#stray kids felix x reader

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Silly lil boyfriend texts with Felix💕

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Princess Treatment

Lee Felix x fem! reader. 9th member.

(Some of the members have shorter parts, and some are longer. Either way, I've been at this all night. I'm tired. Enjoy.)

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Summary: As one of the youngest members of the group, you get the Princess Treatment.

You were one of the youngest in the group. You and Jeongin were, funnily enough, born on the same day. You weren’t related. But somehow Chan had managed to have two sets of ‘twins’ in the group. The ‘Sunshine Twins’ are Han and Felix. They were only a day apart in age. Then you and I.N., who stay had dubbed the ‘Royal Twins’. You and Innie weren’t sure who was actually older between the two of you, so you took it in turns. Sometimes I.N. played the older brother card, and sometimes you played the older sister card. Either way, the two of you were basically attached at the hip.

Everyone knew you got the Princess Treatment. Hell, you even had a song that 3Racha wrote for you called ‘Princess Treatment’. The song was sung by you, I.N., Chan and Leeknow. Chan and Leeknow where in the song because they acted a lot like parents to you. You enjoyed it. Daddy Chan and Mama Leeknow. I.N. was in the song just like how you are in ‘Maknae on Top’. Of course, you had the other boys in your music video, but they didn’t sing. It was rare for the guys to say no to you, whether it be your ‘parents’, Chan and Minho. Or your boyfriend, Felix. 

—-------

Everyone knows you’re Chan’s Baby. Ever since Chan first met you, he had babied you. It was something you enjoyed. Chan would give you the world if you asked for it. He protected you and took care of you. 

You made your way to the studio. You knew right now that 3Racha were currently recording Han’s part for one of the songs. You looked up at the door and knocked on it. You then opened the door and stepped inside. 

“Hello.” You spoke with a sweet smile.

Chan and Binnie turned to look at you, both smiling and waving at you. “Hi, baby.” They said to you.

You walked over to the two. “Can I sit?” You asked as you tapped Chan’s thigh.

Chan nodded and turned his chair to face you. You happily climbed onto his lap and curled up. This was nothing new. You just did this sometimes, and it was for different reasons. Sometimes, because you just wanted to be close to Chan. Sometimes it was because you were sad or tired. Sometimes you did it so you could help out with producing. Over the years, 3Racha has been showing you how to be a producer. 

“Are you okay?” Chan asked as he stroked your hair gently. 

“I’m okay.” You told him as you played with your locket. It was a gift that Felix had gotten you for your birthday a few years ago. It was rare for you not to wear it. 

Chan pulled out his phone and placed it in your hands. “I thought you were hanging out with Felix.” 

Changbin nodded in agreement, remembering how the two of you had been discussing plans for the day.

“We’re hanging out later. Lixie, Jinnie and Min are currently cleaning up the choreography together, so I don’t want to disturb them right now. Besides, once Lixie, Innie, Minnie and I have done our lines. The four of us are going to get dinner together and then we’re gonna go find something fun to do.” It was a plan the four of you had made together the night before. I.N. had spent the night in the dorm you shared with Seungmin and Felix. It was common for the four of you and Han to have what you liked to call the Makne sleepovers. You also had sleepovers with the other guys.

Chan nodded his head as he let you snuggle close to him. You looked at his phone and began playing some random game on it. As you played, Changbin and Chan continued to work. Han continued to record his verses. Eventually, though, you ended up falling fast asleep on Chan’s lap. Only being woken up later when it was your turn to record your lines.

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Minho has always had a soft spot for you. Ever since you both met, he had taken you under his wing. You were his baby. Whilst Chan was like a father to you. Minho was like a mother. The two of you just clicked. Much like the others, Minho found it hard to say no to you. 

You found Minho in the kitchen. Everyone was hanging out in one of the dorms. Minho was preparing to cook for everyone. Chan was planning to help, but he wouldn’t be home for another few minutes as he had nipped out to grab something from the store. 

Technically, you were meant to be hanging out with the others. But instead, you found yourself wandering into the kitchen. 

“Min. Can I help? Please?” You asked him hopefully, causing the male to turn and look at you. His eyes were soft.

“Of course, you can, sweetheart. Put on an apron and wash your hands.” 

You let out an excited squeal and put on your favourite apron. It was pink and pretty. It had two pockets in the shape of hearts. You walked over to the sink to wash your hands. As you did this, Minho stepped behind you to tie your apron into the perfect bow.

“Thank you, Mama.” You kissed his cheek and dried your hands.

He simply chuckled and led you to where everything was set you. “Alright. The meat is already cooking. We'll watch it until Chan gets here. How about you chop the veg for me? Just please be careful of your fingers.”

You nodded excitedly. “I'll be careful. I promise.” You loved cooking with Minho. You saw it as a good bonding moment. He enjoyed teaching you and getting to spend some quality time with you. Whether it be one-on-one or with others, there too.

You enjoyed getting to bake with Felix just as much. For you, cooking equals bonding time.

“How was your date yesterday, Baby?” He asked you curiously. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw the happy grin on your face.

“It was perfect. Lixie and I went to the arcade. We played some games and he won me a few adorable teddy bears. And we got some really cute pictures together.” The excitement was clear in your voice. It had been a really nice day.

“Then we finished the day with a bubble bath, ate brownies and ice cream. Then we cuddled in bed and slept.” You told him as you carefully chopped the vegetables.

Minho nodded his head as he listened to you speak. He was glad that you and Felix had been able to find time for a date night. Especially one outside of the dorms. 

“Did you both eat properly?” He asked you curiously as he walked over to you, to check how you were doing with the veg.

“Yeah. We ate with Seungmin before we had our bath. Seungmin said it was what extras you made for us while we were out. So thank you for that.” You turned around and hugged him tightly. 

Minho wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head. “You're welcome, baby.” He pulled away. He enjoyed taking care of you.

The two of you continued to cook. Whenever it looked like you were struggling or were unsure of anything, Minho stepped in to either show you what to do or just do it for you. However, two turned to three when Chan joined you both to do his part. Every time one of them needed someone to check the food, they would turn to you with a fork or a spoon and feed you. You always gave your honest opinion. It was nice. The three of you are working in sync. Minho was in charge while in the kitchen. But the three of you worked so well.

Felix got a picture of the three of you. He sent it to the group chat. You made the photo part of your changing lock screen, and it was posted on your private Instagram. 

The picture was also posted publicly by one of the guys. The caption read ‘Dad, Mum and their baby girl cooking together. Real family bonding moment.’ 

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Changbin was planning to order lunch for everyone. Everyone was sitting in the usual dance practice room. Well, everyone except for you and I.N. Seungmin had texted you both about Changbin getting ready to order.

I.N. turned to look at you. “What are you feeling?” He asked you curiously. 

“Fried chicken.” You told him with a shrug as the two of you walked to the practice room. 

“So does Seungmin. If the three of us team up, we’ll get what we want.” Innie spoke with a grin on his face. The two of you walked down the hallway with your pinkie fingers linked. 

You walked to the practice room. “Plus, I’m sure we can get Felix to side with us, too. No way can all our Hyungs say no to all four of us.” You placed a hand on the door handle and opened the door. 

You and Innie stepped into the room, and everyone turned to look at you both. Smiles on their faces. “Hi.” You spoke softly and sweetly, waving to the boys.

You looked at I.N., and the two of you noticed Seungmin was sitting with Felix on the couch. So the two of you walked over to the duo. 

“Hi, my Sunshine.” You said to Felix as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He grinned up at you.

“Hello, Sunflower.” The two of you shared a sweet kiss. You pulled away and then draped yourself over the three males. Your head lands on Felix’s lap. His hands immediately came to play with your hair. 

Seungmin let out a whine but did nothing to move you. 

Changbin looked over at the four of you. “Alright, I’m ordering food. Any requests?” 

Han piped up with his suggestion of sushi.

Chan suggested Pizza. 

I.N. tapped your ankle, causing you to look at him. The two of you shared a look before you looked over at Changbin.

“Binnie.” You spoke, your voice was so soft and sweet. 

The male looked at you again. “Yes, sweetheart?” He asked curiously, his voice was much softer now he was talking to you. 

“Could we please get fried chicken? Pretty please? I’ve been craving it all day.” You asked him, your voice full of hope. 

Innie quickly piped up. “Fried chicken sounds so good right now, good idea, Princess.” He said with a grin on his face. He rubbed your ankle lightly. 

Seungmin lifted a hand. “I’d like fried chicken as well.”

The three of you looked at Felix. Felix looked between the three of you before his eyes landed on you. He smiled at you. 

“I’d like chicken as well, please.” Hearing his words, you let out a squeal and hugged him. 

The four of you turned to look at Changbin. All four were looking at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please, Binnie? Please, can we get chicken? Please, Binnie Boo?” You asked, putting your hands together in a pleading motion. 

Changbin let out a sigh but nodded his head. “You’re lucky I don’t know how to say no to you.” He walked over to the couch and handed you his phone. “Get whatever you want.”

You leant up and kissed Changbin’s cheek. “Thank you, Binnie. I love you.”

Binnie chucked and walked back to his place on the floor. The rest of the group watched as you sat up. Felix’s arm went around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. Seungmin was on your other side, looking at the phone as well. I.N. leant over Seungmin a little to also look at the phone. The four of you all discussing exactly what you wanted. 

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Hyunjin burst into your and Felix’s room with Felix right behind him. Both of them had bags in their arms. You were sitting at your desk, writing up some lyrics. Your plushies of Bbokari and your SKZoo, which was a swan, sitting together on the corner of your desk. 

You turned to look at the two in surprise. “Um, hi?” You asked the two as you watched them dump the bags on the bed. Felix walked over to you, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Hi, my sunflower.” He said and kissed you softly.

You happily kissed him back, matching his softness. You then pulled away. “Hi, my sunshine.” 

Hyunjin let out a whine. “Don’t I get a kiss?” He pouted as he looked at the two of you.

You and Felix shared a look. “Hmm. Sure!” You hopped up and practically threw yourself into Hyunjin’s arms, causing him to let out a loud, dramatic screech. Hyunjin fell back onto the bed. 

Felix came to join you both as the two of you peppered Hyunjin’s face with kisses. Felix pulled away and laughed as he sat down on the bed.

“Alright. Have a look at what we got you.” The blonde said as he picked up the first bag.

You raised an eyebrow at him before sitting up on Hyunjin’s lap. Hyunjin carefully sat up after you, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to stop you from falling. 

Felix handed you the first bag. 

“I thought you two went out for paint and a new game for your switch?” You asked them as you opened the bag.

“We did.” Hyunjin nodded. “We may have gotten distracted.”

You pulled out a pink dress from the bag. It was the exact same dress you had been thinking about getting for about a month now. “Oh, Lixie.” You got off of Hyunjin’s lap and held the dress up. 

Felix sat down next to Hyunjin and smiled at you. The dress was perfect. Your exact size and the perfect shade of pink. 

“We also got it in red. Oh, and in blue.” Hyunjin commented as he wrapped an arm around Felix’s shoulders.

You let out a squeal and bounced on the spot. “I love you guys so much.” You placed the dress on your chair before walking over to the two. You cupped Felix’s cheeks in your hands and pressed a soft yet passionate kiss to his lips.

Your lips moved in sync for a moment before you both pulled away. “Thank you, Angel.” You spoke sweetly, the excitement still in your voice. 

“You’re welcome, Princess.” He took your hands in his and kissed your right hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

Your cheeks began to heat up at his actions. Felix never failed at making your heart swoon for him. 

You blinked and turned to Hyunjin. “Thank you, Jinnie.” 

“You're welcome, my pretty muse.” He opened his arms, letting you hug him. As the two of you hugged, Felix reached for a smaller bag.

You pulled away from Hyunjin and turned to face Felix. You happily took the bag and opened it. Inside was a small box, so you took it out. You looked at Felix before opening the box to see a pretty ring inside. 

“Wow.” You whispered. Oh, it was so pretty. 

Felix pulled you close to him and took the box. He took out the ring and gave the box to Hyunjin to hold. Felix took your right hand in his and slipped the ring on your ring finger.

He then showed you his right hand. There, on the exact same finger, was the exact same ring. 

“We're all matching now,” Hyunjin spoke up from his spot, showing you his matching ring.

You let out a squeal of excitement. “Ahh! This is soo cool. The ring is so pretty. Thank you both so much. I love it, and I love that now we can all match.” 

Felix let out a laugh and shook his head. A happy grin on his face. “I knew you would. Now, let's open the rest of your presents.”

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It was the middle of the concert, and everyone was having so much fun. It was fun standing in front of the crowd, waving your arms and watching them copy you. It was amazing hearing them singing your songs back to you.

You'd run around the stage with the boys. Leeknow had slapped your ass a few times already. You had gone to Chan for protection only for him to pick you up and offer your ass to Leeknow to smack to his heart's content. I.N. was the one to save you in the end.

You now had to step up onto one of the platforms. It was tall, and whilst the boys could just step up, you sometimes struggled. But the guys had you covered.

You watched Seungmin step onto the platform. He then turned to face you as Han knelt on one knee. Seungmin offered you his hand. You turned to Han.

“Are you sure?” You asked, slightly worried, as you didn't want to hurt him by literally stepping on him.

Han waved you off. “Go ahead, Princess. It's fine.” 

So you stepped forward and stepped on Han's thigh. Seungmin grabbed your hand and helped pull you onto the platform. 

“Thank you.” You said sincerely as Han stepped onto the platform. You then turned to watch Chan giving Felix a hand up onto the platform due to his back. 

“Our Sunflower and our Sunshine, always getting the royal treatment. We spoil you too much.”

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Felix was already home when you got back. You and Innie had just been with Minho. He had offered to help you both with a section of the dance you were stuck on. He had been patient with the two of you, and the three of you ate together before coming home. 

Felix immediately went to you when you walked into the dorm. “Hi, baby.” He said as he hugged you close to him. Your body instantly relaxed against him as you hugged him back. Your own ‘hello��� being muffled. You let out a loud giggle as he kissed the spot where your neck and shoulder met. 

Felix pulled away to look you over. “You look tired, baby.” 

You nodded your head. “I am.” You pouted. 

Felix took your hand in his and led you to the bathroom. When he opened the door, there was a bubble bath waiting for you. You could smell that he had used your favourite bubble bath. There was a bath tray that had your favourite hot chocolate. There were also some of Felix’s brownies on a plate.

You turned to face the blonde. “I love you.” You were tearing up a little from happiness, of course.

Felix shook his head. “No, no. Don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry. Then Seungmin will find us crying in the bathroom, take a video and then cry with us.”

You blinked your tears away. “You’re the sweetest. Thank you so much, Lixie.” You kissed his cheek.

“You’re welcome. Anything for you. You do the same thing for me. Now, get into the bath. I’ll grab your pyjamas and then I’ll sit with you.” With that, Felix left the room, closing the door behind him. 

You stripped out of your clothes and got into the bath. The aches in your muscles seemed to relax. The bath was the perfect temperature. You scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them at Felix as he walked back into the room. 

He let out a laugh as he placed your pyjamas on the counter. He walked over to the bath and sat on the floor, so he was close.

“You’re not getting in?” You asked curiously.

Felix shook his head. “No. I took one earlier. But next time, I promise I’ll join you.” He told you with a smile on his face. You placed one hand out of the bath, and Felix instantly held your hand. 

The two of you stayed in the bathroom until the bath got cold. Felix washed your hair. The two of you spent the entire time talking about whatever came to mind. Things like your favourite things about each other, and how your day has been. You spoke about the other members and how much you both adored them. You talked about doing another duet. You had already done one a few albums ago. The song had been called True Love. So you were both tossing around ideas for a possible follow-up to the song.

