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yaniluvs · 3 months ago

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₊˚｡ ❆ ⌇ 용복 : HERE'S YOUR MOCHA LATTE, WITH A SIDE OF ME ? ── the usual cafe, the usual order. a simple, mocha latte. maybe there's more to your frequent visits, aside the comforting drink. perhaps, a certain blonde behind the counter, who makes your usual with the brightest smile on his face, has something to do with it?

𓍯 barista!felix ʚଓ customerfem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 3k ── ༯ ONESHOT, uni au, strangers to friends to lovers, lots of fluff, petnames, comfort, slow paced, idiots in love, corny flirting. ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ very late lixie day post. so occupied with assigments and life.. ㅠㅠ.. gonna cry, he's so sunshine :(( comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy late lixie day and happy reading <3

the café had always been a hidden gem—tucked between two towering bookshops and half-covered in ivy that gave it a quiet magic.

and it was here, in this little coffee haven, that two lives started to intertwine in unexpected ways.

y/n had been coming here regularly for weeks now, sliding in most mornings with a soft 'hi' and a slight smile. it was warm but polite, like she didn’t want to disrupt the calm that filled the place.

she’d always order the same thing—a mocha latte with extra foam—and settle into her favorite spot by the window. her table was something of a fortress, surrounded by stacks of books and scattered papers.

she spent hours there, immersed in her work, her gaze often drifting out the window to the trees swaying lazily in the breeze.

but lately, her eyes had been wandering elsewhere.

to the counter, to be exact. or, rather, to someone behind the counter.

felix.

the name tag on his forest green apron spelled it out clearly, though it wasn’t hard to remember. he was the type of person you didn’t easily forget.

with sandy blonde hair spilling out from beneath a slightly-too-big beige beanie and eyes that sparkled with some endless, secretive mischief, he looked like he belonged here—like he was part of the café’s unique charm. his presence was as warm as the lights strung along the walls, like a permanent fixture of the place.

felix had noticed her right away.

to be fair, he noticed everyone, quick with a smile, always ready with a friendly quip, a social butterfly in every sense. but there was something different about this regular—this girl who ordered her mocha latte each morning and tucked herself away by the window.

she seemed like one of those people you saw every day but somehow never really knew. the kind of person you wanted to ask about the story they carried, about what hid behind the small, quiet smile she kept just for herself.

it started out simple enough—a quick glance here, a little smile there, a few “good morning” greetings exchanged over the counter.

the blonde's friends and coworkers had noticed too, occasionally catching him gazing just a beat too long in her direction. they’d nudge him, teasing, and he’d brush it off with a shrug and a grin.

he’d tell himself it was nothing, just a curiosity. but each time she walked in, he found himself a little more drawn in, the pull stronger than he’d ever expected.

the first time they really spoke beyond a “hi” and “thank you” was an accident.

one gray afternoon, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, y/n realized she’d forgotten her prized notebook at home.

she frowned, mildly irritated; she’d planned to spend a few hours working.

felix, who was wiping down tables near her spot, couldn’t help but notice her furrowed brows, cute, he thought.

“you okay there?” he asked, his voice low but friendly, like he was speaking in the library.

she glanced up, surprised.

“oh—uh, yeah. i just… forgot my notebook,” she admitted with a sheepish smile.

he grinned, tucking the cloth he was holding into his apron pocket. “a writer, hm? or a student?”

“both,” she laughed shyly, her cheeks warming as he leaned in just a bit, his eyes meeting hers. “i’m working on a research paper. and i think i left half my sanity in that notebook.”

felix laughed, the sound warm and easy, and it made her smile widen a bit. “research paper? let me guess. something thrilling, like organic chemistry or macroeconomics?”

“close,” she teased. “it’s actually an analysis of cultural symbolism in modern art. you know… riveting stuff.”

“oh, sounds very serious,” he replied, leaning on the back of the chair across from her. “but i think it’d be more riveting if you had some caffeine to go with it. on the house, maybe?”

“oh no, i couldn’t—”

“hey,” he raised a hand, “i insist. for the arts.” his eyes held hers, exaggerating his words with hand actions, a spark of playful sincerity in the gaze.

and so, for the first time, she watched felix bring her a mocha latte from across the counter, carefully placing it in front of her with a grin that seemed almost too charming for a place as quiet as this café.

after that day, things shifted—just slightly, but noticeably.

there were more smiles, more exchanges. she would glance up from her work sometimes, finding the blonde already looking her way, and he’d offer her a quick wink before going back to wiping down tables or taking someone else’s order.

she found herself smiling more than usual, her gaze following him whenever he moved around the café.

one chilly morning, she came in a little later than usual, wrapped up in a thick scarf and shivering slightly from the cool snowy weather outside. her brown hair, partially were sprinkled with sugar-like snowflakes, as she quickly closed the wooden-glass door behind her.

the guy, who’d been leaning against the counter waiting for her, broke into a grin as soon as he saw her.

“oh, a little cold, are we?”

she laughed, cheeks heating as soon as she heard his deep voice. “well, hello to you too, felix.”

he chuckled, unbothered. “sooo, should i take a wild guess at what you’re ordering today?”

“oh, you’re psychic now, too?” she shot back, feigning surprise, raising an eyebrow.

he gasped in mock shock. “you got me. how’d you know?” he tapped his forehead, giving her a mock-serious look. “it’s all in here.”

she laughed, like she always would, watching as he went to make her drink, still playfully speaking as he worked. and as he slid the mocha across the counter toward her, he gave her a look so warm, so familiar, that for a moment, she forgot they were strangers at all.

“you know,” he began, leaning against the counter with a thoughtful expression, “i think i should get to know the mysterious mocha drinker a little better. how else am i supposed to keep nailing your exact order?”

“oh, is that why?” she replied, biting back a smile. “for the sake of the perfect mocha?”

“exactly,” he nodded, eyes twinkling. “only for quality control, of course.”

the two fell into a soft rhythm, like an unspoken dance, each of them taking turns to ask and answer questions, uncovering little pieces of each other’s lives with every passing moment. felix learned she was studying anthropology, that she had a younger brother who’d recently started university, that her favorite book was norwegian wood by haruki murakami.

she learned he was majoring in design, that he loved baking as much as he loved making coffee, and that he could spend hours watching old animated films without getting bored.

just the perfect match, as someone would say.

eventually, the café became more than just a place for her to work; it became a place for her to find something that felt strangely like home.

and felix, the friendly barista with the smile that lit up the whole town, was slowly becoming a part of her morning ritual, someone who made her look forward to the quiet hours by the window just a little bit more.

the next morning, she noticed a little sketch on her coffee cup, a tiny doodle of a smiling sun with the words, 'good luck today!' written underneath.

she looked up, catching felix’s eye, and he smiled, giving her a casual little shrug.

“thought you could use a little good luck,” he explained, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "you know, for the research presentation today."

"you remembered?" she felt her heart skip, surprised by the unexpected sweetness of the gesture. “thank you… really.”

felix gave her a soft smile, one that lingered with unspoken words. “anytime.”

and she left the café soon, after the moment had made her smile a little wider, a warmth blooming in her chest that she couldn’t quite put into words.

and felix, well… watched her, like he always did.

he had never felt so drawn to someone he barely knew. it was strange, exciting, and a little scary, but he couldn’t help the feeling that he wanted to know her more. a lot more.

the same day, the slightly-warmer noon, was where he found the same girl sitting in her usual spot by the window, deeply engrossed in the notes spread across her table, as he entered the café for his shift.

the soft clinking of mugs and murmuring of the café filled the air, a familiar comfort. seemed like a co-worker of his had served her today, or did he?

her eyes shot up to him entering, seeing the bell ring slightly as he closed the door behind him. he was wearing a puffy black jacket, which was now being discarded and hung onto the stand beside the door, while she stared at his figure.

as he turned around, their gazes met. he smiled, as bright as ever, sending her heart straight to a marathon.

"well, hello again," he greeted, walking towards the counter. "how did your presentation go?"

she smiled, "it actually.. went better than i thought it would. thanks to the latte earlier,"

he nodded, "that's good to hear.. seems like my wishes worked, huh?" a chuckle escaped his lips.

"it sure did," she replied with a smile, interrupted a bit as more customers started to enter the café.

felix had already returned behind the counter, called by his co-worker, seungmin.

"you're finally here, oh god," the brunet nudged felix, handing him the tray of the specific order, freshly brewed.

"i thought i would have to end up serving your little love interest her usual, thanks for being late, yeah?" he shot a glare his way, quickly pushing the dumbfounded guy, slightly to leave the kitchen.

"wait up, how long did you keep her waiti-" the elder opened his mouth to protest, only to be greeted by the soft push.

"just go serve her already, will you!"

meanwhile, today, y/n wasn’t as absorbed in her work as she seemed. she’d lift her gaze, watching felix out of the corner of her eye as he moved towards the counter, hoping he’d glance her way.

and soon enough, he did.

felix caught her looking, his lips curling into a little smirk as he walked over. “what, am i that distracting?” he teased, setting her mocha latte down with a flourish. he seemed unusually fidgety, fingers tapping against the cup as if he were holding something back.

y/n laughed, feigning a deep, thoughtful expression. “maybe. you do have a way of stealing the spotlight.”

he snorted, folding his arms and leaning against the counter. “or maybe you’re just looking for excuses to stare at me.”

“bold assumption, felix,” she replied, grinning as she took a sip. her heart did a tiny flip when he didn’t deny it, his gaze soft as he watched her with that lingering smile.

"sorry to keep you waiting with the.. latte. my fellow barista," he glanced back towards the kitchen, eyes meeting the said guy who seemed to enjoy the other two's moment through the small window. "..ran into some inconveniences."

the blonde only communicated with seungmin with his eyes, probably motioning his friend to quit being a stalker to the moment.

soon, the two fell into easy conversation, after serving other customers, his fingers still idly tapping on the counter.

finally, after a moment’s hesitation, he looked down, scratching the back of his neck.

“uh, you know,” he began, his voice suddenly quieter. “i was actually wondering if—well, if you’d maybe like to hang out outside this café sometime. like, more than just a customer and a barista thing?”

y/n blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected question. but her heart picked up speed, warmth spreading across her cheeks as she smiled up at him. “like friends?”

“or like..” he shifted his weight, glancing away for a split second before meeting her eyes with a sheepish grin. “friends.. who, you know, maybe like each other a little?”

her heart was practically racing now. she tried to keep her cool, playfully raising an eyebrow at him. “are you asking me out, lee felix?”

he laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “only if you say yes. i mean, i’m not going to force you or anything. but, i think, it’d be nice to hang out. just us. away from coffee orders and doodles on cups.”

for a moment, she said nothing, just looked at him with a growing smile that seemed to say more than words could. “okay,” she said, her voice soft but clear. “i’d love that.”

the grin that spread across his face was instant, lighting up his eyes with a joy that made her heart do yet another little flip.

later that evening, around six, the blonde took her to a cozy, lesser-known part of town where string lights draped over cobblestone pathways, casting a soft, golden glow across small street stalls.

they wandered through rows of trinkets and vintage books, the air filled with a slight chill and the smell of freshly made pastries.

“this place is like a dream,” y/n murmured, taking it all in as they strolled side by side. “how did you even find it?”

he chuckled, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. “i have my ways. plus, i figured it’d suit you. quiet, a little hidden, full of character, kind of like our café.”

she nudged him with her shoulder, laughing. “are you implying i’m quiet and hidden?”

he feigned innocence. “hey, you’re the one who sneaks into the café all quiet every morning. and as for hidden…” he paused, looking at her with a slight tilt to his head. “i don’t know. sometimes you just look like you’re lost in your own world. it’s kinda cute, really.”

she felt warmth blossom in her chest, her cheeks flushing as she looked down, smiling to herself. “well, maybe i was just looking for a place to escape,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, his tone playful yet warm. “lucky for you, i’m an expert at escaping the ordinary. follow me.”

they drifted from the stalls and found themselves near a small fountain tucked away from the main bustle of the market, framed by ivy and stone benches.

he gestured for her to sit beside him, and as she did, she noticed him fidgeting slightly, his leg bouncing in place.

“you okay?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“me?” he shot her a nervous grin. “yeah, totally fine. just, you know, first time actually hanging out. outside the café, without, like, a counter between us.” he laughed, glancing away.

“i don’t usually get nervous around people, but you’re.. different.”

she bit her lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to break free. “good different?”

“the best kind of different,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet and sincere.

for a moment, they just looked at each other, the air between them charged with a soft intimacy that felt new yet somehow familiar.

he hesitantly reached for her hand, his fingers grazing hers in a touch that felt electric, as if every nerve in her body woke up at the contact. as if he was trying to see if it was okay, and did he even know, it was so much more than okay.

they sat there, their fingers intertwined, warmth blooming from their hands into their chests. he was the first to speak, his voice soft but laced with a smile.

“you know, i always thought you were one of those people who seemed like they’d have their whole life figured out. but then, i got to know you a little, and i realized maybe…you’re just like the rest of us. trying to figure things out, one mocha latte at a time.”

she chuckled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “guess you’re not as psychic as you thought. i’m far from having it all figured out.”

“well,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper, “maybe we can figure it out together.”

y/n felt her heart swell, warmth spreading from her chest to her cheeks, as she looked down at their joined hands, smiling softly. “i’d like that.”

they spent the rest of the night walking through the quiet streets, talking about everything and nothing—sharing stories, dreams, memories, and hopes they hadn’t even told their closest friends.

he would lean closer each time she laughed, the sound sending a thrill down his spine that he was sure she could feel.

as they reached the end of the evening, he walked her back to her apartment, the silence between them comfortable yet buzzing with something neither of them could name.

they stopped just outside her building, and he turned to face her, a hesitant smile tugging at his lips. “so.. i had a really nice time tonight.”

“me too,” she whispered, almost breathless, looking up at him as if seeing him in a new light.

they lingered in that moment, their faces close, eyes meeting in a quiet understanding that words couldn’t capture. felix lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

his voice softened, almost a whisper. “i don’t think i’ll ever look at mocha lattes the same way.”

she laughed, biting her lip as she felt her cheeks warm. “guess that makes two of us, cute, blonde, barista guy.”

he chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “maybe we should try something different next time. something a little stronger.”

she raised an eyebrow. “stronger? like, coffee?”

“yeah, or…” he hesitated, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, “like feelings?”

she blushed, feeling warmth spread through her chest as she held his gaze. “guess i’ll have to try that sometime.”

with a gentle, lingering smile, he gave her hand one last squeeze. “good night, y/n.”

“good night, lix.”

as he walked away, she stood there, watching him disappear into the street, her heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time.

and for once, she couldn’t wait for the next morning.

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httpdwaekki · 10 months ago

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bf texts w/ felix

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a/n: okay SO! this is my first time making something like this so pls let me know what u think! there is definitely a typo in the first ss i'm too lazy to fix lol and that ss is also inspired by a yt short i saw LMAO. anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

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p.s. very big thank u to @channie-143 for helping me with getting started with this i appreciate it very much <3 also big thank u to my bestie @sinnaminsuga for helping me and looking these for me, love u long time <33

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crisscreen · 5 months ago

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Felix lockscreens

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mykoreanlove · 2 months ago

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소울메이트 🖤

Felix stands there, visibly shaken, his breaths uneven as he struggles to find the right words. His rough hands are trembling slightly as he rubs them together, almost as if grounding himself for what he’s about to say. When he finally meets your pained eyes, they’re shining with unshed tears, and his deep voice breaks before he even gets the first word out.

“Y/Nnie… I don’t know how to say this without sounding completely wrecked, but here I am, and I don’t care. I’ve never cared less about how I sound because… I need you to know this.” He exhales shakily, pressing a hand to his chest like the weight of his emotions is too much to hold in.

“I know your past feels like a thousand cuts that haven’t healed. I know you’ve been let down, left behind, used in ways you never deserved. And I can see it—how you look at me sometimes, like you’re waiting for the moment I’ll turn into just another wound for you to carry.” His voice cracks again, and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.

“But y/n, I’m not here to hurt you. I can’t hurt you. Do you know what it does to me to see you carry all that pain like it’s yours alone to bear? It kills me. It kills me because I see you, standing there, pretending you’re fine when you’ve been through hell. And the worst part? You’ve convinced yourself that’s just how it has to be. That you don’t deserve more. That you don’t deserve someone to hold you through it.”

Felix takes a step closer, his small hands trembling as he reaches for yours. “I know I’m not perfect. God, I’m so far from it. I have my own scars, my own baggage, and I’ve made mistakes that keep me awake at night. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: I love you. And not in some shallow, fleeting way. I love you in a way that terrifies me because it’s so deep, so absolute, that I don’t even know where I end, and you begin anymore.”

His voice softens, his light brown eyes locked onto yours as if his gaze alone could convey the depth of his feelings. “You are my soulmate, y/nnie. My beginning, my middle, my end. I’ve never believed in fate, not until I met you. But now, I can’t look at you without thinking that every step I’ve ever taken was leading me to this moment, to you. You’re the love of my life, y/n, and no one will ever take your place. No one could ever come close.”

He pauses, his raspy voice thick with emotion, and wipes his eyes, frustrated with himself for falling apart. “I know I can’t undo what’s been done to you. I know I can’t erase the times you were made to feel like you were nothing. But y/nnie, I can spend the rest of my life trying to show you that you’re everything. I don’t want to just love the pieces of you that are easy to love—I want the parts that scare you. The parts you think are too broken, too messy. I want all of it, all of you.”

Felix lets out a shaky breath, his grip on your fragile hands tightening. “And if you’re scared, that’s okay. I’m scared, too. Scared that I won’t be enough to heal those wounds. Scared that you’ll never believe me when I tell you how much you mean to me. But I’ll tell you anyway. I’ll tell you every day if I have to. Because you deserve that. You deserve someone who doesn’t run when things get hard, who doesn’t make you feel like you have to prove your worth. You deserve someone who sees you, baby—all of you—and chooses you every time.”

He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a serene whisper, but it’s thick with raw, unfiltered emotion. “You don’t have to believe me right now. You don’t have to love me back the way I love you. But just… let me try. Let me show you that this can be different. That I can be different. That love doesn’t have to hurt anymore.”

Felix exhales sharply, his forehead resting against yours now, his tears finally spilling over. “I’ll wait, y/nnie. For as long as it takes. I’ll wait, because you’re worth waiting for. You’re worth everything. You’re the only one I’ll ever want, the only one I could ever love like this. You’re my everything.”

He presses your delicate hand to his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heart. “This heart? It’s yours. It’s always been yours, even before I met you. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter how many doubts try to pull you away from me. You can question this, you can question me, but I will keep showing up, every single day, because that’s what love does. That’s what soulmates do.”

His voice breaks slightly, but he keeps going, the raw sincerity in his words cutting through your high walls like nothing ever has before. “So please, y/n, stop punishing yourself for the past. Stop believing the lies that say you’re unworthy or unlovable. Because you are. You’re everything. And I’m here to remind you of that, over and over, until you believe it, too.”

Felix leans his forehead against yours, his raspy voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m yours, baby. Always. So, no matter how scared you are, no matter how hard this feels, just… let me love you. That’s all I’m asking. Let me prove to you that this time, it’s real. That I’m real. That we’re real.”

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fleurhcss · 10 months ago

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ CHAINED UP ! Felix Imagine !

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You and your friend Felix had never argued before, he was a very sweet guy and you loved the way he treated and cared for you. Too bad something had changed that day. You had deliberately provoked him, and you were sure he understood, for his gaze was anything but the friendly and affectionate one it was every day when he was in your company. You had cuddled for a while on the couch in your house before going out to dinner together. A dinner that took a different turn than you had imagined. You had never seen Felix jealous of you in these months, in fact you had never even given him the chance to be jealous, being loyal to him and not prone to who knows what conversations with other guys. And it was this, perhaps somewhat unhealthy, idea that had prompted you to make a pass at the waiter to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.

The response had been a bloodshot and unfriendly look at the man serving you at the table. You wanted to ease the tension, so it was not more than a few minutes before you took off your shoe and placed your foot against his intimacy, beginning to rub against the flap of his trousers. She almost choked on the piece of lettuce she was swallowing. "Y/N, what are you doing? Wasn't it enough for you to hit on the guy?" He said, clearly annoyed. But your game had only just begun. You giggled and then continued rubbing while you ate your pasta in silence. The waiter then came over to ask if everything was all right, and you had flirtatiously replied a yes, only to turn your attention to your friend, who was obviously annoyed with you. He took your foot and squeezed it between his fingers, making you moan. He suddenly blushed and put his hands to his face - "Y/N enough, you're pissing me off, I won't take responsibility for my actions if you keep this up". He told you very seriously.

