#stray kids felix x reader

[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~”

[hanniebaeee]

Lee Felix

Smut- ❤‍🔥 Fluff- 🐻 Angst- 😿 Suggestive - 💘 Horror/thriller - ☠️ Fantasy - 🧚‍♂️

Butterfly ❤‍🔥🐻

Taste of Love 🐻

Lixie Love ❤‍🔥🐻

Break up? (ft Han) 😿🐻💘

A Love Like This 🐻💘

Meant to be (ft Hyunjin) 😿🐻

Yours ❤‍🔥🐻

Movie Night ❤‍🔥🐻

Lost ☠️❤‍🔥

Cabin in the Woods ☠️🐻

Glow in the Dark 🐻

Tempted ❤‍🔥

The Wedding 🐻💘

The Honeymoon 🐻❤‍🔥

Teddy Bear 🐻❤‍🔥

Lil' Lix 🐻🧚‍♂️

Closer 🐻💘❤‍🔥

Lil' Lix - Christmas Love 🐻🧚‍♂️

Freckles and Brownies 🐻❤‍🔥😿

Neon Heat 🐻💘

Dark Angel ❤️‍🔥🐻

Touch Me ❤️‍🔥🐻

[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)

[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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Fake texts with BFF!StrayKids

When you're shorter than them

HyungLine

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'dress like an angel, act like crazy' an ot8 skz x adhd!reader smau by @cosmicalily

"everyday's a trial, baby." - 'crazy' by le sserafim

author's note: i thought the title was really funny and silly guys >< also this is lowkey my adhd hard launch?? i've mentioned it before but never made a dedicated fic about it . . . #firsttimekindanervous warnings: medication, mentions of mental overload/anxiety, DO NOT TRY JISUNG'S AT HOME, italian brainrot

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[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.

[scarsnfevers]

Bond dreams (18+)

Chapter V of Wolfgang

summary: their scents clung to the air like ghosts, weaving through your thoughts and curling around your senses. You drifted into the quiet streets of Fox River where the mist hugged the pavement and the lamps flickered like watching eyes. But even the stillness, even the faded charm of the town, couldn’t quiet the gnawing hunger of the wolf that stirred within you.

genre: werewolf!chan x werewolf!reader x werewolf!minho x werewolf!changbin, mentions of werewolf!hyunjin & werewolf!seungmin in the beginning

chapter word count: 5,2k

chapter warnings: smut, foursome, oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation

minors do not interact!

Two days.

It had been two days since they stood in your home, their presence still woven into the very bones of the cabin, like a scent you couldn’t scrub clean if you tried. Two days, and yet their traces lingered—faint but stubborn. A breath of clear mountain air, the wild sea and campfire, of sun-warmed skin and wild forests. Two days, and your wolf hadn’t stopped pacing beneath your skin. You understood why. At least part of you did.

Their scents had been heady, unfiltered, something ancient that spoke to the places inside you language could never reach. Their nearness had stirred something more than curiosity; it had rattled something loose. Something hungry. But it wasn’t just that. You kept reminding yourself. It wasn’t just biology. It wasn’t just the coil of instinct, the easy temptation of power and the raw safety that radiated off them in waves. It was the way Chan had watched you like the world might tilt if you looked away. The way Minho had seen you—truly seen you—behind all the careful walls. The way Changbin had smiled, not with expectation or assumption, but with hope. And because of that—because it was more—you needed space.

You needed to breathe.

Which is how you found yourself in Fox River on a soft gray afternoon, your boots crunching across the uneven pavement of the town square, the air brushed with the faintest kiss of rain. Fox River wasn’t much. It had a single main street that cut through the middle like a scar, a handful of side roads that bled off into the trees, and a smattering of stores clinging to life with stubborn pride. Most of the houses were tucked away far beyond the town limits, swallowed by the forests that stretched for miles, wide and wild ....and unforgiving.

It was perfect.

The remoteness had been what drew you here in the first place—what made it feel safe enough to build something new. Even now, weaving through the handful of shops with a worn canvas bag slung over your shoulder, you could feel that sense of rightness hum against your bones. You hadn’t bought much. Some dried herbs. A bar of handmade soap that smelled faintly of mint and pine.

A new kitchen knife, the blade sharp and clean and waiting for the work of your hands. Small things. Necessary things. You told yourself it was enough. You told yourself you felt lighter already. The sun had long slipped behind the trees, leaving the sky a deep, bruised violet, streaked with the last pale traces of day. The world was soft in this hour—edges blurred, colors muted.

It suited you.

You crossed the parking lot toward your truck, the worn soles of your shoes brushing over patches of gravel and grass. Your canvas bag swung gently against your side, the rhythm of your steps steady, familiar. And then you smelled them. You stopped mid-stride, breath catching.

Jasmine. Cedarwood.

The faintest curl of woodsmoke and fresh rain. It hit you like a stone to the ribs—sharp, sudden, vivid enough to drag you backward through memory. The slam of water against glass. The knock at the door. A face half-shadowed by dripping hair, eyes dark, wide and waiting.

The Pizzaboy.

Before you could fully process it, another scent braided through the first—sharper, brighter, almost biting in its sweetness.

Blood orange. Juniper.

New. Unfamiliar.

Your wolf pricked its ears, alert, curious. You lifted your gaze. Two figures stood by a battered sedan a few rows down, caught in the soft, dying light. The one you recognized immediately—the same easy stance, the same mop of messy dark hair. The other was leaner, his posture tighter, more reserved. The Pizzaboy—Hyunjin, you remembered now, though you weren’t sure how—lifted his head first. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.

Then, slowly, he smiled. Cautiously. Hopefully.

You felt it ripple off him—nerves, tangled with something warmer. He started toward you, hands loose at his sides. The other boy hesitated a beat before following, his steps measured, careful. You didn’t move. You let them come.

Close enough now that the scents wrapped around you fully, peeling back the human layers to reveal what your wolf already knew.

Omega.

Beta.

The difference between them and the three who had filled your home was stark, immediate. Their energy was smaller. Not lesser—never that—but quieter. More cautious. More attuned to the careful balance of presence and permission. You softened your stance instinctively, angling your body just slightly sideways, a silent gesture of nonthreat. Your wolf, still keyed high from the memory of the other scents, settled with a faint grumble. Hyunjin stopped a respectful distance away—close enough to speak, far enough that you wouldn’t feel boxed in. “Hey,” he said, voice a little rough, a little shy. “Um… it’s really good to see you again.” You tilted your head, studying him.

The last time you’d seen him, he’d been a dripping, half-drowned thing, standing awkwardly on your porch with a box of pizza and a heart too big for his chest. Now he looked dryer, cleaner, but no less earnest. He shifted his weight, cheeks flushing pink under your gaze.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way,” he added, like you might’ve forgotten. “Yeah, I—” he started, then stopped, laughing under his breath in a way that was self-conscious but genuine. “I guess you already knew that.” You couldn't help but smile, “Yes, I do.” You let your eyes flick to the other boy, who stepped up beside him with a short, almost reluctant nod. “Seungmin,” he said shortly. His voice was even, but his scent betrayed him—wariness sharpened with something like curiosity. Beta, you thought again. You tucked the canvas bag tighter against your hip, letting the quiet stretch just a beat longer than necessary.

Testing. Measuring. They didn’t press. They didn’t push. Good.

You let your mouth curve, just barely. “Y/N,” you said. Simple. Uncomplicated.

Hyunjin’s shoulders loosened visibly at the sound of your voice. The three of you stood there for a moment, the dying twilight wrapping you all in its soft, forgiving light. Not quite strangers. Not quite anything else yet, either. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… tentative. Fragile, maybe. A thread waiting to be tied—or broken.

You shifted your stance again, adjusting the strap of the bag against your shoulder. “You two live around here?” you asked, voice low, nonchalant. Hyunjin nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. Just outside town. Toward the north side.” His hand moved absently, as if gesturing to something only he could see. Seungmin gave a small shrug, his thumb hooking into the strap of the worn backpack slung over his shoulder. “Pretty far out,” he added. “Most of us are. It’s quieter.” You hummed under your breath, a small sound of agreement. You understood better than most why wolves stayed away from the clustered mess of human life. It was easier on the senses. Easier on the instincts.

Hyunjin tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, glancing sideways at Seungmin before daring another step closer. “You, uh—” he started, then cleared his throat. “You settling in alright?” You caught the edge underneath the words. Not just small talk. Something deeper.

The unspoken currents of pack, of territory, of belonging. The ache in your chest stirred again—faint, but there.

You thought of the cabin, still steeped in the scent of Alphas who had made the walls feel smaller without even trying. You let yourself smile, just a little. “I’m getting there.” Hyunjin’s shoulders eased at your answer, though a thread of nerves still clung to him, light and jittery.

“We’re, um…” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to Seungmin for backup. Seungmin shifted slightly, his stance relaxing as he picked up the thread Hyunjin struggled to find. “We’re part of the same pack,” he said simply. “The one Chan leads.”

At the sound of the name, something inside you settled. No surprise. Only a quiet click of understanding.

Of course.

