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zeroeightzeroone · 2 months

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serenade - lee felix

genre: fluff, soft

pairings: gender neutral reader x nonidol!felix

warnings: none

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'god, they make me so nervous.'

felix gulps and quickly glances down at his lap, where he's fiddling with his fingers nervously as he tries his best to act normal.

emphasis on the word tries.

his heart is constantly beating out of his chest while his hands clam up–all because you're seated across from him. with each passing glance from you in his direction, felix's composure falters, and his heart wants to run into your arms.

when you look in felix's direction, with those breathtaking eyes of yours that felix finds himself lost in, time and time again. your eyes that mesmerize him, he finds himself analyzing the waves of colour in your iris, tangled up in you as he swims in the depths of your beautiful eyes; he wouldn't mind drowning in them if it meant your eyes were on him and only him for the rest of his life.

under your gaze, felix can only muster a slight smile that you return, but he wants to smack himself. he could feel just how stiff his smile was; no doubt it looked awkward. he can't seem to relax his lips around you–he can't relax, period.

felix is always scared to mess up around you, to stumble over his words, and for you to perceive him as an idiot.

felix likes you, no–felix is in love with you.

but he doesn't quite know how to go about it, how to confess or how to serenade you so you fall into his waiting arms.

no matter how many times chan tries to tell his younger friend to be himself around you, to act natural, and you'll become putty in his arms, as chan argues, who won't? with someone as bright as felix, anyone would fall for his cute freckled face and charming personality. felix just can't; he's not on the same page.

he's too busy overthinking his next moves and how you may perceive them, even simple questions such as;

"hi, the weather's nice. do you wanna take a walk?"

felix is too scared to ask; he's worried you'll say no. he doesn't think his heart can take it if you say no.

the possibilities of admiring you from afar suggest both pros and cons. secretly admiring you with no clue regarding your feelings for him leads to two possibilities: you reciprocate felix's romantic feelings, or you see him as just a friend. if the latter turns out to be true when rejecting his offer to take a walk, his hopes will be crushed. but if the former is true, then felix is over the moon.

the glaring possibility of you not reciprocating his romantic feelings and holding mere platonic feelings for felix holds him back from confessing. he doesn't know if he's ready for that possible rude awakening.

one could say that ignorance is bliss.

the ones who aren't ignorant are your shared group of friends, felix's feelings for you are glaringly obvious in their eyes. every little thing flies under the radar of those in your friend group with hawk-like eyes.

the boys are well aware of felix's crush: he never stops talking about you, and the boys also never stop talking about felix's confession, interested in the how, what, when's and where's of the big moment.

a variety of questions felix has yet to find an answer to as the thought of confessing scares him to pieces.

on the other hand, the girls didn't even need to be explicitly told about felix's feelings for you. the freckled boy always has heart eyes when he's around you, or his eyes light up with joy at the mere mention of you, that in itself made the crush strikingly apparent and practically confirmed every suspicion they had.

heck, the whole neighbourhood probably knows how heart-eyes felix is for you.

…

when sunday came around, it was a miracle that some of you had a day off on such a beautiful day.

the sun shone brightly, the trees up and down the streets were beautifully full and green, and other trees had pink and white sakura petals blowing in the wind. the floral scent of the sakura and flowers blooming danced along with the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee beans. since most of you had a free day, you all met up at a local cafe to spend a lazy sunday morning together.

the group spread out at the different tables of the cafe's outdoor seating as they basked in the spring atmosphere. once seated, you all conversed with one another as you patiently waited for the drinks and pastries you ordered. depending on where everyone decided to sit and whom they were sitting with, the topics of conversation varied.

felix sat with seungmin and jeongin as they discussed the upcoming release of a role-playing video game they had been looking forward to for quite some time now. while you sat at the table next to them closer to the cafe window, yeji and ryujin sitting across from you.

in the midst of the conversations, the barista came out to serve the orders to the respective person. most of the group ordered their usual beverage alongside a small pastry, while the others picked some things off the best-seller list to try something new for once. felix noticed that they were offering limited seasonal drinks, so he opted to try that alongside a triple chocolate brownie.

when felix's drink was served, everyone's eyes were drawn to the layered, gradient detail, which made his drink more appealing and exciting than everyone else's; the matcha green, white, and pink layering was definitely eye-catching. however, what caught felix's eye was how your eyes sparkled in awe as he sipped on the drink.

it took him a couple of minutes to build up the courage to ask you, but eventually, he did. felix took one last sip and turned to you with a shy smile, "did you want to try?"

your eyes widened a bit at the fact that you'd been caught staring at felix and his drink, not noticing the redness on the tips of his ears. you shake your head with a smile, but felix hasn't spent the past couple of minutes building up his courage to say no.

"c'mon."

you shake your head again, "it's okay, i have a drink."

"sip for a sip?" felix suggests. you cock your head in confusion, "you take a sip of mine, and i take one from yours; that way, it'll be even."

jeongin and seungmin have amused smiles on their faces, watching this exchange go down, much like everyone else does. ryujin and yeji are holding back their giggles while jisung and changbin are holding back from teasing the shit out of felix for being able to get a few sentences out when speaking to you. instead of teasing felix to his face and embarrassing him in front of you at that moment, they're whipping out their phones and sending messages to chan, minho and hyunjin.

they're all trying to act like they aren't glancing over and listening to you two.

after a brief pause, you're biting back a sheepish smile and shrugging, "why not."

when you and felix exchange cups, your fingers accidentally brush against him. it's a gesture you don't notice, but felix sure as hell does. it's pathetic, but he thinks he might just faint.

you’re quick to take a sip first, which is a testament to just how excited and curious you were when you first laid eyes on felix's drink. your eyes only light up further when the drink hits your tongue, and felix goes ahead and takes a sip of your drink. you go to take another sip, but you're quick to stop yourself, realizing it wasn't part of the agreement.

"if you want, we can just switch," felix offers when you turn towards him. you blink. " you seem to like my drink more than i do," he chuckles, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"are you sure? what if you didn't like mine?"

"i like yours better," he's lying through his teeth.

in all honesty, felix preferred the drink he ordered to yours, but if he could see that look in your eyes when you took a sip and offered to exchange drinks, that was enough to convince him that he preferred your drink over his. felix would lie and persuade himself he liked things he didn't if it meant he'd get to see that sparkle in your eyes—anything to make you happy.

felix is absolutely whipped for you. absolutely down bad.

especially seeing how it's now almost three thirty in the morning; he's laying in bed gazing up at the ceiling and replaying how your eyes lit up at his offer to first take a sip and then offer you the whole drink. felix also feels like a grade-schooler when his mind tells him drinking from the same straw as you did was an indirect kiss. just the thought of kissing you makes felix giddy.

his phone buzzing from its spot next to him on the mattress snaps him out of his trance. felix's mind now wanders to who would text him at three thirty in the morning, when everyone either had work or school the next day. regardless, he picks up his phone and nearly drops it on his face when he sees they're from you.

y/n :) : thank you again for earlier i should've gotten it for myself in the first place so i didn't have to steal yours

felix: i gave it to you voluntarily, no stealing there no need to thank me at all

y/n :) : whatever you say lix

'lix'.

god he feels like he's going to go into cardiac arrest.

you've never called him that; it's always been felix or yongbok. this has him wondering if this is just a one-off occurrence or if you'll start addressing him like that now. he hopes for the latter, even though the latter will have him practically melting whenever you call him as if he doesn't already.

'are you free on friday? we can go back to the cafe together so you can get the seasonal drink this time.'

'i was just wondering if you were free on friday.'

'you know, since it's a limited-time seasonal drink, did you wanna go back on friday?'

he doesn't send any of those potential messages, psyching himself out of asking you to hang out just the two of you on friday. he just types them up and carefully deletes them, hoping he doesn't accidentally send them; he'd probably double over in embarrassment if he sent a half-deleted message asking you out.

yes, he built up enough courage to ask if you wanted some of his drink earlier and eventually switched his with yours, but asking you to hang out with just the two of you is a whole separate thing. you've only ever hung out with each other in a group setting.

at least in a group, he can sit silently while he's freaking out internally and not have to worry about filling the air with conversation. he'd probably find himself stumbling over his words if it was just the both of you; he'd look like a loser and then have no chance.

instead, felix opts for a:

how was the rest of your day today?

with his phone resting on his chest and his screen facing the ceiling, he waits for your reply. his heart almost jumps out of his ribcage when his phone buzzes.

y/n :) : it was good! but the highlight was definitely the seasonal drink at the cafe haha it was so good!

your little 'haha' at the end of the second message brings a smile to felix's face; he can hear your little giggles in his head when he reads the message. his heart flutters at the thought.

felix: i'm happy to hear you liked it so much it became the highlight of your day haha you went to watch a friend's basketball game in the evening right?

y/n :) : yeah i did!

felix: how was that? did your friends team win?

y/n :) : that was also fun, they didn't win, but it was a close call the other team was down by two but got a three-pointer at the buzzer the crowd went wild at that

felix: oh wow, it really was a close call did you go wild too lol

y/n :) : i mean it was hard not to haha my friend, even tho he lost, was raving about it afterwards even his team was amazed by the chances

felix: are they playing against another team or was it their last game

y/n :) : they have another game on friday

well, there goes felix's plan of asking you out on friday, a plan he repeatedly talked himself out of due to his fear of rejection.

nonetheless, the plan was still up in the air and within reach if he decided he had the guts over the week. felix texts back, wishing your friend's team luck and hoping they win their upcoming game. feeling a bit dejected that you are, in fact busy, on friday, he hopes his dejection isn't evident through the pop-up on your side of the screen.

laying his phone back down on his chest, face up, he ponders, making up strategies in his head on potential ways he'll confess in the future, only to hit the conclusion that he needs to consult the boys; anything he thinks of on his own leads to him talking himself out of it.

whenever felix thinks of confessing, he has two potential outcomes in mind: you reject him, effectively breaking his heart and forcing him to move on, or you reciprocate his feelings; felix will be in disbelief that the girl of his dreams likes him back, and you both live happily ever after. the latter only manifests late at night, in the depths of his unconsciousness, when he's going through sleep cycles. where he wakes up happy until he registers he's been dreaming.

felix's phone buzzes on his chest multiple times, signalling he's getting more than one notification, prompting him to grab ahold of the device out of curiosity and silence it; it's almost four in the morning, and the vibration of his phone is louder than it seems in the middle of the afternoon.

y/n :) : i've been meaning to ask actually did you want to come to the game with me this friday? it'll be just us two, and we could go to the cafe either before or after if you're free that is if you aren't that's okay too

felix has the heels of his hands on his eyes, rubbing vigorously before he's looking at his phone screen again, making sure that he's reading correctly and not seeing things. he also pinches himself to ensure he isn't imagining anything, that he isn't dreaming of you asking him on a date–well, is it a date?

it could just be a friendly, platonic hangout alone.

regardless, it's the two of you alone, and he thinks he will explode. this is even more so when his eye rubbing and pinching only solidifies that he is indeed seeing what he's seeing.

it isn't a dream; it's reality, and they're staring at him through words on a screen.

felix wants to take a breath to calm his heart but at the same time he needs to reply as soon as possible before you take back your offer if he seems uninterested.

felix: i'm free on friday! i'd love to go to the game and revisit the cafe with you

'was love too much? do i sound too excited?'

felix reads his message over and over again, his heart leaping when the grey bubbles pop up and indicate you typing on the other side. god, he hopes this isn't some cruel joke; his heart is too fragile to take that. if he reads into this wrong and you snap him into reality, then he will feel like his dawn has been ruined.

when his phone buzzes with another incoming message from you, he feels like he's dreaming, still not believing his eyes even as he repeatedly reads over your messages.

if felix felt like a grade schooler earlier, he feels it tenfold now. the giddiness and excitement bubbling up within him and threatening to overflow are reminiscent of your grade school crush telling you they liked your shirt or thought your pencil was cool. or when you're playing a game of truth or dare, and your friends tease you by daring your crush to hug you, the giddiness that comes from that hug.

he practically feels like he's over the moon, on cloud nine, giggling and kicking his feet as he repeatedly reads the grey bubbles on his screen. his heart soaring and tummy flipping after each read.

y/n :) : it's a date :) i'll see you this friday lix <3

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ihave-atummyache · 2 months

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skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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miniversse · 1 month

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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christakisbang · 7 months

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Ah~ My Little Brother. Thanks for always being there for me! Promise to always be by your side too! I'll never leave ya~

#sigh #stray kids #chanlix #bang chan #lee felix #stray kids gifs #skz #skz gifs #my gifs #cbbc2023 #regretted picking the most recent 2kr messages as captions the moment i remembered what this one was. but its fine he made up for it+#after the opening sentence. idk if the callback to im not gonna leave u behind was purposeful but people died either way.#anw i think abt the 5th gif every single day he wanted to Eat him......lil bro big bro things #actually whenever i wanna get drunk im gonna open the notes on my chanlix sets and take a shot for every brother mention #long sip for dad/son

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 5 months

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Brat Taming 101 (with sub!skz)

A guide on how to tame your brat.

