#felix x reader

[bbokicidal]

greedy, greedy boys. | [SKZ]

have you been waiting? oh, i'm so sorry.~

warnings: spit kink (jeongin) (the crowd cheers), possessive behavior, jealousy, car sex, fem terms used.

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Possessive!Chan who hates when people make comments towards you at galas or shows; People who question if you're a manager or makeup artist even when you're holding his hand and wearing a three hundred thousand dollar dress. It makes you feel down about yourself, but Chan's always eager to show you just why you're perfect for him - by bending you over in the restroom and making you submit to him of course; Pulling your dress up, tugging your panties aside and barely even pulling his cock out to slip into your gummy walls. Already so wet for him, too. You must really love to see him in suits, hm? "See? Look at how pretty you are for me; How you take care of me so well and let me fuck you wherever I want. You're my perfect, pretty girl."

Possessive!Minho who get not wary, but jealous every time he spots a guy looking your way. On one hand, he doesn't blame them, but on the other he hates every second of it. He always ends up pulling you out of the mall and to the company car so he can fuck you in the backseat - and when you whine out "mmmh -- why are you - doing this now?~" he'll just huff out a laugh. "Why? Everyone in there was looking at you like you were a piece of meat. Just wanna make sure they know who you belong to." He'll groan, his lips parted as he ruts into you so quick that the leather crinkles and whines under his knees. When he's done, he makes sure to keep your panties so you have to walk through the mall with his cum dripping down your thighs. Now everyone knows who owns you.

Possessive!Changbin who litters your neck with bite marks so bright that you can't even think of covering them with makeup. He just loves doing it when you can't protest, not that you would anyways. He'll catch you off guard by sneaking up behind you, littering your neck with kisses while you do your makeup before clamping down and making you moan so loud he's sure your apartment neighbors heard it. He does it right before events, too - does it before going out to dinner with the boys because he's noticed Jisung ogling you in the past. Changbin says it's just for fun but it's most definitely a way of claiming you in front of everyone. He'll also make a show of touching you under the table, pinching your thighs and giggling at your reactions. He wants everyone to know he's the only one you want.

Possessive!Hyunjin who gets jealous just seeing other guys on your phone. He knows you won't cheat but seeing you like other guys' posts - even if it's just Felix or Chan on Instagram - makes his blood bubble with need to show you he's better than them. He's instantly all over you, crawling between your legs and shoving your phone out of your hands, pinning your wrist to the mattress under his own and lazily grinding his hips down into yours as he whispers about how you should be giving him attention instead. Don't you want him? Don't you want to feel his huge, heavy cock dragging against your walls and making you feel so good? He can give that to you, you know; All you have to do is beg him for it. ~

Possessive!Jisung who itches for attention any time he's with you. He doesn't mind you wearing whatever you want but he knows you'll get looks in that pretty black dress so before you go out, he has to find a way to make sure everyone you interact with knows you're taken. He's simple about it; He'll fuck you good and hard up against the entryway wall right before you head out, pushing his cock as deep as he can into you so you've got that cute post-sex wobble the rest of the evening. He just thinks it's so cute when you can't walk because of him and every time he notices it as the night goes on, it makes him think back to the way you were gasping and whining in his ear about how big he is. Which, for a while, boosts his ego and pushes any jealous away.

Possessive!Felix who gets this dark, brooding look in his eyes when he gets jealous. On one hand he knows he's hot shit and doesn't need to worry, but on another - he saw that guy grab your hip earlier. Where other members might growl about how bad they need you or want you, Felix will wait until you get home before pushing himself onto you - pinning you against the kitchen island, lifting you up onto it and standing between your thighs while he whimpers into your ear and begs you to tell him he's everything you'll ever need. He'll shove his tongue into your pussy until you're trembling and in tears, pulling his hair tight and gasping about how he's the best you've ever had; And he knows. He just loves the feeling of you stroking his ego after five hours of fueled but silent jealousy.

Possessive!Seungmin who is far more subtle with his feelings. He realized early on in the relationship that you were eye candy for everyone in the world, so he took to holding your hand every time you go out. A subtle way to show that you're together. Though, the others caught onto what irks him - and Minho and Jisung have taken to flirting with you (playfully, of course) just to rile him up. It ends up being taken out on you instead of them, the tip of his cock kissing at your cervix every time he pounds into you and makes the poor bed squeak - and the next day when you show up to support them at rehearsals, he's giving you a piggyback ride. He'll sit you down and when Changbin prods at why you can't get up, Seungmin will answer for you. "She can't walk right now." His eyes turn to you, "She was being naughty yesterday." Even if Jisung and Minho were technically at fault.

Possessive!Jeongin who knows that you like it when he's riled up. He sits back and watches you play wrestle with Felix, letting you do it as much as you want, before he corners you in the bathroom nearly an hour later when practice gets over with. He'll pin you to the counter with his hands on either side of your hips, only lifting one to grab you by the chin and angle your face up towards him. He watches you giggle and grin up at him, tongue sliding out when you comply as he tells you to "Open your Goddamn mouth." before he spits right in it. If you're really irking him that day, before he leaves he'll give you a little slap on the cheek. Maybe he'll even leave you with a, "Be a good girl and behave."

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[foxxnier]

thoughts of dom!felix...

warnings: breeding (at the end…), fem and afab reader, little dacryphilia, dirty words, good girl use, sorry I love imagining him saying that, I would sleep peacefully if he said that to me... tell me if there is any warning missing

Just thinking about the fact that I see a lot of sub!felix and I totally get the appeal, in fact I totally get the appeal of any of sub!skz, imagine them begging for you so desperately, oh my…

but I've always had a lot of thoughts about dom!felix… tell me if I'm crazy, but think with me:

Felix being affectionate with you all the time, being loving and caring towards you, he loves you after all, he'll make you feel like royalty, but things change when the two of you go to bed…

Imagine the way he marks your neck, running his hand over your crotch as he slowly opens you up, making you beg for him, beg for him to give you what you want.

"So pathetic… desperate."

"Why are you like this? I didn't do anything…"

"You're so wet, is it because of me?"

"What do you want? Tell me, I can't read minds, silly."

Imagine him mistreating your pussy, digging his nails into your thighs, enjoying the noises you make.

"So loud, do you want everyone to hear you?"

Imagine the way he pulls your hair, shoving your mouth on his throbbing cock as he watches your tears streaming down your face, you're so pretty, completely destroyed by his cock :(

"You're so greedy, wanting all of my cock in your mouth"

"Keep going… uh, at least you know how to use your mouth for something other than moaning so loudly"

Imagine the way he holds your face hard against the pillow as he fucks you deep, drool dripping down your chin as all the noises that come out of your mouth are moans and more moans

"Are you gonna let me fill you up with cum, babe?"

