interesting way to wake me up, not gonna lie." he smirked a little before grabbing you and making you squeal as he suddenly flipped the two of you, him being on top.

"Felix!" you chuckled when his fingers ghosted on your sides, tickling you slightly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he smirked, burying his face in your neck and teasing you with little licks and kisses.

"D-don't. It's daytime, the camera-"

"I'm just gonna bite you a little. Return the favor." he blew on your neck before biting into your skin and sucking. You had to bite on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Isn't this prohibited too?

"F-Felix, you have to stop." you whined.

"You're lucky the cameras are here. Otherwise, nothing would be able to save you from me." he wiggled his eyebrows and you chuckled, playfully pushing him away.

The morning started beautifully and you completely forgot about the rules whenever Felix smiled at you. You were both walking on cloud 9 and you couldn't wait to get out of this place so you can go anywhere with him by your side.

"Do you think they saw us last night?" Felix asked while the two of you munched on your food.

"I hope not." you said, your cheeks becoming red as you looked away from him.

"Getting shy on me, sweetheart?" Felix smirked, fingers brushing against your cheek.

"A little." you confessed, biting on your lip as your heart sped up.

"Don't be." he smiled wide as he leaned in, pecking your face with kisses. You started chuckling before you grabbed his face and kissed his lips.

"There. Better?" you asked and he nodded.

"Much better." Felix said and stood up to put his plate away. You took another sip of your coffee before a loud crash made you jump.

You turned around instantly to see the plate broken into pieces and Felix grabbing at his stomach.

"F-Felix?" you stood up abruptly, your chair flying on the floor.

Felix struggled to open his mouth and speak, he struggled to breathe as he clutched at both his stomach and chest.

"Oh my god! Felix!" you cried, grabbing at him as his face got red and his eyes watered.

"W-what is happening?!" you panicked, not having any kind of phone or knowing what to do in that moment. You turned to the camera in the corner.

"Help us, you fucking assholes!" you yelled at the camera as Felix shook and heaved in your arms.

A moment passed and his breathing started getting more normal, his face becoming paler in contrast to the redness that appeared before. His eyes were glassy, hands shaking as he slumped against you, falling to his knees. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as he gripped at you, seeking comfort from you. Heat radiated from his body and you touched his forehead, realizing he was burning up with a fever.

"Oh, Felix. Can you hear me?" you held his face in your hands as he looked through you.

His lips opened and closed a few times and he blinked before focusing on your eyes.

"I-it hurts." he rasped, his fingers desperately digging into your arms.

"What hurts, baby?" your body filled up with fear and anger. They did this.

"Everything." Felix sniffled and you helped him get up as he leaned on you.

"Let's get you to the couch." you led him to the living room before making him sit down. He looked horrible, a 180 from just a few moments ago when everything was normal. He was sweating profusely, his skin pale, his breathing heavy.

The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jolt.

"I'll be right back." you said, covering Felix up with a blanket as he was shivering even though he was burning up.

You had no idea who to expect at the door, maybe a paramedic, maybe a savior, maybe an explanation.

But you didn't expect Gina.

"G-Gina?" you eyes widened.

"Here." she shoved a box in your arms.

"W-what is this?" you asked.

"Medicine. They said... I had to deliver it to you. He'll be okay like Ethan. Just be careful. Be careful. They watch, you know? They know everything. They know." she looked a little panicked before she turned around, murmuring to herself and repeating how they watch and they know.

You opened up the box and sure enough there were different vitamins, medicine and bags of tea inside it.

You turned to look at the camera with a scowl on your face before you rushed off to Felix.

"Y/n." Felix whimpered, his bottom lip trembling as he looked up at you with teary eyes.

"It's okay, baby. You'll be okay." you tried to calm him down even though you were panicking too. You quickly fluffed up the pillows and helped him lie down.

"Are you comfy?" you asked.

"C-cold." he shivered, clutching onto the blanket.

"I'll bring another blanket for you." you said.

"Don't leave me!" Felix looked panicked as he gripped at your wrist.

"I won't, I'll be right back, I promise." you leaned down to kiss his burning forehead. He made a little noise but still let you go, albeit reluctantly. After finding another blanket, you tucked him in, taking it upon you to make him some tea, give him medicine and try to get his fever down however you could. You say next to his legs and placed a wet cloth on his forehead making him whine as he threw his arm around your thighs.

It was weird. The way he suddenly developed a high fever was unnatural. He wasn't sneezing or coughing, just shaking and sweating. You racked your brain, spinning different scenarios in your head and ways of how they could make him sick.

Then it clicked. The food.

But, how did you not get sick, just Felix? You couldn't understand how it was possible for these faceless and nameless individuals to play god with your health and safety. And what the hell did that have to do with you being a good match?

You wondered if the two of you could leave before you get to 100. You've never heard of such cases but surely there was a way? Maybe you could run away? Who could stop you, right? You have free will and you can leave whenever you want, you're not a prisoner.

"Y/n." Felix said weakly, his eyes fluttering open.

"Lixie. How do you feel? Any better?" you asked and he nodded.

"A bit." he said.

"I'll make you some soup." you said, knowing you have no other choice than to trust that not all your groceries were laced with some kind of virus.

