#stray kids lee felix

[xoxo-lixie]

Gloss and Glances ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Felix x Reader

Summary- Backstage, Felix pouts for attention as Y/N, Stray Kids’ makeup artist and his girlfriend, applies his lip gloss. Frustrated by her focus on work, he kisses her, smudging the gloss

The backstage area of the arena was alive with energy—stylists rushing between stations, cords snaking across the floor, and the distant echo of fans chanting outside. Under the bright dressing room lights, Felix sat patiently in a chair, though “patiently” might have been a stretch. His foot tapped lightly against the floor, not out of nerves for the upcoming performance, but for an entirely different reason.

Y/N, Stray Kids’ trusted makeup artist and Felix’s not-so-secret girlfriend, was busy organizing her kit. Her hands moved quickly, adjusting palettes and brushes, her focus sharp. She’d already done touch-ups on most of the members, and now it was Felix’s turn.

Finally.

Y/N approached with her usual professional demeanor, her eyes scanning his face with practiced precision. She picked up the small tube of clear lip gloss from her kit and uncapped it, not noticing the way Felix’s eyes had softened the moment she stepped closer.

“Alright, stay still,” she murmured, her thumb gently resting under his chin to steady his face.

Felix obeyed, but his pout had already started to form, subtle at first. His gaze never left her face, drinking in the details—the slight crinkle between her brows when she concentrated, the way her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she focused. She was always like this when she worked: calm, meticulous, almost too professional for his liking.

He wanted her attention—not the kind she gave to every member, but his attention.

“You know,” Felix said quietly, his voice low and slightly playful, “I think you like this gloss more than you like me.”

Y/N’s hand paused mid-swipe, her eyes flickering up to meet his. “Don’t be dramatic.” She fought the small smile threatening to break through her professional facade.

Felix, not one to back down, pushed his pout out further. “I’m serious. You’re focusing so hard on my lips, but not because you like them. It’s just… work to you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, finishing the last swipe of gloss on his bottom lip. She leaned back slightly, inspecting her work. “First of all, I do like your lips. They’re symmetrical, soft, and easy to work with.”

Felix’s pout deepened. “That sounds like something you’d say about a good makeup brush.”

She couldn’t help it—she laughed, the sound light and genuine, making Felix’s heart flutter. But she didn’t respond with words. Instead, she reached out with a tissue to clean up a tiny smudge near the corner of his mouth.

Felix caught her wrist gently before she could pull away. His touch was soft, but it sent a current of warmth straight through her.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice softer now, no teasing undertone—just sincere, raw affection.

Her heart stuttered. She met his gaze, expecting another playful remark, but instead, she was met with eyes filled with warmth, the kind of look that melted away the noise around them.

“I miss you,” he whispered simply.

Y/N felt her breath hitch. They’d been so busy lately—schedules packed, rehearsals endless. Even though she was always near him, it wasn’t the same. She couldn’t respond like she wanted to, not in the middle of work, surrounded by staff and members.

But Felix didn’t care about any of that.

Without another word, he leaned forward, closing the small gap between them, and pressed his lips to hers. It was soft, tentative at first, as if asking for permission. The faint sweetness of the gloss lingered between them, but neither of them cared if it smudged.

Y/N froze for a heartbeat, stunned by the suddenness of it, but then she melted into the kiss, her hand instinctively finding its place on his cheek. It was brief, maybe only a few seconds, but it held everything they hadn’t had the chance to say aloud.

When Felix finally pulled back, his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners from the soft smile spreading across his face.

“Now,” he whispered, his forehead resting gently against hers, “that’s attention.”

Y/N was breathless, her heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the chaotic energy of the backstage environment. She tried to muster a response, something witty to break the tension, but all she managed was a soft, shaky laugh.

“You just ruined your gloss,” she whispered.

Felix grinned, unbothered. “Guess you’ll have to fix it.”

Y/N shook her head, her cheeks flushed, but she picked up the gloss again. This time, as she leaned in to reapply it, Felix didn’t pout or complain. He just watched her with the same loving look, his heart full, knowing that even in the chaos, they’d always find small moments like this—where it was just the two of them, gloss and all.

[skzdelf]

(물 분수) Water Fountain | Lee Felix

.ᐟPAIRING: Fairy!Felix x f!reader

.ᐟSYNOPSIS: It was an ordinary summer day when, by the water fountain, you met a blonde guy who would captivate you with his charming personality and special secrets.

.ᐟWC: 5.9k (5927)

You Met Him by the Water Fountain

It was a warm summer day when you found yourself wandering through the forest. That’s when you saw him—right next to your usual spot for relaxing. He was lying on his side on the soft grass, surrounded by small wildflowers, his back resting against the concrete fountain.

His blonde hair gleamed under the morning sun. You had never seen him before. In fact, you had never seen anyone around this part of the forest. Not because it was deep or dark—on the contrary, it was a beautiful, serene place—but people simply chose to ignore these areas, preferring to stay in the city.

You approached him slowly, careful not to make a sound as your steps pressed against the ground. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

What was this boy doing out here? Had he spent the night outside?

A few strands of his golden hair rested over his face. You crouched beside him, observing his features more closely.

His face was injured. A cut stretched across the bridge of his nose, holding traces of dried blood. Unlike the pale scars on his lips, which seemed to have been there far longer than you would have liked to imagine.

His cheeks and nose were dusted with beautiful freckles—tiny brown stars that told their own story, contrasting with the wounds on his face. You wondered what kind of life someone like him must have lived. He had an angelic, harmless aura, yet the marks on his skin painted a different picture. It was as if life had tested his strength, leaving scars as reminders of every battle.

You hesitated before letting your trembling fingers lightly trace the edge of his wound, carefully wiping away the dried blood. A soft whimper escaped his lips, followed by a barely audible murmur. You weren’t sure if he was awake or if his body was simply reacting to the touch.

"Shh, it’s okay" you whispered as gently as possible, hoping to keep him in his slumber. It must have been a rough night for the golden boy. You carefully brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen over his face, making sure that if a breeze passed through, it wouldn’t tickle him awake.

Deciding to leave him alone for a little while, you stood up with a plan—to return to your cabin, grab a first aid kit, and maybe bring some food for when he woke up.

Once you were far enough from where he lay, you quickened your pace. You didn’t care if your boots made noise against the dry grass patches, a result of the lack of rain in the area. You just wanted to hurry back before he disappeared.

You rushed into your small, cozy home as if a gust of wind had pushed you forward. Without hesitation, you ran straight to the bathroom, grabbing bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and some cotton pads.

Gathering everything in your hands, you placed the items in a small wicker basket—the same one you usually used for collecting wild berries to make homemade jam.

As you rummaged through your fridge and pantry for food, the only thing you could find was a box of chocolate chip cookies. With a shrug, you grabbed it and added it to the basket. You just hoped he wasn’t allergic to chocolate.

With the basket in hand, you rushed out of your house like a storm, stumbling over your own feet on the way back. When you finally reached the fountain, you saw the blonde boy awake, his fingers delicately playing with the water, moving his hand back and forth in a soothing motion.

You approached quietly, and the moment he caught sight of you, he stopped, lifting his head. His hazel eyes locked onto you.

His expression was one of surprise—his eyes slightly wider than usual, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to find him here. But you had.

You circled the fountain carefully, taking slow, measured steps. Each of your movements made him shift back ever so slightly, but his gaze never wavered. It was as if he was trying to read your intentions. His wet, trembling hands rested on the edge of the fountain, and though his posture seemed defensive, there was something in his eyes—a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. He didn’t trust you, but he also didn’t seem willing to run away.

Stopping a few steps away from him, you spoke softly, breaking the silence with a voice so quiet it nearly got lost in the morning breeze.

"I just want to help."

The boy furrowed his brows slightly. His lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he tilted his head, studying you with caution, like a wary animal deciding whether the stranger before it was a threat or a refuge.

"I brought cookies" you added, kneeling on the grass as you placed the basket beside you. Carefully, you pulled out the box of cookies and held it up for him to see.

"I really hope you’re not allergic to chocolate" you joked, letting out a small laugh as you glanced up at him.

Something in his eyes shifted at the mention of food. You extended the box toward him, and his gaze flickered between you and the package a few times before he cautiously reached out to take it with his scratched-up hands.

His grip was delicate, almost hesitant, as if afraid the box might vanish if he held it too tightly. For a moment, he simply stared at it, his fingers tracing the edges of the cardboard while his lips pressed into a tight line.

"You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to. I promise there’s nothing weird in them" you assured him gently, sensing that the silence between you was growing heavy.

Finally, he lifted his gaze, hazel eyes now shining with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

It was the first time you heard his voice—a deep, raspy sound, as if even forming those words had taken more effort than it should have.

"Because I think you need help" you answered honestly. "And I’m not leaving until you’re okay."

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your words. After a moment, he let out a small sigh and opened the box. The crinkle of the plastic wrapping broke the silence, and for the first time, a faint, almost imperceptible smile crossed his lips.

He took a cookie and bit into it, closing his eyes briefly as he chewed, like the taste had unlocked a distant memory. You didn’t say anything, letting him enjoy the moment.

When he finished, he looked at you again. This time, there was a different kind of brightness in his eyes—not quite happiness, but as if someone had sprinkled tiny specks of glitter into them.

"Thank you" he murmured, his voice carrying a newfound confidence.

"You’re welcome" you replied with a small smile. "What’s your name?"

"Felix" he said, offering a closed-lip smile that made his face radiate warmth. He no longer looked afraid. It was as if you had broken past his barriers and earned his trust.

"You know, I actually love chocolate. I bake brownies all the time back home! I’ll bring you some next time!" he exclaimed, popping another cookie into his mouth, crumbs falling onto his clothes, hands, and the corners of his lips.

What was with this guy? Just a moment ago, he had been so cautious, and now he was yapping excitedly. Not that you minded, but it was… unexpected.

"You do know your nose is injured, right?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem even remotely concerned about the wound on his face.

Felix let out a soft laugh, lowering his gaze to the water as his fingers absentmindedly brushed over the scabs on his hand.

"It’s nothing. I’ve had worse" he muttered, as if trying to downplay it.

"Worse?" you questioned, frowning.

He gave a small, lopsided smile. "Let’s just say I’m a little clumsy sometimes."

You weren’t convinced, but you didn’t push further. Instead, you lifted the first aid kit from your basket.

"I can treat your wound if you let me."

"Maybe some other time" he said, looking at you with a mix of gratitude and something else—something you couldn’t quite place.

Some other time? Did that mean he planned on getting hurt again? Or did it mean… he planned on seeing you again?

The next few minutes passed in a lighter conversation. Félix avoided your more direct questions about his wounds, but he didn’t seem annoyed—just reserved. Finally, he stood up to say goodbye with a slight bow, giving you one last warm smile before disappearing into the depths of the forest.

Days passed without any news or visits from the golden boy. Your days went on as usual—you kept gathering fruits to make jam and selling them in town. However, you also started spending more time near the fountain, hoping to see the boy again.

As time went by, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until one afternoon, as you stepped out of your house for a morning walk, you found a white rabbit on the path right in front of your door.

