cw: [felix is a fuckboy but also a gentleman. inexperienced reader (not a virgin). corruption kink if you squint. one night stand dynamics. protected piv sex (always protect yourselves!!). dirty talk. clit play. masturbation (f). multiple rounds and positions. hair pulling. aftercare. female ejaculation if you squint. mentions of oral sex (f receiving). mentions of disappointing past sexual experiences (reader).]
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He notices you retrieving your hand and you blush, caught red-handed, quite literally.
“Were you trying to touch your pretty clit?” Felix smirks evilly, slowing his thrusts inside of you.
Your cheeks are burning.
“C’mon. Were you?”
You whine, missing the feeling of Felix’s cock hitting that spot that has your walls clenching around him repeatedly. It’s almost as if he wanted to tease you, and you feel insanely shy right now, unable to meet his lust filled eyes. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though, albeit slowly, excruciatingly so.
“Yes.”
You try to hide your face behind your hands but Felix stops you from doing so, wrapping his hand around your wrist, and then he uncovers your face. There’s something extremely intimate in his gesture, and he doesn’t know why he did it in the first place, but he can’t help but find you cute like that.
“Yeah?” He rhetorically asks, thrusting a bit harder inside of you, so unexpectedly it makes you yelp. “You were gonna make yourself cum on my cock? You were gonna make a mess on it, weren’t you?”
You avoid his gaze once more, now hiding your face in his neck. He holds you closer, fucks you harder. You’re so sweet and innocent and he was the one corrupting you and it felt incredibly hot to think.
“You’re so fucking cute,” he chuckles.
Then, he carefully slips his arm under your leg, and spreads your legs open. This way, he can see better where he is buried inside of you, and also allows you to touch yourself freely and in a more comfortable position.
“Do it. C’mon, do it,” Felix grunts, “touch yourself,” he encourages you.
He wants you to enjoy this as much as he is — which is a lot, and he wants to see you making yourself come for him. You are so fucking beautiful under him, that he’s somehow hypnotized.
You slowly move your hand back to where it previously was, a bit higher than where Felix is moving in and out of you. Of course, you’re quick to find the spot of your interest, but feel shy and vulnerable under Felix’s intense gaze.
“Theeeeere you go,” Felix breathes out, his low and deep voice makes you gasp, goosebumps all over your arms and legs, “there you go. I wanna see how good you’re feeling.”
You slowly, timidly, start stroking your clit. Felix lowers his gaze to look between your legs and grunts, fucking you not faster, but deeper instead.
“Feels good?”
You nod. “I want you to do it, though.”
Felix snaps his head up in your direction, pecks your lips. “I will touch you,” he promises, “but I want you to make yourself cum first. Then I’ll touch your pretty clit all you want. All night long if you want me to.”
With his promise reverberating in your mind, you find the motivation to rub yourself faster, albeit still kind of shyly, the same way you do at night when you find yourself alone in the comfort of your bed. Your orgasm feels right there, right around the corner — only a little bit more and you’ll be able to reach it. At the same time, it feels impossible to reach. Especially when he’s looking at you with those eyes, when he’s fucking you so deep and slow.
You fall back on the mattress, burying your face in your hands as a desperate, frustrated sob escapes your lips.
“I can’t. I can’t.”
Soon, you feel his hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.
“Of course you can. Just relax. You’re getting too much into your head,” he whispers on your lip with a relaxing and comforting tone. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
He guides your hand back between your legs with a delicacy no one ever showed before, encouraging you with his understanding eyes.
“Maybe you need more? More kisses? More dirty talk?” He asks, “tell me what you want.”
You avoid his gaze when you gasp out, “more dirty talk is okay.”
“Mhh, yeah?” Felix chuckles, “you want to know how good you’re making me feel? How hard I am just f’you?”
He’s like a dog unleashed now. Whispering, moaning, gasping out how your tight pussy feels, how wet you are, how he wants to keep fucking you all night long. His thrusts turn sloppy, the wet sound of him fucking you faster and deeper, mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin has your toes curling automatically.
“Gosh, I don’t want to stop fucking you,” he bites down on your collarbone, “you’re gonna make me come. Your tight little pussy is going to make me come so fucking hard.”
It brings you to the edge. You’re so close. He notices, by the way you throw your head back and start gasping for air as your own movements on your clit become rougher and inconsistent.
“Yeah. Yeah, like that,” Felix praises you, “good girl. You’re so good to me. Look so pretty when you’re coming f’me, yeeeah.”
He watches in awe as your whole body trembles and shakes with the force of your orgasm. He shouldn’t be so surprised, really, he’s watched countless of girls experience an orgasm with him. But right now, it’s like you’re a sight entirely new to him, and he can’t tear his eyes off you — couldn’t even if he wanted to, mesmerized by every single detail that involves you.
“You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Sweet pussy. Makes me wanna keep coming all night.”