Too bad you still wanted to play.

"Oops," you whispered and then brought your other foot to massage the flap of his trousers. He let go of your foot and stood up abruptly, then dragged you to the cash register so he could pay the bill and get you out of there, then grabbed you by the neck and kissed you roughly after slamming you against the wall. This was a new side of Felix for you; you had never seen him so rough and possessive of you. Perhaps the bedroom would see some good things that night.

And you weren't far wrong, because as soon as you got home he threw you on the bed, tore off your clothes and then did the same to himself. "You want to play princess, let's play then," he sneered, then pounced on your lips and bit them hungrily. He cupped your breasts in his hands and it came naturally to you to put a hand in his blond long hair and squeeze it tightly. Too bad Felix had other plans. He pulled away from you, licked his lips and then rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out chains that left you open-mouthed, not expecting him to like such things. When he approached you with an almost evil grin, you began to worry a little. He climbed astride you, towering over you, and tied your wrists to the sides of the headboard. But that was not the most surprising thing, as he also pulled out another unexpected object.

A vibrator was in your boyfriend's hands and with a grin he activated it to full power and aimed it at your clit. You had your lips half closed as you let out a cry of pleasure, having this power directed at your intimacy was not going to lead to anything good, you didn't know how long you would last in this state.

In the meantime, while you were a moaning mess, Felix began to bite your nipples, lowering himself on your breasts, teasing them to provoke you even more. He was angry and you could feel it; he couldn't bear to see you flirting with others because you were his. And no one could have you but him. His bites moved all over your body, as did the vibrator that began to make its way between your now wet walls, spreading them wide so he could enter you. And when only the tip was inside your orifice, another screaming moan left your lips. "So who is it that makes you come so much, mh? Me or that asshole waiter, Princess?" He whispered in your ear before biting down and shoving the vibrator all the way into you. Oh yes, that made you moan, clutching his forearms and screaming his name. The only one you wanted to fuck. The only one you wanted to photograph you into unconsciousness. "F-Felix! I can't resist, it's too much, I'm cumming any minute!"

But once again Felix had other plans for you.

The vibrator came out of you, denying you an orgasm as you cried out in pleasure, looking for something to rub against. "Did it seem so easy to you, princess? Argh no, now like the good whore you are you're praying for this orgasm, you're praying because you want my cock and nothing else, aren't you baby?" He giggled, squeezing your neck in a way that made you almost gasp for breath. But you liked it, you loved seeing this Felix. "Please..fuck..me," you said breathlessly, lifting your pelvis in search of contact. And with a grin, the blond man crashed inside your walls and began to fuck you at an almost inhuman speed. You had never seen him so animalistic with you and you had to admit that you liked it, a lot. Your voice was broken by moans, you couldn't say anything, you couldn't concentrate on anything but his cock going in and out of you. "My good whore took me so well, so warm, so tight, even though I fucked you with the vibrator." He moaned inside you.

But this time you were sure that the orgasm would not deny you, he began to move more intensely until he released himself inside you with a moan, continuing to move despite the fact that you had also released yourself after a long unconnected moan. But he didn't care, he wanted to continue and he was over-stimulating you. "Fucking Felix, I'm going to cum again," you whispered. And he grinned, grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, spread your buttocks and the walls with his hands, sank into you even harder, then came again, watching his cum dripping out of you.

"Fuck, Princess, you are all mine." He whispered as he collapsed on top of you. "All mine." This made you smile, for although he had fucked you wildly up to that point, he remained the sweet boy he had always been, who had always taken care of you. He picked you up and then took you into a hot bath together, gently caring for you before changing the sheets and tucking you into bed, hugging you and covering your naked bodies in the moonlight. "That was great, Fefi." You smiled at the little nickname you liked to give him. "Definitely, but please don't hit on anyone else." He giggled and you responded with a sweet, long kiss on his lips.

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a/n : hii, this was a request by an anon but I mistakenly deleted it 😭😭 so I hope that the anon will find this and like this so as you !! I'm writing things very short bc I'm actually studying for the exam session so forgive me, but im planning something bigger soooo 🤍🤍🔜 I opened a ko-fi account, i will post there some stories and drawings, if you want to support me i will be grateful to anyone who wants to give me tips, ITS NOT OBLIGATORY

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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. | 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 & 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐬

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: brief depictions of violence/a person getting jumped, and the aftermath of that. smut that includes: unprotected sex, breast play, dirty talk, riding, slight breeding kink, creampie, lots of making out, y/n and felix are basally two switches in this ngl. please take care in reading.

word count: 6.2k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

a/n: you guys, I swear to GOD that I did not fucking forget about this fic!!! 💀 trust me, I see all of the msgs and comments in my inbox across my platforms. I've just been too busy and tired from my daily life to keep up with writing much these days. on top of that, I don't feel particularly inclined to write straight-coupled smut rn. plus, my long-distance girlfriend just left from her weekend visit, so besides uni and work, she's been keeping me quite busy. 🤭 anyways, I hope ya'll enjoyed the end of this small series of mine, and thanks for all of the love you guys have shown it over the past year~!! 💗

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The worst thing about the next two weeks after your moment with Felix in his bedroom was that the entire time, Chris didn’t even reach out once.

There were no calls, no texts, no emails, no letters.

Just… nothing.

And that hurt the most out of everything else.

Pretty soon after your night spent over at Felix’s house, you came to terms with the end of the relationship. With the cheating and all the other shit.

But the one thing you couldn’t shake was the fact that there was complete radio silence on his end.

He didn’t even try to fight for you.

Didn’t even do his very best to get you back.

Instead, he just kept living his life, while he continued to fuck your best friend.

Yeji, on the other hand, had texted and called you at least a dozen times. None of which, you replied to.

She was acting like you two were in a romantic relationship. Like she was Chris in the situation.

It took her showing up to Angel Waves on a busy Friday night to finally be your breaking point. You were fed up with her bullshit. What ensued was a huge blowup between the two of you at the front of the restaurant.

But mostly, it was just you screaming. You who was the one who yelled at the top of your lungs, the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

For the most part, Yeji stayed silent. Just standing there and taking the brunt of all your hatred and disgust. And finally, when you told her you guys were done… that the friendship was officially over, that’s when she started to protest.

Soon, she was yanking on your hands, begging you to ‘not do this,’ and to ‘think it over some because-‘ But you had heard enough. From the moment you saw that long-ass text thread between her and your boyfriend, it had been over.

And just like that, the friendship was broken, and you were having your father escort her out of AW. Before you knew it, he was telling her never to come back again, and never to grace the doorstep of your house, otherwise he’d press charges. Since you had told your parents about the breakup and everything else that had happened along the way, they were fully on board with protecting you from the people who had hurt you so much.

Thankfully, Yeji didn’t go any further. As quickly as she had shown up at the front door of Angel Waves, she was gone. Forever. Good riddance to her, you said to yourself as you watched her walk down the side of the restaurant and towards the parking lot.

Perhaps the worst part about those two weeks after the breakup was the fact that you hardly got to see Felix. Between you grieving the relationship alone late at night in your room, studying homework, and waitressing at AW, you hardly had any free time to yourself to reach out to him.

But because Felix was… well, Felix, he made it a point to text you every single morning and night. Checking up on you and letting you know he was always there, rooting for you. That his door was always open in case you wanted to talk.

And for the most part, you found that you were doing okay. You wanted to be left alone in your thoughts. At least, for a little while. Yet, late at night, when your eyes were puffy from crying and your throat was scratchy, you’d look out of your bedroom window and watch the dark tidal waves ripple in the distance.

The changes in the blue colors of the ocean felt like your feelings throughout that time. One moment they were crystal clear, the next they were the deepest shade of cerulean. Through it all, you were lucky to have Felix by your side. Silently supporting you from afar.

That’s why, when Han Jisung showed up one random Thursday night to Angel Waves during a lull, you were confused out of your mind. He had already been served and was chowing down on a huge burger and fries. When you walked up to him, already smoothing down your apron and dress, he didn’t even pay you any attention.

“Uhm- Ji, what the fuck are you doing here?” You asked incredulously. Because although you guys were friends, he hadn’t frequented the restaurant much, quoting that it was ‘much too bougie for his taste.’

At the sound of your voice, he looked up from his plate and flashed you a wide grin just as he stuffed a couple of fries into his mouth. “Goddamn- this shit is good… did you know that, Y/N?” He laughed as he took another bite out of the burger.

Rolling your eyes at him, you looked around the restaurant to make sure you weren’t needed elsewhere before you sat down in the booth’s seat across from him. “Yeah, because my parents own the fucking place.” You deadpanned, raising an eyebrow his way as he grinned at you from behind his burger. “But I don’t think you came here tonight to devour a burger. So… what’s up?”

He took a swig of his chilled bottle of coke before finally answering your prodding. “Did you know that Chris is in the hospital right now?”

And just like that, your entire world stopped.

Everything came to a standstill.

The noise, hustle and bustle. The energy flowing throughout Angel Waves honed down to a single point as you focused on Jisung’s words.

Because… what, the actual, fuck?

Leaning forward in your seat slowly, you could feel your heart beat wildly against your ribcage as your eyes grew in shock. “I’m sorry- what?”

Jisung shrugged nonchalantly like this news was completely mind-blowing. “Yeah, Jeongin texted me last night, guess he visited him in the ER yesterday. Rumor has it he got jumped or something…” Then he was leaning forward too, eyes floating around the room before locking onto yours and dropping his voice down into a whisper. “But c’mon, a jump in Bridgeport? No fucking way. My bet is, he got mixed up in the wrong crowd involving drugs or some shit.”

“Chris. Got. Jumped.” You said slowly, shaking your head in disbelief as your mind started spinning with millions of thoughts. But the one that came to the forefront, you blurted out immediately. “How bad is it? It must be pretty horrible if it landed him in the ER.”

Jisung was busy stuffing his face with more burger and talked between chewing. “Beats me- Jeongin mentioned something about a few broken bones and some really bad cuts, but I’m sure that fucker will survive no problem.” Since everything that had happened between you and Chris within the past few weeks, Jisung had also cut all ties with him and officially hated his guts. “Serves him right, honestly, from the kind of freakish shit he pulled with you and Yeji…”

After that, Jisung kept talking. But you couldn’t hear him, couldn’t pay attention to him any longer.

Because all you could think about was what Felix had told you a few days prior. How he had to go out of town for the weekend to complete some “interviews” for a dance instructor position he was interested in. He had mentioned something about it being a few hours away, but so suddenly, everything was clicking.

How he told you not to worry if he didn’t reply to your calls and texts.

How he said he’d be back late at night that Wednesday.

You were shooting up from your seat after that, checking the current time on your phone. It read just a little past eleven at night. Hopefully, Felix was still up. Hopefully, he was home.

When Jisung noticed you moving away from the table, he grabbed ahold of your hand to stop you in your tracks. “Where are you going?”

“I think I know who did it.” You began, giving him the look. Jisung’s eyes searched your entire face, and for a moment, you automatically knew when it clicked in his mind. When it registered, with stark clarity.

“He did what he had to do.”

“It’s fucking illegal, Ji.”

Shrugging nonchalantly for the second time that night, Jisung took a dainty sip of his coke. “I mean, if it was me- Chris wouldn’t even be alive at this point.”

You pushed on his shoulder, scoffing lowly. “Well then, good thing you’re not in the same position.” And with that, you were fleeing from the restaurant entirely, ripping off your apron and throwing it on a nearby barstool as you made your way out the back entrance.

Felix’s house rose against the horizon in the distance. You broke out into a run, turning breathless fairly quickly from the adrenaline and worry running through your veins. As you got closer to the white-wooden paneled house, you noticed how most of the lights were switched off.

Save for the one in his bedroom.

Taking in a deep breath of relief, you made to climb up the porch and hoist open his bedroom window. Just like he had taught you all those years ago when you’d sneak into his bedroom after curfew during high school.

The fucking pane wasn’t even unlocked - figured, since he trusted the police officers a little too much in Bridgeport - and soon, you were climbing through the window and sitting down at the edge of his bed.

The nearby bathroom light was on, the warmth radiating from the crack of the door near the floorboards, and you could hear water running just behind the door.

Holding your breath, your hands twisted together with your nervousness. The air suddenly felt so fucking stifling and warm, yet you could feel the gooseflesh running down the lengths of your bare arms as you sat there.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have worn such a thin white tank top when it was on the chillier side of a summer night. Looking down, you realize just how short your ripped shorts were. They rode up your thighs as you sat there across his bed, and you hastily pulled them down to save some form of modesty.

Before you could fix up any other part of yourself, the bathroom door was swinging open and the trapped light was flooding across the entire dimly-lit bedroom. The warmth cascaded across your skin, and when you looked up from the ground, Felix was illuminated by it.

He was… shirtless.

With… messy, dripping wet hair and a pair of loose black sweatpants haphazardly thrown on.

“Y/N- uh, what are you doing here?” He asked hesitantly, running his hands through the back of his hair in the way he always did when he was taken aback. “I just got back from a swim, I didn’t-“

“Is it true?”

“Is… what true?” He raised a dark, perfectly manicured eyebrow your way as he neared his desk. Reaching out, he squirted out a tiny bit of lotion onto his delicate fingers and gently patted the product onto his skin.

“The fact that Chris is in the fucking hospital right now.”

“Oh. That,” he didn’t even seem surprised to hear your words, meaning that he had already heard about it. He rubbed a small amount of emulsion onto his cheeks before flashing you with a tiny grin, staring at you through the mirror. “Minho told me this morning. Heard it’s pretty bad.”

“Show me your hands, Felix.” You said, voice low and icy against your tongue. For a moment, Felix stopped his movements at the desk. He just stared at you from the mirror that was hung on the wall in front of it. And when he made no sign of moving, of heeding your words, you pressed again. “Felix. Show me your fucking hands.”

Felix raised an eyebrow your way, as he closed the bottle of lotion and placed it back on its glass holder atop his desk. “I’m at no liberty to do what you say. You can’t tell me what to do, angel… As much as you probably want to.”

The way the pet name sounded coming from his mouth did something funny to your insides just then. The way it twisted around his tongue and came out softly yet a little bit harsh, too, twisted up everything inside of you and made you want to scream out loud.

But you didn’t know if you wanted to scream at him, or for him.

And before your heart could catch up to what your brain was doing, you were standing up from the bed and your legs were stretching across the floor. The length between the desk and bed frame wasn’t long. And before you knew it, you were just beside Felix, taking ahold of his hands and bringing them into your line of vision.

They were…

Bruised.

Badly cut.

And various shades of violent reds and purples.

Half of his hands were bandaged up, the other halves were completely open.

“Felix… what-”

Yanking his hands out of your hold, he ran them through his unruly blonde locks, sighing heavily. “He’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill his sorry ass. I almost did, that night on the highway- when I saw him hit you like that.”

Reaching out, you grabbed onto one of his hands again and squeezed it slowly. “You could go to jail for this, Lix. Chris- he’ll… he’ll press charges. You know he will.” Your voice sounded strained and desperate. And you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your vision at the sheer thought of it all.

Of Felix going and seeking out your ex just so he could beat him to a pulp so much, he landed the fucker in the hospital.

Because no, not your Lee Felix.

Not the boy who was known throughout elementary middle and high school as the sweetest human in the entire world.

Not the boy who couldn’t hurt a fly.

Not your sweet, pretty… Felix.

Shaking his head slowly, Felix’s eyes met yours through the reflection in the mirror. “He won’t press charges, trust me. I made sure to fuck him up enough that he wouldn’t. Chris is too much of a coward to ever show his face around these parts again.” He flashed you an easy grin, squeezing your hand faintly in reassurance.

And you actually believed him.

Because if it had been bad enough to land Chris in the hospital, and leave such nasty wounds and scars across Felix’s entire hands, you were pretty sure your ex would never face either of you again.

“But… why? I don’t understand why you’d do something like that?” You began, getting choked up again. Chest heaving slightly, you leaned into his side, breath hitching in the pit of your throat at just the thought of Felix being taken away from your side because of a stupid fight and breakup. “Why would you do it when you know the risks? I can’t fucking lose you, Felix, I- not again. Please.”

At that, Felix was turning completely. So that he was facing you. And then he was pulling you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you buried your face in his bare chest. His warm skin against your lips lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, but at that moment, you couldn’t see or think about anything past your tears. That were steadily flowing down your face.

“I’m not leaving you, Y/N. I’ve done that once, I promised you I wouldn’t do it again.” He said in a soft voice, as he carded a few fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture.

“Why? Why did you do it?” You cried out softly, nestling your face into his naked skin. Your body was seeking out any kind the warmth, from the way that the fright was wrapping around all of your senses in that moment.

For a few beats, everything was silent. The only sound in the entire bedroom was your quiet sniffles. And Felix’s breathing. Then, he spoke in that deep voice of his. “Because I care, angel. A little too much, it would seem. I care way too much to sit idly by and let a man like that walk this earth without having any consequences.”

“Us breaking up was a punishment enough.”

You could sense Felix shaking his head above you, as he held you close to his half-clothed form. “No. He never deserved you, from the very beginning. That’s why I got so angry- on graduation night. Because you couldn’t see what I saw in him… which was absolutely nothing.” As he spoke, you could feel him tensing against you. And only then, did you realize that the tears had stopped. And instead of listening to your sobs, you were listening to what he was telling you. “I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing you with him when I knew he was a horrible fucking person. I couldn’t stand the thought of hearing you talk about him on our calls once I went to Korea. I couldn’t stand the thought of any of it. That’s why I cut everything off.”

Moving away from his chest just slightly, you stared up at him and met his gaze. “You could’ve told me all of this, you know. And I would’ve understood.”

Raising a noncommittal eyebrow down at you, he scoffed lowly. “Really, Y/N? Because your actions from the past say something very differently.”

And without even thinking about it, you were raising your hands, brushing a few strands of his loose blonde hair behind his ears. “Yes, really. Because I love you and I value your opinion so fucking much.”

“No, don’t say that.”

Felix’s words came out deathly quiet, making your heart stop beating in the pit of your chest for a few seconds. Frowning in confusion, you pressed your lips together in a displeased line. “What do you-”

“Don’t say you love me, because we both know that if you did- you never would’ve been with him in the first place,” Felix said slowly, in a breathless kind of way. But despite his words, he was already moving slowly. Hands reaching up, his slender fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Eyes watching the way you breathed out in a shuttering kind of way at the movement.

“So tell me that you don’t. Tell me that you don’t love me.” He continued, even as his hand was slipping behind your neck and his other hand was finding its way onto your hip. He yanked you a little closer to his form.

Swallowing down a mixture of a moan and scream, you met his gaze. And there, you found a myriad of emotions. His eyes were hooded and searching, as they wandered across your face, picking up on every one of your emotions. There, you found love and… desire, too.

“I love you, Lee Felix.”

“That’s not what I told you to say. That’s the opposite, actually.” He said in a gravelly voice, the sound of it rumbling out of his chest and cascading down your entire body.

Shrugging just a tiny bit, you offered him a sly kind of smirk. “Guess it’s opposite day then- because I-”

Instead of words, his mouth was the thing that cut you off next.

The kiss was so abrupt and sudden, that your brain had hardly any time to process it. Then, all of a sudden, you were melting into the feeling of it all. Of his lips pressed against yours, fervently seeking you out. You nearly fell into his arms, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was holding onto your waist with one hand, and the other was wrapped in your locks at the nape of your neck.

“F-Felix-” You moaned out softly in the split second that he pulled away to allow you time to breathe. Then his mouth was back on yours with a searing vengeance, as his tongue prodded at the line of your lips.

And just like that, you let him in. His warm tongue slipped between your teeth and soon you were exploring each other’s tastes in a heated, frenzied kind of way. Almost like, without the two of you even realizing it, your mouths had been craving each other from day one.

Felix pulled on your hair a little bit harder after that, tilting your head back just enough as his lips parted from yours. And when you were about to protest from the lack of his mouth, he trailed his head downward, making a path of gentle kisses down the side of your cheek, across the line of your jaw, and towards the column of your neck.