"Okay." he said and you caressed his face shortly before standing up.

"Call me if you need anything. I won't be long." you said and he nodded again.

As the soup boiled, so did your anger. First they try to drown you then they make Felix sick? What's next on the menu? You looked up at the camera for the nth time.

"Hurt him again and I'll find you." you said quietly but the man behind the screen heard you, typing away on his laptop. He felt a bit bad for you but there was nothing he could do, he was just tasked to watch and report the progress.

"Can you sit up?" you asked Felix after you brought the warm soup to the living room.

"Ugh. Help me." Felix whimpered and you wrapped your arms around him as he held onto you, pulling him into a sitting position.

"I feel weakness in my arms and legs." he muttered.

"You'll be back on your feet in no time." you tried to soothe him as you sat next to him. "If they don't lace more of our food with a virus."

"How are you so sure?" Felix gulped.

"Because I'm taking care of you. And if they try something again I will burn this fucking village down." you made sure the camera picked up what you said and Felix let out a pained chuckle, grabbing at his side.

"Feeling protective over me?" he asked and your cheeks reddened instantly.

"I- I mean... Yes." you nodded and he smiled.

"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd be really turned on right now." he said and you giggled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Shut up and eat your soup."

"Feed me?" he pouted.

"Sure." you chuckled, shaking your head a little as he acted cute. Well cuter than usually.

"Will you cuddle me?" he asked after you managed to feed him the soup without making too much of a mess and you nodded, scooting closer to him and covering yourself up with the blanket too.

"Come here." you whispered and Felix leaned in, pressing his forehead into your neck. He was still warm but less than before and you hoped that the worst had passed.

"I don't think it was the food." he whispered suddenly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The tv was loud enough to not let the camera hear what you were whispering about and after glancing at it you glanced down at Felix's sleepy face pressed against your chest.

"What do you mean?" you whispered into his hair.

"Look at my arm. Very carefully." he whispered back and you pretended to caress him until you uncovered his sleeve, acting nonchalant for the camera. Your brows furrowed as you stared.

"Is that a needle mark?" you asked.

"I think so." he looked up at you and you covered him up and held him tighter against you.

"You think they snuck in while we were sleeping and put some kind of virus into your body?" you asked and he nodded against you.

"That's sick. That's really sick. I- I think we should leave."

"We can't, not until we get to a 100." Felix said, rubbing his cheek against you and squeezing you tighter.

"B-but what if they do something worse?"

"It'll be okay." he muttered as he drifted off.

You sighed, running your hand through his hair soothingly as you stared at the tv absentmindedly, a random movie from the dvd collection playing on it.

You looked at him occasionally, admiring his cute sleeping face. Did you really have to wait until 100 to start your life with Felix?

Over the course of the next two days, you had been by Felix's side the entire time. The medicine worked perfectly and pretty soon Felix was back to his old self, healthy and full of energy.

"Y/n. Love." he held you tightly. "Thank you for taking care of me." he stared at you with sparkly eyes before he kissed you like his life depended on it, stealing your breath away.

"Of course." you smiled as you parted.

The loud sound of the device startled you both. Felix neared it, picking it up and looking at the screen.

"95." he scoffed.

"For what? Almost killing you." you said. "This is some sick game to you, isn't it?" you turned to the camera then, furious.

"Sweetheart, don't. We're almost done." Felix pulled you into him. "I have a plan." he whispered into your hair and you nodded.

You were going to escape the village.

That night, you got ready for bed as usual, your hands reaching to open the covers so you could get in. Before you could even touch the blanket, you were grabbed as Felix wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, almost making you scream.

"Come with me." he pulled you into his bathroom.

"Felix we can't-"

"We're leaving anyways." he said, closing the door before pinning you against it. His hands held your wrists gently but firmly as he pressed his body against yours, nudging your legs apart with his knee.

"Felix." you let out a little gasp when his thigh pressed against your warmth.

He couldn't wait anymore, one hand still pinning your wrists and the other gently holding your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. Both of you whimpered quietly into each other's mouth as your tongues collided. Your mind became fuzzy instantly and Felix was becoming impatient, his hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing ever so slightly as his other hand slid down towards your chest.

"It's hard to keep my cool around you. I just want you so much." Felix talked lowly, both of his hands grabbing your breasts and massaging them. You whimpered, grinding against his thigh on instict.

"I want you too, Lixie. I can't wait anymore."

"Yeah? You want me to take you right here, against the door?" he smirked and you gasped as he leaned back with a smirk, pushing your panties aside and touching your clit.

"Y-yes." you whispered and he chuckled, hands on your waist as he swiftly turned you around to face the door. Your palms slapped against it and you dug your nails in as he slid fingers over your wet pussy.

"I think she's ready to take me." he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he pulled his boxers down. You swallowed when you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you. Warmness washed over you and you clenched in anticipation.

"Tell me if it's okay. Or do you want me to prep you?" he asked, his hand sliding down your back.

"J-just fuck me, Felix." you begged and he chuckled darkly.

"My baby has a dirty mouth, hm?" he slid his tip between your folds, back and forth, slowly, teasing you and torturing you.