Word Count: 2965

Contents: d/s dynamics, degradation, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, use of whore, mistress, chastity belt, exhibitionism, pervy behaviour, bondage, sex toys, public sex

Chan

Degradation is the way to go with this one. Channie is not often one to be bratty. He likes pleasing you and being good for you. And he loves the way you take care of him and help him to release all of his stress. So it’s rare that he messes with that. He likes to tease, sure, but he usually doesn’t take it very far, falling in line very quickly.

But on the rare occasion that he continues to push your buttons, degrading him is the way to go. This boy is such a slut for your praise. He always needs to hear how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel, how much of a good boy he is for bringing you so much pleasure. So taking that away and replacing it with some degradation does wonders.

His cheeky little grin fades so incredibly quickly when it starts. He tries a little harder to please you while trying not to make it obvious; works his mouth or his fingers or his cock harder to prove how good he is for you and you can see the way he’s quickly breaking when you don’t react.

Add in some disinterest if you really want to dissuade him from trying to be bratty again. Don’t moan or squirm or buck your hips, look as bored as possible. He’ll get so desperate for a reaction and so disappointed when he thinks he’s doing a bad job, not even capable of making you feel good. When tears well up in his eyes and he starts babbling about how he just wants you to feel good and to tell him what to do you’ll know you’ve truly broken him.

“S-Sorry sorry sorry. Please. I-I can make you feel g-good. Promise. Promise I can be your g-good boy. Promise I can make you feel good. J-Just tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Minho

Two words: ruined orgasm. The man can run his fucking mouth, and he knows just how to press your buttons. He loves to too. Early on in the relationship he got so fucking cocky because you couldn’t figure him out. He knew you were trying to pull him apart and find out what makes him tick but it took ages to uncover it and he had free reign to be as bratty as he wanted.

Edging wasn’t a punishment because the resulting orgasm was too good. He loved overstimulation, actively relishing in it the whole time. Even denying him wasn’t quite what you wanted. It took far too long to take effect and after weeks you were also desperate for him.

No, you had needed something else.

And all it took was a quickie while waiting for your food to be delivered one day to figure it out. He had cum just at the moment that the doorbell rang and the sudden surprise ruined his headspace completely and left him unsatisfied. It was so cute, the look of anger and frustration on his face after being left without a complete orgasm. The way he grabbed your hand and all but demanded you did it again so he could cum properly.

And you’d given in that day, but saved the tidbit of information for later. And it’s so so worth it. When you have him tied up and he’s been a menace all day long, teasing you and acting up, and he’s so sure that whatever punishment you give him he’ll like it or at least take it well. Edging he can take, denial he can handle for at least a couple of weeks. But the way you pull away, stopping all stimulation at the second he’s about to cum, leaving his body shuddering and tensing and cock leaking but not actually releasing is the worst torture he could imagine.

The first time he gets frustrated and his words get more defiant and bratty about how you fucked it up and don’t even know how to make him cum. But your smirk has him faltering. It only takes two ruined orgasms for him to break. When you leave him unsatisfied and uncomfortable, so pent up and needy to cum, he’ll start tearing up and begging you. If you tell him then that you’re going to deny him after that and not let him cum at all he’ll completely fall apart before your very eyes.

“I-I’ll be a good boy! I’m sorry, mistress. P-Please, I need to cum so badly! Please.”

Changbin

Binnie, honestly, is barely a brat. He likes to be playfully bratty but he's never very serious about it. Most of the time he’s a very good boy for you and he loves to be praised so he has no reason to act up. He likes to tease you here and there but never for long so it’s very rare for him to act up to the point that you feel the need to punish him.

Only once in a blue moon does he get too bratty. You know something about annoying you and seeing you frustrated with him sometimes gets him going. He doesn’t drop the teasing quickly and keeps pushing your buttons to get you upset. And at first you do exactly that, giving him warnings that just make him grin at you and act up even more. Telling him to wait until you get him home only makes him giddy.

The way to get him to behave is unconventional. You could try degrading him but it doesn’t have the desired effect, usually making him cry. And not in a fun way. You can deny him but only if you want him to get clingy and pouty afterwards. And if you want to get off with him then having to wait isn’t ideal.

No, the best thing to do happens before you go into the bedroom. When you get home, instead of pulling him into the bedroom or telling him off, simply set yourself down and sigh in defeat, pout for good measure. Unlike most of the others, Changbin feels so bad if his teasing upsets you. He wants you riled up, not sad. So if you sit somewhere to do something quiet his attitude will change immediately.

He’ll approach you with a pout and poke your cheeks. If you sigh that you’re not in the mood to play when he’s acting up like that, lamenting that you just wanted your sweet boy and you had a whole plan to pamper him and make him feel amazing (he loves more than anything when you’re a pleasure dom for him) and any resolve he has left is gone. He’ll have his head in your lap, looking up at you with watery eyes and whimpering that he really wants to be your good boy and he’ll do whatever you say.

“I’ll be you good boy, you know how good I am. I’m sorry I acted up all day, please let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjin

The problem with this whore (affectionate) is that he kinda likes anything you do to him. He’s just kinky like that. And when he’s in the right headspace any “punishment” is usually just going to egg him on. Of course denying him an orgasm can be effective but he has no shame and no pride about it and you will find him humping his pillow mere days later to get off “without touching himself.”

He’s a tad infuriating.

No, truly the best thing to do to actually break him is something that keeps him from getting off at all. A chastity belt is truly the best choice for when he decides the act up.

The hilarious thing is it honestly doesn’t take that long. He’s so desperate to be touched and you leaving him high and dry is one thing but locking him up so he can’t even touch himself? Just dangling the chastity belt in front of him has him swallowing hard and chuckling nervously. Sometimes just that is all it takes for him to start behaving himself, being the best boy you’ve ever seen and following every instruction to a tee.

But if his attitude persists it’s truly as simple as locking him up. From there it doesn’t matter what you do. You can keep teasing him and touching him until he gets worked up, you can make out with him which always ends up with him turned on anyway, but even sitting on the couch, cuddling, and watching a movie will do. Once it’s on it’s all he can think about.

Even on the couch he’ll end up curling against you and whimpering that he needs your attention. And when you question him about his bratty behaviour it’s completely gone and he's the sweetest, most pliant boy you’ve ever seen.

“M sorry. I-I’ll be a good boy. I promise. J-Just please take it off. Please let me cum. Promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

Jisung

God this is too easy. Sungie may have a big mouth but he’s impatient, horny, and desperate. He can never hold out very long so no matter what you do he’ll break out of the brattiness unless you fully indulge it.

No no, the real fun of this is the how. You have so many options.

Easily the fastest is don’t let him touch you. Even bringing out the ties will make him whimper. He can hold it together for a minute or two but the second you slip off your panties he’s a goner. This man will tip the whole ass chair over and nearly break his own front teeth when he goes down trying to get closer to you and begging to touch you, telling you how badly he needs to feel you.

You could also tap into his exhibitionism kink. You both know it exists even if you don’t talk about it much. Usually it’s nothing serious. A little bit of teasing while out at dinner, or a quickie in an empty closet when you’re both needy. But when he’s being a brat and you get him home and push him down on the couch. Get a hand down his pants before he has time to react and watch as his cheeks blush red and he starts to stutter and whimper while you murmur to him about how if he’s going to be a brat he can do it on the couch where any of his friends can walk into so see how badly behaved he is.

I blame stayvilleblr for making me think about perv!jisung. The most fun method is a combination of his pervy tendencies and his little humiliation kink you eventually uncovered. You learned early on dating him how much he liked getting a view up your skirt or down your shirt. It only took you sleeping over once for you to start losing panties and when you found a pair under his pillow you saved that little tidbit of information for later.

Let him run his mouth all day and be a tease. You would think he’d get suspicious of your leniency but he never does. Coax him into his room but let him think it’s all his idea. Only when you’ve got him on the bed should you pull the panties he’s hidden out from under his pillow. Boy will do a 180 so fast. Starts sweating and blushing and stuttering. Stuff the panties in his mouth and start degrading him for good measure and watch him fall apart before your very eyes.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you.”

“Y-Yes please, fuck, please fuck me. I’ll be your good little whore, I need it so bad.”

Felix

Brat? This boy? You have the wrong sub. Felix doesn’t have a bratty bone in his body.

However he likes the idea of getting punished. Just a little bit. So if you notice him suddenly acting up or teasing you when he knows he shouldn’t he’s cautiously testing to see if he can push your limits and shake up his usual good boy act.

Go easy on him. Let him tease just a little and honestly, a warning usually deters him from anymore, too bent on being your good boy to truly cause trouble. If he keeps going though you can at least put on a little show for him. Give him a few warnings and watch him get just a little nervous but keep pushing you. When you get him home be just a little bit rough with him he likes being manhandled.

He might break just from that but if he doesn’t all it takes it just the hint of a punishment. On the days when he really wants to push his luck he’ll hold out for as long as he can, being so cutely defiant it makes you wanna giggle. But keep your wits about you and follow what he wants, giving him a few more chances to be a brat.

Then give him literally any punishment. Deny him an orgasm, stop touching him, overstimulate him, degrade him, honestly anything will make him break so fast. He wants to believe he can be a brat but he can’t take being punished and he will immediately start tearing up and begging and saying he’ll be good for you again. Make sure to give him lots of snuggles and good aftercare.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry please please d-don’t stop. I-I’ll be good. I’ll b-be your g-good boy.”

Seungmin

This is not going to be easy. He so so relishes in making you frustrated and it isn’t easy to break him when he gets into a bratty mood. If you touch him at all he sees it as a win and he’ll definitely let you know it, teasing you for not being able to keep your hands off of him. If you let him touch you or tell him to make you feel good he’ll get so cocky about it, saying you can’t get off without his fingers, tongue, thigh, or cock.

No, the only thing that truly works is to completely ignore him. He’ll let you tie him up because he doesn’t think you could break him out of his brattiness no matter what. Just get on the bed and start playing with yourself, ignoring him and his comments completely. Pull out your toys and he’ll start saying that you know he can fuck you better. Pull out a dildo that’s bigger than him. If you’re really invested get a fuck machine and don’t hold back any moans or reactions from how good you feel.

Seungmin likes to think he’s the only one, or thing, that can really make you feel good. Proving him wrong is the only way to tame him. He’ll start sweating when you pull out the dildo and his words get more defiant and cocky until you’re moaning louder for the toy than you do for him. That’s when he starts straining against the ties. The closer you get to your release the more desperate he’ll start to sound and when he knows you’re about to cum (or at least when you sound like it) is when he’ll start begging, voice nearly cracking as if he’s going to cry.

“Baby, please. Put down the toy I can fuck you so much better, I promise. Please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

Jeongin

Sweet sweet baby bread is a massive fucking tease. He lives to push your buttons and get you going. And it would take a while to figure out how to properly wipe that cocky little smirk off his pretty face. The best method is often calling him on his bluffs.

He really likes to run his mouth and tell you how good of a job he can do. He does know how to please you but he’s not used to being in charge and it trips him up every time. Any time you pout at him and tell him that he can take over if he’s so much better you’ll see his smile falter. He’s suddenly clumsy and frazzled and desperately trying to save face because he’s not actually sure what to do . The boy who is usually so good at getting you off will struggle to do so, even more so when you give him a genuinely curious and worried look and ask if he’s okay. Give it time and he’ll crumble, begging for your help and to tell him what to do.

What’s way more fun though is when you call him on his bluff in public. He cannot keep his hands or his words to himself when he’s out with you, enjoying any reaction he can get out of you, knowing that with so many people around there’s nothing you can do about it. It makes it all the more surprising to him when you pull him into a changing room at the mall and press the heel of your palm against his crotch and ask him if he's really that needy that he can’t wait until you get home. The way his eyes go wide and he starts sputtering is just too cute. Despite his whimpers that someone might hear him while you’re palming him he gets hard so fast and soon he’s panting and hiding his face in your neck and promising to be a good boy for the rest of the day because he can’t stay quiet when he cums and he knows someone will hear.