When he stopped just above your breastbone, where the top of your ruffled tank top started, he stared up at you with wide, imploring eyes. “Too much?” He asked in the gentlest of voices you had ever heard come from a man.

But already, you found yourself shaking your head vehemently. “No- never.” So you let him take control. You let him move you two backward until he was sitting down on the edge of the bed and you were cradling his hips with either of your legs, sitting atop his lap.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so fucking long, I don’t even know what to do with all of the thoughts I have right now…” He whispered, hands coming up to your shoulders and massaging the skin there.

You dipped into his presence, pressing a few feverish kisses against his lips. “It’s okay- I can tell you what to do,” you mumbled in between kisses, tasting him and catching his scent of body wash and salt water. “Take off my top, Lixie.”

And surprisingly, he did what he was told. Soon, he was helping you shed your white tank until you were down to your light purple bralette. Sitting there, on his lap, you watched all the emotions dance across his brilliant face. “You’re so fucking beautiful- I have no words anymore-” He mumbled, eyes roving across your half-exposed chest and catching on the way that your hands stretched behind your back.

Soon, you were unclasping your bralette and throwing it off to the side. You stared back at Felix, your gazes locking. Almost like, he couldn’t bear to move his focus anymore downwards. Like if he did, the moment between you would break and he’d wake up and realize all of it was but a mere dream on the horizon.

“Kiss me, Felix,” you whispered, but the deep, cloying tenderness of your voice suggested to both of you that you weren’t talking about your lips. And just like that, he was leaning forward, beginning to pepper featherlight kisses down the column of your neck and onwards.

Carding your hands through his damp, shaggy blonde hair, you pushed his face a little closer to your skin, guiding his mouth until his lips were hovering over your chest. Then he was looking up at you again, eyes gaping wide open almost like he was asking for permission yet again. If he didn’t get the all-clear from you for the millionth time that night, the entire thing would be ruined.

“Open up, baby,” is all you said in a soft voice. The whispery sound of it floated out into the darkness of the room, wrapping around the two of you just as Felix did what he was told. Like a good boy.

Unhinging his jaw just the tiniest of bits, he easily fit his lips around one of your pebbled nipples. And like magic, like some devilish sex faerie took ahold of his mind, he was sucking on your skin within the next breath. Sucking so good, soon you were throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. Fingers wrapping around his blonde locks a little more, you pushed his face closer to your form.

His teeth grazed your goose-flesh skin, licking every part of you that he could get his mouth on. And when he came up for air, the sound of saliva popping off of your cool tit, Felix was smiling a devious kind of smirk. “Your skin tastes so fucking good…” Then he was eyeing your other nipple, that had been left untouched as of yet.

Peering down at him with a slightly raised brow, you moved across his hips. The single shift in position made him groan out loud in pure agony, a tinge of crimson bursting across his cheeks as you ground down against the hardness between his legs. “Then why the hell did you stop, Lexie?”

And just like before, he was heeding your words. His mouth came around your other pert bud, sucking and licking and kissing. Meanwhile, his hands were busy roaming across your entire body… tweaking your other nipple, grasping onto your hip before skirting up the length of your spine. The entire time, you slowly moved your waist against his, feeling the tent growing just beneath the thin fabric of his black sweatpants.

Each time you danced a little bit closer to where you needed him most, he let out a string of filthy groans against your skin. Your movements prompted him to suck even harder, to drawl out as many heavy sighs as he could from deep inside your chest. His bare chest heaved with breath, as he rarely came up for hair. Muscled pecks and abdomen flexed, constricting every time you edged him a little bit closer to the edge.

When it finally became too much for him, he was pushing away from your wet, pebbled tits. “N-Need to be inside you, right fucking now.” He was practically whining, in that deep voice of him. It was really adorable if you were to be truly honest with yourself. “Please… need to… I need to…”

But the words didn’t make it out of his mouth in time. Instead, you were pressing up into his space, imprinting kiss after heated kiss to his swollen lips. And when you were done, you pulled away just slightly to tuck a lock of messy blonde hair behind his ear. “What do you need right now… baby? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Need to fuck you,” he started, breathing heaving so deeply that his shoulders shuttered with it. Sparkly eyes peering up at you with a wide, deer-in-the-headlights kind of resemblance. “Need to breed you- fuck you raw, for Christ’s sake…”

He said the last of his words with a kind of venom you had never heard from him. Almost like…

“Felix… are you, jealous?”

Surprise dawned across his entire face then, as the crimson of his cheeks only deepened the freckles smattered across his skin. “W-What? No! Why would you even-”

“Lee. Felix. Are you mad that Chris got to fuck me raw?”

“Well now, how could I be when I don’t know if-”

A tiny smirk started to pull your lips upwards, as you said “Oh no, we definitely did. Most of the time, actually.”

Utter shock burst across his face at your confession. And for a few moments, you felt somewhat embarrassed. To admit such an intimate detail about your sex life with your longtime boyfriend. Especially to the best friend you had known since you were a little girl.

Flabbergasted for a few seconds, Felix raised a finger in the air in a snooty kind of way. “First of all, that is incredibly risky. Second-”

“And like you wanting to do it now isn’t incredibly risky and dangerous too?”

Your snarky comeback threw his argument right back into his court. And he glared your way, rolling his glittering eyes dramatically. “Okay, but this is fucking different. I’m not gonna-”

“Cheat on me with my best friend and then slap me across the face when I try to break up with you?”

“God- will you let me finish, woman?!”

You liked riling him up. It was fun and you had always taken great pleasure in it, ever since you were a young child. So you sat back a little bit, pushing away from his hips somewhat and folding your arms across your bare chest. “I mean yes- eventually, I am gonna let you finish tonight. But okay, make your argument.”

Running a frustrated hand through his silky, damp hair, Felix’s eyes searched the room for the words he wanted to say. “I don’t wanna fuck you because I think you’re easy and then I’m gonna be done with you after tonight. I wanna be with you because I fucking love you. I have, since day one. Since we were little kids, I had a raging crush that grew into an uncontrollable fire and then into a monster.” By then, he was staring right back at you again. Gazes locked, it was like he was searching into the depths of your very soul. You could see so many emotions written across his face then… love, anger, passion… “The only reason I wanna- wanna come inside is because I wanna make sure you know you’re mine and that I’m yours.”

For a few beats, everything was completely silent. Save for the heavy breathing on both of your ends.

Then, a sly kind of grin was flashing across your face as your hands hastily made their way down to your hips, ripping off your shorts at record speed. Way faster than your fingers had ever done in the entire time that you had been intimate with Chris.

And before you could even say anything, before any words were even spoken between the two of you after Felix’s passionate tyraid of love, you felt movement underneath you.

Between your legs, you could feel hands moving. Across your thighs, they danced- spreading, opening, caressing. Until they were pressed up to your very centre, drawling a loud moan from you as they played around your clit. In mere seconds, Felix was slipping two digits into you, opening you up gradually.

“Fuck, your pussy is stretching so nicely for me…” He grunted, leaning into you and pressing feverish kisses to your lips. He bit down on your bottom lip just slightly, and each time he hit his fingers up into that gooey spot inside of you, you swore you saw stars. “Gonna be fun to fuck this tight, pretty thing.”

You twirled your hips across his fingers, shivering in pure bliss each time his thumb caressed your enflamed bundle of nerves. “L-Lix… I… need…” But all semblance of forming words fled from your body entirely, as the heat of arousal overtook your entire form.

“You need me, hmm?” Felix mused in a deep voice, the one he knew drove you up the fucking wall in a subtle kind of way. “Okay then.” He said, and soon, his hands were yanking away from your cunt altogether, as he pushed his sweatpants down and off of his hips.

In mere seconds, he had his fingers gripping your bare ass, nails digging into the flesh there as he helped move you into position. Holding your breath after that, feeling it widen across the expanse of your ribcage, you slowly began to sink onto his cock, which was glistening with precum. The tip sunk in with ease, and when you finally sunk to the base, a deep wave of pleasure ran across the length of your spine.

He was a lot bigger than you had originally thought, and you could feel the tip of him reaching into the very depths of you as he slowly helped guide you back up his length.

“Shit- you feel so goddamn amazing, princess…” Felix panted out loud in a thick tone, and with that, he was gripping your hips and helping you sink back down onto his cock with keen precision.

With each movement of your hips, he thrust up into you, nails digging into your ass cheeks while you leaned into him, grasping onto his chiseled pecks with the force of each long drawl you took. Nothing else needed to be said between you, as you focused in on the passion that was both thrumming through your veins.

Every hit of his cock up into your tightness made the blood in your body boil, and each breath that you took through your constricted lungs brought you a little closer to that blissful cliffside. You cracked your eyes open just a tiny bit to watch Felix’s gaze. The way it was serious and pointed towards the point where your bodies met.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your wetness mixing with his girth, almost sent you over the edge countless times. And each time he sheathed himself back inside of you, you could feel his length growing tighter.

“I-I’m really close, Lix- fuck…” You cried out in a broken tone, throwing your head back as you danced ravenously across his lap. His tip reached up so far into you, that you could practically feel it in your tummy.

Felix shuttered in a deep, cloying breath. And when your eyes widened to focus on him again, he was smirking up at you. Pearly white teeth flashing against red lips, he made to kiss you through the wave of pent-up arousal that was flooding your entire system. “Let go for me, my perfect, pretty princess… it’s okay, you can cum around my cock. I don’t mind.” His words made your eyes cross a little bit in bliss.

And just like that, your body was moving on its own accord. Thigh trembling around his hips, a strangled kind of scream ripped free from the deepest parts of your soul. Within seconds, you were crashing down from your high, the orgasm lighting every part of your closed vision. Otherworldly visions and galaxies splashed across your mind, taking you to another place as you rode through your high.

The entire time, Felix soothed you with beautiful words of praise. And when it was finally time for him to cum, you were only pushed further over the edge of your orgasm. The feeling of him shooting himself deep inside of you made your eyes cross and made you bite your lip in pure ecstasy.

“Goddamn- your pussy feels so fucking good pulsing around my cock like that- milking me dry-” Felix was spewing half-nonsense as he rode out his own high, thrusting up into you and fucking the cum back between your walls. You were incredibly glad that you hadn’t used anything for protection because you knew that your first time with Felix wouldn’t have felt as special if there was plastic between the two of you.

When the two of you finally came down from your highs, it was only a matter of time before Felix was pulling out of you. Groaning at the absence of him, he positioned the two of you so that you were both lying down on his bed.

“Was that… too much?” He asked, turning onto his side to peer into your eyes.

Mimicking his posture, you traced a few fingers across his freckled cheeks which were still warm to the touch from arousal. “Baby, no. It was perfect because you’re perfect.”

He giggled like a little schoolboy at that, grabbing ahold of your waist and yanking you close to his form. He brought his face close to yours, whispering in the lightest of voices, “I’m so lucky to have you in my life again. From the moment we first time, I never wanted to be parted from you, Y/N.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Felix.” You murmured, just as he leaned in to press fleeting kiss after kiss against your lips. Then you were pulling away from his affection, offering him a smirk. “Now help me clean myself up.”

“Why? You don’t wanna carry my baby?” He was pretending to be offended, furrowing his brow and frowning in a sardonic kind of way.

Punching his bare shoulder playfully, you rolled your eyes in only a slight bit of annoyance. “Not right now, stupid.”

“Okay, but that leaves the future up for interpretation…”

For a few seconds, you let the silence fade between you. And you could feel the tiny smile crack across the corners of your lips as the realization entered Felix’s mind. That quite possibly, one day, when the two of you were much older, you’d want to carry his babies.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was grasping your hands and pulling you up from the bed. Leading you open to the bathroom with a bright grin flashing across his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

And you let him take the lead.

You let him, knowing in the back of your mind that no matter what- he would always have your back.

No matter how much time you spent apart and how much shit happened between the interim.

He had always been the only person there for you, and we would continue to be for the rest of eternity.

Through thick and thin.

First, as a best friend.

And second, as a partner and the love of your life.

Fin.

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chroniclesofskz · 3 days ago

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Waltz into my heart

Angst and love

Y/N has always been Felix's biggest supporter from the sidelines. But when she sees him overworking himself and ignoring his health, her concern turns into a passionate confession that reveals her hidden feelings. As they confront their emotions and the pressures of fame, Y/N and Felix embark on a journey of self-discovery, love, and the importance of balance. Will they find a way to nurture their dreams while embracing the love blossoming between them?

Y/N had been silently observing Felix from the sidelines for far too long. She admired everything about him—his infectious laughter, his carefree spirit, and his unwavering dedication to Stray Kids. But lately, her heart ached as she noticed him pushing himself to the brink. The late nights at the dance studio had shifted from passion to obsession, and the toll was evident in his tired eyes and now, increasingly in his movements.

More recently, concern had morphed into outright frustration. Felix frequently rubbed his lower back following the particularly strenuous dance routines, and she could see the struggle in his posture—the winces as he executed sharp moves, the way he collapsed onto the floor after practice, completely drained. It drove her mad that he ignored his own well-being, all in pursuit of perfection.

On a particularly late Friday night, Y/N finally reached her breaking point. She prepared a care package filled with his favorite snacks: a batch of rich, fudgy brownies, some homemade cookies, and two iced coffees sweetened just the way he liked them—she hoped this would provide the boost he desperately needed. As she assembled the items, determination fueled her every action. This was about more than just snacks; it was about confronting Felix’s reckless behavior directly.

After a quick drive to the dance studio, she hesitated outside the doors. The sound of music and rhythmic thumping echoed within, but enough was enough. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.

The studio was dimly lit, the scent of sweat and determination filling the air. Felix was in the middle of a routine, his movements sharp but tinged with exhaustion. He paused, rubbing his lower back before continuing, and Y/N’s heart sank. The sight of him struggling ignited her frustration.

“Felix!” she called out, her voice stronger than she felt.

He paused mid-step, surprise flooding his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” she replied, trying to keep her tone steady despite the concern swirling inside her. “You’re pushing yourself way too hard! You need to eat and rest!”

“I’ll be fine,” he shrugged, brushing off her concern as if it were nothing. “I just want to get better. I can’t fall behind.”

Y/N’s frustration crested like a wave. “No, you need to listen!” she snapped, stepping closer. “You’re not fine! You’ve been working yourself to the bone! Look at you! You think this is okay? You keep ignoring your back pain—as if it’s nothing! This isn’t just about you or the group; it’s about your health!”

She watched as he crossed his arms, a defensive posture taking over. “I need to focus on my dance! I don’t have time for this!”

The anger bubbled over as her voice rose, a mix of concern and exasperation. “You don’t have time for a break? What, are you invincible? You’re acting like you’re going to be perfect just by overworking yourself! It’s stupid, Felix!”

As she spoke, she could feel the heat of her frustration flowing through her. How could he be so reckless? How could he care so little for his well-being? The tears of anger began to well in her eyes, and she wiped them away angrily. “I hate watching you like this! It breaks my heart to see you ruining yourself for some ideal someone imposed on you!”

Felix’s eyes softened at her rage, but he also hardened, his jaw clenching. “You don’t understand what it’s like! I can’t let anyone down. I just want to be the best for everyone… for you.”

The reality of how much he was struggling slapped her like a cold wave, the vulnerability in his eyes intermingling with her frustration. “No, Felix! You’re not letting anyone down by taking care of yourself! That’s not how love works; it’s not about being perfect or performing flawless dance moves! It’s about being healthy and present!”

His expression faltered for a moment, but stubbornness crept back in. “I’ll deal with it. I’m not weak!”

Y/N felt a sudden rush of emotion, the dam of her concerns breaking. “You’re not weak for wanting to rest! You’re weak for refusing to hear the people who care about you! You’re being reckless, and it’s driving me insane!”

With a mix of desperation and raw emotion, Y/N shouted through her tears, “I love you, Felix! Why can't you see that? I can’t just stand by while you destroy yourself!”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and damning. Felix, taken aback by her fervent confession, fell silent. An array of emotions danced across his features, confusion and realization intertwining.

Before he could process his thoughts, Y/N turned sharply, storming out of the studio, anger and

heartbreak propelling her forward. Each step felt like a release, the fury and sorrow battling fiercely within her as she exited the studio. The memory of Felix’s stubborn face haunted her, and she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the hallway.

Felix stood paralyzed, shock coursing through him. How had they arrived at this point? The chaos of their emotions muddled his thoughts. He had never seen Y/N so passionate and upset, not about him. Her confession hung in the air like a bell tolling—loud, clear, and impossible to ignore.

Realization struck him hard, like a blow to the gut. Y/N didn’t just care about him; she loved him, and she was right. As he replayed her words, all the pieces fell into place—her worried glances, her soft touches, the way she always made time for him. It all made sense now, and the weight of his own stubbornness hit him like a wave.

“Y/N, wait!” he shouted, racing after her through the hallway. He sprinted, ignoring the soreness in his back, focused solely on catching up to her before she slipped away. He couldn’t let her go; he wouldn’t.

“Y/N, please!” he called again, the urgency in his voice ringing louder this time as he rounded the corner. His heart thudded in his chest, propelled by a mix of adrenaline and fear of losing her. “I need to talk to you!”

She paused, her back facing him as she took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling. “What’s there to say, Felix? You already made your choice, didn’t you?”

The hurt in her voice cut through him, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “No, that’s not true. I didn’t mean to push you away. I … I just didn’t know how to handle everything!”

Y/N slowly turned to face him, and the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks made his heart ache. “How can you not see what you’re doing to yourself? I can’t be okay with watching you push your limits while your health deteriorates. I care too much!”

“Y/N,” he said, desperation in his voice. “I care, too! I’ve cared for so long, and I was too scared to admit it.” He stepped closer, earnestness flooding him. “I didn’t want to complicate things between us, didn’t want to distract you from your own life. But now, I see how stupid I’ve been.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, and the air felt charged with tension. Y/N’s eyes searched his, looking for signs of sincerity amidst the turmoil. Felix took a few tentative steps closer, his heart racing as he closed the distance. “I love you, Y/N! I love you, and I’m terrified of losing you! I thought I was doing the right thing by working hard, but it feels empty without you by my side.”

She blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his admission. The anger she had felt began to fade as a wave of relief washed over her, but it was still mingled with frustration. “If you love me, then why can’t you just take care of yourself? You have to understand that I want you to thrive, not burn out.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry for all of it!” His voice broke slightly, suffused with emotion. “I promise I’ll do better. I’ll listen to you. I’ll take breaks. Just please, don’t walk away from me.”

As he watched her, the tears returned to Y/N’s eyes, this time spilling over with a different kind of urgency. Her heart clenched at the sight of him beneath the studio lights—the weariness, the uncertainty, the strength of his feelings suddenly laid bare. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel the tension melting away.

“Felix…” she murmured, her voice trembling as she took a deep breath. “I want to believe you. I really do.”

In that moment of vulnerability, a connection ignited, a magnetic pull that brought them closer. Felix stepped in front of her, cupping her face gently in his hands as he looked into her eyes with fierce devotion.

“I mean it, Y/N. I will prioritize us—I’m ready to let you in. Just promise me you’ll help me along the way.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. It was urgent and fervent, a collision of all the feelings they had kept bottled up for too long. The surprise of it made her weak in the knees, and she instinctively kissed him back, pouring everything she felt into the moment.

Felix’s hands cradled her face as they kissed, savoring the warmth and softness of her lips against his, brushing away the remnants of her tears with his thumb. Their kiss

deepened, filled with the passion they had both longed to express. Every ounce of emotion they had bottled up poured into that moment as they lost themselves in each other. Felix felt the warmth of her body close to his, and it calmed the storm within him.

He pulled away slightly to gaze into her eyes, both of them breathing heavily. “See? This is what I’ve been missing,” Felix said softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “You’re my light, Y/N. I’d be lost without you.”

Y/N’s heart soared at his words, and a smile broke through the remnants of her tears. “And I’d do anything to ensure you realize how wonderful you are, Felix. You’re not just a dancer; you’re so much more than that.”

He leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a gesture filled with unspoken admiration. “Let’s do this together. I’ll take it slow, I promise.”

With newfound resolve, Y/N held onto his arms, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “We’ll take care of each other. And when the weight of the world feels too heavy, we’ll share it.”