Before he can fully realize it, he is coming, emptying himself inside the rubber with a choked gasp, stilling his movements as he comes. When he’s finished, his arms give out, and he lets himself collapse on top of you. It’s not something he usually does, and he’s not used to it. It feels intimate and weird at first, but the weirdness of it all vanishes as soon as you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer and bury your hand in his hair as he regains his breath.
You don’t go as far as kissing him, you know better than that, but you do think he might appreciate the aftercare. One night stands are a thing, but acting as an asshole during sex is another. And even though Felix isn’t usually the cuddly type with his hookups, he also knows this is your first time doing this, sleeping with a stranger, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, nor think of him as an asshole. So he, too, wraps his arm around your waist and buries his face into your neck.
“Was it… okay?”
You ask after a while, feeling kind of stupid and embarrassed by your very question. It’s a sensible question, though.
Felix lifts his body from yours, and the cold air hitting your skin makes you shiver. “Okay?” Felix repeats, his heart swells up when you nod timidly. “You know, I truly meant everything I was saying. It was amazing, really.”
“Are you sure?” A timid blush creeps up on your cheeks. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”
Felix looks down at you, bites his lip. You wince a little when you feel him pulling out of you, holding himself by the base so that the full condom doesn’t slip off. “Look at this, sweetheart,” his voice comes out nearly as a growl from how deep it is, “you made me come so much.”
There is, in fact, an obscene quantity of Felix’s cum trapped inside the latex. You feel kind of proud of yourself for that, if it’s really because of you. Maybe you shouldn’t believe the words of a fuckboy, but there’s something extremely convincing in the way he said it.
“You can tell me if it wasn’t anything special, you know…”
Felix smiles at you understandingly. He slips the condom off and ties a knot on it to avoid making a mess on the sheets. He’s lying down beside you a second later, kissing your lips. It takes off guard both you and him, the spontaneity of the gesture. Especially since it’s the first time your lips meet when you’re not having sex. It felt nice.
“It was good. Really good.” Felix promises. “Maybe you were a little shy at first, but we can work on that.”
You have a feeling that your cheeks are incandescent by now.
“Yeah. Sorry about that,” you lower your gaze to avoid meeting Felix’s eyes. “It’s been a while. Like, a long while.”
“It’s okay,” Felix’s warm voice soothes the awkward feeling inside your chest. “Did you like it?”
“God, yes,” it slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. “I mean— you know I don’t have much experience. In fact, I don’t have any experience since my ex and I only fucked twice and then that’s it,” you ramble on, “but yeah. It was, like, insanely good.”
Felix is now focused on another part of your rambling on.
“He only fucked you twice?"
“Hm mh. I had my first time with him. Kinda regret it now, but yeah. He fucked me once and then a second time a few weeks after. We broke up shortly after.”
“What the fuck?” Felix gasps. “No, like, seriously. What the fuck? I mean, not to be cocky and shit, but if I was your boyfriend, we’d never leave the bed.”
“Stop.”
You hide your face in your hands, and Felix chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer, resting his chin on your head.
“He only fucked you twice. Gosh, what a loser,” Felix comments, more to himself than to you. “I would literally fucking bend you over every surface of my room and fuck you until I have no cum left in my balls.”
You let out a tiny squeak, not used to hearing such vulgar words come out of somebody’s mouth when directed at you. But it feels nice to hear, especially because God, you’d let him do that. Is it possible that you trust him so much with your body and your pleasure? Felix is a stranger after all.
“I mean, you… you could do that… if you want…”
Felix’s brows raise. “Oh?” He teases, lifting your head by the chin to make your eyes meet his.
“Don’t make me say it again,” you whine, embarrassed by your own thoughts.
Thoughts on how good he felt when he was buried inside of you. Thought of how you want to feel him again, how you’d let him take you in every position that comes to his mind. There’s something of Felix that attracts you like a magnet, and you find yourself unable to resist his charm.
“No, no, no,” he grins devilishly, “if you want me to do it, I need you to say it.”
He loves the way he’s slowly starting to corrupt your innocence. While you’re not innocent physically speaking, because you’ve had sex before, you still are when it comes to dirty talk and vocalizing your wants. Felix loves that he’s the first man experiencing this new side of you. He loves to know that he’s the first you’re experimenting with him sexually wise.
“I… I want you to— don’t look at me! You’re making me shy,” you whine.
Felix smiles at you, then moves to kiss you on your neck.
“Fine. I won’t look at you when you say it.”
But it’s worse, because he starts kissing your neck so sensually, teasing you with every drag of his tongue against your skin that you find it impossible to focus on what you have to say. He licks and kisses your neck the same way he’d done to your pussy before, with the same urgency, the same want as he presses himself between your thighs, semi-hard already, his pubic hair brushing against your skin.
“I want— gosh, Felix, you…”
His kisses move from your neck to the valley of your chest. He cups one of your breasts and sucks a nipple inside of his hot mouth, rolling his tongue against it, making you gasp out for air. He blows cold air on it and you tug at his hair.
