#felix the cart

[buckonefoureight]

i could get Felix Neumann pregnant if i really really tried

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Christmas of the Navy", painting by Felix Schwormstädt

German vintage postcard

[dono-cho]

drew a Felix body headcannon like, quite some time back with a friend and realised I didn't do one with Cyber (I'm...SO sorry Mr.Cyber you're not wearing muscle Ts for me you big nerd 😔)

[kurbis13]

It feels like I drew this just yesterday

[sieglinde-freud]

i was able to refrain from the felix figurine but now theyre waving dorothea in front of my face… not looking good for me you guys

[feelbokz]

--Introduction--

Hello! My name is Mika and I go by he/him.

My interests are mostly Stray Kids, however, I also like TXT. I like a little bit of anime, including:

Vanitas no Carte

Bungo Stray Dogs

Owari No Seraph

I'm a shifter whose primary DR is my SKZ 9th member DR. I've never shifted, even though I have been trying for years.

My ult group is SKZ, and my ult bias is Felix.

For TXT I bias Huening Kai and Beomgyu.

[keuudjd]

uhhhhh randomly gives felix a twin sibling:3 also the things 8d mitski audios do to yuo.i havent drawn in so long and ur tellign me mitski was all it took 2 motivate me???what the bingle

[fairymint]

Felix Pardus's magic developed after his strength, as a Villager. Rather, said magic is still developing; he started with basics like simple pyromancy, hammerspace, and later levitation as of HHD (3ds).

So he can tear down an entire square of cliff with a shovel easily, but is gaining spells through imitation. He can feasibly do anything, provided that the right stimulus is achieved!

the most recent are echos and octaves for musical purposes (FNF), and copying pokemon moves he sees in smash. Streets like you'd see in friday night funkin, or bomb rush cyber funk, are actually his favourite places atm! He's not trying to go pro with singing and skating, but it's a way to break the ice with his in crowd.

[sheerfreesia007]

Office Loner

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 3,206

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’re a bit of a loner at work but when Felix joins your department his nerdy ways manage to draw you out of your shell and the two of you become friends. But what happens when the office mean girl finds out the new hot nerd has befriended you?

A/N: Divider was created by @bernardsbendystraws, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

The office is lively as you walk in for your shift, you see some of the employees all standing around Dae’s desk talking about what they did this past weekend and you grimace slightly knowing that they’d want you to join in their conversation. Ever since starting at this office a year ago as a data analyst you had been pegged as the “loner” all because you were more of an introvert than the other employees here. You had at first thought it was an unfair assumption of you, you just took a little longer than others to warm up in conversation. You were always polite and greeted everyone in the morning when you arrived and said goodnight to them when you left, you just weren’t very chatty during work.

“Good morning!” calls out Dae and you turn to look at her as the rest of the employees all turn to stare at you silently.

“Good morning Dae.” you greet her quietly with a soft smile on your face.

“Boss man told me to let you know that there’s going to be a new data entry employee starting today. He wants you to show him the ropes since he’s going to be sitting at the desk next to yours.” she said, sounding self important with a smug look on her face as the other employees all snickered softly at her words.

You nodded your head at her as dread settled like a heavy stone in the pit of your stomach. You greeted everyone else with a quiet voice before escaping to your desk and seeing that the desk next to yours was still cluttered with all the old equipment that everyone just discarded when it broke. Sighing softly you set your backpack down and took your jacket off before gathering the broken equipment and began carting it all off to the dumpster behind the building. Once the desk was cleared off you grabbed the cleaning wipes and began wiping down the desk in preparation for the new employee.

It was at least another hour before you had the desk finally set up, it was clean of all dirt and dust, a new keyboard and mouse combo were set up and you were bent under the desk connecting all the wires for the monitor and keyboard when you heard your boss’ voice calling your name. Forgetting yourself you tried to stand up quickly only to knock the back of your head on the underside of the desk, you yelped in surprise and pain as you slowly crawled out from under the desk to finally stand up. You bowed quickly to your boss who smiled softly at you before he nodded his head.

“This is Lee Felix, he’s going to be our new data entry specialist and he’ll be working close with you since both of your positions go hand in hand. Please show him everything that you know about the office and workflow. And thank you for setting up his desk, I had asked one of the other techs to do it. I guess they forgot.” he informed you and you nodded your head silently before you turned to Felix.

You stood there shocked, staring at Felix with wide eyes, he was hot. Your boss walked away after patting Felix on the shoulder and you had to quickly mentally shake your head before you moved to let Felix set his things down. He was wearing a simple red and white flannel shirt over a black t-shirt and worn distressed blue jeans. His shoulder length hair was platinum blonde and he wore circular wire framed glasses, he looked the epitome of what you would think of when you heard the word nerd but he was gorgeous so it didn’t really fit to call him a nerd. At least not to you.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope you’ll help me get comfortable with the job.” he says to you with a slight bow of his head and you flinch at his gesture. You wave your hands dismissively between the two of you trying to stop his formal gesture.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me.” you tell him softly and he smiles widely at you when he straightens his posture. “And don’t worry I won’t lead you astray.” you tell him confidently before moving to your desk and sitting down in your chair. Felix watches you quietly before smiling softly to himself and taking his own seat.

And that was how you had met Lee Felix, your new coworker who was now your pseudo responsibility since his job worked side by side with yours. You were staring at your computer screen with tired eyes as you tried to make sense of the data that had been entered and supplied to you. Just then a soft thud was heard on your desk and your eyes darted over to the can of soda that was just placed on your desk. You turned and looked up at Felix as he slowly lowered himself into his chair next to yours with a soft smile.

“Caffeine fix, I feel like we’re going to be here for awhile going over this stuff.” he said tiredly and you frowned softly at him.

“You don’t have to stay though, this isn’t your job.” you tell him gently gesturing to your computer screen and he shakes his head at your words.

“I can’t leave my desk buddy to work late. Besides I can help and it’ll get done quicker.” he told you confidently and sighed before nodding your head.

“Alright fine, can you double check the data from advertising? The numbers aren’t adding up for me and I can’t look at it anymore or I’ll go cross eyed. I’ll start working on the data from social media.” you instruct him tiredly and he nods his head at your words before turning to his screen.

“You know this reminds me of the spreadsheets me and my friends make for our gaming competitions.” he says with a soft chuckle and your eyes flick over to him curiously.

“You do gaming competitions?” you ask as you tilt your head to the side. “Like, what’s that game called? The one with the arena?” you asked softly as your eyes turned back to your screen.

“League of Legends?” Felix asked excitedly and your eyes darted back to him to see him staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly gaping open. “Do you play?” he asked suddenly and you quickly shake your head feeling guilty as his mood suddenly dampens.

“No, my brother is into those types of games though.” you tell him fondly. “He’s into Wow and Valorant though, at least I think so. Those names sound familiar.” you say and Felix chuckles at your confusion.

“I play League of Legends and Valorant with my friends. Maybe ask your brother for his gamertag and I’ll be able to play with him when he’s on.” he says excitedly and you laugh softly at him before nodding your head. “So you don’t know much about the game?” Felix asked as he reviewed the data on his screen.

“No, my brother likes to talk about it with me though. It’s all over my head but I like how excited he gets for it so I let him yap.” you tell him goodnaturedly and Felix chuckles as he nods his head.

“Will you let me yap about it then too?” he asked teasingly and you blush softly at his teasing tone before ducking your head as you grin.

“If you want to.” you tell him softly as your grin softens while you stare at the screen of your computer. And after those words escaped your mouth it was as if you two had become instant best friends. You and Felix talked about everything and anything under the sun that interested you, your conversation ranged from gaming that Felix enjoyed to books and music that you enjoyed to even your favorite places to vacation around the world. It had become so easy for you to open up to Felix, he made it so effortless and you loved that about your friendship with him. But you weren’t the only one to notice how easy Felix made it for you to open up and talk to him.

One day after lunch you’re on your way back into the office after eating lunch outside on one of the benches around the company building. The weather had been so nice lately that you had started taking your lunch breaks outside just so that you could break up your workday. Normally Felix would join you after grabbing lunch for the cafe in the building but today Dae and the others had pulled him into going out to grab lunch. You had noticed that Dae had grown curious about Felix and had been asking him to come out for lunch and drinks after work lately. You weren’t too bothered by it, Felix was a very social person and loved talking to people so you knew he’d quickly make friends with everyone. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep him solely as your friend and didn’t want to hold him back from making more friends but the way Dae had been smugly smirking at you every time Felix agreed to go to lunch with her and the others or to go out for drinks after work was starting to rub you the wrong way. 