“Exactly,” he replied, leaning down to capture her lips again in a softer kiss, a promise of their connection solidified in that contact.

Felix took a step back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, let’s eat those brownies before they start melting in the heat of this moment!”

Y/N laughed, a melodic sound that felt like music in the studio. “Only if you promise to split them with me!”

“Deal!” he winked, and they walked hand-in-hand to the nearby bench, the earlier tension replaced by an easiness that felt right.

As they settled down, Y/N opened the package, revealing the delectable treats she had prepared with care. She handed him a brownie, and when he took a bite, his eyes lit up with delight. “This is amazing! You’re the best,” he said, mouth half-full.

Y/N giggled, watching him enjoy the food. It was a simple, sweet moment, but it filled her heart with warmth. She joined him, savoring the taste of the brownies and the cookies, both comforting in their familiarity.

After they finished the snacks, Felix leaned back on his hands, propping himself up as he looked at her. “So, about taking care of myself…” he began, a playful smirk teasing the corners of his lips.

“Oh no, what is it?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, half-joking.

“I think it's time we put a limit on my practice hours and maybe incorporate more fun activities into my life,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How about a dance party just for us? No crowds, no pressure—just you and me.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the thought, and she clapped her hands in excitement. “That sounds perfect! We can play our favorite songs and just dance—no judging, just fun!”

“Exactly!” he agreed, his excitement matching hers, then added with a cheeky smile, “And maybe we can add a few more snacks to the playlist too?”

She laughed, playfully shoving him. “You and your food! But yes, definitely. I’m all in if it means spending time with you.”

As they settled into a comfortable rhythm, Felix reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers effortlessly. “You’ve changed everything for me, Y/N. I don’t want to hide my feelings anymore, and I don’t want you to either. Let’s make this real.”

She felt the flutter of hope swell within her—a promise of a new beginning. “With you, I can be myself, Felix. Let’s be each other’s safe space.”

He nudged her shoulder playfully. “And maybe our dance floor ground zero,” he added with a grin, causing her to chuckle.

The atmosphere felt lighter now, filled with shared laughter and affections. They spent the rest of the evening dancing together, sometimes swaying to soft beats, other times breaking out into silly movements that made them both laugh uncontrollably.

In between their spontaneous dance breaks, they stole quick kisses and shared sweet whispers, building moments that felt like they were existing in their world. Each gesture—whether it was a laugh, a fleeting touch, or a whispered confession—felt like a step further into their newfound bond.

Later, as the evening winded down and the studio lights dimmed, Y/N turned to Felix, her heart warm with affection. “Thank you for letting me in—truly.”

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I’ll always listen to you from now on, I promise.”

Kissing her forehead softly, he smiled down at her—his fingers sliding through her hair as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear. Y/N looked up at

him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. The vulnerability between them felt almost magical, grounding them in a way they had never experienced before.

“Felix,” she started, her voice soft, “promise me you won’t overwork yourself again. I want you to be the incredible dancer you are, but I need you to prioritize your well-being too.”

He nodded earnestly, his eyes sincere as they bore into hers. “I promise, Y/N. I realize now that I need to find that balance—between ambition and taking care of myself. With you by my side, I feel like I can do that.”

“Good! I’ll be here to remind you whenever you need,” she affirmed, her heart dancing at the thought of supporting him in a healthier way.

Felix chuckled, leaning down to press a light kiss on her lips—a dance of warmth and sweetness that sent butterflies flying through her stomach. “And I’ll be here for you too, always.”

With the promise of a new dynamic between them established, Felix took her hand and led her to the center of the studio, where the floor felt welcoming beneath their feet. He started swaying gently, pulling her into a soft rhythm, and they moved together, almost as if they were the only two people in the world.

“Let’s dance our worries away,” he said, flashing her that charming smile that made her stomach flutter.

Y/N smiled back, her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Okay! But only if you promise not to step on my toes!”

“I’ll do my best!” he laughed, his voice light and playful as he guided her in their silly little dance.

The music they shared hummed in the background, providing the perfect backdrop for their impromptu dance party. They swayed together, laughter bubbling up between them as they tried to imitate silly moves they saw in the dance videos—their hearts lightening, their spirits lifting.

As they danced, Felix would occasionally lift her off the ground, spinning her around as she squealed in both surprise and delight. His strength enveloped her, filling her heart with admiration and warmth. They were lost in their little world, where laughter echoed and joy reigned.

“Dance-offs?” she suggested playfully, a competitive glimmer in her eyes.

“Bring it on!” he challenged, and they fell into playful banter, each taking turns trying to outdo each other with silly and exaggerated dance moves.

As the night wore on, the laughter began to fade into peaceful giggles, their bodies growing tired but their hearts still racing. Eventually, they found a quiet spot on the floor, leaning against one another, the energy of the evening soothing and comforting.

“Can we stay like this forever?” Y/N asked softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Felix tightened his hold around her, his heart swelling at the thought. “I don’t see why not. As long as we keep loving and supporting each other, I think we’ll be just fine.”

Y/N felt a sense of contentment envelop her, the words soothing her soul and giving her hope for whatever lay ahead.

“I can’t believe we finally made it here,” she mused. “After all those unspoken feelings and frustrations…”

Felix tilted her chin gently, guiding her gaze up to meet his. “We were just waiting for the right moment. And now? We’ll build beautiful memories together—one dance at a time.”

With that promise hanging in the air, he leaned down, capturing her lips again in a soft, lingering kiss that took her breath away. The kiss held all the passion, love, and commitment they had both been holding back, pouring everything they shared into that gentle touch.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless and a little dazed, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “You know, I think you and I make quite the team.”

He chuckled, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Perfect, then. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“Exactly!” she laughed, her heart soaring at the chemistry between them.

They spent the rest of the evening reminiscing and talking about their dreams and ambitions, making promises to be there for each other. They shared favorite songs, discussed future dance practices, and planned impromptu adventures. Everything felt different now—lighter, filled with endless possibilities.

As the evening stretched into night, the once-empty studio felt alive with their laughter and connection. Y/N knew they had crossed an important boundary, stepping into a realm of deeper affection and understanding that neither of them had anticipated exploring together.

Finally, as the stars twinkled outside, they cupped each other's faces, brushing noses, sharing quiet breaths, and whispering quiet vows of love and support in the dim light of the studio.

In each other’s arms, they found refuge—a safe space where dreams expanded and love blossomed. Wrapped in their newfound closeness, they fell asleep under the studio’s soft lights, ready to

embrace whatever the future held for them, knowing they would face it together—hand in hand, hearts intertwined, and ready to dance through life.

As the night deepened, the soft sounds of their laughter faded into a peaceful calm, leaving the dance studio enveloped in warmth and the promise of a beautiful journey ahead.

And in that moment, Y/N and Felix knew they had found something truly special—a love that was as vibrant as the music that had brought them together, stronger with each gentle sway and whisper shared in the quiet of the night.

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rizykim · 3 months ago

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Rain || Lee Felix

Pairing: Boyfriend!Felix × You

Summary: You and Felix were about to go on a date together,enjoy the quality time by eating ice cream and going to a cute cafe or so,when suddenly it started to pour. The boy busied himself with gaming while you on the other hand was sad for not being able to go out.

Warning: Fluff

Wordcount: 1K

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and this my first time writing oneshot fluff and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

"Huh..." The girl sighed out of bed, staring out the window at the continuous pattern of rain falling on the already damp grass. Her chin rested on her hand as her elbow propped. Her eyes were lazily batting every now and then with the echoing sounds of video games, and the rain filled the room. It had been raining for the last 30 minutes, just when ___ suggested going out for ice cream with her boyfriend. She was really excited to finally have some time to have fun with her boyfriend, but unfortunately, the weather had different plans. With defeat, ___ decided to sleep, but that didn't go as planned, and instead she came out to her living room to watch TV. Only to see her boyfriend already occupying it. Not wanting to interrupt him and his friends who were playing with him online, he turned a blind eye and watched the rain instead.

"Huh..." She let out another sigh, wondering about the things she could do to pass time, but she wasn't in the mood to lift a single finger.

"You alright there, babe?" Her boyfriend spoke up, his attention still glued to the game controller, playing as his tiny hands fumbled with the controller.

"Eh? Oh, yeah, I'm good," she said, still seated on her chair, while her gaze focused on a raindrop that began running down the glass.

The boy turned his head back after a few seconds, observing his girl's gloomy attire as she leaned on the chair near the window. He took in how she looked so sad, like the bad weather outside. Possibly upset they couldn't go on a cute date they planned to go on. He mumbled a quick 'goodbye, I have to go' to his mic before switching off his game and walked over to the latter. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets (as the both of them were still in the same clothes they put on to go out) and tipped at the wall next to the window. He breathed in deeply as he joined in on starring at their yard. Listening to the soft, uneven melody of the rain.

"I'm bored," ___ said, gaining the others' attention.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" He asked, "I actually don't know... Just anything to pass time, I guess," she replied with a shrug.

The boy looked back at the yard through his window to to drift off into his thoughts to come up with something to keep both of them satisfied when an idea suddenly popped into his mind with his eyes lighting up for a second. He began opening the window and sliding it to the side before running out with a huge grin.

"What about this—oh shoot!" His smile dropped as he came back in.

"What the heck was that?! You'll catch a cold, you idiot!!" ___ scolded, but he only smiled at her before going near the TV and grabbing the sound speakers from the storage cabinet under the TV and bringing them to the near where ___ was. He made them face the yard, ensuring they have good distance from the door for them to not get wet. He switched them on before rubbing his hands on his jeans before pulling out his phone, connecting the devices before, and starting to play some gentle tones.

The girl sat there in utter confusion of what he was trying to do until she was pulled out of her trance when she felt the other pull her hand and towards Outside.

"Felix, wait, what are you doing?! ___ complained once she felt the cold natural water starting to seep through her clothes. The cool rush of water running down her and starting to soak her. She tried to run back with her hands on top of her head to block out the rain, but Felix pulled her back. Crashing her against him and interweaving their hands together with a cheeky smile decorated on his pretty face "You said you were bored, right? Well, here's a chance to do something fun!" He laughed giddily, his whole face beaming with a huge grin.

"Felix, we'll get sick." She wasn't able to complete her words when she felt her boyfriend's lips lay a moist kiss on her cheek. Making her grumpy attitude disappear within a second.

"Quit sulking and let's have fun!" Felix said, giggling, and twirled her around, taking a few steps back and forth with their hands still connected, dancing to the loud music that played in the background. ___ was trying to bite back her smile but couldn't and was noticed.

"Ooo~ my, someone's blushing..." He teased, directing her in random directions as he guided her to dance along, "Oh, shut up! She said, chuckling, finally transiting her frown into a content smile.

The couple was in a fit of laughter and giggled, dancing together in the blissful moment. Bathing under the rain while being in each other's presence will soon be just a distant memory in their youths.

It wasn't a fancy dance at a ball, nor was it a fun night at a party, but that moment felt nothing but perfection to them. The rain, the wet grass tickling their feet, the chilly weather, and the harmony of music. It felt better than words could explain. Both of them looked at the other with so much love and adoration, just as if it were still their first date together.

Whenever they were staring deeply into each other's eyes with much undescribable emotion, they felt for the other. Their bodies soaked with rain as it emitted cold, and the only source of warmth was their lovers hands; they had been long.

___ was in disbelief, not being able to take in how the guy she was dancing with was her own, one and only boyfriend. She didn't believe it. He looked more like a prince—a ray of sunshine and the sweetest man in her eyes. It was hard for her to understand how a person could be so perfect in every aspect. Her eyes traced from his drenched blonde hair that stuck to his head to his beautiful eyes, his small nose to his plump lips. Gazing at his smile, she had been feeling her heart melt ever since day 1.

Felix noticed her eyes lying on his lips and let out a small laugh and called out after a moment with a soft voice, "___." The girl looked up with a hum as a response at why he suddenly giggled. He then let out, "I love you." It wasn't his first time saying it, yet every time he did, it made her heart feel fuzzy and warm. She looked away from his eyes, trying to hold back her smile by muffling it against his shoulder.

"Aww, don't you just get shy whenever I say that?" he laughed with their steps still ongoing. She slowly looked back at him, an aching smile on her face. "I love you too, Felix," she mumbled as he chuckled at her shy words before brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Stopping their footsteps for a moment, she looked into her eyes deeply, then to her lips. He slowly leaned in, connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss out of pure love. Their lips moving against the others in sync. His arms wrapped around her waist tightly, not ever wanting to let her go as her hands reached to his shoulders.

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cosmicalily · 2 months ago

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'real love baby' with stray kids, ot8 headcanons by @cosmicalily

author's note: i absolutely adore this song by father john misty; i think it's the sweetest love song and just so prettily written. i wanted to do headcanons kind of similar to my 'everything is romantic' ones, where instead of just going off typical love languages and tropes (which are beautiful in their own way!), i kind of make up my own and unique scenarios for each! hope you enjoy! warnings: angst in hyunjin's, jisung's, and seungmin's (reasonably mild)

Chris, who loves you adoringly.

It was quiet in your apartment when you got home, although you knew that Chris would most definitely not be asleep. However, you walked through slowly and silently, just in case he was doing something important. Suddenly, you walked into a firm, black tank-top clad chest and squealed. A bouquet of roses dropped to the floor, petals falling everywhere. “I’m sorry, I was trying to be sneaky,” You sighed, shifting your sock across the petals. “Were these for me?” “No, they were for Han Jisung,” Chris deadpanned, then burst out giggling. “Of course they were. Although they’re a bit fucked up now. Sorry, baby.” You smiled at him. “That’s okay. What was the occasion, anyway? It’s not anywhere near our anniversary or my birthday or anything.” “Nothing. Just wanted to remind you that you’re a cute girl who deserves cute stuff like this, and that I love you.”

Minho, who loves you quietly.

When you come home from a girls’ night out, Minho doesn’t like to immediately approach you at the door. Instead, he stays where he is, sitting upright in bed, phone on his bedside table. He watches you as you undo your hair, take off your dress and put on your pyjamas. He watches you in the bathroom mirror, wiping off your makeup and washing your face. When you’re done, you come to him in bed, and it’s then that he pulls you onto his lap, slipping his hands around your waist and kissing you softly. It’s the moments like this that the two of you crave, the little pockets of quiet amongst your chaotic lives. And that’s where you’ll stay, cosy against each other, minimal words exchanged. Because he can’t ever find any that fully expresses the warmth he feels for you, the love in his eyes as he observes you simply existing. “Hold me,” is all he mumbles, and that’s exactly what you do.

Changbin, who loves you loudly.

“Doesn't my girlfriend look beautiful today?” Changbin asks, gesturing towards you. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this exact question seven times now, said to each of the boys, and you’re not even that dressed up. However, to Changbin, in a simple pink sweater and loose jeans, you’re the equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret Angel, wings, halo and all. “This feels like a trick question. If I say yes, you’re gonna punch me. If I say no, you’ll do the same,” Chris sighs, but offers you a smile. “I like the sweater.” “Thanks,” you reply, lightly shoving your boyfriend. “Changbin, sweetheart, that’s enough. Talk to them about other things. It’s boring otherwise.” “You’re not boring! You’re all I ever want to talk about,” he pouts, and you giggle.

Hyunjin, who loves you intensely.

Sometimes Hyunjin feels like he’s too much for you. At times, in between his dramatic statements, sweet pieces of poetry and watercolour paintings, he feels a tiny bit of fear. Fear that all his romantic gestures simply overwhelm you. When he gets himself into this fragile headspace, it’s you that returns his passionate love, reminding him that it’s the reason you fell for him in the first place. Carrying a huge bouquet of flowers, you confront your boyfriend, who is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He’s been quiet today. “Flowers for you, pretty boy,” you declare, thrusting the bouquet into his arms. “I also sent you the link to a playlist of songs I want to play at our wedding, and there’s wine in the kitchen.” “Baby…when I do things like this for you, it’s not too much, is it? I’m not too much for you?” he asks, placing the flowers on the floor and reaching for your waist. “Never. You could never be, Hyune.”

Jisung, who loves you softly.

You’d been best friends with Jisung since the beginning of high school, and dating since the end. He was your other half, someone who’d been with you since the start and who you knew would stay until the end. You were both fragile at times; him with his anxiety and you with your melancholia. There were days that were tough, times where you both needed endless support and validation just to make it to the end. Today, you lay in the bath, your body numb, head hurting. You weren’t in a good headspace, and Jisung knew this when he approached you gently. “Do you want me to rub your shoulders, baby?” he’d asked softly, running the pad of his thumb across your eyes where the tears brimmed. “Yes please,” you’d mumbled in response, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

Felix, who loves you warmly.

Felix would see the two of you in everything, from an old couple drinking tea to a pair of marshmallow keychains. He loved you more than he thought was possible, in ways that made his heart feel fit to bursting. It brought him a rush of excitement and joy, something he carried with him throughout the day. His favourite time with you was the mornings; the sunlight from the open window pouring into the room, casting a yellow glow. You always woke up before him, leg thrust across his, forehead pressed against his neck, pressing soft kisses to the warm skin. “Morning, sweet girl,” he’d murmur, voice groggy. “Did you sleep well?” “Dreamt of you,” you’d reply chirpily, and he’d giggle. He hoisted your body off his, laying you on your back. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hands travelled to your waist, before he tickled the soft skin.

Seungmin, who loves you unconditionally.

It had not been an easy day for you. On top of your hormones, a full day at work and having not seen your boyfriend for a week while he’d been filming overseas, you’d just remembered you had an assignment due that evening at midnight. When Seungmin came through the door, eyes bright and smile wide, excited to see you, you threw yourself at him, bursting into tears. He pulled you in close and tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. He didn’t know what had happened, whether you were upset or angry or stressed, but he held you, because he didn’t mind. Your body relaxed against his a little, and you pulled away, eyes puffy. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m such a mess.” “Don’t be,” he replied honestly, and kissed your cheek softly. “You breathed today. That’s enough to be proud of.”

Jeongin, who loves you sweetly.

You and Jeongin’s love for fashion was what had sparked your relationship in the first place; you’d met him on Depop of all places, purchasing a leather jacket he didn’t wear enough. He’d asked for your Instagram so he could see pictures of you in ‘his baby’, and as a result, your crush had blossomed. Now, he didn’t have to sell you his clothes; they were in his wardrobe, free for you to grab whenever he wanted. And he encouraged it, because he loved seeing you in them. He’d also often buy pieces for you that he thought you’d like. “I found this skirt in the vintage shop down the road,” he’d said, pulling out a plaid miniskirt. “It’s like the one I saw saved on your Pinterest board.” “Baby, that is the one saved on my Pinterest board,” you’d gasped, staring at the skirt in shock. “It’s also Vivienne Westwood. I don’t even want to know how much it cost you.” “Then I won’t tell you,” he replied plainly, smiling. “Go try it on. You’ll look adorable.”

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yaniluvs · 2 months ago

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۶ৎ (용복) : YOUR WARMTH ALONE ── your sunshine boyfriend ends up bruising himself while trying to skateboard on the snow covered pavement right outside the cabin.