"You're gonna let me cum in that tight, sweet pussy, breed you and let everyone know you're mine, right?"

"I'm sure you'll be my pretty good girl and let me do this, you're perfect."

But of course, after all that he would go back to treating you like royalty, caressing you and kissing the marks he left, apologizing if it was too much for you.

He would give you a bath, wash your hair, clean the bed and wrap you in the blanket, hugging you and keeping you safe.

"I love you, darling…" he would whisper, letting you finally rest after long hours.

Just thoughts before bed… am I a little obsessed?

First time I've tried to write something dirty…

Sorry for the English mistakes, it's not my first language :(

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[sereia4skz]

omg u do ot8 poly? Can I request poly!ot8 skz x reader with the #12 prompt please?

500 Followers Event | fake texts

prompt 12: “I am a woman, I am strong and you are soft”

pairing: poly!stray kids x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: some sex jokes, minho being emotionally constipated

SS count: 5

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₊ ⊹❤︎ cw: gn reader (no pronouns), staff member!reader, suggestive jokes, jealous minho, jealous reader, seungmin slaps reader's butt

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[cosmicalily]

'have you ever tried this one?' an ot8 skz smau by @cosmicalily | asking skz 'what position are y'all in?'

"wanna try out some freaky positions?" - 'juno' by sabrina carpenter

author's note: btw everyone who saw those bicep pics today posted by ateez that was all thanks to me dming them saying i was sad and in pain on my period and that bicep pics would fix it (#theylistened) warnings: sex jokes (to be expected, it's literally in the title)

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[nightmarishwaltz]

Stray Kids - What they would be like as boyfriends [HC]

Hey everyone! This was not requested, but I wanted to do something small in-between my Lee Know x y/n fic!

Requests are open! Also, I have an AO3 that these are also being posted on, so if anyone wanted to check that out - here it is!

Bangchan

Constantly checks in on you, even when he’s busy—"Have you eaten?" is his love language.

Holds your hand in a way that makes you feel like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Late-night music sessions where he plays you demos no one else has heard yet—you’re his safe space and muse.

Soft hugs where he wraps his arms around you like he’s trying to shield you from the world.

Lowkey jealous, but never controlling—he just reallycherishes you.

Writes little notes and tucks them into your book bag or hoodie pocket.

Will always let you fall asleep on his chest, no matter how tired he is.

Probably created a “Y/N” playlist he listens to when he misses you.

Encourages your dreams like a life coach—but softer and full of heart.

Makes you feel so seen. You’re not just loved—you’re understood.

Lee Know

Pretends he’s not affectionate, then melts when you kiss his cheek.

Will roast you with love—his teasing is actually his version of flirting.

Cooks for you without asking, always acting like it’s “just because he was hungry too.”

Loves when you help him care for his cats—wants you to become part of his little world.

Secretly plans future trips with you (even if he acts aloof about it).

Will hold your pinky in public like a secret little “I love you.”

Says he doesn’t do PDA, but pulls you close when you’re cold.

You’ll catch him staring at you when you’re focused on something—his love is quiet but intense.

Sends you unflattering selfies to make you laugh, then immediately follows up with a soft voice memo telling you he misses you.

Doesn’t say "I love you" every day—but when he does, it's everything.

Changbin

Holds your hand like it’s a lifeline—firm, warm, and constant.

Is so proud of you. Always hyping you up to friends, staff, and even strangers.

Tries to act tough but is the softest when you're in his arms.

Loves couple workouts or encouraging you to be healthy—"You're strong, but I wanna make you stronger."

Gets a bit pouty when he misses you but softens the second you touch him.

Loves quality time—karaoke nights, movie marathons, doing skincare together.

Will write your name in hearts in his journal and deny it if you ever catch him.

Always has your favorite snacks with him—like it’s second nature.

Wants to protect your peace and be someone you can lean on without fear.

Makes you feel like you’re his whole world.

Hyunjin

Expresses love through art: he draws you, paints memories, writes you little love haikus.

Holds you like you’re made of stardust—gentle but full of meaning.

Always takes you to museums, gardens, or rooftops—he wants to experience beauty with you.

Loves to dress you up in his clothes and photograph you in golden light.

Gets flustered when you compliment him, but absolutely lives for your attention.

Cries during emotional movies and cuddles you like he never wants to let go.

Always notices the small things—your favorite flower, how your eyes light up when you talk.

Likes quiet mornings together: tea, soft music, sleepy forehead kisses.

When he says “I love you,” it sounds like poetry wrapped in velvet.

You become his muse—but also his anchor. You ground him.

Han

Makes you laugh until you cry—he's your personal comedian and safe space.

Gets flustered super easily but always tries to act confident.

Loves when you play with his hair—it instantly calms him down.

Will randomly blurt out, “You’re so cute, I can’t handle it,” mid-conversation.

Writes little raps about you that are both adorable and slightly embarrassing.

Always suggests spontaneous dates—midnight walks, stargazing, random café visits.

Clings to you like a koala when he’s sleepy.

Gets really proud when he makes you happy—your smile means everything.

Gives you his hoodies and watches you swim in them with heart eyes.

Makes even the boring days feel magical just by being himself.

Felix

Smiles like you’re his entire world—because you are.

Morning cuddles? Non-negotiable. He needs them.

Bakes for you all the time, and always remembers your favorites.

Sends you “thinking of you” selfies with soft captions and sun emojis.

Wears matching bracelets or rings to feel close even when you’re apart.

Speaks to you in that deep voice when he’s sleepy—heart. destroyed.

Praises you constantly and genuinely—"You’re so beautiful. I mean it."

Loves gentle touches—tracing your knuckles, brushing your hair out of your face.

Gets emotional sometimes because he feels everything so deeply.

His love is pure, unconditional, and healing. Being with him feels like a warm, golden morning.

Seungmin

Will tease you all day, then tuck you into bed like a literal angel.

Doesn’t say “I love you” often—but proves it in everything he does.

Always remembers the little things—how you take your coffee, what days you’re stressed.

Offers logical advice but never makes you feel dumb for feeling emotional.

His hugs are rare but devastatingly comforting.

Reads beside you in silence, sometimes brushing your pinky with his.

Sends you memes at 3 a.m. with the driest captions possible.

Walks on the road-side of the street without even thinking.

Gives you a hard time about small things, but is always the first to protect you.

Loving Seungmin is quiet, steady, and eternal—he’s your harbor.

Jeongin

A little shy at first, but once he trusts you, he’s all cuddles and laughter.

Blushes easily, especially when you’re affectionate in public.

Holds your hand a little too tight at first, then softens into it like it’s home.