The way their scents carried that same steady undertone. The way they moved—with a quiet deference, but also a tether, invisible and strong, to something bigger than themselves. You gave a slow nod, letting your expression remain easy, open. There was no need to press further. Some things didn’t need to be said out loud. “I figured,” you said, voice low, almost amused. Hyunjin’s lips twitched into a shy smile, and Seungmin gave a small, approving nod, as if pleased you hadn’t made it awkward. For a beat, the three of you stood there, the evening stretching soft and golden around you, the first hints of night curling at the edges of the sky.

No tension. No pressure.

Just the fragile weight of something new, hanging in the warm, drifting air. And for the first time in days, the restless pull of your wolf eased, just a little. Not enough to forget. But enough to breathe.

Hyunjin shifted again, his fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket, like he was gathering courage. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, wide and earnest. “So—” he began, then gave a soft huff of breath, as if deciding there was no delicate way to say it. “Changbin mentioned... he invited you to run with us?” You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift, but nodded once, slow and steady. The memory of that moment—Changbin’s mischievous grin, the spark in his dark eyes—flickered through you like the brush of a hand. "Yes, that's right," you paused for a moment before nodding. “That’s... great,” Hyunjin said, and it sounded like he meant it. But then he hesitated, the smile faltering just slightly around the edges. Hyunjin pressed on, his voice softer now. “It’s just— We’re not sure yet if... we’ll be part of it.” You tilted your head slightly, curiosity sparking.

Seungmin cleared his throat, a rough little sound, and when he spoke, there was a tightness in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Bringing someone new into the pack,” he said, “it’s... tricky sometimes.” Not hostile. Not unkind. Just honest. And maybe a little afraid. The way wolves always danced around the edges of newness, testing the air, testing each other. Old instincts, older than language. You felt your wolf stir in acknowledgment, the part of you that understood the push and pull of belonging better than words ever could. You let the silence stretch for a beat, letting them see you weren’t angered.

That you understood. Then you smiled again—small, but real. A flicker of warmth through the cooling air.

“I get it,” you said quietly. “No hard feelings.”

And you meant it.

Because some things, the important things, couldn’t be rushed. Not loyalty. Not trust. Not the slow, inevitable weaving of something real. Hyunjin exhaled, the sound almost a laugh, like he hadn’t realized until just now that he’d been holding his breath. Seungmin shifted again, like the ground beneath his feet still wasn’t entirely steady, but some of the sharp edges in his posture softened. The sky above you deepened into violet and indigo, the last scraps of daylight bleeding away into the waiting arms of night. And somehow, standing there with them, the world didn’t feel quite so heavy.

Hyunjin offered you another smile, softer this time, tinged with something that looked a lot like relief. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the movement almost boyish.

But before he could speak, something changed.

You saw it — the way both guys tensed, just barely. A flicker across their shoulders, a tightening at the edges. As if they had heard something you hadn’t.

Something silent.

A summons threading through the cooling evening air. Hyunjin’s head tilted slightly, as if listening. Seungmin’s nostrils flared, muscles taut beneath his jacket like a wire drawn tight. The moment passed in a heartbeat, but it left a ripple in its wake — a vibration against your senses, a shift you couldn’t name. Hyunjin turned back to you, his smile apologetic now, tinged with something close to regret. “Well,” he said, voice low, hurried, but still sincere, “I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.” Beside him, Seungmin gave a short nod, more reserved, but the glint in his eyes was genuine. “It was good meeting you.” Seungmin said, his voice a little rough, like he wasn’t used to quick goodbyes. You smiled at them both — a small, honest thing — and tucked the fabric of your tote bag more securely into the crook of your elbow.

“Yeah,” you said. “You too.”

Hyunjin lifted a hand in a little wave, Seungmin offering a brief tilt of his chin in farewell. Without another word, they turned away, steps quickening as they crossed the parking lot toward their car, parked near the tree line.

You watched them go. The echo of their presence lingered — a soft pressure in the air, a ripple across your senses.

You let out a breath you hadn’t meant to hold and turned toward your car. The parking lot was nearly empty now, save for a few scattered vehicles gleaming under the streetlights. The sun was gone, swallowed by the horizon, leaving the sky draped in deep purples and bruised blues.

Your boots scuffed quietly against the asphalt as you walked, the tote bag bumping lightly against your side. Behind you, the sounds of town slipped away — the murmur of distant conversation, the dull thud of a door closing somewhere. The ordinary, familiar sounds of Fox River settling into night.

And yet—

You couldn’t shake it.

Couldn’t leave the feeling behind so easily, no matter how many steps you took. Their scents still clung faintly to your skin, carried in the folds of your jacket. The weight of their cautious hope, their guarded trust, pressed against your ribs like a secret you weren’t ready to put down yet. You reached your car, unlocking it with a soft beep. The sound was oddly loud in the gathering quiet.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you set the tote bag down beside you, fingers lingering on the worn fabric a moment longer than necessary. You closed the door, shutting out the cool night air — but not the heaviness that had settled somewhere deep inside your chest.

You started the engine. The radio crackled to life, a low murmur of static and half-formed melodies. You didn’t turn it off. Didn’t turn it up, either. You just sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, breathing in the remnants of twilight and something else.

Something new. Something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

And then, with a quiet exhale, you pulled out of the lot and drove into the deepening night, the lights of Fox River dwindling behind you like the last embers of a fire.

The night fell softly around you, wrapping the cabin in a hush that felt thick enough to touch. The kind of quiet that made even the old floorboards seem reluctant to creak. Inside, it was warm — the rich, toasty kind of warmth that seeps into your bones after a long day of pretending you weren’t still the new girl in town.

You'd made yourself a cup of tea — the real stuff too, none of that half-hearted herbal nonsense — and claimed the battered couch as your kingdom. A knitted throw was tangled around your legs, soft and slightly fraying at the edges, just the way you liked it. The TV flickered across the small living room, casting shifting shadows across the wood-paneled walls.

'The Vampire Diaries' played in front of you — a show you'd seen enough times to quote entire episodes, though that never stopped you from watching it again. Something about the reckless drama, the impossible hair, and the serious lack of unattractive people made it the perfect background noise for nights like this. You sipped your tea — careful, because you’d already scorched your tongue once tonight — and let yourself sink deeper into the cushions.

On screen, Damon was doing his brooding thing. Elena was being all soft-eyed and complicated. And Stefan... well. Stefan was brooding too, but with more guilt. Classic.

You found yourself smiling against the rim of your mug. Seriously — what was it about these actors? Had the casting director just raided the nearest magazine shoot and called it a day? It was borderline offensive. Not a single bad hair day between them. No one looking vaguely puffy or uneven under the harsh lighting. It was like the universe had decided some people just got to win the genetic lottery twice. You huffed a soft laugh, setting your mug down on the end table with a soft clink. Unfair didn’t even cover it.

Your gaze drifted from the screen, caught somewhere between the flickering images and the steady crackle of the heater kicking on. And like a thread tugging loose, your mind wandered. You thought, not for the first time, of them.

Of Chan’s quiet, grounding presence.

Of Minho’s sharp eyes.

Of Changbin’s warm laugh, wrapping around you like a sweater you didn’t realize you needed.

And, unexpectedly —

Hyunjin.

The thought brushed past you like the flick of a feather, soft and uninvited. You blinked, shoulders shifting under the blanket. Hyunjin’s face — wide, honest eyes and that slightly crooked grin, like he wasn't quite sure if he should be smiling yet — surfaced in your mind’s eye with an ease that was almost suspicious. You snorted quietly to yourself.

Seriously?

One polite conversation and you were already handing out mental screen time like candy? Your wolf stirred inside you, a low, lazy stretch that buzzed faintly against your skin. Not a growl, not a snap — just a slow, content hum.

Approval.

The kind that made the corners of your mouth tug upward against your will. Traitor, you thought at it mildly. But you weren’t fooling either of you. You shook your head, more amused than anything else, and reached for your tea again. The mug was warm against your palms, grounding in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine and everything to do with the simple, stubborn comfort of small rituals.

Hot drink. TV. Warm blanket. Simple. Safe.

And yet—

You sipped slowly, letting the steam curl up against your face, and acknowledged — if only silently — that maybe, just maybe, reality wasn’t such a terrible place to be after all. Especially not when it included the possibility of new faces. New laughter. New belonging, however tentative and delicate it might still be.

On the TV, some new plot twist unfurled — betrayal, heartbreak, another completely unnecessary shirtless scene (not that you were complaining) — but you barely noticed.

Your mind was elsewhere.

Caught between the scent of jasmine still clinging faintly to your jacket, the lingering warmth of cautious smiles, and the not-so-quiet agreement of the wild thing coiled comfortably beneath your ribs. The thing that knew better than you did sometimes. The thing that whispered of pack and belonging and the dizzy, dangerous sweetness of being known. You exhaled slowly, blowing a ripple across the surface of your tea, and let yourself sink back against the couch. For now, this was enough.

Warmth. Laughter.

The distant promise of something more. You smiled to yourself again — a small, secret thing — and let the night close around you, soft and full of possibility.

The world blurred into soft twilight.