“C’mon, sweetheart… say it,” he sucks it back inside his mouth, lapping at your most sensitive area as he grinds on you.
“I want you to… bend me over and fuck me.”
He presses against you harder, rougher. Then he pulls back to look at you and you suddenly feel shy.
“With pleasure.”
Felix thinks it’s impossible to be this cute and hot as the same time like you are. He feels the urge to fuck you and blow your mind as he makes you feel a pleasure you’ve never experience before, but he also feels the need to hug you and cuddle you and just keep you in his arms. He’s not the type to do the latter, though— not anymore. All he’s got to offer now is sex and a fun night, nothing more. He’s done with all that relationship bullshit. Opening his heart to someone, making himself vulnerable and for what?
He immediately notices how you become shy the minute he kneels on the bed, right in front of you, already hard and shameless.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
You’re not exactly lying to him, no. You’re just omitting your insecurities— that’s a whole different thing. Felix doesn’t think the same, apparently.
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” he gently tapped on your knee, “you don’t have to say yes just because I want to.”
You don’t want him to misunderstand your silence.
“No, no, it’s not that. I want to do it, but I’m kind of nervous.”
“Nervous? Why?”
You sigh, “I don’t know… I’m scared I’ll just end up embarrassing myself… I’ve never done this before.”
Felix finds you the cutest.
“I’m sure you won’t embarrass yourself. And even if you do, I’m not an asshole— I won’t make you feel bad about it.”
You have got a feeling that God did indeed create the perfect man — Felix. And of course he would make him an emotionally unavailable fuckboy.
“Are you sure?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, forgetting that you’re having this conversation while both butt naked, you lying on his bed and him kneeling on the mattress with his cock out.
“Believe it or not I’m a gentleman.”
You somehow believe him. After all, when you first saw him, you didn’t get the impression that he was some obnoxious fuckboy— you thought he was a sweet, shy man who also happened to be incredibly handsome. And then he’d approached to you and was honest with you, you appreciated that. Whatever happened after that was very, very much wanted by the two of you.
It’s a matter of seconds before he has you on your knees, chest pressed on the mattress and Felix behind you with his fingers on your hips. He enters you slowly, listening carefully to any sound you make — gasps, whimpers, if you wince or hiss in discomfort. He feels much bigger from this position, and Felix knows you’re already sore, so he doesn’t want to push your limits.
But you really crave him, and you’re so wet, and he slides inside effortlessly, filling you up to the brim until his hips meet your ass.
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he bites his lip. “Can I pull your hair?”
You grip the sheets and nod, your hips moving to accommodate Felix’s movements and to meet his hips as well. “Yes. You can— pull it.”
“Aren’t you perfect?” Felix grunts. You think he’s asking a rhetorical question, more to himself than to you, so you just ignore him. “Sweet tight pussy taking me so fucking well. You’re fucking creaming around me, holy sh—”
Talking dirty comes as natural as breathing to Felix. You’ve experienced the benefits on your body. His voice makes you become instantly wet, and his words really do the trick, nearly pushing you off the edge.
“Felix…”
“Wait— wait f’me, sweetheart. Gotta fuck you nice and deep, huh? Gotta— make you— mine.”
He fucks you hard. Not fast, just really deep thrusts inside of you that make your toes curl. You’re nothing but a panting and moaning mess for him.
“There you go. You’re taking me so well, fuck…”
He hunches over you, presses his body flush on yours until you both fall on the mattress into a position that’s kinda like missionary, except you’re lying on your tummy and you’re not facing each other. You like this new position. You feel confident enough to start moving your hips to encourage Felix’s movements.
Felix intertwines your fingers with his. He reaches his climax with a choked grunt, in your ear, and fills up the second condom.
You reach your own high, as well, by the friction caused by Felix’s rough trust and your clit against the material of his bedsheets. Felix insists you might’ve experienced some sort of female ejaculation, because there’s a small patch of… something wet on his sheets.
You’re too embarrassed to speak, but Felix smiles at you and pulls you closer, crashing his lips on yours, telling you repeatedly how cute you are.
—
The third time he fucks you, his back is resting against the mattress and your body is pressed on his as he thrusts slowly inside of you.
Felix’s bedroom reeks awfully of sex, and your bodies are now shiny with sweat after three rounds in a row. This time, however, feels much different than the previous two. It’s a bit more intimate now, with Felix’s hands all over you and his lips on yours. He licks into your mouth, grunts as you sink down on him once more.
“Feels good?” He asks, breathless, eyes staring right into yours.
His hair is all messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead. Still, he looks gorgeous.
“So good.”
He fucks you and holds you close and makes you cum exactly like that— with his cock buried deep inside of you and his arms around your waist, your foreheads pressed together. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good when sleeping with a complete stranger.