"Please." you whimpered again and his own desperation got the best of him, he couldn't tease you and himself anymore so he slowly pushed in.

You moaned while he filled you up, your eyes fluttering shut as your knees buckled.

"Fuck. So tight." he groaned, bottoming out.

"L-Lix." you whimpered and he gripped your hips, moving slowly at first, letting you adjust.

You pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts as you let out moans of pleasure, your voice getting more high pitched every time his tip pressed into your sweet spot.

"You take me so well, baby. You really were made just for me." Felix moaned, fucking harder into you, his hips smacking against you.

You were a mess, not even able to answer as he got you drunk on his cock instantly.

"Fuck." Felix groaned as he looked at your ass, his hand coming down on your flesh, spanking you and making you whine out loud.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he smirked behind you and spanked you again.

"Y-yes!" you moaned and he sped up, his hips unforgiving as he shook your body, his hands gropping and slapping. He felt you clenching around him, his arms wrapping around you, hands on your breasts as he pulled on your nipples and played with them.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess on my cock?" Felix fucked into you harder.

"Yes, ah!" you whimpered, your legs shaking as you spasmed and came all over his length.

"Good girl. You make me so proud." he groaned, chasing his high.

"Y-you have to pull out, I didn't take the pill... Since I got here." you moaned, feeling overstimulated.

"S-shit!" Felix whimpered, pulling out of your pussy and giving himself a few tugs, exploding behind you, his cum landing on your ass and back.

"So pretty." he gripped at your ass. "Mine."

"Yours." you whined back when he spanked you again.

He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, turning you so you were facing him.

"That was absolutely not how I imagined our first time." Felix said, pecking your lips.

"How did you imagine it?" you held onto him with a smile on your face.

"Dinner, flowers, you know the whole thing. You put on some pretty lingerie for me and then we make love the entire night." he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Aren't you romantic?" you giggled, kissing him gently.

"I am. A lot." he grinned, pulling you into a hug.

"We can do all that when we get out of here. Which is what we should be doing right now."

"Yeah. You got your bag ready?" he asked and you nodded.

"Let's clean up then."

The streets were dark and empty, the only light that was coming from the lamp posts was dim and barely illuminated your path. It must've been around 3am. Dead silence filled up the space, every house was dark and quiet. No one was awake. The two of you stalked towards the gate, knowing the cameras are watching you.

There was no blind spots, they thought of everything. You didn't give a damn anymore. They can come and stop you themselves instead of playing these sick games.

Of course, the gate was locked.

"Felix?" you swallowed and his head snapped towards you. "That wasn't there when we got here, right?" you pointed and he gasped.

Electric fence.

Everywhere you turned to look, there it was.

"What the hell?" Felix frowned. "Are they crazy?"

"Obviously they are." you stated. "What should we do now?"

"How about the forest? Could be connected to like a main road? There's no way they put this electric fence all around." Felix looked frustrated.

"We could try." you nodded, your hand reaching out for his. With fingers entwined you hurried the other way.

Suddenly, a loud alarm pierced through the calm night air, making you both scream out as you grabbed at your ears, the sound pounding inside your head, making you want to pull your hair out.

Your vision became blurry and you tried to stay close to Felix as the sound became even louder and in the corner of your eye, you saw shadows moving.

Everything went black.

You woke up in your room, drenched in sweat. It was still dark out and you looked around, noticing Felix was still sleeping and the device on his night stand was blinking.

"Lix." you shook him gently.

"Hm."

"Lix." you repeated, leaning over him to look at the little screen.

"98?" you frowned. "Why?"

"What?" Felix sat up slowly. "What is it?"

"We're up to 98. Because we tried to escape?"

"I- I don't know. Ugh, I feel weird." Felix said and as soon as those words left his lips, you felt lightheaded yourself.

"I can't feel my legs." he gasped.

"What's happening to us? What did they do?" your eyes watered as you felt the same paralyzing feeling.

"T-they drugged us." Felix tried to grab at you but his arms weren't listening to him no matter how much he willed them to move.

"Felix." you whimpered, feeling some kind of tiredness washing over you. "I love you."

"I love you." he whispered back before everything went black again, neither of you noticing the device was now blinking with 99.

The light was barely coming in through the branches, the sun not being completely up yet. The air was damp and smelled of the earth, rain and trees. You took in a deep breath, wiggling your fingers against the ground, feeling the texture of moss under your fingertips.

You felt as if you were floating even though you were very clearly touching the ground. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you gasped. Everything seemed distorted, like you couldn't focus your eyes on what's in front of you. Weird sounds filled up your ears, ones you couldn't recognize or understand. One moment they seemed like distant shouts and the other it was as if someone was talking gibberish right into your ear.

You lifted your shaky hands towards your face as you felt hot tears sliding down your cheek and into your hair splayed on the earth. Your hands. You were looking at them but it was as if they were separated from your body, like you weren't in control of them. You stared for however long, not being able to conceptualize if it was 10 seconds or an hour.

When you finally sat up, your head started spinning and you saw shadows moving in the corner of your eye, hiding behind the trees and melting into the ground. You blinked a couple of times but your sight remained blurry even when you got up. Your legs buckled for a second and you almost fell, grabbing at a tree next to you.