The television's light flickered faintly across the living room, forgotten, as your breathing grew slower, deeper. You shifted once beneath your blanket, the warmth cocooning you, and a drowsy sigh escaped your lips.

Sleep welcomed you like an old lover — gentle, patient, inevitable. The edges of reality softened, melted away, and the moment your consciousness slipped free, something inside you stirred.

It started with a scent — sharp, wild, masculine.

It curled around you like smoke, teasing, tempting, pulling you deeper. You floated, weightless, until the world reformed around you, vivid and dreamlike. You were no longer in your living room. You stood barefoot in a clearing bathed in silver moonlight, the grass cool beneath your feet. The air was thick, almost humming, heavy with unseen promise.

Before you could move, before you could even breathe properly, you felt them. Not saw — felt. The slow, magnetic pull of them, like gravity itself had shifted to center around you.

Chan.

Minho.

Changbin.

Their names whispered themselves across your mind, soft as a lover’s sigh. They didn’t approach you as much as they materialized — stepping through the shadows like the inevitable force they were, each movement fluid, predatory, beautiful. Their eyes burned into yours, dark and endless, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

You couldn’t run. You wouldn’t.

Your wolf within you keened, pushing you forward, pushing you toward them — toward home.

Chan reached you first.

There was no hesitation — only the slow, deliberate slide of his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up to his. The simple contact set your skin aflame. Minho came next, circling you like a slow orbit, his hand grazing the bare skin at the small of your back, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. Changbin’s presence was a weight at your side, solid and sure, his gaze pinning you in place more effectively than any hand could.

You were surrounded. Caged. Cherished.

You trembled — not in fear, but in anticipation so thick it tasted metallic on your tongue.

The first kiss was like a spark.

Soft.

Tentative. As if asking permission. But the second was deeper — demanding — and you surrendered without a fight. Hands slid over you, reverent and greedy at once. Mouths mapped the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbone, the sensitive hollow behind your ear. Clothes dissolved from your body, as natural and inevitable as the tide pulling sand from the shore. You were bared before them, every inch of your skin tingling under their worshipful touch. Chan’s mouth trailed down your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point with exquisite care. Minho’s fingers brushed the underside of your breast, teasing, while his gaze — hooded and dark — never left yours. Changbin pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist, then your hipbone, then lower still, each touch branding you in ways you would never recover from.

They didn’t rush you. Didn’t overwhelm. They unfolded you.

Patiently.

Ruthlessly.

You gasped as strong hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, spreading you open to their hungry eyes. One of them — you couldn’t tell who anymore — pressed a slow, lazy kiss between your legs, and your body arched off the ground in a helpless, instinctive offering. Their mouths worked in concert — licking, kissing, tasting — until you were nothing but sound and light, trembling and begging in a language made only of moans and whispered names.

Fingers slid into you — slow, thick, unrelenting — while another mouth suckled at your clit with devastating precision. You cried out, sharp and broken, and were immediately soothed by soft kisses against your stomach, your breasts, your throat. They murmured to you — soft, low, unintelligible — but you understood the meaning instinctively.

Ours.

The orgasm built inside you like a living thing, clawing at your insides, desperate to be released. And when it came, it tore through you violently — your back arching, your fingers digging into strong shoulders, your cries echoing into the humid, heavy night. But the dream did not end.

Your body was passed from one set of arms to the next, each touch grounding you even as it ignited you all over again. Hands skimmed your thighs, thumbs brushing your nipples until they ached. Tongues traced lazy patterns across your skin, making you shiver, making you sob with want.

One of them — Minho, you thought — entered you with a slow, devastating roll of his hips, and your body welcomed him instinctively, slick and eager.

Another — Chan, maybe — kissed you deeply, swallowing your broken gasps, stroking your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

Changbin’s hand wrapped around your throat — not tight, just enough to make you feel his strength, his control — as he whispered filth and praise into your ear.

You lost yourself in them completely. In the rhythm.

The heat.

The sounds of skin against skin, gasps and growls, the wet slap of bodies colliding in frantic, desperate need. You came again, each orgasm crashing into you with almost painful intensity, leaving you shaking, crying, begging for more.

And they gave it.

When you could no longer move, they moved for you — lifting you, adjusting you, guiding you until you were lying boneless and sated among them, their bodies still tangled with yours, their skin damp against your own.

Someone — Chan, you thought — kissed your temple. Another — Minho, maybe — pressed a hand low against your abdomen, as if claiming you even now. Changbin’s hand traced lazy circles along your thigh, grounding you to this impossible, perfect moment.

The world began to blur again, softening at the edges, the sensations dissolving into light and warmth. You floated, weightless once more, their names echoing through your mind like a promise.

Yours.

Forever.

The world peeled away in slow, trembling layers.

You surfaced from sleep with a soft, broken gasp, your body shivering beneath the thin blanket thrown haphazardly over you. The living room was dark now, save for the faint, flickering glow of the television screen, its muted light casting restless shadows along the walls.

For a moment, you didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Your heart hammered violently against your ribs, so loud you were almost sure it could be heard beyond the four walls of your apartment. Your skin was flushed and oversensitive, every inch of you tingling with phantom touches that no longer existed. You lay there, dazed, the remnants of the dream still thick and cloying in your mind.

Fragments clung to you — the press of strong hands, the scrape of teeth against your throat, the low, reverent growls against your skin. Heat pooled low in your belly, vivid and humiliatingly real. You squeezed your eyes shut, as if the darkness behind your lids could somehow erase the memory. But it was useless.

The sensations were burned into you, stitched into the very fabric of your being, and they refused to be forgotten.

You shifted beneath the blanket, your thighs brushing together, and a soft, helpless whimper escaped your throat at the sudden rush of remembered pleasure.

Gods, what had that been?

A dream — just a dream — and yet it had felt more vivid, more real, than anything you had ever experienced awake. The faces floated before your mind’s eye — Chan, Minho, Changbin — their touches, their mouths, their bodies moving against yours in a rhythm older than time itself. Your inner wolf stirred sluggishly inside you, dragging herself up from the depths where she usually slept. She pressed against you, nuzzling insistently, her emotions raw and simple: longing, frustration, hunger.

You shook your head sharply, more to silence yourself than her, and forced your sluggish limbs into motion. The television’s faint buzz filled the heavy silence, a low drone that seemed impossibly loud in your heightened state.

You reached for the remote with a hand that trembled slightly, switching it off with a muted click. Darkness swallowed the room, thick and absolute. Only the faint silver of the moon, peeking through the half-closed curtains, offered any illumination now.

You sat there for a moment longer, staring blankly at the blackened screen, your body still humming with aftershocks you couldn’t will away.

Finally, with a soft, frustrated sigh, you pushed yourself upright. Your legs wobbled slightly as you stood, and you pressed a hand to the back of the couch to steady yourself. The cool wood against your palm grounded you somewhat, anchoring you to the present. It didn’t help nearly enough. Your skin still burned, still remembered — phantom hands still traced your body, mapping every secret place as if you belonged to them. You shuffled toward your bedroom, your steps slow and heavy, the quiet thud of your bare feet against the floor the only sound in the hush of the apartment. Your wolf whined softly inside you, rubbing against the edges of your mind, stubborn and restless.

You crossed the threshold into your bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp. Soft, golden light spilled across the room, gentle and forgiving.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror — flushed cheeks, tousled hair, eyes still wide and glassy with unshed emotion.

You barely recognized yourself.

You looked…Awakened. Marked.

Shaking your head again — more desperately this time — you peeled off your clothes with clumsy fingers. The fabric stuck to your overheated skin, and the cool kiss of the air against your bare body made you shudder.

You grabbed the nearest oversized shirt — one of your favorites, soft and worn — and pulled it over your head, the familiar scent of home doing little to soothe the ache lodged deep within you.

Still trembling slightly, you crawled into bed.

The sheets were cool against your flushed skin, and you buried yourself beneath them, curling onto your side with a soft, involuntary sigh. You closed your eyes tightly, willing sleep to take you again — but this time, gently, dreamlessly. But it wasn’t that easy.

Every time you drifted near the edges of unconsciousness, the dream resurfaced. The scrape of stubble against your thigh. The low, possessive growl of your name. The heavy, relentless press of bodies against yours.

Your wolf was relentless, tossing those images back at you like sparks from a fire, fanning the embers that still glowed too bright inside you.

You groaned quietly, pressing your face into your pillow. You weren’t naive. You understood what this meant. Bond dreams didn’t happen without reason. Not with this kind of intensity. Not with this kind of… inevitability. Your soul had recognized theirs. And part of you — the deep, feral part you usually kept locked away — had already decided.

They are ours.

The thought was terrifying. And exhilarating. And completely, utterly impossible to ignore.

You lay there, heart pounding, breath shallow, listening to the sound of your own racing pulse in the dark. You should have been angry. Confused. Scared. But mostly, you felt…

Empty.

Lonely.

Like something inside you had been touched — awakened — only to be left aching and hollow in its absence.

You curled tighter into yourself, pulling the blanket over your head like it could somehow shield you from your own mind.

Sleep came eventually, not as a peaceful embrace, but as a slow, grudging surrender. And even then, somewhere in the murky depths of your dreams, you could still feel them — warm, strong, waiting.