Always asks if you’re okay—he’s very emotionally attentive.

Wants to learn everything about you—your fears, your dreams, your favorite childhood snack.

Loves cozy hangouts: playing games, snacking, cuddling under too many blankets.

Gets super proud when he does something that makes you laugh or smile.

Texts you “I miss you” and immediately regrets it… then texts “never mind” (but means it).

Calls you randomly just to hear your voice.

His love is like a spring bloom—soft, new, full of promise and sunshine.

[sunshinesfreckless]

His Spoiled Princess

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Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just a boyfriend who loves to provide for his girlfriend. All she has to do is sit there, smile at him, and he’ll give her everything.

Warnings: Sex! Sexy, gift-giving boyfriend Felix! MDNI

A/N: I came up with this after realizing how generous Felix is when it comes to buying things for his friends and family… not to mention the gifts he gets for Hyunjin. So, I figured he’d definitely be the type of boyfriend who loves to spoil his partner with gifts all the time.

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It started with a kiss—soft, slow, and dripping with the kind of devotion that made her toes curl. It had been months since they made it official, but Felix still treated her like it was the first day, still looked at her like she was the only girl in the world.

And she was.

Felix didn’t just love her; he worshiped her. In the kind of way that had his black credit card practically burning a hole in his pocket, ready to be swiped at the faintest hint of her desire. New nails? Paid for. Hair, shoes, custom designer clothes? Done before she could even ask. The finest handbags, diamond-studded jewelry, Louis Vuitton robes embroidered with her name in gold thread—because why the fuck would his princess wear anything that wasn’t made just for her?

She wasn’t just spoiled—she was his.

And he made sure she knew it.

When they were out, he never let her speak for herself.

“You’re too pretty to talk to them, baby,” he’d murmur, guiding her behind him with a protective hand at the small of her back, a slight smirk playing at his lips whenever her lashes fluttered up at him in quiet obedience.

Waiters? Male workers? He handled it.

All she had to do was look pretty, smile sweetly, and wait for her Felix to take care of everything.

And she loved it.

The way his voice dropped just for her, low and commanding, the way he made decisions like it was second nature, the way she never had to lift a finger—unless it was to touch him.

She leaned into him, letting her fingers curl into the soft fabric of his sleeve —because she knew the moment they got home, he’d remind her just how much he adored spoiling his princess.

She’s his baby, his favorite thing in the world.

She was draped in luxury. A custom Louis Vuitton robe, soft blush satin embroidered with her name, the gold thread catching the dim bedroom light. It slid like liquid over her skin, barely covering the delicate lace underneath—the set Felix had picked out for her because, as he put it, “My girl deserves the finest.”

Felix sat back against the pillows, watching her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, the kind that made her thighs press together involuntarily. He was relaxed, shirtless, the sharp cut of his collarbones leading down to the smooth plane of his stomach. His legs spread slightly, an invitation disguised as laziness.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with warmth. “Let me see you.”

She stepped closer, letting the robe slip just enough to tease. Felix’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his fingers tapping lazily against his knee as he looked her over like she was something rare, something precious. And she was.

“You know why I got this made for you?” His voice was soft, coaxing, as he reached forward, tracing his fingers over the golden embroidery.

“Because I’m your princess?” she teased, her lips curling as she straddled his lap.

Felix hummed, his hands settling against her waist, warm and steady.

“Mmm. Because you’re my everything.”

Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, his lips were on her throat, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. His grip tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space between them, just the heat of his body and the silk melting between them.

“I don’t just spoil you, baby,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dipping lower. “I worship you.”

And with that, he flipped her beneath him, the silk pooling around them as his mouth claimed hers, slow and thorough, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt—she was his, and he was about to show her just how much that meant.

The box sat prettily on the dining table, a blush pink bow tied perfectly around the packaging. She hadn’t even asked for it—just mentioned it once, and now, here it was.

Felix leaned back in his chair, one arm resting casually on the backrest, watching her expectantly.

“You got me the pink one?” she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“Of course, I did,” he said smoothly. “My princess gets whatever she wants.”

She smiled, stepping between his legs, placing her hands on his broad shoulders as she leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips.

“You spoil me too much, Lixie,” she whispered against his mouth.

Felix chuckled, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her effortlessly into his lap.

“Never too much,” he corrected, his voice low and warm. “Just enough.”

His hands trailed down her hips, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her dress, gathering it higher. The air shifted, the energy between them thickening. Her pulse quickened as his lips grazed her jaw, his voice a gentle murmur against her skin.

“Wanna thank me properly, baby?”

She knew exactly what he wanted. And she wanted it too.

Minutes later, the iPhone was forgotten, still perfectly wrapped on the table. She, on the other hand, was not so put together. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her cheek pressed against the cool marble, Felix’s hands gripping her hips as he moved inside her, slow, deep, thorough. Every thrust sent heat coiling tighter in her stomach, her nails scrambling for purchase against the table as Felix pressed a soothing kiss between her shoulder blades.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Take it, baby. Just like that.”

And when she finally came, Felix held her through it, murmuring soft praises against her skin, kissing her shoulders as he coaxed her down from the high.

“So good for me,” he whispered, turning her head so he could press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “That’s my perfect girl.”

She loved the bag. Not just because it was designer, not just because it was stunning—but because Felix had gotten her a prettier one than Chan’s girlfriend. Just because he could.

Felix smirked as she admired it, his hand resting lazily on her thigh as the car drove through the city streets.

“Like it, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, batting her lashes at him. “You really do take care of me, don’t you?”

Felix chuckled, fingers teasing up the hem of her dress.

“You’re mine,” he said simply. “Of course, I do.”

She smirked, then—deliberately, teasingly—reached under her dress and slipped her panties off, tucking them neatly into the new handbag. Felix’s breath hitched, his grip on her thigh tightening.

“You little—” His voice cut off as she swung a leg over his lap, straddling him right there in the backseat. The driver was long forgotten, the only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the way she grinded against him, slow and teasing.

“Wanna show me just how much you love spoiling me, Lixie?” she purred, rolling her hips.

Felix groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her down onto him, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered:

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Her nails were perfect—long, glossy, diamond-studded tips that caught the dim bedroom light with every flutter of her fingers. Felix had made sure of it. He had paid for the finest salon, made sure she had the most delicate, intricate designs, all because his princess deserved nothing but the best.

And now?

Now those nails were scratching down his back, leaving marks that burned in the best way possible.

Felix groaned, the sound low and wrecked, vibrating against her throat as he pinned her down harder into the mattress. His hands were firm on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted, controlling the way she took every slow, deep thrust.

Her legs trembled around his waist, heels still strapped to her feet, the sharp points pressing into his lower back as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, melting her brain into something useless and syrupy sweet.