Then, the funniest thought pops up in your head — you blame the post-orgasmic state you’re in. Despite technically being a stranger, Felix doesn’t quite feel like one. Within the span of three hours you’ve shared more with him than you had with your ex whom you’d dated for a few months.
He’s gentle when he pulls out, heads to the bathroom only to come back with a wet towel in his hand. He gently starts to wipe you between your legs, delicate and slow when you wince, sore.
“How are you feeling?”
Thoughtful and caring. Not only is he incredibly hot and a sex God. Felix is also thoughtful and caring. He is willing to provide a complete stranger who was supposed to be nothing but a hookup pretty good aftercare. With the way things are going, it’s better if you leave his apartment as soon as possible if you don’t want to start catching feelings for him.
But Felix doesn’t let you, no.
“I’m alright. My legs feel funny, though.”
He lies down beside you.
“Mh, yeah, I figured,” he smiles at you. “I didn’t hurt you, though, did I?”
“You didn’t, it was perfect.”
And it was.
You hated that you felt that kind of connection there with Felix, because it kind of stings to know that nothing can ever happen between you and him— not in the way you want it to happen. Maybe Felix would be okay with hooking up from time to time, but that’s not something you want, you’re sure of that. You yearn for intimacy and connection on a deeper, emotional level, and while the sex with Felix is something out of this world… it is not enough.
“Something on your mind?”
You thought you could hide your emotions a little bit better than that. Or maybe Felix is just exceptionally good at reading others, who knows.
“Not really,” you lie, “my brain is all fuzzy.”
He seems to buy it.
You think he’s going to ask you to leave any second now. After all, that’s all you’re here for, aren’t you? You are his conquest for the night, and maybe you have overstayed your welcome at his house. You’re prepared for the worst possible outcome.
You definitely weren’t ready for a fourth — and final, round, but you’re not complaining.
He takes you right there. He’s got you in missionary once more, but it feels nothing like the first time. Everything feels so much better now. The first time he fucked you were shy and nervous and kept overthinking every little thing. Right now, though… it’s slow and sensual and messy, and you’re both tired and clinging onto each other desperately. There’s no rush this time, neither of you is impatient.
Whispers of praise is all that comes out of Felix’s lips. He keeps telling you how hot you are, how good you’re making him feel, how he can’t get enough of you. The praise is not even that dirty right now, it’s mostly wholesome, and you’re scared it’s starting to fuck with your head. This feels almost like making love…
Felix presses all of himself deep inside of you as he comes, filling up the fourth condom. You’re impressed by his stamina and feel definitely a whole lot more confident in yourself for turning him on that much. He makes you come, too, then rests his body on yours, tired and spent.
“Wait, I have to get you another towel,” he tries to speak but the words come out kind of slurred from how tired he is.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I can just clean myself up with the towel you gave me earlier. It’s still wet and pretty much clean.”
“Mhhkay,” he yawns. You see his eyes flutter shut and you can’t believe how cute he looks right now. “Thank you f’ trusting me,” he mumbles, sounding already half asleep. “’M just resting my eyes. ‘M not fallin’ asleep…”
You’re surprised when he wraps his arm tighter around you and pulls your body closer.
You’re not stupid, you’re very much aware you’re not supposed to stay the night. Although you’re not exactly experienced in the hookup field, you do know the basics — that’s just how things go. You vow to only regain your breath and the proper functioning of your hips and legs and then you’ll go.
It’s incredible the way Felix manages to look breathtaking even when he’s asleep. He truly is perfect. Angelic features, combined with a charming personality and amazing skills in bed. From what you’ve discovered so far, he’s also a pretty decent, respectful human being with a functioning brain.
What a shame it is, that he doesn’t do relationships…
—
Felix didn’t mean to fall asleep. He swears he was just resting his eyes…
When he wakes up, something’s different than the night before. It takes him a while to figure out what it is, but when he does, an upsetting feeling invades all of his senses. You’re not beside him. You’re nowhere in sight, actually.
Felix sits up on the bed to take a better look around the room, but you aren’t there. Your clothes aren’t on the floor anymore and your bag is also gone.
He should be relieved, though, shouldn’t he? He got what he wanted — he got to hook up, and the sex was amazing. So yeah, he got laid and now he’s back to his everyday, ordinary life.
He shouldn’t be upset. Why is he upset?
A part of him is disappointed in himself that he wasn’t a gentleman and didn’t make sure you got home safely. He literally passed out the night before and didn’t even hear you get up and leave the house. He truly hopes you’re alright.
Another part of him, though… yeah, that’s the part of him that would’ve liked it if you’d stayed the night. That’s the part of him that would’ve loved to wake up in your arms, or for you to wake up in his. It’s that part that makes Felix think it really sucks that you’re nowhere to be found. Fuck, he didn’t even get your number — forget it, he doesn’t even know your full name. Why is he so upset, then?
Felix doesn’t do relationship. He hasn’t been in a relationship in a long while and he most definitely isn’t looking for one.