Calling you home.

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pairing: felix x afab!reader

genre: just plain ol' smut

wc: 890

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

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you had lee felix right where you wanted him.

bare chest pressed down into the foam mattress underneath you,

small fingers pressing red circles into your knees,

mouth open and fit perfectly around your cunt,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊fin.

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[hyunjinsjeans]

He Knows (Felix ver.)

Han ver. | Seungmin ver. | I.N ver.

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Synopsis: After Felix drops several hints that he wants to take the next step in your relationship and is met with your negative answers, a certain event causes you to suddenly realize you will never be truly ready, so why wait? And why make him wait any longer?

Type: Fluff 🧸, female reader 💃

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of children in precarious conditions. Lazily proofread.

Word count: 2075

AN: For someone who swears to be Hyunjin biased, I have to admit little mr sunshine himself does things to me and my brain chemistry and this is evidence of it. I think it turned out pretty cute, let me know your thoughts. Please enjoy!!

You walked the busy streets with a sense of accomplishment, you and Felix had had a wonderful couple of days in Australia already after you decided to schedule the entire trip with Felix to make the most of both of your free time. First, would be a week with Unicef and a week in Australia to see his family. 

It wasn’t easy being a public figure dating an idol. You were used to some degree of fame, appearing in a couple of tv shows. Your big break came after you began dating Felix, but by the time he communicated to his fans that he had been seeing someone and wanted to marry them you were a well established actress. In a way it was insane that he actually asked his fans if it was okay to get married, but you understood idol culture was a completely different ball to being an actress. 

Fortunately, you managed to land bigger and better roles. The exposure had you at a place where you were able to give back to others, so when Felix talked about donating to his favorite charities it came easy to take his advice and look at causes that felt close to you. Which landed you at a child protection center in Madagascar. 

You and Felix recorded each other all throughout the trip, from the moment you walked into the airport back in Korea to the moment you first met with the center director. It was not an easy thing to do, Felix had been on a couple of these trips before so we had a better understanding of what he was doing. You spent most of your time helping in different areas of the center, Felix was with the doctors in the morning and you were in the classrooms with the teachers and children in the meantime. 

It was rough to look at the lives of the children at the center, to watch the tests they had done come back with less than average results. You ended up crying in Felix’s arms the very first night after you spent part of the afternoon helping feed babies with special nutritious formulas and purées. Although you had a hard time in the beginning, you pulled through and found yourself having a harder time leaving the center.

Your talents in the classrooms had quickly made you a friend of most of the children, who liked to play with you and Felix. For the seven days you were there most of the time you managed to interact with one another was spent with a child in your arms. Felix made little effort to hide how much he loved seeing your maternal side, how you cooed at the youngest ones and teased the older ones, how you braiding the girls’ hair and playing football with the boys made his heart swell with love and pride to know one day you would give all that to your children.

He found you cute in how you would encourage the girls with crushes on him, one day even helping a small group make him little love letters (which he packed carefully in his suitcase). On the other hand the boys would run around behind you, asking for a kiss on their cheek or giving you compliments to get you to pat their heads or give them some form of affection, which you had given out freely to all the little ones since day one. 

Saying goodbye had been hard, Felix felt as if he was stealing you away from the youngest kids. You held the babies until the last possible moment, there were two girls; one was only eight months old and fighting to get into a decent weight, the other was a one year old in a similar situation. Felix offered his goodbyes too, both of you promising to return as soon as your busy life allowed it. 

The next stop in your trip was Australia. You spent more than an entire day getting there but managed to arrive successfully, tired and jet lagged. You walked out the gates hand in hand. Puffy eyes, sleepy faces but all smiles.

Felix's family was waiting, all happy smiles and bright attitudes. 

His parents had always been nice to you, reminding you a lot of your own family, Felix’s sisters were shy around you since they did not know you too well but still joked and talked to you a bit. Part of the reason for the trip was because you wanted to get more well acquainted with your husband’s family. 

“Oh, how was it?” Felix’s mom asked the moment she held you, right after hugging her son. 

“It was interesting,” her son commented, “those kids are wonderful, the people running the center are doing an amazing job.”

You echoed his words, adding “yes! It can be so hard too, they have this small hospital, a school and a kitchen… It’s really a lot.”

Felix’s parents guided you outside to their car while you talked. Felix did not let go of his chance to praise you in front of his parents. 

“Our Y/N here was a hit with the kids,” he told his mother, his hand squeezing your hand as an amused smile reached his eyes. “I was worried the boys were going to ask you to marry them.” 

You laughed at his words and leaned your head on his shoulder. “You’re one to talk, how many Ms. Felix did we leave behind?”

He chuckled at that, remembering the letters in his bag. You had gone through them in the plane, they were adorable and some of them had intricate details. 

“Oh, I’m not surprised…” his sisters giggled behind you, “he’s always had fans anywhere he goes.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Felix put his free hand up, “I’ve only got one Ms. Felix.”

During dinner you showed everyone some of the pictures from the trip, by then you had both freshened up and had a short nap. Eating your mother-in-law's warm homemade food made both of you finally feel relaxed and this made it so that you could have a good conversation with everyone at the table. It seemed although Felix’s siblings were still shy around you, they sensed your openness and were eager to ask more about yourself. When they first met you, they had been somewhat starstruck. To you, that was wild because you were nowhere near as famous as their brother - who they loved to tease and play with, so you were pleased this time that you could talk about how much you enjoyed listening to a certain artist, indulging on makeup tutorials on youtube and how you were a terrible baker, telling them the sad story of your last baking fail (it was a batch of coconut cookies that never saw the light of day, partially because you almost burned the place down). 

Once you and Felix were back in your small rental for the week, Felix let his slim arm fall over your shoulders. You giggled as you felt him swing his body from side to side as if he was drunk. By instinct or perhaps by force of habit, your hand grabbed his that was left hanging above your shoulder, your free arm wrapped around your blond husband’s waist. 

“Aw, what will I do with you?” You wondered in a dramatic tone. 

He smiled right in your direction, his eyes turned to the ceiling and he touched his chin with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“You could lay me down on the sofa, or have a baby?” He shrugged, gaze darting back to you. 

“Be so for real right now…” You huffed, squeezing his hand. 

If you had to be honest, you felt bad for shutting him down so many times in the past six months or so. He was not joking, you knew he started disguising it as a joke because you had said no plenty times before. You felt overwhelmed the first time he asked, then the second you were in the middle of staying calm while waiting to hear if you had gotten a role (you did!), then the third time you were worried about being too busy… every time he asked there was something in your mind that went “ah, no because…” 

It did not go unnoticed by either of you how this time, you had no excuse. 

“Y/N?” He straightened up in your embrace and stopped fooling around. 

You said nothing. 

He slid in your field of vision, as you had stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the living room. Your arms almost dropped to your sides as you stared ahead in wonder. 

Why is your mind blank? You cannot think of anything other than how unprepared you had been on your first day at the center. How you still reached for the babies and held the kids’ hands to let them guide you as you ran behind them to their favorite spots in the makeshift playground. How your heart felt so full of love it was as if it could burst anytime Felix expressed exactly how honored he would be to have you make him a dad. 

He bent his knees to look down at you, “are you alright? Did you fall asleep with your eyes open?” 

The blond swiped his hand in front of your face. 

“Love?”

You felt tears prick at your eyes when you looked up at him. The clouds in your mind had suddenly cleared and you were thankful you had his freckles to focus on before your eyes met his. 

“I will.” You blurted out, “I want to.”

Felix’s brow furrowed, worry about not understanding you filled his chest. 

“You want to… what?”

You blinked, tears spilling from your eyes. Your hands reached to wipe them, but his tender ones beat you to it. You allowed him to clean your face before you held on to his hands. 

“Felix, I am not ready. I don’t think I will ever be… but I want to have your baby.”

He held your gaze for an entire minute, both of you allowed for the silence to settle and your words fell into place where they belonged. Felix’s worried frown softened, his hands ran down your frame like water flowing down a waterfall and he held you close to his body. The warmth and vibrant scent of ginger and cedar wrapped around you. Before the sound reached your ears you could feel the vibrations on his chest, he let out an airy laugh as he rested his chin on your head. 

“I thought you had gone insane for a moment,” he chuckled now but he quieted himself and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry if I’ve pushed you, love…” 

You pulled away from him, fistfuls of his shirt bunched up between your fingers. “No, no, no! You haven’t pushed me!”

Felix stared at your hands and you let go of his shirt while speaking, flattening the fabric. 

“I think I was scared. I love you too much to mess up,” you admitted in a low voice, “I kept thinking of all the things that could make it not work. All the reasons why I could disappoint you… in the end, we’ve done hard things together and we were not ready for them, but we are together.” 

Felix nodded his head along and let you finish. 

“I know how bad you want this, and you know there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” You reached up and smiled as your thumb went over the side of his face. “Besides, you can’t do it without me!” You offered him a bright smile, instantly adding, “please don’t do it without me!”

Your husband laughed, looking away at your panicked last sentence. He nodded and kissed your cheek. 