As you entered your office area you saw that there was no one at their desks and were probably still on lunch. You then heard loud raucous laughter coming from the break room as you walked towards your desk. You could hear Felix’s deep laughter and you smiled softly at the sound, feeling happy that he was making friends with the others. But then when you heard Dae’s voice ring loudly mentioning your name you scowled softly and slowed your pace wondering what she would have to say about you.

“I’m surprised that you’re so social Felix.” she said cheerily and you could hear the others snickering softly. “You’re so nerd coded, I thought for sure that you would be the nerd in the office. But our resident loner still holds that title completely.” she said with a loud laugh. “She’s more of a socially awkward nerd than you are. It’s so nice of you to take pity on her and befriend her like you have.” she says to Felix and you feel your stomach fill with dread. Not wanting to hear anything more as your chest tightens with hurt you quickly walk past the break room drowning out the rest of the laughter from the others.

After lunch has ended Felix is eager to get back to his desk and the normal camaraderie that he shares with you. Lunch had been an awkward affair of Dae trying to make herself look good as you told him about how much of a loner you were in the office. She had warned him that you were socially awkward and liked to keep to yourself more often than not, which according to her wasn’t something that he should want for himself. Yes, she knew that you were an exceptional employee and were highly sought after in your field but you were so quiet and didn’t interact much with anyone in the office that it had left you alone.

Felix had effectively shut down her faux concern for him by letting her know that he could pick his friends for himself and that he didn’t need her help figuring out who were the good people in the office. Dae had been put out by his firm words but had quickly brushed it all under the rug with a huff and her nose stuck in the air. But now as he walked back to his desk he smiled brightly when he saw you already at your desk with your head buried in your computer screen.

“Hey, have a good lunch?” he asked fondly as he quickly sat in his desk chair and you hummed softly at him as your eyes stayed trained on the computer screen. He doesn’t think much of it knowing how engrossed you get in your work sometimes.

Felix continues to try and drag conversation out of you throughout the rest of your shift. He can tell that something is bothering you but no matter what he does to try and get you to talk about it you just stonewall him. He’s starting to get worried that he might’ve done something to upset you or that something really serious had happened when his normal trick of telling horrible puns and jokes doesn’t even get a little smile out of you. And as the hours get closer to the end of the shift he starts to feel desperate to make sure things are alright with you but you refuse to engage with him.

When it’s time to go home you get up and start packing your stuff away and Felix is quick to follow suit, he’s worried about you and doesn’t want you to go home upset or not have someone to talk to you about whatever is going on. He reaches out and gently touches your elbow, hooking his fingers around the crook of your elbow. You look up at him worriedly before you frown softly and he knows for sure now that something happened at lunch time and it has to do with him. But just as he’s about to open his mouth Dae calls out to him.

“Hey Felix! We’re going for drinks after work, want to come with?” she calls out to him and Felix frowns softly at her wondering why she would ask him that after what happened at lunch. He feels you tug your elbow out of his grasp after he hesitates to speak up to Dae and he turns his head quickly to look after you as you begin walking towards the exit of the building.

“I’ll catch up with you guys at the restaurant.” he says dismissively before rushing after you. “Damn she’s quick.” he says softly as he exits to the lobby and spots you already walking outside heading to the bus stop. He breaks out into a full run as soon as he makes it out of the front doors of the building and makes a beeline straight for you. He’s moving too quickly and has no time to stop himself as he nears you, so he wraps an arm around waist and pulls you close as he slows his run, effectively sweeping you up in his arms as he comes to stop a few feet from where you had been walking. You stare up at him blinking owlishly as you lower your hand that had been raising to put your earbud in your ear. He huffs softly at you as you continue to blink up at him while he holds you close, you’re adorable and he momentarily forgets why he ran after you. But then you both hear your coworker exiting the building and you’re quick to right yourself and step out of his arms. “Are you okay?” he asks softly and you look over at him before shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m fine.” you tell him softly before your eyes dart to the other coworkers who are looking over at the two of you. “You should go out with your friends and not worry about the loner nerd in the office.” you say sarcastically and Felix feels understanding wash over him and he huffs softly at you while grimacing.

“You must’ve heard what Dae had said about you at lunch.” he said softly and you scowl softly at the ground for a moment. “But I bet you didn’t stick around to hear what I said to her.” he says knowingly and your eyes dart up to look at him curiously. “I told Dae off for calling you a loner nerd. She’s a bit a pompous mean girl isn’t she?” he asked softly and you scoffed at his question.

“Always has been. I don’t like talking to her because she’ll use anything to get her way and climb the corporate ladder.” you tell him honestly and he nods his head at your words.

“Yeah I figured that.” he said while nodding his head as he stepped closer to you. “I shut her down though. Told her that while you may be a loner you certainly weren’t a nerd and I took that title very seriously. Also told her that you were kinder to me and everyone in the office than anyone else even if you weren’t super comfortable talking with others and took a hot minute to warm up to people. Told her that even if you didn’t understand all the things that I loved and enjoyed you always listened to me and let me talk about them while we worked and that meant more to me then going out for drinks or lunch. You showed me that you care about me just by listening and trying to understand the things that I loved.” he said softly and watched delightedly as your eyes widened at his words. “Dae didn’t like that at all and hated it even more when I asked everyone at lunch to stop calling you a loner. Because you’re not, they're just too impatient to allow you time to warm up to them.” he told you and you gasped softly at his words which made him smirk proudly.

“Why would you stick your neck out for me like that? Dae will make your life hell.” you said knowingly and Felix frowned softly at the knowledge that Dae hadn’t made your worklife easy.

“You were my first friend here. You showed me how easy it is to be kind to people even when there’s a slight disconnect. You’re always so secure in your life and don’t need to bow down or pander to the workplace social life to be happy, you’re just happy to come in, do your job, talk to me and then go home. Plus I’ve had a little bit of a crush on you since my first month of working here.” he admits softly and you jerk back in surprise and he grins down at you. “So what do you say to going out for a dinner date with this office nerd?” he asks smoothly and his excitement gets the better of him as he giggles proudly while widening his eyes. “That was so smooth of me.” he says in a soft whisper that makes you burst out into happy laughter as you reach out and grab his forearm.

“That was super smooth of you until you ruined it. But yes I’d love to go on a dinner date with you.” you tease him and he giggles excitedly as he pulls you closer to him and begins to guide you towards his car.

“Don’t bring me down. My crush just agreed to go on a date with me.” he says proudly and you laugh at him while cuddling into his side with a bright happy smile on your face.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

@bookswillfindyouaway, @m-325

[strayingawayy]

grocery store shenanigans...

...where felix and his little girl go grocery shopping and he's doing everything in his power to not let her go overboard with the sweets (reader is called mimi for gn purposes)

felix pushed the cart through the grocery store, his little girl seated in the front basket, clutching her stuffed bbokari like it was a lifeline. her chubby legs kicked excitedly as they turned down the snack aisle.

“daddy!” she exclaimed, pointing at a brightly colored bag of chips. “need that!”

felix laughed, shaking his head. “sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. you don’t need everything you see.”

she pouted, big doe eyes staring him down. “but i need it.”

he sighed dramatically, grabbing the smallest bag and placing it in the cart. “okay, one. but you can’t sneak-”

he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he noticed her sneaking a jumbo pack of cookies into the cart with her tiny hands.

“excuse me, young lady,” felix said, raising an eyebrow. “what’s this?”

she looked up at him innocently. “for mimi.”

felix smirked. “oh, is that so? mimi's not eating cookies remember?”

her little, chubby face scrunched in confusion. “why not? cookies are yum.”

“well mimi is trying to say no to cookies because they get too sweet for them sometimes, just like daddy says no to-hey!” felix snatched the candy bar she’d just slipped in.

“daddy needs it,” she giggled, mimicking his earlier words.

felix rubbed his temple, trying not to laugh. “alright, little mastermind, let’s get back on track. no. more. sneaky. business.”

minutes later, as they approached the checkout, felix unloaded the cart. his eyes bulged when he pulled out three packs of gummy bears and a suspiciously large bag of marshmallows.