Although he must to admit, at least to himself, that last night, with you… it was strange. It wasn’t like the sex he usually has with those random girls who only want him for his body and then that’s it. Maybe it’s a bit delusional of him to think that, but Felix kind of thinks that he felt a connection to you while you were sleeping together. Even the sex was different. It wasn’t just purely fucking to get off, and it wasn’t even, like, super kinky or anything. In fact, it was probably the most slow and passionate and intimate sex he’s had in a long while.
You were different.
Yes, cliché. He knows how this may sound. He slept with countless of people before and then bam! One night he goes out, meets the umpteenth girl, brings her home and suddenly realizes she’s different. It sounds ridiculous even to himself, but that’s just how things are. He can lie to everyone else, but he can’t lie to himself. There was something different in you and that’s a fact.
Maybe it was the way you’d looked at him with those innocent eyes at the club. Maybe it was the way you’d trusted him with your body and your pleasure, allowed him to be the one to do certain things to you. Felix thinks there’s more than that. He’d also felt it while he was having sex with you, the way you had looked at him, the way you had spoken to him… and the aftercare, too. It’s not something two strangers do so intimately. Lying in the bed next to someone else and hug them, craving their skin on his, was something Felix never experienced before.
And of course you’d disappear without a trace. Not even a single hand-written note saying ‘It was fun!’ or something like that. Felix leaves those kind of notes, sometimes— when his hookups are already asleep and he’s just about to leave. He does it so that the girls don’t feel bad about what they did, but also because that way Felix himself doesn’t feel like a complete asshole towards them.
Now here he is. In his empty bedroom, with the covers that still smell like you and the memories of the night you had shared. Is it weird that he wants to see you again? See where this feeling in his chest leads him to?
“Listen, I’ve gotta be honest. I don’t do relationships, I’m not that kind of guy. A night is all I can offer you.”
That’s what he had said to you. That’s what he said to all the girls before you.
You were unique even in your response.
“Maybe a night is all I want.”
He lies there, reminiscing how the past night went. From the hungry kisses in the backseats of the cab and some inappropriate touching, to the way you’d stopped him right from eating you out in the middle of his living room.
You’d looked at him with the same innocent eyes, and said, “I know I acted all confident and stuff back at the club, but… this is actually my first time doing this.”
And Felix had nearly fainted, looking at you with wide, surprised eyes. “Wait… are you… a virgin?”
You’d let out a tiny squeak. “No! That’s not what I meant! I meant it as in — it’s my first time doing this with someone I just met.”
He remembers the way he’d felt inside. How his fingers were shaking as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. He remembers the slow, passionate kisses that followed, and how you ended up on his bed.
Felix’s mind goes back to when he undressed you, and then you him. How he’d taken his time kissing every inch of your body as he removed every piece of clothing covering your skin. He remembers how shy you looked when he gave you head. If he focuses hard enough, Felix is sure he can still taste you in his mouth. The way you fell apart onto his tongue, pulling his hair gently as not to hurt him… he shivers at the memory.
He remembers how nervous you looked when he was about to enter you. How you’d avoided his gaze and whispered, “I’m sorry if you’ll hate this with me. I don’t have much experience…” And how he’d kissed you and reassured you he could never hate it.
And the rest… well, is kinda history.
Felix sighs, draping an arm over his eyes as he accepts defeat. He’s sure he’s never going to see you again. He knows nothing about you except for your name, but for what he knows you could’ve made that up. It was the first time he saw you and you had told him that you’re not the type to go out at parties or hang out in bars. Hence, he’s probably truly never seeing you again. That’s too bad.
With a grunt, he forces himself into the shower, still unable to stop thinking about you.
—
Ten days later, he’s still thinking of you.
Two weeks later, he dreams of the night he had with you. Everything felt exactly as it did the night you’d stayed at his place. He could feel your touch on his skin vividly, as if you were in the same room, next to him. Except you aren’t, and the memories of you and what you and Felix did are the only things left to him.
Three weeks later, he goes to the same bar, hoping to find you there. He doesn’t. Nobody knows who you are apparently. Well, to be fair Felix only gave a description of your general physical appearance, but it’s hard to find someone whose full name you don’t even know.
One month later, he decides it’s best if he gave up. And he does.
—
Six weeks later, he sees you again.
His friend Chris had insisted to have breakfast in that coffee place downtown for the longest time, and that morning, Felix caved in and, rolling his eyes, he had accepted. Only to walk in and freeze in his tracks, caught in a trance starring… you.
You — wearing a green apron with the logo of the coffee shop embroidered on it. You — with your hair put neatly, so that it doesn’t fall on your eyes whilst you take orders. You — with the brightest smile on your face as you speak to an old couple, writing down their order on your paper block.
You.
“Felix? You alright, mate?”
Chris elbows him, showing concern for his friend.
“It’s her.” It comes out in a whisper.
“Huh?”
“The girl. The one I met at that club. C’mon, I told you about her!”