“I would never do it without you,” he whispered in your ear. “My family is going to go insane if we have a boy, I assure you.”

You tilted your head back arching your brow, “do we want to make them go insane?” 

Felix looked up in fake thought before shaking his head no, “I would prefer to make you insane.”

With that he pulled you up in his arms and started walking down the hall to the bedroom. 

“Right now?! You maniac!” you yelled but there was a big smile on your face. Butterflies dancing in your stomach. 

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[lilykatelyn-blog]

How do you think Felix and hyunjin will react of the girl they like is clueless about their feelings? Or is just preoccupied to notice

OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS. So I feel like Felix and Hyunjin would be so so pouty.

Like, they’d be walking and they’d see reader and they’d be winking at them and smiling and I feel like Felix would tell Hyunjin to go get reader something to drink if reader looked tired.

and after months and months of pining, I feel like Hyunjin would want to go up to reader and whine and tell them about his and Felix’s crush on them but Felix would tell him not to and be the voice of reason.

Felix would eventually take Hyunjin up and both of them would confess after months of pouting and they’d figure it out from there I guess

[hannamoon143]

Next to me

lee felix x fem. reader

not proofread!

"I wanted to go visit lix today, wanna come with me?"

"Oh, sorry we already made plans together, didn't he tell you?"

"...Y/n... Are you okay?"

You were so excited to finally come home. Today it was cold and windy outside, and your boss yelled at you for something you didn’t even do. You felt like the day couldn’t get worse when it also started to rain all of a sudden and you didn’t have an umbrella. Oh but the whole day you could still be excited for when you’d come home. Felix had said he’d come over after work, and that you could do a movie night with your comfort drama.

With a big smile on your lips you finally opened the door to your apartment, quickly slipping off your shoes and coat. Felix already came to the door to greet you. His smile seemed to be even brighter than yours, and he came up to you and opened his arms. Without hesitation you stepped into his warm embrace, nuzzling your head into his neck. „Had a good day at work angel?“ He asked, swaying you around a bit. „Not really, it was kinda rough.“ You mumbled, closing your eyes and inhaling your boyfriends sweet scent.

„Hmm, if your day was rough you deserve princess treatment now.“ He said, and suddenly scooped you into his arms. You broke out into a fit of giggles, fighting him, but not really. He chuckled too, giving you a light, tender kiss on the forehead. Then, with you in his arms like a bride, he was walking into the living room, where your favorite candle was burning, and a fluffy blanket waiting. Softly, felix sat you down on the couch, settling down next to you. Felix tucked the blanket around you, and started the tv. You nuzzled into his side, already feeling a bit sleepy. But suddenly you got shaken entirely awake again, by your phone ringing. You took it out your pocket, but felix turned to you with suddenly sad eyes. „Please don’t pick up.“

„Why sunshine?“ you mumbled, brushing a few strands of hair out his face.

„Just…don’t, okay?“

You sighed and laid your phone on the beside table. Felix again pressed a kiss to your forehead. „It’s better like this, love.“ He added, but his attention was fully on the tv again.

You wondered a bit what got into him but decided not to question it further. Probably he just didn’t want you to get engrossed into work again, how you always did when you got a message from work. So as felix started the drama you laid your head on hi schest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing tiny kisses to your head once a while, a habit he one day just got used to.

„Hey want to go to the beach tomorrow?“ He murmured next to your ear.

You smiled, looking up at him. „That is so random but, to be honest it sounds really nice. But only if it’s okay with the boys.“

„Of course, i’ll just take a day off.“

You caressed his cheek gently, and then pressed a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

And this moment felt perfect, how so many others with felix. Just him, and his comforting presence in your apartment, with the tv softly playing in the background. After a while your eyes got heavy, and slowly you fell asleep. The last thing you remembered was the boy quietly smiling, and giving you a kiss on the forehead again, tender and loving just like him.

The next morning you woke up, feeling unusual cold. As you opened your eyes you saw that you must have fallen asleep in the living room. Soon you remembered the previous night and smiled to yourself. You looked around, but felix was nowhere in sight. You called for him, once, twice, but no answer. Probably an emergency at the company again, or he was getting his stuff from the dorms for the beach. You sat up, taking your phone with a yawn. There was a missed call from chan and a few messages. That had to be the call from yesterday.

You got dressed quickly, getting a mug of coffee and then you called him back. You were best friends, since you had gotten closer because of felix, but you had no idea what he could have wanted yesterday night.

After a few ringings he picked up.

„Hey y/n…“ his voice sounded drained, and sad. Probably he overworked himself again, and tried to finish something over the night. Felix always hated when he did that, working too much so he could be a good leader to the boys.

„Hey chris! What’s up?“ you said, trying not to sound concerned.

„So… i wanted to go visit lix today, wanna come with me? I’d ask the boys, but i don’t know, i somehow feel like it would be just… you got time?“

„Oh sorry channie, but felix and I already have plans today, didn’t he tell you?“

A long silence followed. Did you say something wrong?

„…Y/n… are you okay…?“

You were confused. What was going on with him? He was only talking weird stuff, it didn’t seem like him. Was he really so overworked that he couldn’t think straight?

„Channie, you’re scaring me, why wouldn’t i be okay?“ you spoke into your phone, sounding unsure.

„Y/n, god you are the one scaring me. Did you drink or something?“

 „Chan, what… i don’t know what you are talking about, you are seriously scaring me now, maybe you should get some sleep.“ You told him, shaking your head.

„Y/n… you really don’t remember?“ he said, his voice small, and unusually quiet. He was never like this, was there something that slipped your mind? Did you have plans or something?

„I don’t know… Did we have plans or something? Felix didn’t say anything either yesterday. We wanted to go to the beach today…“

You heard a short gasp on the other side of the phone.

„What do you mean yesterday?“ Chan sounded terrified, the horror in his voice made you feel really uneasy, and a lump formed in your stomach.

„He was over at my apartment, and we…-“

„Y/n.“ Chans voice cut you off. It confused you only more. This was probably some prank or maybe chan was mad at you, you had not other explanation for why-

„Felix is dead three months already, what do you mean yesterday?"

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[ardentlydekka]

by the way felix just loves to admire you. when you’re laying in bed together he’ll watch the slow rising and falling of your chest as you sleep and trail his long fingers along your cheekbone and just think about how lucky he is to have you.

[hansmic]

𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁

felix x gn! reader

summary:

You are convinced that love isn’t for you , but a one of your closet friends insist on trying to set you up with someone. A match turns into an unexpected romance. What are the twists and turns that lead them to fall in love?

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 1.7k

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You've always been convinced that love wasn't meant for you. You've seen your friends go through their own relationship dramas, and you were perfectly content being single. But one of your closest friends was relentless in trying to set you up on a blind date with someone they claimed was "perfect" for you.

At first, you were hesitant, resisting their efforts to change your mind. You were used to your comfortable life alone. But your friend was determined, insisting that you at least give it a shot.

"Just one date, please?" they pleaded. "You might actually enjoy yourself, and who knows, this person might be the one for you."

You still weren't convinced, but their relentless persistence wore you down. Finally, you agreed to go on the date just to put an end to their nagging.

The day of the date arrives, and you're feeling a mix of nervousness and annoyance. You begrudgingly dress for the occasion, trying to look your best but still questioning why you're even doing this. You meet your friend who seems more excited for the date than you are.

As you arrive at the venue, your friend leads you inside and you notice a man sitting at a table, his back towards you. He's dressed neatly, his blonde hair contrasting against the crisp blue jacket he's wearing. Your friend whispers in your ear. "That's him. Don't blow it."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you approach the table. The man looks up as you sit down, and you're taken aback by the soft, charming smile that spreads across his face. His eyes are a deep, rich brown, and they're currently locked onto yours.

"Hi, you must be y/n," he says, his voice warm and friendly. "I'm Felix."

You manage a small nod, still feeling a little overwhelmed by the situation. "Hi," you reply, your voice a little shaky.

Felix seems to sense your nerves and he gives you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm just as nervous as you are," he says with a chuckle. "This whole blind date thing is a little awkward, huh?"

You can't help but let out a small laugh in response. His honesty and easy-going nature are putting you at ease. "Yeah, it is," you admit. "But I guess we just have to see where it goes, right?"

Felix nods in agreement. "Exactly. Let's just have a good time and get to know each other," he says. "So, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"

The conversation continues and you find yourself opening up to him, despite the initial reservations you had about the date. He seems genuinely interested in getting to know you, and his charm and wit are making it hard to resist.

As the night goes on, the conversation flows effortlessly between you two. You find yourself laughing and enjoying his company, even catching yourself getting lost in his warm gaze.

Hours pass, and you realize that you haven't checked your phone once. Normally, you would be looking for a way out of the date, but with Felix, things feel different.

Finally, as the night comes to an end, Felix looks at you with a smile. "I had a really great time tonight," he says. "Can I see you again?"

You're taken aback by his directness, but there's a part of you that's hoping for this outcome. You nod, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "I'd like that," you reply, surprised by your own words.

Felix's eyes light up at your response, and he leans in closer. "Good, because I was hoping you'd say that," he says. "There's something about you that I can't quite explain, but I really want to get to know you better."