Find him. Find him.

Something whispered and you felt a buzzing sensation spreading all over your body. You grabbed at your ears as the whispers kept getting louder until-

FIND HIM!

A yell, a dark screeching voice echoed inside your brain.

Felix. You have to find him.

You had no idea how you even ended up in the forest and what was wrong with you while you were walking, your limbs felt like they were disconnected, your head pounded with a headache and your forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You heard a smacking sound on your right, like something hit the wet ground and you turned to look but couldn't see anything there.

"Felix?!" your voice came out weak, your throat burning. "Felix!" you whimpered, more tears spilling out your eyes.

The whispers and the smacking sounds became louder, closer, more of them surrounding you. You started freaking out, panic building up within you. The sound of cracking caught your attention and you screamed out when the trees started growing in towards you, their branches becoming longer and reaching out to grab you. You kept screaming as you squatted down, covering your head up and crying.

"Please, stop!" you cried. It was silent. You lifted your head up slowly and the trees were exactly how they were before. No menacing branches hovering over you, reaching to take you.

You quickly stood up, your sight a little less blurry as adrenaline from the fear kicked in. Your legs reacted faster than you could anticipate as you started running, small twigs snapping under the weight of your feet.

The smacking sounds were back and now you could see what they were. All around you, koi fishes wiggled and smacked against the floor, trying to breathe in the dry air. You gasped, wondering how the hell was this happening.

You must be tripping.

The rational part of your mind reminded you that whoever was behind Cupid Corp. didn't hesitate to use all sorts of methods to execute their 'tests'.

They probably drugged you and everything you were seeing right now was a hallucination.

With that realization in mind, you carried on through the forest as it got thicker, ignoring all the voices around you and the fishes seemingly falling from the sky.

Things lurked in the bushes and behind trees, shivers running up your spine as it got darker. You thought you heard Felix calling for you among all those distorted voices.

"Felix?!"

"Y/n!" you heard a distant sound.

"Felix? Where are you?" you hurried up, almost slipping on the moss.

"I'm here!" the voice was clearer now, to your left and you ran and ran until you were stopped in your tracks. A huge koi wish wriggled on the ground where Felix should've been.

"Felix?" you were perplexed as you stared at the sight before you.

"Get me out of here."

Is he... inside the fish?

You noticed a knife on the floor next to it. You blinked and the next thing you knew you were standing in front of the fish with the knife in your hand. You stabbed into the flesh, blood oozing out as you started cutting up the fish like a maniac, guts spilling from the inside until Felix emerged, covered up in all of the fish goo, the stench of it making you nauseous.

"What the fuck?" you swallowed and then everything disappeared, pulling you into the darkness again.

The loud piercing sound of the device you prayed to every single day shook your entire body. You jolted up, realizing you were in bed and Felix was waking up next to you.

No fishes, no guts, no forest, no whispers.

100%! Congratulations and have a safe departure from our Village of Love!

"Village of love? More like village of horror." you said as Felix leaned in to look at the screen. A loud sound scared you again, a masked voice following after it.

"Thank you for participating in our program. You've proved your love to each other, built up devotion and trust in just a month. You are now the perfect match. We apologize for any discomfort you felt here and offer you The Juice of Oblivion so you may forget about the... less fun experiences you had here. You can choose not to drink the juice, but remember after you leave through the gate, you're obligated by law to not talk about our tests here. Enjoy the rest of your life together!"

You glanced at the night stand, seeing the suspicious blue liquid inside a bottle.

Felix suddenly started laughing next to you and you looked at him. Laughter bubbled up from your throat too and the two of you cackled for a good minute, until you were heaving for breath and wiping tears away.

"This was fucking insane." he said.

"Were you really stuck inside a fish?" you asked and Felix looked at you like you were insane.

"Was I what?"

"I had to gut a koi fish to get you out, in the forest." you explained and he shook his head.

"You were tripping. We both were, I figured that the moment I stepped foot on the pool. Like on the water. And you were under it, trying to get out but it was as if there was some kind of barrier keeping me from you. I had to find a spot to pull you out. The amount of anguish it gave me..." Felix licked at his dry lips and you reached out to grab his hand.

"Do you wanna drink the juice?" you asked.

"I just wanna get the hell out of here." he said and you agreed.

You were pretty sure this was illegal, all of the stuff happening here; them not disclosing the use of psychedelic stimulants or whatever the drugs were in the contract was also illegal.

But at the same time, if you never participated, maybe you would've never met Felix.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as you approached the gate with a few other couples, including Gina and Ethan.

"How I'm glad I met you. But I'm gonna need therapy." you said and Felix laughed.

"We'll go together. This is just the first day of the rest of our life." he smiled, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand.

The man in the chair watched all the couples leave. His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he saw new cars approaching the village.

He wondered what kind of sick tests they had in store for the new inhabitants of the Village of Love?

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lixies-favorite-cookie · 3 days ago

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༶•┈♛ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 2♛┈•༶. (releasing when I hit 1,000 followers!!)

𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓・l.f.