Once your bath was done, the brownies had long been eaten, and the hot chocolate had been finished. Felix helped you out of the bath. You dried up and got changed. You both brushed your teeth and did any skin care you may have needed or wanted to do. But either way, you both found your way in your shared bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Sleeping peacefully. 

—-------

Seungmin looked your way as you all walked. You were filming a SZK Code episode. You were in your own little world, giggling with Felix about something Han had said. Seungmin’s eyes went right to your shoe, seeing that your shoelace was untied. 

Now, you weren’t always clumsy. But you did have your moments. So when you were walking, laughing hard and not paying attention to what was right in front of you, you fell. However, before you hit the ground, Seungmin had managed to grab you, stopping you from falling. 

You blinked as you felt Felix grab your hand. “Thanks, Minnie.” You said with a shocked smile. 

“Are you okay, beautiful?” Felix asked you, clearly worried about you. 

You nodded your head. “Yeah. I’m okay.” You confirmed. 

Seungmin knelt down and tied your shoelaces for you. He tapped your ankle. “Be careful next time. You could have gotten hurt, silly clutz.” He grinned up at you.

You smiled and ruffled his hair. “Thank you, Puppy. I’ll keep that in mind.”

—-------

Jeongin opened the door, letting you into the dorm first. The two of you walked to the couch and sat down, letting out a small huff of air. You had just gotten back from your monthly ‘twin date’. It was a day that you and I.N. spent together. It was always the same day every month. It was a day dedicated to just the two of you. To get away from everyone and everything. You always took it in turns when it came to deciding what you wanted to do. Innie had decided on Karaoke this time. 

“I need something to drink.” You moved to stand up, put Innie gently pushed you back down. 

“I’ll get it.” You watched him disappear into the kitchen. You shrugged and turned on the TV. You scrolled through Netflix before landing on what you wanted to watch. 

I.N. reappeared holding two cups. He handed you your cup and sat beside you. “What are we watching?” He asked curiously.  He let out a small hum as you told him. 

The two of you sat there, happily drinking your drinks, giggling at funny parts of the movie. You were both already planning your next outing. However, around an hour later, you and I.N. were both fast asleep. Innie was snuggled up to the couch, and you were snuggled up to Innie’s side. 

Chan found you both when he came home. He placed a blanket over you both. He kissed your foreheads and whispered a soft ‘goodnight, sweet dreams’. Before he made his way to his room, ready to get some sleep himself.

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gaming with felix while he’s away <3

a/n: i started writing and this is what came out - hope you like it!

felix who buys you a switch before leaving for tour to play co-op games with him

felix who gets his ass kicked at smash bros, but refuses to give up, claiming he “just needs to learn your fighting pattern”

you start to see him online practicing when you know he’s about to go on stage

felix who screams so loud your speaker cuts out for a second the first time he wins against you

felix who gets told by seungmin to shut the fuck up because it’s 2 am and they have an early morning

felix who improves but sometimes might let you win, only because he loves seeing you happy when he can’t be by your side

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Can I request a yandere!straykids reaction when their s/o says "you're mine" to them. The S/O's words have a loving and gentle tone rather than possessive, the words are an affirmation that the S/O trusts the yandere!straykids and that they have a strong bond. Will yandere!straykids become more clingy, protective and obsessive, or will they give more freedom when they see that their s/o loves them and wants to spend their life with them?

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When you finally fall into his trap and start saying sweet things to Yandere!skz.

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Chan

“You’re mine, Channie. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” Your voice was soft, trembling with vulnerability, as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. The warmth of your back hug caught Chan off guard, halting his breath for a few seconds. For that brief moment, he froze his heart skipping a beat not from fear, but from the overwhelming wave of emotion that surged through him. Then slowly, he turned around, his arms immediately pulling you into a tight embrace. It was instinctive, intense, and entirely sincere. His smirk, laced with something both amused and dangerously satisfied, curved onto his lips but he made sure to hide it. He pressed your face gently into his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat while he concealed the expression he wore like a secret. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice husky, deep with emotion and something more primal. “I’m yours.” The words were simple, but the meaning behind them ran deep much deeper than you likely realized. In his eyes, it was a vow. A declaration. A binding promise. He didn’t just belong to you; you belonged to him just as much, maybe even more. “No one’s going to tear us apart,” he added, his tone darkening just slightly, not with fear, but with unwavering certainty.

“And I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” That was all it took to ignite something inside him—a powerful, undeniable certainty that everything he had ever dreamed of was finally unfolding before him. To be yours completely, and to have you entirely his that was his ultimate desire. His greatest fantasy wasn’t of romance in the conventional sense. It was about belonging. About ownership. About that unbreakable connection that no one could intrude upon. And now, in this quiet yet charged moment, that fantasy was becoming reality. A warm, consuming feeling spread across his chest like wildfire. It wasn’t just love it was something deeper, more intense. Possessiveness. Obsession. Devotion. All of it tangled into one overwhelming emotion that consumed him from within. But he didn’t mind. He welcomed it. Because you were his. Totally his. And even better—you didn’t realize just how deep he had drawn you in. You were falling, willingly, into the world he had created just for the two of you. That blind trust in your eyes only made him cling tighter, hold longer, breathe you in like a drug. He didn’t need to control himself anymore. He had what he wanted. He had you. And in his mind, there was no greater victory. No sweeter feeling. So he held you close, lips brushing the top of your head, hiding the smirk that only grew wider with each second you stayed in his arms. You were his entire world and now, finally, he had become yours too.

Minho

“Of course you’re mine, remember?” you said with a light laugh, your voice playfully teasing as you watched Minho moving around the kitchen. There was something undeniably charming about the way he cooked just for you focused, calm, and effortlessly graceful. Your giggles echoed softly through the space, breaking the quiet rhythm of his movements. But then, something changed. The moment your words reached him, his hand froze mid-motion, the knife pausing above the cutting board. He didn’t say anything right away. Slowly, almost deliberately, Minho set the knife down, the clink of metal against wood echoing in the silence. Then, without a word, he started walking toward you. You blinked in surprise, still sitting at the table, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t rush, but there was intensity in his steps. He reached the table and placed one hand on its surface, leaning forward until his face hovered close to yours, even though the table still stood between you. His gaze was locked onto you sharp, unwavering, and filled with something deeper than amusement. “Right,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I’m always yours.” There was a weight to his words, a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes never left yours, as if he were trying to memorize your expression at that exact moment.

“That’s such a sweet thing to hear from you, darling,” he murmured, his tone growing heavier with every word. It was more than just happiness. It was something deeper, something more profound. He wasn’t just touched by your words he was moved by them, as if they confirmed everything he had always believed. You were his. From the very beginning, whether you had known it or not, you had always belonged to him. He had claimed you with every glance, every subtle action, every moment spent in your presence. And now, hearing those words from your lips it felt like a silent victory. He had played the long game, gentle and patient, and now he had finally won. Minho’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with such tenderness that it made your breath hitch. His touch was warm, almost reverent, but there was something possessive hidden beneath the softness. “And I’ll always be yours,” he whispered, his thumb lingering on your skin. “I’ll never let you go.” It wasn’t just a statement it felt like a vow. Or maybe it was a promise he made to himself long ago, now spoken aloud. In that moment, there was no denying it: you were his entire world. And he was ready to do whatever it took to keep it that way. The kitchen fell quiet again, but the silence was no longer empty. It was filled with something powerful and unspoken an understanding that neither of you needed to voice. Because now, you both knew exactly where you stood with each other. Forever.

Changbin

“What are you looking at? I’m right here, Binnie. You should be looking at me and only me,” you teased playfully, leaning over to sneak a glance at his phone screen. Your tone was light, your smile mischievous, but your words struck something deep within Changbin. He froze for a moment, caught off guard. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp intensity that hadn’t been there just seconds before. “You’re right,” he said, voice low but firm. “You’re right here… and you’re mine. Only mine.” He didn’t even realize it at first, but his fingers had tightened around his phone gripping it so hard that the edges of the device dug into his skin. It wasn’t anger that made him hold it like that. It was something warmer, yet far more consuming. A rush of emotions swirled inside him affection, longing, and something darker, something more possessive. You were right there in front of him, laughing like you always did, unaware of just how deeply you were already embedded in his heart.

Without a second thought, Changbin set the phone down and reached out, his hand cradling your cheek with a gentleness that contrasted with the storm inside him. His thumb brushed softly across your skin as he studied your face with such focus it made you blink. “I think…” he started, pausing as if carefully choosing his words, “I think I need to give you more of my attention. All of it, actually. I should be loving you all the time.” His voice was quiet, almost as if he wasn’t saying it to you, but swearing it to himself. A silent vow that, from this point on, nothing else would come before you. He didn’t know if it was a good thing for you or for him but he was certain about one thing: he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. To him, the world had narrowed down to a single point you. And in this world he was building, this space made just for the two of you, there would be no distance, no silence, no one else. Just you and Changbin. Always. His gaze told you what he didn’t say aloud: from now on, he would be everywhere. In your view, in your thoughts, in every quiet moment. His presence wouldn’t fade when you walked away; it would follow, lingering like a shadow, always watching, always close. There would be no more freedom in the way you once knew it because loving Changbin came with the price of being loved intensely in return. And in his love, there was no room for anyone else. Just you. Just him. Forever.

Hyunjin

The moment the words leave your lips soft and sincere telling Hyunjin that he’s yours, everything about him changes. His eyes light up like stars, his heart soars, and it’s as if the whole world suddenly makes sense to him. Just hearing that you claim him, that he belongs to you, sends him over the moon. Without even realizing it, he tightens his hold on your hand, squeezing it gently but firmly as you walk side by side. That small action speaks volumes how deeply he cares, how safe he feels with you, and how much it means to him to be yours. There’s something beautiful in how he holds on, like you’re his anchor and his sanctuary all at once. With those few simple words, you’ve earned something rare from Hyunjin: his complete trust. And that trust gives you a little more space, a bit more freedom, even if he still follows you around like a devoted puppy. He can’t help it he’s head over heels for you, completely and utterly enchanted by everything you do. The way you smile, the sound of your voice, even your quiet moments he wants to be part of it all. He’s not overbearing, but his presence is constant. He just needs to be near you.

Not to control you, but because he simply feels better when you’re close. He’s the kind of person who finds peace in your nearness, who feels at ease knowing you’re safe by his side. That’s why, even if you express a desire to go out or spend time away from him, he’ll nod and agree so long as he can be with you. To Hyunjin, being yours isn’t just a label. It’s a feeling that consumes him, fills him with warmth, and makes everything seem brighter. He doesn’t need grand declarations or dramatic displays; just knowing he’s yours is more than enough to make him feel complete. And though he gives you the room to breathe and move freely, he’s always nearby watching, waiting, loving. He’s the kind of person who won’t demand all of your time, but will treasure every second you willingly give. And if you reach for him, even just a glance or a touch, he’ll be there smiling, blushing, and ready to follow you anywhere. Hyunjin’s love is soft but steadfast. It's full of tenderness and quiet devotion. He’ll walk beside you, hold your hand a little tighter when you're unsure, and smile like he’s the luckiest person alive just because you looked his way. And now that you’ve told him he’s yours, there’s no going back. Because from this moment forward, Hyunjin is yours completely and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[fenya-scribbles]

Sure

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: You have a boyfriend, but Felix loves you so much better.

Genre: angst, smut

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected piv (don't be stupid), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), heartbreak, cheating

Word Count:  1,190

A/N: Two in one day? Blame @rayzyart :3 Highly inspired by this song

“Turn it off”, Felix said, voice velvet smooth in the quiet of his room. The party outside was still in full swing, but the two of you had escaped to his bedroom - for good reason. You were still a bit nervous that someone had seen you disappear with him. But if so, that would be a problem for later. For now the problem was in the palm of your hand. Your phone, lit up by an incoming call from “Babe ♥” - your boyfriend. You looked from the screen to Felix, whose lap you were currently straddling, sitting on his bed, lips still kiss swollen. 

You looked down at your phone again. Part of you wanted to pick up. But Felix wouldn’t let you. He snatched it from your hand, declining the call and turning it off. “He doesn’t need to know”, Felix said, throwing your phone onto his nightstand, “you’re mine tonight.” And then his lips were on yours again, sweet like honey, warm like summer nights, a silent promise of all that he would be able to give. Felix’ lips travelled down your neck as his hands slipped underneath your shirt. “Wish I could mark you”, he groaned against your skin, leaving a hot trail of kisses and almost-hickeys. 

Being in his arms was heaven. He was so attentive, so gentle, so deliberate with his touches. He made love to you like you were something precious, something to be enjoyed and worshipped. There was a reason you always came back to him, no matter the man waiting for you at home. But it weren’t your boyfriend’s hands taking your bra off now, not his lips worshipping your breasts, not his hot, needy erection pressing against your soaked panties. It was Felix. The man you told your boyfriend not to worry about. 

And Felix knew what he was doing, he knew how to claim you, how to make your boyfriend disappear from your mind. When he laid you down on his mattress, handling you with such care, as if you were made of glass. When he took off your clothes slowly, one by one, sending shivers down your spine with every careful touch. When he pressed hot kisses on your skin until his head was buried between your legs, tasting you like you were his favourite dessert. When he moaned against your core, deep and unforgiving, as if he was being the one pleasured, greedy tongue gliding over your clit. 

You were soon reduced to a panting, shaking, helpless mess beneath him, moaning his name, begging him for more, legs only held apart by his strong grip. “Ahh…Lixie please…”, you gasped, fingers tangled in his pretty blonde hair, the party outside already forgotten - just like your boyfriend. “More…need more…please.” And he obeyed, giving you one finger, then two, working you open, all while he was still eating you like a man starved. He was relentless in his movements, precise with every thrust of his fingers, deadly with every flick of his tongue. “Let go for me, sunshine”, he hummed against your dripping cunt, and it was all it took for you to fall apart. 

Felix helped you ride out your high, but he did not give you time to catch your breath. In fact, he gave you exactly the time it took him to take off his clothes, before pushing his rock hard length into you. “Fuck, princess”, he groaned, “so tight…always so fucking tight for me.” He pushed in slowly, as you laid there, head still dizzy from your climax, but your hands already gripping onto his back, urging him to go faster. “Want you”, you moaned, “need you…please…more…” He bottomed out with a delicious deep moan before he started rutting into you. 

Your body was on fire, every inch so sensitive, and all you wanted was to feel him. And he knew, he understood, he wanted the same, head buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you with heartbreaking passion. His arms snaked around you, pressing your chest against his own, as he snapped his hips against yours faster. Harder. Deeper. “Fuck…I’m so close…”, he groaned, unable to stop, unable to think. You didn’t want him to do either of those things. “Cum inside…please…want you inside…” You were gone. He was gone. All either of you knew was the fire that burned between you as Felix’s hips stuttered, cock pulsing inside you, painting your walls white. 

Both of you stayed like that for a very long moment, tangled up in each other, his cock still buried inside you, panting hard against each other’s sweat soaked skin. And then he spoke. “I love you.” Your heart dropped. He slowly peeled himself away from you, just enough to look at you. He still didn’t pull out though. With shaky fingers, he brushed over your cheek. “I love you so much.” His voice was deep and calm and honest. Tears welled up in your eyes. There he was, the man who had loved you better than any other, and yet he was only the other man. “I know”, you whispered. 

Regret filled your heart the second you uttered the words. The pain on Felix’ face was raw and very apparent. He swallowed hard and slowly pulled out. Without another word he disappeared into his bathroom, returning with a warm, wet cloth. He proceeded to clean you up with agonising gentleness, but unable to meet your eyes again. Then he returned into the bedroom and closed the door. You felt raw, like a fresh wound that had just started to heal but had been torn open again. Your heart hurt and the tears trickling down your cheeks did nothing to sooth it. 