As you say goodnight and part ways, you're left with a sense of excitement and anticipation. You thought that love wasn't meant for you, but this date has sparked something in you that you didn't expect.

The next few days pass by in a blur. You find yourself thinking about Felix more and more, his smile and his warmth lingering in your thoughts.

Your friend approaches you with a knowing glint in their eye, asking how the date went. You're hesitant to share your growing feelings, but ultimately, you can't keep it a secret. You tell them that you had a great time, and that you're actually considering seeing Felix again. Their eyes widen in surprise and they give you a sly grin. "I knew it!" they exclaim. "I knew he'd win you over."

Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself eagerly anticipating the next time you'll see Felix. You message each other frequently, and each conversation fuels your growing feelings for him. You learn more about him, and every little detail only makes you like him more.

Your next date arrives, and as you meet up with Felix again, the chemistry between you two feels undeniable. You find yourselves falling into an easy rhythm, laughing and talking as if you've known each other for years. As the night wears on, you find your hand gently resting on his arm, and you feel a spark of electricity at the contact.

The night ends, but this time, there's no hesitation in saying goodbye. You can sense that Felix feels the same way you do. As he walks you to your car, he takes your hand in his, his thumb gently stroking yours. "I can't wait to see you again," he says, his eyes locked onto yours.

The days that follow are filled with excitement and nervousness as you count down the hours until you see Felix again. Your friends notice the change in you and tease you about it, but you don't mind. You're too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that come with falling for someone unexpectedly.

Your third date comes around, and you find yourself spending the entire evening lost in conversation with Felix. The world around you seems to fade away as you laugh and joke, and as the night progresses, you start to notice the way he looks at you. There's a tenderness in his gaze that makes your heart race.

You find yourself wanting to be closer to him, to feel his touch and the warmth of his embrace. As the night comes to an end, you walk to your car, hand in hand. Felix stops and turns to face you, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet. He gazes at you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and desire.

"I have something to tell you," he says, his voice slightly hoarse with emotion. You feel your heart skip a beat, anticipating his words.

He takes a deep breath and continues, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know we've only been on a few dates, but I can't deny how I feel about you. You're unlike anyone I've ever met, and I find myself falling for you more with every passing day."

Your heart swells, and butterflies dance in your chest at his confession. You've been feeling the same way, but hearing him say the words aloud somehow makes everything more real.

He takes a step closer, his hands moving to cup your face gently. "I don't want to rush things," he says softly. "But I need you to know how I feel. I want to be with you and see where this could go between us."

Your breath hitches in your throat, your mind overwhelmed by his words and the intensity of his gaze. You reach up, your hand finding its way to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

"I want that too," you find yourself saying, the words slipping out effortlessly. "I didn't think I'd ever feel this way about anyone, but there's just something about you that I can't resist."

A wide grin spreads across his face, and he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "I'm so glad to hear that," he murmurs, his lips brushing gently against the top of your head.

You lean into his touch, feeling safe and at ease within the circle of his arms. The night air seems to grow warmer, and you both stand there for a moment, simply taking in the sensation of being wrapped up in each other's embrace.

You lift your head, your eyes meet his gaze, and you see a mixture of anticipation and desire mirrored in his expression. His hands slide up to cup your cheeks, his touch soft yet firm as he pulls you closer. The distance between you dissipates, and you feel the warmth of his breath skimming across your lips.

His lips brush softly against yours, gentle and tentative at first, almost as if he's testing the waters. But as the moment stretches on, the kiss deepens, and a current of electricity crackles between you.

His lips move over yours with a growing fervor, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. He pulls you flush against him, his body warm and solid against yours. Your heart races as you respond in kind, your own hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt, as if trying to anchor yourself to this moment.

The kiss goes on, the world around you fading into the background. All you can focus on is the sensation of his lips on yours, the sweet taste of him filling your senses, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours. Time seems to stand still, and for a while, it's just the two of you, caught up in an intimate connection that feels both natural and incredible.

Finally breaking the kiss, you both pull back, a little breathless and flushed, your faces just inches apart. You can see the same mixture of happiness and anticipation mirrored in his eyes, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

You find yourself at a loss for words, unable to fully express the emotions swirling within you. Instead, you simply lean in, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms wrap around you once again, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.

Night surrounds you both as you stand there, embracing each other under the starry sky. The world seems to fade into the background, and all that matters is this moment - this connection that neither of you had expected to find but both of you now can't imagine living without.

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[skzdust]

can i request academic rival! felix × afab reader ?? theyre super competitive ( enemies to lovers) and felix just has to fuck it into reader that he is BETTER

I LOVE this idea! And now I kind of want to turn it into something longer lol

Thanks for the request!!

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You're Better

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You and Felix are rivals, but you've been placed on a project together. Felix proposes a challenge to see which of you gets to lead the project.

Pairing: Academic rival!Felix x afab reader

Includes: rivalry, penetrative sex, rivals with feelings, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex (please use condoms and pee after sex!)

Word count: 1.4k

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!! Thank you for reading!!

Requests are OPEN!

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The library study rooms were supposed to stay peaceful and quiet, and when you were working alone or with almost anyone else, they were.

But not with Felix.

“You’re impossible.” You scoffed. “You know, yours doesn’t make sense either.”

You knew the piece of the project he’d put together was brilliant, maybe better than yours, although you’d never admit it. But after he’d torn your piece to shreds, nitpicking every subpar word choice and questionable rhetorical decision, you had some anger towards him.

“It’s great, you know that.” He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat, wearing a cocky grin. “Just because you’re not as good at this as I am doesn’t mean you have to be bitter.”

“I’m not being bitter. And you are not better than me at this, stop acting all superior.”

“I am better than you.” He laughed, a sound that sent butterflies though your whole body. “I’m gonna get you to admit it one day.”

“Never.” You said firmly.

It was quiet for a moment.

“I have a proposition.” Felix said abruptly.

“Oh?”

“If I can get you to admit I’m better by the time we leave this room, I get complete control over the project. And if you don’t, you get complete control over the project.”

You laughed. “Done.”

He leaned over the table to you. “You’re gonna regret that.”

You grinned. “Make me.”

His hand found yours, his thumb brushing across your knuckles. “I bet I can.”

Your eyes stayed on the motion of his fingers, the sensation of his skin on yours electric. “And what methods do you plan to use?”

His hand stilled. “Can I kiss you?”

You almost fell out of your chair. “Kiss me? I mean, yes, absolutely, please, but you want to kiss me?” You babbled.

“I mean… I’d be lying if I said no.”

“That is the definition of ‘yes’.”

“Smart aleck.”

“Says you.”

In lieu of a response, Felix’s fingers laced with yours, and he pushed you into a kiss.

You hadn’t kissed many people, but you knew this was different. Felix kissed you like he hated you, pushing you, his teeth scraping at your lower lip. He pulled sounds out of you that were, quite frankly, embarrassing, but you didn’t care, lost in him. Your spark of animosity was transforming into a smoldering flame, and you were dry wood, ready to burn.

Except you were wet; you were very wet.

Felix abruptly pulled away from you, and you whined in confusion. “Where are you going?”

He stood up, pulling you up by your hand, and pushed you up against the wall. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He whispered in your ear before kissing you again, his body pressing against yours, still holding your hand.

You could feel him growing hard against your leg as he kissed you. His other hand captured your other hand, pinning it to the wall by your head.

“Fuck.” He panted as he pulled away. “This is a bad idea.”

“Yeah.” You whispered back. “But don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop.” His lips met yours again, and you moaned into his mouth. His hips pushed into you, and you got a little louder, fighting the urge to ask him—beg him, if need be—to fuck you.

His hands found their way down to your waist. “Can I touch you here?”

“Mhm.” You whimpered. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging so pretty.” His hands moved across your lower stomach and back under your shirt.

“God, Felix. Can you go lower?”

“Lower?” His hands cautiously found your hips. You involuntarily pushed into him, and he let out a low moan. “Fuck.”

“More.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“More?” Felix’s fingers traced patterns on your thighs, and you let your legs open a bit, sliding down on the wall.

“Fuck me.” You whispered, barely audibly.

“You want me to fuck you?” Felix asked softly.

“Yeah.” You opened your eyes, looking into his. “If you’re… I don’t want to push you.”

“God, I’ve wanted to for… since I met you.” He whispered, and was that… affection in his eyes?

“Then do it.” You swallowed. “I really want you to do it.”

Your biggest rival fucking you in a library study room… it was objectively a very bad idea. But you didn’t care. You wanted him.

He looked at you intently. “Okay. I will. But let me know if you want me to stop, and I will, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He checked that the blinds to the room’s windows were shut and that the door was locked, and walked back over to you, still leaning against the wall.

“Okay, baby, take off your pants, and we’ll start.” His voice was low, dripping with desire.

You couldn’t get them off fast enough.

He let out a low whistle looking at you. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty.”

Another thrill went through you. “I’m ready for you, Felix.”

He smirked. “I’ll fuck you if you admit I’m better.”

“Oh, that’s cheating. My pants are already off.”

