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[cosmicalily]

'...but two though?' an ot8 skz smau by @cosmicalily | telling skz you might be pregnant

"one of me is cute, but two though?" - 'juno' by sabrina carpenter

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[lovemni]

the way , i love you

[ 필릭스 ] ✷ ‎aftercare with your boyfriend !

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑖dol𝑏f!felix ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ g. domestic fluff , established relationship. 9OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ LIBRARY ⟢ cw. suggestive , kisses , close proximity , intimacy. ┆ 🖇️ ⋮ [ 6 / 8 ] drabble .ᐟ ֹ ₊

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the warm glow of the bedside lamp casts a soft, golden haze over the room, pooling in honeyed ribbons along the sheets, the walls, the tangled mess of limbs still recovering from the storm of passion moments ago. the air is thick with the scent of vanilla and faint traces of your boyfriend's cologne, mingling with the lingering warmth of skin against skin.

his breath is steady, deep—like the rolling tide pulling back from the shore—his chest rising and falling in tandem with yours as he holds you close, the quiet aftermath settling over both of you like the softest lullaby.

but his mind? oh, it’s a storm of worry.

"did i hurt you?"

he whispers, his deep, accented voice brushing against the shell of your ear, laced with genuine concern. his arms tighten around you just a little, as if anchoring you back to him. "tell me honestly, please. if i was too much, i—"

"you were perfect," you mumble, your voice drowsy, melting into his hold.

felix exhales, relieved, before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "good," he murmurs against your skin, lips warm and reverent.

"because i really, really like making you feel good. like, a lot. i think it’s my new favorite hobby."

a tired, breathy laugh escapes you. "it’s been your hobby for a year, lix."

"okay, but now i take it very seriously. like, professional level," he counters, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "might start a club. 'felix’s lovers of the year' club. but there’s only one spot available, and it’s exclusively for you."

you huff, burying your face against his collarbone. "that was terrible."

"yeah, but did it make you smile?" he peeks down at you, expectant, hopeful.

you try to fight it. you really do. but the way he’s looking at you—with that stupidly bright, gummy smile and those galaxy-swirled brown eyes—makes it impossible.

"maybe," you admit, soft and quiet.

felix grins, victorious. "mission accomplished."

his fingers start trailing slow, absentminded patterns over your back, gentle and soothing. he’s always like this after—the perfect mix of soft and playful, as if making sure you know how much he loves you in every way possible.

then, suddenly—

"oh my god, you're so warm," he groans dramatically, shifting slightly. "like a human heater. i think i’m melting. i’m dying. this is the end for me. tell my members i love them."

you snort. "you’re the one clinging to me."

felix gasps, betrayed. "how dare you? i am protecting you. keeping you safe and loved and cozy. it's my duty as your incredibly hot and responsible boyfriend."

"incredibly hot and responsible?"

"yeah," he says, grinning as he nudges his nose against yours. "and sexy. don’t forget sexy."

you roll your eyes, but there’s no stopping the way your lips twitch. "you’re ridiculous."

"and yet, you love me."

"unfortunately."

felix lets out a loud, exaggerated gasp before launching a merciless attack of feather-light kisses all over your face. "take that back!" he demands between kisses. "take! it! back!"

you squirm, giggling. "lix—stop!"

"never," he declares dramatically, but his kisses slow, turning softer, lingering—one on your cheek, one on your nose, another ghosting over your lips before he finally presses a deep, warm kiss to your forehead.

silence stretches between you for a moment, comfortable and laced with something tender.

then, felix sighs, pulling back just enough to study you. "you’re really tired, hm?"

you nod sleepily, and his expression softens even more.

"stay here, i’ll clean you up," he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face with the utmost care. "i'll get you water, too. and snacks, in case you’re hungry. and a blanket, even though you’re already roasting me alive."