Its shiny black eyes, like two marbles, were fixed on you. Its little nose twitched constantly as if trying to catch your scent. With fur as white as snow, it stood out even more against the landscape. It was strange to find a rabbit like this in broad daylight, so close to a human dwelling.

You crouched down slowly, trying not to scare it. “Hey, little one... What are you doing here?”

But before you could touch it, the rabbit jumped back and darted away down the path. You watched it disappear into the bushes and trees.

What you didn’t know was that, hidden among the trees a few meters away, Félix was watching the scene with a triumphant smile. He had sent the rabbit—one of his most loyal friends—to find your home. His plan had worked. Now he knew where you lived, where to find you, and he had the perfect excuse to see you again.

A few days after your encounter with the small rabbit, while you were watering the plants in your front garden, a familiar shadow appeared on the path.

When you turned around, you saw Félix approaching with a more relaxed smile than the last time you had seen him. His wounds were completely healed, without a single scar, as if they had disappeared by magic.

"Hey! I hope it's not weird that I just showed up like this... I thought we could spend some time together. What do you think? I brought brownies."

There was something in his tone—a mix of nervousness and genuine excitement—that made you smile without hesitation.

"Of course! I would never say no to brownies."

It was strange that, after not seeing him for a while, he suddenly appeared at your doorstep, but the truth was that you were really happy to see him. So, at that moment, nothing else mattered, and you welcomed him into your cozy home.

Upon entering, the dark, polished wooden walls, full of irregular grain patterns, wrapped you both in a peaceful atmosphere. A faint scent of pine lingered in the air, blending with the smell of—

In the center of the main room, a rough stone fireplace dominated the space, with a handwoven rug in front of it, worn by time but still vibrant in color.

A pair of fabric-covered armchairs, a sofa adorned with cushions of various designs, and a low wooden table bearing marks of use completed the setting.

Bookshelves packed with books and small ornaments filled one of the walls, while another housed small windows with white linen curtains that let in the daylight. The windows provided views of the forest, making it feel as though the cabin and nature were one.

The kitchen, barely separated from the rest of the room by a rustic wooden counter, had open shelves filled with glass jars of spices and a few boxes of cookies—the same ones you had given Félix that day. A teapot rested on an old stove, ready to brew some tea or coffee.

The conversation with Félix was lively and warm. He seemed much more open to talking about himself this time. Though he was quite the talker, he was also an excellent listener. Every time you answered one of his questions, he paid close attention, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand, his large eyes fixed on you.

He sat on one of the barstools while you moved around the kitchen, making cinnamon and honey tea for him and lemon tea for yourself. As the water boiled and Félix talked about the different types of birds that lived in the forest, you turned your back to him and placed some cookies and the brownies he had brought on a small porcelain plate with a delicate floral design along the edges.

Félix, leaning against the counter, seemed lost in thought for a moment, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the napkin you had left on the table, folding it into an origami figure.

"Do you like cooking?" he suddenly asked, interrupting his previous rambling, his voice soft but curious as he looked at you with genuine interest.

"I do, but I’m not very good at it" you answered with a light smile, turning toward him as you set the plate down in front of him. "But I think food always tastes better when it's shared, don’t you think?"

Félix let out a small laugh, his face lighting up with a warm expression.

"You're right. The truth is, I don’t get to share meals like this very often. At home, it’s just me" he confessed, carefully picking up one of the cookies.

You brought over the cups of hot tea and sat down beside him.

"Do you live far from here?" you asked, taking one of his brownies. In the town, most people knew each other, and you were certain he wasn’t from there—you had never seen him before that day at the fountain.

"Kinda" he replied with his mouth full, enjoying the taste of vanilla and chocolate chips just as he had that first time at the fountain. A satisfied expression spread across his face.

"Kinda?" you repeated, holding the brownie near your mouth.

"Kinda" Félix repeated, taking a moment to chew his cookie before continuing. "I live in a place that doesn't appear on maps."

His words immediately caught your attention, but he didn’t seem to notice, as his gaze remained fixed on his steaming cup of tea.

"It’s... hard to describe" he added, with a smile that seemed to hide secrets. "It’s surrounded by forests, with trees so tall they look like they’re touching the sky. The city is built on their trunks and connected by wooden hanging bridges."

You frowned slightly, trying to place that location in your mind. None of the nearby villages were that remote, nor did they have anything like the floating city he described.

"That doesn’t sound like anywhere around here" you commented, intrigued.

"That’s because it isn’t" Félix replied, looking up to meet your gaze. His eyes seemed to shimmer with something more than simple excitement—there was a spark in them you couldn’t quite explain.

"It’s a special place, almost like it’s hidden from the rest of the world. It’s peaceful… like this cabin. I’d love to take you there someday."

Curiosity started to grow inside you, but Félix skillfully changed the subject, making you suspect he didn’t want to elaborate any further.

"But you must know this town better than anyone, right? Tell me more about it" he said, flashing you a bright smile.

The afternoon passed with laughter and friendly conversations. The topic of where he lived never came up again, but you learned many things about him—how he loved baking, especially brownies, how his favorite color was blue, how much he adored animals, and how he sometimes felt like he had a special connection with them.

You laughed at how serious he was when he said that.

"I’m being serious! Don’t laugh at me!" he said, pretending to be offended, playfully nudging your shoulder. His tone only made you laugh even more, and your laughter became contagious.

"I’ll show you!" he declared, standing up suddenly and heading toward your front door.

"Félix! What are you doing?! Come back here!" you called, running after him.

You grabbed onto his black leather vest to stop him from getting too far. He turned and looked at your grip, making you think you had made him uncomfortable, so you slowly let go. But then, he took your hand in his and laced your fingers together, pulling you along beside him.

The warmth of his hand, its surprising softness—there were no rough scars like the ones you had seen days ago by the fountain—sent a shiver up your spine.

Your face heated up at the unexpected act of your… new friend? He continued walking deeper into the forest, pulling you along since you were momentarily entranced, staring at your intertwined hands.

At a specific moment, he suddenly stopped, causing you to collide with his back due to the abrupt halt. Snapping out of your daze, he let go of your hand, and you took in the scene around you. You were now in a deep part of the forest, where only the scarce light of the afternoon illuminated your surroundings. The trees formed a natural dome, allowing only thin golden rays to dance between the leaves. The sound of birds began to fade, giving way to the murmuring wind. The air carried a faint scent of damp earth and wildflowers.

"What are we doing here, Felix? Let’s go back to my house, it's getting dark" you told the blond boy while glancing around. Though you often roamed the forest, you couldn’t recognize this place, and that made you nervous. The fear of getting lost and never being found again constantly lingered in your mind.

"It's okay, just watch" his voice came out as a low murmur, as if he were trying to make as little noise as possible. But why? Was there some kind of danger here?

Suddenly, Felix crouched down, placing one of his bare knees on the ground covered in dry leaves. It would probably get dirty and scratched by the small twigs, but he didn’t seem to care.

He remained like that for a few moments, his eyes closed as if he were resting or reconnecting with the nature around him. Then, a faint rustling sound echoed through the trees, putting you on alert. You instinctively looked in the direction of the noise, trying to hide behind Felix’s crouched figure as much as possible.

The sound came again, but softer this time. You held your breath, cautiously watching the bushes, waiting for something to emerge from the dense foliage. And then you saw it. Instead of a threat, what appeared was a small creature with white fur, except for the light brown markings that outlined its ears and surrounded its eyes. The rabbit moved calmly, its tiny nose twitching rapidly as if trying to catch Felix’s scent.

It approached without fear, moving nimbly until it was just a few feet away from him. Felix slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze to the small creature, observing it intently. He stretched out his ring-adorned hand in its direction.

That tiny ball of white fur looked just like—if not the same as—the one that had visited your house a few days ago, right before Felix's sudden appearance. Could it really be just a coincidence… or was it something more?

You expected the animal to retreat, to jump back like any wild creature would upon sensing a human's presence. But it didn’t.

The rabbit tilted its head slightly, and after a brief hesitation, stepped forward with complete trust. Its small pink nose brushed against Felix’s fingers before rubbing its head against them. Then, without a hint of fear, it settled right within his reach, allowing him to pet it.

Your eyes widened at the strange sight.

Felix gently ran his hand over the rabbit’s back. His fingers sank into its soft fur, and instead of pulling away, the creature seemed to enjoy it, half-closing its eyes in contentment.

"How…?" you murmured, unable to help yourself, your gaze shifting between Felix and the rabbit.

Felix let out a low chuckle, turning to look at you with serene eyes.

"I told you, didn’t I? I’ve always felt a special connection with animals" he said softly while continuing to stroke the furry creature.

It was true. You remembered him mentioning it before, but you had taken it as a simple joke. It was one thing for someone to say they liked animals or that they weren’t afraid of them, but this… it was as if they truly understood each other. As if the rabbit knew exactly who Felix was and accepted him without hesitation.

It was strange. Incredibly strange.

"Come, get closer" Felix said cheerfully, extending his other hand toward you, inviting you to kneel beside him. Uncertainty showed on your face, but you took his hand anyway, allowing him to gently pull you down until both of your knees rested on the ground beside him.

"She's a friend. You can trust her" Felix spoke this time to the little rabbit, now petting the fur around its neck. To your absolute astonishment, the rabbit seemed to understand Felix’s words perfectly. It turned its little head in your direction, its large dark eyes locking onto yours, as if analyzing you.

Felix, still stroking the animal, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye with a gentle smile.

"Try it. I’ll guide your hand slowly, okay?" he encouraged you. You nodded, knowing that with Felix’s guidance, the chances of startling the animal were much lower.

His fingers were warm and steady. With care, he led your hand toward the small creature, placing it right over his own.

"Like this… slowly" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper near your ear. A shiver ran down your spine—not from fear, but from the strange sensation of Felix’s closeness and the mysterious aura surrounding you both.

Under his guidance, your fingers brushed against the rabbit’s soft fur. The creature didn’t flinch. Instead, it tilted its head slightly toward your touch, allowing you to pet it.

This wasn’t normal. None of it was.

"Felix… why do animals trust you so much?" you whispered, shifting your gaze from the defenseless animal to your companion’s face—only to realize his face was much closer than you had expected.

He didn’t answer right away. His fingers still covered yours, guiding them in gentle strokes over the rabbit’s fur, but you noticed a slight tremor in his grip. Then, with a mysterious glint in his eyes, he gave you a small smile.

"Maybe… it’s because they truly understand me," Felix confessed, lifting his gaze from the animal and locking eyes with yours.

He was hiding something from you. That much was clear now. He had a supernatural connection with animals, but you couldn’t quite grasp how or why.

"One day, I’ll explain everything to you in detail. I promise. I just… need some time" Felix admitted, reading the doubt in your expression. His words wrapped both of you in an aura of secrets.

After that situation with the animal, Felix bid it farewell, and the rabbit hopped away cheerfully, returning to the place where it had appeared. Felix guided you back to your house without any trouble, as if he knew the forest like the back of his hand. The sky had already darkened, illuminated only by the moon and its companions, the stars. So, you decided to invite Felix to stay for dinner and, if necessary, to sleep over, since, as he had mentioned, his home was quite far from where you were.

