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orangesaek · 1 year

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Hii! I’m new to your blog and I love your writing sm!! 🫶🏻 I was wondering if I can request a felix fluffy scenario of both of you being really affectionate towards each other infront of the other members and they’re teasing both of you and you’re the blushy/awkward one. (I imagine their reactions to be like how they reacted to felix in the ‘your eyes’ mv 😭

hiii 👋 thank you so much, and i'm glad you like my work ♡ really appreciate it! 🤍 i hope you see this and let me know if you liked it 🥰

note: although most people (stays) already know the names of felix's family members, i left them out on purpose because i just felt a bit uncomfortable using their names in a fanfic 😅

also, merry christmas and happy holidays, everyone! 🎄

a/n: slightly proofread. lowercase intended. image not mine.

december 24. it was finally christmas eve, and felix couldn't wait for christmas to come for three reasons:

one, his family flew over a few days ago just to spend the holiday with him. two, once the group's schedule for the day is over, he'll get about 2 weeks to rest. and three, he looks forward to spending it with you (and with his members before they leave for the holiday to see their own family).

"oh, it's finally over!" felix's mom exclaimed in delight, clapping her hands happily in the process. you smiled at how cute she looked.

you were already waiting with his family at the hotel they were staying at, watching gayo daejeon together on the tv in their room. the place was also pretty convenient since the restaurant where they were able to book a private room was just a couple of floors down.

"eonni, your boyfriend's calling~" his younger sister said, handing you your phone from the coffee table. felix called you up to let you know that they are getting ready to leave and will be at the restaurant in 30 minutes.

"that's great. we should get ready as well," his dad said. "i'll call the restaurant to let them know we're coming down in a few."

it was actually the first time you have met felix's family in person, but they were just as nice and welcoming as he was. it was clear to you then that felix really grew up in such a wonderful family.

everybody was getting ready to leave when his mom rushed to your side and gently turned you around to face her.

"dear, put some of this on," you stood there as she quickly dabbed some lipstick on your lips.

"there you go!" she smiled in content. "this shade looks so good on you!" she was practically squealing at how nicely the shade complimented your overall look.

"thank you, mrs. lee" you gave her a shy smile before leaving the room with her.

you were now at the restaurant, laughing and having a good time with felix's family as they shared some of their favorite moments with him during childhood when the door to the room slid open.

all 5 of you whipped your heads to see felix by the door, smiling your guys' way as he gestured for the rest of the members to come inside first.

after all the greetings were said, felix finally sat down beside you, smiling so widely after giving you a brief hug. you were seated between him and his older sister, with the other members seated on the other side of the table.

"you look extra beautiful today, babe" he complimented. you looked at felix with a shy smile.

"o-oh, really? thank you," you replied. "your mom actually helped me put on some lipstick, so that's probab---"

you paused when you noticed how felix was just staring at you with a big smile plastered on his face.

"is... everything... alright...?" you quietly asked, worried that there might be something stuck on your teeth or something that he found funny.

felix let out a light chuckle before taking your hand and kissing the back of it, still keeping his eyes on you.

"yeah, it's just that you look so beautiful tonight."

after hearing that (plus the gesture felix just made), you couldn't hide the blush that was showing on your face anymore and turned your face away from him.

this time, felix let out a laugh at how cute you looked, finally catching the attention of everybody else in the room.

"what's going on?" felix's dad asked. he turned to look at his dad, still smiling.

"nothing," he answered. "my girlfriend's just really adorable right now."

bang chan let out a giggle before looking at the other guys beside him.

"get your fingers ready coz things are going to get cringey real soon," he teased. the room was then filled with laughter and some more light-hearted teasing.

"babe," felix called. "ahh~" he said as he raised a fork in your mouth in an attempt to feed you with a small piece of meat.

you looked between him and the fork in his hand. you were about to open your mouth to take the food when you heard the other guys teasing you and felix again.

"ahh~" bang chan, changbin, and hyunjin said in unison while lee know, han, seungmin and i.n. tried to suppress their laughter.

felix turned his head to them and stuck out his tongue playfully. his family could only shake their heads and laugh at the silliness of the group.

unfortunately for you, felix seemed to enjoy seeing you all flustered and shy. and of course, the more he did it, the more his members would playfully tease the two of you. although felix didn't mind it at all, you were feeling so shy to the point that you just wanted to curl up into a ball.

you were peacefully eating a cream puff, quietly listening to the conversation going around, when felix called your attention. you turned your head to face him, waiting for him to say something.

"you really make me want to take care of you more," he sighed quietly.

you weren't sure what he meant by that until you felt his thumb swipe gently on the side of your lips, realizing that he just wiped some cream off.

you were about to thank him for it but was left speechless and embarrassed when you saw him licking the cream off of his thumb and gave you a playful wink.

"OH MY EYES!!!"

you heard hyunjin scream as he dramatically covered his eyes and slowly slid off of his chair, 'collapsing'. the other guys have started playfully pretending to gag, with some of them curling up their fingers from cringing so bad. even his sisters have started joining in their antics.

"i can feel the chicken i ate come to life," lee know said as he put a hand on his belly, feigning the horror in his eyes.

felix and his parents were just laughing wholeheartedly from the chaotic antics of the guys, while you laughed awkwardly in embarrassment.

he was still laughing at the guys when he turned to look you. he gave you a soft smile before asking you if you were feeling alright.

"yeah, but just a bit embarrassed," you quietly admitted.

you have known the rest of stray kids for a while now, and although you were already used to their playful teasing (especially about your relationship with felix), there are still times that you just couldn't think of an equally playful comeback and just end up blushing furiously — tonight was the perfect example.

the guys have now (slightly) calmed down from cringing and have started talking amongst themselves (still about what happened) when felix cupped your cheeks gently.

"i love you," he suddenly said as he looked deeply into your eyes with a soft smile.

despite feeling a bit embarrassed from all the playful teasing from the guys, you still couldn't stop the growing smile on your face.

you looked straight into his eyes before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips, not caring anymore if somebody saw it.

"i know, and i love you, too." you quietly said with a shy smile on your face. felix grinned sheepishly right after.

and just as expected, another round of playful teasing from the rest of stray kids ensued, with seungmin jokingly commenting, 'for the sake of our mental health, just please get a room!'

- end.

requests are OPEN ♡ holiday break just started, so i have a lot more time to respond to requests now 😊

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 23 - striptease

stray kids 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Lee Felix NSFW

🖤 warnings: workplace shenanigans, suggestive behavior, established casual hookup culture, this is all because of That tiktok i’m sure you know the one 🖤

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At first you don't see the phone.

Not that this would be too far out of the ordinary if it wasn't being filmed, but it makes a hell of a lot more sense when you realize that Felix is recording a TikTok.

He's the most stereotypical DeviantArt definition of the word "twink" - petite, slight, beautiful in the face and everywhere else - and when you walk into the green room to find him throwing it back to some remixed 70s groove, you thank your lucky stars to be on the same continent as him, let alone in the same fucking room.

When he finishes his little circle, gives his phone a little wave, and ends the recording, he turns around and promptly jumps three feet like a startled cat.

"Oh, shit!" he yelps.

"Sorry," you say, soulless and unapologetic.

"Were you watching me do that?"

"Only the last bit."

He groans, cheeks reddening. "Goddamnit."

"I thought it was cute!" you insist.

"It was just for the internet," he mutters.

"No, yeah, that makes sense. I'm just surprised you're into thirst traps."

You didn't think it was possible, but he looks even more mortified. "Don't call it that!"

"That's what it is, though!"

Felix snatches up the phone. "I'll just delete it."

You wilt. "No, hey, no. Don't do that."

"But now I feel dumb!"

That's absolutely the last thing you want. "You wanted to make it, right? Post it?"

"Yeah."

"Then don't let my stupid ass make you feel like it's bad," you say.

"It's easier to do when no one's watching," he says.

"Well, then I won't watch."

You turn around and cover your eyes with your hands. You can hear Felix scoff behind you, but you're committed.

"You don't have to-"

"Not looking, post it, do it," you say.

There's a beat of silence, and then Felix sighs.

"Done."

You uncover your face. "Nice."

He might not have posted it, but it's the principle of the thing.

"What'd you need, anyway?" he asks, tucking the phone into his pocket.

"Oh." You'd forgotten. You came in here for a reason. "You're done for the day."

"Fuckin' finally."

Apparently it's your job, today, to run around and deliver wrap calls to the rest of the production staff. Not that anyone's been very busy. Changbin was asleep for the entire second half of his shift, Minho had already taken a 'long lunch' and headed home during the final shoot, and Felix, well. Felix apparently uses his spare time to put that tight little body to good use online.

"Wanna head out?"

Felix plucks at the black shirt he's wearing. "I have to give this back. Borrowed it from Chan."

You grin. "Why?"

"I stained mine working on that one set. Green paint and white clothes are not friends."

"Just take it off and leave it with his stuff."

"Take it off here?" Felix asks, looking scandalized.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Then get out!"

"It's not like I haven't seen it all before," you shrug.

In that same way that high school band kids and drama kids tend to just date (or fuck, depending on how cool they are) around their social circle, the people who work at this for-rent sound stage are notorious for hooking up. You'd thought it was weird, when you were hired, but then management kept hiring increasingly hot people (Seungmin, and then Mina, and then Felix...) and suddenly you understood.

Dating is hard. Hot coworkers with good boundaries are so much easier.

"I guess," Felix cedes.

You smirk. "I could see it again."

Felix scoffs again, but the nonchalance in his voice is all an act when he asks, "Where's everyone else?"

"Only Jeongin was left, I was supposed to lock up."

"They're all gone?"

You shrug. "You were the last one. No one could find you."

It's not what you're expecting, but it is what you're hoping for, when Felix slams the door to this closet-sized green room and locks it up.

"I told you, they're gone."

"Can't be too careful," he says.

"Still, it's not like - mm!"

It doesn't matter what you have to say, because Felix is wrapped around you before you can get another word out, his gorgeous pouty lips against yours like he's been waiting all day for this. Maybe he has been. It's not the first time he's been waiting around to seduce you after a shift.

You wonder if it was really an accident that you found him mid-dance.

His freckled face is stunning, this close to yours, his black hair falling in his eyes. "What was that you asked for?"

Oh, he's playing with you.

"A closer look under this boring shirt," you say, hooking your finger in the neckline of the borrowed tee and tugging.

Felix gives you an evil, evil grin. "Can I give you a repeat performance?"

You can't believe he has to ask. "Deadass?"

"If you want."

There's only one shitty folding chair in this room, but it's in front of a really lovely wooden vanity, so that's where you sit instead, propping yourself up on the solid wood counter.

"Go ahead."

Felix scrambles for his phone again. "It's weird with no music, hold on."

It takes a second, but before long, that same song is pouring out of his phone, tinny and not too loud but enough so that you're not sitting in silence. This whole thing would be cheesy, except that Felix is into it. Nothing beats genuine mischievous intent, absolutely nothing.

He treats you to that same kind of slow, gyrating turn he'd done earlier, his lithe waist and high-waisted jeans making his ass stand out in a way that's kind of illegal. Halfway around, while his back is to you, Felix yanks the hem of that oversized shirt out of its French tuck and begins to lift it over his head.

By the time he's facing you again, the shirt is gone, baring the lean lines of Felix's chest, his ribs, his abs.

"Baby, holy shit," you groan.

He should consider a career in this, you think, as he winks at you and throws the t-shirt to the side. "You're a good audience. Got any ones?"

If you had any singles in your wallet, they'd be flying, but you don't, and you barely have the presence of mind to keep from drooling like an actual cartoon dog.

Felix hooks his thumbs into the tight waist of his pants, still grooving on the spot to his little backing track. His grin is evil as he unbuttons-unzips-shimmies the waistband down, revealing a glimpse of tight black boxer-briefs underneath.

They're looser, slower circles of his hips, this time, as he peels his jeans down. He gets them to his knees that way, and stops with his back facing you again. You're sure your mouth is hanging open, watching him bend neatly at the waist and pull the garment off his calves and all the way down.

Somehow, it's not even awkward when he leaves his sneakers and socks behind and steps out of the whole mess, dainty, in just his underwear. Stark black against his pale skin, the same color as his striking dark hair.

He tosses his cute little ass in one more circle, before he comes over to lean heavily into your lap and kiss you again.

Felix pulls you to your feet, and you let him. He turns you around, mid-kiss, as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth carelessly and scrabble over his freckled shoulders.

He marches you backward a few steps, so that you're standing about where he was, in the middle of the small room. He then takes a seat on top of the vanity, restarting the track back to the beginning, letting Earth, Wind & Fire set the scene all over again.

"Your turn."

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hanalulugguk · 1 year

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Three

Fast Times || Lee Felix

Pairings: Lee Felix x fem oc

genre: fluff, non-idol AU

Warnings: none.

Word count: 4.7 k

(not proof read!)

Note: i’m having so much fun writing this story. thank you for all the interactions with the past two chapters i appreciate it <3

these may seem slow and uneverntful but that’s because i plan on making this series a bit long so i want to introduce my characters properly.

lixie starts appearing more from this chapter forward <3

Enjoy <3

It’s saturday. Meaning for now, it’s a free day to do whatever till university work starts getting hectic and luna and eunbi barely see each other except for meal time, which even that is different for both of them most times.

Since they had the day off, eunbi and luna spent the majority of the morning cleaning the apartment. Deep cleaning. Luna’s favourite and eunbi’s most hated chore.

The two are very lenient when it comes to house chores. They each have their part. Luna cooks most meals, organizes and cleans. Eunbi tidies up and does the dishes, as well as keep an eye on the instant ramen and snacks stored. Whenever either gets busy, the other carries their role with no bother. Their living dynamics works very well, and they’re both very comfortable in it. Deep cleaning is mostly luna’s thing, but eunbi insists on helping every time, mostly with things like carrying the couch back so they don’t drag it across the floor or so luna doesn’t keep going back and forth. She also helps put things back into their place when luna is done.

Laundry is usually done depending on the load. If it’s a bigger load, luna is more patient with separating and doing a few washes. If it’s a smaller load, eunbi takes over.

They’re usually done by noon, if eunbi had slept, they’d both go grocery shopping, if not luna would go alone. Today it was the latter.

“Text me anything you want that’s not on the list.” luna pokes eunbi as she exits the bathroom after her shower.

The list on the white magnetic board on the fridge. The one they use to note things for each other like, ‘we need yoghurt’ or ‘i left some food for you, have a proper breakfast, not cereal’

Luna goes into her room, coco following behind, she unwraps the towel over her hair and brushes it through after putting in her products.

She ruffles up her curls a little before pulling out some clothes. Before the grocery store she needs to take coco on a walk since she wasn’t able to this morning due to their cleaning. So she needed something comfortable.

She pulled out a fitted dark grey long sleeved square neckline top and loose grey jeans. Upon changing she didn’t bother taking off her house shorts, since they were already men’s briefs and she would be wearing them again in a few hours. The pants hung too loose though so she tried to find the only belt she had. She couldn’t, probably somewhere at the bottom of her closet but she couldn’t bother to push through and look for them.

She threw her shirt on and slipped on some socks with her platform white shoes to keep her pants from dragging over the ground. Most of her shoes were chunky or platform because most of her pants were long and baggy. That lead to her never being her height and constantly looking taller. Always escaping the 5’5 allegations, it started off unintentionally but she started liking always having to look down at people instead, self conceited but fun.

She put her skincare on and a very light tap of blush. She didn’t bother with anything else but her brows since she’ll be wearing sunglasses anyway.

She diffused her hair and tucks some of it behind her ear, curls constantly falling in her face. She pulled out coco’s collar, just then noticing the grey that matched her dog’s hair also matched her outfit.

“Coco we’re matching,” she coos at the uninterested dog who was just happy at the sight of her collar. She secures it around her neck as her phone dings.

Checking it, she saw a text from eunbi with the things she wanted, she adds them to the list once she receives another text.

Eunbi: pay with our card, don’t be sneaky

Luna smiles as she slips her phone and card holder in her pockets. They sit comfortably, how wonderful men’s pants are.

She slips her headphones on and exits with coco’s leash in hand. They take a nice long walk for 30 minutes, with a quick park stop for coco to roll around the grass a little since she’ll be given a shower tonight anyway.

Coco likes night shower, why? It’ll always be a mystery. But whenever she takes her showers at night it’s like she’s given an extra life, she’s enjoying the air from the blow drier and jumping around. she’s bouncy and cuddly and gets very playful. Whenever she showers in the morning she hates, she barks and tries to attack the blow dryer despite her being a very calm dog most of the time. She likes to be left alone and not touched and eats very little. Almost reminds her of eunbi.

After their quick park stop, luna passes by the cafe to grab a coffee before she heads back to drop coco off and go to the store. She pushes the door open a little hesitantly, she doesn’t want to be told to leave because of coco and the owner had no signs on whether pets were allowed or not. She pauses her music on her way in.

With coco tucked in her arm, tail happily wagging with her tongue stuck out in exhaustion, she goes up to the counter, the girl behind the counter recognizes her and instantly notices the dog in luna’s arms.

She puts her hands over her mouth at the sight, “oh hello.” she coos at coco which gives luna instant relief. “What’s her name?” she asks luna as she extends her hand but doesn’t touch, probably to keep her hands clean for the customers. “Coco.” luna replies with a smile.