"felix, you don’t have to—"

"ah-ah-ah." he presses a finger against your lips. "let me spoil you, baby. just this once. or actually, every time. no takebacks."

you give him a sleepy, fond look, too tired to argue, and he grins before slipping out of bed. the room feels colder without him, but the sound of him humming softly as he pads around—his deep, velvety voice weaving through the space—is comforting.

a few moments later, he returns, armed with a warm towel, a glass of water, and a packet of biscuits.

he sets everything down carefully, then kneels beside you with a comically serious expression. "okay, love, time for your felix-certified aftercare package. step one, hydration." he hands you the water.

you take a slow sip, and he nods approvingly.

"step two, gentle clean-up." he dabs the warm towel against your skin, so careful, so attentive. his lips twitch into a playful smirk as he wipes your thigh. "damn, i really did a number on you, huh?"

you groan, swatting at him weakly. "shut up."

he cackles but finishes up with feather-light touches, pressing a kiss to your knee for good measure.

"step three, snacks, in case my lovely, adorable, stunning baby is hungry." he offers you the biscuits with an expectant look.

you take one, nibbling on it slowly. "thank you, muffin man." you laugh.

"anytime, only the best for my baby," he murmurs, before climbing back into bed and pulling you close again, this time wrapping you entirely in his warmth.

his lips graze your temple, soft as a whisper. "step four, cuddles. and kisses. and telling you how much i love you until you fall asleep."

you hum contentedly, feeling sleep tug at you. "sounds like the best step."

felix grins, stroking your hair gently. "mhm. now, for my final and most important job…" he leans in, lips just brushing your ear before whispering in the deepest voice he can muster:

"sleep well, pretty."

and just like that, wrapped in his warmth, surrounded by his love, you do.

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[secretneverland]

not so pure | lee felix

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only, MDNI

word count: 258

warnings: risk of getting caught, unprotected sex, minho is reader's brother

smut below line!

"shh, gotta keep quiet, sweetheart," felix mumbled against your shoulder, "don't want your brother to hear, do you?"

you shook your head, teeth biting down into your bottom lip roughly to suppress your moans.

he chuckled, moving his hips a little faster as he fucked you from behind.

you were pressed up against his bedroom door, your older brother, minho, just across the hall in his own room of the apartment the two boys shared.

"you're so fuckin' tight," he grunted, grip on your hips sure to leave bruises, but you didn't even care. you had been messing around with felix for a little while now and finally had an opportunity to feel him inside you. you weren't going to let anything ruin it.

not even your brother being across the hall with his bedroom door wide open.

"f- felix," you stuttered, jaw dropping open with a gasp as he pounded into you, your cheek pressed against the cherry wood of his door.

"thats right, baby. say my name."

he gripped your hair, pulling your head back, your lips meeting in a hot, messy kiss. you were practically drooling with the way his cock was abusing your cunt.

a phone rang and minho's voice soon rang out. "hey.... yeah, she's watching a movie with felix... worried about felix? not at all, he's not gonna make a move.... you know how pure and innocent he is," the man chuckled, passing right by the door where his little sister was getting her guts rearranged by his so-called pure best friend.

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Sinful Sunshine 

Idol!Felix X Fem!Reader

🍰 - suggestive, smutty

Author's note: Hello again My Angels! I am finally back from my disappearance from this app again to finally bring you the felix smut fic you all wanted! I genuinely did not have any inspiration for this because Felix is one of those members that I dont think ive ever thought about in the smutty sense, that's not saying I've never found him attractive though! I have decided to cast those feelings onto my writing in hopes something absolutely incredible is made for you guys! So without further ado, I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warnings: Suggestive, virgin!reader, corn with no plot!!!, marking - lots of hickeys, spit swapping, oral(f! rec.), brief cum eating, lots of tit play(felix is a tits man), reader is innocent minded, sweetheart!felix :3

Triggers: none, as far as I can think of! 

How you had gotten into this position was beyond your thought process. You couldn’t remember how it had all started really. The only thought on your mind was how good Felix's tongue felt on your pretty little pink pussy. How it swirled so slowly around your clit before just barely dipping into your little virgin hole. The hole you had every intention of letting him corrupt because he was the only man you trusted to take care of you. 