Felix, more than happy, accepted your invitation and insisted multiple times on cooking dinner. It seemed he had no intention of stopping until you agreed, which you did reluctantly, since he was the guest, and it wasn’t supposed to be his responsibility to cook. Upon hearing your acceptance, he smiled broadly, nodded, and quickly made his way to the kitchen.

While pulling out pots and ingredients from your cabinets, he told you he would prepare a special dish from his village called "Lightleaf Stew" a simple stew but with a special ingredient from his homeland.

"And how do you plan on getting that ingredient if we’re not in your homeland?" you asked incredulously, your voice carrying as you watched him move back and forth across your kitchen from your spot on the sofa.

"I have it right here" Felix turned towards you, and from the pocket of his vest, he pulled out two leaves. Their shape and size were like bay leaves, but what stood out were their incredible blue color. There was no place on Earth where a tree with leaves of such a vibrant color existed.

"What is that, Felix? It could be poisonous! Look at the color of that!" you said with a tone of concern and intrigue. You had never seen anything like it, and it didn’t seem at all edible.

You got up from your seat and walked over to him, standing beside him in front of your oven, trying to take the leaves from his hands to inspect them more closely.

"I promise you, they’re not poisonous" Felix said with a laugh, pulling his hand away from yours so you wouldn’t take the leaves. He quickly dropped them into the pot where he was preparing the stew and covered it.

Saying the stew was delicious was an understatement—it was the best food you’d had in years. The flavors dissolved in your mouth, creating an addictive explosion of taste. The herb Felix had added gave the stew an exquisite smoky flavor that highlighted its full potential. You could say those flavors almost transported you to a time long past.

After dinner, during which you exchanged a few words and Felix seemed very happy that you enjoyed his cooking, you decided to wash the dishes by hand while Felix settled on the living room sofa, where he would spend the night.

As the water ran, you couldn’t help but glance at Felix out of the corner of your eye. He had settled into the sofa with a relaxed expression, his eyes scanning the room, observing every detail.

"You don’t have to do that" he suddenly commented, his usual tone, soft but filled with contained energy.

"Wash the dishes?" you asked, not stopping to rinse one of the utensils.

"Yeah. It’s not fair that you’re doing everything" Felix tilted his head back, resting it on the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes in the process.

"You cooked, the least I can do is this" you said with a small laugh, refocusing on your task.

Felix tilted his head and smiled, but didn’t insist further on the matter.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. When you finished and turned toward the living room, walking over to Felix, who had a relaxed expression on his face, enjoying the warm and friendly atmosphere, he spoke.

"I think I feel more comfortable here than I expected" the long-haired blonde admitted, now opening his eyes and turning his head in your direction.

Something in the way he said it, how his gaze softened for a moment before his eyes lit up again with their usual spark, caught your attention. Felix shifted in his seat, stretching his limbs, a tired yawn escaping his lips.

"I’m going to sleep. If you need anything… my room is at the end of the small hall, to the right" you told Felix with a small, friendly smile on your face.

Felix nodded, adjusting himself more comfortably on the sofa.

"I’ll bring you a blanket, it looks like it’s going to rain and get colder" you told Felix, glancing out the small window in the kitchen. The sky had suddenly turned gray, and you could feel the wind hitting the glass.

"Thanks, I appreciate it" Felix responded, now lying down on the sofa, grabbing a cushion and placing it under his head.

Not wanting Felix to get cold, you walked to a storage cabinet. You returned and draped the blanket over his body, covering him completely except for his head.

"Good night, Y/N" he murmured in a sleepy voice, his eyes already closed, ready to rest.

"Good night, Felix" you replied, walking down the hall. However, something inside you told you that tonight, you wouldn’t sleep peacefully.

Your sleep was interrupted by the sound of thunder striking nearby, jolting you awake with your heart racing against your chest. You shifted between your blankets, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it seemed impossible, as if the universe was making it difficult for you to fall back asleep. Then, suddenly, you heard soft, persistent knocks on your wooden door—almost desperate.

You reluctantly left the warmth of your blankets, approaching the door cautiously. Those knocks were unusual, and they even frightened you a little.

With your heart still pounding, you carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door just enough to peek out. On the other side, in the dimly lit hallway, stood Felix. His messy hair indicated he had woken up in a hurry, but it wasn’t what stood out the most.

In his arms, a small rabbit trembled against his chest, completely soaked by the rain. Its white fur was matted and dripping water onto the wooden floor and Felix's arms, but what caught your attention most were its ears and the outline of its eyes, a very light brown. This was undoubtedly the same rabbit from earlier.

Felix looked at you with pleading eyes.

"The little one woke me up, he was scratching at the entrance door" he explained in a quiet voice, trying not to scare the trembling animal any more.

You blinked, stunned—what was a rabbit doing scratching at your door?

"But… How did it get here? Rabbits don’t usually approach human houses like this. They always run away." Never in the time you had lived in this village or this house had a rabbit come anywhere near, let alone scratch your door.

"They don’t have to run away from me" Felix replied, his lips curling slightly as he lowered his gaze to the rabbit, gently stroking its wet head.

You furrowed your brow at him, tearing your gaze from the animal and focusing on Felix. Doubts filled your mind, surely showing on your face.

"What does that mean?" you asked, your words coming out more like a statement than a question. At first, everything had seemed like jokes or coincidences, but this was too much. You didn’t understand, and you didn’t like being stuck in this invisible limbo between total doubt and distrust of a guy who had been nothing but kind from the start.

Felix took a deep breath, as if preparing the right words.

"It means… that I’m not exactly what you think. I… I can really talk to them." Felix admitted, closing his eyes cautiously, almost as if he were waiting for your reaction to be a shout, a slap, or some other violent response. But it wasn’t. You were stunned, not because Felix had no proof, but because it seemed completely absurd and impossible.

How could he—how could anyone—speak to animals?

"I can’t believe you, Felix. No matter how much I want to, this seems absurd. How could you, how could anyone…" Your endless stammering was cut off by the words that left Felix’s mouth.

"I’m a fairy." Those words came from the guy holding the rabbit. Silence filled the hallway.

You stared at him, waiting for him to laugh or tell you it was all a joke. But he didn’t. Instead, he held your gaze with complete seriousness.

"A fairy of animals" he continued, explaining further. "They feel me. My essence, my scent… That’s why this little one came here. He found me because he knew I could give him shelter."

The rabbit, as if to confirm his words, rubbed its nose against Felix’s wet hand and closed its eyes in satisfaction.

Your mind was racing, trying to find a rational explanation. But nothing made sense. The guy you had met on an ordinary day by the fountain was now confessing his biggest secret, trusting you completely just to help this small animal.

If he truly was a fairy, it made so much sense, considering you’d never met anyone with such a pure heart as his.

"I… this is a lot to process, even to believe" were the only words that escaped your mouth. Your gaze moved from Felix to the rabbit as the gears in your mind worked, searching for any other logical explanation.

"I know, I’m sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll leave as soon as the sun rises, but please, let me stay tonight. Let’s take care of him together." Felix’s words came out quickly, his eyes filled with nervousness.

His rushed and urgent words. You looked at him, still processing everything—the confession, the soaked rabbit in his arms, his fearful plea that you wouldn’t reject him.

You knew this was strange. It didn’t make sense. A part of you wanted to question everything. But another part, a more instinctual one, urged you to trust him.

His eyes, bright with anxiety, held onto yours. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind in your chest.

"Stay" you murmured finally, with a small sigh. Felix blinked, as if unsure he had heard you correctly.

"Really?" he asked incredulously, his eyes filling with hope and a golden gleam.

"Really" you confirmed, and although your mind was still full of doubt, your voice was firm. "But you’re going to explain everything to me calmly and in detail in the morning."

"Thank you, We really appreciate it" Relief immediately appeared on his face, and if he didn’t have the rabbit in his arms, you were sure he would have come over to hug you.

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you turned and walked toward the living room, taking a couple of towels from a cabinet. You handed them to Felix to dry the rabbit, who was still trembling slightly.

He took everything with trembling hands, as if he still couldn’t believe you were letting him stay.

Once he made sure the little animal was comfortable and warm, wrapped in the towels on his arms, Felix collapsed onto the sofa with a long sigh. You sat beside him, your now calmer gaze fixed on the furry animal.

And there, in the living room, with the air still filled with confessed secrets and the soft sound of rain tapping on the windows, you spent the night.

Your fingers moved slowly over the small rabbit’s fur, feeling its calm breathing under your hand. Fatigue slowly began to overtake you, your eyelids growing heavy until, without realizing it, your head rested on Felix’s shoulder.

He didn’t move at all, only letting out a serene sigh as he gently placed his head on top of yours, allowing the calm to envelop you both, and you both fell into a deep sleep.

.ᐟA/N: thank u so much for reading! This took me more time than my other creations becuase I wanted to try and make a longer fanfic so I really hope you like it. Please dont forget to like and reblog (divider not mine!)

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필릭스 ─── hands on me

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smut below the cut - minors gtfo.

it wasn't your first tattoo, but it was your first time going to this shop. 

what made it nerve-wracking was the fact that your tattoo artist, felix, was absolutely stunning. you had heard about him through a friend, and now, seeing him in person, it was impossible not to feel a little flustered.

felix was everything you imagined—and then some. his black hair, slightly tousled, framed a face that could've been carved by a master sculptor. the tattoos that covered his arms, neck, and chest were intricate and bold, each one telling a story. 

he also had a variety of piercings—small hoops and studs that caught the light in a way that was somehow both edgy and captivating. his warm eyes, though, were what really threw you off guard. despite his tough exterior, there was something soft, inviting, almost comforting about them.

but it wasn’t just his eyes that drew you in. you couldn’t help but focus on his lips, which were perfectly shaped—plump and naturally a little shiny, likely from the chapstick he kept applying. you found yourself getting lost in the way he spoke, your eyes lingering on his lips as he explained the tattoo process, trying not to blush every time he glanced your way.

he looked so damn good. and that only made your nerves skyrocket.

the tattoo itself wasn’t huge, but the idea of being alone with him, vulnerable as he worked on your skin, had you second-guessing everything. you had no idea how long you could stay still, especially with his hands so close to you.

after you filled out the paperwork, felix returned shortly, holding a few sketches he’d worked on. you had opted for a bite mark design on your inner thigh—something subtle but realistic, something that would look almost like a real imprint. you’d spent hours online researching, and now it was time to make it real. you looked at the options, your hand shaking slightly as you reached out to point at the one you liked the most.