“seriously?!”

the toddler grinned up at him, plushie held high. “bbokari wanted a snack too!”

felix groaned, though his lips twitched with a smile. “you and bbokari are going to be the reason we’re broke. but fine, the marshmallows stay. only because i like them too.”

she clapped her hands in victory as felix placed the marshmallows on the belt. the cashier chuckled, and felix shrugged.

“what can i say? she’s small but unstoppable.”

as they left the store, felix whispered to her, “don’t tell mimi about this, okay?”

his little girl nodded solemnly, but as soon as they walked in the door, she yelled, “mimi! we got marshmallows!”

felix facepalmed. “traitor.”

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. degradation, power play, light choking, semi-public fingering, light coercion (entirely consensual), dirty talk, wet panties, messy fingers, brat taming, felix is a fucking menace in a silk shirt

⍣ ೋ notes: changed the color!! idk if im burning out already but i decided to switch it up a bit just to see if it would make it better. kinda missing the pink already.

🧾 FORMAL INVESTIGATION REPORT

Filed by: ERROR Subject: ERROR Staff Member Under Review: ERROR Guest Involved: ERROR

INT. SKZOTEL – CONFESSIONAL ROOM (A.K.A. MAINTENANCE CLOSET WITH A RING LIGHT)

[Camera clicks on.] Felix is already in frame, lounging sideways on a folding chair like he owns the place. His uniform is pristine, hat tilted a little too stylishly. In his hand, a crumpled guest complaint—folded once, then again, then probably kissed before he slipped it in his back pocket.

FELIX (grinning): "Okay, so technically... this was supposed to go to Aeryn."

He holds up the complaint letter between two fingers, like it's something precious. His grin widens.

FELIX: "But I may or may not check the internal submission box every morning before she gets in. You know—just to be helpful."

He leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief.

FELIX: "This one? Yeah, this one's about me. And look—before anyone starts pointing fingers, I was doing my job. I did help the guest with their luggage. I was polite, charming, responsible… bordering on adorable, honestly."

A beat. His smile turns wicked.

FELIX: "And maybe... just maybe I lingered. Just a little. But can you blame me?"

______________________________________________________________

You didn’t think he’d actually read it. The note was meant to be private. Filed. Forgotten. Handled discreetly.

But now?

That unmistakable voice cuts through the spa corridor, slow and molten, thick with a smugness that curls heat right between your legs.

“Room 630,” Felix drawls behind you, syrup-sweet and scathing. “Is that what they’re calling you?”

You stop like you’ve been caught—and you have. You know that voice. That accent, dipped in honey and sin.

You turn slowly, spine straight, face schooled, but your heart’s already thundering.

And there he is.

The bellboy.

Leaning against the hallway wall like it belongs to him. Button-down loose, too many buttons undone, collarbone sharp, pretty smirk even sharper.

Your complaint’s in his hand.

Your complaint.

The one you slipped into the concierge box with trembling fingers.

His eyes are on you like he’s reading your mind.

“Didn’t even sign it,” he tsks, folding the paper once, twice—stuffing it casually into his back pocket. “Didn’t use my name. That’s rude, babe. I gave you so much to work with.”

He takes a step forward, slow and deliberate. You take a step back, eyes flickering to his name tag.

“Felix—”

“Oh no,” he cuts you off smoothly, “you don’t get to say my name now. Not after this.”

Another step.

Your back hits the wall.

And suddenly he’s right there. Crowding your space. Shadowing you. Hand against the wall beside your head.

His breath ghosts along your jaw as he leans in, tilting his head just enough to speak right into your ear.

“You think tattling makes you innocent?” he whispers. “You wrote me up, baby. Like a brat who didn’t get what she wanted. Like a needy little bitch too scared to ask for it.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“But you did.”

His hand skims down your waist, hot and possessive, just the barest tease of touch.

“Don’t lie to me. You knew exactly what you were doing. All those soft little looks, letting me carry your bags, ringing that bell like you wanted me on my knees.”

You gasp as his fingers dip under your dress, the brush of his knuckles ghosting your thigh.

“What was it?” he murmurs, voice low and wicked. “Was I too slow? Not flirty enough? Or were you just pissed I didn’t bend you over the cart right then and there?”

Your breath hitches. He feels it. Smiles.

“God, you did want it,” he laughs, cruel and soft. “Didn’t even bother hiding it. Could’ve just said, ‘please fuck me, Felix.’ Would’ve made this so much easier.”

His fingers slip beneath your panties, and you choke on a moan.

“Shit,” he groans, forehead pressing to yours. “Already soaked. You liked writing me up, huh? Got yourself wet filing a formal complaint like a desperate little whore.”

Your cheeks burn. He eats it up.

“Say it,” he whispers. “Say you got off on it.”

You look away. He grabs your chin and forces you back to him.

“I said—say it.”

“I—got off on it,” you breathe. “Wanted your attention.”

He laughs—a wicked, delighted sound.

“There she is. My needy little mess.”

He pushes two fingers in deep, no warning—so fast and smooth you swear your knees might give. The stretch is sudden, perfect, and he knows it, groaning right against your ear as you choke on a moan.

You gasp, back arching, thighs trembling.

“Ohhh, yeah,” he groans. “Tight little cunt. All this for me?”

“Felix—someone could—”

“Let them. Shit—listen to that,” he pants, pulling his fingers back just slightly. The obscene slick, wet squelch echoes in the quiet hallway, and he laughs, low and filthy. “That’s you, baby. That’s how bad you want me.”

He curls them, finding your spot with practiced ease—pressing, teasing, dragging along that sweet bundle of nerves over and over until you’re clawing at his shirt, thighs trembling around his wrist.

“You write me up,” he hisses, fucking you with slow, deliberate pumps. “You tattle on me. But your cunt’s telling me the truth.”

His thumb drags up, just brushing your clit. Barely a touch—but it’s enough to make your hips jerk, to make your breath stutter out in a pathetic little gasp.

“There she is,” he growls. “There’s my needy little girl.”

His fingers start moving faster—deep and rough, the perfect rhythm that makes your mind go white. He’s relentless. Curling, thrusting, grinding his palm against your clit until you’re whining into his neck, hips grinding down like a slut in heat.

“You feel that?” he grits out. “Feel how tight you’re squeezing me? Like this hole’s been waiting for me.”

You whimper, trying to hold on, but he’s everywhere—his breath hot on your cheek, his fingers wrecking you, his voice in your ear like a brand you can’t shake.

“Gonna cum just from my hand, aren’t you?” he sneers, licking a stripe up your throat. “From getting finger-fucked in a hallway like the desperate little whore you are.”

Your whole body shudders.

He laughs again—meaner now.

“I can feel it,” he whispers, breathless. “You’re close. So fucking close. Gonna make a mess all over my hand, huh? You gonna ruin your cute little panties for me?”

You nod, too far gone for words, and he snarls—

“No.”

He rips his hand away like he’s punishing you—like you did something wrong—and your whole body screams from the loss, thighs clenching uselessly as the orgasm dies, denied and dragging like a blade.

You sob—a soft, broken sound—and he moans at the sound of it, gripping your jaw with his clean hand.

“Look at you,” he breathes, dragging his soaked fingers up between your legs and spreading them in front of your face. They glisten in the dim lighting—shiny, sticky, dripping.

“You see this mess? This fucking disaster of a cunt? All because I said your room number.”

And then he taps your cheek.

“Open.”

You do—so automatic, so eager it makes his pupils blow wide with satisfaction.

He pushes the fingers into your mouth, slow and deep. You moan around them, tongue greedy, sucking like it’s the only thing tethering you to the earth.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

He pulls them out—slower now, watching the spit trail cling to your lips before snapping messily to his knuckles.

“You taste how much you wanted me?” he whispers, filthy and smug. “Next time you need attention, you don’t go crying to the concierge.”

He leans in, mouth a breath from yours.

You moan, shameless now, licking him clean like it’s what you were born for.

He leans in closer, mouth brushing your ear.

“You wanna cum?” he asks.

“Yes—please—”

He smirks. Leans down, lips hovering over yours.

“Beg.”

You hesitate. He wraps a hand around your throat—light, a tease of pressure, just enough to make you still.

“I said—beg.”