“F-Felix—” she gasped, nails digging in harder as he rolled his hips, pushing deeper, stretching her open inch by inch with that torturous, controlled pace.

Felix chuckled against her skin, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he dragged his teeth along her jaw, biting down just enough to make her whimper.

“You like showing off those nails, huh?” His voice was dark, teasing. “Go on, scratch me up, baby. Let me feel how much my princess loves her gifts.”

Her body responded before her mind could—her nails raked down his back, her walls fluttering around him as her legs tightened, drawing him impossibly closer.

Felix hissed through his teeth, a shudder rolling through his body. “Fuck—just like that, baby.” His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so he could press his forehead to hers, his breath hot against her lips.

“You wanna make a mess on my cock, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice pure sin, pure indulgence.

Her head nodded weakly, too dumb, too wrecked to form words.

Felix grinned, kissed her hard, then gave her exactly what she needed.

The slow, teasing rhythm was gone— now, he was fucking her deep, thorough, overwhelming, just like she deserved.

She sobbed his name, nails scraping, legs trembling as she arched into him, completely undone.

“That’s it, princess,” Felix groaned, burying himself deep as she shattered beneath him. His hands smoothed over her shaking body, grounding her as he fucked her through the aftershocks, pressing kisses along her jaw, whispering soft praises against her lips.

“So fucking good for me. My perfect girl.”

And when she finally came down from the high, Felix just smiled, as she was tracing over the red streaks on his back with lazy fingers, his voice soft and full of pride.

“Mmm. Gonna have to take you back to the salon, baby.” He pressed a slow kiss to her temple. “I think we need to get those nails sharpened.”

Felix knew she didn’t love him for his money. It wasn’t about the designer bags, the diamond-studded nails, or the silk sheets he wrapped her in. She never asked for any of it—she deserved it, and that was why he gave it to her.

But what made his chest ache in the sweetest way was the way she loved him back.

It was in the small things—the way she tried to repay him in her own way. The nights she surprised him with a home-cooked meal, even when she giggled and said, “It’s not fancy, but I wanted to try it for you.” The way she curled up in his gaming chair, controller in hand, playing with him until her head drooped against his shoulder, her soft, sleepy voice murmuring, “Just one more round, Lixie.”

And God, the way she waited for him.

She never complained when he was stuck in the practice room late into the night. Instead, she sat there, bundled up in one of his hoodies, watching him dance, cheering for him, waiting until he was finally done so she could wrap her arms around him, press her face into his chest, and whisper, “You worked so hard, baby. I’m proud of you.”

That was what mattered.

Felix could buy her the world, and she would take it with a smile, but she would love him just the same even if he had nothing.

And that was why he had to spoil her.

Because she was his everything. And she deserved to be treated like it.

[lieslab]

When there's monsters on your ceiling, I'll keep you safe

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Pairing: og8 x gn reader

Summary: Your first live stream without the guys and management turns into a disaster.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 2.6k

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, dieting culture, skipping meals, and bullying.

Depression and eating disorder resources

A/N: I'm really on a roll with requests. Remember to be nice to idols (unless they're twats) Requestee, you really hit the mark with this one

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“You think so?” You laughed at one of the comments someone sent through the Instagram live stream you hosted. “I was thinking the same exact thing, it’d be hilarious.”

You were used to doing live streams when needed. Every so often, your schedule announced you were up to bat. Today, management was lenient with you. Your first official solo stream took place in one of the empty JYP meeting rooms. 

You slipped the company phone in the camera holder before pressing the button to start the live. Today, you didn’t have a specific plan. You had beads, a roll of leather lace, and a dream. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. 

For the past half hour, you’d been making friendship bracelets for the guys. With the help of fans, you were determining what colors to make each person’s bracelet. Not only did it feel like a chance to relax, but you enjoyed speaking to the fans one-on-one without your manager silently trying to get you to avoid a topic in the background. 

“So what do you think of Minho’s bracelet?” You held it up to the camera and placed your palm behind it. Pushing it closer to the camera, you held it steady so fans could see. “What do we think?” 

You pulled back after a few seconds, reading a few live stream comments off your phone. You clicked on your own stream and muted the phone to read responses. A smile appeared as you responded to a few comments. 

“Okay, so now I have to make Han’s, obviously. What do we think?” You glanced back up at the camera. “I was thinking about maybe orange, or red? What about both? It reminds me of his song, Volcano.” 

You went back to the comments. “You should make it red and green for Volcano and Alien.” You pulled back and laughed. “I mean, it’s a good idea, but those two colors together remind me of Christmas. I can do red and orange!” 

Seeing that most comments agreed, you reached out for the string to start to measure how much you needed. You were about to cut it when the comment came through. The moment you read it, your heart fell to your chest. 

‘Hey, here’s an idea. How about you leave all the guys alone and leave the group? You’re the weakest member and ruin everything.’ 

You knew you should have sat there and ignored it, but you couldn’t. Anger swelled up and you blinked rapidly, trying to force it down. “Leave the group, huh? Maybe I should. It’s people like you that make idols give up on all their dreams and kill themselves due to all the pressure.” 

You shouldn’t have said the words, but they came out like a free-flowing spout. What does it mean to be an idol? Really. What does it mean? 

It means giving up bodily autonomy to a company. Skipping meals is expected when the scale’s numbers start to go up. When an interview catches you at an unflattering angle, expect a lecture and a new diet spreadsheet. 

Going through dances over and over and over again. Sweating until you’re breathless and assume you’re going to topple over at any moment. Shaking knees and unsteady steps as you try to push yourself up to find the strength to do it all over again. 

Spend hours learning formations and completing sound checks, trying not to give in and read the hate online. When you’re an idol, everything is placed beneath a microscope. Your flaws, your short-comings, your inability to act the right way, or say the correct thing. It’s all televised for the masses to see. 

And god, are they hungry. The razor-sharp teeth of fan-folk on twitter. The faceless comments and nameless profiles that equip themselves with emojis. They beg for new content, but it’s never enough. Treat their favorites with respect, but if they can get away with bashing another group to bring their favorites up, they’ll do it. 

The dark side of the k-pop industry has always been there. They never try to hide it. The collapsing at concerts. The hidden injuries. Companies bowing down to fan requests, even when the idol’s livelihood is at stake and they’ll do it, too. Because in the heart of the idol world, money is the only god being worshipped and there is no bigger god than greed. 

Comments shot your way, trying to understand what happened. Not everyone caught the comment you did, but they heard the words. They caught your empty-eyed gaze into the screen. A brief glimpse into the actual reality. Maybe you really weren’t okay. 