“this one’s perfect,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended. your gaze lifted to meet his, feeling heat creep up your neck. you tried to push the nerves down, but it was hard when he was standing so close, his presence overwhelming in the best and worst ways.

felix chuckled softly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noticed your discomfort. his expression softened just a little, and he leaned in slightly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the spot you had pointed to. “don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and calm, almost teasing. “we’ll take it slow. you’ll be fine.”

you nodded, trying to calm the storm of butterflies in your stomach. felix’s confidence was reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the mix of excitement and nerves swirling within you. 

felix slipped on his black gloves, the latex stretching over his fingers with a soft snap. he looked up at you, his gaze shifting between the paperwork on the counter and the spot you had indicated for your tattoo. "so, where did you say you wanted it again? your inner thigh?" his voice was steady, but there was a slight curiosity in his tone, maybe even a hint of hesitation.

you nodded, setting your bag down on the table next to the tattoo chair, your hands slightly trembling from both nerves and anticipation. "yeah, the inner thigh."

felix seemed to hesitate, his eyes flicking to your leggings. you could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to phrase his question just right. "um... are those rollable?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward your leggings.

your stomach sank, realization hitting you. you had completely forgotten to bring a pair of safety shorts, the kind that would make this whole process a lot easier for both of you. you felt a knot tighten in your chest. "uh... no. they're not," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze, suddenly very aware of your clothing.

felix's eyes softened, and he nodded slowly, clearly understanding the situation. he seemed to be weighing his words, a slight furrow of uncertainty crossing his brow before he spoke again. "are you comfortable with... taking them off?" his voice was gentle, yet there was a note of hesitation there, as if unsure how you might react. "if not, it's okay. we can always reschedule, do it another day."

you felt the pressure of the moment, the weight of the decision hanging in the air. you knew you had to get this done—work was about to pick up, and you didn’t have much time to spare. you couldn’t afford to reschedule. after a brief moment of internal conflict, you sighed softly and gave a small, reassuring shake of your head. "i can take them off. it's fine," you said, your voice a little more steady now. you offered a smile, though it felt slightly forced.

felix's expression seemed to relax at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing. he gave you a small, reassuring smile in return, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "okay," he said gently. "i'll give you some privacy, then."

with that, he turned and made his way toward the door. his footsteps were quiet, almost deliberate, and before leaving, he glanced back at you once more. "let me know when you're ready," he said softly before closing the door behind him, leaving you in the room alone.

you stood there for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling through you. you knew it was just part of the process, but it felt more intimate than you anticipated. still, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what came next.

you called out softly, "i'm ready," your voice steady despite the storm of nerves coursing through you. moments later, the door creaked open, and felix stepped back in, his gaze carefully neutral as he approached.

"alright," he said warmly, his tone professional yet kind. he kept his focus on your face as he moved to his workstation, ensuring you didn’t feel self-conscious under his gaze. "let me just get everything set up."

you nodded, clutching the edge of the chair lightly, your palms damp. the air felt cooler against your exposed skin, heightening your awareness of the situation. you reminded yourself that this was just part of the process—felix was a professional, and you were in good hands.

felix busied himself organizing his tools, laying out the stencil, and double-checking the placement. when he turned back toward you, he knelt slightly to meet your eye level, his tone gentle. "alright, i’m going to place the stencil now. let me know if it feels off, okay?"

you swallowed hard and nodded again, your throat feeling tight. "okay," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

felix moved closer, his gloved hands brushing lightly against your skin as he positioned the stencil on your inner thigh. his touch was firm yet delicate, and the closeness of it all made your heart race even faster. you forced yourself to stay still, focusing on your breathing.

"how does that look?" felix asked, pulling back slightly to give you space to examine the placement. his eyes met yours, soft and reassuring, as if sensing your nervousness.

you glanced down, grateful for the chance to break eye contact. the stencil looked perfect—exactly where you’d envisioned it. "it’s great," you said, trying to sound more confident. "right where i wanted it."

"good," felix replied, smiling slightly as he stood up. he moved to adjust his machine, the hum of it filling the room a moment later. "you ready to get started? i’ll go slow at first, so you can get used to the feeling."

you nodded, gripping the armrests of the chair a little tighter. "yeah, i’m ready."

felix leaned in again, his presence calming despite the anxiety bubbling within you. his voice was gentle as he spoke. "just let me know if you need a break, okay? you’re doing great so far."

the first touch of the needle against your skin was sharp, but it was the kind of pain you could endure. you tried to focus on the steady hum of the machine and felix’s soft, calming instructions. still, his closeness made it hard to relax—his body angled toward you, his breath occasionally fanning over your skin, and the subtle brush of his hand near your inner thigh sent your heart racing.

felix worked with a laser focus, his movements precise and practiced as he outlined the stencil. his professionalism was clear, but the proximity made it impossible for you not to notice every little thing—the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth of his hands through the gloves, and the way his dark eyes stayed intently on his work.

lost in his task, felix leaned in further, his breath ghosting over your exposed skin. his knuckles brushed the outside of your underwear, a touch so light it could have been accidental, but it sent a jolt through you. the sensations from the needle—the sharpness, the vibrations—only seemed to amplify the growing heat in your core. you pressed your lips together, willing yourself to stay still, but the ache was becoming impossible to ignore.

as felix adjusted his position, his hand grazed just slightly closer, his knuckles brushing against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. the contact was brief but electric, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. the sound was barely audible over the hum of the tattoo machine, but felix froze instantly, his head snapping up.

his dark eyes locked onto yours, a mix of concern and something unspoken flashing across his face. “you okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine care as he set the machine down on the tray beside him. his gaze flicked over your face, searching for any sign of distress.

your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words. the weight of the situation hit you all at once—the intimacy of the moment, the vulnerability of being in this position with someone like felix, and the fact that he had noticed your reaction. you nodded quickly, your face burning as you tried to steady your breathing. "yeah, i’m fine," you said, your voice a little higher than usual, betraying your flustered state.

felix’s brows knitted together briefly, as if he wasn’t entirely convinced. he tilted his head slightly, his tone softening even further. "you sure? we can take a break if you need."

you swallowed hard, shaking your head more firmly this time. "no, really, i’m okay. just... sensitive, i guess." you gave a nervous laugh, hoping to brush it off.

felix’s lips curved into a small, understanding smile, though there was still something unreadable lingering in his expression. "alright," he said gently. "but if anything feels uncomfortable, you let me know, okay?"

you nodded again, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment as he returned to his work. his focus shifted back to the tattoo, but the tension in the air felt heavier now, charged with an energy neither of you acknowledged. you closed your eyes, willing yourself to stay composed, though the sensation of his hands and the steady vibrations made it a challenge you weren’t sure you’d win.

throughout the duration of the tattoo session, you tried your best to maintain a calm composure, hiding the telltale signs of your arousal as you and felix talked about random things. but felix could see and smell it all too clearly. the scent of your desire wafted through the air, filling his senses and causing an immediate reaction in his jeans. his member began to thicken and strain against the fabric, already tight on its own.

though he knew he needed to remain professional, the sight and smell of your arousal was impossible to resist. he couldn't help but lean in closer, selfishly inhaling more of your intoxicating scent as he worked deftly on your skin. as his breath brushed against your core, a shiver ran down your spine.

but then he caught a glimpse of your slick glistening through your panties, and he almost let out an audible groan. it was clear that you were completely turned on by him and his touch, and he couldn't resist pushing the boundaries just a little further. 

you squirmed slightly, the movement catching his attention. "still doing okay?" felix asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. the words were laced with a subtle edge, a hint of something more.

"y-yeah," you stammered, your voice unsteady. your face felt hot, and you avoided his gaze, knowing that if you looked at him now, you might lose whatever shred of composure you had left.

felix's lips quirked into a small smile, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he refocused on the tattoo. he told himself to stop, to keep this professional, but the temptation was maddening. his hand brushed against your thigh again, his knuckles grazing higher this time, and he swore he felt you shiver.

he glanced up, his dark eyes locking with yours. the room felt unbearably small, the air thick with tension. felix hesitated, his professionalism warring with the primal desire that had been building since the session began.

he leaned back slightly, setting the tattoo machine down. his gloves flexed as he adjusted them, his voice soft but firm when he finally spoke. "you’re... really sensitive here," he said, his words carrying more weight than their innocent meaning should have.

you swallowed hard, your breath quickening. "yeah, i guess so," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

felix leaned in again, his face so close you could feel the heat of his breath. "if this gets too much for you... or if you need anything, just say the word," he said, his tone almost daring you to admit what he already knew.

the tension in the room was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken desire. felix's hand had just brushed your slick panties again, his breath hot against your inner thigh, when you jolted slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips. your body was trembling, the sensations overwhelming as your arousal built to a point where you could barely think straight.

"felix," you breathed, your voice unsteady as you placed a hand on his wrist, stopping his movements. "i... i need a second."

he froze immediately, his dark eyes snapping up to meet yours, filled with concern. his hand withdrew gently, and he sat back slightly, giving you space. "are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice steady but laced with worry.

you nodded quickly, swallowing hard as you tried to steady your breathing. "yeah, i’m just... it’s a lot," you admitted, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. you couldn’t meet his gaze, but when you glanced down, you caught sight of the prominent bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric. your breath hitched at the realization, and your eyes darted back up to his.

felix followed your gaze and cursed under his breath, running a gloved hand through his dark hair. "i’m sorry," he murmured, his voice rougher now. he shifted slightly, as if trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was no use.

your heart raced at his words, a mix of embarrassment and intrigue flooding through you. "felix..." you started, your voice trembling.

he leaned closer, his gaze locking onto yours, his expression equal parts hesitant and desperate. "if this is too much, we can stop," he said, his tone sincere. "but... if you want, i can help you." his words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

your lips parted, your mind spinning at the offer. "help me?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

felix nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "you know what i mean." he said, his voice dropping an octave, "i can take care of it. only if you want me to." his gloved hand rested lightly on your thigh, his touch both comforting and suggestive, and his eyes were pleading.

you hesitated, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you considered his words. the ache between your legs was unbearable, and the thought of his skilled hands—or more—bringing you relief was almost too tempting to resist. but the intensity of the moment, the sheer intimacy of what he was offering, made you pause.

"only if you’re sure," felix added, his voice softer now. "i don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with."

you gave him a nod, your voice wavering. “words, y/n.” he said, setting the tool down and taking his gloves off. “i-i’m sure,” you said nervously.

that was all felix needed. he yanked off his gloves, tossing them aside in a hurry. a growl rumbled low in his chest as he leaned in, his hand sliding higher along your thigh, skimming the edge of your panties. his lips were tantalizingly close to your skin, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your panties, a teasing, feather-light touch that made you gasp softly. felix smirked, his eyes darkening as he saw the effect he had on you. "so wet," he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against your clit through the fabric, drawing a whimper from your lips. "is this all for me?"

you nodded, your body arching into his touch as a soft moan escaped you. felix groaned, leaning down to press his lips against your thigh, his kisses slow and deliberate.

 he tugged your panties aside, exposing you fully to his gaze. your pretty lips were glistening, sopping wet with your essence. his eyes drank you in, and he licked his lips before looking up at you. "i want to make you feel good," he said, his voice husky with need. "will you let me?"