“Please, please,” you whisper. “Please make me cum.”

“Louder.”

“Please—fuck—please, I need it, need you—”

He grins. A slow, devastating thing.

“There we go,” he purrs. 

And then?

Then he tugs you into the nearest guest suite—unoccupied, unlocked, perfect. He bends you over the bed before the door even clicks shut.

His voice is the last thing you hear before your moans drown everything else out:

“You want to file another complaint?” he hisses in your ear. “Better make sure it’s legible with my cock down your throat.”

INT. SKZOTEL – CONFESSIONAL ROOM (A.K.A. MAINTENANCE CLOSET WITH A RING LIGHT) [Camera clicks back on.] Felix is back in the folding chair, this time looking a little less pristine. His hat’s missing, hair mussed. One button too many undone. His fingers glint faintly with something that’s definitely not ring light residue.

He licks the edge of his thumb, slow and casual, then flashes the camera a crooked grin.

FELIX (shrugging): “Guest's satisfied. That’s all that matters, right?”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out the now much more crumpled complaint, and fans himself with it.

FELIX (mock-innocent): “I’d file a report about it, but... turns out my hands were kinda full.”

He lifts his fingers to his lips again—tastes the air like he’s savoring a secret. 

FELIX (deadpan): “And if Aeryn asks why the formal complaint never made it to her desk...”

He leans in, voice low and conspiratorial.

FELIX: “Tell her I handled it.” [END OF RECORDING]

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Weekend Errands- Lee Felix

summary: a little grocery trip on the weekend with your little family

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, married with kids

word count: 1086 words

a/n: a little dad!felix drabble as per request ♡

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The Kids: Eldest Daughter (Yuna - 5 years old) and Youngest Daughter (Emma - 3 years old)

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The sun was shining gently over the driveway as Felix buckled Yuna into her car seat, her little legs kicking excitedly. It was a slow, golden weekend afternoon, and you and Felix decided to take the girls out for a quick grocery run.

"Daddy, can we get strawberries today?" she asked, her pigtails bouncing as she wriggled in her seat.

Felix chuckled, securing her seatbelt snugly. "Of course, princess. We'll get all the strawberries you want."

Meanwhile, you were wrangling your youngest daughter, Emma, into her car seat on the other side, her tiny hands clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

"Mommyyy," she lisped, "after groceries can we have ice cweam?"

You smiled, smoothing her hair back. "We'll see, baby."

Once both girls were secured, you and Felix climbed into the front seats. Felix reached over to squeeze your hand quickly before starting the car. The car ride started with giggles as you queued up the Frozen soundtrack. As you pulled out of the driveway, the speakers filled with the opening notes of "Let It Go."

Yuna immediately belted out, "Let it gooo, let it goooo—can't hold it back anymore!"

Emma, not to be left out, shouted along a few beats late, "LET GO, LET GO!"

You and Felix burst out laughing, joining in to make it a full family performance. Felix laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes at a red light.

"We need to start a family band, babe," he joked, reaching over to squeeze your knee.

"Only if you promise not to do the beatboxing again," you teased back, and he gasped dramatically.

"How dare you insult my skills!"

Yuna piped up from the backseat, "Daddy, you're very good at beatboxing!"

"See?" Felix said, grinning triumphantly at you.

The rest of the drive to the mall was filled with songs, giggles, and the sound of Felix making silly sound effects every time the girls demanded it.

"Daddy, make a choo-choo train sound!" Emma giggled as Felix happily complied.

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At the grocery store, Yuna insisted on pushing the kiddie cart with the car-shaped front, while Emma demanded to ride in it like royalty.

You walked alongside Felix, tossing things into the cart as Yuna proudly pointed at a shelf. "We need apples, Mommy!"

"Good eye, lovie," you said, tossing a few into her cart.

Emma clapped delightedly. "Apples for me!"

At one point, while you were reaching for a box of cereal, Felix leaned in and kissed your cheek, whispering, "You're the prettiest grocery shopper here."

You laughed, shoving his chest playfully. "Stop distracting me, we need yogurt!"

You continued through the aisles putting mutiple cereal boxes in the cart. The girls bickered lightly over which yogurt flavor to get — Emma wanted blueberry, Yuna wanted strawberry — so you and Felix made an executive decision to get both.

"Teamwork makes the dream work!" Felix said, high-fiving Yuna.

As you made your way toward the checkout, Yuna suddenly gasped and pointed excitedly at the small flower stand by the entrance. Before either of you could react, she darted over, her little sneakers pattering against the floor. You and Felix hurried after her, exchanging amused glances.

Yuna carefully scanned the colourful bouquets before her eyes lit up. She reached out and gently picked a bundle of soft pink roses, cradling them in her tiny arms.

Turning around with a proud smile, she held the flowers up toward Felix and said sweetly, "Daddy, can we get these for Mommy? She's as pretty as these flowers."

Felix’s heart melted instantly. He crouched down to Yuna’s level, ruffling her hair gently. "Of course, princess," he said, glancing over at you with a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. "Mommy definitely deserves the prettiest flowers."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you watched your little family — your whole world — standing there, wrapped up in so much love.

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After checkout, arms full of bags, you loaded everything into the car. As you buckled the girls in again, Yuna chirped, "Noww ice cream?"

Emma nodded eagerly, her cheeks rosy from excitement. "Pwease Mommy!"

You and Felix exchanged a look — how could you say no to those faces?

"Alright," Felix said grandly, "one ice cream stop coming right up!"

At the ice cream shop, Yuna eagerly chose a rainbow sprinkle cone, while Emma clumsily licked at a small cup of chocolate, getting it all over her chin. Felix went for a butterscotch cone, and you ordered your favorite flavor in a crisp waffle cone. Felix also ordered a huge sundae "to share," though you knew he and Yuna would end up eating most of it.

The four of you sat on a bench outside, the late afternoon sun warming your backs, ice cream drips everywhere, and pure happiness filling the air. Felix sneakily wiped a smear of chocolate off Emma's nose with a napkin and kissed her forehead, making her giggle.

Felix leaned close to you, resting his head gently on your shoulder. The girls, caught up in their own conversation, began chattering amongst themselves.

Felix smiled at their banter before murmuring softly, his voice almost a whisper, "You know... I look at them, and I just think, 'We made this. We made this family.' And it makes me love you even more."

Your heart melted completely. You turned to him, smiling so wide it hurt. "I love you, Felix."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you slowly, sweetly, like there was no one else in the world.

Emma shrieked suddenly, "Yucky kisses!"

You both laughed against each other’s mouths.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky pink and purple as you loaded two very sleepy girls into their car seats once again.

Felix adjusted Emma’s little bunny under her arm before climbing in. Minutes into the drive, Yuna yawned hugely.

"Tired, princess?" Felix asked, glancing back through the mirror.

"Mm-hmm..." came her tiny voice.

Soon, both girls were knocked out, their breathing soft and even.

You reached across the console to intertwine your fingers with Felix's, your wedding rings clinking softly together.

He glanced over at you with a smile so full of love it made your heart squeeze. He then brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles without taking his eyes off the road.

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head against the window, the perfect day wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

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Best friend Chan who is in love with reader but has a girlfriend?

𝐒𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?

Pairing: bestfriend!Chan x reader college au Genre: Angst (i cant write that for shit.), fluff, smut Word Count: 4.5k (lord help me) Warnings: Chan's gf is controlling, gf is a pick me, mentions of cheating (not by chan), mentions of college (younger half of members + chan gf + reader), fade to black sexual moment kinda >.>, nosey ass friends >.>, mentions of ateez members, not proofread, fighting >.> DO NOT DO IT, lowkey (highkey) cringe... UHH Idk what else...

A/N: I have exams soon so >.> i won't be taking requests until like May 😭 uhh I might get out the requests I have but until May I won't be accepting any very sorry >.>

You pursed your lips as your best friend's girlfriend, Chaewol, rubbed herself all over your friend, Chan's, arm.

"Chrissy." She said sweetly. "Can we go now?"

Your other friend, Seungmin stared at her, not even trying to hide the look of disgust on his face.

Minho just blinked slowly.

"Babe, we just got here." Chan sighed.

"I know but the waitress keeps giving me dirty looks." She pouted.