Chris’ expression changes all of a sudden.
“The girl?” He asks in disbelief.
“Huh. Her. She works here, apparently.”
You haven’t noticed Felix yet. After all, you’re across the room, and he’s completely out of your sight, but Felix can’t take his eyes off you. You’re so different than the last time he saw you.
Today, your makeup is a lot more natural, your clothes less revealing, but you look stunning nonetheless. In Felix’s eyes, you’re even more beautiful.
“Ah. You’re gonna talk to her?” Chris asks, and Felix doesn’t know what to say.
Of course he wants to talk to you, but… what is he even gonna say?
Should he pretend he didn’t spend the last weeks trying to forget about you? Pretend he didn’t run to the bar and asked about everyone if they knew anything about you? After all, he still isn’t sure why he was so desperate to find you again…
But now he did, and this was his chance. It’s all up to him.
“I don’t know…”
Chris frowns. “You don’t know? I thought you liked her?”
Liked… that would be… what, an understatement? Felix feels kind of ridiculous. He’s intrigued by you, yes, and hasn’t been able to sleep properly since that night because thoughts of you are always plaguing his brain, but…
What kind of wishful thinking is this, that you too still think about him and that night?
“I— do I? I mean, we slept together but— we didn’t really talk. She’s practically a stranger…”
“A stranger who caught your interest, though. That gotta mean something, man.”
Does it?
It does, Felix is sure of that. But he’s scared. He doesn’t do relationships, it’s just how he’s built. Commitment is scary, and the possibility of getting his heart broken is something he does not want to think of. But… you caught his interest in a way no one has ever done before.
And that scares him even more than all that fear-of-commitment bullshit.
“I’ll… I think I’ll go talk to her.”
Chris smiles at his friend encouragingly.
—
In the middle of the chaos that is the coffee shop this morning, amongst all those voices, you hear someone call out your name.
You recognize the voice. God, how could you ever forget it?
Your knees buckle as you turn around.
“Hi.”
He speaks first. You take a moment to look at him. He’s exactly like you remembered.
You nearly drop the paper block and pen. Your kneels buckle as you stare at the man in front of you, so different than that night, yet the same. The same cute freckles decorating his cheeks, the same perfect little nose, the same blond hair kept half up half down. The same lips you kissed so many times whilst he made you his between his bedsheets.
“Felix…”
It’s almost like one of those scenes you see in movies — where everything stops and nothing else exists beside the main characters, staring into each’s eyes.
Seeing Felix again is not something you saw coming. In fact, you were convinced you were never going to see him again after that night. You don’t know how to react.
“I’m… uh, how… how are you?”
It’s as if you were paralyzed, staring at him as if Felix were an hologram, the product of your imagination. But it’s not your imagination playing tricks on you, and you’ve got tables to serve. Your coworker snaps her fingers at you to get your attention.
“I’m… I’ve been… I’ve got a table to serve.”
This is definitely not the kind of answer Felix was hoping for, but what was he expecting? You’re working, after all. You shouldn’t drop everything for him, and he respects that. But what if… what if you hate him? What if you don’t want anything to do with him?
“Right…”
You’re out of his sight in a matter of seconds, leaving him with a gut-wrenching feeling pervading his whole body. Maybe he already had his chance and he blew it, and he won’t get another one.
“Felix?”
Your sweet voice snaps him out of his spiral of negative thoughts. His head snaps up to look at you, in front of him, with your beautiful eyes now filled with nervousness.
“Yes?”
You fidget with the hem of your apron.
“My break starts in half an hour,” you tell him. “If you… have something you want to tell me, we can talk then.”
Felix’s heartbeat picks up its pace. Yes. Yes. Of course he’ll wait. He’ll wait until you finish your entire shift if it’s the only chance he has to talk to you. After all, he’s been waiting for this moment for over a month, what difference is half an hour more gonna make?
“I’ll wait.”
—
Chris, Felix’s friend, decides to wait outside. Decides would be an understatement, given that Felix practically shoved him out the coffee shop as soon as he saw you take off your apron and tell something to your colleague.
And now Felix is alone, sitting at his table, kicking his leg and reminding himself to breathe in and out as he tries to organize his thoughts into coherent sentences.
“Hey,” you mumble as you approach him, “sorry for making you wait. Mornings are always super busy.”
“It’s okay. It’s— I had nothing to do anyway. It’s okay, really.”
You smile at him.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
Felix nods. After all, this is just a coincidence.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here either,” he admits. “My friend’s been wanting to take me here for months.”
“Right…”
Felix sighs. He looks at you and remembers all the time he spent replaying that night into his brain, memories forced into a loop he wasn’t able to stop.
“You know. I’m glad he dragged me here. I’ve been… looking for you,” he confesses.
“You have?” You frown.
Felix nods. “Please, don’t think I’m a creep. It’s just— I tried looking for you at the club we met. Asked about you…”
You’re even more confused now. “Oh… why?”