"please," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

felix didn’t hesitate. he dropped to his knees in front of the chair, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to the edge. 

his touch was gentle and careful as he moved your thighs apart, mindful not to disturb your freshly inked skin. with one hand holding your panties to the side and the other spreading your lips open, he marveled at the sight between your legs. "fuck, you're so wet," he murmured before leaning in for a taste.

the sensation of his tongue piercing against your sensitive flesh caught you by surprise, but it was a welcomed one. a wave of satisfaction rippled through you as he flicked his tongue against your clit with skilled precision. your hand found its way to his head, fingers tangling into his hair and tugging occasionally in pleasure. he looked up at you, a hand running along the inside of your thigh as he lavished attention on your bud.

a deep growl rumbled from his chest as he buried his face deeper into your cunt, sucking and licking with fervent desire. you couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped your lips or the way your body arched towards him. "just like that," you praised him through heavy breaths, hips bucking against his face desperately.

it was too much. the sight of felix between your legs, his nose buried in your mound and the wet, sloppy noises of him eating you out sent a sharp pang to your core. with a few more sucks from his mouth, you came undone - stars exploding behind closed eyes and pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. felix eagerly lapped up every drop of you, not pulling away until you gently guided his head off of you.

he stood up in front of you, smiling down with pride and lust in his eyes. "feeling better?" he asked playfully. you could only nod, cheeks flushed darkly from the intense encounter that had just occurred. your gaze drifted down to the prominent bulge in his jeans, knowing that he needed release too. "let me help you," you muttered, eagerly reaching for him.

felix’s grin faltered for a moment as your words sank in. his dark eyes widened slightly, and then his smirk returned, this time tinged with a hint of surprise and desire. "you don’t have to do that," he said softly, though the way his voice betrayed just how much he wanted you to.

you swallowed hard, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, but your gaze remained fixed on the straining bulge in his jeans. the thought of him, thick and hard, made your core clench again. you shook your head, your voice steadier now. "i want to."

felix’s jaw tightened, and he let out a low groan, as though he was fighting every instinct he had. "are you sure?" he asked, his hands flexing at his sides. "this wasn’t supposed to go this far. i... i don’t want you to feel pressured."

you stood slowly from the chair, your knees still a little shaky, but your determination unwavering. your hands reached for his belt, and when you looked up at him, your eyes were full of intent. "i’m sure, felix," you said softly, your fingers working the buckle open. 

he let out a sharp breath, his restraint snapping as he nodded. "fuck," he muttered, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "i’m not going to hold back, then."

with that, felix helped guide you as you undid his jeans, his cock springing free, the sight making your breath catch. he was surprisingly thick, the head flushed and already leaking precum, and the sheer size of him only made your arousal spark anew. felix leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he pulled you flush against him. 

“bend over that counter for me.” he instructed you, patting your barely clothed ass. you did just that, bending over the counter and arching your back for him slightly. he yanked your panties to the side again, getting behind you hurriedly. he rubbed his fat tip against your wet lips, coating himself with a groan. he pushed himself inside you slowly, as if savoring every inch being swallowed by your cunt. each second of his cock filling you was pure bliss; he felt divine. 

he buried himself to the hilt, a low, throaty groan leaving his lips. he ran his hands up your back, catching your shoulder to pull you back against him. “oh, you feel so good,” he grunted, slowly pistoning his cock in and out of your cunt. he lifted your leg carefully, helping you rest it on the counter so he could fuck you better. 

his hands roamed your body as he fucked into you, one of them resting in the crevice of your thighs and your hip, squeezing into your flesh. he sped up quickly, rutting into you with low growls and curses. his thick tip massaged your g-spot so deliciously, making a pit form deep in your stomach. you whined loudly, crying out in bliss as he stretched you fully.

felix abruptly halted when he heard a sharp knock at his door, and he cursed under his breath. "i'm with a client," he hollered, his hands still kneading your flesh while he paused inside you. the sound of footsteps retreating from outside his door made him exhale heavily with relief. he quickly returned to thrusting into you with renewed vigor, the thrill of almost getting caught fueling his actions. 

as he continued to fuck you senseless, you whimpered in excitement, knowing that any minute someone could walk in on you both. "you almost got us caught," felix growled, increasing his pace to an unrelenting one as he whispered dirty words in your ear. the possibility of being caught only heightened the intense pleasure pulsating through your body, and you couldn't help but moan louder with each powerful thrust.

felix moaned loudly as your pussy tightened around him, fluttering and milking him with every delicious movement. "f-fucking...shit, you're gonna make me cum already," he choked out hoarsely. his fingers dug into your skin now and his hips were moving quickly and urgently as he chased his release.

your ass slapped against his waist, the loud clapping sounds echoing in the room. "cum in me," you whimpered, glancing back at him over your shoulder with pleading eyes. he didn't need to be told twice and obliged, your words sending him over the edge in no time. with a deep growl, he threw his head back and bit his lip as he emptied himself inside of you. he pumped you full with his load, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum.

you whined in pleasure, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of you, mixing his release with your own essence. his gaze never left where your bodies were connected, as if he was in a trance from how thoroughly fucked out he was. 

he finally pulled out wetly, helping you stand back upright. “are you okay?” he asked, tucking himself away quickly and helping you fix your panties. you nodded, still dazed from the thorough fucking he gave you. “yeah, th-thanks for helping me,” you looked up at him, a dark blush on your face. 

he grinned and zipped his pants back up. “don’t mention it,” he nodded toward the chair. “should we continue?”

needless to say, you continued. and you definitely would be coming back.

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[strrykais]

(𐙚) have you ever tried this one?

so many different positions, the guys would have never thought this one was your absolute favorite...

requested: ot8 texts with skz when they (skz) ask their partner about their favourite position and the partner responds with main vocalist (seungmin) etc.

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Hello!!!

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Can you please write Stray kids' reactions to their s/o pulling up this prank on them? https://www.instagram.com/reel/DABkBvONJRd

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Does My Shirt Smell?

Prank them by asking them to smell your shirt, only to lean in and kiss their forehead instead—then watch their reaction!

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Chan

Without thinking much, Chan leaned in to check the smell, only to be met with a soft kiss on his forehead. A wave of warmth spread over him, and he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. His lips curled into a wide grin as he looked at you, clearly delighted. He loved this kind of affection—it was unexpected and playful, just the way he liked it. "Darling, you play dirty," he said, chuckling as he spoke. His voice held a playful tone, and it was clear he enjoyed the surprise. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, mimicking the action you had just taken. "I'll take my revenge," he said with a twinkle in his eye, a teasing promise in his words. You couldn’t help but smile at his playful nature, but before you could respond, he began to pamper you with a flurry of kisses all over your face. The sudden onslaught of affection caught you off guard, and you laughed, trying to push him away gently, but he was relentless. His kisses were warm and full of affection, each one making you melt a little more. You soon gave up, surrendering to the sweetness of the moment, your laughter filling the room.

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Feel this—the power of my kiss," he said, his voice still playful. "Your shirt doesn’t smell bad at all. In fact, I can only smell love between us, and it’s strong." He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, his joy unmistakable. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a surge of affection for him. His playful teasing only made you love him more. But he wasn’t done yet. "And next time," he continued with a mischievous grin, "I’ll be the one giving you this cheesy prank. You better be ready." There was something about the way he said it—half teasing, half sincere—that made your heart flutter. You knew it would be impossible to say no to him, especially when he was in this playful mood. His energy was infectious, and the way he showered you with love, even in the form of jokes and pranks, made you feel cherished and special. As you looked at him, his eyes still filled with a twinkle of mischief, you realized that moments like these were what made your relationship so unique.

Minho

It’s silent after he receives the kiss on his forehead from you. Minho stands there, caught off guard, his fingers still holding the shirt he was sniffing to check the smell as you had requested. His expression shifts subtly, the confusion in his eyes gradually giving way to realization. You can almost see the moment it clicks—he knows you pranked him. For a second, he looks like he might say something, but instead, his lips twitch upward into the faintest hint of a smile, though he tries to play it cool, as always. Before you can react, he takes a step closer, his movements deliberate and unhurried. His hand reaches out, lightly brushing against your arm, and in one swift motion, he pulls you into a kiss. His lips meet yours, firm yet tender, catching you by surprise. The kiss lingers just long enough to leave you breathless, but he doesn’t pull away completely, his lips hovering close as he speaks. “You could just ask if you really wanted a kiss,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, one he’s barely able to suppress.

He’s trying to maintain his usual air of indifference, but it’s a losing battle. The sparkle in his eyes betrays him, revealing the amusement and affection he can’t quite hide. He liked it—the prank, the attention, and the love you gave him—even if he didn’t show it often. Minho leans back slightly, his hand still on your arm. His gaze locks onto yours, and he tilts his head, studying your face. “There you go, another kiss,” he says softly, his tone playful yet warm. “Or should I stop?” His dark eyes glint with mischief, and you can feel the challenge in his words. You laugh, your cheeks warming, and shake your head. “Don’t stop,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible. His smirk deepens, and he leans in again, this time pressing another kiss to your lips. It’s softer, slower, as though he’s savoring the moment. When he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes your cheek. “Maybe my darling is craving my attention so badly they had to come up with this silly prank,” he teases, his voice dropping to a hushed, affectionate tone. “You’re lucky I love you.” He finishes with a kiss on your forehead. “Next time, just ask. You’ll get all the attention you want.”

Changbin

Once you kiss Changbin's forehead, he freezes for a moment, caught in the middle of trying to smell your shirt. His confusion is short-lived as laughter bursts out of him, loud and rich, echoing in the room. That laugh of his—it’s something you’ve always adored. It’s vibrant, warm, and so uniquely him, filling the air with joy. It’s obvious your little prank has completely amused him. You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting back your own laughter. You’re determined to keep an innocent expression, as if you have no idea why he’s laughing so much. His sharp eyes catch yours, twinkling with playful accusation. “Is that your way of sneaking a chance to kiss me?” he teases, his voice thick with amusement. His grin grows wider, and the way his laugh lingers makes it harder for you to hold your composure. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say, barely managing to keep a straight face. Changbin doesn’t buy it for a second. Shaking his head, still grinning, he steps closer. “Alright,” he says with exaggerated patience, his tone light but teasing, “you want a kiss? Here you go.”

Before you can process his words, his hands find their way to your waist, his grip firm yet gentle. He pulls you closer, the warmth of his presence immediately surrounding you. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he’s giving you a chance to change your mind—but why would you? He leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft, so tender, it sends a shiver down your spine. The world around you seems to fade as you lose yourself in the moment. When he pulls back, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes lock onto yours. Those eyes—dark, intense, and filled with love—make your breath hitch. They seem to hold an unspoken promise, a quiet devotion that makes your heart swell. “Better?” he asks, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Or do you need more?” Before you can answer, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. He raises an eyebrow, the playful spark in his eyes unmistakable. “Or should I just attack you with kisses? You can count it as my revenge for that sweet little prank of yours,” he adds, his tone mock-threatening. Then, with a smirk, he leans in even closer, his voice low but full of teasing. “Get ready, love,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. “I don’t have mercy when it comes to this kiss attack.”