“Hi coco,” she uses a baby voice this time. “I’m sorry, what can i get you?” she apologizes getting ready to punch in her order. “It’s okay, i was a little worried she wouldn’t be allowed.” luna says patting coco’s head.

“Oh no they’re allowed. Even if they weren’t she would be. Right coco?” luna smiles gratefully at the gesture. “I’ll have an iced latte with almond milk and a water please. But in a cup not a bottle.”

“Absolutely, anything else?”

“No thank you,” luna handes her card to the lady as she scans it. As she hands her the card and receipt back she asks, “can i ask what your name is?”

“Aera.” she replies with a smile making luna nod and smile back. “I’m luna.”

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“I’ll get your drink ready.” Aera steps back and luna moves to the pick up spot to wait.

“Hey luna, “

Luna turns around to see changbin standing behind her with both hands in his pocket. He had on black jeans and a light wash denim button up. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes were a little puffy. It looked like he woke up not too long ago.

“Hi changbin.” his eyes shoot to the dog in her hands, luna notices, and offers “do you wanna pet her?” changbin looks from the dog to luna as he nods in question.

“Yeah go ahead, she’s a people person.” at thank changbin scratches coco’s head and she leans into his touch making him smile.

“What’s her name?” he asks looking up at lun from where he leaned to be eye level with coco.

“Her name’s Coco,”

“Iced americano, iced latte with almond milk and a water.” changbin steps aside to grab his coffee, luna following. She places the plastic cup of water on the floor for coco and places the dog down to hydrate after her long walk.

Changbin stares at the dog as she drinks. “How old is she?”

“She’s three,” luna replies taking a sip of her coffee. Tastes so good after such a long morning with more chores left to do.

“Oh she’s so tiny,” he points out bending to pat her head as she drink.

“Yeah they don’t grown much more than this. She has so much life in her though, she goes feral when we’re play fighting.” luna points out making him chuckle.

“How was your first week?” changbin asks as he stands up, placing a hand in his pocket as he grips his cup in the other.

“It was fine, nothing too extreme happened, how was yours?” luna leans her weight on one foot as she crosses her arm under her other one that had her coffee.

“It was fine, have 3 courses i already hate”

“Oh that was quick.” she jokes making him snort. “Yeah, but it’s okay though, they seem relatively easy.” she nods not knowing exactly how to carry the conversation past that.

“I’ll get back to my friend, he's waiting for me, have a nice rest of the day.” changbin points to a table behind where an unfamiliar boy sat on his phone. “Yeah, you too.” she politely responds and he bends down to give the dog who was now lying patiently on the floor one last pat on the head.

“Bye coco, bye luna.”

“Bye changbin.”

Luna picks up her dog along with the now empty cup as she turns to try and spot the cashier, “bye Aera,” she calls out when she does. Aera turns around to see her and waves at her. Luna discards the cup before leaving.

Once outside, she places coco back on the floor, her leash in hand as they make their way back home. Once her paws are cleaned up, leash off and her bed and toys are pulled out from under the couch for her. “Your bowls are both full in the kitchen okay baby. Don’t bother aunty eunbi.” luna coos at coco as she places a kiss on top of her head. “She’ll eat you.” she jokingly whispers to the dog who pulls a fearful face.

She chuckles giving her one last kiss before heading out again but with her bag and two folded tote bags this time. Since she doesn’t take any transportation to the store she always has to walk back to the apartment with the bags of food, and based off past experiences, those plastic bags are not strong enough to last the whole way back.

She has since learned to take two big tote bags to put everything in to make the trip back easier and less frantic. All the strength training in the gym is really paying off in these weekly grocery store trips.

The walk to the grocery store is a little over 15 minutes. The weather is nice and the sun isn’t too hot, so it’s a nice walk. Luna enjoys trips to the grocery store, it’s one of her favourite things. She’s grown up cooking and baking with her mum and grandmother, being an only child for so long her mum and grandmother always catered to her and had time for her. Her favourite memories growing up were in the kitchen with her grandmother.

From helping ice the birthday cakes, mixing the batter, to being the one to press the on button on the mixer to make the soup, to being the one to cook and bake for them when she goes back home. Growing up, Luna was always close to her family, always loved and protected them just how they loved and protected her. So many of her memories that she loves and looked back at when she would feel homesick were with her family. She loved them dearly and wholly. They were always the ones she would turn to and still are.

So the little things like baking, cooking, going to the grocery store, taking a walk in the early morning like she always did with her grandmother back home, these were all things that grounded her really well and she couldn’t let go of them.

Upon arriving at the store, she pulls out a cart and begins picking up all the things missing at home. She even derives from the list and picks up some things she recalls eunbi and her liked. When she passed by the spices section she halted for a bit, not used to the selection. She used to bringing all the spices she uses and they have at home when she travels or when eunbi’s mum visits, but since neither has happened in the past few months they were left to the demise of grocery store selection, which to be fair, is a lot better than luna had thought would be.

“Is there anything specific you need?” after a few minutes of staring down the spices whilst only picking out sesame seeds and hot chilli flakes, she can understand why she would seem lost to the workers. But when she turns around she isn’t faced with a worker, but just a random guy standing next to her in a black shirt and grey sweatpants. He stood only a few inches taller than her with his arm leaned over his own half full cart. He had a lot of meat stacked up with beer and other side items. She didn’t look, it was just hard not to notice.

“You don’t work here.” she stated pointing at his attire, “i’m just helping no need to make it weird.” he joked making her reach up to pause her music and cross her arms.

“Forceful, aren’t we?” she points out, making him laugh, “if you’re good i’ll just keep going.” he states pointing to the end of the aisle where he was headed.

“Keep going then,” she steps aside, allowing him space to walk past, but he doesn’t. “What? Stuck to the ground?” she asks him, raising her brows.

“Wow, you’re funny,” he says but she can’t tell if he’s being genuine or sarcastic. “So i’ve been told.” she stares him down.

“Alright i’ll get going, don’t wanna bother you,” he says pushing his cart to begin to move before she replies, “too late,” he chuckles looking away and gives her a nod making her scrunch her face up.

She wasn’t actually bothered, she just doesn’t like overly confident guys.

After he’s gone she picks up two packs of crushed nori, garlic and onion powder and moves on. She grabs the rest of the list, picks up some liquid soup and stacks up on eunbi’s favourite iced tea that tastes like bitter cough drop syrups and checks out. Obviously using their shared card for bills and utilities.

When done she packs everything into the tote bags, but makes sure anything breakable is wrapped in plastic bags before she leaves. The trip back home is a little longer, mainly because of the extra weight added on.

Halfway through Luna pauses, as she usually does, to take a quick break. She halts for a minute or so before she’s back to moving again. She arrives home, takes a quick look around the hallway before entering the code into the security and carrying the bags inside being greeted by coco who pattered around her all the way to the kitchen.

Once inside she tosses her hair up and starts putting everything away, when she’s done she begins making dinner. She decided on miso ramen since eunbi had been talking about it a lot recently and there wasn’t anything specific luna craved.

She connects her phone to the speaker but doesn’t turn the music up too loudly so she doesn’t wake up eunbi before the food is ready and she’s rested enough. It takes around 40 minutes to get everything done and ready. She goes to change before she wakes eunbi. Clothes off, folded and house shirt back on, then she’s off to proceed waking her roommate up with caution.

When she enters the room it’s pitch black, she almost got a heart attack when she thought all the clothes piled up on the desk chair is a person.

“Eunbi,” she calls softly as she reaches the bed, shaking the girl a little before she grumbles, “get up it’s past 5,” she whispers again but gets nothing in return but eunbi covering her head in the covers.

“Yah, eunbi” she’s a little louder this time. “I made food,” at that she hears her clear her throat, “what’d you make?”

“Miso ramen.”

In the blink of an eye luna is pushed aside as eunbi’s feet patter against the floor as she hurries to the kitchen. “Bitch,” luna chuckles as she takes the covers off the floor and tosses them on the bed.

She goes out to join a no longer grumpy looking eunbi at the table who was sitting with her chopsticks in one hand, soup spoon in the other, waiting for luna.

“Thank you for waiting,” luna chuckles as she sits down and they both start eating, “of course, i’m a loyal friend.”

“Of course you are,”

They eat in silence with very minimal talking, luna exhausted from a long day and eunbi still being half asleep.

By the time the dishes were washed and everything was in place, the left over ramen place in the fridge and being left with nothing to do, both girls ended up on the couch with coco on luna’s lap.

Eunbi sighs heavily as she leans into the couch cushions enough for them to lock her in place, “what are YOU sighing at? You slept most of the day.” luna shoves eunbi’s leg with her foot making eunbi whine.

“I slept 8 hours total today,” she whines kicking her feet as she settles back again. “We could watch a movie,” luna suggests, already grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

“Horror?”

“NO!”

Luna lets out a menacicle laugh at eunbi’s horrified look and scream, “i will not be subjected to your self inflecting torture again. You wanna watch these nightmare inducing movies do it by yourself, don’t drag me into it.”

“Miss congeniality?”

“Yes, give me pick me sandra bullock. Better than watching children talk to ghosts and inviting them to murder their family.”

“You’re being over dramatic.” luna states turning on the movie as they both scoot closer and bring coco in the middle so all three were huddled up together. “But am i really?” eunbi asks unwrapping the blanket draped over the couch’s arm rest. “You absolutely are,” luna retorts and the two fall silent afterwards, knowing very well eunbi is in fact very dramatic.

“You know we could have simply just placed the tv closer to the couch if i knew it was going to be like this,” eunbi, when they’re almost halfway through the movie, comments after watching luna squint for the 100th time to see.

“It’s never too late to rearrange,” luna says settling back into the couch after not being able to read the subtitle fast enough because she was squinting too hard and had to reread the first 3 words twice.

“Don’t you have glasses for this exact reason? You know, to see?” eunbi sarcastically says making luna smack her arm, “i do wear them,”

“You pretend to wear them,” she corrects pointing an accusing finger at her but she swats it away, before she can defend herself, or attempt to because she had nothing to say, luna’s phone vibrates between them.

“Answer before it pulls an orgasm out of me,” eunbi nudges her when she notices she makes no attempt to reach for her phone, “eeww,” luna winces as eunbi just giggles going back to the movie.

Upon seeing it’s mingi luna answers and puts him on speaker. “Hey girlie,” she greets holding the phone between them.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We’re watching a movie and talking about how luna needs to start using her glasses before she goes blind,” eunbi replies upon hearing mingi over the phone, “yeah that’s true, let me in.”

“Don’t you think you should let us know before you come over?” luna says already pulling her feet from under her to get up.

“Yeah what if we’re not at home?”

“Or we’re home and we’re naked?”eunbi asks, raising her voice to reach the phone that was already further from her.

Lun looks back at her with a questioning look, “why would both of you be naked at the same time?” mingi asks with a laugh.

“Why not?” luna defends even though she also does not agree, “well then it’ll be fine, you said i’m one of the girls.” mingi retorts making luna nod her head as she opens the door letting him in.

“That is very true,” she says stepping aside to let mingi in, he takes his shoes off and slips on luna’s fluffy platform flipflops instead of his designated dark blue ones. “Theif.” she comments closing the door, hearing it automatically lock behind her as they both head to the living room. “You weren’t wearing them.” he reasons simply.

“Hey minmin,” eunbi lifts her hand up for a high five which mingi gives before plopping down where luna was. “Hey that’s my place,” luna points out making mingi take the smallest, most tiny step to the side as he gives her a smug smile.

Luna, stubborn, shoves herself between the two, mingi fake whines but snuggles into her once she’s settled. Eunbi unpauses the movie as the three of them silently watch the rest of it.

“Eric matthews’ a pussy.” eunbi states right before the credits start rolling.

“That he is.” luna agrees as mingi nods, “didn’t step up to do shit even when gracie did,”

“Pussy,” eunbi repeats bitterly, “i need to pee.” luna points out, “did you raise your hand?” mingi asks side eyeing her. She does the same “i’m letting you know so you can get off me.” she nods towards his feet that somehow made their way onto her lap with his head on her shoulder.

“Hmm, good point.” he says but makes no effort to move. “I’ll pee on you.”

“No need to tell me thrice,” he says quickly scooting aside for luna to get up. When she does mingi looks over at eunbi who was dozing off, “go sleep in your bed.” he instructs but she doesn’t reply.

“I won’t carry you,” he points out and she scoffs, “luna’s the one that carries me to bed.”

“Yeah that’s true. Still, go sleep in your bed, you’ll get back pain from this position.”

“Luna suggested i stay up at least till 10 so i can get my sleeping schedule fixed.” eunbi says letting out a very loud yawn, it was still 8.

“Suggested.” mingi repeats in an attempt to point out, no one is forcing her to stay up.

“Yeah you’re right,” she says getting up and slipping her feet into her flipflops just as luna came back, “where are you going?”

“How do you pee so fast?” mingi asks looking up at her from the couch below her.

“I even wiped and washed my hands,” she taunts making him pull stank face whilst giving her a thumbs up, “you’re so cool.”

“I’m going to bed,” eunbi replies giving luna a quick pat on her butt before going to the kitchen for some water before bed. “But i wanted us to watch the princess diaries.”

“Watch it with mingi,” she says rinsing the cup and putting it back in the cupboard. “I really can’t stay up any longer.” eunbi explains making luna nod.

“How long has she been up?” mingi whispers to luna, “3 hours,” she whispers back before turning towards eunbi.

“Good night love,” luna blows eunbi a kiss as she smiles and blows one back.

“Night minmin,” she waves and he waves back, “night eun-ie.”

She smiles before heading to her room.

“Why don’t you wanna skip the gym in the morning and go at night with me?” he asks luna as she gets back in her spot on the couch, “i like working out in the morning, good morning cholesterol pump and the gym is empty.”

“Come once at least. Changbin and i have really good workouts in the afternoon, the gym is usually empty at night.”

“You AND changbin? I don’t know changbin that well to workout with him.”

“He’s nice.”

“What part of i don’t know changbin that well entails that i think he’s a menace to society?” luna asks confused as she looks down, or tries to, at mingi who’s settled on her shoulder again.

“I’m just saying,” replies simply, shrugging. “I’m just saying too. Changbin is nice, but i don’t know him well enough to workout with him and be comfortable. Also i don’t like to socialize in the gym.”

“Oh you’re one of those?” he asks making her nudge his head, “i’ve always been one of those, isn’t that why you guys didn’t like me at first?”

“No, we didn’t say we didn’t like you, we were just a little scared of you. You haven’t seen your resting face.” mingi defends looking up at her, she just hums in response, then they’re both quiet as she starts looking for the movie.

“Is princess diaries good?”

“So good,” luna says simply.

“Wait,” mingi grabs her hand before she starts the movie, “i’m hungry.”

luna stares at him, waiting for more because this can’t possibly be all he has to say. “And? Want me to fix you a meal?” she asks sarcastically, making mingi shrug. “I mean i wouldn’t mi- ow.” he’s caught mid sentence when she hits him on the head with the closest pillow she could reach.

“Fine, do you have any more of the seaweed chips?” he asks getting up and heading to the kitchen, “yeah, there’s left over miso ramen in the fridge, heat it up.”

Mingi squeals in excitement as he opens the fridge to take out the covered bowl, “ you’re so sweet you know that?” he asks popping the bowl into the microwave.

“I do, but it’s funny how that only occurs to you when i’ve fed you.”

“I still haven’t been fed,” he points out nodding towards the rotating bowl in the microwave. “Good point, say it again when you’ve been fed then.”

By 10:30 the movie was done and upon knowing halfway through that there’s a second part, mingi insisted they watch it, but by the time the first one was done he was already knocked out. Luna gently got up, placed his head on a cushion and covered him properly with the blanket.

Mingi has slept over so many times by now that he’s the sole reason the couch has been this soft and comfortable sit on within the first month of moving on.

She goes to the kitchen to boil some water for tea, the only time in the day where she drinks tea in the summer. when done, Luna turns off the lights and heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once done she goes to her room where she notices coco on her bed snoring. She coos silently at the dog before proceeding to put her hair up, oil her nails, stretch her muscles and slide into bed.

She pulls out her phone once snuggled between her big fluffy pillows that she can’t sleep without. For her to have a good night sleep luna needs to feel surrounded, enveloped. Without it she barely ever falls asleep.

First instagram, her inactive twitter account, and finally 30 minutes of tiktok scrolling before she realizes she’s seen over 50 more videos after she said she’ll see one last video. Luna isn’t a high social media consumer.

She enjoys posting, she likes taking pictures of things around her, the sky, her coffee, the way her shoes and pants overlap nicely making it look cool to her. She doesn’t post all of them, but most of them at least. She barely scrolls through her feed, she knows that if she does she’ll start getting these thoughts that she does not want. So instead, she posts, disappears, replies to comments after days and then repeats.

All her accounts are public, but none of them garner any sort of buzz, but she does leave them accessible since she simply doesn’t care whether on private or not. Either way, she only follows who she wants, not who she feels like she owes a polite follow because they saw her a few times and chose to follow her.

When her tea is finished, with one last sip left, as always, and her phone is almost dead, she sets it on the charger and turns off her side lamp. Drifting off to sleep to her dog’s rhythmic snoring.

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doughnutwand · 2 years

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Sweet Birthday

Lee Felix

Summary: Today is your birthday and your best friend Felix has a special day planned for the both of you with a heart warming surprise.