“We didn’t discuss this when we made our deal, therefore, it’s fair game.”

“Dick.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. “You’re better.”

His smirk grew. “I’ll take it, for now.” He unzipped his own pants and pulled out his cock, already hard. You swallowed, eyes glued to it.

He spread your legs a little wider, lining up with your entrance. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” You breathed.

He slowly pushed into you. It felt like the breath was pushed from your lungs with each motion of his hips. The stretch was slightly painful, but the pleasure was enough that you didn’t even care.

Once he was fully inside you, Felix groaned. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. So good.” He pushed you a bit tighter against the wall and picked up your legs, wrapping them around his waist.

“Godddddd.” You drew out the sound, feeling him move inside you as you as he adjusted your position. “Fuck me, Felix.”

“Admit I’m better, like you mean it this time.”

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes.

Felix thrust into you harshly, and your eyes rolled back as you let out a noise. “Like I said, like you mean it.”

“You’re better,” You moaned, and he began to fuck you, slowly.

“More.”

“You’re the better student, you’re smarter than me, you’re gonna fuck me dumb, Felix.”

He picked up the pace as you spoke, so you kept talking, trying to provoke him into going faster and faster.

“You’re better, you’re better, you’re fucking all the thoughts out of my head, Felix, you feel so good inside me,” You panted. “Fuck, Felix, keep going.”

“That’s it, baby, I’m gonna do exactly that, I’m gonna fuck all the thoughts out of that pretty head.” He suddenly kissed you with the same harshness with which he fucked you. As he pulled away, he murmured against your lips, “I’d fuck the words outta your mouth, too, if you’ll let me.”

You moaned. “Fuck. Next time.”

“Next time?”

“Next time.”

“Fuck, baby.” He whispered, fucking you faster. “Maybe I should fuck you against the window, make you scream that I’m better. Make sure everyone hears, everyone knows.”

“You have some kind of god complex.”

“Yep.”

He kept fucking you and you kept mumbling his praises so he’d keep going quickly, and it didn’t take long for you to know you were approaching your climax.

“Felix, I’m gonna come.” You panted.

His hips stuttered. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come, too.”

You drew closer and closer to the cliff’s edge, and as he pushed up into you in a hard thrust, you fell over, your eyelids fluttering as you came.

And then you were full, you were so full, as Felix came, too, grunting as he kept himself to the hilt inside you.

A few moments later, he lowered your legs to the floor and gently pulled out. Your knees buckled almost immediately, and he caught you, helping you to one of the chairs in the room.

“God, Felix, that was… good.” You pushed your hair out of your flushed face, looking up at him.

“You admitted it.” He smiled, zipping up his pants. “That I’m better.”

“Was that all it meant to you?” You grinned, mostly joking.

“No.” He said softly.

“Oh.” You tilted your head.

He suddenly looked away. “Y/n… do you want to go on a date?”

“A date?” Your smile softened. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Okay.” He looked back at you. “But I still get to be in charge of the project.”

You sighed. “We did make a deal.”

[soobnny]

swipe — lee felix.

trope. lee felix. strangers to lovers. chronicles of a dating app. felix is extremely flirty. just fluff.

synopsis. i’m not looking to date right now, but my parents just sent me some computer parts and i saw on your tinder bio that you like assembling computers

word count. 3.2k words

warnings. none except for a few curse words

note. hi hello i got sent this rly funny photo of a conversation so i took inspiration from that and wrote this fic like a whiiile ago. i’ve had this in my drafts for a while so why not let it see the light of day!

Left. Left. Left. Left. Pause. Left. Left. Left. Left.

“(Name)!”

Yunjin offers no warning when her hands move to claw at your shoulders, intent on startling you without sparing a thought on your poor phone that had jumped out of your hands.

When you scare, she laughs, open-mouthed and loud as she plops herself on the spot next to you on your dorm’s mini couch. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“Honestly, how do you even do that? I barely heard you walk into the living room!” You grumble.

You spare her a glance and notice she’s too dressed up to be staying the night in–white crop top that sits just above her hips with some low rise jeans to accentuate her features. Her hair is curled on the ends, recently dyed black and styled to look a little messy.

She must be going out.

Though you try not to think about it, the amount of times Yunjin goes out with her friends in a week is a constant reminder of how pathetic your social life is. While it didn’t quite bother you enough to accept her invite, it’d be nice to leave your dorm once in a while. It’s just that you haven’t found anyone you really clicked with like Yunjin.

“What are you doing?” She cranes her neck to try and see what you were so busy with that you didn’t see her from your peripheral vision.

You show her the app with no shame. It only makes her laugh tenfold, hands clutching her stomach with her head thrown back as if she wasn’t the one who had suggested you download it in the first place.

“Yunjin, this is stupid. I’ve only had this downloaded for a day and I already feel sick.” You groan, throwing your phone down in the space between you. Though, maybe you should’ve thought twice about that when Yunjin decides to grab so she can have a go herself – swiping left and left and left and… oh?

“What about him?” You curl into her side, peering over your phone.

Oh, he’s pretty cute. Lee Felix?

“He added dog lover. You love dogs and… music?” She goes over his interests quickly, eyes scanning his profile like a pro. You suppose it’s because she’s used to it, quick to read a guy’s intentions just by their Tinder profile.

“I like assembling computers. Oh, this guy’s a dork, you’d love him.”

Right.

It’s a match!

“Yunjin!” You shift in your seat, immediately grabbing your phone from her grip before she can do any further damage. Sure, you had humored yourself into downloading the app for Yunjin but you never thought of actually swiping right for anyone.

“What? He’s cute, and you matched!” She giggles, trying to grab your phone back so she can craft you the perfect first message.

She knows you won’t do it yourself.

You lock your phone before she has a chance to do anything stupid, shaking your head in reprimand. “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not happening.”

She simply smiles at you, shrugging her shoulders and calling it a day for her trial in meddling with your love life. “Well, I tried. Alright, I have to go. I’ll be back late, you sure you don’t wanna come with?”

You return the smile, shaking your head as you drop yourself to lay down on the entirety of the couch once your roommate gets up. “I think my computer parts are coming in today so I have to be here to sign off the delivery.”

“Nerd.” She snorts, waving you goodbye and locking the door behind her. It’s your cue to grab your laptop and continue binging that new drama that had just been released.

This is your ordinary Friday night, curled up on the sofa with your most comfortable blanket and your laptop on your lap. Despite the desire to socialize sometimes, you think nothing else really goes above wearing your favorite PJs and eating snacks without guilt as the opening song of your new drama plays.

Though, you only get to finish one episode when your doorbell rings, and you waltz yourself to your front door to happily accept the package sent by your parents. They had won it as one of the raffle prizes in a foreign business trip, and since your parents had no use for a computer, they decided to ship it off to you. “Could help with college,” is what your dad says.

It’s only when multiple boxes come rolling in when you realize one small problem. You don’t know how to fucking assemble a computer, and you doubt Yunjin would know how either.

“That’s it. If you could please sign here, here, and here.” The mailman still sounds enthusiastic despite having done hours of his shift already, and you comply immediately as to not add on to the downpour of stress that’s handed to them every single day.

When you shut your door, you quickly turn around to stare at the multitude of boxes on the ground. Maybe Beomgyu would know how? He looks like he’d know a thing or two about computers. So, you shoot him a text.

Turns out, he doesn’t know how. And he’s currently scamming Yeonjun out of a free dinner, and so even though he tells you he’ll try to be there, you know he probably won’t arrive (unless to laugh at your situation).

You think, maybe you can just go to the Computer Engineering department and ask someone to help you, but could you risk socializing with numerous college students face to face? Absolutely the fuck not.

You’ve just about given up when your head strikes an idea and your back immediately straightens in posture at the stupid thought. “Should I?”

You rush towards where you had left your phone, letting out a sigh as you stare at the one person on your Match list. Lee Felix who likes assembling computers.

Lovely fucking timing.

Fumbling with the device, you finally decide to shoot him a message. What are the odds of him responding, anyway?

You’re tempted to throw your phone while waiting for his response, though your plan goes down the drain in a second when he responds almost immediately.

yn (6:03pm): hello!

felix (6:04pm): hey! i didn’t think you would message first :))

yn (6:06pm): oh, i’m sorry i hope you don’t get my intentions wrong. it’s just that … my parents sent over some computer parts and i rly don’t know how to assemble a computer

yn (6:06pm): i know it’s kind of random, but could u possibly help me by any chance?

yn (6:07pm): i don’t rly know anyone who knows how to and you’re the only person that came to mind

You cringe at yourself for triple messaging, face visibly scrunching as you let out a pained noise. And then he replies, and your hand shoots to grab your phone and stare at his message.

“Yeah, why not?” is what he replies, followed by where he should meet you. Is it a good idea to invite a stranger to your dorm? Probably not, but you can’t possibly assemble your computer somewhere else and bring it back to your dorms. So, you tell him to meet you at a cafe nearby – to test out the waters and see if he isn’t some variant of a serial killer.

“Be there in 15,” is his next reply.

15 minutes?!