Maybe you were tired of putting on the mask and playing pretend. Some say to get over it. It’s what you signed up for. You deserve it. Get over it. Toughen up and ignore the haters. Not everyone has a shield of armor protecting them. Not everyone is equipped to handle the hate trains and the protest trucks. The black oceans, the scorns and scoffs, the hashtags praying on your downfall. The flop era. 

Maybe you were tired and said the wrong thing or maybe you were tired of living it all. A pretty and perfect illusion that crumbled before the eyes of the fans. Everyone knew it, but nobody had the guts to say it. 

The companies surely didn’t. Trying to stay neutral, they’d ignore it all. Ignore the fans surrounding the hotels and screaming the names of the favorites at the top of their lungs, wrecking the idols’ sleep schedules, and souring the taste of regular guest’s hotel stays. 

Ignore the purple bags and exhaustion sticking to idols that follow them like ghosts. Give them chicken and rice diets. Drink more water. Cut more calories. Restrict more. Look at yourself and be ashamed.

Ignore the hate trucks. Blame the idols and don’t hold the fans accountable. Sacrifice them to the wolves and know that your company’s reputation will bounce back, but not always the ongoing mental struggle of the idol. 

How many times did you cry because you missed your family? The sibling you couldn’t watch grow up. The stretching crow’s feet in the corner of your mother’s eyes. The deepening wrinkles on your father’s face. A kitchen chair sat waiting for you in your childhood home, longing for your warmth, but you rarely showed up anymore. 

The industry breaks you and reshapes you. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. You’re dragged through the mud all the time. Dreams are supposed to be hard, but why are some of them so self-destructive? How do you really go about becoming a k-pop idol the right way?

You still remember the shock as you combed your hair one time and found your hair falling out in an alarming amount of strands. Too much stress. Not enough food. Not enough sleep. 

Sometimes your members, they weren’t just your members, but souls tortured just the same as yours. You saw it in the way Chan rambled on bubble, so desperately trying to fix internal fan wars that were never his fault. Always blaming himself, trying to do better. The weight of a fandom was never supposed to fall onto the weight of one man. 

You saw it when Felix drank water and began to heavily restrict before an upcoming photoshoot because he wanted to look perfect. You were forced to confront it after his stomach growled a third time. Hunger lingered in his eyes when he looked your way while you ate your dinner. 

Devastation seeped out of a few members at certain events. They never seemed to get the recognition they deserved. It wasn’t their fault. It was never their fault. It’d never be their fault. 

You blinked rapidly as the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go.” Fan comments rolled in, but you reached forward and hit the end live-stream button. 

Tomorrow, a lecture waited for you with management, but for now, you just wanted to mourn. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Oh…” Felix’s voice trailed off. He sat staring at the blank screen with a frown. Your live was going great until you shut down towards the end. You said nothing, but you also said everything all at once after that last comment. 

Beside him, Han, Minho, and Hyunjin sat just as stunned. They were enjoying your live stream, looking forward to the bracelets they’d be getting afterwards. As one of the younger members of the group, you were cherished a lot. 

“We need to go find them,” Minho pushed himself from the dance practice floor. “Does anyone know which conference room they’re in?” 

Heads shook and Han pushed himself up to follow him. “Let’s go look. Can someone grab the rest of the guys? I think they went out for lunch, but they should be back at any moment. I think we’re really needed right now.” 

“I’ve got it. If you find them first, call me and let me know.” Hyunjin reached the door first and disappeared. 

Felix rushed after Han and Minho. “This is really bad. I didn’t know they felt this way. Should we be worried?” 

“I think we all feel this way sometimes, but we’ve never said it out loud,” Minho mumbled. 

“Hey, I found them!” 

Across the way, the remaining four members looked just as worried. A unit of eight, Changbin led the charge towards the end of the hall. Hyunjin picked up the end and placed a hand on a staggering Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“We should have noticed this sooner,” he uttered softly. 

“How were we supposed to know, Innie? They always keep to themselves. They’re very good at trying to ignore the things bothering them.” 

“I feel like an awful person for not noticing.” 

“It’s okay, we’re going to fix it together.” 

~ ~ ~ 

In the conference room, your head sat in your hands. The colorful beads and leather string sitting around didn’t bring you the joy that it once had. Instead, you silently cried into your hands. 

All you wanted was one nice live without a troll. Instead, you gave them exactly what they wanted. They wanted your tears and your anger. It fueled them for whatever reason.

You didn’t look up when the door burst open. You tensed up, waiting for a member of management to yell at you, but it never came. Instead, multiple footsteps headed your way. A gentle hand fell upon your shoulder and Changbin softly called your name. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumbled. 

“Well, that’s just too damn bad,” Seungmin said. His arms crossed over his chest. “I left my biscottis behind and we all gathered here.” 

Minho shot him a glare, but it didn’t bother him. Chan gave him a follow-up warning look and sighed. “Listen, we just wanna make sure you’re alright. The way you ended that live, it was-” 

“Horrible? Unprofessional and irresponsible?” 

“I was going to say bold, but incredibly true. You spoke about the things some idols stay far away from.” 

“I’m tired!” You pulled your hands away from your face. Tears lined your bloodshot eyes. “It’s always something and I’m trying my fucking best! I’m trying to be a good person and a perfect idol and it’s not happening! I can’t do it! I-I-” You sucked in a shaky breath and a whimper fell out. 

You tried so hard to keep it together, but when Felix appeared and squirmed closer to wrap his arms around you, you cracked. Your head buried into his chest as sobs fell from you. 

How much of your life had you given up being judged in the name of your dreams? There would always be people who hated your guts for one reason or another. You’d always have people that disliked you, but in the k-pop world? People would do anything to bring down the idols they hated. 

Spreading rumors, sending hate trucks, and stirring the pot. Taunting, teasing, and straight up bullying. Stalking, harassment, and belittling. It was always something. 

You couldn’t breathe without doing it wrong. Every time you touch a member for too long, you’re being childish and clingy. When you don't say much during a video, you’re dubbed a stuck-up snob. Too close to the opposite gender of another group? You’re probably dating them.

There is never and will never be any winning in the industry until people change. Companies have to stop dragging their feet. It only stops when the industry calls out bullshit as they see fit. Taking the steps for legal action. Knowing an idol is a privilege, not a right. 

Han wiggled his way to the other side of you, squeezing between Changbin and Felix, letting a hand fall to your head. Another hand and then another. As you cried, they all grieved. Tears sprouted from all of them because they all knew. When one of them hurts, they all hurt, and your reasoning? It all sat within them during their down time.

The industry had been built off of breaking people and trying to build them back better. People are not that durable. When you break someone’s soul, there is no going back. Idols learn to hate their imperfections. Change them. Shape them. 