Hyunjin, a man who'd grown to be as close as a brother to you, made a face and leaned in close to you whispering, "Maybe if she hadn't been all over Chan as if the waitress wanted to steal him she wouldn't get dirty looks."

You gave your friend a knowing face.

"It's fine Chan." Seungmin smiled, stirring his drink with his straw, "Just go."

Chan looked at you with an apologetic look.

You shrugged. "We'll just try again some other time."

He smiled. "Alright. See you guys." He stood with Chaewol, who gave you the nastiest look as Chan led her out.

"The waitress wasn't even looking." Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She's obviously jealous." Hyunjin huffed. "I would be too if my boyfrie-"

Seungmin elbowed him.

You looked between the two confused. "What?"

"Nothing." They both said.

Minho grabbed. a bunch of tissues from the dispenser in the middle of the table and tried forcing Hyunjin to eat them.

You burst into a fit of laughter as a waiter came over with water to help the spluttering Hyunjin.

Your phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram, you opened it and sucked in a breath at the post. It was of Chan and Chaewol at a bubble tea shop, she was kissing his cheek.

Hyunjin looked at your phone and sighed. "It's fine."

You nodded, "Yeah. Say any of you up for barbecue?"

Seungmin smiled, "Let's go."

It was late now, well past midnight, Chaewol was asleep, and Chan lie awake. He sucked in a breath, rolling onto his side and grabbing his phone, he opened Instagram and squeezed his phone. The picture Chaewol had taken earlier had blown up, "he's so sweet" and "you're so lucky" flooded the comments. He kept scrolling and stopped at a post where you were in a shopping cart and Changbin was pushing you, while Jisung was in a separate cart and Hyunjin struggled to push him. He laughed lightly and paused at a post from 30 minutes ago, that would've been 1am, you were at a table with the other guys. Jeongin was out cold on the table and the rest of them looked drunk stupid except for Minho, probably the driver..

Chan felt his heart clench. When was the last time he'd gone out like that with the rest of you.

He tapped your profile and scrolled through your recent posts, baking with Felix, cooking with Minho, gym day with Han and Changbin, movie night with a friend, a guy, he didn't know..

He stared at the image for a moment before swiping to the next, same guy, laying on his back between your legs, head rested on you stomach, your fingers in his hair, all that was visible, his nose and eyes.

Chan whispered softly, "Who the fuck is that."

Chaewol rolled over, murmuring, "What is it?"

"Nothing." Chan said, "Go back to sleep."

Chan looked through the comments,

Hongjoongisworld 1w Wow, so that's where my snacks went.

HWWAAA 1w Lucky.

former stronk man 1w ;-; why wasn't I invited.

and you tagged Sannie..?

Chan tapped the tag and exhaled slowly at all the pictures of a muscular man with a square jaw and pretty face. So this was Sannie. This was the man doing things he should be, Choi San, who goes to an entirely different school from you.

Chan jumped as suddenly his phone was gone. "Chae-"

"He's hot.." She scrolled through San's profile and hummed. Then her face fell.

Chan leaned over looking at his phone, there you were, phone covering half your face as you took the picture, San behind you, his arm wrapped a little too tight around your waist. Chan took his phone from Chaewol and put it down.

"Go to sleep." He huffed, rolling to face away from her.

Chaewol stared at Chan in the darkness for a long moment before pursing her lips. He's not mad that I called that other guy hot. He's made that Y/N is close to him... And she rolled to face away from Chan, biting her pink nails. What could she do to you?

You were drunk, buzzed, completely inebriated. To the extent Minho had to call someone to pry you off the pole outside of the bar. He'd used your phone and called someone you had labeled as Mr Sannie

Mr Sannie turned out to be someone named Choi San, he was a close friend of yours apparently, and you hugged him poking his face and neck as he half carried, half dragged you to his car.

Minho stared at San for a long time. What is Chan even going to say..

In light of your recent Instagram posts and a long call with Minho, Chan decided to leave Chaewol at home and go hang out with you for the first time in a long while. It was fun, running around being stupid with you. You and Chan were eating ice cream in the park when he asked suddenly.

"Who's San?"

You blinked a bit surprised. "He's a friend of mine."

Chan looked at you before looking back at his ice cream. "Just a friend?"

"Of course." You laughed, it trailed off as you realized he was serious. "Chan, San is just my friend."

Chan looked at you and smiled, "Good."

You didn't exactly know how to respond to that. Good why?

Your phone buzzed and you looked at it, there was a message from Yongbok to the group chat your friend group had.

lixie 3:47pm We're having a party off campus, you senior citizens tryna join in?

He Who Feeds Them Tissues 3:47pm I will if Chan will.

OMG SLAY💅🏻 3:48pm Why are we senior citizens...

Chubby Cheeks 3:48pm Because you've already graduated.

Hangry 3:48pm But we're not senior.

OMG SLAY💅🏻 3:48pm Minho and Chan are.

He Who Feeds Them Tissues 3:47pm You haven't eaten tissues in a while have you Hyunjinnie.

Me 3:49pm You're cooked. 💀

Loaf 3:49pm I'll go. Hyunjin hide.

Channie 3:49pm LOLLL

STAAA 3:49pm OMG GRANDPA LEARNED LINGO

lixie 3:50pm 😧 never thought i'd live to see it.

You giggled and looked at Chan who rolled his eyes.

Your phone buzzed again and Chan peeked over your shoulder, tensing at the sight of Sanniepoo..

Mr Sannie 3:50pm There's a party. Go with me?

Chan looked at you, you hadn't clicked the notification, hesitating.

"Are you going to go?" You asked him.

He bit his lip, "I have to ask Chaewol."

You looked down at your phone and tapped Mr Sannie's chat, typing something. "It's fine." You looked at your phone again and stood, "I have to go meet up with a friend."

Chan opened his mouth to say something, that friend was San, this guy he didn't know, who his own girlfriend thought was hot. You were going to meet up with this guy...

"Bye, Channie." You said before he could get any words out.

And you were gone.

You were sitting in class biting your pen and trying to study in art history before the teacher arrived, when you heard the steps then the whispers. You didn't bother looking up until a pink purse was thrown on your textbook.

You knew that purse, you'd helped Chan pick out that purse for...

"You really think you're funny." Chaewol said. Her group of girls dressed as if this were still high school looked at you with disgusted looks.

You looked up at her. "Am I laughing?"

The chatter in the class died.

"Leave my boyfriend alone." She said.

You raised a brow. "You think I'm messing with Chan?"

"Chris. Doesn't want you."

You stood, "What makes you think I want Chan?"

"Why else would you be all over other guys to get his attention?"

The class gasped.

"I've done a lot of stupid shit, but trying to get a guy's attention is not on that list yet." You said glaring at her.

"You're such a liar!" One of her friends said. "We've seen the pics of you with the guys from KQ Uni."

Chaewol got in your face. "Listen here, Y/N, if you don't leave Chan alone, it's going to be and you."

You sucked in a breath, "Back up."

"If I don't?" She asked.

"How old are you, Chaewol?" You asked irritated.

Chaewol smirked and turned, letting her hair extensions hit you as she grabbed her purse.

You pursed your lips.

You hadn't expected to be greeted by San's car outside of school as you left.

He gave you the corniest smirk as you got in, "I have a surprise for you."

You tilted your head, "What is it?"

He held a out a small box covered in blue velvet and you took it, opening the box you smiled at the sight of a plain black ring band. engraved in silver on the inside was "Dumass #1"

You burst out laughing and put the ring on as San held up his right hand, showing his matching band. You two took several pictures before San started driving.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"You know me so well," you smiled.

You took several more stupid pictures and a few pictures of your food, you were going to post the images but then you remembered what Chaewol had said.

"Why else would you be all over other guys to get his attention?"

You shook your head and pressed post.

"We should go meet the guys, they're out and about today." San hummed.

You nodded, "Okay."

You were laying in bed scrolling when Chan called you, you stared at your phone for a moment before answering. "Helloooo?"

"Uh.."

You heard the shakiness in his voice as he spoke.

"Can you come over? I- Chaewol and I aren't talking." He said sniffing.

"Chan what happened?" You sat up in bed, it wasn't the first time something like this happened...

You were at his house in 20 minutes, staring at your friend as he sniffled and allowed you before hugging you. You patted his back and made him sit as he cried about Chaewol cheating on him... again.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Of course not Channie." You smoothed his hair and smiled at him gently. "She's the problem."