𓍯 bf!felix ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 2.1k ── ༯ DRABBLE, domestic fluff, comfort, bruises, petnames, kisses, corny flirting, slightly worried/upset. ⸝⸝𓂃𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ blonde lixie has been invading my mind recently, not that im complaining.. >< wrote this while listening to twice's new album ;3 changing my theme a bit (lot) heh. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the tiny, cozy cabin was nestled, in the quiet arms of the snowcapped hills, framed by a winter that seemed softer than usual, as though it too wanted to protect the pair inside. snow cascaded gently outside, flakes falling like whispered secrets onto the untouched slopes of the village. the windows of the wooden loft—frosted around the edges—offered glimpses of a world washed in silver, a serene contrast to the warmth pooling within.

the room held an intimate stillness, the kind that could only exist between two people who’d shared years of quiet moments together. the air was thick with the scent of pinewood, faint traces of cinnamon from earlier tea, and the earthy crackle of the fireplace that painted the walls with flickering amber light. shadows danced on the polished wooden floor, illuminating the textured grain of the pine boards, aged with stories of other winters.

she sat on the plush, woven rug—a deep brown flecked with hints of cream—atop her boyfriend's knees, her legs drawn up loosely to her chest. her skin glowed in the firelight, the straps of her thin top slipping off her shoulders with careless ease, revealing glimpses of lace along her collarbone and the soft curve of her waist. her shorts were loose, brushing against her thighs, and her toes peeked out, cold against the carpet despite the warmth of the room. a stray strand of her hair fell across her face, but she didn’t brush it away, too focused on her task.

he sat beneath her, leaning back against the base of the sofa, his legs sprawled open and his head slightly tilted. damp strands of his blonde hair clung to his temples, catching the firelight like spun gold. his skin, kissed by the faintest flush from the heat inside, bore fresh, angry scrapes and bruises—pale streaks on the otherwise perfect canvas of his arms, chest, and neck. he wore nothing but sweatpants slung low on his hips, the fabric pooling against his ankles as though it, too, had surrendered to the room’s languid warmth.

the small wooden coffee table near them held a folded linen towel and the remnants of a first-aid kit, its contents scattered with quiet precision. her hand moved slowly, a damp cotton swab tracing the length of a scrape along his collarbone. she was careful but firm, her brows knitted in an expression of muted frustration. he didn’t flinch, much. instead, his gaze was fixed on her—soft and unhurried, studying the way the light wrapped around her like a second skin. his lips, slightly swollen from a split, quirked into a faint, rueful smile when she muttered something under her breath.

the loft was small but cozy, a space that felt lived-in despite being rented. the walls were honey-colored, planks of smooth wood rising to meet an a-frame ceiling where beams crossed like an embrace. a single pendant light hung from above, casting a warm yellow glow that mingled with the flicker of the flames. in the corner, a sheepskin throw lay draped across a rocking chair, and a stack of books sat forgotten on a nearby shelf. the curtains were drawn back just enough to reveal the snowfall, which caught in the firelight and shimmered like stardust.

the heat from the fire clung to the room like a blanket, thick and almost too much, but neither of them moved to open the window. the snow outside seemed worlds away, and in this space—this bubble of warmth and quiet intimacy—they were untouchable. the only sounds were the occasional pop of the wood burning in the hearth and the faint hiss of the snow meeting the glass. silence wove itself between them, heavy and meaningful, as if even words would have felt too loud.

felix sat still as best as he could, leaning against the sofa, but every so often, a slight flinch betrayed him when her cotton swab pressed a little too firmly against one of his cuts.

“don’t move,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with an unspoken frustration that wasn’t entirely anger. her eyes stayed fixed on his chest, focused on cleaning the shallow scrape that ran across his collarbone. she didn’t look up, not even when she felt his gaze on her, warm and unrelenting, as if he could memorize her like this forever.

“sorry,” he whispered, his deep voice so soft it barely reached her ears. there was no playfulness, no cheeky grin. just quiet, earnest apologies that made her heart ache and fold all at once. he winced again, but this time, he quickly bit his lip to stifle any noise.

“felix,” she mumbled, finally meeting his eyes for a moment, her tone firm yet so tender it didn’t carry the weight of real anger. “stop moving.”

he nodded solemnly, his golden hair falling into his freckled face. “i won’t, baby. i promise. sorry.” his lips, slightly swollen from the fall, tugged into a small, apologetic smile, but her gaze had already returned to the task at hand.

she worked with the steady precision of someone who cared too much. her hands moved gently, dabbing at the shallow cut on his lip now, careful not to press too hard. she didn’t say much, but the set of her brows and the soft pout on her lips spoke volumes. she was upset—not angry, not exactly—but worried in the way only someone who loved too deeply could be.

he couldn’t help himself. even as she tended to his wounds, felix’s eyes stayed glued to her. the firelight painted her features in warm hues, and her hair, slightly messy from the day, framed her face in a way that made her look impossibly soft. she was close—so close he could feel her warmth, smell the faint trace of her vanilla lotion mixed with the subtle smokiness of the room. his chest tightened with the weight of his own admiration.

“y/n,” he whispered again, his voice like velvet, coaxing her attention. she didn’t look up. he shifted slightly, just enough to bring his hand to her leg, resting it lightly on her knee, his thumb brushing in soft, absentminded strokes. “love.. i really am sorry.”

her hand paused for the briefest second, but she didn’t reply. instead, she moved to his neck, carefully tilting his chin up with her fingers to get a better angle. the cut there wasn’t deep, but it stood out against his fair skin, and she felt a fresh pang of guilt seeing it. she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her resolve.

his eyes never left her. the soft firelight caught the sparkles in his gaze, turning his brown eyes into molten amber. his freckles, scattered like constellations across his cheeks and nose, seemed to glow, and the gentle curve of his lips—heart-shaped and still pink despite the small cut—made her heart squeeze.

“babe?” he tried again, his voice a little deeper now, but still so tender it felt like a caress.

her eyes flickered up briefly, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, the annoyance she was clinging to wavered. his expression was pure, almost boyish, with the kind of fragility that made her want to gather him up and never let go. she let out a soft sigh, returning her attention to his wounds without a word.

“don’t be mad,” he pleaded, his voice a little playful now, though he didn’t dare move again. “you’re too pretty to be mad at me.”

“felix,” she muttered under her breath, her tone warning but without any real edge. “don’t speak.”

“sorry, sorry,” he said quickly, but the corners of his mouth lifted into a small, almost mischievous smile. “i just missed you, baby. you know that, right?”

she didn’t reply, but her hands slowed slightly as she wiped away the last of the blood from his arm. he took that as his cue, letting his hand slip from her knee to her waist, resting there gently. his touch was warm, grounding, and she let out another small sigh, finally sitting back a little on his lap.

“i’m fine, you know,” he murmured, his other hand coming up to cup her face, brushing his thumb along her cheekbone. “really. you don’t have to worry so much.”

her eyes flickered to his, and this time, she didn’t look away. “you’re not fine, felix. you could’ve really hurt yourself.” her voice was softer now, the frustration melting into something more vulnerable.

“i’m okay,” he insisted, leaning forward slightly so their foreheads almost touched. “and i’m here. with you. that’s all that matters.”

her lips parted as if to argue, but the way he was looking at her—with so much affection it felt like the room had shrunk to just the two of them—made her words falter. she hated how easily he could do this to her, how his angelic smile and soft voice could unravel her in seconds.

oh, one can never really stay mad at this angel.

“don’t do it again,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible, but he caught it.

“i won’t,” he promised, sealing it with a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “i swear, baby.”

and just like that, her resolve broke. she leaned into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder as his arms came up to wrap around her, holding her close. the snow continued to fall outside, but inside, the world had never felt warmer.

his arms tightened around her as she leaned into him, her weight settling lightly against his chest. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as if he could apologize a hundred times through touch alone.

for a while, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the faint whistle of the wind outside. then felix broke the silence with a quiet chuckle.

“you know,” he murmured, tilting his head so he could see her face better. “i think the skateboard might have it out for me. you think i should sue?”

she let out an involuntary snort, quickly stifling it by burying her face against his shoulder. “your fault for thinking you’re tony hawk in the middle of a snow-covered town.”

“hey, i was trying to impress you,” he defended, his deep voice dipping into a mock whine. “how was i supposed to know the ground would be slippery?”

“it’s snow,” she deadpanned, pulling back just enough to give him a pointed look. “what did you think it would be? a trampoline?”

felix blinked at her, then broke into a sheepish grin, his freckles scrunching adorably. “okay, fair point. but you looked really curious watching me from the window, so…”

she rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched in spite of herself. “you’re lucky i love you, otherwise, i’d let you bleed out next time.”

he gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “so cold, babe! i thought you were the sweet one in this relationship.”

“sweet?” she echoed, arching a brow as she reached for the first-aid kit again. “i’m literally the one patching you up after your dumb stunts.”

“because you love me,” he teased, his voice dropping into a sing-song tone.

she shook her head, biting back a smile as she gently applied a fresh bandage to his collarbone. “don’t push your luck, lixie.”

“too late,” he quipped, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. his hair, still damp from his earlier shower, tickled her skin, and she swatted at him half-heartedly.

“lix!” she protested, laughing now despite herself.

he grinned wide, his heart-shaped lips pulling into the kind of smile that could melt even the iciest resolve. “there she is. my y/n. knew i could get you to smile.”

“barely,” she muttered, but her cheeks betrayed her with a soft blush.

he chuckled, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. “you’re terrible at staying mad at me, love. it’s one of your best traits.”

she scoffed, but her head found its way back to his shoulder, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of his sweatpants. “next time you try to impress me, just.. don’t involve gravity.”

“deal,” he said easily, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. “but for the record, i still think i looked cool for, like, two seconds before i fell.”

“sure,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “you were the picture of elegance.”

“see? you do get it,” he said, laughing as she groaned and playfully shoved at his chest.

“i love you.”

“i love you so much more, darling.”

and just like that, the tension dissolved into kisses, laughter and warmth, the kind that only they could share. outside, the snow kept falling, but inside the house cabin, all was right in their little world again

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epwritten · 17 days ago

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T a s t e ~ l.f

"Just look at me baby, day and night"

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

Word count: 8K. Hehehe. 😬

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

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

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

AND MOST IMPORTANT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did you decide to come?

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

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

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

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

~ 3 months ago ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course you are. Come sit."

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

Smell: A hint of springtime but spice of power.

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

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

And then he looked at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you lifted your eyes and looked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where did that thought come from?

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

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

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

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

And there came the butterflies once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your face flushed. "Oh."

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

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

"Why are you here tonight?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

"Good girl." He muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if tonight nothing mattered?

What if you could just be?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yours." You said immediately.

~Present Day ~

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

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

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

~3 months ago~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Felix...I..."

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

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

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

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

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

~Present Day~

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

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

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

You never had a song inspired by you before.

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

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

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

~3 months ago~

It became on and off, like a tennis match.

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

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

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

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

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

It was Felix no doubt.

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

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

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

"I'm not jealous." You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're confused." He added.

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

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

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

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

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

~Present Time ~

They were last. Of course they were last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fake eyes open

또 속아버린 아픔

이참에 날 또

가지고 놀아줘

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

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

Fake eyes open

또 속아버린 아픔

이참에 날 더

망가지게 놀아줘

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

It's like bad red roses

향기에 미쳐 호흡이 가빠짐

아름다움에 가려진 짙고 두꺼운 가시

Don't care about it 알고 있잖아

베일에 싸인 눈동자

헷갈린다면 지금 이 순간을

Lee Know sang once more in a falsetto.

즐겨 baby baby don't test me oh no

Baby baby don't get me wrong

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

거짓은 안 해 감히

의미 부여한 이 밤의

정답은 you can get me

오로지 you can get me

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

They all got up, Felix singing once more.

Yeah make you feel my love la la la

지금 너 come and taste me now

Yeah you better watch out

You're gonna like ah

그래 난 속삭여 la la la la

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

너와 나 둘 사이의 거릴 좁혀

잠깐의 호흡과 맞닿아 true up

이 스윗한 공간에 빨라진 ah

이 스윗한 공간에 달궈진

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

Just look....at...me

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

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

Just look at me baby, day and night

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

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

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

Don't make me bad make me bad

I'm addicted to you

Hyunjin sang the next part in a beautiful falsetto.

이미 길들여진 내 맘을 자극해

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

Don't make me bad

Bad

Addicted to you

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

시작해 버린 이상 내 게 아님 안 돼

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had to find him.

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

Wait.

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

He was ruining you without even doing anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah? What kind of things?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

"Yes." You answered in a small voice.

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

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

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

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

"Yes." You repeated, your voice louder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he so effortlessly hot?

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

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

"You're shaking."

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

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

"I missed you too." You repeated.

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

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

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

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

"It tickles?"

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

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

You sighed deeply.

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

"Yeah." Your heart fluttered and you exhaled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. My. Soul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was once more sense, but the intensity of the moment was making you experience a sort of amnesia. It made you frustrated, those leading up moments where they were careful and with care, but also dropped with tension that would wanted to cut. It was like a dam just moments before it would burst. But now this was driving you crazy because....

What was that last sense?

Felix's beautiful lips parted when you felt his abs through the shirt. He held your head with his hands, his eyes solely fixated on your lips.

"Kiss me or leave me." He whispered, the words powerful enough to send a wave through your core.

And that was when it clicked. His song. The last sense.

Taste.

The taste of his lips on yours, crashing, furiously enough let your head fall back. He groaned against your mouth, holding the back of your hair with the palm of his hand. He tasted like cinnamon but also a hint of peppermint as well. He fueled you in a way that was better than any of your imaginations.

So like tonight, and 3 months ago when you both first met, you were drowning in alluring waters under the surface of where you temptations washed over you. But unlike the game of tug-of-war to your body and heart where you would win, tonight you let the rope go with no regrets. You knew that this night was where finally, all of your senses aligned gloriously, and that there was no other person who could give it all to you but Felix.

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taeminsung · 1 year ago

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── written in the stars..

pairing || felix x reader

summary || what happens when felix is asked to do a duet with the girl he's falling madly in love with?

genre/s || fluff. angst. idol x idol.

prompt || i was thinking if you could write something sweet for Felix. I would be very happy if you write idol x idol

mina’s notes || for my lovely @hopelesromanticy; i hope you like it and thank you for the idea! i just love soft felix. also hehe this got a little long. please enjoy ♡

Moments when Felix can steal you away, even if only for a brief second to tell you how great of a job you’re doing and give you a quick kiss, leave him filled with such happiness. Off days drifted away with the upcoming award season and each day seemed to be more chaotic than the previous one, only giving him stolen glances when he saw you around the building. The constant cameras, either filming Stray Kids or you, didn’t allow him to have the courage to graze your hand when you passed by one another in the corridor or give you anything more than a polite greeting. Not that he was growing upset with how either of your lives were playing out, but he always felt uneasy not being able to give you more. His usually cuddly self wanted nothing more than to pull you into a quiet room and just spend ten minutes silently curled into your side.

As Felix entered the practice room days before the first award show, he couldn’t help eavesdropping on Chan and Seungmin’s conversation in the corner. I think I’ll be too burned out if I do the duet. Seungmin signed, sounding disappointed at the missed opportunity to do something. Maybe ask Felix if he’d want to, he says before walking away to get ready for their rehearsal. Quietly Felix began his warmup, hoping that Chan would come over and talk with him about what this duet could possibly be and who it was with.

Too many hours later, Felix was on the floor panting as he tried to calm his beating heart and overworked lungs. This award show was going to be one of the best performances they had put on, but he could also see what it was doing to everyone around him. The extra practices had made it different to re-record a few things which meant that he would be sacrificing a potential night with you to spend in the studios.

In a flash, he was sitting up, looking around for Chan to see if he could hear more about what this mystery duet would be. When his eyes finally locked onto Chan, he was up and bouncing over to his oldest. Lix just the person I was about to look for, Chan said with a tired smile on his face, would you want to do a special duet with someone at the show? Felix’s head slightly tilted to the side as he waited for Chan to give up anymore information on what it would be, and when there was only silence did Felix ask, do I get any more information? A soft laugh escaped Chan’s lips as he shook his head, no, sorry. The best I can do is say that your counterpart is the vocalist of their group. You also don’t get to rehearsal with them ahead of the show due to both schedules being packed so it’ll be a showtime thing.

Felix blinked, once, twice. There was no way this was being asked of them. It made sense that Seungmin had turned it down as it would mean more rehearsals without getting to practice with who he would be doing the song with. Yet, there was something in the back of his head that was telling him he should really give it a go and what could be the worst that happened? If the performance goes bad, his company will just say that while both parties practiced, they did it individually due to scheduling conflicts and no one would likely stay mad at anyone. It’ll be a great opportunity to try something new, Chan spoke again, spooking Felix back out of his head. If you think it’s something I should do, I’ll go for it, Felix agreed.

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳

The remaining days before the award show flew by with rehearsals for both the group performance and his duet. The duet song was one of his favorite duets between Wendy and John Legend leaving him excited to be able to tell you that he was going to dedicate the song to you. You, who had only gotten sparing messages from him at odd hours of the day that were strings of him going on about his day. You, who spammed him back when your day allowed for it, reminding him to drink water, eat something and as much sleep as he could. You, the person Felix was slowly falling in love with even though he hadn’t seen you in a week. You, the person that cared for him even when your day was overwhelmingly busy with little goody bags dropped off for him and the members.

It was only when he was preparing to go on stage that he realized he couldn’t let you know that this performance was going to be for you. Channie, he said, watching all members turn towards him. It warmed his heart that while it was a solo schedule from the boys, they were all surrounding him, promising to cheer him on from the wings. Can you find them and have them watch with you? Felix requested, feeling the nerves start to take over as he was finally realizing that this was going to be one of his first times on stage without any of his members. He’d done other things, but he always had at least one of his comfort people there with him. It also made him feel slightly uneasy that while he was going to be singing a love song thinking about you, he was going to be with someone who wasn’t you. Chan’s only response was a simple head nod before pushing him to get into place for going on stage next.

From his vantage point, he could see two small couches set on stage, one for each idol. Taking a deep breath, he settled himself into the headspace for this, running through the rehearsal he had had the other night. His counterpart would start on stage, singing the first verse before Felix would enter onto the stage creating a harmony as you both continued into the bridge. Looking back at his members one final time before he officially stepped into place, he noted that Chan was still standing with everyone as they all gave him warm smiles and thumbs up. Giving them one last smile, the lights cut, and he was put into place at the edge of the curtain, which blocked his view of who would be the idol awaiting him on stage.

The cheers quieted down as the notes of the song became louder and louder, with the sound of someone singing a soft melody intro to the song. It seems like we’ve been here before the idol started off singing. Felix’s head snapped up so quickly that he thought he might have given himself whiplash, but he would know that voice anywhere. Without a doubt in his mind, you were singing on stay, waiting for him to join you at any moment. Is that why Chan hadn’t left the group? Did he know that you were going to be the one up there? Felix couldn’t help the questions running through his mind before snapping back to reality as you sang first time we met, but I remembered you, letting him know it was his time to start walking on the stage.

Your voice was angelic to him. A melody he had committed to memory the first time that he had heard you sing. It rooted him in place that day and it almost did again today until he took his first small step towards you. In truth, he wanted to run to you, but instead he did as he was told and slowly approached the set, and you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel what I feel right now he joined in with you, causing your head to whip towards him. Cute, he thought as he understood you probably also didn’t know who would be joining you on this stage either. As he continued to match your words, he couldn’t help the smile that was pulling at the edge of his lips.

You can go anywhere babe, wherever you want, you both sang staring at each other, forgetting the world around you, forgetting that hundreds of fans were watching. It felt surreal in the moment, to not only get to sing a love song with you, but to be able to do it in a place that would allow him to gage the reaction of the fans on their thoughts of the two of you together. Because I know we’re written in the stars. A line he truly believed was meant for the two of you. Felix’s smile only grew as he watched you try to hide your smile, but you couldn’t hide the way your eyes were twinkling at that moment.

Finally getting to the point where he was near you, he couldn’t stop himself getting closer as he sang, I just wanted to get closer. At that moment, he let his worries go. He let himself be solely present and pretend that it was only you and him in the world and no one else there. He didn’t care about what would happen after, only this incredibly special moment. I know there is no limit where we’ll go you both harmonized as he moved to take your hand in his. How could you now be feeling what he felt right now? Love was threatening to explode from his chest as he watched you in your element singing the high notes effortlessly, allowing him to really harmonize in his lower register if he felt comfortable with it.

And I promise every day, you sang, with him following closely behind, I promise every day. His eyes never left yours as you continued to make you feel this way, giving him a brief window to echo to make you feel this way. There it was, hidden in your eyes in that moment, the truth. You really did mean that promise right there even though it was given in the form of song lyrics, he knew that you meant it. You promised that every day you would never stop making him feel this special way. This way of being loved. As you sang the closing melody, he couldn’t help but watch as you turned towards the audience to finish off the song, not letting his hand leave yours.

Would it be too much if he kissed you then and there? Probably, but it didn’t stop the thought from crossing his mind, as you turned back to him giving him a final smile so big that it caused your eyes to close for a moment. Then you were both bowing to the audience before walking off stage, still hand in hand. Part of him knew that he was going to be able to caulk it up to saying that the performance got the best of them, and they wanted to show the meaning of the song, but he also knew this was the perfect time to reveal your relationship. It had been months since you both had become official, wanting to keep it quiet to not disrupt your fans. However, he would not deny any questions that came to him about this anymore. You were his to shout out to the world.

