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ANGRY BOYS MASTERLIST
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It started off stupid. Harmless.
Felix had just lost a match. Lost it bad.
You could tell it was over the moment his headset clattered onto the desk—tossed like it personally betrayed him. His bottom lip jutted out in a pretty pout, brows furrowed while he mumbled curses under his breath. Onscreen, his death recap played in slow motion, like it wanted to mock him, too.
From the living room, Changbin’s laugh cracked loud and sharp.
“Yo! Bronze Yongbok’s back, baby!”
Then Jisung chimed in, wheezing: “Uninstall, man. Even Hyunjin could out-frag you at this point.”
You were curled up on his bed, watching the drama unfold with mild amusement. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone, trying not to giggle.
But then you said it. The one thing you didn’t mean to say aloud:
“Maybe I should carry you next time, baby. Could boost you to silver—at least.”
The silence that followed?
Heavy. Absolute.
Your gaze flicked up just in time to catch Felix turning from the monitor, slow and mechanical. His brows didn’t move. His mouth didn’t twitch. But his eyes—those pretty, doll-like eyes—hardened into something unreadable. Cold. Controlled.
Like you’d just hit a switch you didn’t know existed.
“You think that’s funny?” he asked quietly.
You paused, phone still in hand, trying not to smile. “Kinda…”
His jaw tensed. Just once. “You’re teasing me in front of them?”
“Lix, I—”
You didn’t even finish.
He stood up.
Snatched your phone right out of your hand, tossed it onto the desk hard enough to make it bounce, then grabbed your waist with one hand and hauled you into his lap as he dropped back into the gaming chair.
Your heart raced. Your breath hitched.
This wasn’t playful.
“Felix—?”
“You like teasing me, yeah?” His voice dropped lower, now a hiss. His hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to hold his stare. “Let’s see if you think it’s still cute when I make this whole dorm hear how fucking diamond I can be.”
You didn’t even see him coming.
One second your shirt was still on—then Felix was yanking it over your head, fast and rough, tossing your phone aside like it disgusted him. You gasped as your back hit his chest again, body hauled into his lap like he owned you.
And god—he did.
“I said,” he growled, low in your ear, “you like teasing me, right?”
His fingers slid beneath your waistband, not even bothering with finesse. Your breath caught as he shoved your panties to the side and palmed your bare heat—already soaked. You tried to clench your thighs, tried to stop your hips from moving, but his legs were spread wide beneath you and you were pinned open.
The chair creaked.
From the living room, you could still hear Jisung laughing, Changbin talking over him.
They had no idea what was happening in here.
Not yet.
Felix kissed your shoulder, slow and mocking. “Door’s open,” he whispered. “Say something smart now.”
You froze.
He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing—what he wanted them to hear.
His hands gripped your hips and rocked you against his cock, still hard and straining in his briefs, dragging up along your folds. You whimpered, trying to hold it in—but that made it worse. He just groaned, biting down on your neck as you squirmed.
“Aw. Embarrassed now?” he teased. “Didn’t sound so shy when you were running your mouth earlier.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth, but he caught it and pinned it behind your back with one hand.
“Nope. They’re gonna hear everything.”
He tugged your shorts down just enough to get access—just enough to ruin you—and then he was pushing in. No warning. Just heat, pressure, stretch.
Your scream still echoed down the hallway when Felix shoved in all the way.
No mercy. No patience. Just punishment.
The chair slammed against the floor, jerking under every snap of his hips. Your thighs trembled on either side of his, one foot slipping off the armrest from how hard he was fucking up into you. Slick sounds filled the room—sticky, wet, obscene—and they were nothing compared to your voice.
Because you were loud. So loud.
And outside?
Not a single sound now.
Jisung had stopped laughing.
Changbin had gone dead quiet.
Not even a breath from the hallway.
But Felix wasn’t satisfied.
He fisted your hair and yanked your head back, growling into your ear, “Scream louder. Let ‘em know who fucking owns you.”
You shook your head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how much you needed him, how deep he was, how wrecked you already felt.
“Felix—Felix, please—”
“Please, what?” His teeth grazed your throat. “Please stop?”
You were panting now, moaning through your answer. “No…”
“That’s right,” he hissed, driving into you harder. “So take it. Take every fucking rank I’m giving you.”
He slapped your thigh, spreading you wider. Your legs twitched, overstimulated and locked into his pace. Your voice cracked on a cry, and then—
“Fuck!”
It ripped from your chest without your permission. Raw. Desperate.
A slam from somewhere down the hall. Footsteps scrambling.
Felix grinned.
“There it is,” he laughed, fucking into you harder. “Dorm’s finally listening.”
You reached back blindly, trying to grab his wrist—tap out, slow him down, something—but he only caught your arm and pinned it behind you again, pushing you down onto the desk this time, folding your body in half.
“Who’s bronze now?” he growled, hammering you into the wood.
You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe through the way you were unraveling, overstimulated and crying his name.
Felix dragged your face up by the hair and made you look at the open door.
“You wanna tease me in front of them?” His voice was sharp, furious, filthy. “Let them see who you belong to next time.”
And just like that, you came again—loud, messy, broken.
And somewhere in the dorm, a door closed.
Maybe in horror.
Maybe in shame.
But you and Felix? Didn’t stop.
—
You didn’t remember falling limp.
One second you were full of him, legs shaking, throat raw from screaming—
The next, you were in his arms. Warm. Floaty. Boneless.
Felix held you against his chest, one arm locked around your waist while the other gently pushed your hair from your sweaty face. You could still feel him inside you, twitching with aftershocks, but he wasn’t moving now. Just keeping you close. Letting you breathe.
“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, his voice hoarse but gentle now.
You managed a nod—barely.
“Did so good,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “So fucking good for me.”
Your cheek pressed to his collarbone, heartbeat thudding wildly. You were exhausted, sore, thoroughly used—and so impossibly turned on by how soft he was suddenly being.
Then…
From down the hallway, a door creaked. A cautious footstep.
Felix grinned against your skin. “Thought I told them to shut the fuck up.”
You groaned. “Felix…”
“They heard every second of you begging,” he whispered proudly. “Bet they’ll mute their mics for the next week just to avoid hearing you again.”
Your face burned, burying into his neck. “You left the door open on purpose?”
“Maybe,” he smirked. “Next time, you gonna call me Bronze in front of the boys?”
“…No,” you muttered.
“What was that?”
You sighed, louder. “No, Felix.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He kissed your shoulder, easing you off his lap. His hands stayed on you, rubbing your back while he reached for a towel from his desk drawer—God help you, he had that shit ready.
As he helped you clean up, you glanced toward the door—still wide open.
“Do you think they saw—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Felix interrupted. “You’re mine. Let them hear it. Let them know.”
He tugged one of his oversized hoodies over your head, guiding your wobbly legs back into bed. Then he dropped a kiss to your thigh before climbing in behind you, arm draped over your waist.
“…Still wanna carry me next game?” he asked, lips brushing your ear.
You exhaled a laugh. “Not unless I want to die.”
“Smart girl.”
You didn’t say anything after that. Just lay there, chest rising and falling, still throbbing with aftershocks while Felix curled around you like he hadn’t just ruined you for life.
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Authors note: Finally wrote something about the “Bronze” issue 😂 Guys guys! I need those notes to go uppppp! Gimme the likes, reblogs and comments thank you!!! Look out for the other members on the masterlist
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