Hyunjin

The first thing you see is Hyunjin’s irritated eyes and playful glare as you kiss his forehead. His lips purse as he dramatically wipes the spot where your lips just landed, a mock display of disapproval. “Come on, where do you even get these silly ideas?” he asks, but the lightness in his tone gives him away. There’s no real bite in his words—just a playful exasperation that makes you grin. Before you can reply, he continues, “You really need to step up your prank game. Maybe something more creative... like a kiss in the right place.” His finger points directly at his lips, and despite his effort to appear serious, a grin spreads across his face, a little too wide to be convincing. You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, but he catches the slight flush on your cheeks. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not tempted,” he teases, his grin now bordering on mischievous. “But okay, I’ll let it go for now.” Before you can process what he means, Hyunjin pulls you down onto the couch with him, his arms wrapping securely around your waist.

The sudden closeness catches you off guard, and you yelp as he pulls you tighter against his chest. His legs wrap around you too, locking you in place as if you’re some sort of oversized teddy bear he refuses to let go of. The warmth of his embrace and the weight of him pressing against you is both comforting and slightly overwhelming. “See? Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice dripping with teasing affection. You can feel the vibration of his words against your skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Hyunjin tilts his head to meet your gaze, his eyes softening as he looks at you. “I’ll make sure you get that kiss you’re so desperate for,” he says, his tone light but laced with a hint of challenge. His grin returns, mischievous as ever. “But don’t think you’ll get away without paying the price. Maybe I’ll keep you here all night... you know, to make sure you don’t try another silly prank on me.” And just like that, his laughter fills the room, pulling you into a moment you wish could last forever.

[felix-gallery]

˗ˏˋ ⌗ 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭 & 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 ⁎⁺˳ ✧ ˎˊ˗

[ihave-atummyache]

thinking abt minho fucking you and you’re moaning loud enough that anyone else in the house can hear it but he doesn’t care. he wants them to hear you, he knows his best friend/roommate like the back of his hand. he knows that jisung is probably touching himself to the sound of the two of you fucking and he kind of enjoys the thought. when han had told him earlier that chan and changbin were coming over to work on music, he knew that they would eventually hear you too. when he’s in the middle of flipping you to your knees to hit it from the back, you’re too fucked out to hear the front door open and close but he hears it. he also hears the foot steps slowing down outside of his door, someone leaning in to listen to your sweet sounds and begging him to let you cum. “why don’t you ask whoever is standing outside the door if you deserve to cum?”

[multi-stays]

A Scent Called You

Paring: Omega!Felix/Alpha!FemReader

Genre: 18+ Smut/Hybrid AU

Summary: You and your best friend Felix decided to take the weekend off and chill out in a small cabin, but things start to heat up when Felix gets a whiff of your heat.

Note: A smut collab with @inkandtension

✨💜Warning below the cut💜✨

Warnings: unprotected sex, knotting, cussing, begging, Felix in rut, whimpering, pet names, mounting

The cabin was quiet, the soft hum of the heater filling the space as snow swirled outside. You and Felix had come here for a weekend getaway, an escape from the noise of the city and the stress of daily life. It was supposed to be peaceful—a chance to relax. But the sharp, scent hit the air without warning.

Your heat.

It wasn’t supposed to happen now. You’d taken suppressants before the trip, sure they would hold you over. But the warmth spread through your body, a relentless tide of heat spreading from your core. Your scent filled the air like a lush storm: rich, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. It made your legs falter, your breath hitch as the undeniable truth settled over you.

Across the room, Felix froze.

The Omega's nose twitched, his big brown eyes widening as your scent washed over him. The instant it hit, his pupils dilated. He let out a soft whimper, the sound low and needy.

“Y/N…” His voice trembled, his usual sunshine demeanor replaced by something raw. “You’re in heat.”

You swallowed hard, your Alpha instincts roaring to the surface as his scent began to change too, you looked at him, unable to resist the urge to bit his neck when he threw his head back and his adams apple bobbed. His own heat-triggered rut hit like a tidal wave—a primal, heady mix of need and submission rolled into one. Felix’s cheeks flushed pink, and his breathing grew ragged.

“Alpha…” His voice was a shaky whisper, almost unrecognizable.

Shit.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes glowing with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. A low, guttural growl slipped from his throat. He shifted in his seat, fidgeting as though his skin had suddenly become too tight.

“Y-Your scent…” he stammered, his hands gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles turned white. A faint sheen of sweat started to glisten on his brow, and his chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. “It’s too much. I—”

He stopped, his words dissolving into a needy whimper. You could see the exact moment his rut overtook him. His pupils, already dilated, became inky pools, swallowing the warm brown of his irises. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, which were parted slightly as he panted. His body trembled as he stood, swaying slightly, as though his legs could barely hold him upright.

“Alpha, please…” His voice cracked, thick with desperation as he took a step toward you.

“I can’t—I need to…” His words dissolved into a whine, his body trembling with barely restrained need. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands clutching at your thighs as his head bowed. “Please, Alpha. Let me… let me help you.”

His scent filled the air now, mixing with yours and creating a heady, overwhelming cocktail of need and want. It was rich and musky, tinged with the sweetness, and it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.

Felix’s hands clenched into fists against the floor as he fought to steady himself. “I need you,” he whispered, his voice rough and pleading. “It hurts, Alpha. I—please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you. Just—just let me…”

He looked up at you then, his expression needy.

“I need to touch you,” he begged, his voice trembling as he crawled closer. “I need to—need to take care of you. Please, Alpha. Let me… let me breed you.”

The last words came out in a choked gasp, as though saying them aloud had made his need all the more real. His hands reached out tentatively, brushing against your knees before clutching them desperately.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he whimpered possessively. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. Just—just let me…” His voice trailed off into another growl, his body trembling violently as he leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

The contact seemed to push him over the edge. His entire body shuddered as he inhaled deeply, letting your scent flood his senses. “Alpha,” he groaned, the sound raw and guttural. “I can’t—I need you. Please, please…”

His lips brushed against your skin, his sharp canines grazing lightly as he nuzzled into you. Every part of him screamed submission, but there was a desperate, primal edge to it—a deep, aching need that only you could satisfy.

“Say yes,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me I can have you. Tell me I can be yours.”

But then, he froze.

His hands, which had been wandering instinctively, gripped your hips harder as a flicker of clarity broke through the haze. His body tensed, and he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were still dark with lust, but there was a glimmer of hesitation beneath the hunger.

“Alpha,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “If… if you say yes…” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he fought to steady himself. “I won’t be able to stop. I can feel it—my rut’s taken over, and I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words were pained, his usual soft demeanor breaking through the haze of his instincts. His tail, which had been curling around your leg possessively, stilled as he stared at you, his brows furrowed in anguish.

“You have to say no,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Please, Alpha. Tell me no. I—” He shook his head, his hands trembling as he gripped your hips harder. “I can’t control it if you say yes. The sane part of me is begging you… to stop this before I lose myself. Only you can-”

You reached out, cupping his flushed cheeks with your hands. His skin was hot to the touch, his ears drooping as he leaned into your palm, his breath hitching. “Felix,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of heat and desire coursing through you. “I trust you.”

His eyes widened, and a soft whimper escaped his lips. “Don’t… don’t say that,” he begged, his voice trembling. “If you say yes, I won’t be able to hold back. I—”

“Please,” you interrupted, your voice firm yet laced with vulnerability. Your thumbs brushed against his cheeks, grounding him as your eyes locked onto his. “I want this. I want you, my omega.”

His resolve shattered.

His body moved on instinct, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he let out a guttural growl.

“Alpha,” he groaned, his voice raw and primal as he buried his face in your neck. “I’m sorry—I can’t stop anymore.”

His lips claimed yours in a fervent, desperate kiss, his hands roaming your body as though trying to memorize every curve. His tail swayed erratically behind him, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the instincts driving him.

“You’re mine, my alpha, mine, mine” he growled against your lips, his voice dripping with possessiveness and need. “I’ll take care of you—I’ll make you feel so good, I'll make my alpha feel good. Alpha, I promise.”

His words were a mix of devotion and desperation, his actions fueled by both love and the need to claim.

The desperate and hazy kissing quickly ended when Felix picked you up, one quick scoop was all it took for him to be carrying you princess-style to his bed.

The whole way praise never stopped leaving his lips, like a fountain it poured out. “Make you feel good Alpha, wanna mount you Alpha, feel you and your pretty pussy.”

Once in his bedroom, he shut the door with his foot and flopped you down on his bed, not hard but enough to make your head spin as his scent fumed off of the bed. Wrapping you in its soft and sweet glory, his scent made you feel dizzy as it filled your lungs, intoxicating you into some sort of trance.

Felix positioned himself between your legs, his tail hitting your feet that hung over his bed, tickling you with each lazy sway.

He hooked a finger in your pants, catching your underwear with it. Looking up at you he let out a soft whine, his eyes turned soft and blue as he checked one last time that this was in fact ok. He was hurting and you could see that, knowing it was Felix made the indecisiveness skip your brain.

You slipped your leg between his in confirmation, sliding your foot up his penis causing him to buck into the air.

His fingers on your skin were soft, as he frantically ripped off your pants and underwear, throwing them across the room and flipping you over.

“Slide down Alpha,” he said unbuckling his belt and springing his cock free, already hard and leaking with precum.

You slid down till your feet touched the floor, still warm from where Felix was standing, and bent over his bed.

As soon as Felix’s penis made contact with your wet folds he was pushing in hard, trying and failing to muffle the sound of his whimpers.

The intoxicating scent of you and Felix mixing soon filled the room, almost like a libido booster you became more horny with each breath. Desperately, you fought the urge not to just flip around and pin him down, riding his cock like you knew you so easily could.

“Felix such a Good Boy for me, dragging your cock head against my soft spot. Such a Good Boy Felix,” your words sent Felix wild, and any part of him that was still sane was now completely gone.

He pushed in quick yet long, letting his full length drag across your vaginal walls, making your stomach flutter and your walls clench around him. With his head dragging against your G-spot and his tail brushing against your clit with each deep thrust, you knew you wouldn't last long.

“Should I breed my Alpha, fill her up make her feel full-luh luh,” he growled as his tongue flopped out of his mouth and his knot started to form, making it hard for you to hold it anymore.

His soft comforting smell, the way he holds you from the back so gently as he fucks you so roughly, his cock hitting all the right spots like he was meant for you. You knew you were the Alpha and he the Omega, but sometimes you wanted to be held too, feel vulnerable, and let your guard down now and then. Who better to share these moments with than Felix your loving and forever understanding Omega.

“Fill me” you moaned breathlessly, pushing your ass back and your vagina up to better let him fuck you.

As Felix’s knot got bigger your release soon was upon you, the warm feeling of his cum filling you up was like heaven when your orgasm was at its peak.

Felix let out a guttural and deep moan as he slowly stopped moving, his fingers covered in mixed cum that was leaking down your ass.

With Felix now stuck to you, he climbed up behind you, gently wrapping his whole body (tail included) around you to keep warm.

He traced small circles on your chest as he rested his head on your back, his warm cheek flush to the skin of your back as he breathed with you, trying his best to calm the both of you down.

“Such a Good Boy, filling me up with your pups,” you said leaning back to kiss his bare shoulder, Felix shuddered in response, his whole body got chills from the simple gesture.