He muttered something about not being good at anything and lied down on the couch, resting his head on your lap.

You spent most of the night comforting Chan and relaxed when you got him to go to sleep. You stared at your friend's sleeping face, so content and calm as if in his dreams he'd forget about everything. You smiled slightly and leaned back against the couch falling asleep yourself, sure this would be the last time, positive...

When you woke up Chan wasn't laying on your lap and you assumed he'd gotten up to go do something but as you were about to stand you heard the voices by the door...

"Chris, you know it didn't mean anything. I love you babe." Chaewol sobbed.

"Please don't..." You heard Chan sigh.

"Chan!" She sobbed louder, and you heard her fall to the floor, "Babe it won't happen again! I swear! I love you, please!"

He wouldn't... right?

"Chaewol stand up."

"Not until you forgive me." She sniffed.

You exhaled slowly as Chan told her, "Come back later."

"Chrissy please-"

"I'm serious."

"Fine."

You heard the door close then Chan was back in the living room staring at you.

"Y/N-"

"It's fine. Just enjoy yourself." You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, before leaving him standing there.

Chan's mouth was half open he was going to say something, he willed the words out. But a small, "Thanks for coming over." Left his lips instead and was met with the door slamming.

Chan kissed Chaewol and muttered, "You did so good for me."

Chaewol lay there on the bed trying to catch her breath, after cleaning up, Chan got into bed and Chaewol was already out cold. He rubbed her head gently, then he got a text from Changbin.

Baby Changbin 7:59pm Did you see what Y/N posted?

Chan opened instagram, there was a bunch of posts with you and a bunch of guys he didn't know, there was more with that Choi San... and he scrolled to this afternoon, food, you two being stupid, then.. a picture of your hand and someone else's, someone Chan could assume was San, wearing matching rings.

Chan bit his lip and looked at his jewelry drawer. He'd stopped wearing the necklace that matched yours because Chaewol thought it was "intrusive" and "a physical show of emotional cheating".

That left one thing...

"Baby." Chan shook Chaewol gently.

"Huh?" She groaned.

"There's a party tomorrow," He muttered.

"I know." She opened her eyes a little.

"Can we go?"

"Yeah whatever, let me sleep..."

Chan lie back and stared at the pictures of you and San.

He opened his chat with Changbin.

Me 8:02pm He goes to KQ Uni?

Baby Changbin 8:02pm They all do

Me 8:03pm We're going to that party.

The day of the party Chan pulled up in front of the old college he once attended, where you and Chaewol currently went. He had come on Chaewol's request, so he could take her to buy a new outfit for the party.

He saw you and Jisung and was about to get out of his car to go talk to you but another car pulled up. Chan froze as he got out of the driver's seat and hugged you then began counting on his fingers while making an exaggerated face. Jisung cackled. You rolled your eyes and pushed San's head, he faked a hurt expression and opened the front passenger side door for you.

Chan squeezed the wheel and this time got out of the his car, he would've approached but the sound of a squeal made him look away from you, Chaewol and her friends came over and she threw herself on him.

She looked in your direction, then made a face, "That's the guy from KQ Uni isn't it?"

Chan didn't answer, eyes glued on the way you and San went back and forth before you finally got into the car and Jisung got in the back seat.

Chaewol shook him slightly. "Chris?"

Chan's eyes met San's as he closed the door. All the man did was smile before getting into his car and driving away taking you with him.

Chaewol squeezed Chan's arm. "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." Chan lied, "Let's go, hm? Gotta make you look even more beautiful."

Chan pulled up to the party with Chaewol and her friends. He got out and opened the door for Chaewol, who quickly scampered to join her other friends. Chan shook his head and started looking around for his friends, then he saw Minho, there was a group of guys with him, Chan could only recognize San.

He approached and San smiled at him, Minho patted Chan on the shoulder and introduced him to the rest of the men. "This is my good friend Chan. Channie, this is San, Seonghwa and Yunho."

Chan nodded and smiled, "Have you seen Y/n?"

"Oh, she ran off with Seungmin somewhere." Minho said. "Probably to get drinks."

"Oh, okay."

San raised a brow at Chan, "You know Y/N?"

"She's my friend from high school." Chan said.

Seonghwa looked between the two sensing the tension and laughed nervously, "I'm going to go.. get us some drinks? Yunho come with me." Seonghwa grabbed Yunho and dragged him away.

MInho stared at the two in shock, "Hey, hey, hey. It's a party, don't look so aggressive.."

San nodded, "Of course."

A moment later, you and Seungmin came bouncing back giggling like little children. Seungmin grabbed Minho, "Hyunjin wants to dance with you." And he dragged him away.

Chan smiled at you. You gave him a hug and poked his nose, "Didn't think you'd make it."

"I'm here." Chan shrugged.

San's mouth fell open dramatically and he made a face at you. "Am I invisible???"

You gave him a side eye. "I saw you earlier."

San clutched his chest, "So cruel..." he faked tears then the two of you started laughing.

Chan felt a tug on his arm, he looked at Chaewol.

"Oh," She looked at you and San.

San looked past you at Chaewol and you turned, pursing your lips ina. tight smile.

"Hi," Chaewol smiled at you and then looked at San, "I'm Chaewol."

"San," He nodded before looking right at Chan as if asking with his eyes So you have a girlfriend... San smiled at you and grabbed you, "Y/N we should dance."

Chan was about to say something but Chaewol pulled him away, "Babe we should go get some drinks."

Chan wanted to pull away he wanted to say no but then.

"Christopher."

He looked at Chaewol and smiled, "Ok."

As the party neared its end, Chan didn't know where Chaewol was, but he was too drunk to wonder. Minho had found him half passed out on the couch and helped him up. Minho helped Chan walk and eventually found you, talking to San's friend Seonghwa.

"He's too buzzed yo drive and Chaewol is no where to be seen." Minho said before carefully passing Chan's weight to you.

You stumbled slightly and somehow managed to support him. Seonghwa helped you before you fell over, you carried Chan to Seonghwa's car and tossed him in the back seat.

Seonghwa drove you to Chan's house and parked before asking, "Are you okay to carry him in alone?"

"Of course, I've got him." You laughed, and woke up a half asleep Chan in the backseat before helping him walk to his front door and convincing him after a bit of bickering to open the door. he trudged into the house and flopped face first onto the couch.

You laughed and he looked at you.

"Are you going?" he asked quietly.

You stopped laughing and nodded.

"Why...?"

"Because I have to go home, Chaewol wouldn't like seeing me here." You said.

Chan sat up and looked at you, "Please don't go."

You stared at him, "Chan-"

Before you could protest he hugged your waist and buried his face in your belly. "Please.

You stood between staring down into his eyes as he looked up at you. "I can't... Chaewol might get angry."

Chan's grip on your relaxed for a brief second. Then it tightened again and he whispered, "I don't care... Please... Stay. I need you to stay."

"You're drunk." You shook your head and started pry yourself away from Chan but he held you tighter.

"Would you be mad at me if I told you I liked you?" He muttered.

"No." You said quietly. "I'd ask you why."

"And if I said I love you?"

You stared at Chan. "You're not thinking straight." You started to pull away but he squeezed you for a moment.

"I don't need to think." He stood up and smiled gently at you, "It feels better if I'm with you." He hugged you completely against him and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Chan I-"

"Don't push me away right now... I might cry if you do." He breathed.

You held him as his body relaxed against yours. And the door opened.

You weren't sure what happened between the door opening and where you were now. What you did know was that you were going to beat the crap out of the person pulling your hair.

Chaewol pulled your hair and screamed at you as her friend tried pulling her back. It was a mess of punches and scratches and hair-pulling. "Boyfriend stealing, home-wrecking BITCH!" Chaewol screamed as she pulled your hair.

"You're the one who can't keep your legs closed!" You shouted, swinging at her.

"Don't come back here! Keep your hands off Chris!" She shouted as Chan pulled you off her and she kicked at you still gripping your hair.

You grasped on her hair as well and pulled out her hair extensions. "You fucked your relationship over yourself! You cheater! You ugly, ungrateful- OOOH!" You threw her extensions in her face as Chan picked you up around the waist and carried you out the door.

"Christopher! Get back here! Bring her back right now!" Chaewol shouted as her friend tried calming her down.