🔪 — You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. Growing up the Mafia's princess, daughter of the most ruthless mob boss in the world, you learned at a young age—all humans are expendable. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Nothing makes sense. Who is making so many ruthless criminals voluntarily confess all their transgressions? The more you and Felix dig into the past, the more you seem to expose. There’s so many gaps in the story, dark secrets to be uncovered, and betrayals to lament. Nothing is as it seems when you’re chasing a ghost. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong.

♟️ — paring・felix x reader // genres・mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, slow burn, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, smut…maybe // words・ // warnings・fights, knives, guns, blood, kidnapping, violence, death, drunkenness, parental manipulation and abuse,

a/n・just another silly little teaser because A: we are so close to 1,000 followers and B: I need motivation to actually finish the damn thing so blow this up!! I love when people ask to tag them!!

“𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

—Sade Andria Zabala.

Felix is bleaching his hair again.

You’ve come to this conclusion from the large tub of bleach sitting on the bathroom sink beside your thigh. You heaved yourself up here when Felix got home, giving him privacy to change. Now, he steps into the bathroom fresh in a heavily bleached tee shirt and a pair of sweats.

He’s only slightly shocked to see you perched on the sink, sitting right where he needs to be. He exhales a laugh, lightly tapping your thigh as a sign to hop off.

Stubbornly, you don’t. Instead, you ask, “Why do you dye your hair?”

“I’dunno, just always have.” Felix shrugs, slotting himself into the space where your thighs splay, reaching behind you to snap his gloves on. He prays you don’t notice the way his fingers are trembling. Your heat only gets closer, more electrifying as you lean forward, curious and distracted.

“I like it better black.” You pout, gently threading your fingers through his roots, obsidian peeking from under the blonde. You will never see how his mouth suddenly becomes bone-dry, how every sense of a coherent vocabulary gets lost somewhere in his fluttering pulse. He can’t focus—your fingers are so soft, so gentle as you massage his scalp.

His gaze darts to your lips, how they’re wet and slightly parted. They look so perfect, so kissable, so—

Clearly, you notice where his gaze has wandered, because those said lips have curled up into an innocent smile (that he knows is just one of your many shades of smirks). His cheeks invent an entirely new shade of red when you hop off the sink, giving him a knowing smack on the chest and collapsing onto the bed, leaving him to stare at his flushed reflection, pondering all his life choices.

The next morning, when he creeps out from behind the foggy bathroom door, Felix’s hair is black.

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fenya-scribbles · 4 days ago

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Sure

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: You have a boyfriend, but Felix loves you so much better.

Genre: angst, smut

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected piv (don't be stupid), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), heartbreak, cheating

Word Count: 1,190

A/N: Two in one day? Blame @rayzyart :3 Highly inspired by this song

“Turn it off”, Felix said, voice velvet smooth in the quiet of his room. The party outside was still in full swing, but the two of you had escaped to his bedroom - for good reason. You were still a bit nervous that someone had seen you disappear with him. But if so, that would be a problem for later. For now the problem was in the palm of your hand. Your phone, lit up by an incoming call from “Babe ♥” - your boyfriend. You looked from the screen to Felix, whose lap you were currently straddling, sitting on his bed, lips still kiss swollen.

You looked down at your phone again. Part of you wanted to pick up. But Felix wouldn’t let you. He snatched it from your hand, declining the call and turning it off. “He doesn’t need to know”, Felix said, throwing your phone onto his nightstand, “you’re mine tonight.” And then his lips were on yours again, sweet like honey, warm like summer nights, a silent promise of all that he would be able to give. Felix’ lips travelled down your neck as his hands slipped underneath your shirt. “Wish I could mark you”, he groaned against your skin, leaving a hot trail of kisses and almost-hickeys.

Being in his arms was heaven. He was so attentive, so gentle, so deliberate with his touches. He made love to you like you were something precious, something to be enjoyed and worshipped. There was a reason you always came back to him, no matter the man waiting for you at home. But it weren’t your boyfriend’s hands taking your bra off now, not his lips worshipping your breasts, not his hot, needy erection pressing against your soaked panties. It was Felix. The man you told your boyfriend not to worry about.

And Felix knew what he was doing, he knew how to claim you, how to make your boyfriend disappear from your mind. When he laid you down on his mattress, handling you with such care, as if you were made of glass. When he took off your clothes slowly, one by one, sending shivers down your spine with every careful touch. When he pressed hot kisses on your skin until his head was buried between your legs, tasting you like you were his favourite dessert. When he moaned against your core, deep and unforgiving, as if he was being the one pleasured, greedy tongue gliding over your clit.

You were soon reduced to a panting, shaking, helpless mess beneath him, moaning his name, begging him for more, legs only held apart by his strong grip. “Ahh…Lixie please…”, you gasped, fingers tangled in his pretty blonde hair, the party outside already forgotten - just like your boyfriend. “More…need more…please.” And he obeyed, giving you one finger, then two, working you open, all while he was still eating you like a man starved. He was relentless in his movements, precise with every thrust of his fingers, deadly with every flick of his tongue. “Let go for me, sunshine”, he hummed against your dripping cunt, and it was all it took for you to fall apart.