“I hoped I did good, I wanted to make you feel good Alpha,” he said letting out a sigh.

“How could you have any doubt Felix? My vagina is still leaking cum and your knot is still stretching my achy walls, this is by far the best I’ve ever been treated during my heat.”

A tint of pink spread over Felix’s cheeks as he let out a sigh of relief. Now he could fully let himself be comfortable, wrapped around you snuggly as the two of you dozed off to sleep. At one point in the night, Felix’s scent was spicy, animalistic even something you’d never smelled before that instantly turned you on, but now it was back to the way you remember it sweet, soft, and safe.

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

BF!STRAY KIDS ASKING YOU TO BE THE ONE INSIDE THEIR SKZOO MASCOT

//hyung line|maknae line\\

Pairing: bf!skz maknae line x gn!reader

Disclaimer: author's not at the end please read, way too much use of skzoo and mascot(please let me know if there's anything else!!)

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Enjoy!!

Author's note: I'm sorry for always disappearing for a month and then coming back with a barely acceptable post:( I know I've asked for reqs like a month ago and that this isn't any of them but this randomly came to mind and couldn't not do it! I'll start to work on them and I've actually came up with something for a seventeen req tho anon requested it so idk if they'll ever see it which makes me sad but it is what it is okay enough self pity now...I'd like you guys to honestly tell me your opinions (like was it boring or too monotonous or just not interesting at all or shittily written or anything like this) on this one bc I really need feedback and want to know what you guy's thing and want to interact with you guys! Thank you if you've read this far!

Please takes care of yourself and be safe!🫂❤️‍🩹

Taglist: @justwonder113 @ihrtlix @mon2sunjinsuver (if you want to get added/removed comment or write in asks)

[minsungincorrectquotes]

Changbin: Felix, spell perfect Felix: C-H-A-N-G-B-I-N Changbin: *blushes* *Meanwhile* Minho: Jisung, spell perfect Jisung: P-E-R-L-F-E-C Jisung: Wait no Jisung: P-R-E-R-L-F-E-C-T Minho: *facepalms*

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Felix Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Massages |

We all know that Felix gives absolutely killer massages. And he wouldn't hesitate to give you one on the dot if you asked him to. If I'm being completely honest, I think that Felix would give you one if he felt you needed it, too.

If you come home from a long day of work, or if you're stressed or tired, Felix will sit you down and just give you a massage to help you relax all of your tense muscles from the day. Of course, he'd slip in a kiss or two on your back, too. Every here and there, he'd check in to make sure you're doing okay, smile, and then gently kiss your shoulder or back before continuing.

Felix would also ask you about your day while he worked at your knotted muscles. Ask you what had happened to make you tense. He'd listen to every single word, giving his feedback and thoughts. He just wants you to not have any weight on you. Whether it was physical or mental. He's always gonna make sure you're okay.

| HUGS!! |

We all know that Felix is a huggable person. That, and he's a hugger. This man hugs his other members any chance he gets. You are no acception. Any chance he gets, he hugs you. Hell, he even warned you that he was a hugger when you both first started going out, so you knew what you were signing up for.

This man will literally use any excuse to hug you, too. You make him laugh? He's hugging you. You're being cute? He's hugging you. You made a delicious meal? He's hugging you. You're upset about something? He's hugging you. He's upset about something? Take a wild guess as to what I'm gonna say.

Felix is 100% hugging you if you're upset, though. It doesn't matter how serious or unserious it is. The same goes if he's feeling down. And he's not letting go until he's feeling better, or you're feeling better. Once you're okay, he'll loosen his grip, but he still won't let go. Rather, he'll talk things out with you and make sure you're not sad anymore. And then he'll let go, only to start cuddling you on the couch.

| Language Switching |

Felix is multilingual. That's a given. But if his lover was also bilingual or multilingual, I think that language switching would definitely be a thing. Mainly, you both would be switching between Korean and English. One little bit of the conversation would be in Korean, then the next moment, you're speaking in English.

I definitely think that there would be times where you both would be in public and wouldn't want anyone to really understand what you guys were talking about, and so you'd switch languages depending on where you were. Just so then you could both stay where you were, but not have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

It's also a great way for you both to stay sharp in the languages you both know. You don't really have to worry about losing any accents you might have, but it also helps you both remember things in each language or remind the other what something means. And if you both can't remember the word for something, then you both have fun trying to remember together.

| Bakes with You |

Y'all, I can't express the amount that I want to bake with Felix. And it's exactly why I think that Felix would want to bake with you. He'd show you how to make his brownies and cookies, and you'd both have a lot of fun doing it, too. Because let's be real here, neither of you would take it seriously in the slightest. You'd try, but you know that it won't last for long.

Flour will be blown towards each other, batter will be booped on noses, messes will be made. You'd both laugh hysterically with each other, though. It'd be a good time. Hell, you'd both have fun cleaning up the mess you made, too.

I also believe that you and Felix would take a ton of pictures while baking with each other. Some of these pictures would be posted on bubble, but only the ones that were of Felix. If he wanted to post one of you in the picture as well, he'd ask permission first. Because you being comfortable is always number one to him.

| Lets You Style His Hair |

Since Felix is currently growing his hair out, I feel like it gets annoying sometimes. And so, he goes to you to help him put it up. You know what you're doing, anyway. And having his hair done is relaxing to him, especially when you spend the first few minutes just running your hands through it and gently massaging his scalp.

I think Felix would sometimes ask you to teach him how to do certain things with his long hair, too. Like how to do different braids. He might struggle with tired arms halfway through, though. And so he'll end up just having you take over. He'll still pay attention to what you're doing. He's just not used to holding his arms up at that certain angle for how long.

Even if he did eventually learn and was capable of doing it himself, he'd still prefer for you to do it. There's just something in the way you do his hair in such a caring way. It's so sweet and gentle, and it's also such a nice bonding time, too. Felix can just rant about whatever's on his mind and you'll happily listen. It's definitely one of his favorite things to do with you.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[minminyoonjii]

Forever clawing at the cement walls that surround me for needing to call Felix mommy

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

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🕯Summary: There's nothing a good old-fashioned BJ can't fix, especially when you're stressed.

🌹CW

Fem Dom! Reader|Heel Grinding|Oral Sex|Blow Job|Oral Fixation|Messy Head|Edging|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Voyeurism|Mommy Kink|Pervert! Jisung|Aftercare

You sighed, rubbing your sore neck, "Baby?" you questioned, closing the front door behind you. Felix peeked his head out of his room, "You're home early," he pointed out, walking towards you. "Yeah. Is that a problem?" you teased, leaning forward. Felix chuckled, placing a peck on your lips, "Nope, not a problem at all. I was planning to bake something later if you want to join," he prompted, biting his bottom lip.

"I'd love to," you said, pulling him in for a hug. "Maybe we could catch a movie or two after," you suggest, squeezing him close. Felix giggled against your chest, "Sounds great," he said, looking up at you. "Call me down when you want to start baking, sunshine. I need to wash up," you groaned, rolling your shoulders. Felix smiled, "Sure can do, I'll set an alarm," he said, making a beeline towards his gaming room. 

You stripped off your clothes, setting the water just right before getting in. The feeling of water coaxing your skin instantly made you relax and soon thoughts began to pour. Some pure and some filthy, you imagined how the rest of your day would play out. Baking and then cuddles sound absolutely perfect but an itch deep within your brain thought of less wholesome things. You shook your head, blaming the heat of the water for your dirty ideas.

The thoughts spiraled from sucking Felix off before the timer rang or pinning him against the kitchen counter while he's stirring the baking batter. "Fuck," you whispered, pinching your cheeks. You sighed, getting out of the shower, "I need a drink," you mumbled to yourself, tying a towel around your body. You walked towards the kitchen, searching for anything cold in the fridge to subdue your thirst. 

A loud thud came from Felix's room, "What is the healer doing, we're getting crit here," he groaned, tossing his headphones in frustration. You knocked on the door, making him flinch, "Are you alright, baby?" you asked, opening the door. Felix nodded, "Yeah, just shitty teammates," he grumbled, crossing his arms. You cooed, placing a kiss on his forehead, "You'll get them next round," you encouraged. Felix's cheeks burned, noticing that you were only in your towel.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his silence, "Ah," you chuckled, seeing his agape jaw. Felix closed his mouth when you tilted his chin up. His eyes waver under your stare. The shower thoughts from earlier came forward again but this time you weren't going to stop them. You got on your knees, cleavage perfectly plump for him to stare at, "Do you want this baby?" you whispered, seeing Felix quickly close his game tabs.

He nodded, "Please, Mommy looks so pretty," he whined, gripping his seat. You cooed, "Can you do something for mommy before that?" you asked, hand grazing over his obvious bulge. "Yes, yes. Anything mommy wants," Felix said, eager to please you. "Good boy. Now turn on your recording system and plug in your mic, sunshine. Mommy wants you to hear yourself fall apart," you purred, pulling down the zip of his pants.

Felix moaned at the idea and did what you said, "Mommy," he keened, bucking his hips against your palm. You hummed, rubbing your throbbing clothed cock. Precum leaking through the tip. "Hah, Hhgh," Felix mewled, back arching to feel more. You chuckled, pressing your thumb between his clothed slit, drenching his boxers in slick. Felix sobbed, "Mama, mommy. No mo-more, teasing," he whimpered, aching to feel your mouth or hand around his cock.

You cooed, "Aww, but you're so pretty, sunshine. Look at the pretty mess you made," you said, showing him your slick-covered hand. Felix whined, pulling your wrist towards his mouth and taking a lick. You chuckled out a moan, "Mommy's dirty little prince, aren't you," you praised, tugging his boxers down to his calves, letting his cock slap against his plush tummy. "Mommy's prince," Felix mewled, tossing his head back when you finally stroked his cock.

"Moan for mommy, sunshine," you purred, pumping his cock within your palm. Twisting your wrist at his throbbing cockhead. Precum leaked all over his thighs. "Ah, hah, hah, ah," Felix panted, lips wobbling from pleasure. You gulped at the sight of your lover falling apart, "Fuck it," you grumbled, tapping his cockhead against your tongue. Felix squealed, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, "Too much, it's too much," he babbled, overstimulated by your stimulating tongue working his slit apart.

You moaned, wrapping your lips around his cockhead just to hear him cry from the pleasure. Felix sobbed, thighs trembling at the waves of arousal buzzing through his body, "Need to cum, Mama," he cried, his cock throbbing on your tongue. You hummed, sending more stimulating vibrations. Felix sucked on his bottom lips, abs tensing from the appending orgasm. You smirked around his cock, waiting for the moment his body arched and you pulled off.

Felix sobbed, tears spilling down his cheeks at the denial, "Mo-mommy!" he sniffled, his cock hard and aching. You shifted your body, heel placed directly on your bare clit, "Aww, I know pretty baby. Mommy knows," you cooed, licking a stripe up Felix's shaft. He keened, gripping the seat hard. You blew on his warm cockhead, smiling at the way he shivered, "Just relax, yeah?" you whispered, flattening your tongue to take his cock to the hilt.