You feel eerily numb as you collected your clothes and put them back on. With shaky hands you turned your phone back on. 6 missed calls. Against your better judgment, you decided to call him back. Your boyfriend. Who you just cheated on with Felix. Again. “Babe, where were you?!” Your boyfriend sounded more angry than worried. “Still at the party”, you said, voice small and still exhausted from the way Felix had just ruined you. “And why didn’t my calls get through? Are you with him again?” Guilt hit your chest like a blade. He suspected. Of course he did. You tried to be so sneaky about it, but there was nothing subtle in the way Felix looked at you, even in group settings.

In that moment the bathroom door opened and Felix stepped out. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you met his eyes. He’d cried, eyes still puffy, face still red. He froze when he saw your phone on your ear, eyes wide and questioning. Who do you love?, they said, giving you the ultimatum you’d feared for months now. But right there, in that moment, looking at the mess you’d made of the only man who’d ever loved you right, you knew. You knew who you truly loved. You’d never been this sure about anything before. “Yes”, you said, eyes locked with Felix, “and I’m not coming home.”

Fenya’s Masterlist

Taglist @lov3rachan

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Every Girl Gets Her Wish 3

Part 1, Part 2

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Pairing: Hyunlix x Fem!Reader x Bang Chan

Summary: After nights full of passion, Hyunjin and Felix seem to get carried away in their heated new romance. Meanwhile, Y/N has her sights set on a certain group leader. And who would Felix be to say no?

Warnings: TRIPLE PENETRATION. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: AFTER YEARS OF WAITING — YOU FINALLY GOT YOUR GODDAMN PART 3.

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She stretched her body slowly, her muscles delightfully sore and her skin still buzzing from the night before. The sting between her legs didn’t feel uncomfortable — not anymore. It felt like a reminder. A reward. The sheets stuck to her, warm and heavy with the scent of sweat and something headier, deeper. She rubbed her eyes and rose to her knees, her bare body bathed in soft morning light that leaked through the blinds.

The two men beside her looked like fallen gods in the mess of tangled sheets — Felix, the golden one, snored softly, a hand curled under his cheek. The blanket barely covered his hips, and the curve of his ass peeked out, still flushed from the way Hyunjin had wrecked him. Her gaze slid to the other side. Hyunjin had shifted in his sleep, revealing a strip of toned stomach and the sharp line of his hipbone. His lashes fluttered — then his eyes opened.

“Well, good morning to you too, muse,” he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep.

“Good morning, Jinnie,” she whispered with a smile.

He reached for her, fingers grazing her thigh, his palm warm and familiar. “That’s a sight I could get used to,” he muttered, and she didn’t know if he meant her sitting there, completely naked, covered in his love bites — or Felix sprawled out beside them like some decadent artwork.

“Why are you up already…?” he murmured, tugging her gently back down. She let him. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his chest, skin to skin. He kissed her cheek, then her shoulder, and she giggled softly at the tickle of it.

“Shh… don’t wake the sleeping beauty,” he breathed, his lips trailing to her neck. One of his hands crept upward, teasing over the curve of her breast, fingers brushing her nipple until it peaked under his touch.

She gasped, quietly, arching against him — the heat building already, even in this lazy haze. She felt the hard press of him against her ass, throbbing with promise.

And then… he stopped.

Confused, she twisted to look at him — only to find him already asleep, his hand still resting on her chest. She snorted softly, smothering her laugh in the pillow. Of course.

She reached out and took Felix’s hand next, twining their fingers together. He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted closer, burying his face in her neck. And just like that, she was surrounded by them again — warm, wanted, loved.

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When it was finally time to get up — for real this time — Felix leaned over and brushed his fingers over Hyunjin’s shoulder, gentle and slow, like he didn’t really want to wake him.

Hyunjin blinked, bleary-eyed. His lashes fluttered, lips parted slightly.

“Chan’s gonna kill us if we don’t get to rehearsal now,” Felix murmured, voice husky from sleep and something else.

Hyunjin pushed himself up on one elbow. And then they both looked down at her.

She hadn’t moved, her breathing soft and even. Her hair was spread around her like a halo, skin glowing with leftover warmth and bite marks.

“Don’t wake her,” Felix said, quieter now. He leaned in, kissed her forehead, and slipped out of bed.

The sheets fell away from him as he stood — and Hyunjin’s gaze immediately dropped.

Felix stretched his arms high, muscles flexing, and Hyunjin nearly groaned.

That delicious morning wood stood proud, thick and flushed, making Hyunjin’s mouth water.

“Lixie…”

It was barely a whisper.

Felix turned, curious — and didn’t miss the dark heat in Hyunjin’s gaze. The blanket had slipped off Hyunjin completely now, revealing his long, lean body, every inch of him a damn temptation.

Felix didn’t move. He just stood there, cock hard, skin still flushed.

Hyunjin got up slowly — like a lion stalking prey — knees sinking into the mattress as he made his way over the bed toward Felix at the foot.

The tension between them coiled tight, electric.

Without saying a word, Hyunjin wrapped his fingers around Felix, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck, Jinnie,” Felix hissed through clenched teeth, head tilting back slightly.

Hyunjin smirked and licked his lips, then leaned in and kissed the tip, soft and sinful.

Felix’s breath stuttered.

“How am I supposed to focus during dance practice today…” Hyunjin murmured, letting his tongue swirl teasingly. “…when your ass is literally seared into my brain?”

His hands slid up, worshipping the ridges of Felix’s abs, thumbs brushing his hipbones.

Felix’s hand found Hyunjin’s cheek, his thumb stroking just below his eye. “You’re the worst,” he whispered, voice shaking from pleasure. “You’re literally gonna suck me off while she’s right there asleep?”

Hyunjin looked up, eyes blown wide with lust. “That’s not a no.”

Felix groaned, low and desperate.

Hyunjin licked a long stripe along his length, lips wrapping around the tip just as—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

They both flinched.

“YO, FELIX, GET UP DUDE! YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

Han’s voice cracked through the door like a whip.

“And where the HELL is Hyunjin?!” Changbin shouted from downstairs, absolutely furious.

The moment shattered.

Felix and Hyunjin looked at each other, still frozen in place.

Hyunjin’s hand still wrapped around Felix’s cock. Felix’s abs still trembling.

“���We’re so dead,” Hyunjin whispered, eyes wide.

Felix burst out laughing and smacked his shoulder. “You knew we didn’t have time for this.”

“And yet,” Hyunjin grinned, licking his lips, “I regret nothing.”

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She signed in at the JYPE counter, the receptionist barely looking up as she scribbled her name. Her pulse was already skipping as she headed to the dance studios upstairs, the familiar hall buzzing with muffled music and sweat-slick memories.

When she opened the door to Studio 3, only one person was inside.

Bang Chan.

He turned, strands of his slightly-long hair falling across his forehead as he looked at her — sweaty, flushed, glistening from rehearsal.

“Hey, doll.”

His voice was smooth, low, with a hint of mischief that always made her spine tingle.

“Hey, Channie…” she smiled. “Where’s Lixie?”

Chan shrugged, tossing his water bottle between his hands.

“Beats me. I thought he’d stick around since he said you were dropping by.”

She tilted her head. “I told him I’d stop by after getting my nails done next door. Weird that he just went home without me.”

Chan’s eyes flicked down, then back up — slower this time.

“And here I was thinking, Damn, look at those nails. I hope Felix had the decency to pay for how good you look.”

She laughed softly, holding up her hand. “He did. Thank you.”

He took a step toward her.

“Of course he did. You’re not the kind of girl you let pay for her own pampering.”

His gaze lingered just a second too long.

“Lucky bastard.”

Her breath caught, and then she smiled again, slightly flustered. “I was gonna head back to the dorms. Want me to cook something for you later?”

Chan leaned against the wall, arms crossed — the muscles in his forearms flexing as he tilted his head.

“No, doll. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be home late.”

She made her way down the hall again — but when she passed one of the studio doors, something made her stop.

A noise. Low, desperate.

“F-Fuck… angel…”

She froze. That voice.

Oh, she knew that voice.

Her heart leapt as she stepped closer, eyes darting to the slightly ajar studio door.

Inside, the lights were dimmed.

And Felix was pressed against the mirrored wall — his shirt hiked up, flushed skin on display.

Hyunjin’s body was against his, lips locked in a filthy, desperate kiss.

Their tongues moved like they were fighting for air, the sounds wet and obscene — echoing off the studio walls.

Hyunjin’s hands slid across Felix’s abs, lower, dipping into his sweats.

Felix groaned — head thrown back, hips grinding forward.

Hyunjin squeezed his ass roughly, pulling him in harder, grinding their cocks together through layers of sweat-drenched clothes.

“Babe… fuck, babe,” Felix panted. “Just—twenty more minutes. Let’s go home. You can fuck us both as long as you want, I swear—just—not like this, not rushed…”

Hyunjin’s lips dragged down his neck. “You made me so fucking hard, Lix. You expect me to wait?”

He palmed himself through his pants. “Look at what you do to me.”

Felix whimpered, rocking against him.

“I want more than a quickie,” he breathed. “I want to feel you break me. I want her watching. I want everything.”

Hyunjin kissed him like he was trying to ruin him.

And she… couldn’t look away.

Her entire body was burning.

But her legs knew better. She turned, heart hammering, lips parted, grinning like a madwoman.

She sprinted down the stairs, barely remembering to shout “Bye!” to the security guard.

Then she slipped into the nearest taxi — still breathless, still beaming.

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When she got home, the dorm was still. Too still.

No Felix. No Hyunjin.

She tried not to overthink. Instead, she sat at the kitchen counter, picking at the dinner she’d made for the three of them. It had gone cold.

She chewed slowly, her eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. Still nothing.

Han strolled into the kitchen with his usual swagger, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

He glanced at her.

“What’s with the gloomy face, hmm?”

She didn’t even look up. “Just… missing my boyfriend.”

Han scoffed, cracking open the can. “Thank God he’s not here. One night without hearing the live-action porn you apparently film every night? A blessing.”

She grabbed the nearest dish towel and threw it at him, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

Time passed. Too much of it.

Still no sign of them.

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It was really late when the door finally creaked open.

She blinked awake from where she had dozed off on the couch, her neck sore.

It wasn’t Felix. Or Hyunjin.

It was Chan.

He stepped inside quietly, dropped his duffel by the door, and spotted her curled up under a blanket.

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Didn’t know you were still up.”

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “They’re still not back.”

Chan sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. His tank top clung to his chest, darkened with sweat in all the right places.

“Bummer,” he muttered. He walked over and dropped onto the couch beside her, thighs brushing.

“You should still try to sleep.”

She nodded and moved to sit up — the blanket slipping off her shoulders.

Chan’s breath hitched, just a second.

Her tank top was thin. Too thin. And her nipples were pebbled hard against the fabric, unmistakable.

He tried not to look.

Tried.

“You’re right…” she mumbled, shifting, disappointed. But it was impossible to miss the way her chest pushed forward when she arched her back.

Chan held out his arms, almost instinctively. “C’mere, doll.”

She didn’t hesitate. She crawled into his lap, straddling his thigh, arms slipping around his neck.

Chan’s hugs were always warm. Safe. Calming.

But tonight, something was off.

Tonight, his body was tense.

He smelled like sandalwood and sweat, and his skin was burning hot under hers.

She pressed herself against him. Her breasts brushing his chest — deliberately.

His hand froze on her lower back.

Her thigh slid over his lap, settling dangerously close.

She could feel him.

Chan’s voice was barely a whisper now.

“…Y/N.”

She leaned in, breath ghosting over his neck.

“Did you know,” she whispered, “Felix is very fond of sharing me.”

He swallowed.

She could feel it.

Her hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling every hard ridge of muscle, down to the waistband of his sweats.

She didn’t know if it was just Hyunjin Felix liked sharing her with…

But being in Bang Chan’s arms right now made her too dizzy to care.

His scent — masculine, warm — curled through her head like smoke.

All she could think about was being touched. Taken. Stuffed full.

Her thighs clenched together. Her pulse thundered.

She didn’t care which Australian dick it was.

Her voice came out in a breathy whisper, heavy with lust.

“Did you know I got fucked by Hyunjin?”

Chan blinked, surprised. She watched his throat move as he swallowed.

“…Twice,” she continued, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “He fucked me so good… and Felix was there too. They both had their way with me.”

She paused. Let it hang.

“I can take two cocks at once,” she whispered, seductive and slow. “I’m such a fucking whore for it.”

Chan was breathing heavier now.

She felt it.

“All I can think about is cock… and strong hands… and sex with men like you.”

She bit her lip. Hard.

His hand moved before he could stop it — sliding down to grip her ass. His fingers sank into her skin. Firm. Possessive.

“Doll…” he muttered, voice dark and tense. “Don’t play games with me.”

Her hand grazed the line of his abs. “I’m not. I want to feel you in me so bad I can’t fucking think.”

Chan’s eyes flashed. Lust. Hunger.

But then he blinked it away — like forcing himself back into control. He let her go.

“I’m not sure Felix would like this, doll…”

His voice was soft, strained.

“…As much as I’d love to fuck you right now — and I would — I’m not about to be the guy who crosses that line without permission.”

And just like that, he stepped away.

Her chest tightened.

She sat frozen on the couch, stunned — skin flushed, heart hammering, pussy aching — while he walked out.

And left her sitting there, throbbing with shame.

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The next morning, she didn’t dare look at Chan.

Didn’t dare look at Felix either, who had come back with Hyunjin in tow just after sunrise.

They looked very well-fucked.

She was mad.

Mad at them for vanishing.

Mad at herself for being so greedy.

And humiliated by Chan’s rejection.

The pan hit the table harder than necessary.

Eight pairs of eyes looked up at her.

“There you go.” Her tone was sharp, her movements cold.

She didn’t wait for a thank-you. She turned on her heel and walked out.

Felix looked after her, concerned.

Hyunjin didn’t notice.

Chan, however, was staring at both.

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She shoved her headphones in, barely breathing.

The air felt too thick. Her thoughts were all over the place.

She told herself she wasn’t upset.

She told herself she didn’t care that much.

But God, she did.

They were leaving in an hour anyway — she just needed to avoid all of them until then.

Let them go play their idol life. She’d pretend to be okay.

But what she forgot was that the boys… talked.

She didn’t think Chan would be thinking about her even now, jaw tight, hand fisting in his lap last night as he tried to forget the way her voice sounded when she said two cocks.

But he was.

Not because he regretted saying no.

But because he didn’t know how long he could keep saying no at all.

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“Hi, babe,” Felix said when he and the boys got home that night.

“Hey.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. She was curled on the couch, half-distracted, reading something on her phone.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

She didn’t look up. “Did you have fun with Hyunjin last night?”

Felix paused. Then sighed. “Baby, I’m sorry. We got carried away. I promise—we meant to come home.”

She glanced at him, unimpressed.

“Could you bring Chan some food?” Felix added. “He said he’s staying at the studio all night again, and I hate the idea of him skipping dinner.”

She sighed but stood up.

“Hey.” Felix gently held her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. “Hyunjin and I will be waiting. And we swear we’ve got something that’ll make up for last night.”

She raised a brow. “It better. Since my boyfriend apparently likes getting his ass wrecked by his best friend without inviting his girlfriend.”

Felix laughed, shameless.

And despite herself, she laughed too — a quiet, breathy one — before grabbing the food and heading out.

She just hoped Bang Chan hadn’t told him what happened last night. Or what almost happened.

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Up the stairs. Through security.

Her heartbeat picked up as she got closer to his studio.

She could already hear the beat pounding inside — low, thick, relentless, just like him.

She knocked.

“It’s open.”

She stepped in.

Chan sat in his chair, backlit by the glowing monitors. He was in a thin, sweat-slick shirt that clung to every muscle. His grey sweatpants didn’t hide a damn thing — and her eyes immediately caught the thick, clear print of his cock resting heavy against his thigh.