“Sorry sorry m’ sorry please. Promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I-If I cum like this someone will hear. L-Let’s go home n’ I’ll make you feel so good, p-promise.”

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lixiepixiedust · 6 months

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social media if Felix was your bf

pairing — bf!felix x f!reader

warnings — reader basically gets catcalled online, reader is brunette in the pictures by coincidence cause those were the only good photos I found on Pinterest so I’m sorry if you have any other hair colour!!, reader and Felix tease each other in mean way but it’s all jokes, humour, fluff, cursing, imma sucker for blond lix

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lixiebokie · 2 months

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sorry i love you

genre: lee felix x reader, hwang hyunjin x reader college au; dancer!felix x artist!reader x artist!hyunjin, fluff, angst

masterlist

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chapter 1: dorm parties

“do you think everyone has a soulmate?” felix thought for a moment popping another cherry into his mouth.

“i would like to hope so.” he responded eyes not leaving the view of the open city from the small window of bedroom. he watched as the car zoomed past and people walked past. “i hope i have a soulmate.”felix broke his gaze now looking at y/n. “are you serious? ofcourse you have!”

you were 15 then. everything was so different. felix was so different. 15-year-old him would have never threw a house party like this. so full that the wriggle past people was almost impossible or loud booming rave music that you both would make fun of together.

but everything had changed. of course it had you were no longer teenagers, now young adults who had classes tomorrow morning but in lixs famous words ‘deal with it in the morning.’

“excuse me.. sorry..”

“hey move the fuck out the way!” nessa shouted as y/n watching the crowd of people part and nessa walked through. the scene was what she imagine moses would look like parting the sea. she was always so confident but no matter what she never switched up no matter how much attention she got.

unlike felix.

“abit harsh ness.” the other girl rolled her eyes playfully.

“if you want a job done you have to do it.”

y/n still doesn’t know how she manage to land a best friend like nessa kate.

if life was a movie she’d be the it girl. everyone loved her, never afraid to speak her mind yet still able to keep her opinions respectful until it didn’t need to be.

“so, you’re going to find a cute boy to talk to and i’m going to find minho. we’ll meet back in 40?” she watched her hair flick around as she turned as if she was looking for someone.

“minho? why?” y/n asked. it was obvious nessa had a thing for him but that was something only y/n knew. everytime she seen him on campus she’d send him a sweet smile or a shy ‘hi’ if she was feeling confident. usually followed by y/n trying to dodge felixs eyes trying to catch hers. the rest of the group shit on felix for ditching them for him how would they react if nessa started dating him? especially hyunjin..

“i just want to talk to him..” she shyed away looking off to hide her smile.

“hm or kiss h-“

“okay bye love you. ttyl!”

——

felix looked gorgeous tonight. dyed blonde locks pushed back with a few strands hanging over his eyes. black outfit tightly wrapping his tiny figure, his sleeves pulled up that the veins in his arms were visable.

his freckles were y/n’s favourite thing on lixs face. they weren’t as visable as usual but still could be see up close.

he was just.. stunning.

when felix had found y/n’s eyes he couldn’t help but smile across the room to her. he lifted his arm motioning her to come over to him.

“im so happy you’re here.” he shouted over the music close to her ear. she was tense from how close he was and his hands on her arms holding his balance.

“it’s..full.”

“i know. crazy..” the song changed and so did felixs mood. his mouth widened into a smile and his eyes went big showing the blue contacts he’d put in.

“this is my song!” he shouted loud enough that she could hear clearly over the music.

one thing about felix that never seemed to change was the love he had for dancing. the song was familiar, his first or second dance recital he had perform this song with a few of his team mates.felix took a few steps back letting go of y/n’s arms and began to recall the moves. they weren’t perfect, but how perfect could they in a room crowded with people. but almost accurate.

felixs dream had never to be a dancer, it was something he did for fun. just for fun. he wanted to be a baker. open his own bakery on lonely street, the street opposite the beach so he’d have the view of a life time while doing what he loves.

so when he changed his culinary major to dance everyone was quite shocked. something was off about it. that was until he told the others about how his new friends had offered him a place on their dance team. also known as the schools dance team and one of the most talented in the country.

y/n watched as a circle had formed around felix as he kept dancing. he turned to her showing a smile after seeing the attention he’d gained, not missing one move. finally finishing he stuck a pose as people whistled and cheered for him.

“that was good, blondie.” minho wrapped his arm around the shorter boys shoulder.

“thanks min.” minho pulled back now looking towards y/n would still awkwardly stood with them. he was intimidating, leader of the dance team, there was rumours that even if one mistake was made he have a show made of you.

hopefully felix was able to keep up..

“oh, um this is y/n.” goosebump rised where ever minhos eyes landed on her. he looked back up leaning forward to shake her hand. “she’s my friend.”

friend. yes not best friend this wasn’t high school anymore.

his arm slapped the top of his thigh as he pulled back, straightening his back and looking back to felix.

not even a hello?

“i should go find hannie before he tries to swing off anything.” minho stepped back rocking on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“good idea, i’ll find you later.” felix nodded and the older awkwardly walked off in a swift manner.

“he’s.. nice.” y/n stuttered out trying to make some sort of small talk but also wanting to get that awkward encounter out her mind.

felix turned from back around his shoulder. “he’s just shy.”

“lee minho, shy?” felix nodded.

“believe it or not he didn’t properly talk to me until i joined danceracha. hannie had to do all the talking.”

and the tension was back.

no matter how close her and felix were nothing could stop the thought that they no longer knew each other. y/n couldn’t even remember the last time a conversation was held for longer than five minutes.

felix wasnt like nessa.

he let the attention get to him.

it wasn’t bad at first, puberty hit and he started getting flirted with, going on dates. it was whatever but then he got cozy with the frat boys and switch his major from culinary to dance. two things he loved but something in the way he followed lee minho around campus seemed to be strange. then felix started partying, doing frat things even when he wasn’t apart of it.

he didn’t care for uni anymore it was more of a live life now thinking about it later mentality one felix never use to have. live fast, love dance. the moto of his dance team really reflected his new way of living. none of it affected y/n as much as the others hated it. well except she was slowly becoming more distance with the boy she was in love it.

“i should go find-“

“actually i wanted to ask you something.”

felix interrupted before she could walk off.

yes? she wanted to ask. anything for you felix.

but instead she turned back around and just looked at him, waiting for him to finish what he wanted.

“the girls dance team, you know the one hyunjins sister is in, wants a new logo. i showed them a few of things you’ve drew and they’d love to meet you.”

y/n sighed. does he really expect her to want to do more drawing on top of her uni work?

“you don’t have to but i thought it would be nice. and i’m friends with some of them. it might be nice to get close with some of them, it must be tiring only having nessa for your girl problems.” is he serious right now?

y/n shrugged. “couldn’t you ask hyunjin?”

“you think hyunjin is going to agree to work with ‘preppy bitches’?” felix air quoted hyunjins words before throwing down his hands looking with a dumbfounded expression.

chan: haven’t seen jinnie for a while is he with you?

y/n glanced at her phone then looked back up at lix.

“ill think about it”

“great!�� felix answered before walking off to meet minho and the rest of dance friends.

you: no, i’ll go see if i can find him.

it was a surprise hyunjin didn’t end up like felix. he was just as attractive: tall, long healthy brown shoulder length hair, dumpling face with a piercing gaze and great sense of style. but hyunjin didn’t let just anyone get close to him.

he wasn’t shy for say, just not outspoken.

“hey have you seen hyunjin?” y/n asked walking up to seungmin surrounded by his music friends. he shrugged. “check lixs room?”

“oh y/n!” she could tell the voice out. she was caught up to by a few girls on two or so one being yeji, hyunjins younger sister.

the two other girls she recognised as girls on her team.

“felix told us you’re designing our new logo. that’s so neet!”

“well you know me.” she awkwardly laughed with the girls as they looked at one another. she couldn’t believe felix had already told them she would do it. even after minutes prior telling him she wasn’t sure. if he didn’t want to let anyone down no way should that have anything to do with her.

“come get a drink with us?” yeji linked her arm guiding her to the kitchen.

“i really shouldn’t.. im suppose to find-“

“it’s just one, then we’ll let you go. promise.” in the kitchen there was lots of girls all wearing the same dance jacket.

she started to feel nervous as they got closer and the girls all turned to smile at them. their was also a boy, dark hair and small frame. he stood with them but went quiet when they reached them.

“everyone this is y/n. she’s gonna be designing our logo.” the girls all showed her welcome and even a few gave a hug to show their appreciation. there was no backing out now.

she’d rather stress and overwork herself than have 15 angry dancers on her back at all times especially when one was her friends sister and someone she use to be quite close to.

yeji had spent about 20 minutes talking to her about how her uni life was going so far and how she was enjoying everything and her new friends. every other minute she was receiving texts from chan asking her were she was, how hyunjin was. she found other times herself watching felix in the corner of her eye as he spoke to a group of girls. some old one direction song blasting through the speakers next to do the drinks made it almost impossible to hear anyone.

“it’s been so long since we spoke-“

“listen yej i appreciate this but i really need to get to hyunjin.”

“why is something wrong?” he eyes turned doe like and big at the mention of her brothers name. face suddenly filled with worry.

“no he’s fine, just gonna check on him.”

“ahh true, he’s never been a party person. how are we even related?” she laughed looking into y/n’s cup.

“you’ve had barley any drink. want me to go check up?”

she passed her drink to her. “no ill be fine, it was nice catching up.”

——

“found you!” y/n peeked in finding hyunjin sat on felixs small bed. legs crossed with his sketch pad rested on them.

he gave her a small smile as she walked in quietly closing the door.

“just had to escape your sister and her friends.” y/n joked and sat down next to him.

hyunjin rolled his eyes and scoffed. “what about felix?”

“hm? what about him?” y/n peeked up at his name making hyunjin chuckle.

he closed his sketchbook putting it to the side and resting his weight on his arms.

“you spoke to him?”

y/n hummed looking down at the creased duvet. playing with it between her fingers.

“yeah, i spoke to minho aswell. it was terrifying.” hyunjin laughed.

“you spoke to anyone tonight?”

“vanessa.” hyunjin answered pressing at his tiny phone typing a message to someone. “ and chans up my ass making sure i’m okay.”

felixs room was nothing unusual. white walls and laminate floor, a box for his jewellery which stood on top of his drawers of clothes, on the ground next to it a neat folded pile which needed to be put away. but one thing that stood out was a small cork box placed on his desk leant against the wall.

it was full of random shit, a cinema ticket for fast and furious, some photos jotted around of him a dance shows and with the dance team and some of his parents.

not far in front of it stood a framed photo of felix and minho. they were dressed up in one of their dance uniforms. much like the solider uniform cheryl cole wore in her fight for this love music video.

y/n picked it up taking a closer look. felix seemed so happy around minho liked he’d found the older he always wanted but never had.

“what you got there?” hyunjin asked looking over her shoulder.

y/n turned to him not putting down the photo. “you think we were abit harsh on him?”

hyunjin went to scoff but sighed after seeing her sad expression.

“hey i remember this night!” hyunjin avoided and instead pointed to a photo seemly hidden by the photo frame.

she placed it down pulling the photo off its clip.

it was a photo of her. it was from hyunjins eighteenth a night she didn’t remember much of but was one of the best nights of her life. her arms wrapped around felixs neck and his on her waist. both squished together in a big hug but still smiling at the camera. felixs smile wider from his lack of intoxication and eyes red from the flash.

y/n smiled down fiddling with the ends that had creased over time. she felt like she was in that scene from mean girls.

but felix was cady and he wasn’t madly inlove with her like cady was for aaron.

HJ’s 18th

my bff 4 life

was scribbled on the back in felixs swirly writing.

no wonder it had been hidden, felix must have been so embarrassed it wasn’t a good photo to begin with, eyes presented red from the flash and all fuzzy from nessas shaking hands.

y/n felt angry for some reason. it was hidden. the only photo of the group on his stupid cork board was out of sight.

replaced with lee fucking minho.

she threw the photo down making it fly off his desk behind. she didn’t see it land anyway, now truly out of sight.

“i don’t understand why you still like him.“

y/n turned leaning on the desk. what wasn’t there to love about felix? he was kind, and loving. he always put her first, he was ambitious and a great baker. only, only half of that was true now. was she often wondered was she holding onto someone who was no longer there?

“the same way you like nessa.” she shurgged still leaning on the desk behind her.