You were trying to get away from Chan as he dumped you on the ground and held you so you wouldn't run back to keep fighting.

"Chan are you even living?!" You shouted. "Howw do you let her treat you like that! It's your house, your money, your LIFE!" You pulled away from him and started walking away.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back hugging you tightly. "Please." he muttered. "I love you."

You stared blankly for a moment. "Huh?"

"I need you." He pulled back and looked at you.

"You're probably just in shock and drunk."

He shook his head slowly, "I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting and screaming and everything.." He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "Please."

And you didn't stop him as he kissed you.

Chaewol was faking tears the following monday in class and everyone was running to her to console her. Except you.

"Chaewol don't cry." Someone said rubbing her shoulder. "What happened?"

"I went home after the p-party. And Ch-Chan and Y/N were all over each other," She sobbed.

The whole class shot you dirty looks, you kept about your business staring at your text book.

"A-And then..." She snuffed. "We had a fight and Chan carried her out." She sobbed dramatically.

You made no move of any kind when some girls came up to you asking if it was true.

"IT GETS WORSE!" Chaewol shrieked. "THAT HOMEWRECKER KISSED HIM OUTSIDE TOO!"

You closed your textbook and got up from your seat, going to leave. As you stepped out of the building Chaewol's friends flocked behind you.

What you hadn't anticipated to see outside was Chan, he leaned against his car looking at his phone. Looking up at the sight of you and the other girls.

"Where's Chaewol?" he asked.

"She's inside crying over your sorry ass." One of her friends spat.

Chan opened his car and pulled out three pink suitcases and set it on the side walk. "Tell her to come get her stuff. If I missed anything she can come get it herself."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Chaewol's voice came from the front entrance and you turned to see her running out and down the steps where she grabbed Chan. "Chris! Chrissy! Baby! Honey!"

Chan pulled his hand away from hers.

"WHY?!" She screamed, other students were looking through class windows or from where they were walking.

"I'm tired. I'm so tired." Chan said simply and grabbed your hand.

You gasped as he put you in the car. "Chan-" You started as Chaewol tried to open your door.

"Let them try." He said locking the doors and looking at you. "I want to talk to you."

When you were a sophmore in high school and Chan was a senior, you became fast friends. Not that Chan wanted to be your friend, really, he had been hoping to get your number and possible convince you to date him. But he'd failed miserably as Minho told him countless times before.

You'd have been lying if you had said you weren't into him, he was sweet and funny and gorgeous. But when he went to JYPU, he met a girl from another school, she was sweet at first, but when they started dating things didn't work out well. At least for Chan. The first time he'd called you crying saying that he and Chaewol had fought you thought it was normal. But the more it happened, the less normal it seemed to you...

And then he didn't speak to you for months on end... because Chaewol said he couldn't.... Becuase Chaewol didn't trust you.

And when she'd cheated and you suggested breaking up, it wasn't even a day before he'd forgiven her. And you couldn't help but wonder why. Why you were in this car staring at your hands? Why you let him drag you out? Why you let him kiss you?

Chan whispered quietly. "I talked to San."

You looked at him.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not you fau-"

"It is." He rested his head on the steering wheel. "I let Chaewol take over my life, and every time she lied and betrayed and and promised it wouldn't happen again it did... and I let it happen." he sat up and turned to you. "I'm sorry."

You sucked in my breath. "You shouldn't apologize. You couldn't have known better.."

"But I did know better." He looked at you. "I've known better- No, I knew you were better. I just.. I was scared you didn't want me back. Let me tell you when I'm sober. While you'll listen.."

"Channie." You stared at him.

He leaned in. "Can I.." he said quietly.

You nodded slowly and Chan leaned into you, his soft breath against your lips before he kissed you gently. He pulled away and whispered. "I love you."

You looked into his eyes. "I love you too..."

Your phone buzzed in your bag for god knows what time. Chan's lips were on your neck, you whined as he sucked a dark mark to the skin.

You moaned as he rutted against you. Rubbing his tented crotch against your clothed pussy. He pressed his thumb to your lip, "Suck." He muttered.

You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb obediently. He groaned and pulled your shirt over your head. Chan kissed down your chest and removed your bra before moving lower and pulling off your pants. He kissed your thighs and smiled at the wet spot on your pantie. "This for me?"

He pulled your pantie off and licked a big strip of your pussy and moaned into you. You grabbed his hair.

"This is mine. You hear?" He looked up at you, coffee colored eyes dark and pupils blown wide. "This pussy is mine."

You whimpered and nodded.

"Good girl." He whispered before shoving his tongue into you.

You squealed.

"And the rest was..." You smiled to yourself blushing deeply.

"So then what?" Seonghwa asked as he sipped his coffee.

"You horny little-." San slapped him.

You rolled your eyes and smiled as your phone buzzed with a message from Chan.

Channie🥰 2:14pm I wanna take you out, text me when you get home.

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[yesimwriting]

thinking about bestfriend!felix who's known for being touchy within his social circle, so when he holds your hand as you walk around campus and leaves giggly kisses against your cheek, your jaw, your neck after a few drinks, you think nothing of it.

especially because it comes up in conversation from time to time. everyone that hangs out with him regularly enough has at least one story: felix smoothed circles against my back until i fell asleep on the bathroom floor after a party; he's kissed the top of my head twice; i've never seen him end a hug first.

and you've seen things--at parties, while studying, while out with friends in general. so you genuinely have no reason to think there's anything strange or different about the way he treats you, and neither does anyone else.

at first.

one night, when you're still new enough to felix and his world that you feel extremely out of place at a party that he invited you to, he calls you over to where he and his friends are sitting. you walk over to them, greeting everyone politely before moving to take the available space next to felix.

he grabs your wrist before you can actually sit. you're confused, but given little time to react. felix mumbles an absentminded, "c'mere" before pulling you towards his lap. it's a little flustering, but you sit, because that's just how felix is.

okay. normal enough. conversation continues. no one thinks twice about it. farleigh thinks it's a bit of overkill, but just assumes it's a combination of alcohol and maybe an attempt at laying the groundwork to hook up with you a little later in the night.

then, someone asks about potential vacation plans over break and farleigh brings up an inside joke from the last trip he and felix went on. it's casual, but it's clear that felix is supposed to say something.

farleigh looks over in time to see felix holding one of your hands to his lips. alright. still not the most egregious display of platonic affec--felix takes his time pressing kisses to each of your knuckles.

it's not just the gesture. it's the way felix watches your reaction through his lashes and the amount of care in his focus. as if you're the only one in the room. there's a patience there that's practically devoted.

maybe farleigh had it wrong. he thought you were just one of those platonic friends that felix would cart around for a few months before getting bored. maybe it's more romantic, or at the very least sexual.

then felix's eyebrows draw together. "you're cold." you start to say that you're fine, but before you can get the words out, felix is holding both of your hands between his.

in the beat that it takes farleigh to recover from the slightly nauseating display, the rest of the group has gone quiet. they're all watching felix dote on you like you're the reason for the moon hanging in the sky. annabel whispers something about the "unsuspecting".

farleigh eventually tries again, directly stating felix's name. he finally looks up, a little confused, as if coming out of a trance. farleigh repeats his earlier comment, finally getting a reaction from felix. the group recovers because while the moment had been almost uncomfortably intimate for something so casual, this is far from the first time felix has started (casually) seeing an 'outsider'.

some time passes and you finish your first drink. when felix notices, he asks if you want another. you tell him that you don't mind getting your own, but felix is insistent. you stand so that he can get up.

a part of you wishes you could have found an excuse to go with him. the gesture, in theory, is nice, but without felix's protection, being left with his friends feels like he's thrown you to the wolves.

annabel, a little tipsy and now curious asks, "so, how long have you and felix..." she trails off with a knowing look.

you kind of get what she's implying, but it feels like too random and too unfitting of an assumption to be accurate. "oh, we've been friends since around right after syllabus week, felix ask--"

"no," she shakes her head, "i mean--" she tries again, this time asking with precise language.

your face grows a few degrees warmer. "oh." the slight laugh that follows the syllable is too genuine for it to be you playing coy. "no, it's not--we're friends."

friends. you genuinely believe it. annabel fixes you with a tight lipped smile that makes something in your stomach knot.

you decide that her question must have been prompted by you sitting on felix's lap. you've also heard enough stories about them to assume that they have an on again off again, sort of thing, and because you really don't want to make an enemy of her, you try to justify it, "that was just--you've known him way longer, he's just like that."

oh my god. he's fooled you. completely convinced you that that's normal. before annabel can really react, felix comes back. he hands you your drink and kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you. he doesn't ask you to go back to where you were sitting before, but he does keep a hand on your knee.