Felix helped you ride out your high, but he did not give you time to catch your breath. In fact, he gave you exactly the time it took him to take off his clothes, before pushing his rock hard length into you. “Fuck, princess”, he groaned, “so tight…always so fucking tight for me.” He pushed in slowly, as you laid there, head still dizzy from your climax, but your hands already gripping onto his back, urging him to go faster. “Want you”, you moaned, “need you…please…more…” He bottomed out with a delicious deep moan before he started rutting into you.

Your body was on fire, every inch so sensitive, and all you wanted was to feel him. And he knew, he understood, he wanted the same, head buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you with heartbreaking passion. His arms snaked around you, pressing your chest against his own, as he snapped his hips against yours faster. Harder. Deeper. “Fuck…I’m so close…”, he groaned, unable to stop, unable to think. You didn’t want him to do either of those things. “Cum inside…please…want you inside…” You were gone. He was gone. All either of you knew was the fire that burned between you as Felix’s hips stuttered, cock pulsing inside you, painting your walls white.

Both of you stayed like that for a very long moment, tangled up in each other, his cock still buried inside you, panting hard against each other’s sweat soaked skin. And then he spoke. “I love you.” Your heart dropped. He slowly peeled himself away from you, just enough to look at you. He still didn’t pull out though. With shaky fingers, he brushed over your cheek. “I love you so much.” His voice was deep and calm and honest. Tears welled up in your eyes. There he was, the man who had loved you better than any other, and yet he was only the other man. “I know”, you whispered.

Regret filled your heart the second you uttered the words. The pain on Felix’ face was raw and very apparent. He swallowed hard and slowly pulled out. Without another word he disappeared into his bathroom, returning with a warm, wet cloth. He proceeded to clean you up with agonising gentleness, but unable to meet your eyes again. Then he returned into the bedroom and closed the door. You felt raw, like a fresh wound that had just started to heal but had been torn open again. Your heart hurt and the tears trickling down your cheeks did nothing to sooth it.

You feel eerily numb as you collected your clothes and put them back on. With shaky hands you turned your phone back on. 6 missed calls. Against your better judgment, you decided to call him back. Your boyfriend. Who you just cheated on with Felix. Again. “Babe, where were you?!” Your boyfriend sounded more angry than worried. “Still at the party”, you said, voice small and still exhausted from the way Felix had just ruined you. “And why didn’t my calls get through? Are you with him again?” Guilt hit your chest like a blade. He suspected. Of course he did. You tried to be so sneaky about it, but there was nothing subtle in the way Felix looked at you, even in group settings.

In that moment the bathroom door opened and Felix stepped out. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you met his eyes. He’d cried, eyes still puffy, face still red. He froze when he saw your phone on your ear, eyes wide and questioning. Who do you love?, they said, giving you the ultimatum you’d feared for months now. But right there, in that moment, looking at the mess you’d made of the only man who’d ever loved you right, you knew. You knew who you truly loved. You’d never been this sure about anything before. “Yes”, you said, eyes locked with Felix, “and I’m not coming home.”

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sillylilsquid · 3 days ago

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afterlife

pairing - au!felix x reader summary - after losing felix in a tragic accident, you find yourself caught between the unbearable weight of grief and the fleeting warmth of the dreams where he still lives. but healing asks for goodbye...and love, real love, never leaves empty handed. warnings - death, brief mention of car accident, grief, mentions of the afterlife, depression a/n - this was inspired by a holding absence song (afterlife), and even tho it's short, I hope you enjoy as much as I do. grief affects every one different, healing is not linear 2.5k words

The apartment is too quiet.

No hum of his music in the next room. No kettle clicking off. No voice–his voice–calling your name like it meant something soft and sacred.

Just the low buzz of the refrigerator, and the ticking of a clock you never paid attention to before.

You sit on the couch and try to breathe. Try to make your lungs work. Try to exist in a world where he doesn’t anymore.

Felix is gone.

Dead.

The words should mean something by now. They should feel solid, real, heavy enough to hold in your hands like stone. But they don’t. They just hang there–weightless, untouchable. A sentence you keep choking on every time it echoes through your skull.

He’s dead.

He’s gone.

He’s never coming back.

And you’re still here.

The apartment is filled with his things. His shoes by the door. His charger curled on the nightstand. His mug still in the sink with the faint ring of tea staining on the inside.

You haven’t touched any of it.

You can’t.

If you move even one thing, it’ll all become real.

Your fingers tighten around the hoodie in your lap–his hoodie. Soft from years of wear, stretched at the wrist, smelling faintly like his cologne and laundry detergent. You press your face into it and breathe until your chest aches. It doesn’t smell as much like him as it used to.

You cry again. You didn’t think you had any tears left, but grief is greedy. It always finds more.

You remember the last thing he said to you.

It wasn’t profound. It wasn’t even the kind of thing you’d want engraved on a headstone or tucked into a letter. It was just– “Don’t forget to eat something, okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

He never came back.

They said it was instant. The driver didn’t stop. There wasn’t time to call you. By the time the hospital found your number, he was already cold.

You don’t remember how you got home that day. Just flashes. A white hallway. The sterile lights. A nurse with soft hands and sad eyes. Your knees hitting the floor. The sound you made–howling, ugly, animal.