“except ness isn’t some attention loving-“

the door opened and felix stumbled in. interrupt hyunjin mid sentence.

“please down tell me you were hooking up in my room!” he pinched his nose teasing them.

y/n smiled awkwardly but hyunjin wasn’t as impressed.

he picked up his sketchbook and walked out before felix could say anything else.

felix sighed walking over to his bed to pull out a storage box.

“so, you and hyunjin?”

“it’s not like that..”

felix grabbed rumidged through the box “then what is it?” he asked glancing to her. he grabbed something out the box and pushed it back under the bed. “i thought hyunjin was into ness?” felix propped up his feet so he could hug his knees.

“what are you doing in here?”

“um.. last time i checked this is my room.” he teased rising to his feet. “so?” she sighed. felix had no right to now be interested in hyunjins personal life after bailing on him after 5 years of friendship to play buddies with the dance team.

and hyunjin wouldn’t be happy finding she was going around telling everyone his business.

“i don’t know lix.” felix hummed raising his eyebrow but shurgging off showing he wasn’t as curious as he made out to be.

“oh that reminds me!” he walked to his bedside tide taking a envelope out the drawer.

he came closer to her until he was in speaking distance holding out the card. “happy early birthday from me and the dance team.” she looked to his hand hesitating to take it but she wasn’t going to leave him like that. “i have a comp on your birthday dinner, and i don’t think your friends would want me there anyway.” your friends not our friends. that had just shown felix had completely block the rest of them out of his new stylish life.

it was true, when making invitations to her birthday dinner seungmin had taken felix off the guest list and nessa had to persuade him to put him back on when reminding him of how special her and felixs friendship was but if the group could have it their way, lix would not be there. looks like today is their lucky day.

felix continued on. “but we should go out one night, me and you? to celebrate. not every day you turn 21.”

she nodded taking the card from his hand. “well i better go get this to yeji.” he held up a cropped dance jacket, red with the girls dance team name on the back in diamonds. “she left it last time she was here. so i’ll see you?” and with that felix was gone.

last time yeji was here? excuse me?

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rachalixie · 2 years

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slipped my mind

you and hyunjin are happily together. too bad you forgot to tell anyone that.

warnings: gender neutral reader x hyunjin, food mention, alcohol mention, friends to lovers

genre: fluff, (unintentional) secret relationship

word count: 1000+

it isn’t that you and hyunjin were trying to hide your relationship from your friends, it really wasn’t. it just, happened. like that.

let’s go back to the beginning shall we?

hyunjin has always been affectionate with you, ever since the first day you met. as soon as you were introduced he wrapped his long arms around you in a hug and he smelled so good and he was so tall and you knew then that you were gone for him. felix complained for months about how unfair it was that he immediately pressed up next to you but it took so long for hyunjin to accept felix’s cuddles.

you quickly became close friends, your personalities meshing together like peanut butter and jelly, just like your friends insisted they would when they introduced the two of you. he laughed at your jokes and you found him hilarious, he liked to give you hugs and you liked to receive them. you simply got each other, more than anyone else ever had. it was a match made in heaven, truly.

it took forever for him to make a move. the both of you were so dramatic but so shy that you danced around each other for months and months, hoping the other felt the same way but not willing to risk your friendship. it finally happened when he drove you home from a 3racha party and you invited him inside, which wasn’t uncommon; you were often each other’s ride home since you lived in the same building. this time though, he pressed you up against the door as soon as he shut it and all but attacked your lips with his own. he kissed you like he thought you would disappear, like you would turn to dust if he let go of you. he pulled back with his eyes wide a minute later, a ‘sorry’ about to fall from his lips, but you pulled him back in with just as much fervor and the rest was history.

things were almost too smooth after that. dates were easy since all you had to do was take an elevator two floors up to his place. there was no awkwardness between you since you both already knew each other so well. you didn’t have to introduce your boyfriend to your friends because they already knew him.

which, in retrospect, is where the problem probably began. you didn’t have to introduce hyunjin as your boyfriend, so you didn’t bother to tell anyone at all.

group hangouts were the same as they were before. hyunjin was all over you? no big deal, he always has been. the two of you agreed that kissing in public wasn’t really your thing, so any amount of PDA you displayed was seen as friendly and normal for you. your cat likes hyunjin more than she likes you? that little rascal always has. the two of you go home together? well yeah, you live in the same building. no one was there to see you both stumble into the same apartment at the end of the night and fall into the same bed together.

it all came to a climax when minho and felix try to meddle into your love lives. all in good nature, they later claimed, as if you would believe those gremlins. you’re sitting in your pajamas eating cookie dough ice cream and watching love island when minho showed up at your apartment with a grin one night, telling you to cancel any plans you had and to get dressed.

“wear something nice,” he said, already flicking through your closet and throwing articles of clothing onto your bed. “you’re going on a date.”

“i’m going on a what?” you stood there in the doorway of your room, mouth gaping.

“a date,” he said slowly, as if talking to a toddler. “you know, the things that people who aren’t you go on to meet other people and then get laid-“

“whoa whoa, slow down,” you cut him off, frowning. “i go on dates. i have a boyfriend! it’s-”

“yeah, sure.” he deadpanned, finished outfit held out in front of him. “put this on. you’re going to get drinks so put on that dark red lipstick you have too.” he pushed you into your bathroom with the clothes and shut the door behind you, leaving you standing there in utter shock. was minho setting you up on a blind date? why would he do this when you have a boyfriend? he knows this. he knows this right? your phone chimed several times from your back pocket, bringing you out of your internal panic.

felix just stormed into my place and told me to get ready for a date?????

im hiding in my closet

send help?

hyunjin’s texts read, surprisingly not broken up into fragmented sentences like he usually does when he’s freaking out.

minho just did the same thing to me, you type back, hands shaking slightly. what was happening?

are you also going to get drinks?, he asked a minute later, making the wheels turn in your head.

yeah

wait

are they setting us up on a blind date with each other???, your breathing is picking up, the confusing pieces starting to fit together.

why would they set us up on a date if we’re already dating

wait

babe

did we forget.

to tell our friends that we’re dating.

as soon as hyunjin’s words registered, the final piece slotted in to make a jangled up complete puzzle. you forgo texting back to hit the call button, putting your phone on speaker and throwing the clothes minho gave you onto the floor.

“help?” hyunjin almost screeched into the phone as a greeting.

“i can’t help you! i need to help myself!” you answer back just as frantically, gesturing with your hands uselessly.

“how did they not know? how did we not tell them? it’s been months!” hyunjin wailed, and you resisted the urge to scream in frustration. “we celebrated our anniversary last month!”

“hyune, we celebrated our friend-anniversaries before we started dating, oh my god, we didn’t tell our friends we were dating, we’re so screwed.”

“we’re in a secret relationship. we’re in a secret relationship. we’re living the plot of a rom-com. how is this happening-“

suddenly your bathroom door swings open, making you scream, and you hear felix’s deep voice through your phone on the counter as him and minho both gasped.

“you’re what?”

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sequel

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taeminsung · 6 months

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── written in the stars..

pairing || felix x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Letting Go

m.list

A Lee Felix Fanfic

A/N: Here it is, like I promised. Loads of thanks to the lovely @hyunverse for helping me proofread this, as well as for tolerating my rambling. This is my first real attempt at angst, so I'd love to know your thoughts about it. Happy reading!

WC: 4.5k words

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Lee Felix, Female Reader, Tears, Bags of chips, Changbin, and the butt-hunters of Stray Kids.

Triggers/Warnings: Break up, Exes, Breakdowns, Heartbreak, and (Implications of) situational depression.

“When you love someone, you have to let them go. If they come back to you, they’re yours. If they don’t come back to you, they were never yours.” – Anonymous

You know he was lying just to protect you, but why did it hurt all the same? It was Felix you were talking about. It hurt because he’d never raised his voice while talking to you, even that time when you almost damaged his gaming console. Not even by an octave when he was upset or fazed.

And now he was yelling. You couldn’t help it. Fat, angry teardrops fell from your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but your heart loved him a little too much to go down without a fight.

“Please don’t do this to me, to us. We can make it work. We will.” You were begging him at this point, but you couldn’t care less about it. You were willing to get on your knees if he would change his mind.

But Felix just roughly swallowed, his words forgotten. He couldn’t do it anymore, he told himself. Not when you were crying, begging for him to stop. You were his, and he was yours, he knew he’d be damned if he hurt you willingly. But he had to, there was no other plausible option when the both of you would never ask of the other to do something so …accommodating, like leaving one’s career for the other person.

You would never forgive yourself if he derailed his entire life, his passion just to be with you. And he knew. But it still hurt. That’s how pain is. It pricks you anew every time, even though you know what is it that’s going to happen. So, he bit the bullet and landed the final blow.

“But I don’t want to make this work. I don’t want to lead you on with false hope when I have no intention of returning” To you. The unspoken words rang clear in the air.

He whispered them like a forbidden curse, like a nightmare that cannot be controlled as it forcibly claws out sleep from the innocent hearts of children. You felt as though your entire being was doused in ice-cold water. That evening, you were anxious for the first time in years when he told you to meet him at an empty park, not at your home, to talk about something important. That anxiety grew stronger with his words, about how it was right all along regarding the fact that he was leaving you. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Felix, your soulmate, your one true person was leaving you because he had to move somewhere else where his work was entailed. It took a second to fully sink in, and when it did, you physically heard your heart shatter. Now you understand. Why he was so insistent on ending it? Because it was inevitable that it would end. He might have been the only person you envisioned yourself with in the future, but for him, you were only a memorable lover. Not easy to forget, but not impossible to move on from either.

“Okay,” you said, voice weak.

What else were you supposed to say? You’d promised to never come in the way of each other’s successes. You had to keep that promise, it was the only one that mattered now. Because it was the only promise still holding true, binding him and you when there was nothing else between you two.

“Okay,” you say again, voice unwavering this time. “I’ll let you go now” and you walk away, just as thunder sounds in the distance and raindrops start pelting down on you harshly, like a thousand arrows aimed to pierce you apart. But there was no need for that. You were already in shreds.

As you walk further, hands slightly shivering from the cold of the rain, you hear something faint. Felix was saying something. You turn around and he catches up to you, breathing heavily.

“At least let me take you home. You’ll catch a cold.” Your heart, your stupid, traitorous heart actually stutters for a second even though it was him who wrecked it.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in the scent of rain and him, for the last time.

“No Felix,” you tell him and he winces at the use of his full name. It sounded so distant, and joyless. “If I’m letting you go, let me do it fully.”

And as much as he would like to disagree and tell you to mull it over in the warmth of his car, he knows you need the space. So, he stays rooted on the spot, as you slowly turn around and go far away, until he can’t see you anymore. He stays where he is, to let you walk away from him. To let you think that you were leaving him and not the other way round, so you’d have a choice in this too.

He was so thoughtful, even in this, and you wanted to collapse and cry on the spot, with your tears camouflaged in the rain. You wanted to stay that way for as long as possible and just melt away. But you couldn’t. Your pride, something small and cracked from everything but still solid, wouldn’t allow for it.

No more damage, it said. But what’s left? You ask. Nothing. Everything’s gone, so why does it matter now? Why does anything matter now?

You don’t know how you make it back to your apartment. You don’t recall anything about your walk back home in the rain.

Going in, you settle on the marble floor and stare at the clock. It’s late, you note and get up to ready yourself for bed. You weren’t going to think, you’d done enough of that. Your brain would hurt if you did any more of it. Mechanically, you change out of your soaked clothes and get in the shower. The view of an array of his shampoo bottles is what greets you. Resisting the urge to stay in there, you quickly wash up with warm water that’s soft on your skin. You relish the comfort it gives you, if only for a few seconds. You get out and change into your nightwear. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you’re careful not to face the mirror.

You can’t do it.

You make your bed and sink into it, but it feels too large, without him in it. No, you stop yourself. Dragging your thick comforter to the living room, you sit on the cold floor and lean against the wall. You can handle it, the cold numbing your feet. You weren’t sure if you could handle warmth, you’re afraid you’d succumb. And so, you sit there all night, crying, as you listen to your love go down with the rain.

The next morning is unpleasant but bearable. Your eyes are bloodshot, both from crying and from the lack of sleep. That and you can’t feel your feet. Last night’s haze has evaporated, leaving the rational you of the new day to deal with the aftermath.

You thank the heavens it is a Sunday. At least he broke your heart on a Saturday, to sober up and collect yourself for work on Monday. You bitterly chuckle. Growing up meant work was way more important than your broken heart because well, you were an adult and you had to suck it up and go on.