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some bestfriend!reader concepts ft oliver

another bestfriend! felix blurb :)

bestfriend! felix and reader basically dating

[hobivore]

Don't wanna know about fallin' down | HHJ

— Hwang Hyunjin x reader (f)

“You know, for what it’s worth,” he finally speaks up, turning around, taking a deep breath. “It really was an accident—” “Shut up!” you hiss, a pointed finger stabbing at the air between you. There’s a beat of silence where he seems to mull something over as he looks at your hand, an inexplicable expression on his face. Then his gaze returns to yours. “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” 

AU/Trope: enemies to lovers, smut (minors DNI)

Warnings: marking (hickeys), basically they bicker & bang

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Based on the prompt"Shut up!" "Why don't you come over here and make me?" This piece was originally uploaded to my old sideblog linoguistics, so you might've seen this on tumblr before.

© hobivore Reposts, translations and modifications are not allowed. All events and characters are fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

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“Why I invited him? It’s my birthday! He’s my friend!”

Felix pushes the shopping cart down the narrow aisle, its wobbly wheels rattling loudly. “I know you don’t get along, but you’re my friend too. Please.” He looks at you with that sad puppy look in his eyes, the one you’re unable to say no to. “The brownie mix. Two boxes.”

You grab the boxes from the shelf and throw them into the cart with a little more force than necessary, sighing deeply. “Fine. I’ll come. But I’ll need booze. And some of your special brownies.” 

Felix beams at you. “That can be arranged!” He adds another package to the cart, turning back to you with a frown. “I still don’t understand why you hate him that much. You should give him another chance, he’s actually very swee—”

“He’s an asshole,” you bite back, irritated. You don’t want to have this conversation but you know Felix means well, so you soften your demeanour. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” 

He squeezes your arm. “I know. The two of you are more alike than you think—” he busies himself with finding his wallet when he sees the murderous glint in your eyes, “—okay, nevermind! I don’t know, just pretend he isn’t there.” He smiles at you, eyes crinkling. “Stick to Chan’s side and you’ll be fine.”

You are, in fact, not fine. 

Sticking to Chan’s side had lasted exactly 40 minutes before he’d shoved his tongue down some girl’s throat. With a disgusted look you watch how the two of them swap saliva, nearly knocking a bottle of vodka off the kitchen counter in their attempt at full body cell fusion. 

“Ew, that’s gross.” 

You recognise the voice before its owner enters your peripheral. “So are you.” 

“Good evening to you too, sunshine.” 

Hyunjin saunters into the kitchen like he owns it, leaning against the dining table with his hands curled around the edge, the human embodiment of nonchalance. Unfortunately, he does not look gross at all, dressed in jeans and a white tee that sits just below his collarbone. He's cut his hair since you last saw him, black instead of blond now, and you hate to admit he looks good in any length or colour. 

Your gaze drifts down to his right hand, two silver rings adorning his ring and index fingers. When you look up again you catch his amused smile, the subtle lift of his eyebrows indicating he knows exactly what you're thinking. 

The man knows he's hot. It's infuriating. 

When you turn your attention back to the couple, you’re just in time to see the girl drag Chan out of the room, neither of them sparing you and Hyunjin as much as a glance. 

Great, now you’re alone with him. So much for friends. 

There had been a time where you’d considered Hyunjin to be one—before he’d won that painting contest that should’ve been yours. 

You’d met him when he joined your shared workspace. He’d been friendly at first, always attentive, bordering on flirty sometimes—not like you’d minded at all. And much like you, he’d often stayed at the atelier until early morning. You’d enjoyed his presence even if the two of you worked in silence for the most part. He’d liked to paint flowers, ones he brought himself, their scent filling up the small space. It suited him.

You grimace at the memory of him leaving pretty bouquets on your workbench. 

Hyunjin was a talented artist and you wouldn't have minded losing to him if you had been given a fair chance. But one morning you'd come into the studio and found your submission ruined: the paint smudged, fingerprints and remnants of dirty water all over it. 

He had been fidgety, overly apologetic, insisting he had spilled a glass of water over it by accident. But everyone knew it'd be a close call between the two of you. It’d obviously been a quick way to take out the competition, with you nearly finished and only two days left until the submission deadline. You weren't stupid. 

His face, however, is—and it only serves to fuel your annoyance. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He blinks at you. “Celebrating Felix’s birthday, like everyone else in this house.”

“I mean here. In the kitchen.” You wave a hand around the room. 

“I was looking for more wine glasses but found you instead.” He opens a cupboard, sticking his head inside. “Didn’t know this was your personal castle, princess.” 

You glower at him, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck at his use of the pet name. 

A loaded silence fills the kitchen as he rummages through the cabinets. You’re not sure why you stay there instead of joining the others in the living room—perhaps it’s the tension between Hyunjin’s shoulder blades that keeps your eyes glued to him, how he seems to reluctantly gather his thoughts, on the verge of saying something but still holding back. 

“You know, for what it’s worth,” he finally speaks up, turning around, taking a deep breath. “It really was an accident—”

You fold your arms in front of your chest. You haven’t had nearly enough to drink to deal with him. With his lies and his annoying, stupidly attractive self crossing the room towards you—

“Shut up!” you hiss, a pointed finger stabbing at the air between you. There’s a beat of silence where he seems to mull something over as he looks at your hand, an inexplicable expression on his face. Then his gaze returns to yours.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” 

It only takes a second to process his words, but before your brain can catch up, your body’s already moving: two large strides and you’re right in front of him, your hand reaching out to fist his shirt and pull him in, mouth crashing against his.

He freezes, caught off-guard, before he backs you up against the kitchen counter, tongue sweeping along your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck and he slots his thigh between yours, hands on your hips, pushing you down against him. 

When you pull back, panting, all you can see are his kiss-bitten lips and flushed cheeks. You have no doubt you’re not much better off. “You’re a terrible kisser,” you lie. 

“Why are you always such a bitch?” He trails his lips down your jaw, along your neck, smiling as he finds the spot that makes you shiver. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” 

His low chuckle resonates in his chest and he stands straight again, sliding one hand up your bare legs, under your skirt, silver rings cold against your skin. His fingers trace the outline of your pussy through your panties and you whine involuntarily, unable to hold back the sound. You silently curse at yourself when he grins down at you. 

“Sounds like you’re enjoying this too. Do you miss me now that I’ve got a new studio?”

“Fuck off—” you start, the rest of the sentence dying in your throat when he shoves your underwear to the side and taps his fingers to test the waters, pushing two past your entrance with ease upon finding you already dripping for him. You try to ignore the slick noises filling the kitchen, cheeks warming at how wet and dirty it sounds, anger mixing with pleasure. 

“Hyunjin—ah—not here,” you warn, and he laughs.

“Why? Don’t want anyone to walk in and see you soaking my fingers? Fuck, you’re so wet—” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing soft circles around it, teasing, and it’s maddening. But what’s worse is your response: how you arch into him, prior protest replaced by the tense knot forming in your belly. 

“Gonna ruin this sweet cu—ah!” Hyunjin whimpers when you drag your nails down his back, underneath his shirt, and you send him an innocent smile.

"Like you ruined my painting?" you ask sweetly, sucking a large bruise into the hollow of his neck, determined. He won't be leaving this room without your marks littered all over his skin, a sun-kissed canvas stained and on display for everyone to see. 

“You’re insufferable,” he mumbles as your teeth graze his collarbone, “wanna fuck you so bad. Might shut you up for once.” 

You laugh. “What makes you think I’d let you?” 

Hyunjin smiles smugly, his hand between your legs suddenly stilling, ignoring your scowl as he removes it and sucks his glistening fingers into his mouth. He taps them lightly against your cheek before turning on his heels, leaving you panting and dumbfounded against the kitchen counter.

He grabs a couple of wine glasses from a cabinet on his way out, looking back at your seething figure, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Just a hunch.”

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