"Shit, shit. Feel so good," Felix slurred, eyes rolling to the back at the warmth engulfing his cock. You bobbed your head at a relentless pace, his cock head making a filthy 'pop' sound every time he slid perfectly down your throat. Felix thrashed in his seat, his body quivering from the immense pleasure. You ground your hips, chasing your own orgasm as you swallowed around Felix's cock. "Cum-cumming," he wailed, digging his nails into the seat.

You sucked, gulping down every last drop. Felix mewled, his body convulsing as your mouth held a tight suction around his cock. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, soaking your feet with slickness. Felix's body twitched, cumming again from the overstimulation. You pulled off his cock, laying your head on his thigh. Felix lay spent, "Kiss," he rasped, jutting his bottom lip. You chuckled, wobbly standing up to kiss him.

Felix melted into your warmth, "Thank you, Mommy," he whispered, nuzzling your chest. You cooed, patting his hair, "Anytime, sunshine," you said, kissing his forehead. "You forgot to mute our call," Jisung said, jolting Felix from his daze. You shifted his messy tabs and pulled up Discord, only to see a flustered Jisung on the other end, "Didn't Chan teach you privacy, Ji?" you smirked, eyeing his oddly placed lotion on the desk.

Jisung whined, "How is it my fault your boyfriend is dumb," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "Hey, I'm not dumb," Felix retorted, glaring at the screen. You rolled your eyes, "You should've stopped listening the moment you heard him moan, Ji," you teased, turning on the camera. Jisung gulped at the sight, the both of you disheveled with post-clarity evident on your faces "Sounded hot," he mumbled, looking away. You smirked, "What was that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you both sounded hot now fuck off," Jisung rambled, ending the call. You looked at Felix and instantly burst into laughter, "Do you still want to bake?" you asked, wiping a stray tear. Felix nodded, "Yeah, just let me wash up and we can start," he said, pulling you in for another kiss. 

[cookielixie]

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

synopsis: you lost all hope in true love when your last relationship went south. since then you poured all your love and energy into the one thing you could rely on: streaming. but what happens when you meet someone that makes you want to love again?

genre: smau, streamer!felix, streamer!y/n, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings: abusive ex boyfriend, blackmail, obsessive behaviour (not from felix), cursing, alcohol (future chapters may contain more warnings, please read the warnings on each individual chapter)

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Bang Chan

He’s always been someone who takes his responsibilities incredibly seriously, to the point where it consumes him. Every task, big or small, is something he approaches with a sense of duty and focus, leaving no room for jokes or lightness. This intense pressure is something he’s put on himself for years, striving for perfection in everything he does. But sometimes, that pressure builds up too much, and it overwhelms him. That day, everything seemed to come crashing down at once. Feeling stressed and frustrated, he lashed out, snapping at you to shut up and stop bothering him, even though you weren't the source of his stress. The moment he saw your face change—your smile gone and the hurt in your eyes as you quietly walked away—he immediately realized he had made a mistake. Guilt washed over him the second he saw you turn, knowing he had taken his stress out on the wrong person. But by then, the damage was done, and there was nothing he could do to take back those words.

Later that same day, the weight of his actions gnawed at him, and he couldn’t shake the guilt that had been eating away at him since the moment you walked away. He knew he had to make things right, so he rushed to your house, heart pounding with anxiety and regret. When he arrived and saw you sitting on your bed, quietly sobbing, his heart sank. The sight of you in pain because of him, knowing he had caused it, made his chest ache. He had been too harsh, too scary in his anger, and now, seeing the aftermath of that moment, it hurt him even more. He approached slowly, his usual confidence replaced with hesitation. Gently, he sat down beside you on the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. His hand reached out, trembling just a bit, and he softly stroked your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as if trying to comfort you with just a touch. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine remorse. There was a gentleness to his tone, something tender and caring, all the things he should’ve shown earlier but hadn’t.

"I shouldn’t have shooed you away like that," he continued, the regret evident in every word. His hand moved to yours, fingers wrapping around it, holding it tightly as if he was afraid to let go. After a moment of silence, he couldn’t bear the distance between you anymore, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a warm, protective hug. His embrace was firm but full of love, as if trying to shield you from the pain he had caused. "I won’t do that again," he murmured into your hair, his voice soft but sincere. "I love you, you know that, right?" There was an almost pleading tone in his voice, as if he needed you to believe him, to forgive him. Holding you close, he silently promised himself to never let his anger hurt you like that again, vowing to do better, to be better, because he couldn’t stand the thought of ever making you cry like that again. After that day, he made sure to give you his full attention, always making time to show his love. He pampered you with affection—cuddling, whispering sweet things, and holding you close. Through every hug and kiss, he let you know how sorry he was and how much he loved you, making sure you always felt cherished.

Minho

That day, Minho had been feeling unusually sensitive, weighed down by a lot of things running through his mind. He was overwhelmed, and in his frustration, he pushed you away. His expression was intense, his eyes almost scary as he shut himself off from you. Hurt by his actions, you turned and walked away, the beginnings of tears welling up in your eyes. In that moment, Minho thought he needed space, time to be alone and sort out everything going on in his head. But as the minutes passed, he began to realize that being away from you only made him feel emptier. Slowly, the walls he'd put up started to crumble, and despite still clinging to a bit of his pride, he knew deep down that he needed to be close to you. His heart ached, missing your presence, your warmth. Without fully realizing it, his feet carried him in your direction. Even though he was still caught up in his own stubbornness, he couldn’t ignore the pull toward you—the longing to hold you, to feel you near once more.

Once Minho stepped inside your place, he knew exactly what to expect. The silent treatment wasn’t a surprise—he deserved it. Without a word, he made his way straight to the kitchen, moving quietly as he began to prepare your favorite meal his mind was racing as he cooked, trying to find the right words, maybe because he's not someone who’s very vocal about his feelings.. Cooking was one of the few ways he knew how to show his apology without speaking too soon. Once the food was ready, he carefully carried it to the bedroom, where you were sitting quietly his eyes instantly soften the moment he sees you standing there. He placed the dish in front of you, the aroma filling the room. There was a heavy silence as his eyes stayed on you, trying to read your mood, to figure out the right moment to say something. Finally, his voice broke the stillness, soft and almost hesitant. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I know I shouldn't have treated you like that." As he spoke, his hand gently found its way to your cheek, his thumb softly brushing against your skin. "Eat, it's still warm," he urged, his words tender but filled with care. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small gesture meant to convey his regret and affection. He watched as you began to eat the food he had prepared, giving you space but not leaving your side. Minho knew that making up after a fight would take time—he wasn’t rushing it. He was the type who needed time to process things too, so he understood the need for patience. But that day, even in the quiet, his actions spoke volumes. With every small gesture, he showed you that, despite the conflict, his love for you hadn’t wavered. It was in the way he cooked your favorite meal, in the soft kiss, and in the way he stayed close, reminding you that his feelings ran deep, even without words.

Changbin

Changbin might usually be soft and gentle when he's around you, but there are times when the pressure of people’s judgments becomes too much for him. During these moments, he feels overwhelmed by the weight of their opinions, which makes him more sensitive than usual. He withdraws into himself, rarely smiling or showing his usual warmth. If you try to lighten the mood or play around with him when he's feeling this way, it can quickly escalate into an argument. In his frustration and emotional vulnerability, he reacts defensively, saying things he shouldn’t—hurtful words that don't reflect his true feelings but are more about his own internal struggles. However, as soon as he sees the hurt in your eyes or notices that you’re upset by his outburst, the realization of his mistake hits him hard. The guilt sets in almost immediately, and he becomes painfully aware that he was wrong—very wrong. His anger fades quickly, replaced by a deep sense of regret, knowing that he let his emotions get the best of him and hurt someone who means so much to him.

Changbin moves a step closer to you, the fury that had once dominated his features fading away, replaced by a complex blend of guilt and the familiar softness that always fills his gaze when he looks at you. His once rigid posture relaxes, and his eyes, usually so fierce, now shimmer with a vulnerability that catches you off guard. The love that had seemed lost in his earlier anger reappears, and you can feel the weight of his emotions pouring out of him as he reaches for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you so tightly as if afraid to let go, as if his touch alone could mend the invisible rift between you. His body, firm and solid, presses against yours, providing warmth and comfort that you've always found in his embrace. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling the scent of you as though it’s a balm to his troubled soul. "I'm sorry, love," he whispers, his voice heavy with remorse.

"I'm so, so sorry." His words are muffled, but you can hear the pain and regret in every syllable. "I must be out of my mind," he continues, his arms tightening around you as though he's terrified you might slip away. "Things got so overwhelming... I'm stressed out, and I let it get the better of me. Please... don't be mad at me." You feel the sincerity in his words as his hands run gently up and down your back, offering both an apology and a plea for forgiveness in the way he holds you. He leans back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his own filled with emotion—no longer clouded by frustration, but by love, guilt, and an earnest desire to make things right. His forehead presses gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he softly murmurs, "I love you. So much. More than anything." His lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss, lingering there for a few moments longer than usual, as though the simple gesture could erase the tension that had built between you both.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is the type of person who deeply connects his emotions to everything he does and everyone he interacts with. This emotional depth often leads to moments where misunderstandings or disagreements occur between the two of you. During these times, it’s not uncommon for him to respond in a way that might seem cold or distant. He might give you a sharp glare, or show frustration in some other way, and then leave abruptly. Even though it’s not the right way to handle things, he tends to walk away instead of talking about it in the moment. After this, there’s usually a stretch of silence between you both. You might not see or speak to each other for a few days. This time apart is important for Hyunjin, as he uses it to reflect and think things through. He needs space to process his emotions, but as the days pass, he slowly starts to realize that the argument or disagreement was something small or trivial. He begins to understand that it wasn’t worth the silent treatment, and that the two of you could have discussed it calmly from the start, without letting it spiral into a fight or turning to shouting.

Ultimately, he comes to see that open communication is the better path, and that resolving things doesn’t need to involve so much emotional distance. He spent hours at his easel, lost in thought, as his brush moved gently across the canvas. Each stroke seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, and slowly, a beautiful painting of the two of you began to take form—your silhouettes intertwined, bathed in soft light. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, of how beautiful you are, especially when you're around him. In that moment, he realized he needed to make things right. He was trying to express everything he couldn't say in words, letting his heart pour out through the art. When the time was right, when he finally gathered the courage, he came to you. In one hand, he held the painting—his feelings laid bare in each color, each line. In the other hand, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, carefully chosen to match the tenderness he felt for you.

He stood before you, his eyes filled with emotion, and without a word, he set the things aside and stepped closer, his eyes holding that soft look he always reserves just for you he pulled you close, cupping your face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I didn't mean any of it." Then, wrapping his arms around you, he held you close, ensuring that you could feel his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. His embrace was full of love and quiet apologies, a silent promise that he was ready to make things right. "I love you," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "Really, I do. Please don’t be mad anymore. I'll make it up to us, I swear." He lingered in the embrace, not wanting to let go, as if you might slip away, even though you wouldn’t. In that moment, he made sure you knew just how deep and strong his love truly is.