Slave away in the mirror to develop a perfect routine, so no pores are visible. Some trade away their real personalities, not because they want to, but because companies want to market them a certain way. 

Everything is pre-planned to the extreme. Compete against your favorite friends in the charts because they belong to different companies. Slaughter the competition. Sell more albums. Do the embarrassing requests on fan calls. Have no boundaries because the company said so and unless you want to be blacklisted, do it, or fall victim to the endless abyss of wannabe idols that didn’t make the cut.  

“Ah, this is embarrassing,” Jeongin mumbled after a while. “I’m not supposed to be crying in front of everyone. All these hyungs and I’m- 

“Suck it up,” you mumbled, trying to pull back from Felix’s shirt. “Now you know how I feel.” 

“You have pretty cute tears,” Changbin observed. 

“Hey! Don’t cheat on me! You can’t call them pret-” 

“Shut up, wifey.”

Seungmin’s face scrunched in disgust and Han rolled his eyes. Chan glanced down at you and gently squeezed your shoulder. “Are you feeling a little better?” 

You nodded, reached up, and wiped your eyes. “Thank you for letting me cry. I’m sorry that I-” 

Minho’s hand went over your mouth. “Do not ever apologize for struggling with real emotions.” 

Your nose wrinkled and you pulled away. “Ew. How am I supposed to know where your hand has been? That’s so-” 

“Probably around Jisu-” 

“AH!” Jeongin’s hands went over his face and he shook his head. “Stop! Stop! I don’t want to hear it! Enough!” 

“You’re so cute, Innie. Come here! I wanna pinch your cheeks.” Hyunjin walked around you and hurried to Jeongin. Felix cheered for him as Jeongin began to hurry around the other side of the table. 

“Don’t touch me!” 

“I wanna touch my wife!” Changbin hurried after Hyunjin. 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Felix grinned and rushed afterwards. “Changbinnie, I wanna touch your muscles!” 

“That’s my cat.” 

“Hey, wait!” Han rushed after Minho. 

“That’s my first-born.” 

“Yeah and I wanna kick the elder’s ass,” Seungmin grumbled, following Chan. He spun around to glance at you. “Are you coming? Don’t you want to throat punch me like usual or something?” 

“How’d you know?” 

“You say it’s always a good day to throat punch me.”

“Sometimes it is.” 

“It’s every day.” 

“Well, stop being a pain in my ass and it won't happen anymore.” 

“You cunt.” 

“Jackass.” 

He huffed and hurried after Chan. You grabbed your phone and hurried up to follow him. In the k-pop world, it was riddled with a lot of issues, but when moments like this naturally happened… 

It was hard to stay upset for long, knowing that the industry brought the eight of these idiots right into your heart; you had a feeling they’d stay there for a long, long time. 

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Life is a game of balance. Power is not just about strength. It's about knowing when to be soft and when to be bold. The Softest Move FELIX for ESQUIRE Korea

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when you slightly cut your finger (maknae line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: minor injury | slight blood | language hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

You: “Ow! shit.” “WHO HURT YOU. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FIGHT A FRUIT.” You blink. Jisung skids into the kitchen wearing pajama pants and one sock “Did you just stab yourself?! With a knife?! Were you slicing things?! WHY WERE YOU SLICING THINGS UNSUPERVISED??” You hold up your finger. A small cut. Like, embarrassingly small. He stares. Goes dead silent. Then clutches his chest. “I’m gonna throw up. I wasn’t emotionally ready for gore this early.” You grin. “You’re being dramatic.” “YOU’RE BLEEDING!” “It’s one drop!” “THAT DROP CAME FROM YOUR BODY BABY. THAT’S PRECIOUS FLUID.” You: wincing a little “Can you get me a bandaid?” “I’ll get you a medal for surviving this.” “It’s not that bad...” “Shhh. Don’t talk. Save your strength.” “...Jisung” He picks you up bridal-style “TO THE COUCH. MEDIC STATION ENGAGED.” He sets you down with a pillow “Don’t move. You might pass out.” He disappears and comes back 0.6 seconds later with: -Two band-aids -A fluffy towel -His emotional support hoodie -And a candle You blink, scared to ask... “What’s the candle for...” “In case we need to create mood lighting for your goodbye.” You start laughing. “Ji...” “Just tell me what you want for dinner in the next life.” You sigh dramatically. You can’t help it. You milk it harder just to watch him spiral “I think I’m getting dizzy…” He drops to his knees. “I’LL DIE WITH YOU.” “WHAT—” “I’M SERIOUS. ROMEO AND JULIET, BABY. I’M NOT READY TO DATE AGAIN.” “We’ve been together for 8 months.” “EXACTLY. TOO LATE TO START OVER.”

felix

You: “Ow—!” Felix: immediate record scratch from across the kitchen “What?! What happened?! What did you TOUCH?!” You hold up your hand. One small cut. One tiny drop of blood. That’s it. Felix gasps like he just watched you get stabbed. “OH MY GOD?? BABY?!” You're biting your lip to keep from laughing “…It hurts.” He practically sprints across the room, grabbing your hand like he’s about to deliver CPR. “Where?! Let me see. wait, do we need to go to the hospital?!” You dramatically flutter your lashes “I don’t know. I might faint. Hold me?” His face: shook. “Oh no no no no don’t faint, not on me, please... I didn’t take first aid this year!” “I think… I see the light.” His eyes full of panic “NO YOU DON’T.” “Tell my pet rock I loved it.” He starts fanning your face “Please don’t die, you haven’t even tried the new cookie recipe yet” You can’t help it. You snort-laugh. Felix pauses. Blink blink. “…You’re joking?” You wheeze, “You were fanning me with a potholder, Lix.” He steps back, face going red, hands still hovering mid-air “You...you LIED?!” “...Just a little.” “...I almost cried.” You grin. “That’s how much you love me, huh?” He crosses his arms. “I was gonna write you a goodbye song.” “You were???” “I had the first line already. ‘Strawberries took her, but love remains." You laugh “Oh my GOD—” --- Later, you find a band-aid on your finger with a doodled heart and tiny wings drawn in pen. And on the counter? A sticky note: “Even if you’re dramatic, I’d still die for your stupid finger. – Lixie ”