This is not how Felix imagined the conversation going, but what was he expecting?
He looks into your eyes, and his heart skips a beat. “I was hoping I’d find you again.”
“Felix…”
“You left without saying goodbye. You— you didn’t leave a note or… say anything. You just disappeared.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“I thought… that’s how one night stands worked?”
And you’re not exactly wrong. Felix himself did that a few times. So why does it sting so fucking bad?
“I— you’re right… it’s just… I keep replaying that night in my head. I just…”, he pauses, takes a deep breath as he looks you in the eye, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your eyes widen. Your fingers and hands tremble. Could this mean that… perhaps…
“Felix, what…”
“Go out with me,” he blurts out, taking you off guard.
You sigh.
“Listen, Felix, I…” you swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to phrase your thoughts. “That night was… amazing. But I’m at a point in my life where I… I think I want more than just casual sex. I think I want a relationship, something serious.”
There’s an alarm going off inside Felix’s head. It’s that part of him that he’s terrified of commitment. It’s that part of him that’s screaming to get up and run, the part of him that’s telling him that he’s not made for a relationship.
But the feeling inside his heart is telling him something entirely different. It’s a new feeling, something Felix is not used to. It’s another part of him, telling him that you’re worth it, that it’s the right decision.
“I want something serious, too. I think…”
You look into his eyes. Felix sees the uncertainty. He’s expecting rejection.
“You said you don’t do relationships…”
Felix is met with the reality of his words and actions, and it stings way more than it should.
“I know. But you’re stuck in my brain. I’ve tried to forget about you, and nothing worked. That’s gotta mean something, right?”
You stare into his eyes and he looks and sounds sincere. You have mixed feelings about this. Part of you is happy to see Felix again, because you too haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. But there’s another part of you who’s scared to get hurt. That’s the part that’s stopping you from listening to your heart and giving in.
“I suppose it does…” you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’ve… been thinking about you, too.”
Felix’s eyes lit up.
“You have?”
You nod. “I guess that night felt like something more than just a hookup. That’s why I’m a bit scared.”
“I’m scared, too,” Felix destroys the walls he’s spent years building. “I’m not good with feelings. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship, but that night with you meant something to me, too. It felt different than just a hookup.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the memory of the way Felix had looked at you as he fucked you. The way he’d touched you with such care and reverence. The way he’d held you afterwards. Maybe this is the right thing to do… maybe you should trust your gut.
“It felt different for me, too.”
Felix smiles. Inside of him, it feels as if something has just healed. His whole body is pervaded by calm and peace.
“I know I said I don’t do relationships… but there’s something about you that makes me want to try.”
“Maybe we should take it slow. Know each other before jumping right into a relationship.”
Felix’s body relaxes a little as he realizes you’re right. You’re right. You’re in no rush.
“That sounds… perfect, actually,” he smiles. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime soon?”
Pairing: Lee Felix x afab!reader x Hwang Hyunjin; established polyamorous relationship; everyone is a horny switch, but only Felix and reader engage in sexual acts here
Synposis: Just a quiet evening in your shared apartment. You're watching the World Cup, until you aren't
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex; consensual exhibitionism, they tease the hell out of Hyunjin; creampie (implied)
Word count: ~3.1K
Attention, folks. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. This is in no way meant to depict Felix and Hyunjin irl, their real life persona that we don’t really know. I know we think we do know them pretty well from watching countless hours of content, but even then, this fiction as well as everything we consider them to be (cute, lovely, adorable, hot etc) is still our PROJECTION. Let’s all take our delulu pills before we proceed, okay? (Take one after you finish too, you will need it, I promise)
Also, please excuse any awkward phrasing… English is not my first language
You've been waiting for this since the last World Cup ended - when, drunk on the feeling of being part of something much bigger than you, being part of this movement that gathered millions around the globe and made them hold their breath and shout in unison - you swore you'd watch every World Cup after that. Just to be part of it again. And okay, maybe football was not as boring as you had deemed it out of spite years ago, when you were pissed off at your dad for ignoring you during a match. He was just super focused, that's all. In the meantime, you had come to appreciate the game too, the technical skill of some of the players, the elegance of others as they danced on the field, dodging their opponents. Even the drama that sometimes ensued from it. Even the conspiration theories, all of it.
The opening match didn't have that much personal significance for you, but you were nonetheless impressed with Mexico's performance, stealing glances at the TV while completing some tasks for work on your laptop. With the second match of the group some hours away still, you decided to concentrate on the project you were working on, to get some real progress done, so that you could give the match your full attention. So much so, that the fact your beloved, sweet, caring, goofy boyfriends might want to be a part of your evening plan completely slipped your mind.
Thirty minutes before it was set to begin, you confined yourself to your shared bedroom, intent on getting as much as possible done until the last minute. You heard the guys coming home and taking off their shoes, shouting greetings into the empty living room. Not long after, they carefully opened the door to check on you.