You haven’t made a sound since.

Night comes slowly. You lie in bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Felix’s hoodie tucked under your chin. The silence is so sad it hurts. You close your eyes just to make it stop.

And when you sleep–you dream.

It’s warm.

There’s a soft breeze brushing your skin, the scent of cherry blossoms floating through the air. You’re sitting on a bench you half remember from some afternoon last spring. The sky is pale violet. The world's feel light–like it’s holding its breath.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there. You look down at your hands. They’re not shaking. You’re not crying. You’re still.

Then–

“Hey.”

Your head snaps up. And he’s there.

Felix.

Standing a few steps away in that old hoodie, hair messy, hands in his pockets. Just like always. Just like you remember.

Your heart stops. He smiles. Not radiant. Not glowing. Just…soft. Familiar. Real.

“You look tired,” he says. His voice. His voice. “Have you been sleeping okay?”

You can’t breathe. You can’t think. “Felix?” you whisper, your voice breaking around the shape of his name.

He nods.

“Is this a dream?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Does it matter?”

You stand slowly, afraid if you move too fast, he’ll disappear. But he doesn’t. He watches you with those same eyes–warm brown, full of galaxies.

“I miss you,” you say. It sounds small. Inadequate. Like carving a grave with your fingernails.

Felix just looks at you. His expression doesn’t change, but something in the air shifts. His voice is gentler this time. “I know.”

And then–he steps forward. Wraps his arms around you. Pulls you in, slow and solid, like gravity itself has decided to give you back everything you lost.

You collapse into him. You don’t know how long you stay like that. You don’t want it to end.

You wake up with tears on your cheeks.

The sheets are tangled. Your hoodie’s on the floor. And your chest aches in a way that’s too familiar now, like grief settling behind your ribs again.

The dream stays with you like a bruise. Felix’s voice–soft, teasing. His arms around you. That smile.

You sit up slowly, rubbing your face. You don’t remember falling asleep. You don’t remember how you even got to bed.

But you remember him.

And for the first time since he died, you feel something. Not peace, not hope. But something like…yearning.

・・・・・

A few weeks later

Time slips sideways. You don’t really feel it anymore.

You sleep a lot. At first, it was because you were exhausted. Then because you wanted to dream. Now–because it’s the only way you see him.

Food becomes optional. Conversations blur. You start telling white lies about feeling better just so people stop checking in. You cancel plans. Ignore texts. You sleep.

And in your dreams, Felix is always there.

You sit beside him on the swings behind your childhood school. He pushes you gently, laughing when your shoes kick up mulch.

You lie next to him in the grass under stars that look too close, listening to music from a cracked phone speaker.

He holds your hand. He kisses your forehead. He whispers your name like it still means something.

And one night, in a dream where the sky looks like watercolor and the air smells like summer, you whisper, “When I close my eyes, I dream I’ll see you in the afterlife.”

Felix just looks at you, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Then don’t stop dreaming.”

The real world feels thinner lately. Washed out. Too bright and too quiet all at once.

You’re sitting across from Chan at a small table in your favorite coffee shop, yours, Felix’s, and his. The one with the mismatched mugs and lopsided pastries. It should feel comforting. Instead, you feel like you’re underwater.

Chan stirs his drink in silence. He’s watching you.

“You’ve lost weight,” he says softly, not quite meeting your eyes.

You shrug. “I’m just tired.”

He doesn’t answer, just frowns. You stare out the window for a while before you say it. “Chan…I’ve seen him.”

His hand still around his spoon.

“I don’t know if it’s real,” you continue, staring down at the coffee cup cradled in your palms. “But every time I fall asleep, he’s there. He talks to me. We do stuff we used to. He holds me. He remembers everything. It’s like–he never left.”

You finally look at him.

Chan looks older than he did a month ago. Grief changed you both, but in opposite directions. Where you’ve sunk inot something dreamlike, Chan looks too awake. Like he hasn’t rested in weeks. His name falls from his lips gently, too gently.

“That’s…that’s a dream. I know it feels real. But you know it’s not.”

“But what if it is?” you whisper, desperate. “What if that’s where he is now? What if he’s waiting for me?”

“He wouldn’t want you to live like this.”

Your throat tightens. You press your lips together and blink hard, but the tears come anyway. “I just don’t know how to be here without him.”

Chan reaches across the table, covers your hand with his. His palm is warm. Solid. Real.

“You don’t have to be alone,” he says. “But you do have to be here.”

The air is heavier tonight.

You feel it the moment the dream begins–the press of something coming to an end. The sky is overcast, bruised lavender and blue. The park is empty. Even the wind feels still.

Felix is waiting by the willow tree.

You walk toward him slowly, the grass soft beneath your bare feet. He’s sitting on the bench you always shared, arms folded, head bowed. Like he’s been here a long time. Like he’s not sure if he should’ve waited.

“Felix,” you whisper.

He lifts his head. He looks…tired. There are shadows beneath his eyes. His smile is small, fragile, almost broken. But he still opens his arms when you approach, and you curl into him without hesitation.

“I missed you,” you murmur into his hoodie.

He strokes your hair gently. “I know.”