Exiting the stage, in an instant, he wrapped you in his arms as your closer around above his shoulder, keeping him just as close to you as you were to him. I wanted to dedicate that song to you, you laughed, and he just stood there holding you. I was going to do the same, Felix says before putting you down. In was in the moment, when you still had the stars sparkling in your eyes that he said I’m in love with you. Your smile seemed to grow even larger, as you wrapped your arms around him again, pulling him close to you. I’m so in love with you to Lix, you mumbled before a small giggle escaped your lips. Maybe it wasn’t the most opportune time to tell you with stage and other idols around, but he didn’t care, he was still debating if he goes back out on the stage and confess his love for you too.

Instead, he settled for this moment, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your face buried in the crook of his neck, almost frozen in time. Felix knew that any moment someone would come to disturb this small piece of happiness that he got back, so he wanted to make the most of being in the moment with you. Felix, we need to get changed and ready for our stage, Changbin spoke from behind him, causing a heavy sigh to leave his lips. Every moment with you was almost always too short. Go knock them out with another great performance love, you whispered as he gently put your feet back on the floor, you can spend the night at my place tonight if you want, you finished fully pulling away from him.

As he watched you walk back to your group, he couldn’t help thinking that maybe your love was written in the stars. Everything he had gone through was meant to be able to find a path to you. His person. His muse. His other half who seemed to always understand. He was going to shout his love out to the world sooner rather than later because he needed everyone to know how truly happy he was with you.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

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uknowme-not · 1 year ago

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More than friends - Felix 2/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Felix x female Reader (Idol AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It’s your childhood friend’s birthday and he’s been really curious on trying something. Little did you know, that the two of you would then take it to the bedroom.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Vaping, swearing, drinking, nicknames (baby), mentions of masturbating, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.3k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

You were all gathered in a circle on the living room floor. It was Felix’s birthday and obviously, Han decided to invite the whole K-pop industry. (Or well, it felt like the whole industry because of how crowded the room was).

You were sitting between Nayeon and Minho, enjoying your soju with Minho.

“Okay Hyunjin, truth or dare,” Mingi asks.

“Dare” Hyunjin smirks.

“Okay, I dare you to do ‘Seven minutes in Heaven’ with Soyeon”

Everyone reacts excitedly to this when we see them enter the closet but you can’t stop staring at Felix.

It’s ironic for you to say that you’ve fallen for your childhood friend but in reality, you have.

The two of you met in kindergarten when he stood up for you, and since then, you’ve been inseparable. You’ve never seen him as anything but a friend until around junior year.

The two of you both shared a dream to debut someday so you two made sure to work hard together. This also meant you’ve started noticing the way he hit the gym.

It’s been three years since and you two manage to debut but that hasn’t changed the way your stomach turns around him.

You all watch as Hyunjin steps out of the closet covered with hickeys on his neck. We all cheer for him as he comes out with a slight smile as the two sit back down.

“Um Nayeon, truth or dare?” He chuckles, still blushing from Soyeon.

“Dare” she grins

You’ve had several reasons why you’ve never confessed to Felix. Other than the obvious reason that you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. It was also because Nayeon seemed to be going for Felix too.

Yes, you admittedly think Nayeon is ‘fake’ per se, but you see how well she and Felix click and you didn’t want to ruin that. Since then, you’ve put distance between you two, and admittedly, it hurts that he doesn’t seem to notice.

You watch as Nayeon completes her dare and drinks a whole bottle of Soju in under a minute. She smiles and perks herself up as you roll your eyes getting a chuckle out of Minho.

“Felixx” she hiccups “Truth or Dare?”

“Oh um, truth” he chuckles softly.

You watch as Nayeon tries to put her cleavage a bit more on display “If you had to fuck one girl in this room, who would it be?”

Felix looks around the circle until his eyes stop at you. “I guess Y/n, we’ve known each other longest so I guess it’ll make sense”

You smirk slightly at the response as Nayeon's smile drops. “I think I need to go for a small breather” you chuckle walking onto the balcony.

You pull out your vape and take a deep breath of it until Minho steps out with you.

He’s one of the few who knows about your smoking habits. And he’s one of the little who smokes too.

“Want a cig?” He says pulling out a packet.

“Felix hates the smell, either way, Chan’s here. He’d kill us both if he found out” You explain going back to your vape.

“He’d kill us if he saw your vape as well” Minho smirks lighting his cigarette.

“Well I can pretend it’s perfume or something”

Minho chuckles a bit taking a puff of his cigarette. “Still swooning over Felix?”

You take a deep sigh “No, it’s his birthday and I respect him as my friend, that’s why I’m not smoking” you explain but the two of you both know that that’s bullcrap. Especially from how addictive the nic is.

“He likes you too,” Minho says.

“No, he doesn’t-“ “Well he talks about you a lot”

The two of you stand in silence for a bit. Deep down you hoped what he said was true.

It was becoming the end of the party and you could see people leaving. Minho, Chan, and you stayed behind to clean up a bit. After all, it was the least you could do since his gift hadn’t arrived.

“I’m going to step outside,” you say once again.

Minho rolls his eyes but continues to clean so Chan doesn’t catch on to your frequent “breathers”.

You step outside and pull out your vape.

“Strawberry?” Felix chuckles as he stands next to you. “My favourite fruit”

You watch as he walks over, resting on the balcony's railing.

“Well, I know you hate the smell of cigarettes” you chuckle softly.

He stares at you briefly, almost as if in shock.

“You know…I always wonder if vapes taste as good as they smell” he says looking back at the city view.

“And what? You just think I’ll let you taste it? Chan would kill me” You say.

He chuckles facing you. “Well, I’ve known you longest, and it’s the least you can do since you don’t have a gift for me.” He smirks, bringing himself closer.

You look up at him and roll your eyes. “I’ve told you already, it arrives tomorrow.” You explain jokingly hitting his chest.

He looks down at your face, nose almost touching. “What’s wrong with me being curious?”

“What if you get addicted?” You say, occasionally stealing a glance of his lips.

Fuck, why does his lips look so soft?

“Please?” He says softly.

You scoff, taking another hit of your vape.

He lifts your head up to look at him, smoke leaving your mouth.

“A small taste, that’s all I ask,” He says softly.

Fuck, why is he so hot? All he wants to try is your vape, but he is so close to your face you could feel butterflies build up.

“Fine” you mumble as you lift the vape up.

He moves his hand slightly behind your neck. “I was thinking of trying it differently” he smiles. “Can I?”

Shock struck your face. “We shouldn’t…”

“Y/n, you heard what I said inside” he chuckles warmly. “If there’s anyone I would do anything with, it’s you.”

Though you were growing butterflies, you also were growing more and more paranoid on what will happen next. And Felix could notice. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Y/n, I know we can get through anything. But, I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable” Felix expressed before mumbling a bit. “Do you…do you hate me?”

You look at him confused, “Felix, I could never hate you”

“Then why are you so distant?”

You stay silent for a moment, “I see how you and Nayeon hit it off, I was just doing a favour”

“Doing who a favour? Not me. I want you in my life Y/n” Felix says almost straight away.

You take another hit of your vape, processing everything that has just happened. “Do you still want a taste?” You ask.

You knew what would happen next, you were very aware that this could lead to a long night, but what if…what if Minho was right?

“It’s you Y/n, of course” He smirks and presses his lips against yours. At first, it was soft, gentle, almost sweet. But as both hands caressed your cheek, it only grew more profound and passionate.

His hand slowly move down and wraps around your waist. “How much further will you let me take tonight?”

You stay quiet. You’ve always thought about him, and admittedly, thought multiple times about what it would be like to fuck him. You never thought his birthday would be the day

“I mean…you are the birthday boy” You respond, getting a slight chuckle in response.

He didn’t hesitate to quickly take you to his room to kiss you passionately.

“Y/n, I’ve thought about you so much” he mumbles between kisses.

“Is that right?”

“Fuck- so much baby, so so much”

This was a new side of him that you’ve never seen. A mix of neediness and yet, dominance. He could command you to do anything and you’d do it. After all, that’s what friends do, help each other out, or whatever you’d call this.

You slowly move to the bed where you sit him down before breaking the kiss apart. His eyes followed as you sat on your knees, between his legs.

“You want this too right?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly. Ensuring that you weren’t feeling like you had to do this.

“I want this too.” You ensure helping him unbuckle his pants.

You watch as his jeans fall down, leaving him sitting in his boxers.

“You have no idea how much I think about you” he sighs softly as you help remove his boxers, letting his cock feel the air.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You smile, moving your hand up and down his shaft, leaving a kiss on his tip.

His body shakes slightly as he closes his eyes. He nods a soft yes and you slowly place his tip in your mouth.

“Fuck- every time you come over- I-I end up jerking off” he admits shakily as your head bops on his length.

You hum softly, the vibration causing a small groan to escape. “I’ve pictured this a hundred times” he continues.

His hand finds their way down to your head where he brings you down deeper. He starts gasping at the pace, trying to keep his hips in place.

“Fuck baby, the second we debuted and I saw you in those skirts- I couldn’t help myself since” he says, slowly opening his eyes once more.

He could cum at the sight of you, and you could feel him twitch in your throat as he wiped away a tear from your cheek.

“Let me make you feel good baby, please?” He says and you slowly move your lips off him, placing a soft kiss on his tip once more.

Felix helps you sit on his bed where he starts to remove your singlet. As he slowly continues to touch your body, his hand wandering between your legs.

“So wet, just for me?” He asks

“Only you” you respond.

Felix reaches into his drawer and sighs in defeat. “I…I don’t have a condom”

You know you’re on birth control, you’ve been on it since high school. But you’ve never actually risked not having a condom on until today.

“I guess it’s your lucky day” you mumble and he looks at you in shock. “I’m on the pill, and-“

You didn’t have to say any more before he smashed his lips on you.

“Why can’t it be my birthday every day?” He grins between kisses, as his hand lowers your panties.

You were left in your skirt, and quite frankly, he loved it.

Felix’s hand comes to rub a few circles around your clit, he hesitated for a moment before sliding his finger into the wetness between your legs.

a small moan escapes your lips as you feel his fingers thrust softly into you.

“Fuck," Felix groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of your pussy against his fingers. His other hand found its way to your breast, as he pulled away from the kiss, his breathing heavy.

He removes his tank top, his body now on full display. He leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder, laying you down on his bed as you feel his length rubbing against your clit.

“Want to feel you raw” you whisper as desire and lust flush through him.

“You don’t need to ask me twice” and without wasting time he slides his length slowly into you, letting you adjust bit by bit. A low groan escapes his mouth as he feels you fresh.

Your hips buck slightly as a soft moan escapes your lips. Felix’s eyes were focused solely on you as he took his time finding your depth, pushing into you until he was fully sheathed within your wet heat. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you still as he began to move.

He couldn't believe how wet you were, how hot and tight you felt around his length. The sensations were overwhelming, fueling an intensity inside him like nothing he had ever felt before.

You could feel each thrust grow stronger every time, letting more moans escape from your mouth. As he continues, you couldn’t help but feel your climax build up in your core.

Felix groaned as he felt your tight walls contract around him. He couldn't hold back anymore and began to thrust harder and faster, using his hips to grind against you. Feeling your body react only made him lose control even more, his own need escalating with each thrust.

He starts kissing your shoulder, becoming a blabbering mess with each growing thrust. “So pretty yeah? All mine, fuck- you like that right? I can feel you clenching-“

Your moans become to grow louder. “Felix, I’m close” You gasp, feeling his hand move from your hip to your clit, roughly massaging it as he continued to pound into you.

his tongue tangles with yours in a rough, possessive kiss. His hips slammed against you again and again, each time driving deeper inside. The room was filled with your combined moans and grunts as you reached your peak together.

You could feel his warm seed inside you slowly drip out as he softly thrust into you, helping you ride out your wave.

“You’re okay baby, you’re okay“ he comforts as his pace becomes slower and slower until he finally stops the speed.

He holds you gently, pulling himself out of you.

“Are you okay? Was it okay? Do you need anything?” He checks up on you as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“It was good…so good” you chuckle and he slowly joins the chuckle too.

“Let’s get you some sleep” he smiles as he brings himself next to you.

Felix pulls out his phone to check the time and his eyes grow wide at a notification.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 ;)

The two of you forgot that Minho and Chan were helping you clean the house. Though it didn’t matter now, you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

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mykoreanlove · 8 months ago

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You’ve always wondered when doom’s day would come at last That bleak day on which he would finally realize that you’re nothing but a fraud Anything but deserving of his undying sweet love Not worth it, never have been, never will be Will it be today? Will it be tomorrow? Or even worse - has it already happened? Were you already living your worst nightmare, unaware of what was about to unfold?

I don’t understand why you’re waiting for the shoe to drop, y/n. Can’t you just enjoy his love? Bewildered eyes accompanied by deep frowns mustered you, oh so often Can’t you just let the past be? He is different, don’t you agree? Could souls without heavy burdens ever really understand The unique rhythm your damaged heart beat to? You are breaking your own heart, y/n. Long before he even has the chance to do that A smirk escaped your lips, wondering if fractured things could break even more Was there already a crack in the mosaic of your heart?

Do you like it when I call you angel? Dark eyes were piercing through you, accompanied by a shy smile No. It’s far from fitting. Small hands grabbed yours, squeezing lightly, too concerned about hurting you more You don’t believe you’re an angel? His voice laced with disappointment, his eyes drenched in compassion I don’t believe I’m anything, really. He caught your tremble, if only for a short time, swearing internally to finally cease it

Did you do your assignment? Complimenting yourself in the mirror? You shook your head once more, disappointing everyone around you, per usual Try it now. Give yourself a compliment, y/n. Stubbornness returned in your eyes, sabotaging this desperate act of self love again Why would I? I know I’m not special. I’ve been left so many times, it’s bound to happen again. You got a crystal ball or something? She was tired of talking it out with you, your stubbornness too persistent to die I feel like I’m creating it.

Panic arose in your body as he was nowhere to be found Lix? Lixie? Felix? Sweat formed on your forehead, nausea spread through your stomach Come on, answer. Answer me! You paced through the apartment, anxiously waiting for the relief to your desperation I can’t find Felix anywhere. Do you think he left me? Do you think it’s over? She told you to calm down, take a deep breath. If anything he went out, there must be… A note?

y/n, I will choose you over and over My bad, but I cannot say this I am finally leaving you for good I hate the woman that you are So you’ll never hear me say I love you You’re not my angel Nobody can convince me that I am right where I am meant to be Whenever I take a look at you I always think Are you really that special to me? You’re not And the fact is I never believe You’re my destiny Believe me When I’m speaking of the bottom of my heart

Here it was, the final crack in the mosaic of what was left of your tortured heart Lix, you sobbed under your breath Barely breathing, barely functioning you grabbed your phone once more I found your note… What did you feel? Rejection, betrayal, rage, sadness and a weird sense of relief - the one you get from being right after all Like my worst nightmare came true Read it from the bottom up

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blueberrylixie · 1 year ago

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gray thunder

rock band! jilix x fem! reader

word count: 10, 280 (yes this is a whole ass novel don't bully me)

content warnings: threesome, no m x m, soft dom!felix, soft, possessive jisung, pet names (sweetheart, love), they call reader slut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job (barely), double penetration (both holes lol), fingering, overstimulation, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!),

let me know if i missed anything in this one-shot bc i tend to miss stuff! if you want to skip to the smut, scroll to the white heart divider! but i promise the build-up is worth it ((;

You had never been more nervous than you were at this moment. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you were scared they might fly out of your mouth in the form of something more solid. You had been waiting for tonight for the past three months, ever since you and your best friends bought tickets to see your number one favorite band in the world.

Black Petal.

You took a deep breath, your fingers playing with the bottom of your black velvet miniskirt.

"Are we going to drink tonight?" One of your two best friends asked from her spot next to you.

You all had taken an Uber to the concert venue, which was about half an hour away from your shared apartment.

You rolled your eyes. "No, we're not babes. We want to remember this night for the rest of our lives! We can't be drunk for the entire thing."

Your other best friend, who sat to your right, nodded. "We definitely shouldn't be drinking. This is going to be the best night ever, I don't want the only thing I remember to be the toilets. Not like last week."

"That's so real," you agreed.

The car finally pulled up to the entrance of the venue and stopped. The kind driver opened both doors for the three of you, and you piled out and into the line, which had already started outside the door.

"I can't believe we got here four hours early, and the line is already this long!" One of your friends complained as you got behind the fifty or so people who were already waiting. "Should I beg some of them to let us go ahead? What else is my pretty face good for?"

"Maybe we could sit on the ground and wait? These heels hurt my feet so bad," Your other friend suggested hopefully.

"We should flash the security guards, maybe they'll let us in," you joked.

You and your friends claimed that you were each like thunder, lightning, and rain.

You were the thunder, loud and a natural leader. You liked to share your opinions, and didn't care what other people thought about them. You wore whatever the hell you liked, said what you wanted, and were known to flirt around with any man within your reach. Of course, you left your friends' guys alone, but everyone else was fair game. A few people might find you obnoxious and over-the-top, but what was the fun in being liked by everyone?

Your second friend was lightning. She wasn't nearly as loud, but her personality was bright, and she made herself known in her own way. She didn't like to be the center of attention, but she was the most loyal, supportive friend who would die for those she loved in an instant. She always got scared of your crazy plans, but went along with them without question. Everyone loved that girl. You swore she'd done the impossible in getting everyone on her side.

Your last friend was rain. She could be quiet sometimes, or loud and lively at others. She was the mom friend, telling you off after you had all gotten punished for your insane ideas. But you knew she always had a great time, even if she wouldn't admit it. Sometimes people found her to be a bit of a party pooper, but what no one knew was that she had the best sense of humor out of anyone you'd ever met.

Thunder, Lightning, and Rain. That was you and your friends.

Finally, the line started to move as people were let inside.

The three of you started jumping up and down. Or rather, you and Lightning jumped up and down while Rain sighed, humoring you. She still held your hands though, and a smile was hidden behind that stormy face.

You were all let in, and immediately raced towards the pit. There was no assigned seating for your ticket tier, and you had hoped to get as close to the stage as possible.

You found standing space almost at the front of the pit, mere feet from the stage. Only two other people stood in front of you.

"Holy shit, how did we get so lucky??" Lightning squealed, hopping around and clapping her hands together. Her hair, which was pulled in two ponytails on the side of her head, bounced up and down as she jumped.

"I hope they notice us," you said, staring at the stage. The fact that your favorite band, consisting of eight of the hottest men in the world, would be standing on that stage in the very near future, was mind-blowing to you.

"They'll notice the two of you screaming at the top of your lungs," Rain laughed. "Maybe they like the mysterious one though. That's what I keep telling myself, at least."

"Maybe they'll see me because I'm taller than you both!" Lightning exclaimed. "Even with sneakers, I'm still taller!"

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes, nudging your friend with a fake pout. "Everyone knows guys like short girls!"

"Yeah, we're closer to the ground, that's good for other things too," Rain smirked, and you gasped playfully.

"I didn't know you were so dirty-minded!" You teased.

"Yeah, ewe!" Lightning pretended to cover her ears.

"What?? We look hot, even I can admit that!" Rain insisted.

Along with your velvet mini-skirt, you wore a cropped glittery gold tank top, with a loose neckline that scooped so low you had initially been afraid of a nip-slip. That would probably make headlines. You wore black boots with three-inch heels, just in case there were tall people standing in front of you. Thankfully, they were each about your height, so you'd have the perfect view.

Lightning wore an entirely light blue ensemble, consisting of a gauzy dress that hit three inches above her knees, with matching light blue leg warmers and blue sneakers. She hated high heels, and boasted that she could afford to wear comfortable shoes because she always towered over everyone anyways. Her hair was tied with matching light blue ribbons. She looked like a leggy piece of cotton candy.

Rain wore a black silk slip dress with lace along the bottom and top, and four-inch stilettos that you had no idea how she could walk in without face planting. She always wore some sort of heel, because she insisted she could watch the two of you better from a higher vantage point, even though it was just a couple of inches. Her hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head, making her look even taller. Still, she was shorter than Lightning.

"We do look so hot," you said decisively, running a hand through your hair, which was in a half up, half down style.

"There's no way they won't notice us, huh?" Rain's eyes gleamed with excitement. As calm as she usually was, you knew how crazy she could be when it came to Black Petal.