Her breath stuttered.

This time… she couldn’t take another rejection.

She set the container on the desk. “Felix said you needed to eat.”

Chan looked at the food. Then back at her.

He blinked. Tilted his head.

“…I think Felix wasn’t very clear with the instructions, doll.”

Her brows furrowed. “Is something wrong with the food? I thought—”

He didn’t let her finish.

His hand shot out, grabbed her wrist, and tugged her forward—hard.

She gasped, stumbling straight into his lap, landing on his thigh.

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Nothing’s wrong with the food,” he said lowly, eyes pinned to hers. “Felix has good taste.”

His hands slid down to her hips. Held her there.

“Especially when it comes to sharing.”

She froze. Her eyes widened.

He tugged the hem of her tank top down, slow and deliberate, exposing one breast. His mouth was on her before she could react — hot, wet, tongue curling around her nipple.

She moaned — loudly, helplessly — her fingers burying in his hair.

He groaned against her skin, sucking harder. Then pulled back to look up at her, lips wet, eyes dark.

“I hope all that talk wasn’t just pillow talk.”

He kissed her neck, rougher now. “Because I need to know if you really take cock the way Hyunjin said you do.”

She whimpered, grinding down on his thigh, heart hammering.

Chan growled. Actually growled.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she straddled him fully.

“He said,” Chan whispered against her throat, “you get so wet you drip onto the sheets before they even touch you.”

He bit down on her collarbone — not hard enough to mark, just enough to make her twitch.

“And now here you are.” His palm slid between her legs, cupping her through the sweatpants. “Dripping for me already, aren’t you?”

She moaned. Bucked her hips.

He licked his lips. “Gonna fuck you so full, you’ll forget who said no last time.”

Chan’s hand slid down into her pants, palm brushing over the thin lace of her panties.

He groaned low in his throat, fingers curling around the edge.

“Felix has you dressed so nice,” he muttered, voice raspy. “Lacy little thing for your boyfriend?”

She nodded, breathless.

“You Felix’s good girl?”

She nodded again — quick, desperate.

“Hyunjin’s?”

“Y-Yes,” she whispered.

He tilted his head, eyes dark and gleaming.

“Mine?”

Her breath hitched. She nodded, even more desperate this time. “Yes, yes, yours too, please…”

Chan smirked — wicked and knowing.

“You know only good girls get dicked down by three guys, right?”

“I’ve been so good, Chan. Please. Please…”

Her voice broke into a moan as his fingers finally dipped beneath the lace, sliding through her folds like silk.

“God,” he muttered, eyes locked to hers, “Hyunjin wasn’t lying. You’re dripping, doll.”

His fingers pumped inside her — slow, deliberate strokes that had her hips rocking, grinding into his palm like she needed it to live.

The room was dark, only the LED lights from the studio casting a soft glow on their bodies.

Chan stared at her — the way her mouth parted, the way her eyes fluttered.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, holding on like she’d fly apart otherwise.

His lips looked too good to ignore. She leaned in — first brushing her nose to his.

Then she kissed him.

Soft at first. Then harder. Hungrier.

She rode his fingers, gasping into his mouth as he curled them just right.

Chan pulled back, his lips glistening with her spit.

“Can I eat this pussy?” he asked, voice deadly low. “Need to see if it tastes as good as it sounds.”

“Yes,” she moaned, “yes, yes, please—”

He didn’t wait.

Chan lifted her like she weighed nothing, placing her right on the edge of the soundboard.

Buttons and sliders clicked beneath her thighs as he spread them open.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sweats and tugged them down slowly, watching the soaked lace stick to her folds before it peeled away.

“Fuck, look at you…” he whispered. “So pretty. So wet. All this just from my fingers?”

He knelt between her legs.

Hot breath on her inner thighs.

And then —

His tongue.

A long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.

She cried out — hips jerking, one hand flying to his hair.

He moaned against her, sucking her clit into his mouth like he was starving.

Her legs shook. The sounds from his lips, the obscene wet noises — they echoed through the studio louder than the beat playing from the speakers.

“F-Fuck, Chan—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not for a second.

One hand held her open, the other slid two fingers back inside her, curling just right while his tongue circled her clit over and over and over.

“Such a sweet little slut,” he groaned against her. “Bet you’ll cum just from my mouth.”

And she DID.

Her body locked up, trembling, toes curling, back arching as the orgasm hit — loud, messy, completely helpless.

He licked her through it like he was trying to ruin her.

But then—

The door opened.

Felix leaned against the frame, smirking. His blond hair messy from the wind, a dark hoodie slung low.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked casually.

Hyunjin stepped in behind him, jaw clenched, eyes dark as he took in the scene.

Y/N still spread out on the soundboard.

Chan between her legs.

Chan didn’t even look up. He licked his lips slowly, then turned to the boys.

She was on full display. Legs still parted on the studio’s soundboard, her pussy slick with Chan’s spit, chest heaving — flushed, trembling, wrecked.

Felix and Hyunjin stared.

“Hi, Felix…” she breathed out, voice weak and needy.

Felix stepped closer, smirking.

“I told you I’d make it up to you.”

He looked over his shoulder at Hyunjin, who was already kicking the door shut behind him.

“…Heard you asked Chan last night,” Felix murmured, eyes dark.

“And…” he turned to Hyunjin again, “who are we to say no if our pretty little princess wants something?”

Hyunjin smiled — that slow, devilish curl of his lips.

“She’s been very patient.”

All three pairs of eyes were now on her.

Pinned. Heavy.

“Take that useless top off,” Felix murmured to Chan.

Chan smirked and gripped the hem of his shirt, tugging it off in one motion.

Hyunjin was already unbuckling his pants.

Chan’s sweats dropped.

No boxers.

Felix’s fingers hooked into his waistband. He tugged his pants down slowly, teasing her.

And there they were.

Three thick, hard, heavy cocks now standing proudly in front of her.

Her mouth parted.

Oh my god.

She whimpered. Actually whimpered.

Felix chuckled, stepping forward. He leaned down and lifted her easily into his arms, holding her like she was weightless.

“I forgot to say hi properly,” he murmured sweetly, kissing her forehead.

“Hi, my pretty princess.”

Her heart stuttered.

“It’s okay,” she added, he smiled, his voice low and affectionate. “You were a little busy, weren’t you?”

He set her gently on the studio sofa, her legs spreading naturally as she sat down.

Hyunjin’s cock was already slick, a glistening drop beading at the tip.

He wrapped his hand lazily around the shaft, pumping it with slow strokes as he watched her chest rise and fall in heavy anticipation.

“Let Chan have his turn first,” he said casually, like it was just another suggestion.

Chan glanced at Felix for confirmation.

Felix smiled darkly.

“Go on.”

Y/N nodded from the sofa, eyes wide, lips already parted in readiness.

Chan stepped forward.

“Let her suck it,” Hyunjin murmured, voice low and full of mischief.

“She’s fucking good at it. Felix trained her well.”

Y/N flushed, biting her lip at the compliment.

Chan smirked as he guided his thick cock toward her mouth, tapping the tip against her lips.

She opened them without hesitation, tongue flicking out just to taste the precum first — salty, warm, perfect.

She wrapped her lips around the head, taking him in slowly.

Chan let out a quiet moan.

“And very eager, too.”

She sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobbed her head.

Hyunjin had stepped behind Felix now, wrapping both arms around his waist, his mouth pressed against the back of his neck.

They watched her together — three of them locked in one filthy, slow-burning orbit.

Felix stroked his cock slowly, eyes locked on hers.

“She’s so fucking beautiful like that,” he whispered.

Felix knelt on the sofa behind her.

He nudged her hips forward slightly, lifting her ass just enough for him to sit comfortably.

“Hold her mouth, Chan,” Felix said, voice low, commanding.

“She needs to focus.”

Chan gripped the back of her head, guiding her rhythm on his cock — slow, steady, deliberate strokes.

Felix lined himself up behind her, dragging the thick head of his cock through her folds.

She moaned around Chan’s length, the vibration making Chan hiss.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” Felix pushed in slowly, stretching her open inch by inch.

She arched her back, her moans muffled by Chan’s cock.

Hyunjin was still watching.

But not for long.

He stepped to the sofa, he sat next to felix who gave him enough space, gripping the base of his cock with one hand while spreading her ass with the other.

“Gonna take all of us like a good girl, yeah?” he muttered.

Y/N whimpered around Chan’s cock — the noise urgent, begging.

“She’s ready,” Felix said, voice tight.

“I fucked her ass many times…. she can take it”

Hyunjin leaned in, spitting on his cock and rubbing the tip between her cheeks.

Then — slow, precise — he began to push in.

Her entire body trembled.

Mouth full of Chan.

Pussy stretched by Felix.

Ass claimed by Hyunjin.

Her nails dug into Chan’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl,” Hyunjin groaned as he bottomed out.

“So fucking tight.”

They started to move.

A rhythm.

Like they knew her body.

Chan’s grip tightened in her hair.

Felix’s hips slapped against hers.

Hyunjin held her waist like he owned it.

Three cocks.

Three sets of moans.

One ruined girl.

Chan moaned low and deep, watching her lips stretch around his cock.

Her eyes were glassy with tears, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, loving every second of being filled from every angle.

“Fuck, doll,” Chan grunted, hand tightening in her hair.

“You were made for this. Look at you—stuffed full like a good little whore.”

Felix thrust harder behind her, fingers digging into her hips.

“She’s clenching so hard, baby,” he panted. “She loves it.”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping her waist.

“This ass is fucking perfect. She’s not even shaking yet—our girl’s such a pro.”

She tried to moan around Chan’s cock, and they all felt it.

Chan looked down at her with a wicked grin.

“You still with us, sweetheart?” he asked softly, mockingly sweet.

Her eyes fluttered up to his, full of tears and pleasure.

She nodded as best she could, cock still deep in her throat.

Chan leaned down, brushing hair off her face.

“I think she’s ready for a little change, don’t you?”

Felix slowed his hips, pulling out gently but leaving kisses along her spine.

“Let’s give her a new view,” he murmured.

Hyunjin slipped out of her ass with a groan, the absence making her whimper. He leaned in to kiss her shoulder.

“You did so well, baby.”

Chan tugged her gently by the chin, slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop.

He cupped her jaw, looking her in the eyes.

“Come ride me,” he said, low and filthy. “I wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze me while you choke on their cocks.”

Her breath caught. Her legs were trembling but she nodded.

Chan leaned back against the sofa, arms spread, cock glistening and hard.

She climbed on top of him, legs shaking, but desperate for more.

“Come on, sit on it,” Chan said. “You know how.”

She sank down slowly, moaning loudly as he filled her, inch by inch. Her ass facing him. Chan gave her a spank and she moaned.

“That’s it, ride me like you mean it,” he groaned.

His hands went to her hips, guiding her.

Felix and Hyunjin stood, cocks hard and twitching.

Felix stepped forward, cupping her cheek.

“You know what to do, baby.”

She opened her mouth eagerly.

Hyunjin chuckled. “She’s such a cockslut now. Always hungry.”

They each took one side of her mouth.

Felix pushed in slowly, and she suckled his tip while stroking Hyunjin’s base with her hand.

Chan was watching everything from below her, fucking up into her.

he growled.

“Riding my cock while gagging on your boyfriend and his best friend.”

Her moans were wet and helpless as her body bounced in rhythm, spit and cum slicking every part of her.

Chan grunted under her.

“Take it all. You can do it. Take every single inch.”

Y/N sucked in both men like she was made for this.

Her lips slid over one cock while she stroked the other, switching between them, drool glistening on her chin.

Her thighs were shaking, tits bouncing with every thrust.

Felix tangled a hand in her hair.

“Open wider, baby. You can do better than that.”

Hyunjin laughed low. “She’s doing amazing. Don’t be greedy.”

But they were all greedy.

And Chan could feel her clenching hard around him, her moans reverberating through the cocks in her mouth.

After minutes of heaven and filth, Felix stepped back.

“Get her on the floor.”

Hyunjin helped Y/N off of Chan’s cock slowly, holding her steady as her legs trembled.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Still okay?”

She nodded, flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy.

“Please—more.”

“Let’s stuff her full,” Felix murmured, eyes wild.

Chan blinked. “Wait, how—”

But then he saw what they were doing.

Felix lay down first, pulling Y/N’ gently on top of him. His cock pressed against her folds as he slowly slid inside.

“Still so fucking perfect,” he moaned, hips snapping against hers gently.

Her fingers gripped his arms, her head tipped back in a gasp.

Then Chan knelt behind him.

“Move over a little,” he said low, stroking his cock with one hand as he leaned in closer.

He positioned himself next to Felix.

Felix adjusted slightly, and Chan took her leg, lifting it carefully over his hip.

“You ready, baby?” he asked her.

She nodded, lips parted, breath shaking.

“I want it… please.”

And then Chan pressed in — slow, thick, careful — right next to Felix’s cock.

Y/N cried out, overwhelmed, the stretch so deep it made her head spin.

“Fucking hell,” Chan groaned. “So tight—how are you even taking this?”

Felix gritted his teeth. “She loves it. She is so fucking good at taking two Cocks,,

Every thrust sent shockwaves through her.

And then—Hyunjin moved behind her.

She barely registered him until his hand was spreading her cheeks again and his voice whispered into her ear:

“Still one more hole, baby.”

She whimpered, overstimulated, but nodded.

“You sure?” he asked softly.

She moaned, “Yes—yes, Jinnie, please—want all of you.”

Hyunjin slicked himself up, guided the head of his cock to her ass, and slowly, inch by inch, pushed in.

The sounds she made weren’t human anymore.

“Taking all three of us… you’re unreal.”

Hyunjin groaned behind her, finally seated deep.

“Fucking hell. She’s so full.”

All three of them moved slowly at first, setting a rhythm.

Their cocks filled her completely — her pussy stretched to the limit by Felix and Chan, her ass taken by Hyunjin’s slow, hard thrusts.

Tears welled in her eyes from the pressure and pleasure.

Felix smiled at her. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good for us.”

Chan gripped her hips tighter.

“I’m not gonna last long like this,” he growled.

“She’s clenching like she wants to milk us.”

Behind her, Hyunjin leaned in, kissing her spine.

Her orgasm hit like a wave — wild, messy, uncontrollable.

Her body tensed and her mouth opened in a silent scream, head falling back as her walls clamped down hard on both cocks inside her.

Felix cursed under his breath.

“Fuck—baby—you’re squeezing me so tight—”

Chan let out a groan, hips stuttering.

“I’m gonna cum—fuck—gonna fill you up—”

[hannamoon143]

You drew stars around my scars ✮⋆˙

Life is hard. Some people don't know how to cope with that. Some people just try to feel mentally better by causing physical pain instead. How ironical, isn't it? Oh but bless you, that lee felix is in your life. Because this man never misses a thing.⋆｡°✩

Genre:Angst,Hurt/comfort

Warnings:Sh,a bit childhood trauma, Depression, Crying, mentions of food,mentions of bad eating habits

Lee felix x fem.Reader

Words: 3,9k

a/n: hey everyone<33 To write this fic brought me some comfort too, and it's healing me a bit more everytime i can use my own experiences,emotions and thoughts to write something that comforts others too, and relate to y/n a lot. And i know i'm not the only one, so i hope this can bring everyone that reads it a bit comfort. And pls always remember what of a beautiful person you are. Hurting yourself is never ever the only solution. If you need someone to talk, reach out to someone, anyone, also me if you don't have anyone. I'd rather have literally any person cry for hours in my arms, or vent to me in my dm's than have them hurt their own bodies, that always supports them. Everything felix says in that fic is true, and they r my own thoughts about this. I love you all, take care of yourselves.<3

Depression takes a lot from you. It takes your motivation, productivity, the will to socialize, and your happiness. It’s unfair isn’t it? Little, happy children become tired, broken adults.