For a while, there’s nothing but the quiet between you. You want to pretend it’s peace. But you can feel it–that something is slipping.

“I had this dream last night,” you whisper. “I was awake in it. Alone. I couldn’t find you.”

Felix doesn’t answer. His hand stills in your hair.

“Don’t go,” you say quickly, voice cracking. “Please don’t. I can’t–”

“I’ll never let you run out of time,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours. “You’ll live forever in the back of my mind.”

You clutch his sleeves.

“What does that mean?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are glossy. Luminous.

“I don’t belong here,” he admits quietly. “Neither do you.”

“No,” you whisper. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

“You were never meant to stay here with me,” he says, voice cracking like glass. “You’re still alive,” your name falls from his lips like it’s sacred.

You start shaking your head, violently, but he cups your cheeks and holds you steady.

“You have to keep going,” he tells you. “You’re still needed.”

“If I let you go,” you sob, “I have nothing left.”

Felix wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb, even as his own begin to fall. “You have Chan. He loves you. He’ll take care of you. I’ll watch over you.”

“Lixie, you’re the only saving grace I’ve ever had.”

His face twists. Like hearing that hurts more than anything else.

The wind stirs around you. The world trembles faintly, like the dream is straining to hold shape. He brushes your hair behind your ear one last time. “You’ll have me,” he whispers. “Just…not like this.”

Silence stretches between you. And then, finally through your trembling lips, “Felix, without you…I’ve lost a vital part of me.”

He pulls you into him again, tight, fierce, the way you’d always wished he would in real life. You can feel the weight of his grief–for you. For the life you’re wasting just to see him again.

Tears spill freely from both of you now. Your heart feels like it’s breaking open, fracturing beneath your ribs.

“You’re going to be okay,” he whispers in your ear. “You have to be. It’s not your time. When it comes, you’ll know. And right now, it’s not it.”

You sob into his chest, fists clinging to the fabric of his hoodie.

And then he says it. The sentence that burns itself into you, deep and permanent.

“If I see you again…I hope it’s in the afterlife.”

And just like that–you wake up.

You wake up gasping.

Your sheets are soaked with sweat. The echo of Felix’s voice still rings in your ears–if i see you again, i hope it’s in the afterlife.

Your chest rises and falls too fast. Your hands tremble. But what steals the breath from your lungs completely is the sudden weight around your neck.

You reach up.

Fingers brush a cold chian–thing, silver, and unmistakable.

Felix’s necklace.

The one he never took off. The one he was wearing that night. The one the hospital told you was too damaged, too broken to return.

But it’s whole now.

No scratches. No bent clasp. Just as it used to be. Just like it was on him. Your vision blurs, but this time you don’t cry. You just close your hand around it, and whisper, “Thank you.”

You don’t remember driving to Chan’s.

Only that your hands gripped the wheel too tight, and your eyes stayed dry the whole time. When he opens the door, he’s clearly surprised. His hair’s messy, his voice groggy. He says your name like a question.

You say nothing. Just step forward and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his shoulder like your body can’t hold itself up on its own anymore.

“He’s gone,” you whisper. “Chan…he’s gone.”

There’s a pause. And then, “I know,” he murmurs, arms coming around you. “I’m so sorry.”

You stay like that for a while–breathing in the familiar scent of laundry detergent and skin, the warmth of someone still living.

No dream. No static. No fading.

Just this.

And slowly, your tears stop falling. The ache in your chest doesn’t vanish, but it shifts. It softens. The emptiness loses its grip.

You are not healed. But you are no longer hollow.

Chan pulls back enough to look at you, brushing a thumb beneath your eye. “Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “I got you. I’m here for you. I’ll watch over you.”

You nod once, unsure if you can speak.

The chain around your neck rests softly against your skin.

You’ll never forget him. You’ll never stop missing him. But maybe now…you can finally start living again.

You take a deep breath, holding Chan tighter before you manage to say, “I know you will. He told me you would.”

・・・・・

One year later

The cemetery is quiet.

Late spring has brought the soft hum of bees, the scent of blooming clover, the warmth of sunlight through leaves. The breeze carries birdsong. Somewhere far off, a dog barks once. Then silence again.

You stand beside his grave, fingers laced with Chan’s.

The headstone is simple. Polished. Loved.

There are always flowers here–left by you or Chan, other friends, family. Today, you bring white dahlias. Purity, grace, a second chance.

You kneel and place them gently at the base of the stone. Your fingers brush teh carved letters: Felix Lee. forever golden. forever loved.

Chan gives you space. He always does.

You sit beside the grave for a while, just breathing. Your hand still in his. Your necklace still around your neck.

The air shifts.

You close your eyes.

And then–there he is.

Standing a few paces away, in the dappled light beneath the tree. Wind tousling his golden hair. That soft smile you thought you’d never see again.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

He just looks at you. Proud. Peaceful. Whole.

You nod at him, barely holding back the tears. Not from the pain this time. From love.

And when you open your eyes again, he’s gone.

But Chan is still there, watching you carefully. You turn toward him, and without a word, lay your head on his shoulder.

He holds you gently, close to his side.

Neither of you speaks.

There’s no need to. Because for the first time since that terrible day, you know: you are going to be okay.

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