Life had a way of proving you wrong when you thought it couldn’t get worse. You hated everything in that moment, the sun shining brightly like your world hadn’t been torn apart, the noises of the people who carried on with their lives, the voices in your head telling you to do the right thing.

What was the right thing to do, when what you wanted didn’t exist? It was too much, and you let out a choked sob, tears running down your cheeks. Regulating your breathing, you were doing a lot of that, you calmed yourself down.

Despite your current state, you try to pick yourself up and try to go about your day normally. But it was a Herculean piece of work when he had embedded himself so deeply in all of your routines too.

When you both were together, you’d wake up and kiss him on the cheek if he’d slept over, or you’d send him a text wishing him a good morning. He’d then call you as you brushed your teeth and he did the same on his side. You’d talk about your plans for the day until you had to go get ready. You would have breakfast with him or send him a picture. Then, if he was feeling particularly energetic, he’d pick you up and drop you off at your workplace. When you came back home, he’d be there to welcome you, to the home in his embrace. How would you forego all of that, years of routine, and go about normally? You didn’t think you had the strength it required.

I’ll be okay on my own, I always have been, you remind yourself. You decide to focus on one thing at a time. You brush your teeth, and after you’re done, you look at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone new, someone unfamiliar. Someone you had wished to never meet. But you faced yourself. It was progress compared to yesterday.

After washing your face, you turn your attention to your hair. Blowing out a breath, you remind yourself that punishing yourself wouldn’t help, in any way. Slowly, with patience you didn’t know you possessed, you began untangling the strands. Every time you feel like tugging at your scalp until you bled, you slow down and deliberately brush your hair with uncharacteristic gentleness. Breathing in and out, you finally managed to untangle all the knots and pulled your hair into a neat ponytail. What was next? Food. Right, you needed food. And so, you got to work.

You work task by task until you feel pieces of you returning, making their way back to you. Some pieces are stubborn and don’t give in. You manage to put yourself back together, and you want to cry all over again. Not over him, but the fact that it took you an entire day to come back to yourself, after so long. You sober up and feel yourself craving snacks. You’ve always been responsible and very meticulous, thinking hard about each decision big or small. But then, you decide to be impulsive for once, to make yourself happy, no matter how small the happiness, and you grab your keys.

Dressed in pyjamas and a puffer jacket to keep out the cold, you enter the convenience store and quickly pick up some snacks. As you go to the checkout line, you find Changbin, one of Felix’s best friends.

“Hey you”, he greets you enthusiastically and you realize that Felix must not have told him about you two. You don’t know whether to feel grateful or saddened.

“Hello Changbin” you greet him back, and he asks you about your choice of snacks. Soon, easy laughter is shared between the two of you and he tells you he needs to hurry home.

“I have to go pack, but text me later, okay?” he tells you, eyes suddenly intently watching you, and you know he suspects something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with him, considering we’ll be taking off in such less time?” and you sigh, having expected it. “We parted ways,” you tell him, not having the courage enough to say that you two had broken up because saying those words felt real.

Changbin understands, and he squeezes your arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m always here if you need me, okay?” he tells you and you feel like crying, again, because he’s being so nice to you. You assure him that you will contact him later and go back home.

You let out a long breath, just the thought of starting all over tomorrow felt like hell. You give in to sleep, as a certain person keeps appearing to haunt you even in your dreams.

The next morning you wake up and do the same thing, all over again. Days pass by, and your nightmares become less frequent and you get enough sleep. Some days, you can confidently look yourself in the mirror, other times you can’t even lift your head. Still, you get better each day, the ache in your chest fading to a numbness that won’t go away.

Five months, that’s the amount of time it takes you to go an entire day without thinking about him. But him, oh he wasn’t even trying to go a day without thinking about you. He didn’t want to.

From the moment you left him, taking his heart with you, he was destroyed. He thought the miles of distance between the two of you would make it easier to stay apart. He was wrong. Every day, he cracked a little, all his love that he had kept just for you, chipped until it was a semblance of what it was. His friends, especially Changbin urged him to try talking to you again, but he refused.

“She hates me, hyung. I don’t think she wants to talk to me after everything.” Changbin could only watch helplessly as his two best friends struggled.

-2 Months later-

You had become a workaholic, with nothing else other than work to engage you and keep you distracted, and it had paid off in ways. You got a promotion, to a position you could only dream about before, but you’d worked harder than ever to achieve it. However, one thing that came with the position was the numerous galas and parties that you had to attend.

You initially thought it would be fun to dress up nicely and meet new people, but reality was quick to burst your bubble. You had to engage with all sorts of people, even some who didn’t work in your fields, which led to lots of awkward conversations, and random creeps whose personalities were not half as interesting as your neighbourhood’s resident cat. It was tiresome in ways that sometimes you had to take a plane just to attend a stupid party and socialize when all you wanted was to snuggle into your bed and not meet people for another week.

Now, you had another party to attend, except it was being held in Korea, and you had to fly all the way in a single day after your work was finished.

Stepping out into the airport, you quickly unlock your phone and text Changbin. He was the only one you could rely on, especially when you didn’t know the language all that well. He had kindly agreed to help you navigate your new surroundings. Except he didn’t tell you that he’d be bringing Felix along. The guy had hoped that an impromptu meet would lead to the two of you resolving your (still very much alive) feelings. What he didn’t expect though, was for the freckled guy to flee.

Felix had no idea as to who Changbin wanted to pick up but reluctantly tagged along when the latter had asked him, persistently. His breath is knocked out of his lungs after seeing you for the first time in 7 months and 2 days. Was he counting? Yes. Did he care that it made him look like a lovesick idiot? Hell no. You hadn’t noticed him yet, busy animatedly explaining something to Changbin. The moment he sees you, his first instinct is to tug you into his arms and rest his face in the crook of your neck. But he stops himself. He couldn’t even greet you, he didn’t think he would survive seeing the hate in your eyes directed at him, so this time he runs.

Changbin has a suspiciously bright smile aimed at you when he meets you at the airport. He grins so much, you stop even as he keeps walking forward, unaware that you’re no longer walking with him. When he realizes that you’re not walking with him, he turns around and scowls.

“Hey, you can’t abandon me in my own country,” he says dramatically. You roll your eyes,” Try me.” You challenge and his scowl deepens.

“Now, cut to the chase and tell me why you’re smiling”.

Changbin swears that it’s nothing but after a minute of your intense staring, he breaks and smiles bashfully, “There’s someone I want you to meet-“

“I knew it! You had that shit-eating grin on your face and I suspected something. I’m not socializing with more than twenty people in the next two days, thank you very much” you quip before he can go on and on.

He snorts at your comment. “Oh come on, he’s handsome.”

“SO WHAT! So are you and you’re being extremely annoying. My eardrums need a break” you say, more to fluster him and get him to shut up rather than to stroke his ego and keep struggling to get out of his plans.

“Nice try, but just for that I’ll buy you breakfast, to avenge myself” he says, eyes crinkling.

“Can you avenge yourself all the time?”

“Oh for heavens’ sake.” He mutters and you giggle.

Even when you step out of the airport terminal, Changbin keeps looking everywhere, like he’s searching for someone. “Who is it?” you ask, and he sighs “No one.”

You get to your hotel room, and relax, trying to ignore the jet lag and not fall asleep. You successfully manage to do so by busying yourself with more work and the evening rolls by, faster than expected.

You pick out a casual ribbed, black dress and some earrings and call it a day. The company had provided a driver who took you to the venue. Unsurprisingly, it was held in a hotel whose hall was large enough to qualify as a ballroom.

Stepping in, you think to yourself ‘Let’s get this over with’. Before you know it a familiar pair of muscled arms pulls you in and you laugh.

“Hello to you too”. Changbin escorts you over to his team, whom you’ve met a couple of times. Except they’re still as unhinged, in the middle of a business party, talking about …whose butt was better to slap? You stop yourself there.

Felix had come over, intending to speak to you, but his throat ran dry upon taking a glance at you. Holy fuck! You were breathtaking, and suddenly he had no memory of what he wanted to say to you. Seeing you laugh and make small talk with his team, his heart swelled, but you didn’t glance at him. At all. Not even once in passing.

You on the other hand were hyperaware of his presence near you. Suddenly your skin was on fire, his gaze never leaving you. You knew he was watching you, and you let him.

Felix realized that it was the first intimate moment you’d shared in months, just you and him, no one else existing then. He comes forward and puts his hand out for you, but just that second you turned around the corner to greet someone else.

He’s hurt by your actions. There was no need for you to have done that. His mind reasons that you probably didn’t want to talk to him, but he just couldn’t stomach the hurt.

For the second time when he sees you, Felix runs. But this time you catch him in the act. He discreetly excuses himself and gets to the entrance, but you follow closely behind him.

Felix bolts through the set of wide oak doors at the entrance of the hall and doesn’t stop even when his lungs start burning. He keeps going until he hears a faint voice which sounds like …yours. And he stops.

“Christ, I’m not athletic enough for this” you mumble trying to catch your breath, and he laughs.

He full-on laughs until his head is thrown back and his hands clutch his stomach. He laughs so much tears stream down his face.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, it’s difficult to run when you’ve eaten two bags of chips by yourself on the same day” you attempt to explain, and he understands your need to deflect with humour and he turns around.

“Felix” you call him again, and despite you calling him by his full name, unlike last time there’s a trace of warmth in it. He clings to that warmth like it’s his lifeline as he wipes his face with his slender fingers. Your eyes follow the movement like nothing ever happened between you.

Felix grins at you, his face transforming with the curve of his lips. Not finding any hate or hurt in your eyes, he visibly relaxes. After both of you are breathing normally, less than six steps between the two of you, he summons his courage and asks you the one question he’d been itching to ask you for months.

“How have you been?”.

How have you been? You think back to the months you’d suffered and the predicament you’re in.

“I’ve been well”

He looks down at your reply, eyes shining with tears. “Wish I could say the same.”

He smiles again, but it’s full of sadness. You want to kiss it away until he never feels the same way again.

“But above everything, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I’m sorry it had to end that way, even if I didn’t want it to end. I’m so fucking sorry love.” He says, lovingly explaining to you even though he didn’t have to, trying to be gentle, and unknowing tears stream down your cheeks at the endearment.

“You’ve done nothing wrong to me, which is why it makes it so much harder for me to accept the fact that we-we have-“ he stops, hand raised to his mouth, muffling his words as he cries harder.

“You broke me to pieces without meaning to, because you were doing what’s right for yourself; by leaving someone who wasn’t right for you. By leaving me.” You smile sadly at his words.

“You were the best, God, I thought I didn’t deserve you. You were it at one point, you know?” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I don’t like how you used past tense there. It makes it hurt much more and makes things… worse. It makes things so much more real.”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say bitterly and at that point, the clock strikes twelve and you’re reminded that you have to go back to your hotel, except you’re no Cinderella and he’s not your prince who can come after you.

“This is it then, I guess. I’ll see you around Felix” you finish, as your heart sinks at the fact that he didn’t even protest at your words.

Maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were assuming, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Your heart beats alarmingly fast at the last thought, feeling it slowly come true. Felix just raises a hand and waves you off in a soundless goodbye, a spring in his step, that you eye before you turn your back and go. Unbeknownst to you, he walks briskly until he reaches a corridor no longer visible to you and he runs, but this time, he’s running to you.

You go back home and try as you might, you can’t sleep. The thoughts in your head, which you’d buried down months ago, surface and leave you anxious. You wake up hours before your alarm and finally conclude. You are still very much in love with the guy who once baked you brownies in the middle of the night because he hadn’t been able to in the morning. The same guy who had taken a piece of you and had never returned it.

Fuck your pride, you were both adults, if you want to, you can try.

After an hour of rehearsal, you finally pick up your phone with shaking hands when there’s a knock on your door. You open it and immediately think ‘What a pleasant surprise’ because in front of you is a (once-again) sweaty Felix who looks like he’s been running.

“Let me in, the hotel staff are chasing me.” You laugh and pull him inside, shutting the door.

Felix properly looks you in the eye and he smiles, unhesitatingly saying the words he came to say to you.

“I came here to ask you to give me another chance.”

“But I’m not sure if you do, Felix. What changed?” you ask, your face neutral, even as butterflies go into a frenzy in your stomach.

Once is a mistake, twice is a choice, and you’d be damned if you let him break your heart again.

“Well, I want to make it work this time. Every time. You’re it for me, and I was reminded of it yesterday. I’ll fix it, all the parts I broke and I vow to never break them willingly again. If I do, punish me to spend all of eternity with you, grovelling for my mistake. Do we have a deal?” he spills in one breath, his eyes shining, the same eyes which brought twinkling lights into your life again.