"They're just so amazing, aren't they?" Lightning sighed, closing her eyes as if she was imagining them in front of you right now.

"I can't believe they're actually going to be here," you agreed as you stared up at the stage. They had to be coming any minute now, right?

Suddenly, the lights dimmed so low it was practically pitch black, and music started playing.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, covering your mouth with one hand and grabbing onto Lightning with the other. Rain gripped your forearm so tight you thought it was going to fall off.

Then, the lights flashed back on, and all eight members of Black Petal were standing on stage, looking so hot you almost sobbed.

To the right of the stage was Changbin, the drummer, his hair mussed like he'd already been head-banging for the past hour. His arms were fully exposed in a leather vest, showing off those dizzyingly huge muscles that made your mouth water. In front of him stood Hyunjin, the rhythm guitarist. He wore a black Celine tank top that draped his lean-muscular frame perfectly. He licked his full, perfect lips as he grinned out at the crowd, like he knew he was hot.

In the middle stood the two vocalists, Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin donned a black suit jacket without a tie. Half of it was unbuttoned, giving just a hint of his entirely bare chest. Seungmin wore a short-sleeved black blazer with a fitted white tee underneath, highlighting his built stomach, with his shaggy brown hair draping over his forehead perfectly.

To the other side stood Minho, the second bassist, with Christopher, the keyboardist and lyricist for all their songs, behind him. Minho had black jeans that showed off his amazing thighs, and a matching black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing veins and hotness all over the place. Christopher looked drool-worthy in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, a black baseball cap over his messy hair as he stood behind his instrument, those perfectly large hands ready to play.

Jisung, the lead guitarist, and Felix, the first bassist, stood a few feet away from Minho. Jisung, who stood next to Felix, with his curly brown hair so long it almost covered his eyes, looked stunning in a suit, with a tie loose around his neck. Felix wore a black tank top and a loose-fitting fishnet long sleeve that still showed off his perfect arms and collarbone. His blond hair, which graced the nape of his neck, showed off his perfect skin even more, and you thought you fell in love right then and there.

They all looked fucking incredible.

"Hello Seoul!" Seungmin yelled, from his spot at the front of the stage.

The three of you screamed so loud, you knew your voice would be gone by the end of the night.

"We're Black Petal, and we're so excited to be here performing for you tonight! We've got some really special songs lined up, and we hope you enjoy them! Now who's ready to rock??" Seungmin looked around the stadium, which was completely sold out.

The entire room shook with the yells and screams from each and every person.

"I don't think they sound very excited, do you Seungmin?" Jeongin grinned at his bandmate, and they both shook their heads.

"We wanna hear you louder, Seoul!" Jeongin shouted, and the stadium boomed again with the crazed cries of their fans.

"Hell yeah!" Seungmin smirked at the crowd, and your heart stuttered at the sight. Damn that man and his famous smirks.

The band started off with one of their most well-known songs, and you, Lightning, and Rain squealed like little girls. You started jumping and singing along to the music, just the same as everyone else.

But you barely noticed those around you as you gazed up at the eight men on stage. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, entranced you. They were hot, and they knew it.

Jeongin and Seungmin came closer to the crowd, taking their microphones off the stands and singing right up next to the crowd, on your side of the stage. Holy shit, were your idols really standing a few feet in front of you??

Seungmin's chocolate brown eyes reflected off the hot stage lights, his blazer all the way open and his white t-shirt practically glued to his chest from sweat. Normally, you found sweat disgusting, but you just wanted to pull him closer and-

"Holy shit, he's looking at me!" Rain covered her mouth in a silent scream as she stared at the other vocalist, whose jacket was so loose it was practically all the way open. She was usually so calm, it was crazy seeing her so worked up.

Jeongin grinned down at the crowd, and it really felt like he was looking right at you guys. Maybe he was.

Before you could react, he was reaching down, that perfect hand of his inches away. He grabbed Rain's hand, pulling her so close to the edge of the stage that she had to stand on tiptoes to keep contact. Her cheeks were so red you thought she might burst a blood vessel as she stared up at Jeongin, who kept singing with that perfect voice of his, all the while staring at her like she was the only girl in the room.

"Holy shit she's living her main character moment!" Lightning gaped at her friend, twisting one of her ponytails around her finger over and over again. "Ugh, I'm so jealous!"

Before she could complain anymore, Seungmin, who stood next to Jeongin, winked down at her, and she instantly silenced, her mouth agape as she waved her free hand at him. He just chuckled and walked back to the center of the stage.

Jeongin, who had finally let go of Rain's hand, much to her chagrin, followed his friend. They put their arms around each other's shoulders as they finished out the first song.

"Holy crap girl, what the fuck????" You screamed at Rain, grabbing the hand Jeongin had held. "How was it?? What did it feel like??"

"I think I blacked out!" she gasped, staring down at her hand in awe. "Was that real?? This is a dream, this has to be a dream!"

"Seungmin stared right at me, I swear he did!" Lightning giggled, eyes following the second youngest band member like he was a juicy piece of meat. "He's sooo hot, and those eyes!"

You sighed inwardly. You were so glad your friends were getting so much attention from the band. Of course they were, they were gorgeous! But you couldn't help feeling a little left out. Did the guys not see you standing there too? You knew you were a catch. If your friends were getting noticed in this crowd of thousands, was it really that crazy to hope they might notice you too?

The second song started, and this time the bassists and guitarists came out front. Minho and Hyunjin stood next to each other, with Jisung and Felix on your side.

They started off with a crazy guitar riff from Jisung, which had all the girls practically melting down when he finished, his hair hanging in front of his face, a tired yet elated grin on his face. Felix followed with a funky bass riff that had everyone's jaw on the floor. When the full song started, the rest of the guys joined in force, their instruments a part of them as they played.

But even though you were supposed to be paying attention to all of them equally - and you did love all of them - you couldn't keep your eyes off a certain curly haired brunette and blond-haired bass player.

And somehow, they seemed to sense your heated gaze. Both of them looked up in unison, and your eyes met theirs. As if in synch, they both grinned at you, before approaching the crowd, just as Seungmin and Jeongin had.

But this time, both of their gazes were fixed entirely on you, like you were the prey and they the predator. Your entire mouth dried up like someone had forced you to eat a bunch of cotton balls.

You tried to swallow and bring some moisture back, but with two of the hottest men you'd ever witnessed just staring at you, it didn't work.

"Hey beautiful," Felix whispered, that deep voice instantly sending shivers down your back and heat to your center. He wasn't miced up, so no one could hear what he was saying. Your friends stared at you, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

"What's your name?" Jisung chimed in, running a hand through that perfect hair of his. His voice was softer than Felix's low one, but it still sent your heart thumping, your brain going fuzzy.

You could barely get your name out over the screaming of the crowd. With both of them so damn close, everyone was freaking out.

But out of all the people there that night, Felix and Jisung were talking to you. They were asking you what your name was.

You might be going crazy, but... from the way they were staring at you, to Felix's Adam's apple bobbing and Jisung's arms flexing, were they interested in you?

Jisung repeated your name, the word sweet like syrup rolling off his tongue. You understood what Rain said now. This felt like a dream. None of this was real. You were going to wake up in bed absolutely devastated in the next couple minutes.

Felix motioned for you to come closer, and you accidentally shoved the girl in front of you out of the way so you could stand next to them

"S-sorry!" You exclaimed, but you weren't really paying attention. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Minho and Hyunjin were carrying the bass and guitar while their members were distracted. They kept looking over at Felix and Jisung, a little confused about what they were doing, but they didn't try to stop them. They probably thought they were just interacting with fans, a usual occurrence at their concerts.

But there was nothing usual about this. At least not for you. You hoped they didn't flirt with all of their fans.

Felix leaned in so close to you, his lips brushed the curve of your ear, one of his hands coming down to caress your cheek. You visibly shuddered, and you could feel his mouth turn up in a pleased grin.

"Meet us backstage after the show, won't you Love?"

You couldn't say anything, your brain going completely blank as you tried to process his words. After a moment, you found it in you to just nod in agreement.

"Good," Felix stepped back, giving Jisung a conspiratorial nod, before turning back towards the stage and continuing to play, as if he'd never stopped.

Jisung waved at you with a cheeky grin before following Felix back to his spot.

You stared after them, unable to even sing along despite this being one of your favorite songs.

Was this really happening? Did the Lee Felix and Han Jisung just ask you to meet them after the show? Or so you assumed, based off the "we" Felix used when he invited you.

You weren't stupid. You knew what they wanted.

"What did they want??" Lightning gasped from next to you, grabbing your wrist so tight you thought the circulation might cut off. "They were whispering in your ear!!"

"The way he touched your face was so hot," Rain gushed.

"He wants to meet up with me after the concert," you said breathlessly.

"Oh my gosh????" Lightning squeaked. "Can we come with?? Maybe some of the other guys want to meet us too!!"

"Both you and Jisung?" Rain covered her mouth. "That's so hot."

"I know, I'm kinda freaking out right now," you said in as calm a voice as you could muster.

"Did you say yes?" Lightning breathed. "Please say you said yes."

"Who do you think I am? Of course I said yes!" you laughed in what you hoped was a cool-girl laugh.

But holy shit.

This was something you had, admittedly, fantasized about. After all, who didn't think about sleeping with any of the members from Black Petal? They had all gone viral not just for their looks, but their insane talent as well. They were known as the best rock band in Korea. Anyone would die to be in your position right now.

But they wanted to sleep with you. You sure as hell weren't going to turn down that offer.

The rest of the concert went by in a haze. You enjoyed every second of it. Every song, all the funny banter they had between each other. You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around with your friends. You watched as some of the other members came over, notably Minho and Hyunjin, who also seemed to take an interest in your friends. They grinned at you with an almost knowing look on their face, like you were off-limits or something. You couldn't quite tell what they were thinking, but you didn't mind too much.

Because you still couldn't take your eyes off of Jisung and Felix.

The two stayed next to each other for most of the concert, which was a nice excuse to get to stare at them both the whole time. You could see Changbin and his perfect arms as he played the drums. Christopher with his big, calloused hands on the keyboard.

But really, you were just watching Felix and Jisung, who now stood in front of them. You weren't sure if you were imagining it, but it felt like they looked your way a lot more than they looked at everyone else. Every time your eyes met, your cheeks heated up. Their gazes were hot and heavy, like they were communicating their desire to you without words. But you didn't look away. Even with these literal celebrities, you knew when a man was into you. You were known to enjoy the attention of as many of them as possible, and they were no different.

Quite the opposite, in fact. It was somehow a million times hotter to have caught the attention of two of the biggest celebrities in the country. Men who women flocked to.

Now, even just for a night, they were yours.

The show ended with a bang.

"Thank you so much, everyone! This was Black Petal!" Seungmin called. The entire group waved goodbye, the crowd yelling and cheering, before the curtain closed, and they were gone.

People started filing out of the concert hall, but for a few minutes, you couldn't move. Had that all really just happened? Were you about to go out there and meet the band? Specifically Felix and Jisung?

"C'mon, let's go!" Rain nudged your arm, and you started from the contact.

"You're gonna take us with you to meet the band, right?" Lightning giggled, playing with her hair again. "I can't believe they actually talked to us! And want to meet us!"

You nodded, linking arms with each of them before making your way slowly through the crowd, and towards the stage. They wanted you to meet them back there, right? You just hoped it wasn't all a big joke, and security wasn't ready to tackle you when you showed up.

But apparently, the band must have told everyone that you were coming. Security just nodded at you as you headed backstage, as if they knew you personally. Their manager, a short woman maybe ten years older than you, stood outside their dressing room door.

"Hi!" You said as confidently as you could muster. "I'm-"

"I know, please come in," the woman nodded to all three of you before unlocking the door and letting you inside.

The room was surprisingly spacious for being wedged backstage. It was at least twice the size of your apartment, which you had to admit, wasn't large to begin with. The lights were headsplittingly bright, so much so that you had to squint. Two tables sat by the door, with a dozen or so chairs around each one. Another table was filled with snacks and drinks, and three half-full pizza boxes. There was a couch in the middle of the room, which looked surprisingly comfortable. A few managers paced around the room, talking on their walkie talkies to people outside.

Then you saw them.

All eight men were halfway done changing, and they were wandering around in lounge pants, no shirts to be seen. While they looked exhausted, they were comfortable being only half clothed. Holy hell. You could barely keep yourself from raking your eyes down each of their bodies.

Let's be real, you failed, miserably.

Jisung was the first to notice you. When he turned around, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand, his handsome face lit up like fairy lights. His eyes turned to half-moon crescents, his smile bright and excited.

"Hey, you made it!" He motioned you over, and you had no choice but to obey. It was like an invisible force was pulling you towards him.

Felix noticed the two of you almost instantly. He finished his slice of pizza, licking his pointer finger in an almost pornographic manner before approaching you, a sly grin on his face.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, his clean hand coming to rest on the small of your back. Your eyes widened, but you didn't say anything, nor did you move out of his grasp. You didn't want to react so openly in front of his band mates, or even your friends, who knew basically everything about your sex life.

"What did you want with me?" You asked, trying your best to keep any sign of nervousness out of your voice. You sounded a lot more confident than you felt. How could you be, when two of the men you were literally obsessed about literally stood right in front of you?

Felix raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Jisung, then back again. "I don't know much about you yet, Sweetheart, but I didn't take you for an idiot."

Heat flamed up your face, and you crossed your arms. "I could just leave, if you're gonna be mean. I get enough dick as it is without yours in the mix."

Felix let out a hoarse laugh, taking a sip from his water bottle. His eyes now glowed with a newfound interest.

Jisung instantly reached out and grabbed your wrist, shaking his head as he brought you even closer to him. You could smell a hint of his cologne, which smelled like woodsy pine, mixed with his sweat. Heat emanated off his bare skin like an open fire. And you were the moth, drawn to it.

"Don't leave, Love," he said softly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. "Lix is just messing around, aren't you Lix?"

The blond-haired male shrugged and nodded, the hint of a grin still playing on his lips.

"I kid Sweetheart, I kid. We just want you so badly, we were impatient. That's all."

The hand that had once rested on your back replaced itself again, squeezing lightly.

"So, tell us about yourself," Felix's hand moved to your side and started rubbing, an inviting smile replacing that crafty look he'd donned a few seconds ago.

You paused, unsure of what to say. Why would these men, who were literal superstars, want to learn about you?

But you stopped your self doubt before it could go any further. They had gone great lengths to invite you and your friends here. If they were asking, you had to assume they were actually interested.

Besides, you were an interesting person, weren't you? You had an exciting life. Friends. Money. A good job. Who wouldn't want to get to know you?

"I work as a divorce lawyer here in Seoul," you said proudly, feeling more comfortable as you started talking about things you knew. "I graduated with my law degree last year, and I was hired straight out of an internship at the law firm. Those are my two best friends over there, and we go out together all the time. You guys are our favorite band, we love you so much," you couldn't help but gush, cheeks heating at the words.

"We love to hear it," Felix purred, leading you over to the cushy leather couch, which was still vacant. His hand immediately came to rest on your left thigh. Jisung claimed your right one, his head resting on your shoulder as you continued to speak.

"Outside of work, I go out clubbing, I love dancing. I love animals, and I volunteer at the animal shelter on the weekend," the words spilled out of you, as if you had known these men for a lot longer than a short thirty minutes.

"We saw you dancing to our music," Jisung grinned, his lips ghosting the nape of your neck. "It was pretty hot."

"We couldn't keep our eyes off you, Sweetheart," Felix nodded, his hand squeezing your leg.

"I-I couldn't stop looking at you guys either," you stammered against your will, but both men seemed to delight in your nerves.

"You ready to get out of here, Love?" Jisung asked, sliding his hand into your hair now, fingers dancing across your neck.

"Where are we going?" You asked, confused. Were they really just asking you to find somewhere to fuck them? Smooth.

"Our hotel, of course," Felix's lips slid down your neck, dusting kisses all the way down to your chest, and up again.

Your breath stuttered as you tried to get your bearings. You rubbed your thighs together as covertly as you could, wetness already pooling in your panties, but judging by their satisfied smirks, they both noticed. "I-what about my friends?" Was all you were able to choke out.

Felix glanced over at them. "I think they'll be okay. They're in good hands."

You watched the rest of the group out of the corner of your eye. Rain was chatting with Jeongin, who had shown her a great amount of interest during the show. Christopher had appeared at her other side, offering her a slice of pizza, as if you three hadn't just eaten before the show. Changbin watched them with an interested expression as he drank from his water bottle, those biceps flexing as he leaned against the table next to him.

Lighting was being cornered by the three remaining men. Despite being almost the same height, she looked small next to Minho, who had his arm propped up against the wall. He looked like he was interrogating her, based on the way her eyes widened further and further the more he spoke. Seungmin was watching them, an amused expression playing across his lips, while Hyunjin had his back up against the wall on her other side, his face barely a few inches away from her face.

They certainly looked like they would be fine without you. You could afford to leave them for the night. It wasn't like they weren't used to it. You all had sex lives.

You just had one more question. You weren't sure if it would make this whole situation even more awkward, but you had to ask.

"And... I would be leaving with the two of you?"

Both men looked at each other, similar smiles painted across their uniquely handsome faces.

"We're a package deal, Love," Jisung was the one to answer. His voice was calm, innocent even, as the two men stood up and started to put shirts on.

But you saw that hungry glint burn both of their eyes.

You knew you were in for a crazy night.

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The short Uber right over to their hotel was torture. You could barely walk to the car you were so aroused, and when you finally got in, sandwiched between both of them, they refused to keep their hands off you.

It was pure heaven, if heaven was simultaneously physically painful. Jisung, being the possessive man that you were learning he was, had pulled you so close you were basically sitting on his lap, his hands roaming all over your back and ass, his lips leaving kisses against the outside of your tank top, not caring if he left wet marks. Felix had slid over next to you, sucking harshly on your neck as he slid your already short skirt up so high it was bunched around your waist, soaked panties exposed.

"Fuck, you're already so wet and we haven't even done anything," Felix snickered, his fingers ghosting over your pantie-clad core.

You shook beneath his stare, trying to move your hips against his curious hand. But he denied you, moving away right as you tried to satisfy your hunger.

"Be patient, Sweetheart," he slid his hand under your chin, bringing his face so close to yours, you could smell the mint gum he was chewing. Those dark eyes bored into yours, his alight with desire. You bit your lip and he groaned, pulling away and running a hand down his face.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned as he sat back in his seat.

"It's only a few more minutes," Jisung encouraged you as he continued pawing at the front of your shirt. You slid a hand into his curly hair, your eyes closed as you pulled your lower lip into your mouth.

You could be patient. Because something told you it would be worth the wait.

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The three of you could barely make it inside the heavy wood door of their hotel room. Jisung had fumbled with the key, trying to get it to scan, for much longer than normal, before shoving the door open and dragging you to the couch, which sat in the middle of the soft white carpet.

The lamp in the living room automatically turned on, bathing the three of you in soft orange light.

The room was uncharacteristically large, with the bed situated in the corner, a tv a few yards in front of it. The entire place was the definition of lavish.

However, you scarcely had time to study the place, before Jisung, always impatient, pushed you onto the couch and straddled your hips, coming to hover mere inches above you before placing harsh kisses all across your neck, along your shoulders, your chest.

"I-I can't wait," he breathed against your skin, his fingers tracing your collarbones like they were masterpieces, his mouth coming to land on yours in a bruising kiss.

You immediately reciprocated, kissing back with equal reverence, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. He obliged, making soft, almost desperate whining noises as you explored him. He tasted of strawberries and desire, and you moaned against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"Have you forgotten about me already, Sweetheart?"

Felix, who had taken his time removing his shoes and fixing his hair, approached you, a disdainful look on that gorgeous face of his.

You had never thought Felix would be sadistic, or mean in any way, or any situation. In fact, he, along with Jisung, were known for being the sweet, nice ones of the group. The reality - at least in bed - was so far from that, it sent shivers down your spine. What else would surprise you tonight?

"No, of course not Lix," you cleared your throat, trying to keep the thudding of your heart in check. "How could anyone forget you?"

Jisung grinned at his friend apologetically. "We just got carried away, Lix. She's all yours," he glanced at you, that same glint appearing in his eyes again, "for now, at least."

You reluctantly unwrapped your legs from his waist, your core already pulsing with need. You just needed one of them - ideally both, but you'd take whatever you could get - to satisfy your needs.