You look down at yourself in sudden panic, still clad in a big shirt and some shorts. How were you supposed to pick something decent to wear in 15 minutes without Yunjin? You suppose could facetime her but you know it takes her hours to even decide on what to wear for herself.

Bringing your feet towards your closet, you say a silent prayer and start picking out what to wear for yourself. While this wasn’t technically a date, Lee Felix from Tinder is still fucking cute and you would hate for him to think he got scammed into swiping right on you.

You double check yourself in the mirror, chewing at your lips thoughtfully before sighing out in approval. At least you looked as if you put some sort of effort into what you’re wearing. That should be good enough in itself.

The nerve of meeting an entirely new person begins to set in when you repeatedly dart your eyes from the coffee shop back to your phone to try and see if anyone who looked like Felix was in the coffee shop. It’s like watching a game of ping pong the way you repeatedly look back and forth. And when it seems that no one with long black hair is here yet, you take it upon yourself to take a seat by the window where he can find you easily.

The scraping of the chair catches your attention, and holy fuck. Lee Felix is not a catfish. He is way far from it, and you think you might’ve lucked out when he takes the seat in front of you.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you.” Deep, thick accent. It feels like shots of espresso when he speaks and it physically manifests goosebumps from you. You shake your head, telling him you’re fine. “(Name), right?”

He smiles, and it feels like your whole world stops.

“Uh, yeah. You must be Felix?” The man in question nods his head, reaching out to shake your hand and the gesture has your cheeks flushing. It’s an act of basic human decency, but can you really be blamed for acting like a shy little school girl when someone as beautiful as Felix is sitting and talking to you.

The coffee shop is still bustling, and everyone around you converses as if the most beautiful man hadn’t just stepped foot into the coffee shop. The freckles sitting just below his eyes look like constellations, and his black hair is styled just messy enough to achieve the hot boy who doesn’t know he’s hot look.

“Do you want some coffee before I set your computer up?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling shy.

Instead, you tell him to get whatever he wants so you don’t feel guilty enough for taking time out of his evening just to assemble your computer. He accepts your promise in pretense, but he comes back with his order and a few pastries and it’s clear he’s already paid for it from the way he ignores any mention of how much it cost.

“I didn’t know what you preferred, so I got a bit of everything.” There’s a crinkle just at the corner of his eyes when he smiles, sitting back down adjacent of you as he pushes the plate closer to you.

You look at the array of pastries, a little hesitant. “Please don’t feel shy. Here, let’s take one together.”

He grabs a cookie from the platter, and you shyly follow by grabbing a strawberry muffin.

“Mmm, strawberry muffin. Very good choice.” Felix comments, watching you closely as you take a bite out of the muffin. “Is it good?”

Your eyes widen in delight, nodding your head as you chew slowly. “So good.”

Your words come out as a mumble, and it triggers a sweet laugh out of Felix. You feel familiar, the way you smile with your eyes and close them shut to savor the taste.

“You’re cute.” He says unabashedly, as if his words won’t cause drastic consequences.

A chunk gets stuck on your throat.

Felix is quick to hand you a glass of water when you start choking, rushing to stand by your side. You would’ve hoped the first skinship for the evening would be handholding, and not repeated pats on your back to remedy your choking.

“Are you okay?” His hand is still on your back, gently running small circles as he leans down to check on you. You think you might start choking again if he keeps looking at you like that, 1080p view of his eyelashes and the specs splashing his irises.

“Mhm, sorry.” You put the glass down, refusing to meet his eyes as he remains hovering over you. You want to leave out of embarrassment. He notices your silence, notices the way you cross your arms in mock defense.

“Don’t worry, I still think you’re cute.” There’s a smirk on his face. You can tell without even looking up at him. “I’ll take these out.”

He says it so casually, as if he’s simply asking about your day. His outward flirty-ness is new, but it isn’t unwelcome.

“Ready to go?”

With the plastic bag in his hand and his order in a takeout cup, you sigh gratefully. “Yeah.”

The walk to your dorm is short, but it’s spent in conversation. Lee Felix is talkative, has lots of stories to offer. Whatever it takes to make you laugh.

You like that about him. You like that you don’t have to talk so much. He doesn’t even force a comment out of you. Just needs to know you’re listening.

So you do. You listen intently as he shares pieces of his life with you—his friends, his course, games he plays. He’s chatty, and the way he smiles with every word reminds you of a cat. Deep whiskers and crescent eyes.

“So, really, this is a great way to end the day, assembling a pretty girl’s computer.”

His mouth drops a little when he realizes he’d vocalized the latter part of his sentence, yet he doesn’t make a move to take it back. You are pretty, one of the prettiest he’s ever seen. And the blush on your face is well worth the slip of his tongue.

“As long as you’re sure this isn’t a hassle.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you reach your building.

That you aren’t getting anything out of this.

Though, before you can step forward, you’re tugged back to where Felix is standing. He’s holding your hand now, grabbing your full attention. “I promise this isn’t a bother.”

The way he looks at you answers your silent question—he doesn’t mind that you’re simply asking for his help without any intention.

“I enjoy building computers, especially with good company. You don’t even have to do anything. Just sit there and be yourself.”

“Okay. Thank you.” He squeezes your hand for extra measure, allowing you to drag him to your dorm room.

True to his word, Felix doesn’t so much as let you lift a finger. You stay seated on the couch, watching as he sets to work on the floor. From time to time, he’d tell you what he’s doing. Something about screwing some parts in and a mother board? You don’t understand much, but you listen as much as you can.

“Tell me about yourself.” Felix looks up from his work, and your eyes widen a little at the boy’s sudden request.

You’re sure you’re simply imagining the gentle interest in his eyes. “Hm?” You ask him to repeat himself, even though you heard him loud and clear.

“I’ve been yapping about myself all night. I wanna know more about you.” He teases.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything.”

“Soooo… do I start with the year I was born?” You laugh when he throws you a look, quick to throw your hands in the air in mock surrender. “Joking, joking.”

“You’re an interesting girl, (Name).” Felix grins, locking eyes with you for a second and a half before turning back to his work.

“There’s nothing much to me, really. I go to school and go home and that’s about it. I just try and survive college the best I can.”

He shoots you a disapproving look. “Well, I beg to differ.”

“What do you mean?” You bring your legs up on the couch, sitting cross-legged as you wait for what he had to say.

“For one, your eyes lit up when I talked about Chan’s Pokemon collection, or how Seungmin is obsessed with Kdramas.” He points out, reaching for his takeout drink and taking a few large gulps. “And you smiled when I mentioned the little chicken plush I own.”

You don’t expect Felix to notice any of this, and the thought that he did has a blush fighting to creep up your face.

You grab a throw pillow to hide behind.

“Oh, and you like strawberry muffins. So, I’d say there’s a lot to you. And I’m hoping to learn everything more.”

You have to force your eyes to look away from him in fear that your flustered cheeks would appear too obvious to the boy. Though, if he’d noticed the mere brightening of your eyes, you’re sure he’s already caught on to the silly schoolgirl smile on your lips.

“Stop looking at me.” You mumble, burying your face in your pillow. All you can hear is his sweet laughter.

“Come here, I’m just about done.”

You clap your hands in small when he turns on your computer, fully functioning and fully assembled. It surprises you how a task that would’ve taken you 6 hours is done in under 2 by Felix. Even more that it didn’t even feel like two hours.

You suppose that’s just the thing with Felix. He makes it so that time disappears with the whole night sky in his eyes—the moon for eyes and stars littering his face.

“Thank you, Felix. Like really.” He dismisses you, telling you it was nothing. The satisfaction on your face is enough compensation for his work.

There’s a few do’s and don’t’s that he mentions, and you try to list them down the best you can.

“Or, I can just text it to you?”

You pause mid-writing, looking up at him. “Sure, that’s… that’s fine with me.”

You’re unsure of how to say goodbye to him after giving him your number, unsure even of how you can make it up to him for the 3 hours you’d taken away from him. If it were anyone else, you would’ve said it in ease, so you don’t know why you can’t do the same for Felix.

It’s different with him because you don’t want to say goodbye. You could go hours longer listening to him and watching him assemble your computer. Though, before you can contemplate to do anything, Felix interrupts your inner monologue.

“Actually, I have an idea on how you can make it up to me.”

You look up at him expectantly, and you see the hint of a smirk tracing on his features.

“Let me take you out on a date. A real one.”

“A date?” You stutter.

“I know you said you texted me just because I could fix up computers, but I really enjoyed talking to you today.” He’s holding back a smile. “So, what do you say?”

“Okay.” His eyes light up, glazed with happiness as he processes your response.

“Okay? As in, I can take you out on a real date?”

“Yes.”

Felix can feel something sweet in his heart, can feel it flutter like it’s being squeezed. To his surprise, you’d actually agreed, and the genuine excitement in his smile is too wholesome to not stare at.

“So… goodnight then?”

“Goodnight.”

“I’ll text you?”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

Felix fixes you with a look one last time, almost romantic with the soft glaze in his eyes. And then he’s stumbling out into your hallway.

With a second glance, he turns his back away from you and walks away. You can’t help but still feel the warmth of his smile.

You feel a compelling force telling you you’ll see much more of Lee Felix in the near future.