People always think depression is something where you sit in your bed the whole day and cry. Well that is half true. Yes, there are days like that, but that’s far not everything. The worst are those dull days, when you feel entirely numb, but your life has to go on anyways. No joy in your heart, and no tears in your eyes. Just a big nothing in your mind.

After a while you figure it out though. It’s always those numb episodes, until every emotion you thought didn’t exist the days before, crashes down on you. And it’s overwhelming. Every.single.time.

But what if you’d find something that could ‚help‘ you? Something that brought you pain and relief at the same time? That made you feel alive, in the numb episodes and distracted you from the pain in the days where you broke down? The price was just your beautiful skin, and blood...

A problem was though, once you’d start, it would be very hard to stop again. But why should you anyways? Why should you stop when it was the only thing seemingly bringing you comfort for some short time?

It started off by you, picking at your skin absimendtly whenever you felt anxious, or when you just didn’t pay attention. It felt relieving. It was the burning pain when you scatched on your skin so hard it was slightly bloody, making you feel like your feelings actually mattered. And then that one night. That night everything crashed down on you. Your friends wanted nothing to do with you anymore, the few you had before, cut contact. You couldn’t even be mad at them. Who wouldn’t be annoyed by someone who constantly cancelled plans, and gave off a „depressing, annoying attitude“? Well these were their words. Oh but you saw it coming. All the overthinking in the middle of the night, those worst case scenarios, they had come true.

And your family? You never had a healthy relationship with them. So now, that you were grown up, the contact was almost entirely dead. And yeah, there was your boyfriend felix, but you’d never burden him with your problems. He already had enough on his mind with the world tour and all the new released albums, of the band he was in.

And that was it. No one there that you could reach out to, no one to comfort you, when your heart and mind were breaking into millions of glass splitters. Every person reaches their breaking point someday. And that day was yours. You remembered the night clearly. You were sitting on the bathroom floor, crying out all the emotion you had been holding in for too long. You had no friends anymore. No family. And pretty sure soon no boyfriend too. Nothing to hold onto.

Then you reached out to a drawer. You didn’t really register what you were doing as you took it out. A simple, silver blade. A little cut on your wrist. A line of crimson red blood on your skin.

At first you were terrified. What had you done? Why weren’t you affected by the stinging pain on your wrist, and the blood building in the small cut? Why did it in fact feel good? And then you decided to try it again, just to answer those questions right?

That’s where it started.

You knew you had depression. But going to a therapist? You were scared, probably too lazy, and you could never tell all your problems to a complete stranger. And most of all you didn’t want felix to worry either. He was the only one left, and soon he would surely leave too. He was the sweetest, sunny person on this earth, he deserved someone that matched his energy, and wasn’t so… hard to love.

Every single task felt like a hard, impossible chore. Getting out of your bed felt like doing the unbelievable. Doing the most simple things like showering, or brushing your teeth seemed so far away, that you could only master them on your best days. Some days, you went to work, did everything you had to, with a straight, stoic face. That was until you came home, laid into your bed, and silent tears would build wet spots on your pillow.

But somedays, even crying seemed too overwhelming. All you could do was lay in your dark room, staring at the wall. It was just the darkness and you, and somewhere in your mind, a voice whispering that it would help to cut...

And then there were these rare days, on which you felt almost too overwhelmed. It were those days you came home, and added another scar to the gallery of them on your arms. You questioned your life on these days. Because truly, you didn’t see a reason why you should be here right now. No, you weren’t proud of it. But who was there to stop you? Why should you quit if it was the only thing keeping you sane right now? When it was only the stinging pain who could make you slip out of the monotone haze in your mind, for at least a little bit time.

But it would be stupid to assume felix didn’t notice something was off. Lee felix was a pure person. Someone who could make even the rainiest days shine bright. And he cared about the people he loved more than anything else.

When you started cancelling plans it was already alarming for him. You were someone who never cancelled plans with him. You were usually a happy person, someone who made jokes that were actually funny. Someone who made him laugh with your little quirks, that he noticed over time. Someone who comforted him when he felt bad. And most of all you were the most excited person when you two would meet up. You never missed to tell him how much you loved him, that he was your happy person, and your comfort person.

That was before

Before suddenly everything stopped. He rarely got to see your beautiful face now anymore. You took a long time to respond to his texts, and when you did, they were short, and dry. This didn’t feel like you. Felix knew you. And that wasn’t you. This wasn’t the happy girl he met. And he surely wasn’t planning on letting things go like this forever. Something wasn’t right. And no matter what you said or did, to try and get away from him, and shut everything out, he would stay by your side. He would find out what was wrong and do everything possible in this world to make you feel like yourself again.

It was another day today. Another number on the calendar. You stopped looking at it. It didn’t matter anyways. Those were just numbers on paper, and they would never change anything. So you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling even heavier than usual. Like a zombie you just quickly got dressed, not even registering what you were wearing, and drank a mug of coffee. It would make you feel a bit more awake for at least a few hours. Eating breakfast had become impossible in the last few weeks. You were barely eating anything the whole day, to be honest. Sometimes, you just couldn’t stand up and make yourself something. But most times, you just didn’t feel hungry.

You went your usual way to work. At the bus, you took a short glance at your phone. You used to be on your phone a lot for the silliest things, but now you hated it. You hated the brightness, and that everytime you looked at it you had to interact with others. And the worst was, it remdinded you of what you had lost. The spark you had in your eyes on photos from a long time ago.

Something popped up on the screen

A message from felix. Of course. He messaged you every single day. You couldn’t ignore him, no matter how shitty felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore him. So you opened it.

Hey sunshine<3How are you today? I thought of maybe grabbing some takeout and watching a movie together tonight, since i have off early! I’ll even let you pick one of those cheesy romcoms you love so much. Love u^^

You sighed. He was still so sweet, so caring, when he should be really annoyed, right? His girlfriend was a walking zombie, why didn’t he already break up with you?

Hey lix, sorry no time today.

Then you quickly put your phone away. You couldn’t stand thinking of his lips turning into that sad pout, when he’d read your answer. But you couldn’t meet him. You didn’t care how stubborn that was, but you wouldn’t let him see you like this. He would see right through you, and get you to tell him what was wrong.

You stopped making excuses someday. Who even cared? Sooner or later he’d leave, just like your friends. No lame excuses would matter then. Someone like you was unlovable. And that would never change.

As felix read your response he sighed.

That was enough. He wouldn’t let your relationship carry on like that. He wouldn’t let you carry on like that. Something was clearly wrong and he wouldn’t stand so far away and watch you slowly shut down from the entire world. Not anymore. Tonight he would come to your apartment, if you wanted to or not.

You didn’t remember what you did throughout the day. When you tried to recall it, there were only hazy memories, covered in a grey, thick fog. You didn’t even remember how you came home. Everything just happened. Now, you were walking through your apartment door, kicking off your shoes and coat. With a deep sigh, you dragged yourself to the bathroom. You shut the door, immediately sinking down on the floor. You were exhausted. More than that. The past days, or maybe even weeks you had held everything in more than usual. You felt like passing out right then and there, on the cold bathroom tiles. But there was something else. You knew that feeling. When you would have spent too many days in numbness, then at one point, every emotion, everything you thought wasn’t there before, creeps up in your throat from the depths of your soul. You feel the grieve, the sadness, the anger, the guilt, every single emotion crashing down on you at once. And then you can’t stop it anymore.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you pulled your knees up for a bit comfort.

These were the moment you hated the most, besides the numbness. Being numb is uneblievably tiring, but when all the feelings, everything comes up at once, that is even worse. You never knew how to deal with your emotions well. When you were a kid you never got the chance to express emotions. Crying was not allowed. If you did, you’d hear „ Stop it, or i’ll give you a reason to cry.“ If you screamed or hit out of anger you’d get punished in some way. Only a polite smile was, what was allowed to show on the outside, what to show to other people. That was probably part of the reason why you’d grown into a person who had these unhealthy, shitty habits, instead of expressing and coping with their emotions well.

You knew you should just let it pass. Endure these feelings. Maybe text someone to try and distract yourself. But somehow, you always went back to drowning out emotions with physical pain. You took the sharp blade from the bathroom drawer, your hands going unbelievable shaky like they always did when you took it out. You only started to cry more. You hated that you did it. You hated that you were a person that couldn’t handle their own feelings like a responsible adult, and had to shut them out with self harming instead. And still you did it again and again. You hated the way your arm looked when you put your sleeve up now. White lines from old cvts. Slightly reddish ones from some that happened some time ago. And those brightred ones. Reminders of not too long ago. They made you so angry. Reminding you of who you were. Of what you were.

So you decided to look away. You just put the blade to your wrist, looking at the blank bathroom wall. It was already so familiar, you knew where it would hurt the most without even looking.

Felix was searching around his apartment for that gray hoodie you wanted to have everytime you saw him wearing it. Maybe it would cheer you a bit up. As he finally found it, he grabbed the brownies he had made for you earlier, and his keys, heading out his apartment, to head to yours instead.

He started his car. It was a short drive so there was not much time for thinking. But there were some thoughts in the back of his head. Wasn’t he overstepping? You clearly didn’t want to see him, maybe you were also just annoyed?

But felix shook those voices off. He knew you. He had known you for years, and this wasn’t you. He had to do this.

And then he was already at your apartment. Slowly he got out of the car, taking the things, and started to walk up the stairs.

Soon he was in front of your door. Should he knock? He knew where your spare key was but he didn’t want to be respectless. So he softly knocked on the door.

„Y/n? It’s me, felix. I know you didn’t want to meet, but… i was worried. Can we talk please, my love?“

He waited for a minute. But there was no answer. Maybe you really weren’t at home? He decided to just try it. To his surprises the door was unlocked. That meant you were home, but also why would you let your door stay unlocked? He sighed, and locked it from the inside. He quietly took off his shoes, and put them on the side. Yours were scattered messily on the floor, and your coat too. Usually you hated when something in your apartment wasn’t organized. Maybe you were in a hurry before. He went into the kitchen, wich was dark, putting the brownies on the counter. „Y/n?“ he softly called out again. Still no answer.

But there, suddenly he heard something. A quiet, mumbling or...crying? His brows furrowed and he tried to follow the sound. There. In the bathroom. It seemed like you didn’t hear him calling you. At first he considered just going back to your kitchen and waiting there for you to come out, but when he heard another deep sob from you, he knew what to do. Whatever was going on right now, he wanted to be by your side. So he took a deep breath and opened the door.

„Y/N, what is g-“ His eyes widened in shock, and your head perked up immediately at the door clicking open, your gaze changing from surprise, to confusion, to somewhat realization and guilt. The sight in front of him horrified him. His beautiful, lovely girlfriend sat on the bathroom floor, her face red and puffy from crying, and a sharp blade in her hand. And your arm… How couldn’t he notice? He just stood there, in the door, staring at you.

You couldn’t read his face. Was he mad…? Of course he’d be mad. You quickly reacted as you got to your senses again. You jumped up, letting the blade fall, and a drop of blood dropping down on your white bathroom tiles.

„Felix…. I can explain, i h-haven’t, it’s not what it looks like o-okay? I’m okay, p-please i know you’re mad but-“

You got cut off. You couldnt’t even say anything more, because suddenly you were wrapped up tightly in your boyfriend’s comforting, warm embrace. You forgot how good a hug from him felt… And when you got a little glance at his face that was it. No anger, no twisted kind of any emotion against you. There was pure sympathy and love. When you also saw a tear rolling down his face, you couldn’t take it anymore. You buried your face in his neck, and let go. You sobbed uncontrollably, your arms and legs trembling so much, to the point your knees gave in, and felix slowly sank to the ground with you. Why did the cvts on your arms suddenly really hurt for the first time? He had you pulled on his lap, rocking you back and forth, stroking your hair gently. „Shhh, it’ll be alright. I’m here now, you are not alone.“

Good thirty minutes later, your sobbing had stopped, and only warm paths of tears remained on your cheeks. Felix lifted your head from his neck a bit, so he could look into your eyes. Though you had just cried your heart out, it was still the most mesmerizing pair of eyes he had seen in his life. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

„Let me treat those, okay?“ He simply said, glancing at your cuts.

He was gentle. He desinfected every single cut, apologizing every time you hissed at the sharp pain. Then he put some healing ointment on your fresh ones, and some at your older ones too. Then, with gentle, calm hands he bandaged your arms. He ended his treament with featherlight kisses on them. Then he got up, helping you up too. He had his hands on your side, his eyes on your face.

„Love…I won’t ever judge you, or get mad at you for anything, i hope you know that okay? I know that this is probably your way to cope with things, and i know that you know it’s not healthy. But it’s okay. Please just promise me, you will come to me instead of doing that, from now on hm? Everytime you want to do it you call me, text me, whatever. I’d rather have you crying in my arms for hours, venting to me for hours, you screaming at me, or do whatever you need to, than have you hurt and bleeding entirely alone on the floor. I’ll come over, and do whatever i need to, to cheer you up alright? And don’t shut me out from your life. I want to be a part again. I miss the way you’d text me when you see something that makes you smile. Or when you send me pics of the cute cats you saw on the sidewalk. Or when you just simply tell me about your day. And most important of all, i’ll stay by your side okay? No matter what. I will do everything to help you recover, and build up your life in a way that makes you happy okay? Let me help you sunshine. You don’t need to do it all alone.No matter how hard it in the past was, I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving soon.“

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time you smiled at him. „Okay lixie. Okay. I’ll try.“

Then he softly smiled at you, and guided you to your livingroom, where he made you sit on the couch. He rushed off to the kitchen, and was soon back again with a plate of brownies and his gray hoodie. „It seems like you didn’t eat much lately, you’ve been getting a bit too skinny, love. But don’t worry, now i’m here to feed you with everything you want to eat. You don’t need to move a single finger.“ He mumbled, as he first handed you the hoodie, wich you put on immediately and snuggled into it. It had always been your comfort hoodie, since it was big, fluffy, and always smelled like him a lot. Then he put down the plate in front of you. Felix’ brownies had always been one of your favorite things. They were delicious like no one else’s.Everytime you asked him what he was throwing in there, he always told you that it was his love and care wich he made them with. You believed him, this man made everything better with his sunny personality.

You simply smiled at him, and took one of the brownies, taking a big bite

„That’s my girl.“ He chuckled, ruffling your hair. As you were munching, and he was watching you with a fond smile, he suddenly asked „Do you have a marker somewhere here?“ You looked up, raising a brow. „Yeah, in the drawer over there i guess, why?“ He just stood up, and opened said drawer, taking the marker. He was back by your side in an instant. „Please give me one arm love“ He said, politely like always. You were still pretty confused but how could you say no to that? So you slowly laid your bandaged arm in his hands. He kissed it once and then softly started to draw on it. „What are you doing?“ you asked, mouth full of brownie.

„Those my love, are battle scars. It isn’t beautiful how you got them, but they are a part of you now, and they make you the person you are. They deserve to be called beautiful now too, like every single body part of yours. I love every part of you. And when they are healed, I’ll kiss each and everyone of them, but for now, they deserve to be treated with care. They will only heal properly, if you let them. If you’d always be angry when you’d look at them, they would never really heal. You would never really heal. You need to forgive yourself, and someday you will be able to move on. They show how far you’ve come, that it was very hard, but you never gave up. Battle scars, my love.“

You looked into his eyes. He said all that so sincere, you believed every word. And then as he was done you saw what he did. A lot of little stars, and a pretty moon in the middle were drawn on the bandages. And next to the moon he wrote a little note

„Because i want you to never forget who you are. You are Y/n L/n, a fighter, and the most beautiful woman i know.“

„How did i deserve you lee felix?“ You murmured in awe.