You felt his index and middle finger prod gently at your entrance before slowly pushing the two fingers in and curling them in your entrance evoking a sharp gasp from your lips. Your whine being covered up by his lips on yours. Eyes shutting  as you drink in the pleasure he was introducing you to. Arching your back when he refuses to escape the kiss to breathe and instead slips his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongue being pulled into his mouth caused the spit on your tongue to mix perfectly with his before being swallowed by the both of you when you pulled away from him. Eyes half lidded and staring deep into his while his fingers gently worked inside of you to prep you for what was to come. Pushing you back to lay down completely as his free hand slid up your body slowly to cup your breast and play with your nipple.

His whole body was playing with you now. One hand on your tit as his tongue worked the other nipple, his fingers buried deep enough in your pussy to have you seeing stars up in the sky, and his hips bucking against your thigh for a little bit of friction himself. He still had yet to be given any proper satisfaction, but he had specifically told you before that tonight was all about you.

It was crazy enough to him that he was being given the chance to take your virginity, he wouldnt take advantage of that by using you for his own selfish pleasure. He would take his time and make sure you felt like you were in Heaven. Floating high on cloud nine until he grounded you in the end. Which is what he was doing now that he felt you tense up in his grasp suddenly.

Felix took sight of tears in your eyes and the worry instantly set in that he had done something wrong. Pulling his fingers out as quickly but gently as he could and cupping your cheek as he cleaned his fingers from your essence with his mouth. 

“Angel..? What’s the matter? Have I hurt you..?”.

You shook your head as you watched him intensely, feeling yourself growing wetter by the minute just because of his actions. You had never seen someone so ethereal as him do something as lewd as lick your wetness from his fingers while asking if you were okay. Felix was such an Angel but he was doing something so downright dirty to you.

Feeling his pretty lips attach to your neck and begin to leave deep purple and pink marks along your neck and collarbones. Covering as many spots as he can to leave people know who you truly belonged to. The marks continued along between the valley of your breasts, all the way down to your thighs. Your body trembling from each brush of his lips down there.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed more, and the faint brushes were only teasing you further, slowly deteriorating your mind. Letting out a soft whine of his name which seemed to snap something inside of him. Within seconds his boxers were on the ground and your legs were being gently hoisted over his hips. His left hand comes down to brush his tip against your entrance. Looking at you with such a loving look to make sure you were okay.

When you gave him a shy nod of your head, he was slowly pushing his tip in until he couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed the rest in. The gasp that left your lips when he was fully sheathed inside had him letting out a groan from your walls gripping him. It was sucking him into you further, making him fall even more in love with you.

His hips slowly moved as he dragged his dick almost completely out before he was shoving himself back in. Wanting to take his time with you since this was your first time, but the desperation in your moans was too much for him and before he knew it he was setting into a steady quick pace. Your hands gripped at his shoulders with each thrust.

Body trembling underneath his as he sped up, bringing you the most earth-shattering you could ever experience in your life. His tip pressing against a spot inside of you that had your back arching off the bed and your toes curling. It only took a few more thrusts against that spot before you were crying out his name and white was clouding your gaze. The soft groan of your name that fell from his lips egged the pleasure on even more.

Felix didn’t last very long either,a few more quick thrusts of his hips had him pulling out quickly to gently spill his cum all over your thighs. The warmth making you shudder and open your eyes to look at him. The sight almost making you cum all over again, watching felix swirl the cum with yours before scooping some of it up to lick from his fingers. Giving you a soft angelic smile that had you thinking maybe you had died and really were in heaven.

Felix was Heaven, and you were his Guardian Angel. That was all there was to it.

Authors ending note; I’m gonna be so honest right now, Angels. I felt so awkward writing out the actual smut, like that part felt so weird to write because I’m still not used to it. 😭 However, I truly hope you all were able to somewhat enjoy this because I did go a ways out of my comfort zone to properly write what I thought you all would enjoy. Feel free to leave me critiques about it and tell me what you want next! Whether you want a part two with more plot, a different person, or eve something much more intense than this, I am always willing to write whatever you guys want! I will probably announce within the next week what my next piece will be and when it will be released! Let me know what you guys thought in the comments about this one! Until next time, My Lovely Angels 🫶

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bf texts w/ felix

ss: 7

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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[blossomwritesthings]

𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: just plain ol' smut

wc: 890

warnings: slight mention of public sex, somewhat drunken sex, both felix & reader are switches, fingering, eating out happens, reader is called a slut, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ya'll)

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you had lee felix right where you wanted him.

bare chest pressed down into the foam mattress underneath you,

small fingers pressing red circles into your knees,

mouth open and fit perfectly around your cunt,

a mix of saliva and your slick painted across his chin and jaw.

"you're such a good boy for me, lixie." you whispered in that gentle tone of yours that you knew drove him up a fucking wall. a good kind of wall, though.

the mix of fireball, rum, and bourbon he had downed earlier that night cast a crimson glow across his freckled cheeks. making his shock of blonde hair even brighter under the neon-orange led lights of the bedroom.

it wasn't either of your bedroom. no... it was some random one you guys had stumbled into during the party some thirty minutes earlier. felix had been invited to it by his long time friend jeongin. and of course, he had taken his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend as his plus-one.

"i... n-need..." felix mumbled out quietly, just as his tongue flicked across your clit before opening up your entrance again with its tip. he was practically begging you to do more. it was very cute, honestly.

the drinks you two had shared earlier during the party hadn't helped the situation. and neither had your short matcha-green mini dress. within twenty minutes of arriving in the smoky, bass-filled apartment, felix already had one hand up your skirt and another twirled between the locks at the nape of your neck.

"you're going to regret this later, baby," is all you had said in the moment. you guys had already downed your first few shots of vodka, sprawled across the living room's sectional couch. even at your foreboding words, felix didn't stop.

didn't stop when you stared down at him with a cocked eyebrow and dark eyes. didn't stop when you shifted your thighs and his hand slipped past your knees. didn't stop when his nimble digits found the line of your panties and pushed them aside by a minuscule amount.

"you must be mistaking me for another man that doesn't know of your evil ways, princess..." leaning into your presence, his warm breath fanned against the shell of your ear and sent shivers down your spine. fingers dipping into the folds of your pussy, his hand easily glided up your wetness. you were already squirming under his hold and it had only been two minutes. "'cause there's nothing in this world that I love more than getting to stretch your pussy across my fingers in front of everyone."

one of fingers slipped into your entrance, gliding up and subtly hitting that warm, gooey spot inside of you. he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could take things.

but with both of you being switches, two could play that game...

and within a minute, you were flashing him an innocent smile, gliding a palm up his tight black jeans before stopping just above his hips. squeezing lightly, the words fell from your lips in a lilting tone, "i don't know what you're talking about, babe... i'd never want anyone to see how good you fuck me..."

it was a suggestion and another test. you both knew in that moment that if he wanted to, he could - bend you over his knees and finger you real good in front of everyone. or, you guys could move things into the privacy of one of the nearby bedrooms.

and that's exactly what had happened after a long bout of teasing each other.

felix was subsequently drunk off a mix of your pussy and liquor, leaving a smattering of kisses across the insides of your thighs as he pulled his mouth away to survey his work. a wicked grin spread across his lips as he gripped onto your legs a little bit more to spread you apart. "fuck... look at how red and puffy you are- so pretty for me..." he muttered, before he was reaching forward and stuffing three fingers into you all at once.

at that, you let out a tiny squeak. hand shooting down between your legs, you grabbed ahold of his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. "my sweet boy... you need to wait 'til I tell you to stop using your mouth," but you could already feel the control seeping out of you, from the way he had your core growing hot and your eyes glazing over.

felix took ahold of your hand and held onto it instead, as he pumped his fingers up into you with a relentless pace. "nah- i'm done being bossed around by you for the night, slut..." he said, using the tone that indicated the roles were reversing again. "and frankly, all i wanna do right now is stick this cock of mine into your pretty pink hole."

the words left your mind and lips after that, as you silently watched felix line himself up to your entrance.

"have i ever told you how fucking hot you look with blonde hair?" you asked just as he began to pound into you, his shoulders flexing over you. you reached out, gripping onto his soft locks and pulling incrementally in time with his thrusts.

he let out a deep moan, "yeah, but i don't think telling me again would hurt all that much..."

and that's exactly what you did, as he set a hellish pace that rocked the both of you across the mattress. each move threatening to break the rickety wooden bed frame.

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🍥 — skz headcanons about what kind of art i think they would be

🍡 — a/n・ in honor of my recent release from school (prison) and also the conversation me and @sunnysdiary had at the trampoline park last night i bring you skz as forms of art we made an entire table for this...

art noun/ärt/ ¹ the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.

bangchan ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ collageing

i can totally see bangchan as being a collage, like the kind that you make from random shein stickers and dried flowers you find in the garden that makes the entire journal smell like a garden. the colleges would be so unique too like definitely a comforting, almost nostalgic ocean vibe made from scraped magazine cut-outs of waves and trees and waterfalls and mountains and quotes that make you feel at home. oh yeah, and there would definitely be at least one random silly picture you took with your friends back in highschool somewhere in the foreground. extra points if you're a bit drunk and in bikinis.

minho ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ crafting

minho would totally be random ass crafts like painting rocks or making cat keychains from old pieces of cloth. i definitely see him as the type of person to give you the crafts too yk like he’s the form of art where you watch a 5 minute youtube tutorial on—"how to make a pipe cleaner jellyfish"—and it turns into a hyperfixation for the next week and your house is full of pipecleaner jellyfish you don’t know what to do with when your new knitting-headphone-sprouts hyperfixation hits so you end up giving jellyfish to every person you meet. idk how to explain it, but yeah.  

changbin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ culinary

changbin...i was a little stuck on this one ngl...i went through a range or different art forms before i got caught between digital art and culinary arts. i eventually landed on culinary because you cannot look me dead in my eyes and tell me this man doesn't look like an entire (protein packed) 5 course meal!!!! he would be the cooking kind of culinary though, where they make a thick, juicy chicken breast and it's actually seasoned well. guys...am i delusional?

hyunjin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ oil & watercolor painting

hyunjin…is this even a question? hyunjin would be painting, but the kind of painting that wasn't planned and yet still turned out so incredibly stunning you're still impressed when flipping past it in your sketchbook. for whatever reason, i can't get the image of him being on stage as an oil based art piece with deep reds and like an olive green, but when he's with the boys he's more of a watercolor painting with pastels. i mean, look at the man, hwang hyunjin is the definition of ART.

felix ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ photography

felix would be photography, but where it’s a shot of somebody smoking underneath a streetlight and in the background it’s a sunset and her eyes tell an entire story in a single shot. i can't see him as like a badly taken shot that people do for funsies. the type of photography that fits him is the professional kind that people spend years to perfect. it’s so hard to describe, but Felix just totally gives that vibe, he’s so dynamic and there are so many shades and colors to his personality that, like good photography, the more time you spend with him the more you seem to unlock.

jisung ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ music

jisungs feels like what music sounds like. i don't know if that makes any sense, but he would be a lyrical paper, but also sound like a really, really hot electric guitar riff. OMG HE WOULD BE LIKE THE GUY YOU SEE ON TIKTOK. please tell me you know what i mean. he would totally be one of those videos where you can only see their veiny hands and they are covering the best part of "do you wanna know?" or he would be a song played on a specific kind of keyboard.

seungmin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ poetry/short stories

kim seungmin would 100% be a poem written by a very talented, very emotional 15 year old. i feel like it would be the kind of poem that would bring you to tears by the depth of its emotion, but it doesn't actually get recognition. i wouldn't put him in the poetry box though because i could see him as a nice short story as well. literature is the language of the silent and that feels so incredibly seungmin. he barely gets recognized (like more if not all good writers) but is so talented. he would be a story the author poured their entire heart, mind, and soul into, but still sits in an abandoned notebook on the top shelf.

jeongin ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pottery

why do i feel like jeongin would be pottery? i feel like pottery is such a beautiful and calming craft that you can spill out all of your creativity into, but it’s not too tedious. pottery also is criminally underrated and a total hidden gem. he would definitely be like a plain pot with those little hand holders (dykwim?) i don’t know why, but i can’t see him being like pottery where it’s decked out in paint. i just imagine him being more simple and it’s more of like a calming exercise where you’re only doing it for fun…with the occasional tiny painting of a studio ghibli character in the corner.

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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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First Love ~ Felix

A little Valentines day series ♡

You plop down onto the towel that is laid down in the sand under the umbrella, the shade it was providing making it feel ten degrees cooler than that of the space in the sun. The sand is soft and warm under your feet, your toes shifting the small grains as you wiggle them. The sun beats down hard and you tuck your feet in to bring them into the shade.

“Ugh, this is everything I’ve been wanting.” Your boyfriend says as he lays down next to you on his own towel, his hair splaying out behind his head. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and releases it out through his mouth, his face relaxing as he is completely at peace.

Watching him relax completely has a smile forming on your face. He has been running through life non-stop, he deals with so much and you’re just glad to be here with him when he can take a second to catch his breath.

He opens one of his eyes to peak over at you and a chuckle slips past his lips. “What?” his voice deep as he sits up, his long hair falling softly against his shoulders. In the bright daylight, even under the shade your umbrella provides, his freckles lay softly against his skin, like constellations in the daytime. He is a star himself, lighting up your life with his presence alone.

“Nothing.” you say sheepishly as you blush and look away from him. You could stare at him all day, make it your full time job really. But he doesn’t need to know that, though your staring has him curious.

“Hmm yeah sure.” he says sarcastically and moves so now he’s sitting in front of you, blocking out your view of the sand and ocean ahead of you. The crashing waves behind him are the only indication of their existence.

“What’s going through your head?” he asks, his voice soft, and sincere as he takes your hands in his.

“You’re always worrying about everyone else.” you say without much thought. Here you both are in a place he’s been dying to come to, and he is busy worrying if you’re okay. He’s perfect.

“Let me worry about you.” you say rubbing circles into his hands with your thumbs. His eyes flare for a heartbeat before they soften and he huffs out a laugh.

“I love you. You’re always trying to take care of me.” Your heart swells at his confession and you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face. Your smile so instant, wide and true has him laughing at your reaction.

“I love you too.” you say and bring his hands up to your lips to plant a soft kiss on the backs of his hands.

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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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anything for you | lee felix

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: smut - 18+ only MDNI, some fluff

word count: 1,311

warnings: unprotected sex, corruption kink, felix has a filthy mouth

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"are you sure you're ready, my love?" your boyfriend asked, eyes sparkling with concern as he hovered over your half naked body.

"yes, i'm.. i'm sure, felix. i want to do this with you," you responded, looking up at him adoringly.

felix and you had only been in a relationship for a few months, but he was an amazing boyfriend. he doted on you and took care of you and spoiled you silly. he would do whatever you wanted or needed him to – which was why you two hadn't slept together yet.

you were still a virgin and a little fearful about the initial experience and felix understood that, respecting your feelings and waiting until you were absolutely sure that it was what you wanted. even now as you laid beneath him in your underwear, he wanted to make sure that you were one hundred perfect positive that you were ready to have sex with him.

he bit at his lips, eyes taking in your exposed skin. "only if you're sure. and if you change your mind at any point, we can totally stop and wait until you decide that you wanna try—" you cut him off with a kiss.

"felix, baby, i am absolutely sure that i want to have sex with you. you're the only person i've ever trusted this much. you're the only person i could ever dream of doing this with."

his heart warmed and a soft smile stretched across his face. "okay, sweetheart. i'll be gentle with you, i promise." he softly kissed your lips, hand rubbing your thigh a bit to ease you into it all.

the two of you had made out plenty of times, occasionally feeling each other up, so his touch was nothing new or surprising; it was delicate yet purposeful. he slowly fingered you open, wanting to make the experience as smooth and painless as he could on his end.

once he thought you could take him, he pulled his fingers away and sucked them clean, humming at your taste. "are you ready, baby?" he asked, stroking himself.

you nodded, looking into his eyes. you had never been so ready for anything in your entire life. your bottom lip got pulled into your mouth as he slid his cock through your folds, getting himself slick with your arousal.

he then lined himself up, pushing only the tip in at first to see what your reaction was. you urged him to continue, wanting to get the initial stretch out of the way. felix slowly pushed in until he bottomed out, holding your hips and rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

"just gimme a few and i'll be good," you said, arms wrapping around his neck. he nodded, leaning down to kiss you and distract you from the sting of the stretch.

when the pain had dulled enough, you urged him to finally move. with the first thrust of his hips, he was already gone. "fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned, building up a slow rhythm. "can't believe i'm the one who gets to take your innocence away."

"i wouldn't have it any other way," you told him, fingers threaded through his soft blonde hair. "couldn't imagine anyone else being my first time."

that only pushed him further and he snapped his hips a little faster. "yeah? only i get to fuck this pussy open?"

you nodded, not used to hearing him speak in such a way. it was making you even wetter, pussy gushing around him.

"that drives me so fucking crazy, you know that?" he growled, mouthing at your neck. "i get to ruin you.. get to turn you into my little slut." his right hand grabbed your breast, fondling it and letting his thumb rub over your nipple.

arching into him, you let out a breath, not used to all of these things happening at once.

his head moved lower as he kissed your skin, lips finding their way to your chest to lick and suck at your nipples. the way you whimpered and squirmed beneath him with each movement made his cock throb inside of you.

"you're gonna be so fucking ruined when i'm done with you, baby," he grunted, palm sliding up under your knee to lift your leg. fucking into you at a deeper angle, he continued, "you're always gonna be thinking about how good my cock feels after this. you're gonna fuckin' crave it."

you were nearly drooling at this point.

your sweet boyfriend felix had never spoken such dirty, sinful words to you before and with each word he uttered, you just wanted it more and more. wanted him more and more.

"ngh.. f- felix," you moaned as his thumb began to circle at your clit. "please don't stop.. please..!"

"i couldn't stop if i tried, love. your pussy just keeps sucking me back in. it can't get enough," he hissed, hips slowing a bit as he focused on making sure you would cum. "you hear how wet she is for me? so fucking nasty how hungry she is for my cock."

you were beginning to see stars as the knot in your belly finally snapped and you hurdled over the edge. "oh, fuck fuck fuck!" you nearly screamed, fingernails digging into his bicep as you came.

felix's jaw fell open as he chased his own high, thrusts becoming quick and sloppy. he just couldn't hold back with the way your pussy was squeezing him so tight. knowing the two of you had already spoken about your birth control and you had explicitly given him your consent to cum inside of you, he stilled his hips and filled you up.

both of your chests heaved as you were trying to catch your breath. you knew this was only your first time having sex, but you had never cum so hard in your entire life. no silicone toy could compare to felix's cock and filthy mouth.

he leaned down, caging you in with his arms. "you alright, my love?" he asked, the sweet boyfriend you were used to returning.

you nodded as he brushed some of your hair off of your sweaty forehead. "i'm perfect, felix. that was perfect."

a smile stretched across his freckled face as he gave you a soft kiss on the mouth. "i love you so much. thank you for trusting me to be your first."

"i meant it when i said i couldn't imagine it being anyone else," you hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

heart warm, he gave you another kiss before slowly pulling out. felix got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water.

when he returned, he gently cleaned you up, careful as he did so because he knew you were still sensitive after everything. he pressed kisses to your inner thighs as he wiped his cum off of you, lips making their way up to your tummy, chest, and then back to your lips.

he slipped on his underwear and then helped you into a shirt of his. "you stay right there. i'll be back shortly," he said with a smile.

you nodded, knowing you wouldn't have tried going anywhere anyway. your legs felt like jelly, and you had no reason to do anything but wait for him to return. you laid there, replaying the events that had just happened in your head until he came back holding two mugs.