seungmin

You: “Ow—OH MY GOD.” Seungmin from the hallway : “What happened? Are you dying? Please say yes, I need a nap.” “I’m bleeding!” Seungmin walks in. Stops. Stares at you dramatically crouched on the floor “…You cut yourself slicing cucumbers again, didn’t you?” You lift your hand like Simba on Pride Rock “There’s blood. I’m leaking.” He leans over. Squints at the cut “…That is not ‘leaking.’ That is ‘lightly annoyed skin.’” You gasp. “Are you mocking my pain?!” “Yes. In 4K. Live broadcast.” You dramatically press a paper towel to your finger. “I’m going into shock.” He opens the fridge. “Should I write your will on a sticky note?” “I want my funeral catered. With champagne.” Seungmin deadpan "Noted. Now let’s wrap up this drama before I call the real medics—aka Chan and his weird healing dad voice.” But then he actually sees the cut. And pauses “Oh. Okay, that’s… deeper than I thought.” You blink. “So you do care.” “No, I care about bloodstains on the counter.” He walks off. Comes back 15 seconds later with a bandaid, antiseptic, and your favorite cartoon sticker. “Did you just bring me a Spongebob bandaid?” He's focused on dabbing your finger “Don’t make it weird.” You smile. “You’re sweet when you pretend you’re not sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re loud when you pretend you’re dying.” He finishes the bandaid, carefully pressing it on. Doesn’t say anything. Then leans forward and gently kisses your forehead. You blink. He immediately straightens “You imagined that.” “I literally felt your lips—” “You imagined that!” he repeats louder, walking away. You didn't <3

i.n

You: “AH—SHIT. SHIT—” Jeongin: appears from thin air “WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT.” You dramatically hold up your finger. He blinks. “That’s… a paper cut.” You: “It’s worse. It’s a betrayal. I was spreading butter.” Jeongin: squints at the butter knife like it just insulted his mother “…You’re bleeding from a utensil designed for gentle smearing.” “I’m fragile. Treat me like one of your skincare serums.” He walks over, deadpan “You want a bandaid or a eulogy?” “I want a statue built in my honor.” He smirks. “Okay, I’ll put it next to the box of shame.” You gasp “You are so mean.” He pulls out his phone. Snap. “You’re gonna thank me when I show this photo to your future kids.” You glare. “Delete it.” He snorts. “Nope. This is art.” Three minutes later. You’re pouting in silence. Jeongin: still chuckling “Oh come on, baby, it’s funny.” You stay quiet. Still cradling your finger. “…You okay?” Silence. “Wait… are you… actually upset?” You sniff dramatically. His entire soul leaves his body. “OH NO—WAIT—OKAY—BABY—I’M SORRY.” He scrambles for the bandaid drawer. Pulls out three sizes, a mini ice pack, and an emergency cookie (??). “This one has Snoopy on it...do you want Snoopy? Or glitter?” You sniff again “...Snoopy.” He gently puts it on. Blows on your finger “Am I forgiven?” You squint. “…You made fun of my butter injury.” He presses his lips to your bandaged finger like it’s sacred. Then your cheek. Then your forehead. “I’ll never mock butter again. Swear on my AirPods.” You grin. He pauses “…Wait. You’re milking this, aren’t you.” You smile sweetly. “Love you~” Jeongin groans. “...I’m keeping that photo”

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[SKZ] Finding you asleep with their SKZOO plushie

mini post of bullet point head canons lol - with SamSung as the poster children ig

Genre: Fluff Pairing: OT8 x Reader Warnings: None

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Chan:

Coos at the sight of you asleep with his Wolfchan plushie

Takes a picture of you because he thinks you look so cute

Also takes a .5 picture just to clown on you a little later

LOVES it when you take his stuff and sleep with it

He's caught you sleeping with his hoodies on before but his plushie?? His mini other him??? Ugh, his heart!!

Crawls into bed with you and lets you keep holding onto the plushie instead. He'll just spoon you from behind. <3

Wakes up to you cuddling him instead and sticks his tongue out as if the Wolfchan plushie is alive and will see it and be hurt lol

Lino:

Stares the second he catches you napping on the couch with his Leebit plushie

He's not surprised - you texted saying you were tired, wanted cuddles - but he was at practice and he was still all sweaty and grimy

Walks over to take a quick picture

Picks up the plushie and pretends to aggressively punch it's little face before calmly placing it back in your arms

Thinks it's really a cute sight but silently hates the plushie for taking his place

Changbin:

Starts immediately punching the air to fight his cuteness aggression

Almost wakes you up with how hard he's breathing because he's holding it all in

Takes a picture and sends it to the group chat to talk about HOW CUTE YOU ARE !!

Sits on the ground by the couch where you're napping and reaching out to touch the plushie.

Gives it head pats, rubs its cheeks. Then does the same to you

Gentle happy boy <3

Hyunjin:

POSTS a PICTURE on his INSTAGRAM OF YOU

Hard launches your relationship while also promoting the most recent SKZOO collaboration project

When you wake up he's pouty

Pretends not to be jealous of the plushie but most certainly IS jealous you got to cuddle him instead of Jinnie.

Please give him snuggles, he's probably gonna drown the bitch in your kitchen sink if you don't (Learned from the worst)

Jisung:

He thinks it's the cutest thing on Earth !!!

Makes a picture of you with Hanquokka his phone background

Thinks it's soooo cute because your cheek is squished against the plushie's round cheeks

Shows all the members the following evening at practice

You end up finding out from Chan who texted you a pic of Jisung's background - who was then running around yelling that Chan ratted his out and that they'd never see him again when he went home

You get revenge by making a .5 of his big ass forehead your background <3

Felix:

Ends up waking you up because he's giggling so much at his phone

He'd texted the group chat a picture of you sleeping with Bbokari and said his two favorite girls were napping together (idk Bbokari's gender fluctuates she's a unisex icon we love him)

Apologizes and wraps his arm around you in the bed so you can cuddle him and Bbokari at the same time

Gives you lots of cuddles and pouts at himself for waking you up

Gives you a little back rub while he's there <3

Seungmin:

Pouts when he finds you but ultimately stays quiet. Until he sees the Puppym plushie.

How DARE you replace him so easily with someone so.... SMALL.

Recreates the 'Welcome Home Cheater' banner and puts it up on the kitchen wall so you see it when you wake up

Ultimately he just laughs about it but he makes a show of acting serious when you question what you did wrong

Gives you lots of hugs and kisses as an apology for worrying you but also sits on the Puppym plushie as y'all watch movies together as payback

Jeongin:

Gets SO smiley when he sees you with the Foxiny plushie!!