„You deserve the world, and more my love.“

And that really was a turning point. Thanks to felix, your days weren’t dull anymore. He was always there with you, laughing and talking a lot, but he also respected when you wanted some alone time. And when you came to him somedays, crying and telling him that you wanted to do it again, he took you in his arms, wrapped you both into a blanket and rocked you back and forth, until no tears were left anymore, and the world seemed a bit brighter again. Then he mumbled soothing reassurances into your hair, kissing you on the forehead.

And like this, you were willing to try. You were willing to try and recover, and create a life that you loved living, with him in it.

a/n: now a note to: @athenawindwolf because I didn't have the courage to say it that night ( we ignore that i'm writing this while you are texting me,still in that night), i'll be your chan friend, and in the context of this fanfic your felix friend, whenever you need me. I hope yk, I never judge anyone, and i've been through a lot too so rlly i would never ever judge or tell anyone if you tell me smth. We said we r the big sisters of our friends now, so that means we r sisters right? Come to me whenever you need to talk. Now this was for u, and I also have to say i'm thankful someone is sharing one of my interests now<3 Ily di angelo.@athenawindwolf (and i hope i didn't make you cry with this fic)

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain

↳ chapter 8

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Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: nothing explicit but they allude to the fact that the pack members have sex, a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: enjoy :)

Changbin is a strong alpha. He’s physically strong, but he is also extremely emotionally intelligent. His pack is his life; he’d do anything for them, and he hates being put in situations he can’t fix right away. Nobody he loves should ever have to suffer.

“Changbin, baby what happened? Han and Felix are at Y/N’s door and she’s not answering, They’re scared, I’m scared.” Hyunjin’s calming voice echoes through the garage as he walks towards the alpha placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

“He found her. I knocked him out.” Hyunjin gasps, and his gaze drops down to Changbin’s irritated knuckles, which are a little swollen; you could tell they were going to bruise.

“Did you call the police? Did he touch her? Did he touch you? Oh my god, we have to call Chan.” Hyunjin spits out words faster than Changbin can really process but he hears the name he needs the most, Chan.

“Yeah, let’s call Chan. Help me get these groceries inside and we will call Chan, get everyone home and we can figure this out.” Hyunjin nods and immediately starts grabbing bags, The tension is high between the two as they load groceries inside and into their rightful spots. The smell of extinguished fire and wilting roses mix in the air as Changbin finally picks up his phone to call Chan, he needs his pack alpha but he knows Y/N needs him more.

“Hello?” he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the sound of his alpha’s voice.

“Chan! Please don’t freak out but we went grocery shopping and everything was fine until we ran into Y/N’s old alpha and he said these horrible things about her, I saw red, and I punched him. She’s been completely nonverbal since she saw him and when we got home Y/N locked herself in her room and won’t come out or even answer anyone. I’m the only alpha here and everyone’s so upset, I don’t know what to do” He hears a growl from the other side of the phone before Chan takes a deep breath.

“I’m coming home. I will call everyone else, don't worry we will all get home to you guys and we will handle it as a pack.”

“Thank you, Chan.” Changbin feels a tear slip down his cheek but brushes it off, just happy the rest of his pack will be here soon. He hangs up and stares at Hyunjin for a moment before running upstairs only to be met with two whining omegas sitting in front of your door.

“Changbin, Y/N won’t answer us, what happened?” Felix speaks desperately hoping to get some kind of answer from the alpha.

“We ran into her ex-alpha at the store, She’s okay physically I think it was just too much for her to handle,” Changbin speaks calmly, in hopes to keep his omegas calm as well.

“Oh my god, what if she went into a drop and that’s why she’s not answering? She can’t be under this kind of stress, it's not good for the baby.” Felix has always been the one who frets the most over the other pack members, he bursts at the seams with love for everyone so any pain or issue needs his full attention. Changbin takes it upon himself to try knocking on your door, and of course, he doesn’t get a response either.

“Come on bunny, you’re safe here. Nobody is going to hurt you.” The silence that follows rips Changbin’s heart apart.

They stay by the door for what feels like hours before the front door opens and the rest of their pack members join them. Everyone is pretty upset but Jeongin’s shaking form accompanied by the tears in his eyes is a sight that breaks them further. When Chan picked Jeongin and told him what happened, something in him snapped, he managed to growl and whine at the same time. A million emotions took over his body but this wasn’t shocking to Chan at all, he was a baby alpha his emotions were already all over the place and after their talk on the ride to work this morning he could understand why the young alpha felt so strongly about this.

“So, you took care of Y/N last night?” Chan was nosy when it came to his pack. He’d say he was just keeping tabs and caring like a good alpha should but he was truly in everyone’s business. Jeongin does his best to hide his blush, he loves his pack alpha but gosh he’s so embarrassing.

“I know we all love each other equally, we’re all practically soulmates but you and I both know we all have our person… You and Felix, Minho and Han, hell Changbin has both the betas. But what about me? I love our relationship but I think Y/N is what’s been missing.” Chan’s mouth gapes open for a moment thinking about the pack dynamics. Because yeah they all do love each other, they all kiss, cuddle, spend heats and ruts together, and even do that stuff outside of their cycle times but they did have a bit of a buddy system going on and somehow Jeongin had gotten kind of left out of that. Chan felt terrible but his heart warmed at the thought that maybe you were guided here for a reason, like a missing puzzle piece. As the car stopped in front of Jeongin’s job at the library Chan looked at him for a moment before placing a gentle kiss on his lips that of course Jeongin reciprocated.

“Just be patient with her, yeah? Have a good day at work baby.” A smile spreads across the younger alpha’s face before he nods and heads into work.

Jeongin takes gentle steps towards the door like he was walking through a land mine, he gives the door four gentle knocks before speaking up with desperation.

“Y/N, it’s me, Jeongin. I heard what happened, I’m so sorry that happened today. I wish I could of prevented that, fuck I wish I could kill him. But for now, I just want to take care of you, so please let me.” The whine of a desperate alpha feels like a stab to the heart for his pack members, they all want to fix it so bad. When Jeongin gets no response he turns to Chan with heavy tears.

“Do something.” Jeongin cries to his alpha, begging, pleading, it’s a pitiful sight.

“You think nobody is trying? We can’t force her to open the door, Innie, calm down.” The growl that erupts from the alpha’s chest should have been a warning sign. He starts screaming his pleas for somebody to help him help his omega, Seungmin does his best to hold him still and stop him from hurting himself or someone else, or worse breaking down the door. With one swift movement, Chan’s hand finds Jeongin’s neck and scruffs him. He instantly becomes putty in Seungmin’s arms and they drop to the floor softly together where the beta can scent him into further relaxation.

“You know I don’t like doing that Innie but I don’t need you scaring her any more than she already is.” The younger alpha whines at his pack alpha’s words and curls into Seungmin’s lap whimpering.

Chan places his forehead against your door to give one final plea to be let in.

“We’ll wait for you, okay? Whenever you’re ready we’ll be here.” So they waited. After a couple of hours, Minho made dinner for everyone and they ate it in front of your door, They even left a plate for you.

It was one in the morning when the pack had decided to rest, or at least try to. Seungmin suggested that maybe you just needed space and you would come to them when you were ready.

Little did they know you were behind the door listening to everything, fighting an internal battle of whether you should seek them for comfort or run away from them. Are they a threat? Everything and everyone feels like a threat, and you need to protect your pup at all costs. Once you were sure the coast was clear you opened the door, just to grab dinner. You weren’t hungry, but your baby needed food and nothing matters more to you than your pup. They waited so long for you and you felt terrible, but you couldn’t face them, you couldn’t admit how much this had set you back. The thought of interacting with your new pack members terrified you. The old ideals that alphas are threats to your pup and omegas are your competition replay in your head like a song, a horrendous out-of-tune song. But of course, your pup betrays you too, you need to pee so bad. Your ear is up to the door and you don’t hear anybody moving around, so you peek out, the coast seems clear. Gentle tip toes get you to the bathroom without any mishaps and you’re ready to bolt back to your room and continue your solitude but you freeze in front of a door. Hyunjin’s door. The beta’s scent fills your nose and it’s like you’re in a trance.

Beta safe. Beta will protect us.

You hesitate with your hand on the doorknob, the scent isn’t filling you with fear like the other scents were, maybe it would be fine. Growing up betas weren’t really in your life, you didn’t get to form much of an opinion on them just being told what your family thought of them. Betas are rare but not considered super important to more traditional packs, in a grand scheme of biology though they were vital. Betas are like glue for packs, biologically made to be calming, rational, and caring. Hyunjin could be dramatic but god does he have a huge heart. He is like love in werewolf form. You have to be safe with him, right? So you enter the room and slowly stride towards his bed taking a seat. This causes him to stir but before he can say anything you speak.

“Please don’t touch me.” Hyunjin’s mouth hangs open but if you were looking at him you would see how it turns into a smile.

“Of course. Did you want to lie down?” You don’t answer but you do lie down, that’s an answer enough. Hyunjin keeps his word and doesn’t touch but he looks, silently checking you over for any injuries even though Changbin said nobody touched you, he needed to see for himself to calm his instincts.

“Are they mad at me?” Your words sound like gunshots in Hyunjin’s ears, How could you think that?

“What? No! No no no! Nobody is mad at you, we get why you reacted like that. It’s scary, you have every right to be scared.”

“I shouldn’t be scared of you guys…” Hyunjin has to calm himself before speaking, holding back a whine from ripping out of his chest.

“You’re scared of us? Oh! I’m sorry, is there something we can do to help?”

“You can be upset with me. I’m upset with myself too.”

“There’s no need for any of that. Yeah, it’s upsetting that you’re scared of us but we don’t expect you to get rid of all the damage that coward did to you so quickly, You’re triggered right now, we get it. We’ll wait for you.” Your heart warms at his words, though you don’t feel deserving of their patience. Your body turns to face the beta, both looking at each other for a moment.

“May I touch?” His question bounces around in your head for a moment, the idea of your own consent feeling foreign once again. You give it nonetheless. Hyunjin takes in your nod of approval by placing a gentle hand on your bump.

“Is the puppy okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” The words settle deep in your brain.

“Not right now. I hope one day I will be.”

“I promise, we will do everything in our power to help you be okay.” Hyunjin pulls you closer to him before placing a gentle kiss to your hairline, so soft you’d almost miss it if you weren’t so hyper aware of your surroundings.

“What if you guys can’t fix me?” Your eyes bare your soul to Hyunjin.

“We don’t want to fix you, because you don’t need fixing. I know we haven’t known each other for that long but I know you’re perfect just as you are. Just thinking about you makes my heart do insane things, you have no idea how tremendously down bad we are for you.”

“I’m sorry for holding back from you guys, I’m scared, and today just really set me back.”

“My love I’d wait until the end of the earth for you. You’ll get back on track soon, back at square one doesn’t mean the race is over.” Your mind wanders, thinking about how you’d come out of this situation. A part of you wishes you could just skip to the good part, cuddled up with the entire pack, no fears just pure love and adoration. What if there was no good part?

“Why don’t you get some sleep? You and the pup have had a long day.”

“Can you scent me?” The question feels a little too intimate and scary, but before you can even second guess it the beta gives in without a question.

“Anything for you.” Hyunjin smiles before pulling you as close as possible, allowing for his fresh rose scent to engulf you and ease you into a relaxing sleep.

[linos-luna]

Not so innocent ❣️

Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut! Degradation, groping, slapping, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, slight sadism?

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Felix has always been an incredibly sweet boyfriend: loving, affectionate, and always ready for a cuddle. You often find yourself wondering how you got so lucky. But in terms of intimacy, that’s it. While there’s plenty of cuddles and kisses, there hasn’t been much in the way of deeper intimacy. Despite dating for months, things just haven’t progressed further. He’s never pushed you for more, and neither have you…

After seeing a movie with your friends, something stuck in your mind. It was a silly film, but there was this awkward sex scene that got everyone laughing. Your friends started joking about how your boyfriend, was probably a secret freak in bed like the guy in the movie. It was funny at the time, and you just waved it off.

Later, after grabbing a quick bite, you came home to Felix, who greeted you warmly as you walked through the door.

“Hi, baby,” Felix said, his voice soft and affectionate.

“Hi!” you replied, slipping off your shoes.

“Did you have fun with your friends?”

“Mmhm!” You nodded, moving to sit beside him on the couch. “We just hung out and watched some dumb movie,” you added as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah? Sounds fun.”

“There was a weird sex scene, and one of my friends joked that you were probably a little freak like that guy,” you chuckled, throwing it out casually.

“Oh. Heh.” Felix paused, then gave a nervous chuckle, which immediately piqued your curiosity.

“Felix?”

“What?” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“You hesitated there,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Well, um…”

“Are you suggesting…?”

Felix blushed, clearly uncomfortable but not saying much.

“What, you like that sexual stuff?” you teased, leaning closer to him.

“Well—“

“Jeez, baby, why didn’t you mention it before? What kind of sexy fantasies do you have?” you asked, genuinely curious now.

“Oh, baby, it’s nothing. Nothing you’d like,” he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

“So you are a little deviant,” you chuckled awkwardly. “How do you know I wouldn’t like it if you never brought it up?”

“Well I just don’t know if you’re ready for what I like.” He smirked. “Might be a little much for a princess.”

You could tell he was teasing now, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to play along. Still, maybe it would be worth it.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me,” you said, your face flushing as you tried to sound confident.

“Are you sure?” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver through you as he leaned in closer. “Because I have many rules... and I don’t like it when they’re broken.”

There was a sudden shift in his demeanor, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race. You could feel the heat rising in you, a sensation that was already making you wet and undeniably... aroused.

You were caught off guard. Who knew your sweet, innocent boyfriend had this... side to him? It was unexpected, yet strangely intriguing. Even though you'd never experienced anything like this before, a part of you was curious… maybe even eager to try.

“I think I can do it,” you replied, your voice filled with a hint of fake confidence, trying to mask the nervous excitement building inside you.

Felix’s grin grew, a devious spark in his eyes. “Is that so?” he whispered, his tone sending a thrill down your spine.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

“Alright then. Let’s establish the rules,” Felix said casually, his fingers gently stroking your hair. “First is the safe word.”

You paused, caught off guard by how serious he sounded. You’d never thought about having a safe word before. After a moment of thinking, you replied, “Hm… how about... flower?”

“Perfect,” he said with a soft smile. “Just say it whenever things get too much, okay?”

You nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves running through you as you wondered what else he had in store.

Felix took your hand and led you to the bedroom, guiding you to sit on the bed while he stood back, his eyes lingering on you with intent.

His voice was calm but firm as he began laying out the rules, his demeanor a far cry from the sweet boyfriend you were used to. “You’re my submissive. My little princess. You will address me by my name or ‘sir.’ Maybe ‘master’ if I’m feeling… extra.” He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll listen to me and speak only when I say so. Got it?”

You nodded quickly, but he cleared his throat, making you jump. “Speak.”

“Y-yes, Felix,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he said, clearly pleased. “Next, absolutely no touching yourself unless I give you permission. Your body is mine now. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix…” you responded, feeling your pulse quicken.

He continued, his tone even but filled with authority. “Good behavior will be rewarded. But bad behavior? That’ll earn you a punishment. And trust me, I don’t like bratty behavior.”

“Punishment?” you asked, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in your voice.

“Mmhm,” he hummed darkly. “I have plenty of… toys… to punish you with.”

You chuckled nervously, thinking he had to be joking. “You’re lying. No way.”

But that smirk on his face told you he wasn’t. The devious glint in his eyes left you feeling nervous, yet undeniably more aroused.

“Disobey me, and you’ll suffer the consequences, Princess,” he said, his voice dropping lower, making you blush deeply.

Was it already starting? Was he already domming you?? Your thoughts were broken by one simple word.

“Strip.” He said simply, leaving to dumbfounded. This made him raise a brow. “Hey. I told you to do something.”