You don’t hesitate this time. “We do.” You whisper, careful not to disturb the tranquillity of that moment. And he comes closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, as he brings his thumb to rest on your lower lip, the cool metal of his rings, leaving you shivering. “Yes.” You whisper.

And yet he keeps staring at you. “What? Are you not going to kiss me now? Have you forgotten?” you tease him lowly, and his answer leaves you breathless.

“I am, but before that, I’d like to show myself everything I’ve been missing out on.”

His lips meet yours and it is the Fourth of July again, as he kisses you like a man starved. He chases your lips, uncaring of all the breaths you had to take, chests touching until you can feel each other’s heartbeats. When you finally come up for air hands pushing against his chest, he brings you closer by your waist.

“Hello,” he says like he’s seeing you for the first time again, both your foreheads touching. “Hi” you say, unable to hide your excitement.

“I’m home, love.” he announces, “And I’m never going away again.”

“Promise?” you hold out your little finger.

“I promise” his digit curls around yours and you acknowledge how happy that sight leaves you.

“You’re right. I would”

“I’m happy if you are, but first let’s get breakfast.”

“I’m swooning here and you dare to feel hungry?”

“You can swoon over me all you want when we’re both stuffing ourselves with food.” You sigh, and he knows he’s got you.

“That was the excuse I was going with if you were to shut your door on me. Food.” He confesses, eyes caressing your face tenderly.

“…You really think that I, a perfectly moral person, would stoop that low just for food?”

“Yeah”

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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he's so SKDLNSKLNS

pairing: felix x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 700

includes: supportive chan, felix stress bakes, reader is stressed (about math), this is very self inserty oops

a/n: i'm in love with leon kennedy HELP

requests open !! read my rules first

felix picks up another brownie, taking a small bite out of it. the sweetness of the chocolate isn’t too overpowering and the texture is nice - but something still feels like it’s missing.

he sighs, setting the brownie aside with all the rest. the countertops are completely covered in trays and containers filled with brownies at this point. despite hours of what feels like endless baking and far too many batches, none of them are good enough. not for you.

“felix?” he jumps a little at the sudden call of his name. after hours of baking in silence, another voice startles him more than he’d like to admit. chan stands in the doorway with a bag in hand and raised eyebrows. “what are you doing?”

“baking,” he mumbles.

“baking?”

“for y/n.” felix sighs, glancing around the mess of a kitchen. “he’s been stressed lately so i wanted to make something for him but none of them are good enough.” chan sets his bag down, kicking off his shoes as he walks towards the boy. “i need it to be perfect, but they’re too sweet, or not sweet enough, or too hard, or soft, or-”

“felix,” chan interrupts. he reaches over to place his hands on felix’s shoulders, forcing him to stop. “you know y/n. he’ll appreciate anything you give him. and all of this,” he pauses to gesture around the kitchen. “isn’t necessary. your baking is good. and your feelings are reciprocated.”

felix’s face burns at chan’s last admission. he’s never been the best at hiding his feelings but he didn’t think his crush was that obvious. chan chuckles at his blush. he pulls away with a final pat on felix’s shoulder and a small smile. “bring him some brownies and tell him how you feel. it’ll be fine, i promise.”

with chan’s reassurance, he nods. “one more batch?”

chan chuckles. “one more batch.”

a gentle knock on your door interrupts you from your studies. you begrudgingly pull yourself away from your computer long enough to squint through the peephole and see who’s on the other side. felix stands there holding a container of brownies in his hands.

you smile, opening the door for him. “felix!”

“hi y/n,” he smiles. you set the container aside on your countertop before he pulls you into a tight hug. the affection is welcome after so long of staring at a set of math equations on your computer screen. “seungmin told me you’ve been stressed lately so i made you some brownies.”

“thank you.” you pull away just enough to tug him towards your couch with you before making yourself comfortable next to him. you hold one out for him before taking one yourself. “cheers.”

felix laughs as you press the treats together for a moment. he watches you carefully as you take a bite, anxiously awaiting your reaction. relief floods through him when your face lights up at the sweetness. he hides his smile behind a bite of his own.

“lix, these are incredible!”

“i’m glad you like them,” he chuckles. you finish the rest of the brownie quickly. felix finds himself staring at your lips as you continue singing praises about his baking. he unconsciously reaches out, interrupting you when his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he’s gentle as he wipes away a stray smudge of chocolate from your face.

you freeze, finding yourself entranced at his touch. his hand moves from your lip to your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. “i want to kiss you,” you whisper.

felix doesn’t reply. instead, he leans in even closer. your eyes flutter closed as he finally pulls you into a sweet kiss.

his lips are softer than you expected. they fit perfectly against yours as you smile against him before finally pulling away. your smile grows at the sight of felix’s flushed face. “i like you,” he whispers.

“i like you too.” you don’t waste any time in pulling him into yet another kiss. your computer lays forgotten at your desk as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down to lay beside you. “movie marathon?”

felix relaxes against your chest with a smile. “movie marathon.”

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ihave-atummyache · 5 months

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everyone is a little toxic

Stray Kids Imagine

summary: toxic traits of skz

sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty

-OT8

5.7k words

ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators

pt2:

Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.

You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.

You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!

You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.

"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.

You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.

"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.

"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.

Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.

You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.

"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.

"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.

You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.

Lee Know: Short tempered

You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.

However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.

"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.

"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.

"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.

"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.

You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.

The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.

"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.

"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.

"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.

"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.

"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.

You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.

"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.

"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Changbin: Arrogant

"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.

But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.

"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.

"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.

"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.

"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.

"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.

"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.

"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff.

"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.

"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.

"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.

"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"

"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.

"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.

"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.

Hyunjin: Perfectionist

Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.

You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.

"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.

"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.

Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.

It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.

"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.

"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.

"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.

"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.

"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.

"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.

Han: Wandering eyes

Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.

Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.

He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.

This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.

You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.

"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.

About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.

"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.

"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.

"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.

"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.

"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.

He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.

"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.

"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.

"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"

"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.

"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.

"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.

Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior

You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.

"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.

"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.

"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.

"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.

"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.

"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.

"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.

"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.

"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.

"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.

"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.

"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.

"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.

"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.

Seungmin: Cruel

Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.

It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.

"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.

" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.

"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.

Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.

"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.

Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.

"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.

"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.

"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.

"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.

"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.

"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.

I.N: Gets distant

"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.

"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.

"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.

"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth

You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.

You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.

"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.

His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.

"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.

"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.

"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.

"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.

"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.

"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.

"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.

"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.

"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.

"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.

"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.

"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.

"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

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miniversse · 1 month

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

⭑ minors dni

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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justwonder113 · 8 months

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Stray kids masterlist <3

Ot8

Excited to be uncles, pregnant reader. Hyung line

Excited to be uncles, pregnant reader. Maknae line

Bang Chan

Showering Channie with affection

Sharing a bed with Channie

Leeknow

Showering Leeknow with affection

Sleepy Minho drabble

Head over heels

Changbin

Showering Changbin with affection

Hyunjin

Showering Hyunjin with affection

Han

Showering Hanie with affection Distracting Han from work

Felix

Showering Felix with affection

Seungmin

Showering Seungmin with affection

Showering Seungmin with affection part 2

Showering Innie with affection

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biniminisblog · 9 months

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Good Boy Gone Bad | Lee Felix SMAU

chapter fourteen

synopsis: felix gets caught smoking by you, the school’s regina george, and gets blackmailed to help you pass chemistry in exchange for keeping his secret.

previous chapter

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a/n: and this concludes gbgb! when i first started this i honestly did not expect to finish it lmao. i didn’t know people would read it, which is why i want to thank everyone who has been with me and read this series, its been a really fun experience. i also want to thank those who would share their thoughts in the replies or reblogs. i’d read them every time i needed motivation to write the next chapter or just when i’m bored, and it would always make me smile or laugh. i hope as this series finishes you will continue to read and support the other works that i will be putting up in the future. however, since i’ll be starting college in a few weeks, i won’t be as active anymore. if you guys have any ideas though as to what i should write or you just wanna talk, feel free to send an ask! as always, thank you so much!

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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3′s a crowd. ✧ ﾟ 🕊

🐣: pairing: Lee Felix x F!Reader x Han Jisung

🐣: genre: smut. 18- DNI

🐣: synopsis: reader is curious as to who the real Jisung is. With felix’s permission, Jisung joins in with their sexual acts.

🐣: warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, protected sex, penetration, blow job, pet names (baby girl, baby, kitten), fingering, slight breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, degrading, throat fucking, mentions of masturbation, fantasies, cum play (?), rutting.

🐣: words: 6k

🐣: a/n: uh. this is just filth, idk what to say except for, enjoy? lmao. debated on whether i should post this now or on felix / jisungs birthday but it is their birthday month so 🤷🏻‍♀️😁 dw, i havent forgotten about Seungmin. i have some ideas for him, so be prepared. 🥰

likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics out there. ty all for the love as of lately!

lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤

🐣: master list

"have you ever thought about having a threesome?" you asked nonchalantly to your boyfriend, whilst chucking more popcorn in your mouth.

Felix blinked at you, brain short circuiting. Once his mind processed the question and the way you asked him, like you just asked him how the weather was, he looked back at the movie playing on the TV screen.

"Uh, yeah. I guess."

"Me too." Your eyes glued to the screen, shovelling popcorn in your mouth. Truth be told, you lost interest in the movie. It was some cheesy, boring rom com with the typical storyline. You was more interested in the current converation you was having with your 4 month boyfriend. "Who'd you want it with? male or female?"

You turned your head and looked at Felix, who was now looking at you. He thought for a second before shrugging.

"I dont really care. Gender doesnt matter to me." You nodded. "And you?" Felix reached for his can of Fanta, taking a sip.

You smirked before replying. "Jisung." Felix spluttered, the Fanta going down the wrong hole causing him to cough. You patted his back gently, concerned but also amused at his reaction.

"Jisung? as in, Han Jisung? My band member, Jisung??" You nodded and hummed. "Why Jisung?"

You thought for a second, before smiling ear to ear. "Because i want to ruin him."

Felix looked confused, eyebrows knitted together. "Huh?" you moved the popcorn onto the floor, shuffling closer to Felix.

"There is something about that cute, lil quokka that makes me wonder. He is adorable, sweet, funny and acts oh so innocent, but i know, deep down, he's a perv. I have a feeling he would be all shy, like a virgin, but he just wouldnt be able to help himself as soon as he would see boobs or pussy."."

You was grinning devilishly, eyes sparkling as you spoke. "I want to ruin him felix. i want to break him and make him a whimpering mess. I want to see who the real Han Jisung is."

that conversation happened 2 months ago and you cannot help but think about it. Felix seemed to have forgotten about the conversation or maybe he is just pretending to. Either way, you wanted it to happen and with it being their birthdays, you thought it would be a splendid 'surprise.'

You was making your way to the dormitory to surprise Felix whilst holding some sunflowers. They seemed fitting considering it was your sunshine's birthday. You knocked on the door a few times, waiting until you heard footsteps and that familiar low voice. "Coming! just a second!"

you laughed as you heard him trip over someone's shoes, probably changbins considering Felix cursed him. The door opened and you beamed at your flustered lover.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here?"

"Its your birthday, Felix. Am i not allowed to visit my precious boy on his special day?" You pouted. Felix shook his head.

"Ah no! thats not what i meant. Im just surprised, thats all. Come in!." Felix stepped to the side and you walked inside, taking off your shoes as the door closed behind you.

The first thing you noticed, was the smell that filled the dorm. It smelt like brownies, the sweet scent hitting your nostrils, making your mouth water and stomach grumble.

"You baking, felix?" He had made his way to the kitchen and you followed shortly after. He hummed as he went back to mixing what looked to be – cookie dough! You stood beside him, watching him mix. His tiny hands holding the wooden spoon, veins protruding on his hands. The way his muscles would flex made your knees weak.

"So, what brings you here? We wasnt supposed to meet until later tonight for dinner." Felix looked at you, bringing you out of your gaze. You beamed and held up the sunflowers.

"Happy Birthday, Sunshine!" Felix smiled, his eyes crinkled at the side turning into crescents. He put down the bowl and spoon and took the flowers off you.

"Awe! Thank you angel. They're so pretty." Felix sniffed them once before searching the cupboards for a vase or a jug, just something to hold the flowers. As you was watching him, you noticed that the dorm was unusually quiet.

"Where is everyone?"

"Hmm, Hyunjin is at an art museum, i.n and seungmin are having a lunch data, Minho, Changbin and Chan are at the gym and Jisung went to the store, claimed he wanted something sweet to eat." Felix was filling a jug full of water as he spoke, putting the flowers in and placing them on the dining table.

You felt a little disappointed when you heard Jisung wasnt around, but none the less, it was you and Felix. The possibilities of what you two could get up to, was endless.

"Soooo, it's just us two?" You walked to Felix, hands behind your back as he was talking out freshly baked brownies from the over. He looked over at you and cocked an eyebrow.

"It sure is, baby." You smirked, watching him placing the brownies on a cooling rack and turning off the over. You leant against the counter as felix took the oven gloves off, walking over to you. "Why? what do you want, princess?"

He stood in front off you, hands on the counter behind you ultimately trapping you between his body. You licked your lips, eyes darting back and forth from his eyes to his lips.

"I want you, Felix." You cupped his cheeks gently, thumb stroking over his freckles as he leaned in. Your lips met each other, slotting perfectly together. Your lips moved in sync with one another. The kiss was sweet but passionate, lust slowly building up.

Felix held onto your waist as your hands moved from his cheeks to behind his neck, interlocking your fingers. Felix gently bit your lower lip, asking for permission. You hummed and parted your lips, your tongues meeting halfway and colliding with each other in a tangled, saliva mess.

Your breathing started to become laboured, head feeling light as you melted into the kiss, into Felix. You could feel arousal building up in the pit of your stomach as well as Felix's semi poking you through the material of his sweatpants.

He pulled you flush against him, rutting against you to cause some type of friction between you both. You whimpered into his mouth, saliva threatening to spill from the corners of your mouth. You hands had moved over to grip onto his shoulders.

Felix pulled way first, panting for air and breaking off the string of saliva that connected you both. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, his eyes shining and filled with lust. Once you both caught your breath, you leaned in and grazed your lips against his.

"im not wearing any underwear." You whispered, breath fanning against his lips. Felix growled, emitting a shiver to run through your body.

"Oh really now?" You nodded and hummed.

"You can check if you want." Felix's hands travelled down your sides to the button of your jeans. You watched his every move as he unbuttoned and unzipped them.

His hand travelled down and inside, fingers grazing over the skin and your clit. True to your word, you wasnt wearing any panties.

"Holy shit baby." Felix grumbled. His fingers rubbed small and slow circles on your clit. Soft moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as you leant against the counter. You parted your legs slightly, helping Felix to get more access.

He pushed his hand further inside, fingers teasing your entrance. You was wet, but not wet enough. Looking you in the eyes, he took his hand out, causing you to whimper from the loss of touch and warmth.

"Suck." You swallowed, his fingers level with your mouth. You opened willingly, holding onto his wrists as you sucked his index and middle finger, tongue swirling around the digits, coating them nicely in your saliva.

Felix sighed in content, watching you. "Ah, you're such a good girl, (Y/N) Always doing as you are told for me. But that's because you know that good girls, get rewards."

He pulled his fingers out off your mouth before they disappeared again in your pants. His wet fingers circling your entrance, your juices mixing together with your saliva. He slowly inserted his middle finger, your body tensed a little.

"Relax baby." Felix whispered, slowly moving his finger. You allowed yourself to relax, to embrace in the pleasure. Soft moans escaped your swollen lips as you held onto Felix's shoulders gently. Felix felt you relaxing around him, allowing him to move faster.

You started to feel good, so good in fact. Your moaning increased in frequency, becoming more and more. You felt your arousal building up, getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his fingers

Felix inserted his second finger carefully, a loud moan in the form of his name erupting from your lips. He moved his fingers fast, your juices coating his fingers. with his free hand, he lifted up your t-shirt, licking his lips once he saw your breasts bounce free.

"wow, you really wasnt lying when you said you wasnt wearing any underwear." He mumbled as you nodded. Holding your t-shirt above your breasts, he leaned in, kissing and sucking on the flesh. He ranged for sucking to biting, swapping from right to left, making sure both breasts got just as much love.

His tongue would dart out, licking your sensitive and hard nipples, occasionally sucking them. You was so lost in the immense pleasure. You was becoming unaware of your surroundings with each suck, each kiss and each thrust of his fingers.

Your ears perked up with the sound of someone walking into the dorm. You soon forgot about it as Felix scissored and curled his fingers inside you.

"Hey Felix, have you seen my wallet? I ca-" Both you and felix spun your heads around to see where the sound was coming from, Felix's movements halting.

You started to feel more excited when your eyes landed on a flustered Han Jisung. His mouth open, face beet red, eyes flickering from Felixs hand in your pants to your exposed breasts.

"I-Im so sorry. I'll get going now! Sorry to disturb you both!" Jisung rushed away as Felix removed his hand, allowing you to fix your clothing. You looked at Felix, eyes sparkling as if to ask him for permission. He laughed and stroked your cheek gently.

"You can ask him, princess. Meet me in my room when you've convinced him" You beamed, kissing him softly before dashing off to catch up with Jisung who was in the living area.

"Hey Jisung." You cooed, walking up to him.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)" Jisung looked at his feet, trying to avoid eye contact with you. His hands clasped together, trying to hide his obvious semi. You raised a brow and smirked, facing him. His face still red and flustered.

"Sorry you had to see that."

"Ah no, its ok. Uh, its kinda expected when you live with a bunch of guys." he let out a forced laugh, feeling awkward and shy around you.

"That's true." You walked closer to him, bodies almost touching. Jisung could feel the heat from you radiating. He glanced up at you and swallowed. Your cheeks were pink, lips swollen and your eyes shone and held mischief.

You leaned in slowly to his ear, causing Jisung to freeze. You smirked. "I know you liked it though, Jisung." His eyes widen as you licked the shell of his ear slowly. You pulled away, amused by his reaction.

"W-What do you mean?" You rolled your eyes and click your tongue.

"Oh Jisung. Dont think i dont know. Ive seen the way you look at me. I feel your eyes burning on me. I see the way you look at my legs, my arse and my breasts."

You smirked, squeezing and lifting your breasts over the material of your t-shirt. Jisungs eyes immediately glanced down at your actions, staring a little too much before looking back at you. You was smirking and thats when he realised –

He had fallen for your little trap.

"You see Jisung. Im interested in you. You act so innocent and so shy when it comes to sex. But i have a feeling that, deep down, you're a perv. That when i go home, you scurry away to your bedroom and tug on your cock, thinking of me. Thinking about cumming on my tits, arse or back." You licked your lips, Jisungs brain short circuiting.

You leaned in and grazed your lips against his own. "I want to ruin you Jisung, find the real you. So-" You pulled away and stood straight "-why don't you join me and felix? do what you truly desire. Make your dreams come true."

Jisung blinked a few times at you, his reaction the same as Felix's when you mentioned you wanted Jisung to join you both.

"You want me to join in?" He whispered. You nodded. "Dont worry though ji. Ive already spoke about this with Felix and he's okay with it." You beamed. You watched the cogs in his brain working overtime.

"I dont know, (Y/N)." You pouted before grabbing his hand and placing it on your breast. Jisung swallowed, looking at you as you smiled.

"Please Jisung. I'll put my mouth to good use for you." You squeezed his crotch, causing Jisung to grunt and involuntarily buck his hips. You palmed his cock slowly over the material, Jisung groaning and grunting.

"Pretty please, ji." You pouted, bating your eyes and giving him your best puppy eyes. "Let me ruin you." Jisung swallowed and nodded "okay, okay. i'll join."

You grinned and grabbed his hand, leading him to Felix's room. You opened the door, walking inside with Jisung behind you. You closed and locked the door, skipping over to Felix, who was situated on his gaming chair.

Sitting on his lap, you grinned. "I succeeded, sunshine."

Felix smiled and patted your head softly. "Good girl. I knew you could do it." You mewled at the praise, feeling a sense of achievement. Getting praises from Felix was your favourite thing because you knew you did a good enough job for him.

You looked over at Jisung, who was stood awkwardly at the door. You shuffled on Felix's lap, resting so your back was against his chest.

"Ji, you sure you're okay with this? its perfectly okay to change your mind." you stood up off Felix's lap, walking to Jisung and held his hand gently. "If you're uncomfortable with this, thats perfectly fine. Me and Felix wont make you do anything you don't want to."

Holding his hand softly, your soft skin coming to contact with his own made his breath hitch in his throat. He swallowed a little, looking at you and shaking your head.

"No, its okay. Im okay. I just dont know what to do or where to start." Jisung shifted on his feet. You squeezed his hand as a way of reassuring him.

"You'll be okay, Ji." You whispered before pecking his cheek. You breasts grazing against his chest underneath the fabric. You noticed the way his jaw clenched, making you smirk and return back to your origanl position on Felix's lap.

"Felix, i think Ji needs help in relaxing." You cooed. Felix hummed, gently tilting your head to the side allowing him to pepper your neck with gently kissed. You hummed, keeping your gaze on Jisung as Felix licked a long strip from your neck to your ear.

He kissed and sucked on your lobe, causing you to shiver and goosebumps to appear on your skin. Kissing his way back down to your neck, you felt his teeth sinking into your flesh, his hands slowly making their way up and under your t-shirt.

"You look so beautiful." the man, who was stood in front of you, thought out loud. You smiled at Jisung before moaning as Felix was sucking your skin, purple bruises forming on your delicate skin.

"Lets show him how beautiful you truly can be, Princess." Felix murmured against your skin before lifting up your t-shirt, your breasts bouncing free for the second time that night. Felix peered over your shoulder to look at his best friend whos gaze was focused on your breasts.

You felt exposed. Naked. Your breasts, which was also covered in various marks from before, are on display to the man who has been fantasizing about them for months. Jisung watched Felix's squeeze, massage and play with your breasts, his fingers grazing and flicking over your sensitive and hard nipples.

You whimpered, rutting against Felix's boner feeling it grind against your ass. Deep grunts escaped Felixs lips, making you shiver and whimper. Noticing that Jisung was looking flustered, aroused, his hand palming himself through the material of his sweatpants, Felix patted your thigh gently.

"Why dont you make him feel good, Kitten." Felix grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them together gently before his fingers grazed over your lips. You opened your mouth, Felix's fingers finding their way inside as you sucked, keeping eye contact on Jisung the whole time. "Show him how good that mouth of yours really is."

Jisung whimpered, the thought of having your mouth around his cock excited him even further. Something he had been dreaming of for months, was about to come true and he was ecstatic.

"One rule though. Only i get to cum inside her."

You got up off Felixs lap, discarding your t-shirt was you walked towards jisung. You pressed your body flush against his, breasts squished against his chest.

"This is finally your moment, ji. now you can do all the perverted things youve always wanted to do to me. No more fantasies, no more jerking off." You squeezed his cock, Jisungs hips involuntarily bucking making you smirk. "I can make your dreams a reality, ji."

You grazed your lips against his. Jisungs hands placed awkwardly beside him, unsure of if he could – or should – touch you. He was fighting a battle within his brain. He wanted to touch you, to give into all his perverted thoughts and desires. For months he has been fantasising about your pretty little mouth around his cock or his face buried between your thighs, tasting and relishing in your essences.

He wants to see you squirm underneath him, be overwhelmed from the pleasure he would so willingly give to you. His mind has been consumed with dirty and sinful thoughts of his best friends girlfriend, that he almost feels guilty.

Because that's just it. You're his best friends girlfriend and although you have given him the opportunity to do as he so may wish, at the end of the day, Jisung is still a gentleman.

"i'll take good care of you Ji. Just tell me your desires and i'll fulfil them. i'll let you use me. Use my mouth, abuse my throat and my pussy." Jisung audibly swallowed, his rationality fading piece by piece the more you spoke.

You grabbed Jisung's hand, guiding it to your throat. His hand gently clasped around it, squeezing the sides. "I know you want me. I'll be a good for you. I'll take you and every single drop of your seed like a good little cum slut." You whispered.

Gone. Jisung's rationality was gone. The dirty talk tipped him over the edge. It was like you saw something snap inside him as his expression changed, eyes going dark with lust. His grip around your throat tightened, making you whimper and relish in the feeling.

"Such a vulgar mouth you have. I tried so hard to not give in but you made it damn impossible. So many thoughts, so many things im going to do with you." He growled before letting go off your throat and making his way towards the bed, spreading his legs open.

He pointed to the space and you walked over, kneeling between his legs. You rested your head on his thigh, face close to his hard cock. You palmed it slowly, eyes fixated on it, mouth watering.

"I wonder how big you are and if i can fit all of you in my tiny mouth." You squeezed his cock making Jisung grunt.

"Why dont you find out and put the dirty mouth to go use. show me what youre really like because so far, youve been all talk and no action." Jisung grabbed your wrist, pulling it away making you pout.

"I have you know, ji. that i can make Felix cum with just my mouth." You pouted, pulling jisung's sweatpants and underwear off. His cock sprung free, relieved to be free from their constraints.

Your mouth watered, tongue darting out to wet your lips. His tip was red and angry, pre cum coating it. He was a relatively good side and girth. You shuffled on your knees, clenching your thighs together to create friction for your achy core.

"you just going to stare at it or–" you blushed.

"Sorry, its just not what i expected." You whispered. Jisung ran his fingers through your hair and laughed. You looked over at Felix.

"Can i?"

"Do as you wish, princess." You grinned and focused your attention back onto Jisung. Your hand wrapped around the base of his length, causing the man above you to grunt.

Moving your hand up and down his length, rotating at the wrists, you kissed and licked the side. The warmth of his skin against your tongue and hand making you hum.

"Mhm." Jisung pressed his lips together, watching your moves anticipated for what you was doing to do next. Tucking your hair behind you ears, you knelt up tall. You looked at Jisung through your lashes, tongue flat as you glided it slowly across his angry tip. You hummed at the salty taste, kitten licking as jisung did everything in his power to not buck his hips and unintentionally hurt you.

Pulling away, you hovered over his cock. You smirked as you slowly let some of your saliva fall out of your mouth, hitting hit cock and making it was slowly down his length. Jisungs eyes widen at the lewd action, biting his lip to the point where he was sure he drew blood.

Finally, you wrapped your soft lips around his tip, sucking and swirling the tip of your tongue around it. Grunts and groans left the mans lips, your confidence growing as so did your arousal. You began to take more of Jisung in your mouth, the warmth and wetness surronding him, making him feel like he was on cloud 9.

"Mhm. This is a hundred times better than my dreams." He grunted as you hummed, your hair falling past your face as you bobbed your head. Jisung gathered your hair into a make shift ponytail, eyes glued to you as you sinfully sucked his cock.

Closing your eyes, you lowered your mouth further down so his tip hit the back of your throat. Jisung moaned, head thrown back as you bobbed your head, his tip hitting your throat. You suddenly halted your movements, jisungs eyes opening then widening when he saw you take his entire length down your throat, nose touching the pit of his stomach.

Your gag reflex activated, eyes watering as saliva pooled out of the corners of your mouth. You pulled away, panting for air as tears fell down your cheeks.

"Such a sinful mouth." Jisung wiped away your tears as you smirked. He watched you before his eyes widening as you repeated the same movements, allowing his cock to abuse your throat numours times.

Jisungs thighs clenched, close to releasing down your throat. His breathing was laboured, chest rising up and down as sweat coated his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin. Jisung pulled your hair roughly, pulling you out off your mouth. You whined and pouted, lips swollen and throat feeling raw.

"I'll end up cumming. i want to play with you some more, (Y/N) im having way too much fun to end it right here." His hand stroked down your hair, cheek until it rested under your chin. He looked at Felix.

"Is it okay if i fuck her?" You also looked over at Felix, who was now naked - standing up and sitting on the bed, back resting against the wall.

"Yeah. just dont cum inside her. thats my job." Jisung nodded and stood up, undressing. Jisung bent over, cupping your chin in his hand and smirking.

"You best be prepared, angel. Ive been waiting for this longer than you can ever imagine." You swallows, frozen on the spot by his sudden change of personality. Felix okaying Jisung to fuck you awakened something deep within jisung. His confidence grew, suffocating you.

"awe, whats wrong baby. cat got your tongue?" He laughed, letting go of your chin. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up on your feet, legs shaking.

"Strip." He growled. You looked at both men, heart hammering against your chest. You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, shimmying out off your jeans and stepping out.

You whimpered, feeling exposed and shy. Two pairs of eyes were on you and you felt small, shy and vulnerable. It excited you knowing the possibilities that could happen between all three of you. Your clenched thighs didnt go unnoticed by you boyfriend, who chuckled.

"Hey look ji. She's clenching her thighs. Does she look so pathetic?" Felix smirked as you whimpered at his words.

"She looks desperate if anything. i think she is desperate, whatcha think, Lix?"

"Well, seeing as ive fucked her numerous times, i know her greedy fuck hole is dripping and clenching around nothing. She can be like that. She looses her mind when it comes to cock. She's a greedy, cock hungry slut and would do anything to have her holes stuffed to the brim."

You clenched your thighs tighter, listening and whimper as the two men exchanged conversation, talking about you as if you wasnt there. Their words ran straight to your core. Your body hot, pussy clenching, your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

You started panting, looking at the two men as they continued to degrade you. You needed to be penetrated, your pussy was aching for touch, to be filled up. You're hungry, so hungry you felt feral.

"Felix. Jisung." You breathed out in a shaky breath. Felix smirked, parting his legs and patting the space in between.

"Come princess. Let Jisung take care of that greedy hole of yours." He cooed as you crawled on all fours, a perfect view of your pussy on display for Jisung to see.

"Damn, (Y/N) you soaked! your juices are glistening." Jisung licked his lips hungrily as you lay in between Felix's legs, back against his chest as you felt his cock against your lower back.

Felix stroked your hair "You're such a good girl. Show him how greedy your hole is, kitten." Felix growled down your ear. Your hand slowly went down your body, gaze fixed on Jisung as you coated your fingers in your arousal. You circled your entrance with your finger before using two fingers to spread your entrance wide, giving Jisung a full view of your throbbing and wet core.

"Look ji. My greedy little hole is begging to be filled with your delicious cock." You mewled

Jisung sighed, kneeling on the bed and between your legs. "So vulgar and disgusting." You giggled, biting your bottom lip. Jisung looked at Felix.

"Do you have protection?" Reaching over to the bedside table, Felix took out a condom and handed it over. "Thanks."

Ripping the packet open, Jisung gave a few short tugs on his length before rolling the condom over his length. You watched his every move, body anticipating. He grabbed your legs, parting them, fingers digging into the soft, squishy flesh.

Looking down at your core, his chest started rising, pants leaving his lips. He moved closer to your entrance, tip grazing slightly. Grabbing the base of his cock, he looked at you.

"Ready?" You nodded fast. "Give it to me ji. fuck me like your life depends on it. make me into a withering mess with your cock." You mewled as jisung grunted as well as Felix.

"That fucking mouth. I dont know how you manage, Lix."

"That's the issue, i dont. But, i have taught her well. She's such a good girl." You beemed at Felix's praises, his hand stroking your hair.

"Hurry Ji." You whined, getting impatient. Jisung laughed before pushing his length inside you. You grunted, feeling him stretch you out due to the burn. You held onto felix's legs that was resting on either side of you.

Your warmth surrounding Jisungs cock, suffocating him. It was bliss, pure bliss to be able to feel you, at long last, around his cock. The many times he has dreamt of this, masturbating and cumming on himself from his desires was sinful.

Never in a million years did he think he would be able to fuck you senselessly, let alone have his best friend allow him to do so. He was surprised to learn that you and Felix spoke about this before hand, he always painted you as an innocent girl, so sweet like butter wouldnt melt.

He never thought you would be like this though. A slut with a vulgar mouth and a greedy hole. Your words, your touch ignited him, pushing him further and gaining more confident.

This is better than he has ever imagined.

Jisung started of by thrusting slow, allowing you to get use to his length and his techniques. He watched your face contort with pleasure, soft whines and moans leaving your lips.

"More." You panted out. Jisung pushed the remainder of him inside, until he was balls deep. You placed a hand on the pit of your stomach, feeling his tip deep inside you. You panted out and grabbed his hand, replacing his hand with yours

"look Ji. Can you feel it? Can you feel how deep you are inside me. It feels so good, ji. please dont stop." You whimpered, eyebrows knitted together. Jisung swallowed, thrusting into you with power and force, skin and wet sounds filling the room.

Your body was coated in sweat, body hot to the touch. Your baby hairs sticking to your body. Felix groaned and shuffled away from you, placing a pillow under your head as he knelt in front of your face, his angry, hard cock hovering over you.

"Im sorry doll, but please help me. Its painful." Felix let out a low whimper. You nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows so you was some what level with him

You opened your mouth wide, tongue flat out. Felix grabbed your head gently, pushing his length in your warm mouth and down your throat. You closed your lips around him, closing your eyes at the same time.

You hummed as Felix thrusted his hips, his cock abusing your throat, gag relex activating a few times. You gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin causing him to hiss.

Soon enough, your eyes filled with tears and saliva spilling from your mouth, landing on the bedsheets. You felt like you was suffocating, but you loved it. Your cock hungry mouth and pussy was filled to the brim and its exhilarating to you.

Your body was being consumed with pleasure and you felt yourself melting, your mind becoming foggy. You soon lost the ability to think clearly, your mind consumed with the pleasure the two beautiful men were providing you.

Jisung was watching you and Felix, watching felix thrust his hips, his cock disappearing in your mouth and down your throat. Your cheeks tear stained, chin covered in saliva, lips swollen and sore. Your body glistening and breasts bouncing with force from jisungs thrusts.

It was too much for the poor boy.

"cum." He whimpered out "Im going to cum." You pulled away from felix and licked your sore lips.

"You can come on me, ji." Your voice was hoarse because of Felix.

"You sure?" You nodded as Jisung grunted and thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and taking off the condom. He tugged on his cock, moving closer to you. He moaned and grunted as thick, white ropes of cum shot out and covered your stomach and breasts.

You hummed as you watched Jisung ride out his high, collapsing next to you in a sweaty, panting mess. He stroked your hair gently and smiled.

"You did good, (Y/N)"

"Funs not over yet. Im dying over here!" Felix groaned, shifting between your legs. He held them high and wide, smirking as you pressed your lips together.

"He's right, kitten. You did do a good job of taking care of him. But now, you take care of me. The person who owns you and has taught you extremely well." In one swift movement, Felix was buried deep inside you. Your back arched off the bed, grabbing the sheets. Felix wasted no time as his thrusts were fast and powerful. You moaned his name out like a chant.

"Felix, oh god, felix. Good. You feel so good!" You cried out, tears of pleasure pooling at the corners of your eyes, spilling over.

"and you feel so good around me." he grunted, his grip tightening around your thighs, leaving marks. You body was on fire, thighs and pussy starting to achy. Letting one leg fall down his side, his fingers went to work on your neglected clit.

You didnt realise until now, how neglected your clit felt. His touch sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spin, goose bumps appearing on your skin. With each thrust, Felix repositioned his thrusts to his your favourite spot.

Once he hit, you moaned loud, hand instantly grabbing Jisungs, grasping it hard. Jisung laughed and planted soft kisses on your forehead. "Good girl." he whispered.

Your walls started to tighten around felix, his movements getting sloppy.

"Felix, close. Im so so close." You cried out. Felix nodded.

"Me too baby. Im going to plant my seed inside you, coat your walls white. Is that what you want?" You nodded frantically. "Your greedy hole wants my seed so badly, huh. Such a dirty cum slut."

The knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening, becoming unbearably for you. "can i cum, felix? please let me cum." Tears falling down your cheeks.

Felix cooed and wiped away your tears. "cum around my cock, princess." He growled. The knot snapped.

Your back arched off the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably. Felixs name falling past your lips as you came around Felix. Shivers ran all over your body as you panted. Felix helped you ride out your high by stoking lazy circles on your clit.

Once calm, you grabbed his wrist, halting movement. He laughed, grabbing your waist with both hands hand thrusting into you powerfully. You whimpered, your sensitive pussy feeling like it was on fire.

After a few more thrusts, felix stopped, emptying his load inside you, coating your walls white with his thick cum. He thrusted shallowly inside, riding out his high.

Once calm, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out off you and onto the sheets. He plopped himself down next to Jisung. Felix stroked your cheek gently, his tone of voice lovingly.

'You feeling okay, baby?" You hummed and nodded, feeling tired.

"well, i feel tired, sticky and a bit tender but im good." Your voice was hoarse, body tender.

"let me and ji take care of you, princess. you did a good job taking us both. Im proud of you." You smiled sleepily as jisung and felix stood up off the bed. Grabbing a bottle of water, Jisung helped you up to drink it.

Swallowing the water, you looked at both boys, eyes shining, hopeful.

"so uhm. Same time again tomorrow?"

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