"There's my pretty girl," Felix grinned wickedly down at you, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, his freckles barely visible in the dim hotel light. "I think we've done enough waiting now, haven't we?"

You found yourself nodding furiously, your hands reaching out to beckon him closer. He followed, approaching you like a starved animal.

When he got close enough, he gripped your waist with such force you let out a squeak of surprise. His lips smashed against yours with even more strength than Jisung's as one of his hands wandered up your shirt and ripped it off, leaving it a mangled tangle of threads as he threw it onto the ground. You were left in your lacy black bra, your nipples fully exposed to the chilly air. They instantly turned to stiff peaks, as they brushed against the front of Felix's plain white t-shirt.

You whined at the sensation, clawing at his back, desperate for more contact. You continued to kiss him back fervently, moaning needily into his mouth over and over again.

His teeth came out to bite your bottom lip and suck on it in an almost caring manner, taking the time to explore every crevice of your mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging as if you wanted him to let go, when you wanted anything but.

"Ji, Ji, please touch me," you gasped, breaking the kiss with Felix to look up at the other man, who was sitting and watching you in a chair a few feet away. "I-I need you both."

Felix smirked down at you. "One man isn't enough, is it?"

"You're more than enough Lix," you assured him, and he closed his eyes, his entire body shuddering at your words. "But I want you both, if you're offering yourselves."

"We are," Jisung said instantly, coming to your side, pulling the cups of your bra aside and latching onto your left nipple. He started sucking and licking like his life depended on it, as Felix started moving down the length of your body to your core, which was still pulsing with desire.

"Please Lix," you begged, although you weren't sure for what, your hand still in his hair as he gazed up at you, eyes so blown out they were entirely black.

Felix pulled your skirt off, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. He gazed at you appreciatively, licking his lips once before tugging them clean off, throwing them into a pile along with your ruined top.

He spread your legs, gazing upon your soaked cunt with a smug grin on his face. If you weren't so turned on, you would have kicked him.

"Please Lix, I'll keep whining until you touch me," you breathed, using your hold on his hair to push him closer to your aching center.

"Since you've been such a good girl, Sweetheart," he murmured, before diving in.

His mouth encased your entire pussy, licking and sucking, emitting the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard. His tongue worked in and out of your cunt, one of his hands coming up to massage your sensitive clit at the same time.

You gasped, rocking your hips up to meet his mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.

Jisung switched to your other nipple, and you pulled him up for a long, passionate kiss. His hands continued to massage your breasts as Felix added a second finger, pumping them both in and out of your cunt, which was so wet it was dripping onto the couch.

"F-fuck Lix, please don't stop!" You panted, voice muffled by Jisung's full lips against yours. "Feels so fucking good."

Felix chuckled against your core, and you shook at the sensation. His tongue fucked you in and out in rhythm with his fingers as he simultaneously sucked hard on your clit, making you see stars.

"Please, Lix, I'm close!" You moaned, gazing up at Jisung pleadingly, your mouth half-parted as he watched you with such intense desire you knew you were finished.

"You wanna cum, Love?" Jisung whispered, stroking your hair as he pinched each of your nipples. "You're being such a good girl for us, just cum in Lix's mouth, yeah?"

You nodded, your eyes unable to leave Jisung's face as he reached down to touch your core as well, rubbing your clit at the same time as Felix fingered you.

And that was the end for you.

"O-oh shit!" You cried, hands gripping the edges of the couch as you tumbled over the edge, your vision going white as you came so hard, your body lifted off the couch, and you collapsed back down in front of Felix, gasping and shaking as you stared at both men in front of you.

He continued to lick and suck on your drenched cunt, lapping up every drop of release that came out of you, until you started whimpering with overstimulation. He finally let go, licking his lips and sliding back up your body to press his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but it just turned you on further.

"Now Jisung is gonna make you feel really good, Sweetheart," Felix murmured against your mouth, breaking the kiss to slide both of his fingers, which were coated with your release, into your mouth.

You whimpered in response, watching as Jisung removed his pants and positioned himself at the entrance to your cunt, which was still fluttering with pleasure from your first - and best - orgasm.

You sucked on Felix's fingers, wrenching a moan from the man, as you watched in awe as Jisung stroked his cock once, twice, before rubbing his length up and down the entrance of your soaked cunt, groaning as the lewd sounds filled his ears and wetness began to envelop him. He was completely hard and very long, a bit on the skinny side, but so pretty. Your mouth watered, tempted to lick the bead of precum slipping across the tip.

"Please Ji, inside," you implored, gazing down at him with wide eyes.

Jisung groaned, unable to resist you. "You sure you're ready, Love?" He said, his voice low with barely-tethered control.

You nodded silently, and Jisung reared his hips back, before slipping the tip of his cock, which was positively throbbing with bridled desire, inside your cunt.

"More," you gasped, your body instantly tightening around him as he struggled to push himself further in.

Felix stood next to you, his cock uncomfortably hard in his sweatpants, creating an obvious tent right by your face. It brushed the side of your cheek, and you turned, reaching out and tugging his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. Just from the outline of him, you could tell he was huge.

"Do you need help there, Lix?" You asked in the most sultry tone you could muster, batting your eyelids up at him.

At the same time, Jisung bottomed out inside you, letting out a guttural moan as he did so, your cunt tightening around him so he could barely breathe.

"Fuck, Love," he growled, his eyes squeezed shut. He began thrusting in and out of you in quick, shaky jerks, unable to control his movements.

Felix smirked and nodded, tugging his boxers off and kicking them to the side. His cock, heavy with arousal, sprung free, and you instantly reached out, grabbing hold of the base.

He was certainly thicker than Jisung, maybe an inch shorter. The tip of his cock was angry with arousal, precum already smeared across his length. You licked your lips, eager to please.

Felix hissed an oath through his teeth, his eyes barely slits as he gazed down at you. Your body rocked back and forth from the power of Jisung's thrusts as he held your waist, fucking into you with messy shoves of his hips.

"Fuck yeah, just like that baby," Felix praised you, and your cunt tighened at his words. Jisung whimpered at the added pressure, his hips stuttering for a moment as he got his bearings.

You suck your tongue out and kitten-licked Felix's cock, tasting the salty warmth of precum spread throughput your mouth.

"Don't fucking tease me, Sweetheart," Felix spat, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you onto his length without warning.

Your eyes widened as you immediately gagged on him. He was thicker than you'd expected, and longer too. His tip hit the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes, but you refused to give up. You started bobbing your head up and down, sucking with just the right pressure, taking him fully until your nose hit the small patch of hair against his pelvis. You breathed in the musky smell of him, a sexy, ocean scent you were now addicted to. You pulled him out of your mouth, swirling your tongue along his tip and over the prominent vein along the side of his length. He groaned through gritted teeth, throwing his head back and thrusting himself against the back of your throat again and again, his hand still gripping your hair.

Jisung removed his hands from your hips, his fingers going to play with your clit, rubbing your already-sensitive nerves as he bullied himself deeper inside of you. He hit that spongy part deep inside of you, and you let out a tortured gasp, your cunt fluttering around him as his fingers moved faster, eagerly chasing your release. Your hips bucked up to meet his, and he almost came on the spot.

You started whimpering so loudly, your entire body shaking so hard, Jisung knew you were close. He continued to slam his cock against that perfect spot, the squelching sounds of your cunt driving him crazy p, until you squirmed underneath him, your entire body seizing up, moaning around Felix's sensitive cock, until you finished around him, all garbled whines and moans.

Jisung knew he couldn't last much longer. The sensation of your tight pussy getting impossibly tighter as you came sent him over the edge.

"Fuck Love, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna cum inside you," he bit out, pushing the sweaty hair from his eyes as his hips continued to stutter forward, your hips still moving against him, milking him till the end.

"Please cum inside me," you whimpered softly, your voice almost unintelligible around Felix's girth.

Felix groaned, laughing as he thrust himself into your wet mouth. He grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open further. He closed his eyes, letting out a choked grunt, before finishing down your throat. He tapped his cock on the outside of your mouth a few times, before saying, "Fuck dude, I guess you got no choice now. She's begging for it."

You opened your mouth to show both men you'd swallowed all of his warm, salty cum. Felix pressed his lips against yours, Jisung's cock getting impossibly harder. What kind of other-worldly being were you?

Jisung all but snarled, his body falling on top yours as he started to hammer into you, all sense of control forgotten. You begging for him to cum inside you, swallowing Felix's cum like the obedient slut you were, had undone him. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Shit, shit, shit, you know what you're doing don't you you little slut," he panted, the words almost foreign on his lips as his hips turning to sloppy jerks, as he pounded in and out of your wet heat a few more times, before emptying his cum deep inside you.

You moaned loudly. Now that Felix had finished, you were able to fully express your pleasure as you bucked your hips up against him, wrapping your legs around him once more. Your throat was deliciously sore, your mouth still covered with Felix's cum, but you found it that much hotter.

"Fuck Ji," you hiccuped, teary eyes landing on the man as he gently slid out of your cum-stained pussy, collapsing on top of you. Letting go of Felix, you pulled Jisung close to you, pressing your lips against his, your hands going to his strong, sweaty chest, fingers roaming all over his body, continuing to explore him. He moved against you, not caring that you tasted of Felix's cum. In fact, he found it extremely sexy. His cock, which was exhausted from his eagerness to please you, had already begun to get hard again. Were you that irresistible? Of course you were.

"Wanna switch places?" Felix grinned in satisfaction, his perfect white teeth glinting in the orange light of the hotel lamps. "It's about time I had a turn in this gorgeous pussy."

Your cunt clenched at his words. You'd felt how big he was in your mouth. You could only imagine how big he'd be inside of you.

Jisung smirked, glancing from you to Felix. "Can I have a turn in her other hole?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but Felix shrugged before you could say anything. "That is our thing, isn't it?"

You glared at both of them, hurt coursing through you. "You do this with all your fans? That's really flattering. Maybe I should just leave you to it, I'm sure you'll find someone-"

Felix stopped your fighting words with a passionate kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip as you melted into his touch.

"No one is better than you, Sweetheart," he cooed, kissing down your neck before biting on a soft vein. You whined, but didn't move.

"You better be telling the truth," you grumbled, but you had already folded. You would give these men anything they asked for.

Jisung took the opportunity while Felix was sucking on your neck like a vampire to slot his mouth against yours. He was a lot less smooth with his movements than Felix, clearly just as needy as you were.

"Mm, Ji, you taste so good," you murmured against him, one of your hands moving to each man's hair.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at your words. "I need you again, Love," he sighed dreamily, his hand going down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you so sloppily, drool ran down your chin.

Felix kissed down your stomach, along your hips, ghosting against your bare pussy, and sucking your inner thighs, leaving bruises all the way.

"You ready to be on top, Sweetheart?" He smiled wolfishly at you, his mocha eyes glinting with seduction.

"It'll give me space in the back," Jisung added to comfort you, running a hand through your hair before you had time to protest. You shut your mouth, nodding obediently. Felix glanced at Jisung, impressed by his convincing skills.

Felix was about to give in anyways and flip you over onto your back, when you decided it was time to take charge instead. You weren't a dominant woman in bed, persay, but you loved the look of surprised desire in a man's eyes when you made the move on them. Seeing as Felix was clearly used to taking control in the bedroom, you wanted to shock him a little.

So you sat up on the couch, gripped his muscular shoulders, and pushed him into the couch. His eyes widened with pleased astonishment as he let himself be shoved down, his head hitting the soft material beneath him as you hovered over him. Just that look alone caused your cunt to clench around nothing, a quiet moan escaping your kiss-swollen lips.

You straddled his waist, lining his thick cock up with your aching center, before impaling yourself on all eight inches of him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

You let out a guttural moan, throwing your head back as Felix grunted underneath you, his hips immediately thrusting up to meet yours, pounding into you at a bruising pace.

You whimpered as his cock hit your g-spot over and over again. You reached behind you, seeking pleasure from the other man in the room. He was spreading lube onto his cock, prepping himself for what was sure to be a tight squeeze.

"Ji, please, kiss me," you gasped, bouncing yourself up and down on Felix's cock.

"Fuck yes, baby," Felix grunted, breaths coming hard and fast as he was already coming undone. "You think you can take control, huh? I'll let you have your fun for now, then you'll see."

Jisung wrapped his arms around the back of your waist and pressed his lips to your impatient ones. Your body was twisted around so you could kiss him, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he continued stroking his cock. The squelching sounds from Felix fucking into your pussy mixed with the sounds of the lube on his dick was like a symphony, and your entire body shuddered from the pure hotness of it all.

Jisung slid a finger against your hole, and you moaned, your head falling against his shoulder as you broke the kiss.

"Please, be careful," you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you tried to stay present for both men, everything threatening to overwhelm you. "I-I've never done this before."

"Fuck, she's never been fucked in the ass before," Felix cock hardened impossibly more inside of you, and you squeaked in pleasure, your hips rising and falling with such intense need you didn't know what to do with it all.

"I'm honored to be your first then," Jisung murmured, nipping your earlobe before sliding a finger inside of you.

"O-oh shit," your breaths came in short, quick bursts as you tried to accommodate the foreign sensation. It wasn't painful, yet, just uncomfortable.

"Just getting you ready for me," Jisung murmured against you, kissing your jawbone as he spoke. "Don't want to hurt you."

Jisung wasn't quite as thick as Felix, but he was longer. Still, you weren't sure if he was going to fit in such a small hole.

He added a second finger, gently scissoring them in and out. You squirmed against him, gasping when a searing pain zipped through you, down your spine.

"You're doing amazing for us, Love," Jisung praised, holding your waist steady with his free hand.

"I think she's ready, Jisung ," Felix hissed beneath you, his movements becoming progressively sloppier, his brain going foggy as he became drunk on your perfect cunt. "I'm gonna bust way too fucking fast in this tight pussy, and I want both of us to be inside her before I do."

You whined, turning your body back around so you faced Felix again. You weren't sure if you would be able to watch as Jisung entered you. It was all so overwhelming, but you loved it at the same time.

Jisung's long cock prodded against your hole, and you shook against him, gripping Felix's lean, veiny arms. You had drooled over those arms for years, and now you were able to hold them, kiss them. You leaned down so your chests pressed together, your sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. You nestled yourself against his neck, breathing heavily as you fucked yourself up and down on his cock, equal parts excited and terrified for what was to come.

"You're being the perfect little slut for us, aren't you Sweetheart?" Felix's deep voice was hoarse with lust as his cock hammered in and out of you, sweat slipping between your two bodies. "You were practically begging for us to fuck you in both holes, weren't you? You wanted this."

Despite his harsh words, he lifted your chin up before mashing your lips together. His eyes were closed as he licked your bottom lip, an extremely vulnerable moment despite what was happening.

Jisung gently pressed the tip of his cock into you, and the tightness nearly took his breath away. Gasping from the unexpected pleasure, he gripped your waist as he slowly eased himself in.

"O-oh, Ji please, slower," you breathed, your eyes, which had been blissfully shut moments before, were now wide open, gazing down at Felix with a mix of pleasure and pain, excitement and fear.

Felix ran his hands along your spine reassuringly, pressing his lips against your arms, which were now propped against his chest.

"You're doing so well for us, Sweetheart," he purred, his other hand brushing the hair back from your shoulder. "You're making Jisung feel so good, he might cum early."

"Not true," Jisung growled through gritted teeth. He was trying to go slow for you, he really was. But the tight heat of your body just did something to him, something no other woman had done to him before. You were addicting. You were his.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, letting your body get accustomed to the sensation of two people inside of you at the same time. It hurt like hell, to be honest, but it was also somehow liberating, knowing you could give pleasure to two men like this.

"You can move again," you finally murmured, glancing back at the man behind you and nodding. You wanted to make him feel good. And you wanted to know if it could make you feel good too.

Jisung kept moving, watching you every second to make sure you weren't in too much pain. Slowly, he bottomed out inside of you.

You collapsed back on top of Felix, who hadn't moved once since Jisung started entering you from behind. He didn't want to overstimulate you. He found himself wanting to put your needs before his own. That was new for him.

Jisung sat there for a moment, a silent question hanging, asking if you were okay for him to move.

"P-please move," you finally got out, the intense sensations of Felix's thick cock and Jisung's long one causing both holes to clamp down on each of them. "I-I think I'm ready."

Felix didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid into your hair as he began thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling you close so he could gaze into your eyes. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had already fallen for you. He didn't want you to be with anyone else. You were his. His and Jisung's.

Jisung, with one final glance to check in on you, began moving in time with Felix's thrusts. When Felix moved in, Jisung moved out. The two of them had shared multiple women in the past, so they fell into an easy, practiced rhythm. But this time, it felt different, to both of them. Jisung could feel his heart physically ache in his chest as he gazed down at you, sweat shining off your back, your hair a mess, as you pressed kiss after kiss against Felix's neck, tortured moans spilling from your lips like a prayer.

"Please, faster," you sobbed, tears staining Felix's skin as both men had their way with you. The pain you once felt had opened up to reveal a new kind of pleasure, one you had never felt before. The sounds of both cocks thrusting in and out of you caused you to whimper, your body wracking with shudders against them.

Felix reached down between your legs, his thrusts not slowing, as he rubbed harsh circles against your aching clit, and you were undone. He touched just the right spot over and over, You whimpered his name over and over again, your hips stuttering forward, out of your control.

"I-I'm going to cum, Lix," you panted, bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster, chasing your orgasm. You threw your head back as you tumbled over the edge, your hips bucking against him, your whole body quaking as you came down from your high.

He growled against you, his fingers dipping into your cunt before licking the arousal off of them. His hips pounded harder into you, his eyes lighting with the fire you knew meant he was close. You let him pound into you, your orgasm rising to crescendo again, his cock pressing so deep against your cervix you could feel him in your stomach. You pressed a hand against him, and he groaned loudly, his hips stuttering with pleasure. You watched in fascination as his perfect, toned abs flexed, and without warning, he emptied himself deep inside of you.

Jisung watched in fascination as the two of you came together, and his hips instantly sped up. He had tried to hold off until you came, and now that you had, he let himself free, using you however he liked.

You turned around, lasering him at him with a coquettish stare. Those entrancing eyes drew him closer to you, his hips snapping forward of their own accord as he kept eye contact. You whimpered, biting your lip and gazing at him pleadingly. He thrusted as hard as he could, his eyes screwed up, his fingers pressing so tight against you, they were sure to leave bruises on your hips.

"Fuck me Ji, harder," you begged, staring at him with those doll-eyes, your hole sucking him in further.

"L-love-" he choked out, managing a few more sloppy thrusts before releasing inside of you. He stayed inside your warm, tight body before pulling out and tugging you on top of him, completely spent.

Felix grunted as you toppled over to lay on Jisung's chest, the two men moving to sandwich you in an embrace. Despite the couch being small, you didn't mind these two lean men squeezed right next to you. Jisung, who spooned you from behind, pressed his warm lips against your neck over and over again, sending tingles down your spine. You shivered, giggling softly, nuzzling him with your nose in response. Felix, who had turned to face you from his position in front, held your waist, pulling your face close as he kissed your lips over and over, like he couldn't get enough.

"I bet you entice all the ladies with these moves, don't you?" You tried to smile at your joke, but it felt forced. You couldn't imagine what it looked like to them.

"We don't do this for anyone else," Felix said simply, tracing circles against your soft skin. "We always kick them out after."

"Right after," Jisung agreed.

"We wouldn't want to give them the wrong idea, ya know?" Felix kissed the side of your mouth, winking at you.

"Next time, I want to be in your mouth," Jisung broke in, play-pouting as he breathed in the floral scent of your hair.

You hid a smile, just shrugging your shoulders carelessly. "Will you be able to last in my mouth, Ji?" You smirked as he frowned, pretending to be hurt as Felix chuckled lowly at your words.

But inside, you were grinning like a fool.

There would be a next time.

laska's note —

wow, this was SO long and i half apologize, half don't for that. i got a bit carried away hehe. this is a late happy birthday gift to jilix so wish our men a happy birthday!

part of the story was set up, so i gave you a marker for where the smut starts! this one shot is going to be a series, with lightning and rain getting their fun too! so definitely keep an eye out for that. please leave as many comments as you'd like, i love to read them! again tysm for your support on these, they're great fun for me! love you all <33

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