Category: Fluff

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You were peacefully sleeping when you heard your phone buzzing underneath your pillow. It was midnight so you were annoyed when you woke up. You checked the caller ID and saw that it was your best friend Felix, so you answered it.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!". You heard Felix scream. That woke you up straight away. "Am I the first one to wish you?" He asked. You couldn't help but giggle at how cute and excited he sounded. "Yes" you replied. The both of you spoke for about an hour or so discussing the plans for today. He wanted to spend all day with you and besides you had nobody else to spend it with. You stay in Korea while your family lives all the way in New Zealand and all your friends are busy at work.

[Time skip]

You were getting dressed up ready leave because Felix was coming to pick you up in the next 15 minutes. He told you not to eat breakfast so your assuming that he's taking you out to eat.

You heard a knock on the door and you knew it was Felix so you quickly grabbed your purse and headed out to go meet him. As soon as you opened the door he greeted you with the biggest hug and flowers wishing you a happy birthday once again. "Y/n, I'm so happy to see you. I promise I'll make this a special day for you. By the way you look gorgeous" You were a blushing mess after hearing what Felix said. He was absolutely adorable and you couldn't help yourself. He noticed this and became a bit shy after that.

"Where are we going Lix?" You asked him. "To the Han river, where we first met. We're going to have a picnic and I have a special surprise for you" he replied. "Wow! Thank you Felix. For everything" He just smiled but you could feel that their was something he wanted to say.

You two arrived at the Han River. At the exact spot that you and Felix met. He began to set up the picnic. Laying the blanket down and bringing the food. You both sat down and Felix handed you a small box. When you opened it,it was a beautiful diamond bracelet with your initials on it. You were in awe. "Felix this is beautiful. Thank you so much" You said as you hugged him. He was just so happy to see how happy you were. He looked at you with hearts in his eyes and said " I love seeing you smile like this. It's beautiful". You both blushed so hard.

The both of you ate all the delicious food Felix had prepared. Laughing and talking about all the good times you guys had together. He then brought out your cake from a cooler box that he had. It was your favorite cake. He lit the candles and you blew it out making a wish. After enjoying the delicious cake Felix suddenly got serious.

"Y/n. There's something I've been meaning to tell you but I'm really nervous". You could see how nervous he was. He looked very uncomfortable and was fidgeting a lot. You began to worry but told him to say everything he needs to say. He took a deep breath in and slowly said "y/f/n. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for a long time now and I just didn't know how to tell you". Hearing those words just made your heart explode. "Felix,I've been waiting so long to hear you say that". He smiled and kissed your lips gently. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss. He pulled back needing to breathe and just looked at you. "You weren't joking when you said you'd make this day special" you jokingly said to him. He just smirked and kissed you,smiling in the kiss.

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kjmsupremacist · 1 year

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map and constellations (chan/felix)

After their senior year of high school, Chan and his closest friends decide to go on a road trip together to close out their time as children before they move on to college. Though Chan’s excited for the trip, he knows the pressure of the next stage of their lives looms bigger on the horizon every day, and he’s not sure how well they’re all going to handle the transition, especially because they’ll be scattered across the country in the fall. Even more pressing, however, are the feelings he’s developing for his best friend, Felix.

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Characters: Felix, Chan, the rest of skz

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, coming of age, growing pains, getting together

Pairing: Chan/Felix

Warnings: mild angst, swearing

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 3.2k

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Luckily for Chan, the next few days pass without incident. They hit a few national parks on the way back down the state, which means a lot of hiking, which means being too exhausted every night for Chan to even be tormented by thoughts of Felix, never mind have another dream about him since he’s not dreaming at all.

It doesn’t stop him from running his mind in circles about Felix during the day, but at least then he’s distracted and it’s mostly background noise. It’s a small mercy, but Chan’ll take anything he can get if it helps him cling to sanity a little longer.

They’re spending the last couple of days in Long Beach before finally heading home, so they’re out in the water a lot. It’s good, feels like a “real vacation” (Hyunjin’s words) instead of something more tedious. Chan reminds Hyunjin he’s not the one that’s driving for multiple hours a day, but Hyunjin just sticks his tongue out at him.

It’s the last day before they head home, and Chan is diligently laying their things out on the sand when Felix comes up to him with a sunscreen bottle in hand.

“Help me get my back?” he asks sweetly, and Chan sets down the bag he’s unpacking and holds his hand out for the sunscreen.

Felix turns, facing out to the water, and Chan shakes as he squeezes some sunscreen out onto his palm, as he presses his hands to Felix’s shoulders. His gaze wanders lower, down Felix’s back. He can’t help but admire him, admire the softness of his skin, the way his shoulders narrow into his waist, the feel of his muscles under Chan’s fingertips, all so enticing. How did Chan not realize it before? He’s in love with Felix because of course he is, because Felix is beautiful and perfect, and Chan wants to kiss him and Chan wants him, and—

“All done,” Chan says quickly, patting Felix’s back and stepping away, dropping the bottle of sunscreen on the beach towel at his feet.

Felix gives him a weird look over his shoulder, but chirps, “Thanks!” and runs down the water where a few of the others are already playing.

Chan’s body flashes hot and cold with shame as he watches him go, heart hammering in his chest. I can’t believe I let this happen, he thinks miserably. Felix splashes into the waves and the breeze carries his laughter up the shore. I should live in salt for the things I’ve thought. Because Chan knows Felix would think it’s gross and weird, and that sends waves of disgust crawling across Chan’s skin. He could never deserve Felix, even before, but especially not now, not after all the quiet ways he’s betrayed Felix’s trust—and still, here he is, helpless.

And he knows Felix. It’s not like he’s making shit up, he knows what he likes, knows his type. He’d lent Felix an ear so many times during all his relationships in high school, offering advice, keeping secrets. Chan knows everything. He had accepted each piece of information as it came without question. He regrets it now. It’s like a court case in his head, already built and perfected, proving why Chan can never have him.

To make matters worse, he and Felix are sharing a room alone in their Airbnb. Sharing a bed, too, and Chan doesn’t have an excuse to switch. And since it’s almost time to go home, Felix has gotten much more snuggly, whiny and almost petulant when Chan tries to get him to go to sleep at a reasonable hour because he doesn’t want the trip to be over. Chan was patient with him last night, but he’s really hoping Felix will be way too worn out tonight and he’ll be able to knock out into blissful unconsciousness as soon as possible.

But of course, he’s not so lucky. Felix is waiting in bed when Chan gets out of the shower, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on top of the covers, his tiny sleep shorts riding up and exposing the pretty skin of his upper thighs. He looks up when Chan appears and tips his head to the side, smiling softly after Chan when he pads over to his suitcase to dig around for his moisturizer.

“What?” Chan asks when he looks up to pat the lotion into his skin and catches Felix’s gaze in the mirror over the dresser.

“Your hair’s nice when it’s wet,” Felix says. “All curly ’n’ stuff.”

“Thanks,” Chan says, confused, giving him a quick smile before finishing his skincare. When he turns, Felix is watching him rather seriously. “What?” Chan repeats.

“You’ve been avoiding me, I think,” Felix accuses softly. “Like just now. Barely met my eyes. And on the beach today. The only time we talked was when you were helping me with my sunscreen. And last night, when we were going to sleep. And when you woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago. You’re being weird.”

Chan freezes. “Um,” he manages. “I just—have a lot on my mind right now, Lix, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I know,” Felix says. “But it’s something else. It’s about me, and you can’t lie and say it isn’t because I know you, and you’re acting different. So what’s going on?”

Chan hesitates, then sits down on the bed with a sigh. He tries to come up with something to say, something that isn’t stupid and isn’t true. But his mind is all panicked white noise, and nothing he can think of feels right. The harder he thinks, the more all he can think about is how he’s never once run out of things to say to Felix. Until now.

“If I did something,” Felix continues, tone growing more serious still, “just say so. Or if there’s—something you want to talk about. Just tell me.”

The hurt in his voice pierces through the immobilizing fog of fear in Chan’s brain. He looks up, finds Felix’s eyes, finds them wide and scared. “N-no, Lix, there’s nothing… I want to talk about. And you haven’t done something, I promise. Things are just… weird right now, I guess.”

Something sour flickers behind Felix’s eyes. “Okay,” he says flatly, dropping his gaze to his lap. “Fine.”

“Felix—” Chan reaches out and squeezes his knee. He wants to hold him, wants to cradle him into his chest and explain that things are different, that he’s sorry, that he still loves him—but he can’t. He doesn’t understand how this has gotten so difficult, how it happened so fast. Since when was there distance between Felix and him? But it’s here, proof—Chan’s hand laying light on Felix’s knee, and nothing more. “Hey. I—I’m not trying to shut you down, okay? I just don’t know what you want me to say. If there’s something you want to talk about, let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t want you to say anything,” Felix replies. “It’s just—something feels off, and I want to know why, and I want—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “But that’s just it, I guess. It’s not your fault. You’re right, it’s just everything.”

He has to know, Chan thinks to himself. There’s no way he doesn’t know. He wants me to admit it, but he’s too kind to actually force it. Because what else could it be? His stomach turns uncomfortably.

“Let’s just—let’s just go to sleep for now,” Chan says. Anything to be done with this conversation, though he knows his mind is going to keep him up for hours. “We still have to drive home tomorrow, and I don’t want us to get back too late or our parents are gonna be worried. We can—we can talk more once we’re home, okay?”

Felix’s eyes flick up to Chan’s. For once, Chan can’t read him. There’s something dark and stormy swirling behind his expression, only Chan doesn’t know what it is. But Felix just nods and pushes the covers back with his feet. Chan stands to get the light, then returns to the bed, sliding in next to Felix. They don’t touch.

“Night, Felix,” he says softly, uncertain.

“G’night, Chan,” Felix replies, just above a whisper.

Despite his worries, sleep finds Chan almost instantly. But his dreams are full of fear and confusion, and of Felix. By morning, he’s dreamed of confessing to him a hundred times, and he’s still exhausted.

* * *

He and Felix don’t speak when they wake. They wash up in silence, pack in silence, double- and triple-check their room in silence. Down the hall, Chan can hear the loud, happy voices of their friends, but they seem a world away. He wants to say something, but the words all get stuck in his throat. What would he say, anyway? I’m sorry, I love you? There’s nothing else for him to say at all, really, but he can’t say that, so he keeps his mouth shut.

They join the others in the kitchen for breakfast. The sun is coming through the windows, bright and cheery, but Chan hardly notices it. All he can see is Felix, out of the corner of his eye, quiet and brooding, just like him.

Eventually, though, Chan notices that a couple of the others are giving them weird looks, so he shakes himself and puts on a smile. He’s still on his vacation with all his best friends, the people he loves the most in the world, and just because things are weird between him and Felix doesn’t mean everything has to be weird. He passes coffees down the table as Minho pulls their leftovers from the microwave, and they all sit down for breakfast.

Soon, breakfast is eaten, the dishes are cleaned and put away, and everyone is piling their belongings into the cars and getting ready to leave. It’ll be a short drive, so they have the time to go over the rooms a couple times to make sure they aren’t leaving anything behind. It’s just as well, because Jisung finds a pair of his underwear “and some other stuff” in the bathroom of the room he shared with Hyunjin. Chan doesn’t ask.

Seungmin and Jeongin chatter happily as they pull out onto the freeway at last. Chan tries not to tap the steering wheel nervously, watching Felix out of the corner of his eye. He’s still quiet, face buried in his phone, body turned toward the door. Chan presses his lips together and refocuses on the road.

If Seungmin and Jeongin notice anything is off with them, they don’t say anything, though Chan hopes they just assume he and Felix are tired from the trip. Things are awkward enough already; getting more people involved would only make it worse. The last thing Chan wants is for their entire friend group to be splintered right before they have to part ways.

He drops Jeongin off first, then Seungmin, and the car goes silent save the music playing faintly through the speakers for the ten minute drive between Seungmin’s neighborhood and theirs. Chan opens his mouth to say something a couple of times, but nothing feels right. And besides, they’re stuck in a moving vehicle together. It’s probably not the best time to have a heart-to-heart.

Chan pulls into Felix’s driveway where his parents are waiting.

“Thanks,” Felix says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

There’s a beat of silence. Felix doesn’t reach for the handle of the door. Chan doesn’t reach for his keys.

Chan looks at Felix, the way the late afternoon light catches his eyes and turns brown into honeyed gold. The soft curve of his lips. The constellations of freckles, each picked out with diligence and named with care. By him. And now, for the second time in his life, Chan doesn’t know what to say to Felix. He feels lost, untethered.

“I should go,” Felix says at last, shifting in his seat.

“Let me help you with your things,” Chan says immediately, and his chest feels tight when Felix just nods. He unbuckles his seatbelt and crawls out of the car, stiff joints shouting in protest the whole way, and goes around the back to make sure Felix has everything.

“How was the trip?” Felix’s mom asks, holding her arms out for her son.

“Good!” Felix chirps, dropping the bag he’s carrying on the sidewalk and accepting her hug. “We had a lot of fun. But I’m really tired.”

“I bet you are,” she says, laughing. “Chan, too, huh? All that driving.”

“Oh—I’m alright!” Chan tries to keep his tone light. He doesn’t know how well he succeeds. “It was easy.” His body betrays him, and he has to pause to yawn. Both of Felix’s parents laugh. The sound rings hollow in Chan’s ears, but he laughs along with them to be polite. “Okay, maybe I’m a little tired.”

“I think both of you need a home-cooked meal and a nice, long rest in your own beds,” Felix’s dad says. “Go on, Chan, we’ve got him from here. I’m sure your parents are eager to see you.”

Chan nods. “All right,” he agrees. “Have a good night!” He hesitates, then adds, “See you soon, Lix.”

“See you,” Felix tosses over his shoulder.

Chan ducks back into his car and drives it the very short distance across the street to his own house. His mom opens the front door as soon as he switches off the engine, and Chan’s little siblings squeeze out past her to help him unload.

“You were gone forever,” Lucas accuses, tugging on Chan’s arm. “And Hannah stinks at Minecraft.”

“I heard that!” Hannah calls.

Chan smiles. “We’ll play a bunch tomorrow, yeah?” he offers. “Hey, Mom.”

“Back in one piece,” she observes, sounding genuinely impressed. “Though you look exhausted. Did you guys sleep at all?”

Chan stifles another yawn. “A little,” he says, passing his stuff inside and then following, closing the door behind him.

“Well, dinner’s almost ready, so you can eat and go straight to bed if you want,” she says. “Dad should be home soon—sent him to the store to pick up dessert.”

Chan nods absently, letting his siblings drag him away. He wants to be present with his family, but he can’t help it—he’s thinking of Felix. There’s a weird feeling in his stomach, and he plays back that last conversation in his driveway.

It almost felt like goodbye.

* * *

Chan does get good sleep that night, and wakes up late, long after his parents have gone to work. He hears his siblings downstairs and rolls over, stretching as he reaches for his phone.

No texts from anybody. He supposes they’re all taking the day slow. Still, a strange anxiety rises in his chest. He told Felix they’d talk when they got home, but suddenly the idea of seeing him seems daunting. It’s never felt like that before.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by a loud clatter, and remembers that leaving a twelve year old in the kitchen with a nine year old is only safe for so long. He drags himself out of bed, pulling on a random pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, and shuffles downstairs to see if anything is on fire.

Luckily, the clatter was just Hannah dropping a plastic plate, and Chan helps them reach the top shelf of the freezer so they can have Eggos for breakfast. He makes coffee for himself and pours juice for the other two, and makes them help him with the dishes when they’re done. The routine of it is lulling in its familiarity, and he finds himself relaxing a little. Maybe a few days apart will help his feelings for Felix and make it easier to talk about when the time comes.

He plays Minecraft with Lucas as promised, and then they set up a Switch equipped with Mario Kart and spend the rest of the morning screaming and laughing on the couch. Hannah wins every round though Lucas is never far behind, and it only ends when Chan has to wrestle them apart because they’re both trying to tickle-sabotage each other mid-race.

They all collapse on the ground, laughing. The sound warms Chan, and though he’s weak from laughing, he feels better. “I missed you guys when I was away,” he admits breathlessly. “How were things here?”

“Bor-ing,” Lucas replies. “D’you have to go to college?”

“Unfortunately,” Chan says, craning his neck so he can see his little brother. “I wish I could stay right here with you guys. I wish everyone could stay. But… that’s not how things work, I guess.”

“Can I write you letters like how they used to do in the old days?” Lucas asks, melancholy already forgotten.

Chan laughs. “I’ll have Mom give you my new address, yeah?”

“Well, I can’t wait for you to fucking leave, because then the house will be mine,” Hannah says from his other side.

“You’re literally already the queen of this house,” Chan points out. “Also, watch your language! Where’d you learn that word?”

“What word?” Hannah asks, snarky, though she’s fighting giggles. “Fuck? From you!”

“What’s—” Lucas begins.

“No,” Chan cuts him off. “Don’t let Mom and Dad hear you saying that, it’s a bad word, and we shouldn’t say bad words. Okay, Lucas? Whatever you think you heard, forget it.”

“I’m not a baby anymore, Chan,” Hannah continues blithely. “I can say what I fucking want.”

Chan deflates into the carpet. “I give up.” Lucas and Hannah laugh brightly. Lucas’s stomach then lets out a very loud and very pointed grumble, which makes all of them laugh again.

“Okay, let’s see about a snack, huh?” Chan says, peeling himself up off the floor and offering a hand each to Lucas and Hannah.

They all head into the kitchen. Lucas entertains himself with some toys he has lying around, and Hannah settles onto a stool on the breakfast bar, watching Chan cook.

“Oppa,” she says quietly when he’s done washing the fruit. “Are you… okay?”

“Uh,” Chan says, thrown off, nearly dropping the apple he’s holding onto the floor. “Yeah, why?”

“You just seem kinda sad,” she replies, tracing the lines in the granite of the countertop with one of her index fingers. “What’s up?”

Chan heaves a sigh. “I dunno how to explain, kiddo,” he says. “It’s, um. It’s Felix, he and I—we’re just kinda going through a rough patch, that’s all. I’m… not really sure how to fix it.”

“What happened?” Hannah asks.

Chan is silent for a moment, trying to think of a way to avoid telling her the truth without lying to her face. “There are some things I need to tell him,” he says finally. “And I think he knows that. And I think he won’t like them.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Hannah says earnestly. “You guys have been friends since way before I was even born. I think you’ll manage it. You can’t just stop being friends now, not after all this time. That’s not how it works.”

“I hope you’re right,” Chan says, passing her a plate of fruit with a weak smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome to my wisdom anytime,” she replies with a grin, and Chan exhales laughter through his nose.

“Want anything with that?” he asks. “Peanut butter? Caramel? I know you want caramel,” he adds when Lucas pops his head up from the floor.

“Yes, please!” they both chorus.

Chan finds his heart a little lighter. Maybe Hannah is right. What he and Felix have runs deep. If anyone can get through something like this, it’ll be them. Right?

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diddybok · 5 months

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best friend!stray kids finding out from another member that you have a crush on them

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

➩warnings: strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, it’s implied that reader is incredibly down bad for the member

➩author’s note: no angst! no angst! we cheered. i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: the thirst comments on seungmin’s are real ones i saw in the comment section of a gojo edit on tiktok

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changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

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bluejutdae · 4 days

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• wearing boyfriend Stray Kids’ clothes in public | OT8 x you

warnings: slightly suggestive

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astraystayyh · 4 months

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the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.

#woah i missed silly little drabbles #this is my new serotonin booster #i dedicate this to my xi #and my anny #enjoy #felix fluff #felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz fanfic

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daceydeath · 26 days

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A Work Proposal Masterlist

Pairing: O8T x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content All parts of this piece are strictly 18+ and contain explicit material reader discretion is advised and the author will not be responsible should prior warnings be ignored.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

Intro Part 1 (Chan x reader) Part 2 (Chan x reader x Changbin) Part 3 (Hyunjin x reader) Part 4 (Han x reader x Felix) Part 5 (Jeongin x reader) Part 6 (Seungmin x reader) Part 7 (Lee Know x reader) Interlude (Chan x reader) Part 8 (Felix x reader) Part 9 (Changbin x reader) Part 10 (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) Part 11 (Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) Part 12 (Changbin x reader x Han) Part 13 (Chan x reader) Part 14 (Han x reader) Part 15 (Changbin x reader x Felix) Part 16 (Jeongin x reader)

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jilixthinker · 2 months

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slowly to me

=͟͟͞♡ virgin!felix × noona!fem reader

=͟͟͞♡ bestfriends/roommates to lovers

word count: 7.4K

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!felix, soft dom!noona reader, felix is a virgin, corruption kink if you squint, mutual masturbation, clit play, fingering, cock play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (as usual), creampie, they are clueless idiots in love.

a/c: i wanted to write this for the longest time and now i am kinda nervous sharing it because it feels more personal (?) and intimate than usual. hope you will enjoy it ♡

=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!

[00:17 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

noona 💙

are you awake?

please tell me you are

I can't find my keys 😪

i know it's late

don't hate me

You blink your eyes open a few times. The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand is insistent over the chattering noise coming from your laptop. You must have fallen asleep more than 30 minutes ago, considering that you are not familiar with the episode of the anime you are currently watching. Your fingers brush against the cover of your phone and you finally grab it with a sleepy grunt. When you unlock it, not without typing the wrong code twice, you notice that your chat with Felix is already open, a few notifications popping on the screen.

[00:18 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

noona 😪😪

[00:18 AM] you

where are you now

[00:18 AM] fefe 🧚‍♀️

outside 😪

noona, my savior

my only light in the darkness 💙

You force yourself to sit on the bed as you yawn. When you read the last text, you chuckle despite of how sleepy you feel. It's a little bit late to be coming back home, even for Felix, but you don't mind. Felix usually stays awake till dawn, always prone to chat and watch tv series together whenever you cannot sleep. You help each other in your own ways, yours being the responsible counterpart in your household.

You find your slippers with your feet and you finally stand up, heading outside of your room and to the corridor. It's pretty warm already this time of year, and you don't even bother putting on something over your light pajamas. It's just Felix anyway, he did see you at your worst so many times that you cannot even remember.

When you open the door, Felix is fighting with the zipper of his denim jacket. He is dressed casually, almost as if he didn't put any effort on what he was going to wear. A pink hoodie is picking out from his black slacks, and his hair is styled in a messy bun, a few locks escaping from the hair tie and covering his eyes.

"Noona, I owe you." he huffs, offering you a toothy smile as soon as you let him in.

"Don't mention it. I don't even have plans for tomorrow morning, I can just sleep in." you yawn in response, plopping on the couch and closing your eyes again.

Felix hums and throws his jacket on the nearest chair of your shared living room before letting himself fall next to you, face immediately finding its favorite place into the crook of your neck.

"How was your date?" you ask him, circling his shoulders with your arm and letting him scooch closer to you.

You feel his cold nose nuzzling against your collarbones and you chuckle, bringing your hand to the top of his head and starting to untie the loose bun. Felix puffs and you can hear his lips curving into a small pout.

"As always." he mumbles. "He was cute. Funny. He paid for my order."

You nod, and your fingers find their way up to his scalp, scratching it lightly and pulling a soft grunt out of his lips. "But..." you add, waiting for the inevitable epilogue.

"But..." he shifts from his position to lay down with his face on your lap. "- I felt nothing. He was very handsome, and smart. He was nice. I could tell he would make a great boyfriend. But I just looked at him and... I couldn't see myself kissing him, or touching him. It felt like looking at a nice painting, you know? I don’t know what is wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you, Lix." you murmur in the dark. Your thumb moves from his soft locks and start circling the plump skin of his cheek. Felix huffs again and rubs his nose against your lower stomach. He does it often, and it makes him look like a small kitten looking for some comfort. Your heart always sinks at that.

"I am serious." you continue. "Feelings cannot be controlled. It's not your fault if you didn't feel attracted to him. Maybe he just wasn't the one."

Felix looks at you from his position, his big pleading eyes are a little tired.

"And who will be the one, noona? I am 23 and I didn't find a single person yet. I didn't even... you know." Felix lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "Can you tell how hard is it to reach this age without experimenting with anyone? I feel left out."

"Does it bother you so much? Being a virgin?" you ask him. Felix and you are used to talk a lot about everything without any sort of embarassment, but he only mentioned the topic of his inexperience a few times in your many years of friendship.

You didn't believe him at first. Felix was... Felix. The most precious human being on earth, smart and kind, generous and funny, witty and reliable. Your bestfriend, your proclaimed soulmate, and the prettiest person you've ever seen. Him being a virgin sounded like a joke to you. He confessed it when he was 18 at the time, and he was a little tipsy after a few bottles of beers you two had shared after moving into your new apartment. You could tell it was an uncomfortable topic for him, and you never asked him again. You just told him that he was young, and that the situation would change quickly in the following months.

But years passed, five to be exact. And Felix didn't have sex with anyone. He finished college, started working and met people, he started dating even, but as soon as the people he was seeing asked him for something more, he shut everything down and disappeared from their lives.

"It does bother me, yes." he answers quietly. "Because I am not afraid of intimacy itself. I just... don't feel the right attraction. I want to, but I can't. All these pretty boys I met, and the furthest I've gone is kissing. I don't know what to do, noona."

Felix shudders and you pull him closer to you. His voice is almost a whisper and his breathing is getting a little heavy. Your fingers go back to stroke through his hair gently, as you try to calm him down.

"Have you considered dating girls?" you ask him. "You told me you felt more comfortable with them."

Felix's arms circle your waist as he hugs you tight. He looks at you intently with a shy smile. He looks so tiny all curled up like this.

"I do love girls. More than boys actually. I thought about that a lot." He murmurs as he pulls you so close that your stomach is pressed completely against his cheek. "But I feel shy around them. I cannot help but thinking that I would mess everything up. With boys... it would be easier. I know how a male body works. But I have no clue on how to, uh —"

You chuckle at his words and you lean forward to pinch at his nose, amused by his reaction. "How to touch them?" you smile at him.

Felix laughs and lets out a breathless sigh. He pulls away slightly, though keeping his eyes locked on you. You can see a light blush appearing on the apples of his cheeks.

"Uhm, yes. That." His voice is still playful, but you can hear the nervousness in his breath as well. "You know I have never kissed a girl before. Just boys. Uh–, I know nothing, noona." he exhales.

You scrunch your nose and you let yourself relax against the sofa behind you. Felix's arms are still linked tightly around your waist. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Lix," you breathe out. "Human nature will do its thing. When you'll find yourself in that situation, your body will know what to do."

"I'm not so sure." he murmurs, starting to rub his nose against your hipbone, sniffing at the fabric like he always does when he is feeling a little overwhelmed.

Your hand finds its way toward the back of his neck and you apply a slight pressure on the skin there. Felix lets out a shaky breath.

"You will see. With the right person, you won't feel uncomfortable at all. It's normal to don't know stuff, you know. We've all been there. And each body, each person, is different. You can figure things out along the way, by asking and learning." You try to reassure him. "It's not a performance. You should just focus on feeling good and let the other person feel good too. I promise it's not so complicated as you think."

Felix hums quietly and a mellow silence falls around you. The room is still dark, it should be around 1 a.m. now, but a beam of moonlight shines through the window, reflecting small glimpses of silver upon Felix's hair.

Felix feels small and soft on your lap. He is still hugging you, and you know him enough to sense that he is restraining himself somehow. You can feel the distress in the way his tiny hands are fisting the cotton of your pajamas around your waist.

"Lixie, sweetheart..." you murmur, voice little higher than a sigh. Felix holds tighter on you, as if he is scared of you running away. As if you could.

The fact is that you love Felix. You always did, in a way. You cannot tell exactly when you fell in love with him, but it happened sometime between your last year of highschool and your freshman year of college. You remember Felix grabbing your hand when you graduated in summer, sweat under your dress from being exposed to the hot sun, waiting for your speech. You remember him intertwining your fingers and smiling at you with devoted eyes when he helped you moving in your new dormitory. You remember him wetting your shoulder with warm tears because you were going to be separated from each other for the first time. And, oh. At a certain point you just knew.

You never talked about that, of course. You didn't think you needed to. Things between you were perfect already, and you were happy you've managed to slip neatly into your routine. Felix needs you in a way nobody else can comprehend. And you need him too, in a slight different way. And it's okay, you've always been good at managing your own feelings.

"Noona..." he answers timidly.

"What are you thinking about? I can hear the sound of your brain working no stop." you shrug, looking at him. The moonlight looks the ideal light to admire him, you find yourself admitting.

Felix looks over at you, his lips upturned with a reluctant smile. "It's just... I don't think I will ever find this person." he sighs softly.

"Why so? I cannot imagine anyone who wouldn't want to be with you. You are perfect." you say, eyes jumping down to Felix's delicate frame. His button nose covered in freckles scrunches a bit over the line of his plump lips. They look moist. They must be soft.

From his gaze, you can see that your words are the last thing Felix was expecting to hear from you. "Because–" he stutters while the pressure of his hands on you becomes almost too much, "–there is already... ugh, nevermind."

The silence that follows his semi-confession is heavy on you. You freeze at the admission, and you can tell from his eyes that he didn't mean to let that slip. That's it – you think – there is someone. Someone who Felix cares about, maybe that he even loves, and that is keeping him from living his life freely. Someone who apparently doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, given that Felix is trying to see other people and complaining about them with you.

Fuck, that hurts. You could have seen it coming, but it still hurts.

You open your mouth to formulate any sort of coherent words of encouragement that you can master, but Felix decides to move from his position at the same time you shift on the sofa to look at him. The impact of your bodies gives gravity a push, and you both go down with a loud humph, landing on the couch with your limbs all entangled. Felix groans as his back collides with the leather, and you open your eyes to check up on him, only to stop as soon as you realize how close you are to each other.

His lean and warm body is all pressed up against the cushions, and suddenly any trace of stoicism has fled the situation. You don't even remember what you were going to say, to be honest. All you are conscious of is Felix's body and the way his eyes are looking at you, making you flush with an unknown tenderness. You take a deep breath and the realization that you can feel his parted thighs caging your hips and his arms pawing at your shirt hits you hard. And maybe it's the late hour, maybe it's because you've spent the last hour talking your hearts out – and the last years repressing your feelings –, or maybe it's because Felix looks so vulnerable like this.

Whatever it is, instead of laughing everything off and move from this awkward position, you keep looking at him as some strands of hair fall onto his forehead and his breathing gets a little quicker. You find yourself thinking that maybe this is the most beautiful Felix has ever looked.

"Noona." he murmurs, and you can feel how the air shifts around you. His make-up is a little bit smudged around his eyes, you notice, and you lift your hand to rub at the corner of his eyelid with your finger. Felix trembles lightly as you touch him, and desire tugs at you, pushing you towards a path that you know is not wise.

"Noona–" he breathes out again, this time not much louder than a whisper. "I want to try something."

"Felix," you say unsteadily as Felix's hand grabs at your pajamas a little more firmly. "This isn't a good idea."

"Why so?" he asks, voice all tiny, shifting closer to you anyway. Everytime you try to look away from his lips it's like your eyes have been glued in place. "You said that with the right person it wouldn't feel uncomfortable. I– you.. I don't feel uncomfortable with you."

You sigh at his words. You are sure there is almost a thousand reasons why you shouldn't be doing this. First of all, Felix doesn’t love you. Not the way you do, at least. And he is hurting now, he is sad. He is not in the conditions of taking such a decision. But you can hardly manage a coherent thought right now, with him being this close to you.

He doesn't like you back, you cannot do this.

"Felix, I am honored that you trust me this much. I really am." you manage, but your voice sounds faint. "But this is not the right thing to do now. You don't want it to happen this way."

At that, Felix pauses and looks at you. He bites his lip, as if he was looking for the right words, and his eyes looks different, almost watery. "Don't you..." he stutters, "am I not good enough?"

You blink in confusion and a thick layer of guilt fills your stomach to the brim. You hate seeing Felix in distress, you cannot stand the way his timid smile leaves his face. You would give him the moon if that would make him happy.

"Oh no, Felix, sweetheart," you confess, bringing your hand to cup his cheek. The freckled skin feels soft and warm under your fingers. "this is not what I meant. I just– fuck," you swear in protest. "I just don't think I am the right choice. You deserve the right person for this."

Felix’s gaze fractures and he suddenly lets out the tiniest sigh, a pleading look framing his delicate traits. He turns his face to the left, leaning on your touch and he rubs his nose on the palm of your hand.

"Noona, you are not the right person. You are my person." He shyly admits, voice muffled on your skin. "But I can understand if you don't want this. If you don't want me the way I do. I am sorry for bringing this out, I should have kept that for myself."

You freeze, guilt becoming dread and pooling on your stomach. Oblivious to any of this, Felix gives you a small, sad smile and continues, "I tried to ignore it, believe me, I did. I kept myself from feeling this much because I knew it wasn't the same for you. But I can't help it, noona. I started seeing other people in the hope that it would eventually fade away. But it didn't. And now I am making a fool out of myself." Felix looks over at you and his smile is not the one you are used to see on his face. "Sorry for ruining everything," he sighs, "I just love you."

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

You feel a fist of air being pushed out of your lungs like a truck. Felix's eyes are big and sweet, and a single tear escapes from his lashes to roll down the apple of his cheek. You fucked up. You fucked up so bad. You misunderstood everything. Guilt nestles in your chest like a stone, scraping at your heart.

"Felix," you say, your voice sounding foreign and groggy, "Felix. You love me? You love me?"

Felix's eyes jump down to your lips just for a second, and then back at you. He sniffs as he brings his free hand to his face, rubbing the tear away. "I do." he admits. "I really do."

The truth in his tone has you let out an inaudible gasp. Then, in the span of a second, just the time of a blink, everything changes.

"Say it again." You whisper as your eyes lock into Felix's. And then Felix opens his mouth, just barely, and his muttered words stay still on the tip of his tongue.

"Say it." You repeat as your thumb shifts, stroking slowly along his jaw and down to his chin. "Wanna hear it again."

Felix blinks, and he looks like he can't come up with something to say at all. "Noona, what are you, uh–" he gasps when your fingers catch his bottom lip, pinching it a little to enjoy its softness.

"Lix, sweetheart..." you whisper, letting your face fall slowly down to his neck. The insides of your tighs press against the outside of Felix's as to trap him there. "You want me, uh? You love me?" you tease him, your hand coming up to steady him by the chin, keeping him still while your mouth finally founds the tender skin of his neck and you place a single peck under his earlobe. "I wanna hear you saying it."

A weak whimper makes itself known at the bottom of Felix's throat when you angle your head to the side and leave a humid trail of kisses all along the column of his neck. "Noona, I... why are you – ah – why are you doing t-this?" he mutters with a sigh.

You grin against his skin at the sound of his affected voice, and you nose at his chin blowing another tiny peck there. "Just say it." You repeat.

Felix's eyes are semiclosed now, but his pupils are wide and dark, and your grip on his jaw tightens a bit. Just another wet kiss on his Adam's apple is sufficient to convince him to give you what you're asking for. "I want you." He grumbles as his legs start to tremble under your weight. "I love you." He breathes.

And that's it. Felix doesn’t have the time to even realize what is going on before you are pressing down with purpose, your lips firm against his and your hands buried in his hair as he lets out a tiny sob. His mouth is cherry red and sweet, and your lips slid against it, applying just the right amount of pressure to have him melting against the couch. The kiss feels almost electric, and the low groan Felix exhales bubbles up into the back of your throat.

Felix is soft, and his body becomes malleable and pliant beneath your touch as soon as he clings onto you with fervent hands, a little desperate to keep hold of how good he is feeling. He moans beautifully every time your lips detach from his to catch some breath, and his fingers find your face too, curling against your cheeks and keeping you close to him.

As soon as your tongue licks languidly at his bottom lip, his mouth opens up to let the warm muscle slip into his mouth with a low grunt. You can feel that Felix is not experienced in the way he is unable to do anything but tremble with pleasure in the bracket of your arms as your lips glide against his, slick and wet. He lets out another whimper when your tongue licks at the roof of his mouth and your head feels dizzy and heavy with desire.

You cannot remember the last time you felt this good and this right, to be honest. Felix’s confession is still lingering in your brain as your hips press against his in a swift movement, coaxing a soft moan out of the boy under you. You smile in the kiss, feeling as if everything in the universe is finally in its designed place and, at the same time, all condensed in the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other so tightly that you can’t keep track of where one of you starts and ends.

Reluctanly, you force yourself to separate from Felix's tender mouth just a few millimiters. "Lix, baby," you whisper lovingly on his lips. "You have no idea how long I wanted to do this."

"Y-you wanted this?" he pants, parting his legs more and allowing you to slot your body inbetween of them. His breath is sticky and hot and you feel yourself getting restless on top of him.

"Sweetheart. You have no idea how much I love you. How much I want you." You confess.

"But... but you've never–" he stutters under your gaze. "Oh God, don't tell me we've been this stupid!"

You chuckle and nod slowly. "Apparently, yes, we have been." You smile, and your chest is so full of fondness and love that it's hard to breathe. "And we wasted a lot of time. But at least we're here now."

Felix nods timidly and you lean in again, this time just kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin under his chin. You move closer to Felix's ear and then back towards his jaw. He starts to breathe harder, hands clutching the shirt of your pajamas, and his thumb brushes against the hardened nub of your nipple, making you hiss quietly.

Felix moans when you start licking at his lips again.

"Good?" you ask, smiling against his skin.

Felix nods. "Yeah. Y-you can keep going."

You comply, because you could never deny anything to him. You softly suck his upper lip between your teeth and let it go with a loud pop. Then you move to his neck again, and you bite him carefully a few times until Felix starts to squirm beneath you. The thought that you are the first person, the first woman, doing this to him has heat rushing to your face and you wonders if Felix wants to do more, or if he wants to keep things over the clothes. You are okay waiting. You've waited for years.

"Can I… can I ask you something?" he stutters when your hands find his hips and you start caressing them in tiny circles.

"Of course, Lix. You can ask me anything." you reassure him, rising your head from the crook of his neck and looking at him fondly.

"You know what we were talking about before," he breathes shyly, eyes big and teary. "I wasn't able to do anything with all the people I dated because... they were not you," he admits. "and – uh, I don't know how to say this. It's embarassing."

Felix sighs as he tries to hide his face behind his hands, but you stop him by grabbing his wrists.

"Do you want to try? Now?" you ask calmly, ignoring the burning lava that is flooding into your veins at the thought of having Felix like that, just for you.

Felix nods again, all soft and timid. "I wanna try. With you." He mutters as his hips buck involuntarily against yours for the first time. And that's when you notice that Felix is hard under you, cock stirring to life when you grind down into him as a response to his movement. "B-but I don't know anything, noona. You have to show me."

You hover your face over Felix's for a moment, searching something into his eyes before diving in again for a kiss. Felix hums languidly against you and you pull his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it before letting it go slowly, teeth dragging. Felix groans deep in his chest and you can feel the vibrations go straight to your pussy. Then the realization that you are finally doing it hits you.

You. And Felix.

I need to stay focused, you think when you start feeling your head becoming too clouded with desire. Felix feels so tender and warm against you, and it's difficult to concentrate when your arousal begins to pool in your panties, just a few layers of fabric separating your core from Felix's poor neglected cock. The kisses get sloppier but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, and you quickly find a rhythm between the movements of your lips and the gentle rocking of your body against his.

"What do you want to do, sweetheart? You can tell me." You hum as your mouth latches again onto the spot between Felix's neck and shoulder, sucking and then soothing the skin with your tongue.

"Ah, fuck…" Felix curses when your hand finally trails down his chest and lightly grazes his cock from over his pants. He feels sensitive and overwhelmed in the best way possible, and he feels like he is losing his mind already. "W-want to touch you, noona, please. Please, I've been wanting to touch you forever."

A tiny moan escapes from your parted lips at Felix's confession and you are pretty sure that your panties are now ruined for good. You can feel the hot stickiness gluing them to your entrance.

"Okay, baby." You sigh, shifting your weight in order to lift your hips a little from Felix's body. "You can touch me. I'll show you how. Is that what you want?"

Felix pants and his fists close again on your shirt as if he's trying to steady himself. "Y-yes please. Show me." He answers, and he looks completely blissed out, hair as a messy crown around his beautiful face.

"Okay." You concede, gathering all of your weight on your right arm to pull down both your pajamas shorts and underwear with just one quick motion, air finally hitting pungently the heath of your pussy.

Felix gulps and you see his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously as he stares at the way a sticky string of slick is connecting your entrance to the cotton of your panties. You feel your core pulsing at the sight and you let the garnments fall on the ground, climbing back to Felix's body and straddling his lap.

Felix looks up to you, but his eyes keep flicking back between your face and the mound of your pussy, and you try to thrust gently against the hard fabric of his jeans, just over his hardened erection. When you rock your hips tentatively on his bulge, your clit gets caught on the cold metal of his belt, making you hiss. Your pussy throbs, releasing a gush of arousal over where Felix's cockhead should be.

"Lixie, baby." You breathe out. "Noona needs your hand for this."

Felix cheeks are as red as cherries and he hiccups at your request, nodding twice and pliantly offering you his right hand. He places it just near your thigh, not daring to get any closer to your heath without any given permission.

You smile softly at him and you wrap your thumb and index around his wrist, bringing his palm to the front of your pussy and letting it brush against the hood of your clit for just a second. "I guess you watched porn before, uh, baby?" you ask him grinding gently on his hand. "I think you know a bit about female anatomy already."

Felix sighs and a wanton moan rises from his throat when he feels your engorged clit bumping against his skin. "Y-yes, I have." He blushes.

You laugh breathily at his shyness and you let his hand slide past your front to eventually press on your labia, guiding his slim fingers to spread the wetness gushing from your hole.

"Usually I prefer to be stimulated here," you say, nudging the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bud. "In little circles." and you move your hand in tandem with him, circling your clit and trembling a little from his insecure touch. Another spurt of arousal drips from your pussy and coaxes Felix's fingers, making him moan.

"But now I want it inside." Your voice is sickengly sweet, and Felix looks like he is one step away from hyperventilating. His teeth dig on his bottom lip and he sighs in pleasure.

"Please," he whines. "Please, let me."

You roll your hips so that the tips of his fingers catch your entrance, and suddenly you sink down in just one motion. His middle and ring finger meet you halfway, and he watches your face in adoration as the two digits push into you. You let out a small whimper when his palm finds your mound again, and you finally sit on him fully.

"Ah – noona. G-god." He keens as he feels his fingers being wrapped up with your warmth.

You lift up from him, desperate for some friction, your hand still grabbing his wrist to guide him and help him. "Baby, fuck, finally." You grunt as your hips swing forward and back to create a sort of rhythm. "Wanted you like this for the longest time, you have no idea."

Felix mewls as he hears the squelching sound of his hand against your throbbing cunt. The schlick schlick is filthy and loud, and his head starts spinning. "Noona, you are so soft, so warm. Fuck, why are you so wet?" He cries, eyes big and round and locked at the way your pussy is engulfing a part of himself.

The drag of his fingers makes your head floaty and you grind further down onto his knuckles, the stretch making you want more and more.

"That's how it's supposed to be with a woman, sweetheart. We are programmed to take." You chuckle breathily as you slowly but steadily fuck yourself onto Felix's fingers. "But you are too, right? My sweet boy. You are just taking what I am giving to you, isn't it?"

Felix moans and his pads involuntarily curl upwards, brushing against your gummy spot as his head falls back, deep groans tumbling out of his parted lips. "Ah – too wet noona, too wet. I wanna, w-wanna..."

"What? What do you want, baby? Tell me, I wanna hear." You sound rightfully out of breath while you fuck mercilessly Felix's digits and you flood his hand with your juices. You shift forward to kiss him on the mouth and his palm finds your clit again, sending jolts of pleasure through your spine.

"Wanna... w-wanna be with you. Please, noona, I've waited. I need – oh, God – I need you fully. I l-love you so much, I always wanted it to be with you." He sighs against your mouth before you can slot your lips together and lace your tongue on his, sucking the wet muscle slowly until Felix is reduced as a squirming mess under you.

"Oh my sweet boy, my angel," you praise him as you try to slow down your movements. If you keep going with this pace you will cum too soon, and you want to finish together with Felix for your first time.

Felix follows your mouth and with his free hand he timidly brushes your left breast, staring at the way it bounces with every thrust of your hips on his hand. It looks mesmerized by the way your body moves and gets wet over him, preparing itself to welcome him inside even if he doesn't properly know what to do.

With a low grunt, you force yourself to stop your thrusts and you peck Felix on his tumid, soft lips. His hand falls uselessly on his hip while you balance your body on his waist to finally get rid of your last piece of clothing, throwing the filmsy shirt of your pajamas away.

Felix looks at your naked body as he if he was admiring a painting and, despite of your confidence, you find yourself blushing a little under his devoted gaze. You dreamt about this moment so much, pondering that it would never come, and now it feels almost surreal to have Felix all for you as you always wanted.

"I love you, Felix." You whisper lovingly, a tear stuck on the corner of your eye. "I love you so much."

And Felix beams. His eyes, watery with pleasure, lit up and bring a smile to his beautiful face, the face that you wished you could caress and claim as yours for so many years. "I am yours, noona. Please, make me yours." He murmurs softly.

You kiss him again, and it's hungrier this time, even more than the kisses you already shared. And then the kissing melts into licking, and then into biting, until Felix's hand finds your waist and then falls to cup your ass.

"I need you out of these clothes in 10 seconds." You mutter with a breathy sound, and Felix is fervent to obey, quickly getting rid of his pants and underwear and throwing his pink hoodie away, far from you.

When you crawl back into his lap, Felix is sitting on the couch. You find your place on his legs, straddling him until you are face to face and you can hear the sweet sound of his erratic breathing against your ear.

"I want to do it like this." You breathe out, gently nipping at his lips and then placing a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Wanna see you."

Felix sighs and his aching cock, now finally free from the constriction of his pants, throbs against your lower belly, spurting a gush of precum which dribbles into your navel. "I can't believe this is really happening." He hiccups, pleasure making his head feel dizzy.

You smile fondly. "Me neither." And you bring your hand down, resting your hot palm over his shaft and giving pressure until you are dragging the skin of his cock up and down. Felix melts with a breathy mewl.

Felix has a perfect cock, you think, and then you say it out loud. "You have a perfect cock, baby."

Felix gasps and he throws his head back, hitting the cushion of the couch. You can see that his face is flushed with arousal and embarassment, and that makes you feel lightheaded.

"So perfect," you continue, playing with your fingers and bringing your thumb to the engorged tip, smearing the thick droplets of precum all along his aching muscle until you graze his balls. "Perfect size, perfect girth, perfect color. You know how pretty your cock is, baby? Not too long, but chubby. I love it."

"Noona," Felix sighs painfully, thighs parting under your weight to give you more space. He looks fucked up, and you barely touched him.

"I want to play with it forever," you say, picking up your pace and jerking him fully. "And I will do it. I will touch this sweet cock all day long, making it cum so many times, making it feel so so so good."

"Please, please, please." Felix keens and throbs again on your hand, now hard as a rock and trying to stay as still as he can.

"It looks so tasty, too. Wanna slurp it in one bite." You whisper as you swirl your index on the slit of his cockhead and Felix lets out the sweetest groan you could imagine. It's so easy to pleasure him, and he responds to you so well.

"But not now," you reassure him. "Now I need you inside of me. Need you as deep as you can. Need you to be mine."

Felix forces his eyes open and his hands grip into the underside of your thighs, bringing you closer to him. You cross your arms behind his neck, slotting your lips together once again because you just can't get enough of Felix's breathy moans as you bring him to the edge with you.

"Noona, I don't, ah– I don't have a condom." He urges to tell you when you circle your hips against him and his tip catches the entrance of your pussy.

"We don't need a condom. I am on the pill, and I am clean." You pull away to mouth at Felix's neck, and you suck at the column until you are gliding your mouth over his Adam's apple. "And you are too, obviously. Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I need to feel you all hard and raw inside of me."

You kiss Felix again, breaths coming out in restless wisps, hips frantic. "Can you take it?" you ask against his lips, your right hand gripping Felix's wet cock. Felix nods, gulping loudly. With your arm reached behind you and your head dipped forward, you slap the tip against your cunt, eyes never leaving his face.

Felix swallows, and you can feel his heart racing as you nudge his cockhead against your heath, pussy clenching and unclenching for pleasure. You look at him in the eyes for one last time, and then you sink.

When Felix's tip breeches, you whimper at the stretch with you head lolled to the side. You push your hips down, taking Felix's chubby cock slowly until you’re seated on it. And, with his cock fully inside, Felix groans and tears finally spill from his eyes, wetting his cheeks and rolling down to his chin.

"Ah– oh, God, please! P-ple eh e-ease." He cries as he grips your hips so tight that he is gonna leave marks.

"Easy, baby. Easy." You pant, eyes rolling on your skull at the way the head of his cock presses perfectly on your spongy spot. Felix's tongue lolls out from his mouth, and you take the tip between your lips, suckling lightly on it before lifting your hips up and then slamming back again.

"It's too tight, too tight, too w-wet," Felix sobs, a dribble of saliva forming a tiny bubble at the top of his upper lip. You lower your head to look at the way you are taking Felix to the brim, his swollen balls resting on the curve of your ass, and you let out a lewd sound at the view.

But it's not enough, because this is Felix's first time, and you just know from the way he is trembling that he is not gonna last long, the poor angel he is. You played with him a bit too long considering his inexperience, and now you can feel him twitching inside of you, bringing you close as well with just a few pumps.

"I know, baby, I know. You feel so fucking good too. You fill me so well, look." And you take one of the hands that are gripping your hips, making it slide against your pussy to let him feel the point were you two are connected.

Felix grasps the base of his cock with his wrist and he tries to push it even deeper inside of your wet heath with a loud groan. "It's so, s-so good." He repeats mindlessly.

You gather all of your strength, gripping into Felix's shoulders in front of you and letting you knees carry your weight as you finally begin to ride his cock. You raise your ass up just to feel the tip catch at your rim only to force back down, fast and hard.

"Noona, ah– noona!" Felix grunts out, "F-fuck, I can't, I c-can't!"

At a particularly deep thrust, Felix cries out again, a slew of filthy words and many slurred versions of your name coming out of his red, juicy lips.

"Baby, Felix, baby." You moan, letting yourself fall against his chest and beginning to move your hips in circles. You feel his cock hitting deliciously at your cervix and your clit rubbing on Felix's hip bone.

"I lo-oh-ove you." Unable to help it, Felix begins to thrust up quickly, grinding his cock inside of you and smashing his warm cheek against your shoulder, as you involuntarily squeeze your walls around his shaft.

You are trying to make this last a little bit more, but a tight coil of pleasure starts to form in your lower belly, and Felix's heavy and raspy whines tell you that he is in your same conditions. "Feels so good, sweetheart. So thick and hot, you are making me cum, ah– so quick." You blabber, head feeling floaty. "Are you close too? Tell me you are close. Wanna come with you."

Felix hiccups and his thrusts become messy and erratic, cock leaking inside of you as you clench around him. "Close, close, s-so close." He picks you up by your thighs to throw you onto his cock as if you were weightless. "Can I, ah a-ahhh, w-where can I–?" he sobs out with every thrust.

"Inside, Lix, my love. Cum inside," you praise him. "So good to me. So good." And you whine as Felix fucks desperately into you, a thick layer of sweat on his freckled skin.

Two more pushes are what it takes to have your pussy clenching hard and tight around Felix, and as your clit rubs one last time against his pubic bone, your eyes roll backwards and you cum with a filthy long moan, flooding Felix's cock with your juices.

As the orgasm hits you, you smash your lips against Felix's and suffocate your whines on his mouth. As soon as Felix feels you pulsing around his drooly cock, you see him going cross-eyed. Then, he pushes almost violently into your heath and comes with one final, deep smash of his cock, filling you up.

Voice hoarse with pleasure and a little out of breath, Felix moans softly, face finding its comforting place in the crook of your neck. "I love you." he whispers.

You both stay silent for a couple of minutes, and you loll your head to the side to huff warm breaths that tickle Felix's temples.

"How do you feel?" You asks, bringing your fingers to slowly pet Felix's damp hair. You tongue feels heavy inside your mouth, and your legs muscles sting. But you are happy.

"I feel like I waited for this moment for my entire life." Felix's words are slow and shy, despite of what just happened between the two of you. You can feel him chuckling against your shoulder. "I still have to process what is going on."

"We have time." You murmur, kissing his forehead and hugging him lovingly, keeping him safe in your arms. "Now we have all the time in the world."

Felix smiles. The room is not dark anymore.

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ihave-atummyache · 1 month

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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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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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shameless ch 3: careless

stray kids 5.1k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix NSFW

🖤 warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, one very passive-aggressive bang chan, vague dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, explicit sexual content! 🖤

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🦋 him 🦋

It doesn't look that bad. Not really.

But in hindsight, looking at his camera roll with fresh eyes a few days later, Felix can see why his manager is so angry. It’s not that bad, but it’s bad enough.

He'd been long overdue for a post on the group's Instagram account, according to the detailed and ruthless social media schedule. And with nothing good from official shoots or appearances waiting in the drafts, Felix had given up and taken a selfie on the spot to throw online with a lukewarm caption and a few emojis, to tide the fans over.

It's second nature of working with social media to check for personal items or unsavory details in the backgrounds of the pictures, and usually there's a manager around to double-check the draft before it goes up. But Felix was so late for his post, and so done with being asked to do it over and over, so he published the post himself. Check it off the list, get it off his mind.

Usually, that's no big deal. But Felix actually really gets why he's in trouble this time.

The photo is gone now, of course. As soon as someone with the proper authority noticed, it was removed.

Because while Felix made sure he didn't leave any dirty laundry or random brand names in the photo, he failed to remember which side of his throat was work-appropriate. The side that's normal. Not the side with a brand-new, deep purple hickey, admittedly satisfying but absolutely not safe for work as an idol, the perfect size and shape of her mouth.

He didn’t even think about it, since they’ve become so commonplace. The hickies.

It's been nearly three months since Felix met her and finally, as winter peaks, things are heating up.

Not that Felix hasn't been enjoying everything so far. Even the casual dates are exciting and amazing and fun. But after that first kiss, the dam broke, and now some of the more intimate perks of a relationship are coming into play. It's been slow progress, but progress nonetheless, and now they're at a place where innocent movie nights become more, and trips out are more frequently being replaced with evenings in.

He's not the first idol to show evidence of being anything but pristinely celibate, but he's definitely the first one in his group, and that spells big, big trouble. The tone of the texts he's been getting from his managers for the past three days says as much.

it's just a bruise. if anyone asks. and they better not fucking ask. you're so lucky dispatch didn't pick this one up and you're never posting anything without supervision again, understand me?

So, yeah. The photo is gone but the trouble's just begun.

Mostly because from that moment on, Felix can't seem to do anything right. People always seem to be watching him when he's at work, as if they're waiting for him to fuck up on the spot, as if she's going to materialize by Felix's side and wreak havoc on their brand reputation if he's left alone for too long.

Today is a day like that. He comes home after a long day of constant supervision at the company only to be grabbed by one of their newer staff managers on his way out of the dorm. The guy is a little younger, a little less sure of himself, and since he's the lowest ranking one on their management staff, he's been deemed the unofficial bearer of bad news, lately. So Felix is less than thrilled to see him, as mean as it sounds.

"Just the guy I was looking for," he says, with an overfriendly grin.

"Yeah, hyung, what's up?" Felix asks dutifully.

"Hyungnim had something he wanted to tell you, but he's busy, so..."

The manager tilts a paper tag toward Felix, and as Felix peers inside, he's met with a flash of pink and a pair of familiar shoes, a toothbrush-

Oh no.

He seems like he's apologizing, but the words are firm. "There's - there's too much stuff, Felix. Here. There's too much stuff here, it doesn't look super great and hyungnim thinks..."

Too much of her stuff, he means. Felix gets it.

"Look, you know what my personal policy is, in general. If I don't see it, it ain't my problem," he says. "But all this stuff? I can see it. Everyone can. And I can't stick up for you if hyungnim or anyone else really has a problem."

Wryly, Felix wonders if one of the guys complained. The managers don't usually make a habit of digging through their bedrooms, probably too afraid of all the stuff they'll find if they go looking, so Felix can't really think of a reason they'd find the spare clothes she'd stashed in his room, the shoes she'd left last time. And if the guys did complain, Felix wonders who it was. It's not like they have any room to talk, not with the stuff that they get up to. It's not like Felix is the only one.

But what Felix says to their manager is, "No, hyung, I get it. I'll...give the stuff back, I guess, and get it out of the way."

He relaxes, as though he was expecting Felix to put up a fight. "Thanks. Seriously. Just...you know. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"

The manager stares at Felix, a probing gaze that's confusing until Felix realizes he's not-so-subtly trying to get a look at Felix's neck, to see if the infamous hickey is still there. The idea that he might have been tasked to do that, as well, makes Felix irrationally annoyed.

It's been days. It's mostly gone, faded to a pale yellow, but it is there, and Felix slaps a hand over the mark peevishly. The manager seems to realize he's been caught, flushing before he gives the paper bag to Felix.

"Thanks," he says again, "Have a good night, Felix."

"Yeah."

None of their staff trust him and he's being watched all the time like some kind of flight risk. Felix thinks it's gonna be pretty hard to have a good night.

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Days later, enough days that the run-in with their manager has faded a bit but not long enough that it doesn't still sting, Felix gets yet another undesired wake-up call. A message drops down over the video that Felix is watching, lounging in bed, and the preview makes him pause it in concern.

Minho doesn't text Felix outside of the groupchat or the dance line groupchat very often, so when he does, Felix pays attention.

This message is only one line long, only a few words.

vlive now, sorry in advance

Minho also doesn't apologize often, especially not preemptively. Something must really be going on, then.

So Felix dutifully opens V Live, finds their channel, and unsurprisingly seeing as it's a Sunday evening without anything on the schedule, gets the notif that Chan is live. Apprehensive, Felix clicks onto the stream, laying on his back on his bed and holding the phone up over himself.

The video stream loads, and Felix tries not to look at how many other people are watching.

"-I'll keep trying," Chan is saying, grinning sheepish and theatrical into the camera, glancing down to one side. "I mean, every member should only do what's best for the group, right? What's best for Stay?"

For a moment, Felix thinks he's talking badly about himself. They all have their moments, of course. All of the members are only human, and sometimes a public sounding board and the immediate gratification that will come after are just too tempting. It's too easy to ask for validation, and sometimes they do. Chan, specifically, has a talent of acting like he's not even asking, of stating complaints and insecurities like facts and redeeming the compliments just the same.

Felix thinks he's being self-deprecating on live again, and he's halfway through a text telling him to knock it off when Chan continues on.

"I mean...we have to be responsible, all the time. We have all of you to take care of."

Responsible, huh?

"And more than anything, our job is about the team, right?" Chan is saying, and there's a tense tic in his jaw that makes Felix feel just a bit queasy. "Even if - even if you're really popular, even if you're a member that everyone loves, you need to keep a good image."

Chan pauses, scrolling on his phone.

"Yeah, exactly. We always have to make good choices. Never wanna upset anyone, yeah?" Chan mutters. "Make good choices."

Another moment on the phone.

Chan's tone is firmer and icier still when he continues, "All kinds of choices. What we say...what we post online...people see everything, you know? Stay sees everything. We know that. You know that. I would never want a member to do something that upsets Stay, especially not on purpose."

Oh.

"Yeah, I mean - 'who's upsetting Stay?'" Chan reads, "Doesn’t matter. It's not just about that, either, it's about respecting the team dynamic, too."

It's a smooth deference, but the fans are never as easily redirected as anyone wants. When Felix sees his own name begin to fill the comments, he closes the app.

It was vague, but Chan is always vague. It wasn't a direct callout, but Chan rarely ever does that, even in real life. He prefers this route. The parental guilt-trip route. The I'm-not-angry-I'm-just-disappointed route.

Felix is shocked to find himself angry. And he is so, so angry. His grip on his phone is tumultuous because his hands are simply shaking too hard to hold the damn thing. He drops the phone to his chest, and brings his hands down to cover his face.

This is the worst.

This is beyond the worst.

Felix isn't the same as Chan.

That was established a long time ago. It was obvious when Chan was the company's golden boy of nearly a decade and Felix was one grammar mistake away from the threat of being cut from the group permanently. And it's obvious now, when Chan is the one who constantly sexiles Felix and Changbin as he chases a cool girl with a precarious career of her own to protect, but Felix is the one who gets monitored by the company and shit-talked by his own leader on V Live.

Sure, Felix isn't as perfect as Chan, with his flawlessly-hidden nighttime endeavors and golden public image, but he’s doing good enough.

He's trying.

🕷 you 🕷

You seem to have become some kind of magnet for trouble, because all at once, you can’t seem to stop running into the one person you never want to see again.

Per usual on a weekend with nothing else planned, you're on your way to meet Felix. It's annoying that the route to the dorm has a transfer in the middle at a big, busy station, but it's a necessary evil, and you're trucking it through the maze of clothing boutiques and drugstores in perhaps the least comfortable slingback mules you've ever worn.

You've almost made it, too. You're approaching the turnstiles when you see her.

She's already inside the barrier, about to head down the stairs to the platform for trains going the other direction, and you're hoping that you can get past unnoticed since she's so far away. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her in public, and the last time it happened you managed to escape.

But today she looks up, as direct and alert as if you've called out to her, and when she sees you, she pauses. She beams, you can see it right up to her eyes. And she waves to you.

Cool Girl waves at you, and you hesitate as you look at her.

She's wearing the same shirt as you.

The same skirt, too, though yours is black and hers is khaki green, and the padding coat wrapped around her shoulders might even be the same brand.

But she's persistent, waving harder as if maybe you didn't recognize her, and so, chagrined, you wave back. She gives you a little nod, and sets off down the stairs and out of sight.

Felix calls her Cool Girl. You'd asked about her, that first time you'd met at the dorm, and he didn't tell you her name then. You get the feeling that he doesn't know it, but you don't need to know it, either. Cool Girl suits her. You'd always envied girls like her, with that effortless vibe.

That's the vibe you're after.

🦋 him 🦋

It's not the most graceful way Felix has ever asked for something, but it does the trick.

She'd arrived a while ago, in one of those outfits that's now become her usual, the little skirt and the fast-fashion dress shoes and the blouse, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Felix had asked what was wrong, but she had no answer for him, and the wisest thing at that point was to let it go.

Besides, Felix is thinking about something different.

"No one is home," he says.

She makes a face. "Good?"

"No, I mean, like. No one. And they won't be. For a while."

"Sounds like you have a plan," she teases.

"Well, I mean. That depends on a couple things," Felix answers, words a lot more confident than he feels.

He's nervous, of course, but that just means that he needs to rely as much as possible on that charisma he knows he has inside, the stuff that he brings out for shoots and stages. Even if it's just a thin veneer of courage, it'll help.

"Like?"

Like if she's ready to put the empty house to good use.

"Whatever you wanna do tonight," he says, instead.

Her smile is slow-spreading and knowing. "Like I said. It sounds like you have a plan."

"Well," Felix says again, "D'you wanna hang out in my room, this time?"

She's still never been into his bedroom, not even now that so much time has passed. It's one line that hasn't been crossed. They go to her place so much more often, where there aren't any roommates or managers or passive-aggressive leaders to worry about.

And she would usually shoot him down right away, anyway, if he offered the relative privacy of the bedroom, even for innocent things like movie nights without disruptions.

Not this time.

"Sure."

"Yeah?" Felix asks, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Okay."

He's the one who asked, and he's the one who really wanted it, but Felix can't help but feel like a schoolboy bringing a crush into his room for the first time. With the added embarrassment of it being a room that he shares with older brothers, no less.

But she comes into the room without hesitating, following him right in and sitting down on his bed when he offers it to her.

"Crowded," she teases, as she takes a look around.

"It's three guys in here, less than ideal," Felix replies.

"At least your bed is freestanding."

She's right about that. The bunk bed set that Chan and Changbin share is hanging on by a thread, already a precarious online-order model before it was put through its paces for several years by two men in their twenties. How Chan manages to have so much sex when he's a grown man who sleeps on the top bunk, Felix will never understand.

"Yeah," Felix says. "I mean, it's still kinda just shoved in here, y'know?"

"I think it's fine," she grins.

As if she knows exactly what Felix has in mind tonight - and let's be real, she probably does - she falls lazily back onto the mattress, spreading her arms out to the sides and stretching out. One person almost fills the twin bed, as it is, but Felix is determined to at least try and fill it up more.

"Comfy?" he asks, grinning.

"Not bad," she answers.

"You look pretty comfy."

She folds her arms behind her head, now. "Kind of lonely, though."

That's a suggestion if Felix has ever heard one. He takes a step forward before his nerve abandons him, and stops just shy of her knees. The angle she's at isn't particularly suggestive, since her feet are still on the ground and her skirt falls daintily to cover everything, but Felix's heart is pounding in his chest.

"What are you scared of?" she asks suddenly.

"I'm not scared."

"Don't lie. You don't need to lie," she shrugs, the motion stifled since she's still laying down. "It's just me."

There's something in her face that captivates him. Intensity in her eyes, a glimmer of something beneath it. She's always demanded all of Felix's attention, the way that she talks, the way that she carries herself, but there's an aura in this moment that's completely different. He kind of feels like he's drowning in it.

He's answering her before he's even thought about it. "Getting caught, for one."

She smiles. "You said everyone's out."

"They are, but c'mon. That would be the worst."

"Wouldn't wanna put on a show?"

"Not this time."

"Is that it?" she asks, shifting a bit.

She parts her legs the slightest bit more, and Felix notices. She notices him noticing, too, if the way her smile curves up even more is any indication.

"Because you said everyone's out. I trust you. If we have some time alone, we might as well use it, huh?"

"I've never done anything in this room before," Felix says.

"No?"

"Not with anyone else."

She laughs. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

"I think it would be...you know. Kind of..."

"Weird?" she suggests, but Felix shakes his head.

"No. Hot."

He needs her to just understand, to just let him live this one time. He doesn't really want to explore why he thinks that, but God, does he. It would be so hot to get to mess around with someone in here, to bring something so contrary to work into this place that work pays for, that work maintains for him.

To this room that he shares with his hyungs.

To this room where at least one of his hyungs-

"Hot, huh?" she repeats, like she's tasting it.

Felix takes that last step forward, and tentatively reaches out. Her legs are spread just enough, on either side of his own, bracketing him as he leans in to rest a palm on each of her thighs.

They've done this much before. They've done quite a bit. But Felix wants...he wants...

"Do you just want to fuck me in your dorm, Felix?"

It's like she's pulling the words right out of his brain and throwing them at him, and it wipes away all rational responses. Felix just gapes at her. He didn't know she could talk like that. That she would. That she would want to. It's fucking good, but it's sent him reeling.

The silence stretches on while Felix tries to plug his brain back in, and in the meantime, she sits up, bringing her face right up close to Felix's where he stands, frozen.

"Maybe that's too big of a question," she pouts. "Okay. Felix, do you want me to kiss you?"

Now that, he can handle. "Yes."

She does, and if she was tasting his earlier confession, she's devouring him now. Her arm thrown over his shoulder, her hand in his hair, guiding his lips against hers like she thinks he wouldn't know what to do without her. Or maybe like she knows it.

"Here?" she continues, hot against his mouth. "Is it that different from doing it at my house?"

"So different," he breathes.

"Why?"

The words pour out. "Because at your house I'm just...Felix. Here, with the rest of the members, at the d-dorm, I'm-"

"You are," she agrees.

Slowly, she lowers herself back to the mattress, bringing him with her. Felix lets himself follow, draping himself over her body as she settles. Even from below him, she looms.

"Do you want me to touch you, Just Felix?" she asks.

"So much."

"Where?"

He's blunt. "Everywhere."

She grins. She dazzles.

She snakes a hand to the hem of his oversized tee, and shucks it over his head before he can even feel self-conscious.

"Is this okay?" she asks.

Felix nods.

She's doing everything, she's setting the pace, but Felix thinks he needs that. The last thing he would want is for her to feel rushed, or stifled, or uncomfortable at all with the ways things are going. Felix wants her so badly he can feel his chest aching, and with no way to see inside her head and make sure she feels the same, the least he can do is let things move the way she wants.

"That's kind of dirty, you know," she says.

"What...what is?"

She shrugs again, petting that free hand down Felix's bare chest. "Wanting to fuck in here. You share this room. Kind of naughty."

Her words are careful, like she's testing the waters. Felix appreciates it, but he knows that she can feel the way he's twitching in his joggers, hard against her inner thigh. Far from embarrassed, now, Felix just wants her to keep fucking talking.

"I do want it," he says.

"You want to think about the things that we've done, every time you're in here?" she asks. "When the guys are here, too?"

Felix lets out an undignified whimper, but he's too far gone already to care.

"Or do you just want to think about me?"

"As if I don't already," Felix murmurs.

"Do you?" she asks, amused.

"How could I not?"

How could he not imagine what she feels like under his hands, completely bare and all for him? How could he not want her here, beneath or above him, always?

"Okay, then," she says.

Her eyes are dark, her voice is darker, and Felix is briefly concerned that he's not going to survive if she's like this.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."

🕷 you 🕷

When you come back to Earth, the energy is so surreal that you're not even embarrassed about how you acted.

The things that came out of your mouth...you didn't even know that you were into things like that. Talking like that. You didn't think you'd be into pushing Felix around like that, teasing him and pulling all of those embarrassing (hot...extremely hot...) confessions of intimacy out him. Maybe this counts as a kink of some kind? You're not sure. It wasn't premeditated, that's for sure.

You knew what Felix wanted right away, of course. You've been wondering yourself when that moment was finally going to come, when one of you would finally ask the other to cross the line and finally, finally have sex.

That moment came, and Jesus Christ. Given everything else about Felix, you'd expected a sweet and simple first time together. What you’d gotten was a lot more.

He seems to have enjoyed it, though. You can assume as much from the way he's sprawled on his back beside you, flushed and breathless, one arm over his eyes as he calms down. You certainly enjoyed it.

But for now....

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom," you tell him.

"Sure thing," he mumbles, "Put some clothes on."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," you tease.

Felix laughs, deep voice even deeper from wear. "People live here."

You do pull your skirt back on, despite your words, and when a quick glance around doesn't yield your blouse, you pick up a random discarded t-shirt from the floor and put that on, too. Undergarments are too much of a bother just for one quick trip to the bathroom.

"Hurry back," Felix pouts.

He's still not looking at you, eyes half-hidden beneath his arm and a faint smile playing over his mouth, freckles standing out starkly on his pink cheeks. It makes you strangely proud that you did this. His content and his exhaustion, his pretty flushed face and the faint fingernail marks fading on his shoulder, are all because of you.

You blow him a kiss as you sneak out the door.

And you run smack into Bang Chan.

Literally. You turn around, and you collide with a firm chest just inches outside the door. You stumble, and a quick glance confirms it.

“Chan!” you gasp.

"Whoa!" Chan exclaims, catching you by the shoulder as you regain your balance. "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

"No, no, I'm sorry," you sputter, "I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan cuts himself off suddenly, and he lets go of your shoulder as if it's burned him. He's looking pointedly at some fixed spot just behind you in the hallway. Something wrestles with the gentle surprise on his face, and after a moment he just smiles blandly.

It's that moment that you become very, very aware of the fact that you have absolutely nothing on under these clothes.

"Sorry, really," he says.

"No...no problem."

His face is flushed. You'd forgotten how good he looks when that pink tone takes over his ears and the high points of his cheeks. Dazed, you move toward the bathroom door, and you're mortified when Chan takes a step in the same direction.

"You - oh. Go ahead," he says.

"It's your house," you reply, "If you need-"

"I insist."

You smile in spite of yourself, in spite of this absolutely ridiculous situation you've found yourself in. Absently, you try to smooth your hair back into place. Your priority should be getting away as fast as you can, but you can't seem to make your feet move. Surely it can't be too much trouble to talk to Chan for just a minute longer...

"I was just gonna shower, anyway. I can wait," Chan says.

You glance over his mussed clothes, the towel thrown over one shoulder.

"Gym?" you guess.

"Ah, I've been trying to get back into the routine, yeah," he says, with a real smile this time, one that makes his dimples pop.

"I can tell."

His ears flame darker pink, and a wave of satisfaction crests in the pit of your stomach, warm vindication. You trudge into the bathroom, determined to leave this social interaction on a high note.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Chan calls, as you're closing the door.

You freeze.

"Yeah?"

You can't see him, but you can hear his sheepish smile in his voice as he says, "Are you gonna keep borrowing my shirts every time you come over?”

🐝 him 🐝

The things that he's hearing from inside his shared bedroom are stronger than he ever imagined words could be.

Because they're doing actual damage inside his head. They must be. They're ricocheting around his skull, knocking the edges off his judgement and chipping away at his restraint, changing him into a person he barely recognizes in this moment. That must be what's going on.

That's the only possible explanation for why he's still standing here.

And then he hears her voice, low and firm and sensual.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."

That.

That's the final blow, and he can't even decide what piece is worst.

Maybe it's Felix's name. It's a name that he knows and says and loves, that he shortens and tosses around because that's one of his favorite people in the whole world, and such a wonderful name attached to such a wonderful person shouldn't sound like that-

Maybe it's the profanity, sharp sounds warping the intention and the sound in a way that renders the entire sentiment alien.

Or maybe it's their name. The team’s name. Their title, their distinction, wielded like an insult rather than the badge of belonging that it's meant to be. Their name, thrown into the ring like it's nothing.

The sentence all together is more than he can handle.

He's shocked, and more than a little embarrassed that he's walked into a moment like this, but more than that...

On top of that...

He's. He's hard.

Felix chooses that horrific moment to answer, voice so low that it's almost lost through the buffer of the closed door.

"God, I'm fuckin' gonna."

And his hand flies down to press over the undeniable erection in his loose shorts, equal parts shame and deep intrigue. He should be running away, stopping himself, going in there, fucking anything other than exactly what he's doing. But he can't seem to unfreeze his feet from this very spot.

A gasp.

A moan.

A high-pitched noise that's so breathless and desperate, it could equally be either Felix or her. His Felix, his favorite person, or her. That girl.

He closes his eyes for longer than a blink, steels himself, and just for a moment, just for as long as this lasts, slides a hand into the waistband of his shorts, and indulges.

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After what seems like an eternity, they've finished.

He hasn't. He didn't let it go that far, though he did enjoy himself. He stands, slightly weak-kneed and extremely empty-headed, leaning against the wall just to feel the cool paint against his side.

And then that girl runs right into him.

How he didn't hear the door open, or hear any of the conversation that must have happened on the other side, he'll never know.

She's just there, suddenly, walking straight into him and gasping out his name.

"Chan!"

"Whoa!" he hears himself say, "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

He steadies her with one hand on her shoulder.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan can feel any chance of getting out of this situation with his dignity intact dying as he looks at her, apprehensive anyway, and notices what she's wearing.

It's a t-shirt. It's his.

This one is nothing special, just like the last one, but Chan's stomach twists unpleasantly as he looks at her. It's another one of their old shirts from album promotions, worn-out to the point that Chan's kept it only out of nostalgia, kept only for sleeping and gym sessions. And apparently, to be borrowed by the girl that Felix is fucking.

No, by the fan that Felix is fucking.

The fan.

He's been silent for much too long by now, just staring. All he can imagine, as he looks at her, is the sound of her voice.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."

But as the memory echoes, as he looks at her in the borrowed Yellow Wood shirt, some of the ambiguity falls away, leaving the one thread that runs through this entire tryst as he understands it. The thing that makes this girl stand out as a risk, as a red flag dressed in Chan's t-shirt with the faint imprint of Felix's teeth on her throat beneath it.

Stray Kids Felix. Fuck me.

Stray Kids.

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loooopside · 2 months

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DON'T EVEN-

I CAN'T EVEN-

*FERAL SCREAMING*

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sugawhaaa · 2 months

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!!Skz reaction!!

-Your embarrassed about how your body looks-

Warnings::smut!insecurities! Talk of body types!stretch marks!vulgar language!

Genre:: oral (fem/male rec) nipple play, marking, from behind, fingering, so much pinning 😭 comfort,

Pairing::OT8! X sub!Fem!reader!

A/N:: sorry some of them are shorter than others, I promise I'm not being biased at all it's just the way the story went ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

💋Bangchan 💋

He finally has you laid out on the bed on your back. He runs his hands up your stomach and you feel a wave of embarrassment rush over you. He softly laid on top of you with his elbows on the bed. He ran circles around your ribcage and stomach. You blushed before grabbing his hand. Chan looked up at you surprised.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly with an accent.

"My belly...why do you like it so much?" You asked with pink cheeks.

"It's so cute," he giggled with a smile before running his tongue across his lips. You blushed as you looked down at him.

"But it's... it's not very attractive," you shrugged your shoulders and bangchan frowned.

"I think otherwise," he smirked before licking the bottom of your tummy. "I love putting my cock so deep inside you it reaches all~the way~ to here~" he grinned as he inched his fingers from your clit to your stomach as he spoke. The sensation rang shivers down your spine. He left a hickey on your stomach. "Don't say anything bad about your body again. Your beautiful from head to toe," he grinned after looking at the hickey he left on your stomach.

🍒minho🍒

You loved the way the face off and cowgirl position felt in your body. The way Minhos dick would hit all the BEST places this way. So deep inside you but...there was one probably. You felt awkward when you'd bounce on him. Your body would jiggle in a way that made you feel weird and you didn't want your boyfriend seeing you like that so you stopped doing these positions.

That was until today when Minho was spoiling the shit out of you. Sexually speaking. Touching you wherever you want, no teasing, no edging, just doing whatever you please. He knew that you came a lot whenever the two of you did the face-off position so he propped you up on your knees and he prepped himself to go inside you. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing but when it clicked you knew you needed to say something.

"Ah, Minho?" You said softly and he looked up at you as sweat dripped from his forehead. "Could we uhm...not do this position?" You blushed as he sat you on his lap to talk to you.

"Why? I thought you loved this position?" He seemed concerned. He knew you loved this position almost more than anything but you suddenly didn't want to do it?

"I do-" you started and he instantly picked you back up by your waist again.

"Good then let's get you on my dick," he said as he positioned you but you shook your head. He set you back down on his thigh again and raised a brow at you. "Why?"

"Because it's embarrassing!" You admitted with red cheeks. He looked confused and wiped some sweat off his head.

"Why?" He asked again with a tilt of his head.

"It's just...when I like bounce," you tried to explain without making it awkward but Minho didn't seem to care either way. "The way my body moves is unappealing. I don't want you to see me like that," you explained, and Minho frowned. He shook his head with a tsk tsk before picking you up again.

"Just sit on me already," he growled and placed you on his cock. You jumped and covered your mouth, your body curling into his.

"B-But it's..." you tried to explain but you already wanted to cum at the feeling of his veins deep inside you. Hitting all the sweet spots.

"I don't care. All I care about is that this position makes you cum everywhere and moan like it's the only thing you know how to do," he said sternly and it made your heart flutter. His hands guided you up and down his length and you could feel your tits bouncing. You wanted to hide in embarrassment but it all felt so good. Minhos hand latched onto one of your tits and he grabbed it harshly. You whimpered softly. "Good girl~" he whispered in your ear.

💫Changbin💫

You knew how much Changbin loved receiving blow jobs but every time you finished you felt like you did a bad job of it. Due to your terrible gag reflex, you never got more than 3/4 of his cock into your mouth. Even then you still didn't do a "good job" despite Binnie telling you that.

You found yourself in the same position as usual. On your knees with Changbin a hard mess in front of you. You decided to finally address your feelings towards blow jobs.

"Changbin?" You said with glistening eyes as you looked up at him. You could see in his eyes that his heart skipped a beat in that moment.

"Y-Yeah?" He said with red cheeks.

"I know say you like it when I do this but...do you honestly like it?" You blushed as you rubbed his muscular thighs.

"Obviously why?" He seemed confused by your question.

"I just feel like I'm not good at giving oral..." you explained and he instantly shook his head.

"No of course not. Your mouth feels like heaven. I know you can't uhm fit it all in your mouth but that doesn't matter!" He said as he put his hands through your hair. "If anything it's better," he admits with a blush. You look confused.

"Better?" You ask.

"It's like your constantly edging me and god," he grinned as he put a hand over his eyes and threw his head back. You chuckled and finally agreed that he did like it when you gave him blow jobs.

"Okay fine, you've convinced me," you chuckled and Changbin smiled.

"Good!" He said happily before moaning at the feeling of your lips sliding up his length.

🥿Hyunjin🥿

You watched carefully as Hyunjin put his tip against your opening.

"You ready?" He asked softly but with a sense of anticipation. You nodded and waited eagerly. He pushed himself into you slowly. He groaned. "You're so fucking tight," he said in a raspy voice as he clenched his fists on the sheets and the words rang in your ears. He finally pushed all the way into your core and you couldn't help but ask him a simple question as he waited for you to adjust to his size.

"You think?" You said softly as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

"What?" He responded with a little confusion.

"You said I was tight...is that true?" You asked and Hyunjin chuckled and hung his head down.

"Yes...I was worried if I'd actually fit," he chuckled embarrassingly. Hyunjin let go of the sheets and ran his fingers through your hair.

"My ex used to complain that I wasn't tight..." you thought aloud. Hyunjin was taken aback.

"What?" He sounded surprised. "How is that even possible? I can hardly move you're so tight," Hyunjin groaned.

"I don't know but he'd say it a lot," you admitted and hyunjin gritted his teeth.

"He must've just had a small dick," he smirked before slamming his hips back into you. You jumped and grabbed his bare back. Your nails leaving marks.

💄Han💄

You were pinned against the wall by a hungry Han. His eyes burned with desire and eagerness. Han smirked and slid his hand down to your soaked cunt. He unbuttoned your jeans and you felt worried as he pulled down the zipper slowly. He rubbed his thumb on your panties through the small gap in your jeans. He pulled down your jeans to find a splotch of liquid on your panties. He chuckled.

"So wet," he grinned before hooking his finger on the waistband of your panties.

"Wait! Jisung I haven't..." you blurted and Han looked shocked. "I haven't shaved in a while," you admitted with pink cheeks as you held his wrist.

"Okay...and?" He said before continuing to undress you.

"Wait! You don't understand. It's really bad..." you said again hoping to convince him not to look.

"Baby...listen I don't care if you've shaved or not. My main concern right now is making you cum all over the floor and my hands and mouth. Relax baby," he said as he finally took off your panties. You nodded your head and let him do his thing. He slid two fingers into you out of nowhere and you jumped with a moan. "See, now that's not so bad is it~?"

🏁Felix🏁

You were changing in your room and deciding on an outfit. You had an outfit planned prior but turns out your bra strap was broken so you went to grab a new one. That's when Felix walked in your entire body on full display. You jumped and went to cover yourself, your cheeks felt like they were about to catch fire.

"Don't act so shy," Felix laughs "it's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he says as he shuts the door and lays on your bed, stomach down.

"I-I know but...it's different," you explain before throwing a shirt on.

"Different how?" He hummed as he watched you sit next to him, your baggy shirt barely covering your thighs. He watched your legs as you sat down.

"Well I feel like in the heat of the moment you don't...don't really care. All that's on your mind is uh feeling pleasure," you explain shyly, afraid of what he'll say next. He raises an eyebrow at you with an unamused look that secretly makes your stomach soar. "You know like you're not paying attention to how my body looks when in the moment but in situations like this you look at my body more attentively and notice all the...flaws," you continue. He stares at you like you are some kind of prey. His hand slides up your thigh.

"You think I don't stare at every inch of your body in pure adoration every time I see you?" He said as he got closer to you. "If I had it my way you'd be naked all the time just so I could see every inch of your body every time we meet," he said in his deep voice with his face only centimeters away from yours. "You understand baby~?" He asked seductively. You nodded your head slowly as you looked him in the eyes. "Use your words pretty girl," he teased as he rubbed your cheek softly.

"I understand," you croaked through your tight throat.

"Good girl," he smirked before kissing your jaw.

🪞SEUNGMIN🪞

"What do you think, black dress or red?" You ask as you hold up two dresses, rotating them on your body as you speak.

"I think the red one makes you look sexy but the black one makes you look professional," Seungmin replied as he sat on your bed watching you get ready.

"Okay, so...black," you decided as you gave seungmin the red one.

"Why did you have to think about that for so long hm?" Seungmin rose an eyebrow. "You trying to seduce your boss or something," he teased as he crossed his arms.

"What? No!" You said as you took off your shirt and put on the dress. You adjusted it accordingly before applying your makeup. Seungmin checked the time before sighing.

"I've been ready for like...half an hour. Are you almost done?" He asked as you applied more eyeliner.

"Yes, I just need-" you said before accidentally putting the eyeliner in your eye. It stung and you cursed. "Shit!" You said before setting down the eyeliner. Tears streamed down your cheek as the black liquid poured out of your eye. Seungmin rushed over and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Keep blinking, just like that," he comforted you as you continued to blink, the eyeliner getting on the sleeve of his dress shirt. You finally got all of the eyeliner out of your eye and checked yourself in the mirror.

"Crap now I have to redo it!" You said as you panicked. You were already behind and now you had to restart. You were frustrated and stressed, more tears threatened to pour out of your eyes.

"Hey, hey, baby, listen. We don't have a ton of time left to get ready and you don't need all this make up baby," he said as he stroked your hair. "A little bit of makeup is okay. I know you're insecure about some of your facial features but this is a business party alright?" He explained before swinging behind you to look at you through the mirror. "Some lipstick maybe some eyeshadow and your beautiful smile is all you need," he smiled as he ran his hands through your hair.

🧋JEONGIN🧋

You had found Jeongin newest weakness. His nipples are super sensitive and you had been messing with him for a while. Toying and licking them while he just whimpers beneath you helplessly. Finally, he had enough of it and pinned you down to the bed. You looked up at him shocked. He pouted before going to unclip your bra.

"Wait-" you put a hand up on his chest. He paused and listened to you. "If your doing what I think you are uhm..." you blushed and looked away from him.

"I was going to give you some payback for teasing my nipples," he pouted before going to unclip your bra again.

"I'm just really shy about my...boobs," you explained and his face went from pouty to surprised.

"Why?" He said really confused. "Sorry- I didn't mean it like that," he chuckled awkwardly but you just laughed at him.

"They just have weird marks on them and they're kinda small," you shrugged and Jeongin looked at you unimpressed.

"Small? This is small?" He said as he grabbed one of your breasts in his hand. You moaned softly at the sudden action.

"W-Well," you stuttered, you really didn't have a good excuse. Jeongin shook his head.

"Baby, all I want is for you to feel good. I'm not going to judge your body at all. You know how much I love you and your body," he explained with a soft smile as he let go. He finally unclipped your bra and stared in awe. His hand crept up your chest and squeezed your breast lightly. "So soft..." he murmured like he was in a trance. Jeongin sat his head down on your chest. "Forget about payback, I may just take a nap here," he chuckled cheekily.

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maps and constellations (chan/felix)

Chapter 4 | prev next mlist

Characters: Felix, Chan, the rest of skz

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, coming of age, growing pains, getting together

Pairing: Chan/Felix

Warnings: mild angst, swearing, idk dude by my standards this is rather tame. we get into the smut later lol

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.3k

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Chan wakes with Felix still wrapped up in his arms and a feeling so heavy in his chest he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stand. He shifts as carefully as he can, releasing a long, slow breath once he’s settled again so he doesn’t disturb Felix.

The guilt claws at the back of his throat, but it doesn’t make it any less true. Last night, in the dark, in his fatigue, his melancholy, Chan had some plausible deniability, but he woke up with nothing changed, so he supposes it’s time to face it—what is true, what might have been true all along.

Felix sleeps, and Chan lies next to him with a heavy feeling in his chest and stares up at the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, and realizes it was louder than he intended when Felix stirs.

“Mmph,” Felix says, raising his head just slightly. “Chan?” His voice is squeaky and hoarse from sleep, and the heavy feeling grows. The guilt grows with it.

“Sorry,” Chan says, meaning it more than Felix can know. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“’S’okay,” Felix replies easily, lowering his head back down again. “Need to hit the road soon anyway, right?”

“Yeah,” Chan admits, glancing at the clock on the wall. It’s already past nine, and Lake Tahoe is over two hours away. By the time they’re actually ready to go, it’ll be noon, which is fine, but they should get started now.

Besides, Chan reflects, looking down at the boy in his arms, he needs to get out of this bed before he does something stupid. He sighs, then coaxes his limbs away from Felix as gently as he can, rolling out of bed and away from the enticing bubble of warmth. He fumbles around for a pair of pants, then pulls Felix from bed, too, and to the bathroom so they can wash up.

They trail into the kitchen after Jeongin and Seungmin, and they’re followed shortly by the others. Hyunjin and Jisung look much more settled than the day before, so Chan puts it to rest in his mind. It’s just as well, seeing as he has his own problems to worry about now. Everyone else seems to be in high spirits, excited by the sunshine and the promise of a warm afternoon of swimming.

Chan is glad for it. Aside from being happy that his friends are happy, it keeps them distracted so they don’t notice he’s being a little quiet. It lets him mope in peace.

After breakfast, they pack up & pile into their cars. Just as Chan predicted, they pull out of their parking spots right after noon, which means they’ll have plenty of time to swim as long as they stay on track.

This is good, too. It means Chan can stay quiet, and call it paying attention to the road. It means he can watch Felix out of the corner of his eyes, and when Felix notices and asks him why he’s looking, Chan can smile and say, “I’m checking my mirrors, dumbass,” and Felix will stick out his tongue and Chan will get away with it.

It’s lucky he has the excuse, too, because he catches himself looking whenever he has the chance. He always called Felix handsome, sexy even, but he always maintained it came from a place of objective truth, and nothing more, and that he only said it to boost Felix’s confidence. But now he’s coming to accept that might not have been all there was to it. He likes looking at Felix.

And there’s so much to like. His soft hair, bright eyes, pretty freckles, cute nose, pink lips. Chan finds himself fixating on all the little details, relearning what Felix looks like as the lens of his world view shifts just slightly to the side, and all his memories work to fall back into place. The feeling he always got when Felix was being painfully endearing wasn’t some weird brand of cuteness aggression, like he’d chalked it up to be all these years. It’s something more, something heavy, something that makes the guilt smother his lungs like thick black smoke. It’s everything he’s tamped down, month after month, year after year, all coming to the surface at once, fast and suffocating.

That’s how it feels, anyway. Maybe he’s just going crazy. When they break out some snacks about an hour in, he and Felix brush hands reaching for chips, and Chan flinches with his whole body, a shock of fear racing through him.

“What?” Felix asks, giving him a weird look. “Did I shock you or something?”

“No, scared me ’s’all,” Chan mutters helplessly, guilt rising in his throat until he’s almost nauseous with it. How are they supposed to sleep in the same bed tonight? Now that Chan feels this way, now that Chan has something new that he wants, but absolutely cannot have? Felix trusts him, thinks that he’s safe with him, thinks they’re like brothers. How could Chan betray that trust?

Felix, though he doesn’t know it, isn’t helping at all. Chan never really noticed it before, when he wasn’t looking, but Felix is so tactile, even with Chan. It’s small things, just the brushing of shoulders or gentle pokes for attention when he’s bored, but now Chan feels all of it far too keenly. It’s not like he can push Felix away, or do something as dramatic as ask to switch beds, because then everyone would know something is up, and they’d corner him and keep prodding until he confessed. Besides, doing something like that would hurt Felix’s feelings, and that’s the last thing Chan wants. He’s done enough damage already.

By the time they make it to their hotel, Chan’s ready to rip his hair out. He finds himself oddly grateful that there’s only a week or so left of this trip. At least at home, he’ll have ways to escape.

Once they get settled, they head right out to swim. Chan keeps his distance from the others, watching as they laugh and play. He tries and fails not to trace the lines of Felix’s waist, his hips, his thighs. Eventually, he submerges himself entirely in the water and stays down there for long intervals at a time to try and clear his head.

He’s on a particularly long stint when he’s startled by a hand on his arm. He nearly opens his mouth to scream, but stops himself just in time to not take in a lungful of water, instead spluttering to the surface. He swipes water out of his eyes and sees the hand belongs to Changbin.

“You okay?” Changbin asks, genuinely concerned.

“I’m a strong swimmer, I’m fine,” Chan replies.

“No, I mean—” Changbin gives him a look. “You’ve been weird all day, and now I find you trying to drown yourself.”

“I’m not trying to—I’m fine,” Chan insists, because what is he supposed to say? He hasn’t even admitted it to himself yet, doesn’t want to even think it, doesn’t want to make it real.

“Bullshit,” Changbin says. His tone is scathing but his eyes are gentle. “They might not notice, or else are just too polite to say anything, but I am perceptive and nosy, so tell me.”

“Um.” Chan hesitates. He knows if he just tells Changbin that he really doesn’t want to talk about it, he’ll let it go. But the thing is, Chan does want to talk about it. He’s only been bottling it up for, like, six hours, and already he feels like he’s about to explode. Besides, he and Changbin have always been close, closer in some ways than Chan is to the others. He’ll be able to help, maybe, or at least he’ll be able to understand. “I, uh, I kind of had a life-altering realization this morning—well, last night, but I wanted to sleep on it, and...” Chan trails off, spreading his hands and gives a self-deprecating sort of laugh. “It’s kinda been eating me alive.”

“And?” Changbin prompts.

“I,” Chan says, and then the words get lost somewhere on the way from his brain to his mouth. He knew it would be hard to say, but it almost feels like he needs to reach into his throat and drag the words out with his own hands. He takes a breath. “I’m in love with Felix, I think.” Changbin’s eyebrows nearly disappear behind the hair brushing his forehead. “I mean, I think I have been for a while, only I didn’t know. Until now. And I—I don’t know what to do, because I’m not supposed to be, only I am, and I can’t tell him because then he’ll never trust me again. And it’ll ruin everything.”

It feels like the wind’s been taken out of him, in one great whoosh. He loves Felix. He loves Felix, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

Changbin only stares, some expression Chan doesn’t understand clouding his face. Eventually the silence goes on for a little too long, and Chan can’t stand it anymore. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” he demands.

“Sorry, it’s just—I swear I’m not trying to be mean, but, like, you’re just figuring this out now?” Changbin asks, and now it’s Chan’s turn to be speechless.

“What,” Chan manages blankly.

Changbin is giving him that same strange look. “Chan, we all kind of thought you guys knew, but just… weren’t doing anything about it. Like, you’ve been in love with him forever, dude. Like pretty much as long as I can remember.”

Chan is reeling. The thing is, he thinks Changbin might be right. “What do you mean, you all thought? Everyone—what, knew? Knows?”

“It’s kind of obvious,” Changbin says. At least he looks apologetic. “It—it goes both ways, you know. Like, I think he’s in love with you, too.”

Chan looks at him for a second, and then shakes his head. “I don’t think so,” he says. “Felix is sweet to everybody. Actually, he’s kinda aloof with me, in comparison. He always complains when I get too sappy, too.”

“Yeah, did you ever consider why?” Changbin replies drily. “Chan, it’s always been you for him. Whether he’s at his best or his worst, it’s always you he wants before anybody else. What would you call that?” When Chan doesn’t respond, he continues, “Look, you don’t have to listen to me. I’m just telling you what I see. Maybe if you guys talked about it, you’d see it, too.”

Chan looks over at Felix. He’s helping Minho doggy-paddle out into deeper waters, smiling brightly as he holds his hand. Even if Changbin’s right, it would change anything. Chan would lose the Felix he’s known his whole life, no matter the outcome. He doesn’t think it’ll be worth it. That’s answer enough for him.

* * *

Maybe it’s just that he’s looking for it now, but it kind of feels like Felix is tiptoeing around him, too. They hardly talk as they’re getting ready for bed, climbing in next to each other with barely a look before Minho is turning out the lights.

They’re all quiet, but Chan can tell no one is sleeping. The air is too heavy, and he knows it’s not just because of what he told Changbin.

“I can’t believe we’re going home in like a week,” Changbin says finally.

“I know,” Chan agrees. It really is crazy how quickly the trip has passed. He spent so much time looking forward to it, and now it’s almost over. And then once they get home, they only have a few short weeks before they have to ship off to college. It’s all happening so fast.

“I can’t believe we’re not kids anymore,” Felix adds quietly.

Chan nods. Maybe this is all part of it. He wants to be able to enjoy the rest of this trip, but he knows it’s going to be soured by their imminent return. He wants to be able to enjoy the rest of his summer, but he knows it’s going to be soured by his feelings for Felix. He wants to be able to enjoy college, but he knows it’s going to be soured by how much he misses everybody he loves. He wants to be excited for all of it, and he is, but more than anything, he’s just sad.

“Well,” Minho says. “It’s been good, hasn’t it? That’s something.”

The rest of them murmur their agreement. He’s right, Chan knows. It’s a sweet thing, to have something precious enough to miss at all. He glances over at Felix almost reflexively—and finds him staring back.

“What?” he whispers.

Felix opens his mouth, then stops and shakes his head, closing it again and taking a moment to think. “It’s weird,” he says at last. “I thought—I just thought we’d have more time, I guess.”

“Okay, now you guys are making it sound like we’re dying,” Changbin says. They all laugh, and Chan has to admit it eases the knot in his stomach, just a little.

They lapse into silence again, this time much more comfortable, and much sleepier. Chan’s not sure about the other two, but he can tell Felix is drifting off. Even now, even after everything, the sound of his breath lulls him. Chan rolls over on his side so he can see Felix, watching like he always does to make sure he’s sleeping soundly.

A memory stirs in the back of Chan’s mind—Felix, fourteen to Chan’s fifteen, dozing off while Chan stayed up late to finish an assignment. Chan was finally winding down, keeping an eye on Felix to make sure he didn’t disturb him as he got ready for bed when he heard a tiny whimper. Felix’s fingers twitched, his brows furrowing, and Chan realized he was having a nightmare.

He shook Felix awake, cradled his head in his lap as Felix gasped, eyes flying open, wild and full of terror until he found Chan. He calmed instantly, and Chan kissed his forehead and told him he was safe. Felix was already old enough that usually, he hated when Chan doted on him. But that night, he’d only smiled blearily, body relaxing back down into the bed, into Chan’s hands, and said, “Thank you,” soft and sweet, before falling back to sleep once more.

Chan had loved him then, too, though neither of them knew it.

I love you, Chan thinks, watching Felix now. He imagines saying it, trying to explain he doesn’t mean it the way he meant it before—or maybe he’s never really meant it that way, but only knows the truth now. He imagines the awkward silence as Felix struggles to find something to say in return. He imagines the way something will flicker behind Felix’s eyes every time he looks at Chan afterwards. It makes some kind of ugly feeling twist up in Chan’s stomach. Even imagining it is unbearable.

I won’t say anything at all, Chan decides. It’s bitter, but it’s for the best. Even if Felix might feel the same way he does, Chan can’t tie him down like that. Can he? Felix deserves someone like himself, bright and sunny and beautiful. Chan is too dull, too strange. Not good enough. It’ll be easy for Felix to find someone. Everybody loves him as soon as they meet him, and they’re right about it, too.

But I was first, Chan thinks, and then wants to wring his own neck for it. What does his self-importance, his desire, his jealousy have to do with what’s right for Felix? How dare he even consider letting his selfishness win?

He looks at Felix, tracing over the lines of his face, all so familiar.

I’ll never hurt you, he promises in his head. Even if it hurts me instead.

* * *

That night, Chan has wonderful, terrible dreams. He dreams he tells Felix how he feels. He dreams Felix confesses back. He dreams his heart swells in his chest until he can hardly speak. He dreams everything is okay between the two of them. He dreams that they’re happy.

He dreams Felix kisses him.

He dreams Felix climbs into his lap, hands everywhere, lips everywhere. He dreams of the heat between their bodies. He dreams of running his hands down Felix’s back, of kissing up the column of his neck, of the way he moans, low and sweet, his fingers digging into Chan’s biceps. He dreams of flipping them over, pulling Felix’s shirt up and mouthing over his skin, lower and lower, his hands reaching for—

“Chan?” Someone is shaking Chan’s shoulder. He inhales sharply through his nose, blinking against the dark. “Chan, are you okay?”

It’s Felix, whispering above him, face pinched in concern. “Lix?” Chan croaks, still half in his dream. It felt so good. It felt so real. But there’s something wrong. What is it?

“You were having a bad dream, I think,” Felix whispers. “Fidgeting in your sleep, talking kinda.”

“A bad dream,” Chan repeats hazily. He’s coming back into his body slowly, and it’s at this moment that he realizes with horror that he’s hard. “Shit,” he mutters before he can think to stop himself.

Felix misinterprets it. “No, it’s okay! You’re okay, it was just a dream.”

“Did I wake you?” Chan asks, guilt back in full force, pushing at his throat and weighing him down. “I’m so sorry, Lix.” He puts as much emotion behind it as he can, even though Felix won’t understand.

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” Felix says gently. He scoots closer, and fuck, all he would need to do for all of this to come crumbling down is shift his hip to the right. He’d feel Chan hard against his thigh, and everything would be different. Chan doesn’t even know how he’d be able to tell, how he’d know what Chan was dreaming about, but he thinks he can smell the guilt on him, thinks maybe Felix can too. He thinks Felix finding out would kill him.

Felix is still talking. “D’you wanna talk about your dream?”

“Ah, n-no, I’m okay,” Chan says, trying desperately to peel himself away without actually pushing. “Thanks. I-I don’t even remember what it was about.”

“Are you sure?” Felix asks dubiously. “You look pretty shaken up.”

“Yeah,” Chan says, trying to sound confident. “Go back to sleep, yeah?” He finally manages to slip free, slithering out from under the blankets and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Felix whispers after him, but his voice is already losing its clarity to drowsiness.

“Just gonna get some water,” Chan says, standing. “I’m okay, really. Sleep.”

“‘Kay,” Felix replies, sounding placated.

Chan escapes to the bathroom. He closes the door, turns on the tap, and drops to his knees to gag weakly over the toilet. Nothing comes up, and the shameful, anxious nausea subsides after a couple of deep breaths, but Chan stays on the floor for a few more moments anyway. Finally, he clambers unsteadily back to his feet and turns the faucet off again.

He braces his hands over either side of the sink and leans forward, taking another deep breath and hanging his head. He can’t believe that just happened. He can’t believe he had a fucking wet dream about Felix, about his best friend, the boy who’s supposed to be like a brother, while Felix was sleeping right next to him. He can’t believe he woke Felix with it, can’t believe he was so close to finding out.

He feels weak as he opens the bathroom door, grip slipping on the handle, legs shaking as they carry him back to bed. At least all the turmoil has distracted him enough that he’s gone soft again, so he doesn’t have to worry about hiding that.

It’s a very small comfort. He crawls back into bed and is relieved to find Felix already asleep. He hopes he won’t remember it in the morning, hopes he doesn’t ask about it over breakfast. Chan doesn’t know how he’d even respond.

Though he tries to find sleep again, Chan lies awake staring at the ceiling until morning comes.

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