“O-oh sorry!” You said quickly when coming to. Slowly you removed your shirt then pants. He watched with a smirk, loving the sight of your body.

You were feeling a bit self conscious, you weren’t exactly the smallest girl around.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He said in a softer voice, reminding you that this was just an act.

You slowly removed your bra, stopping at your panties when he gestured to stop.

“Good girl.” He said as he got close to you. Felix moved you back on the bed, starting to get on top of you and gently kissing your lips.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his hand between your legs. He rubbed circles on your clothed cunt, stimulating you ever so slightly; little jolts of pleasure making you twitch a bit.

Your boyfriend’s kisses got more aggressive as he bit your lip and inserted his tongue. His thumb pressed into your clothed cunt while his other hand squeezed your waist tight as he kissed down your neck. This had you whimpering.

From your waist, Felix moved his hand to under your bottom squeezing and pulling you into his hard cock that was prominent through his pants. Just the feeling had your cunt throbbing, making you hot and needy. You whined slightly, making him smirk.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He teased.

It was hard to speak as he continued pressing himself into your soaked underwear. “I asked you a question, doll~” he said in that deep voice, roughly grabbing your chin.

“M-mmhm— y-yes sir…” you whimpered in response.

Felix practically buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting at your neck. But it wasn’t nips. They were bites, the bites to leave marks. You nearly screamed, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure… or both.

“F-Felix—!” You gasped.

This only made him chuckle darkly as he moved down to bite around your collarbone. He squeezed your throat slightly as he marked you around your collarbone. Your heart was racing and you gripped his hand, digging your nails into his hand. Felix growled a bit and used his other hand to swiftly smack your thigh; it stung more than expected and made you cry out and let go of his hand

Felix stopped his biting and looked at you sharply, hand still lightly squeezing your neck. his eyes peered into yours, eyes full of lust.

“Causing me problems already?” He asked.

“I-I—” you barely managed to get out.

Suddenly a slap to your cheek had your attention. Instinctively, you tried grabbing your cheek before Felix slapped your hand away. “No!” He said sharply before slapping you again. “You answer me when I talk to you! Got it?!”

“Y-yes! Yes Felix!” You nodded quickly before he lifted himself off and suddenly flipped you on your stomach.

“Don’t move!”

Of course you didn’t. His sudden violent turn took you by surprise. What just happened?? You were still dumbfounded. You lay there face down like a ragdoll while hearing a belt unbuckling and some shuffling.

Felix was quick to discard his clothes to the side and propped your butt up. He smiled darkly while ever so slightly dragging his finger nails along your thighs. This made you shiver.

“Look how cute.” He chuckled while pulling the strap of your panties and letting it snap back.

A small whimper slipped out which seemed to satisfy Felix greatly.

After removing your underwear started stroking your cunt, slowly going through the folds, making your head spin. He would tease your hole with his fingers, relishing in your whimpers.

“You’re gonna hold still for me, right princess?” He asked in that deep voice, the voice that could make you cum on the spot.

“Y-yes sir…” you whimpered before he pulled your hair back and pinned an arm behind your back. A gasp was heard and you felt his hard cock touching your cunt. You barely had time to process before he suddenly pushed in. Your squeal was muffled by the bed sheets that your face was buried in.

Felix groaned as he started moving, but that gentleness didn’t last long as when he got comfortable in your warm cunt he went faster and harder.

It was as he was fucking all his anger into you. He wasn’t even grunting, more like growling as he railed you into the bed.

“A-agh! Felix—!” You were yelling and gasping into the sheets as he mercilessly pounded you, hitting that bundle of nerves that made you dizzy with lust.

“Such a good girl you’re being~” he grunted, only slowing down as he pulled your hair to raise your head. “Why hide those beautiful sounds, princess?” He growled as he yanked your hair again. “I wanna hear it. Oh please princess~” he teased, still thrusting slow but harsh and deep, making your eyes roll back. “I want the neighbors to hear~!” He smirked before speeding up again.

You were on edge, stimulated to the max, know that you’d come at any moment and he knew this.

“F-fuck—! Fuck!! Felix! Agh!” Your moans almost came out as screams as he pounded you into the bed. The poor bed frame that was smacking the wall over and over. You swear it was squeaking and that it was just gonna break.

“I can feel how close you are…” he groaned. “Are you gonna cum? Is my little princess gonna cum~?” he teased with fake sympathy. “D-do it! Make a mess! Say my name, whore!”

And there it was, the breaking point. The merciless railing and his deep voice saying those degrading words had you over the edge.

“A-agh! F-f-Felix—!” You moaned out loud as you came with intense pressure.

Almost as soon as it happened, he pulled out and flipped you on your back, before moving his throbbing cock around your sensitive area then coming on your stomach. You could tell it was intense for him too. He loomed over you, panting and with forehead sweating. He looked down at you with a smile as he gently massaged your breasts.

On the other hand, you were on cloud nine. The euphoric feeling taking over your mind like a drug. You could barely focus your vision on him and you mumbled out something incoherent.

“Shhh…. You don’t have to speak, Princess.” Felix was rubbing your cheeks, back to his soft demeanor. “You did so good for me. I can’t wait to show you more~”

[bangchanwifey]

i loved your accidentally sending nudes to bff!skz posts!! would you be open the doing the same thing but ot8 version? like y/n sends it in the bff (y/n & skz) group chat and they all start freaking out lol. ty! ❤️

accidentally sending bff!skz a nude (ot8 ver.) ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

ᯓ ty for your request <3 this is my first time doing anything for ot8 i hope you enjoy !! these are meant to be more fwb that lowkey share reader lolol than poly but if y’all ever want poly!skz texts don’t be shy to ask !! :)

— all fake texts !

contains: ot8 x female!reader

warnings: language, flirting, mentions of sex, mdni!!!

ᯓ other versions i’ve done!! | hyung ver. | maknae ver.

⇾ STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST ♡

⇾ thank you sm for reading !! please keep requesting whatever, i want to actually get into writing so stay tuned! 💌

[strrykais]

(❤︎) do you have eight minutes?

with all the time in the world, you shouldn’t have to beg for eight minutes..

𐀔𓂃 kai's notes : im so emotional at the moment i just wanna cry. !! | back to library !

eight minutes. that's really all you wanted. eight minutes to be able to talk to him. Just those minutes of time from someone you love to feel not alone in this moment of stress and this moment of need. you never faulted felix for never having any time. his career was important to him, you knew that going in. you just hoped that you could eventually become just as important to him again.

he made you feel special when you first started talking, maybe it was because you were uncharted territory and felix always had this need to discover new things, new places, even new people. he made you feel like diamonds shimmering in his bright light, so captivating, so beautiful.

as time passed and went on you noticed a shift in the tone he would give you, for the short amount of time he could spare. you tried not to let it affect you, how could you fault him when he was doing a lot by giving you a day.

even with the time felix and you spent together you cherished it, because when you first got together he saw you, he really saw you. now you're gripping on the last string of hope, hoping that he can see you hiding in this shell of loneliness. too scared to call out, scared of losing him, because having a little piece of him is better than having nothing at all.

then unfortunately those days turned to hours, and those hours became minutes. now you could only send messages asking if he had a few minutes to spare. all you wanted was eight minutes. eight minutes to not feel like you are alone. just eight minutes to feel like you are loved. eight minutes to feel seen, you just wanted him to see you again.

but you could never find the courage to tell him, never had the heart to reach out. worried over sending a text that could change the trajectory of y'all's relationship. you gave and gave so whats the fault in giving whatever left you had to him, to hold onto the version of felix you desperately miss.

until one lonely night, as snow falls sticking to the ground. you sit on a bench as the snow dances over your red cheeks. you watched as a random boy wrapped his scarf over a random girl, their eyes shimmering with a love you used to know, a love that has now turned cold. you decided to send that text.

“do you have eight minutes?”

© strrykais

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[queenofhalloween94]

Master List: OotP Ch. List

Summary: The poor guys are losing the plot the longer they're away from Y/n. Maybe one will think of a plan...

Warnings: 🔞eventual smut, slow burn, p in v sex, heats/ruts, possessive tendencies, read at your own risk ⚠️

Ch. 5 Pull💜

Meanwhile Online

🐾 @staydetective1: ok hear me out. something is HAPPENING with skz.

Chan wears the same hoodie 3x, constantly rubbing his face in it like hes addicted to the scent.

Felix is literally glowing but also feral??

Han sang a love song and forgot the lyrics murmuring a name no one can make out.

Minho is either scenting or staring into space someone found their omega and it’s not subtle anymore

🌶️ @noonascinnamon: what if they ALL found the same omega 😳

🍜 @ramenbrain: Han literally said “I miss her” during a Insta Live and pretended he was talking about a cat. bro has no cat

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The guys were slowly losing the plot the longer they are away from their omega…

 Felix stirred the pot of ramyeon too aggressively. “Hyunjin, it’s boiling over!”

“I know what I’m doing,” Hyunjin said, standing ten feet away and not helping at all.

“It’s on fire,” Seungmin added flatly.

“It’s steaming,” Hyunjin corrected.

“It’s turning into glue,” Jeongin muttered, poking the noodles with a single chopstick. “We can eat glue, right?”

“Why do we let any of you cook?” Chan asked from the couch, tossing a pillow at Felix’s head.

Felix ducked and grinned. “Because when you cook anything other than meat, you burn it.”

“I was distracted!”

“By what?” Han asked. “The sound of your own need?”

“Shut up,” Chan muttered, but not convincingly.

Han smirked. “You miss her.”

“We all do,” Minho said.

Everyone turned. Minho didn’t even look up from his phone.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

It was getting harder to focus.

Your work was still there—spreadsheets, calls, claims to process—but everything felt hazy, like you were watching your life through someone else’s lens. The bond threads tugged constantly now. You smelled them in dreams. Tasted them in the air.

You stopped taking the suppressants. With this partial bond all they did now was make you feel nauseous. Luna noticed the change first—she followed you more, brushed against your ankles, slept curled under your neck like she was guarding something fragile. You opened your phone and stared at the group chat. No one had messaged yet today.

That was rare. You didn’t want to bug them since you had seen other Stays guessing something was going on the good detectives they all were. 

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Chan, He had a plan. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t even solid. But it was a plan. He paced the dressing room while Felix re-laced his boots and Han rifled through a bag of snacks.

“I want to send someone back early,” Chan said.

Jeongin perked up. “To Texas?”

Felix stopped tying.

Han’s mouth dropped open mid-chip.

Chan nodded. “Just for a day or two. A rest excuse. Visit family. Whatever. One of us sees her before the tour ends. Reconnect.”

Seungmin raised a brow. “Management won’t like it.”

“If everyone can keep their mouths shut management doesn’t have to know every fucking detail. Especially not this.” The last sentence practically growled out by how worked up Chan was getting. 

“Who goes?” Hyunjin asked softly.

They all looked at each other.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You were still sitting in bed when your phone finally buzzed.

🐈 Minho:

Can I see you?

Friday night. One day.

I miss your scent.

Your stomach flipped.

You typed with shaky fingers.

🍎 You:

Yes. Please.

He didn’t answer with words, but you swore you could smell vanilla and tobacco bloom in the air like heat.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Later That Night – The Group Chat: Den Racha

🍎 You: So uh. Minho’s coming to see me? How'd he win that one?

🐿️ Han: WHAT

🧁 Jeongin: WHEN

🐈 Minho: Friday you dorks

💪 Changbin: alone???

🐶 Seungmin: super shady

🌸 Hyunjin: are you bringing gifts?

🐺 Chan: just bring yourself, guys we talked about this earlier....

🐿️ Han: wear that one shirt

💪 Changbin: the black one

🧁 Jeongin: THE ONE WITH THE BUTTONS

🐈 Minho: I will block this chat

☀️ Felix: tell her we love her

🐈 Minho: she knows

You read the whole thread three times, heart full.

**Thank you for reading!!**

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Princess Treatment Collection

Hi everyone. So I'm making yet another collection of stories only this time it's for Lee Felix x Fem! Reader. The idea is that the reader is the 9th member of the group. She's dating Felix and is one of the Maknae's of the group. So these stories will follow her relationship with Felix. As well as your relationship with the rest of the boys.

Now, in these, I'm hoping to make the boys as accurate as I possibly can. Because they are real people and I don't wanna mess up their personalities or get anything too wrong. So if any of the members don't exactly fit who they are, please let me know so I can work on doing the boys justice as I write about them.

Warnings for some of these fics: Cursing.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Finished.

Princess Treatment - Link. Summary: You tell Chan how proud you are of him and the boys. You both have a good cry..

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COMING SOON.

Arcade Date - Link. Summary: It's date night.

Cuddles - Link. Summary: You and Felix love cuddling together.

Snow Angels - Link. Summary: You and Felix play in the snow.

Sing Along - Link. Summary: While in the car, everyone has a fun time.

Because it's them - Link. Summary: You and Felix get away with more than you should.

Baking - Link. Summary: You, Felix, Seungmin and Hyunjin have fun baking.

It's a Twin Thing - Link. Summary: You and I.N. make a mess.

Once Upon a Dream - Link. Summary: You and Felix have fun waltzing at a concert.

Day at the Beach - Link. Summary: You and the boys spend the day at the beach.

Princess Treatment Collection Taglist: Thank you for supporting me. Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from this Taglist.

@lovelyweirdo24 @bbokarismeow @stay-tiny-things

[sereia4skz]

Hiii I'm in love with your headcannons! Could I request an imagine/scenario/headcannon with the Stray kids members where reader subdrops emotionally after a particularly rough session? Would love to see their reactions anf how they would comfort and take care of reader 🥰

headcannons | you subdrop after a scene

pairing: ot8!straykids x reader

genre: comfort

warnings: implied sex, subdrop

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

It was a rougher session than usual, emotionally intense, a little humiliating, and just physically overwhelming. Once the adrenaline and endorphins fade, you're quiet, teary, feeling distant, classic signs of subdrop. 

BANGCHAN

He notices immediately. The second your energy shifts, he’s wrapping you in a blanket and sitting you in his lap like you’re breakable.

“There you go, baby. I’ve got you. You don’t have to be okay yet.” His voice is gentle but grounded, guiding you through it. He’ll whisper affirmations: "I'm so proud of you," "You're safe now," "You're not alone." 

He doesn't leave your side for a second, even carries you to the bathroom or helps you get cleaned up. Expect forehead kisses, water with a straw, and his shirt draped over your body.

Ultimate comfort dom. No guilt, no shame, just unconditional love. He almost love this more than the sex.

LEEKNOW

He feels it before you even speak. One look at your expression and he’s already wiping your face with a warm cloth and cradling your hand.

Minho doesn’t say much at first, he just does. He gets you a glass of water, your favorite snacks, and a heating pad if you need it. When you finally sniffle or lean into him, he cups your cheek and murmurs, “That was a lot, wasn’t it, sweetheart? Thank you for trusting me.”

He’ll spoon you silently under five blankets, surrounded by the kittens, until you fall asleep, hand tracing your back, whispering little comforts like “Still with me? Still mine?”

CHANGBIN

Panic mode, but contained. His first instinct is to fix it. He gets you warm clothes, tissues, and cuddles you with his whole chest.

“Hey, hey, come here, you're okay. I’ve got you, baby. Nothing’s wrong, I’m here.”

His tone is firm but affectionate. He’d rock you back and forth, even if you're just holding onto him without speaking. He's freaking out internally wondering if he used too much strength.

If you cry, he does too, quietly, behind your shoulder, because he hates seeing you hurting, especially when it might’ve been caused by something he did (even consensually). He’ll probably apologize a hundred times even though it wasn’t his fault.

HYUNJIN

Softest, gentlest presence imaginable. He immediately wraps you up in something plush and tucks you against his chest, whispering in your ear.