He takes pictures but he sends them to his family members instead of the group chat

Actually, he tells them that 'this is the person I'm gonna marry some day'

Loves that you love his skzoo as much as you love him

Later when he's chatting with you about seeing you sleeping w/ the plushie, he pretends to chokehold it and feigns anger at the plushie for 'stealing his partner'

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Random bestfriend!Felix x f!reader texts

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fake texts | sending them a rauncy sleepwear picture

pairing: maknae line x fem!reader | hyung line

genre: smut

warnings: MDNi, implied sex, slightly blurred lingerie picture lol (ik most of these models are white skinny girls, take it up with my lingerie provider?),

SS count: 10

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FELIX

SEUNGMIN

I.N

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Mind BLOOOOWN enjoyed every second reading this

Hey, I have a skz request if you don't mind. ☺️ Could you pls do a smutty felix one?? 🌶️ Maybe when he's hanging out with the members but something happens and he comes back mad and uses Y/N to calm himself with pleasure?? Soz if its too much, I'm js asking!! 💗

Title: Yours to Soothe Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader Genre: Smut, established relationship Rating: 🔞 18+ (MINORS DO 👏 NOT 👏 INTERACT 👏) Warnings: Dom!Felix, angry sex, creampie, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, aftercare, teasing from the members, lowkey exhibitionism, a very smug Felix

A/N: Thank you for the request! I kinda turned it into crack at the end, but I hope you like it :)

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The front door slammed.

You barely had time to look up from your phone before Felix appeared in the hallway, chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted up ten flights of stairs. His brows were furrowed, his jaw tight. The usual softness in his eyes? Gone. Replaced by a storm.

“Felix?” you called gently. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

He just looked at you like you were oxygen and he hadn’t taken a breath all day—then he closed the distance and shoved you back against the nearest wall with a force that stole your breath.

“You’re mine,” he growled, mouth crashing onto yours.

It was all tongue and teeth and heat. No teasing, no hesitation. You barely had time to gasp before he pressed his body against you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other sliding under your shirt to grope at your chest with zero restraint.

“I don’t fucking care if they were just joking,” he muttered against your lips, grinding his hips into yours. You could already feel how hard he was. “Hearing them talk about you like that—about what they’d do to you—like you aren’t already being ruined every night by me? Fuck that.”

“Felix—” you gasped, but he didn’t let you finish.

He spun you around so your cheek hit the wall, hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“I need you,” he said lowly, voice like gravel. “Now.”

You felt your knees buckle as he shoved your shorts down and dragged your panties aside, not even bothering to undress you fully. His fingers slid through your folds and he cursed under his breath.

“Already wet,” he muttered. “Fuck, you like when I’m like this, don’t you?”

You nodded helplessly, back arching when he ran a finger down your slit, barely grazing your clit.

“Of course you do,” he whispered. “My filthy girl. So eager to get filled, huh?”

He didn’t waste another second. You heard the clink of his belt, the sound of his zipper, and then—he was pressing into you, thick and hard, stretching you in one smooth, rough thrust that made you cry out.

“Shh,” he cooed, leaning in to press his hand over your mouth, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t want them hearing you scream my name, do we?”

You whimpered against his palm, the stretch of him making your eyes roll back. He set a brutal rhythm, each thrust slamming into you with so much force your body jolted against the wall.

“God, I wish they could see you right now,” he gritted. “Bent over, moaning like a bitch in heat. So cockdrunk you can’t even think straight.”

Your walls fluttered around him at the filthy words, your moans muffled and needy.

“You’re mine,” he growled again. “Say it.”

He moved his hand just long enough for you to gasp, “Yours! I’m yours—Felix, please—”

His hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped.

“Damn right you are.”

Your legs were shaking, that familiar knot coiling low in your belly. He reached around and rubbed tight, desperate circles on your clit.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured against your neck. “Come all over my cock like the good little fucktoy you are?”

That pushed you over the edge. Your whole body clenched and spasmed, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning. Felix didn’t stop—he kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release until he finally groaned deep in his throat and buried himself inside you to the hilt.

Hot, thick spurts of cum filled you, and he held you tight as you both trembled through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Your cheek was still pressed to the wall, Felix's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lips kissing the sweaty skin of your shoulder.

Then, softly:

“Did I go too far?”

You shook your head weakly, barely able to speak. “No… it was perfect.”

He kissed your temple, voice low with emotion now. “You ground me. Always.”

You reached back and laced your fingers with his, still pressed against the wall. Still full of him.

“You can always take whatever you need from me,” you whispered. “I’m yours too.”

The soft cotton of Felix’s hoodie was warm against your cheek as you lay draped across his chest, both of you still tangled in the afterglow of everything that had just happened. His fingers ran lazy, soothing patterns along your spine, and his other hand played with strands of your hair like he couldn’t stand to stop touching you.

“You okay?” he asked softly, voice still a little rough but no longer dripping with anger.

You nodded against him, lips ghosting over his collarbone. “Yeah… more than okay.”

“Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Didn’t mean to go that hard. Just… needed you. You grounded me.”

“I like being your safe place,” you whispered, nuzzling closer. “Even when you're wrecking me against a wall.”

That earned a soft, breathy chuckle. “You’re such a menace.”

“Look who's talking,” you teased, flicking his ribs.

He caught your wrist and kissed it, eyes full of warmth now. “Mine.”

Your heart fluttered. You were just about to answer when—

Knock knock.

The two of you froze.

“Uh… Felix?” came a voice from the hallway. Jeongin. Of course. “Not to, uh, kill the mood or anything but… maybe next time don’t slam her into the wall directly across from the living room, yeah?”

You buried your face in Felix’s chest, mortified.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “They heard us?!”

Felix didn’t look remotely sorry. In fact… he looked proud.

“Yeah, yeah, we heard everything,” Seungmin’s voice added from the hallway, deadpan. “I’m emotionally scarred. I hope you’re both happy.”

“Felix, I live here,” Jisung groaned. “I had no choice but to hear that. You were practically narrating.”

“Ohhh, that’s what you sound like when you're mad,” Chan said, tone way too amused. “Should’ve recorded it. Could use it as a warning.”

You peeked up at Felix. “You’re not embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” he smirked, pulling you tighter into his chest. “Not even a little. Now they know to never talk about you like that again.”

You smacked his arm, half-laughing, half-dying inside. “I’m never showing my face again.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “In every way. Always.”

Another knock. This time, it was Hyunjin.

“FYI, we love that you two are in love. But next time, use a bedroom.”

“Noted!” Felix shouted, entirely unbothered.

You groaned again.

But despite the embarrassment, you felt Felix’s hand settle protectively at your lower back, felt the way he leaned in and kissed your cheek—gentle now, reverent.

And in that moment, embarrassment or not…

You wouldn’t trade being his for anything.

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[foxxnier]

Felix

Thoughts of Dom!Felix

warnings: breeding (at the end…), fem and afab reader, little dacryphilia, dirty words, good girl use

Just thoughts of Felix being meaner to you in bed

[whatamidoingwithmylife3272]

You wear a ✨revealing✨ dress to Stray Kids Concert

tags: established relationship, OT8, possessive, flirty, suggestive, y/n is a tease

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

IN: