pairing: felix x fem!reader drabble, insecurities/comfort friends to lovers, smut summary: felix has been your friend long enough for you to be certain he would never feel the same... or so you thought.
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You’d known Felix almost as long as you’d been a college student. You met in some gen ed that neither of you were actually interested in taking, but nonetheless both needed the credits. You were pleased to find that he was an exceptional project partner – easy to work with and more importantly, actually did the work. So, it became a bit of a routine to partner up with each other when you had the option.
Group projects turned into study sessions, study sessions turned into brief coffee runs, coffee runs turned into takeout boxes and movie nights until you and Felix were practically inseparable. Inseparable, to the point that even after graduating, you didn’t bother promising to keep in touch – it was a given.
If you’d asked any of your friends, a particularly eloquent (and perhaps poetic) one (hyunjin) may even say you orbit each other, like two planets that, by the laws of nature, must abide by the gravitational pull that brings you together as if it’s inevitable. When you needed a pick-me-up? Felix was there with his signature brownies and a grin, ready to listen or try to make you laugh. When he was drunk and needed a ride home? You just so happened to be in the area.
So, in compliance with the universe's demands, you fell for him. Hard. It was difficult not to when he was one of the only men in your life who truly showed you what it looks like to be cared for unconditionally, and what it feels like to receive such selfless acts of kindness. How could you not fall in love with him when he was everything you didn’t know you were looking for?
And yet… the two of you, like stars, seemed to constantly dance around each other–like the gravity that pulled you was so intense that to completely obey it would be risking too much–all that you have in each other. You were fairly certain, after all, that he danced this way because he enjoyed the game; your company was a comfort, but not a forever home. While you danced with the hope of something more, you were insistent (despite your friends’ protests) that you were alone in your hidden feelings. It was as if the universe, in a unique kind of cruelty, was showing you exactly what you could not have by dangling it right in front of your face.
“We’re just friends, Seungmo.” You insisted again, exasperated.
Seungmin leveled you with a look, unimpressed. “You keep saying that, but it’s not true. I’m telling you–I just about gag every time I’m around you guys. I’ve never seen two people flirt so aggressively with one another and then insist in the same breath that everything I’m seeing–reality, mind you–is a lie.”
You sigh, “I think you just like the drama of it all–the idea that he might like me back. Which we all know he doesn’t.”
Seungmin shakes his head, glancing up at the ceiling as if trying to muster strength. “Look, I’m not gonna speak for him because I don’t have a death wish but I’ll just say this: I’m his roommate, y/n. His roommate. You think I don’t hear things?”
You blanch. “Wait, what? That’s so gross why are you–”
“I meant he tells me things. And I listen. That’s all.” His mouth twists into a judgmental half-smile, “Tsk, tsk. You and your depraved mind.”
Your face flushes. “You made it sound so misleading!”
He laughs, getting up from his spot on the carpet of his shared apartment with your crush. “That was all you. I didn’t say anything.”
“That’s the problem!”
A familiar voice interrupts your argument. “What sounded misleading?”
Felix.
“Nothing–” You say at the same time Seungmin says, “Just something I said.”
Felix pauses for a moment before squinting his eyes, “...What did you say?”
You widen your eyes at Seungmin in warning–NOT. A. WORD.
Seungmin glances at you then defiantly answers, “I said that because I’m your roommate, I hear things from you.”
Felix’s brows narrow a fraction as he replies, “About…?”
Seungmin stares at him briefly before darting his eyes over to you, then back at Felix, raising a questioning eyebrow.
For a moment there’s a silent conversation between them, one you can’t decipher in their facial expressions alone, but you can tell Felix isn’t thrilled.
Finally, he swallows thickly then speaks, “y/n, what... did he tell you…?”
You blink, surprised. “Nothing, really, just what he already told you. And before we weren’t really–well, it’s nothing, seriously.”
He sighs, almost as if he’s relieved.
After giving Seungmin a light smack on the arm, he says with his usual grin, “Just ignore him, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” With a laugh he adds, “So, what've you been up to, pretty girl?”
At that, Seungmin sighs and walks away, muttering something about “not being witness to this”, slamming the door to his room behind him.
Your cheeks are still red from the compliment, but you can’t help disclaiming with a shy laugh, “I’m not really all that special, but thank you anyway…” You pause, “Wait, that sounded like I was fishing for compliments, sorry. I just mean like… you’re sweet. Thanks, Lixie.”
Felix’s brows furrow and he quickly approaches you, sitting right next to you on the floor.
“Hey, look at me, yeah?”
You timidly lift your gaze, feeling a sense of shame wash over you.
“You are pretty, y/n. You’re beautiful. Seriously, don’t say stuff like that anymore, alright?”
You glance away muttering a soft, “Sorry, I know it’s kinda annoying…”
Tentatively, as if asking a silent permission, he places his hand on your arm. “Y/n, angel, I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. And… you don’t need to apologize, I’m not annoyed. If you need to be reminded that you’re drop-dead gorgeous, I don’t mind. I like being here for you.” His thumb rubs calming circles on your skin. He continues, his eyes meeting yours in determination, “I mean it. And as long as you don't mind... I'd say it anyways.”
He swallows, glancing down at your lips before meeting your eyes again. Barely above a whisper he says, “I like what I see.”
You stare at him incredulously, “What?”
His eyes dart back to your lips, and he unconsciously leans closer, his voice growing huskier, deeper, “I said,” his palm hesitantly slides down to your waist and he squeezes it lightly, “I like what I see. A lot.”
You unconsciously lean into his touch, moving your mouth closer to his. “Then maybe you should kiss me.”
His lip quirks up as he closes the gap between you, his lips pressing against yours with a sense of urgency, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw. As he kisses you, he lets out a soft huh, as if a question he’d long held had been finally answered. His hand grasping your waist moves to your hips, squeezing as he lets out another sigh, then gently, tentatively his fingers sneak under the hem of your shirt, as if he needs to touch you skin-to-skin everywhere. You feel as if you’re a banquet, and he’s a starving man, desperately trying to reign in his greed for more, more, more.
Abruptly, his lips leave yours and you can’t help the sound of protest you make.
“I know, baby, I know.” He murmurs, his mouth moving to kiss your jaw reverently, then moving to your neck.
He pauses there, his teeth gently grazing your pulse point, eliciting a gasp from you. You feel him grin against your throat as he gently licks, then bites–immediately soothing it with another lick before sucking.
His fingers under the hem of your shirt begin to slide upward, and he mutters a soft, “...Can I?”
You arch your body into his palm, “Please.”
He laughs, almost giddy, “Atta girl… I’ll take care of you–” He leans in and kisses your collarbone, “--And I’ll show you just how long I’ve been wanting to do this. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that, pretty girl?”
You sigh against his touch, nodding, “I need you, Lixie. Please.”
He groans kissing you again, licking your lip to gain entrance to your mouth. His wandering hand slides further up your stomach until it’s splayed across your breast, and it’s then he squeezes again and murmurs, “I can’t believe you’re real oh my god–”
His words are interrupted with a gasp as he feels your fingers run against the waistband of his jeans and boxers, your fingertips teasing.
“H-hold on sweetheart–” He stutters as your hands run up and down his chest, then begin tracing the v-line low on his stomach.
His hand finds your wrist and he gently pulls it away, earning a pout from you.
“Sweetheart–just–I don’t wanna cum yet–” He laughs self-deprecatingly, “And if you keep doing stuff like that I seriously think I’ll–” He pauses, licking his lips. “I wanna make you feel good first angel. Please?”
His hands caress your thighs in question, and when you nod, he grabs at them, leaning in to whisper, “Not here.”
When you whine he smiles pleadingly, “I wanna give you the princess treatment, love. I’m not tasting you while you lie on the living room carpet.”
Begrudgingly you nod, and in between kisses and messy footsteps, you stumble to his bedroom. Closing the door with his foot, he leads you to the edge of his bed, easing you onto the mattress.
His tongue peeks out of his lips as he stares at you for a moment, “I’m trying to be a gentleman–I am, y/n–but God. I’ve dreamt of this. You–exactly like this.”
His hands slide up to your thighs, slowly spreading them apart.
“Can I, angel? Please?” He asks.
You lift your hips off the bed in answer, and watch as he slowly slides your shorts and panties off and discards them onto the floor.
His eyes are nearly pitch black with desire as he gazes at you. His hands spread your legs further, pressing against your inner thighs to hold you.
When he tastes you, he moans, muttering nonsensical sweet nothings and compliments in between confessions.
You cry out as he learns exactly how you like it–soft and teasing, then rough–his fingers and mouth working in tandem.
“Please–oh my god, Lix–I need to feel you–” You moan, “Don’t stop–fuck–”
“Cum for me baby, you can do it–”
When you reach your high, he smiles softly, continuing his ministrations with a gentle, “Good girl. So stunning, just like this.”
And when he slides into you?
“You take me so well–fuck, baby–”
And now you’re certain the universe is at work, the way you pull him in and he slides into you, like you were made for each other–like two puzzle pieces connecting.
And when he moans against the crook of your neck when he finishes inside you, you finally understand–you always wanted each other. You just didn’t know it yet.
a/n: this is my first time writing officially and posting a drabble for skz lol! ik it's really short but oh well lol. i feel like it's not v good but whatever! lmk what y'all think divider cred: @pixopix