“You were so good, baby. So brave. Do you want to talk? Or just want me to hold you?”

He’ll stroke your hair, pet your cheeks, rock you gently. He might hum to soothe you, quiet lullabies or just soft breathing to help regulate yours.

Tells you over and over how much he adores you. “You’re mine, okay? I’ll always take care of you.”

He takes the drop very seriously. His aftercare game is god-tier, lotions, snacks, fuzzy socks, emotional validation. The aftercare equivalent of being romanced into bed, roses and candles.

HAN

Full-body guilt spiral if he thinks he pushed you too far, even though he knows it was consensual. He gets quiet, eyes scanning you nonstop.

“Shit- hey, are you okay? Wait, no, dumb question! Come here.”

 He wraps you up immediately, rocking you, holding your hands. He babbles soft reassurances slightly too loudly, to keep you grounded: “You’re safe, you’re mine, we’re good, yeah? You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Might cry with you, honestly. But then he makes it his mission to bring you back to yourself, blankets, giggles, warm food, cuddles. Will 100% turn into a baby koala and not leave your side until you laugh at least once.

FELIX

Sweetest touch, lowest voice, he goes ultra nurturing. As soon as he sees your eyes go hazy or teary, he’s cupping your face gently.

“Angel… are you dropping? Come here, let’s breathe together.”

He holds you so tenderly it feels holy. He’ll lie with you chest-to-chest, heartbeat to heartbeat, stroking your hair and whispering affirmations: “You’re so safe with me. Thank you for letting me see all of you. You’re not alone.” 

If you need words, he gives them. If you need quiet, he gives that too. He’ll do little things like kiss your hands, make you tea, keep the lights dim and music soft.

SEUNGMIN

He notices the second your eyes go distant. You don’t even have to say anything, he sits you up, helps you get comfortable, and holds your face between his hands.

“Hey. Look at me. You with me?”

Once he’s sure you’re grounded, he bundles you up and just sits with you. He’s not overly emotional, but he gives you exactly what you need: reassurance without condescension.

“It’s okay to feel weird right now. That’s normal, love. I’ve got you.” 

 He’ll feed you little snacks, give you quiet space if you need it, and offer soft, real praise like: “You were amazing tonight. I’m proud of how strong you are.”

I.N

He freezes for a second if it’s his first time seeing you drop, but then his caretaker instincts kick in hard.

“Oh no, no, come here. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

 He’ll get serious real fast, guiding you to breathe, gently rocking you against his chest while rubbing your back. His voice gets lower, steady, trying to be your anchor.

“You’re safe. You’re mine. It’s okay to cry, baby.”

He'll sit with you through every wave of emotion, keeping you wrapped in his hoodie or his arms or both.

Later, when you’re calmer, he’ll kiss your forehead and pout. “Don’t scare me like that. Tell me next time, okay? I wanna take care of you right.”

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[skzjiiiii]

Boyfriend Stories | Lee Felix ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

genre: fluff! idol felix x reader, instagram stories of you and your boyfriend Felix

[brokencompass]

「 ☾ 」 ── 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

you’re a silent regular at after hours, keeping your distance. felix, the bartender, is intrigued and determined to uncover the story behind your eyes, one drink at a time.

the first time you walked into after hours, felix nearly forgot how to breathe.

it wasn’t just that you were stunning - though you were, undeniably so. it was the way you moved, a kind of effortless self-assurance that drew attention without trying. you didn’t stride in, commanding the room like some people might. instead, there was a calm confidence in your steps, a quiet kind of magnetism. you didn’t seem like someone who sought out the spotlight; it simply followed you.

felix caught sight of you as you shrugged off your coat. his hands, which had been moving in a practiced rhythm as he wiped down the bar, came to an abrupt halt. the towel dangled loosely in his fingers as his eyes followed you. you draped your coat over the back of a stool and slid into it, the smoothness of the movement almost hypnotic.

han, who was stacking glasses near the sink, didn’t miss the way felix had frozen in place. he smirked and leaned in just enough to be heard. “what’s with the look? you act like you’ve never seen someone attractive before.”

felix shook himself out of his trance, his ears burning as he tossed the towel over his shoulder. “i’ll take care of her,” he said with a confidence that sounded just a bit too forced.

han raised an eyebrow, glancing over at hyunjin, who was perched at the far end of the bar with a soda in hand. “oh, this’ll be good,” han said, low enough that felix wouldn’t hear but loud enough to earn a knowing chuckle from hyunjin.

felix ignored them both, straightened his apron, and approached you. he put on his best smile - the one that made his dimples pop and usually charmed customers into leaving a bigger tip. “evening,” he greeted, his voice smooth but warm. “what can i get for you tonight?”

you didn’t look up right away, your eyes still scanning the menu as your fingers drummed softly on the wood of the counter. “whiskey,” you said simply, your voice low and even. “neat.”

felix tilted his head, leaning slightly against the counter as if settling in for a conversation. “whiskey’s a classic choice,” he said, his tone playful. “but wouldn’t you rather let me surprise you with something a little more… memorable?”

you finally looked up, and the brief flicker of skepticism in your eyes hit felix harder than it should have. “i’m not here to be impressed,” you said flatly, though the faintest hint of amusement tugged at the corner of your mouth.

he took a split second to recover, his grin widening as if your response had only encouraged him. “fair enough,” he said, grabbing a glass and reaching for the top-shelf whiskey. “whiskey it is.”

han who had been eavesdropping from a few feet away, let out a low snicker. felix shot him a warning glare over his shoulder but quickly returned his attention to you, sliding the freshly poured drink across the counter with a flourish. “i’m felix, by the way,” he said, leaning forward slightly as if the introduction mattered.

you lifted the glass and took a slow sip, the burn of the whiskey warming your chest. “that’s nice,” you replied, setting the glass down with a soft clink. your tone was polite but detached, and you didn’t offer your name in return.

from his spot at the end of the bar, hyunjin openly laughed. “ouch,” he muttered, just loud enough for felix to hear.

felix, determined not to let you slip away so easily, tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “you’re new here,” he observed confidently.

you raised an eyebrow, your expression unreadable. “is that supposed to be a question?”

“nope,” felix said, straightening up. “just an observation. you’ve got that look - like you’re still deciding whether this place is worth your time.”

you glanced around, your gaze briefly flicking to the dim lighting, the bottles lined up behind the bar, and the small but steady crowd. “and what do you think?”

“i think it just got a lot more interesting,” felix said, his smile returning full force.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you finished your drink. “you’re persistent, i’ll give you that,” you said, standing up and slipping your coat back on.

“only when i’m intrigued,” felix replied, watching as you adjusted your scarf.

“well,” you said, your tone light but firm, “don’t be.”

you turned and started toward the door, leaving felix standing there, caught somewhere between admiration and defeat.

from behind him, han muttered, “rough night for romeo over here.”

hyunjin snorted. “called it.”

felix ignored them both, his grin not entirely gone as he watched you disappear into the night. “better luck next time,” he heard you call over your shoulder.

two nights later, when you walked into after hours again, felix was ready.

hyunjin noticed you first, nudging felix with his elbow as he wiped down the bar. “look who’s back,” he said, a sly grin already forming.

felix looked up from the glass he was polishing, his face lighting up the moment he saw you. you were wearing the same confident air as before, but there was something different this time - a flicker of recognition as your eyes scanned the room. when your gaze briefly landed on felix, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“i knew it,” he said under his breath, tossing his towel at han, who dodged it with a laugh.

you settled into the same seat at the bar, pulling out your phone as felix made his way over. “couldn’t stay away, huh?” he greeted, leaning casually against the counter.

you glanced up, your expression as unreadable as before. “don’t get ahead of yourself. the whiskey was good, that’s all.”

felix placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “so it wasn’t my sparkling personality?”

“your unsolicited charm, you mean?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

from the other end of the bar, hyunjin muttered, “oof, brutal,” earning a quiet laugh from han.

felix ignored them, his grin never wavering. “alright, tell you what - this round’s on me. no strings, no charm. just a good drink.”

you tilted your head, skeptical. “you sure you can manage that?”

“watch me,” felix said, already reaching for the whiskey.

this time, as you took a sip, your expression softened - just barely. “not bad,” you admitted, setting the glass down.

“not bad?” felix repeated, pretending to be wounded. “i’m crushed.”

you didn’t reply, but the faint smirk tugging at your lips told him he hadn’t completely lost you.

as the night went on, felix found excuses to linger near your seat, sliding in the occasional comment or playful remark. you batted him away every time, but he noticed the way your eyes lingered a little longer, the way your lips quirked into a smile even as you shook your head.

when you finally stood to leave, you paused at the door, glancing back at him. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

felix grinned, leaning against the bar. “and you keep coming back. i’ll take that as a win.”

you didn’t answer, but there was a flicker of something - amusement, perhaps - before you disappeared into the night.

hyunjin leaned back in his seat, shaking his hand. “you’re hopeless.”

felix’s grin widened as he watched the door swing shut. “hopeless? nah. just patient.”

by the time you walked into after hours a third time, felix was practically buzzing with anticipation.

it had been a week since your last visit, and while felix would never admit it out loud, he’d spent more time thinking about you than he probably should have. he’d catch himself glancing at the door, hoping for that familiar figure to walk through, only to shake his head and focus back on his work. hyunjin and han teased him mercilessly about it, of course.

“she’s playing hard to get, mate,” han had said with a smirk.

“she’s playing not interested,” hyunjin corrected, earning a glare from felix.

but when you finally appeared again, it felt like the room shifted. you weren’t wearing a coat this time, just a sleek black sweater and a scarf draped loosely around your neck. your hair was slightly windswept, as if you’d walked a long way to get here.

felix barely managed to keep his cool as you approached the bar and took your usual seat.

“third time’s the charm,” he greeted, already reaching for a glass.

you glanced at him, your expression calm but unreadable. “and what exactly do you think that means?”

“it means i’m officially upgrading you to a regular,” felix said, grinning as he poured your usual whiskey.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

“that’s the second time you’ve said that,” felix pointed out, sliding the glass toward you.

“maybe i’m running out of compliments,” you replied dryly, though the hint of a smile tugged at your lips.

felix leaned against the bar, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you take a sip. “lucky for me, i don’t need compliments to know i’m doing a good job.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re awfully confident for someone who’s been shut down twice.”

felix shrugged, his grin never faltering. “i’m playing the long game.”

for a moment, you said nothing, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid in your glass. when you finally spoke, your voice was softer, almost contemplative. “and what exactly is the prize in this ‘long game’ of yours?”

felix hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift in your tone. he straightened up, his playful demeanor fading just slightly. “i guess i’m hoping to figure that out,” he admitted. “you’re kind of a mystery, you know.”

you tilted your head, your gaze meeting his. for the first time, there was no trace of amusement or skepticism in your eyes - just quiet curiosity. “and you think you can solve me?”

felix shook his head, his voice lowering as he replied, “not solve. just.. understand.”

the air between you grew still, the hum of conversation around the bar fading into the background. felix held your gaze, his usual charm replaced by something softer, more sincere.

then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed. you broke eye contact, taking another sip of your drink before setting the glass down. “good luck with that,” you said, your tone light again.

felix chuckled, leaning back as the tension eased. “i’ll take all the luck i can get.”

as the night wore on, you lingered longer than usual, occasionally engaging felix in conversation. he learned little things about you - not your name, not your story, but bits and pieces that felt like progress. you liked whiskey, but you hated cocktails. you didn’t come to the bar often, but when you did, it wasn’t because of the company.

still, felix noticed the way your shoulders relaxed the more you talked, the way your smirks turned into genuine smiles. and when you finally stood to leave, you didn’t just glance back at the door.

“you’re alright, felix,” you said, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck.

his grin widened, his dimples deepening. “does that mean i’m growing on you?”

you paused, your hand on the door handle. “it means i’ll think about it,” you said, flashing him a small smile before disappearing into the night.

felix stood there for a moment, replaying your words in his head.

“she’s definitely playing the long game,” han said from behind him, clapping him on the back.

felix laughed, shaking his head. “worth it.”

and for the first time, he truly believed it.

felix was wiping down the counter, the rhythmic motion of the cloth against the wood soothing him as he prepared for another slow night.

the door to after hours creaked open, and he looked up, his gaze immediately finding you. you weren’t rushing this time, just walking in with that quiet confidence, your coat casually slung over one shoulder as you made your way to your usual seat at the bar.

there was something different about you tonight, though. you weren’t wearing the same guarded look you often wore - your shoulders didn’t seem as tense. it was subtle, but felix noticed. he couldn’t help but smile, his fingers pausing mid-wipe as he took you in.

he shook off the momentary distraction and grabbed a fresh towel, draping it over his shoulder before he strolled over to you.

“whiskey, right?” he asked, his voice light, trying to keep it casual.

you glanced up at him, just enough to meet his eyes. “yeah, whiskey.”

felix smiled, moving with practiced ease as he reached for the bottle and poured the drink. the amber liquid sloshed into the glass with a satisfying sound. “anything different tonight? or are we sticking with the classics?” he asked, sliding the drink across the counter toward you.

you took the glass without hesitation, bringing it up to your lips and taking a slow sip. felix watched, trying not to make it obvious, but he was waiting for any sign that tonight would be like the others.

“not really. just here for the drink,” you said, your voice a little quieter than usual.

felix nodded, leaning against the counter, his expression softening as he observed you. there was something else in your demeanor tonight. you weren’t as quick with the sharp retorts or teasing banter, and the air between you two felt a little less tense, a little more comfortable.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he remarked, his tone gentler than he meant it to be.

you set the glass down slowly, the sound of the glass meeting the wood filling the small space between you two. “not much to say.”

felix didn’t push. he wasn’t quite sure what he was hoping for, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment either. instead, he just took a step back and let the silence settle comfortably around you both. his gaze lingered on you - on the way your fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of your glass, how your eyes occasionally flickered over to him but never stayed for long.

the quiet didn’t feel strained, though. it was just... peaceful.

after a while, felix leaned forward slightly, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the bar. “if you don’t mind me asking,” he said, breaking the silence, “why here? there are plenty of other places in town.”

you paused for a moment, your eyes flickering up to meet his. there was a softness in your gaze that hadn’t been there before. “i like it here. the drink’s good. the vibe’s…” you paused, as if you were searching for the right words. “relaxing, i guess.”

felix’s grin tugged at his lips. “well, i’m glad we’re doing something right.”

the two of you exchanged a brief look, one that felt almost... familiar. he couldn’t place it, but there was something about the way you looked at him that felt different than before. like maybe the distance was closing, even if only just a little.

you finished the whiskey in one more slow, measured sip before setting the glass back down, the click of it against the counter sharp in the quiet room. “thanks for the drink, felix.”

he gave a small nod, still watching you with that same soft expression. “anytime,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere.

you rose from your seat, your coat falling naturally back over your shoulders. felix felt an almost painful reluctance to see you leave, but he didn’t say anything. you’d always been a mystery, always so distant, and he knew better than to push you any further.

just as you reached the door, you paused. felix had already turned to give his attention to something else, but the sudden sound of the note hitting the counter made him stop in his tracks. he looked over to see the small, folded piece of paper sitting neatly on the wood.

you didn’t say anything, didn’t give any indication you’d left it. you just walked out like it was another ordinary night.

felix stood still for a moment, the unfamiliar weight of the note staring back at him from the counter. slowly, he moved over to pick it up, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the paper. the handwriting was clean and neat, the words short but meaningful.

felix, here’s my number. xoxo, y/n

felix’s heart skipped a beat. It was so simple, yet so profound. he looked at the door again, half-expecting you to walk back in, to give some explanation or to make some joke. but the only thing that remained was the soft click of the door closing behind you, leaving only the note and the faint echo of your presence.

a slow smile crept across his face as he stared at the paper, the weight of it settling in. maybe things were just starting to change.