"i made some tea for us," he said, handing you the yellow mug that he kept at his place for you specifically.

"you're so sweet. thank you, felix," you said with a pout, giving him a kiss before blowing on your tea to cool it some before you took a drink.

felix kissed your temple as you snuggled up to his side. "anything for you, my love."

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

[ SMUT ]

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 🤍🤍🔜

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“Party 4 u (and you never came)”

Pairing : Felix x reader (College AU one-shot)

Genre : Angst / Bittersweet Melancholy / Unrequited love / Falling for your best friend

Inspired by “party 4 u” by Charli XCX.

Enjoy!

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Felix and you have been best friends for the longest time. He is the campus’s heartthrob; popular, kind to everyone, looks like an angel and is an angel. And you? You are more of like his partner-in-crime, his bestie, the one that just stays beside him but never in the limelight.

You already knew, deep down at the bottom of your heart, that Felix never would see you in that way.

As much as it ached and how it gnawed at you to shed silent tears on your pillow every night, you were.. content. But sometimes, you hope. You really hope things could have been different.

One day, you threw a party for him. Your long-awaited birthday party.

You were not the type to even go to parties, let alone throw one. But you thought, if you did it, Felix would.. see you.

The invitation said it was just a little something; a casual and low-pressure, mostly mutual friends and too many strangers, because you were not brave enough to admit the truth. That this party… was only ever for one person.

Felix is the kind of person who exists like the gravity of a dying star; he pulls, and you fall. Hard. Messy. But quiet. It was a thousand contradictions exploding in the silence between your glances and his half-smiles.

You know his favorite drink. You made sure it’s there.

You queued the songs he'd casually said he liked once in a passing conversation six months ago.

You picked a dress you imagine he’d like.

You fixed your hair like that girl from the music video he sent you at 3 AM once.

Yep, you do too much.

And it’s so painfully obvious you’re doing it for him.

But nobody says it. Nobody ever says it.

Not even you.

⸻

The night started slow.

You kept looking at the door. Everyone else showed up. The noise grew, the lights dimmed, laughter floated—empty and disorienting, like balloons on strings about to pop.

You kept sipping your drink. You kept on glancing at your phone.

8:32 PM. You were still hopeful.

9:07 PM. You told yourself it was probably traffic.

10:11 PM. You started to feel it—like acid in your gut; the bubbling shame.

He was not coming.

But the thing is, you already knew.

Part of you always knew.

And now you kept partying on that knowing like it’s your punishment.

Cause you knew it couldn’t be helped.

⸻

You stood in the middle of the room with glassy eyes, laughter echoing in your ears like static. People danced around you. Talked over you.

They didn’t see you. You didn’t see them.

All you saw was the version of this night that existed in your head :

Felix walking through the door, smile pulling wide and warm just for you.

His eyes meeting yours from across the room.

His voice in your ear, saying, “You look beautiful tonight.”

But none of that happened.

It never was going to happen.

Because you were always the one who remembered too much. Felt too hard. Dreamed too far. You were hoping for something, anything, to make this aching devotion feel less humiliating. And he was like this unreachable shining star that flew farther away the more you tried to approach.

Your phone then buzzed. Finally. You grabbed it like it’s a lifeline.

Felix : sorry i couldn’t make it tonight. something came up :(

Your heart dropped like a champagne glass cracking against marble.

He didn’t say he missed you.

He didn’t ask how it went.

But, should he tho?

You : it’s ok. no worries :)

It definitely was not okay. And you were lying. And he would never know.

⸻

You found yourself in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub, mascara bleeding into your waterline, lip gloss smudged from biting back the truth, and cheeks cold with drying tears, dress hunched awkwardly beneath you. You looked like art that has been rained on—ruined and poetic, the kind of beauty no one noticed until it was gone.

And you finally, truly understood :

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back isn’t just painful.

It’s embarrassing.

And somehow, that hurt you even more.

Part of you knew. And now…You partied on.

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