"Still working, sweetheart?" Felix asked in a low voice, the corners of his eyes creased from his smile.
"Yep, trying to finish this. I really want to get it done with soon," you explained.
"I see. Well, we will set up the table, come eat when you're done, okay?"
"We brought Thai," Hyunjin added over Felix’s shoulder, lifting his eyebrows suggestively. You loved Thai. They knew you loved Thai.
The task you were working on, though, it had completely different plans. Now that you had more reasons to want to finish fast, it had more reasons to be a pain in the ass. The match was set to start in a couple of minutes, and you were looking at possibly one more hour of work here.
Groaning in frustration, you opened a new tab on your browser to have the match playing in the background, at least. It was important too, South Korea was playing.
You spent the entire first half of the game struggling with work, figuring something out only to have two more loose ends appear out of nowhere, and with a concerning amount of tossing on the bed. The door opened slightly, letting a sliver of light from the living room in.
"Not done yet?" Felix asked with a pout. He looked so cute you wanted to drop the stupid task right then and there and do whatever he wanted for the rest of the evening.
Instead of using words, you just sighed and slumped your shoulders. He understood and closed the door just as quietly as he had opened it.
You used the halftime break to really get some punches in it. You were making progress. Just a little more and you'd be able to log off for the evening, content instead of guilty. The break ended, the match picking up again. Both teams looked determined. The crowd and commenters were much louder now, and it kept distracting you. Before you realized, you had switched to the match tab and watched them play for a good ten minutes.
With concentration out the window, you decided to give up and finish tomorrow. Lying on your back, you stretched your legs and allowed yourself to relax. You thought you should go eat, but found the softness of the mattress and the excitement of the game simply too alluring. You allowed yourself to linger a bit.
Soon enough, the other team scored. You heard a noise from the living room, sounding very much like a disappointed Hyunjin. You should check on them, go say hi properly and eat with them. You were going to. Any minute now.
As if on cue, Felix opened the door again and entered, barely, stopping in the threshold. He looked a bit concerned.
"Hey love, can I come in?"
"Yes, Lix, I'm done. Just closed the tabs," you explained.
He closed the door behind him, enveloping the bedroom in darkness once more, except from the glow of your laptop's screen.
"I was worried maybe we're being too loud out there," he admitted.
"No, you were not." You gave him a tired smile. "I barely registered you were there."
"Phew," he sighed dramatically, a little flourish straight of Hyunjin’s book. Such habits had rubbed off on him after spending years together. He sat next to your extended legs, putting his weight on his left hand and resting the right one on your leg, below your knee.
Your shorts had ridden up your thighs a long time ago, but you couldn't care less. You were comfortable.
The commenters shouted something when a striker missed the goal post. His eyes immediately shot to the screen.
"Oh, you're watching it too?"
"Yes, I've been distracted..." you admitted with a guilty grin.
He let out a quiet chuckle, his thumb lazily tracing slow circles against your skin.
"Distracted, huh?" he repeated, his thoughts immediately racing to a different place. His hand was caressing with a featherlight touch, and it made you gasp and hold your breath, sending goosebumps all over.
He scooted closer to you, still facing you and the headboard instead of the screen.
"Not hungry?" he asked, his fingers now gliding smoothly across your jawline, before delicately lifting your chin. He leaned in ever so slightly, tilting his head, eyes searching yours.
A smug smile appeared. Clearly enjoying his effect on you, he didn’t wait for a response.
"Because I am..."
You couldn't really follow the match anymore with him so close, demanding your attention. You were looking straight at his pretty, freckled face, trying to steady your heartbeat that had gone racing in a concerningly short amount of time.
You should've known. You should've guessed the little vixen was not talking about bodily nourishment right now. Not discussing dinner while eyeing you with heavy eyelids. But a part of you, the part that always wanted to see the happiest possible version of Lixxie at all costs, immediately felt a pang of guilt.
"Oh, were you waiting for me...?"
He didn't answer. He looked down at your lips for a fraction of a second, then back up into your eyes and let out an amused snort. Immediately after, he pressed his lips onto yours. His hand moved into your hair, holding the back of your head. No space for you to retreat. He pressed his lips harder, making you gasp. He took advantage of that too. You felt the wetness of his tongue along with his bottom lip, sliding against yours. You parted your lips, inviting him in, moving both hands on his shoulders, then his neck. What Lix wants, Lix gets, no questions.
Just as you were losing track of your surroundings, a loud cheer erupted from the living room.
"Hell yeah!!! Felix!! You missed it!" Hyunjin shouted.
That made both you and Felix laugh into your kiss, then glance sideways at the screen. Korea had just evened the score.
"1-1," you said.
"Yeah," Felix agreed, immediately turning to focus right back on you. He used his hand to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to his lips, while his other hand abandoned supporting his weight and came to grip your waist. His touch there was hot, a bit possessive. He started working on your neck, finding your pulse, at first placing open mouthed kisses on it, then straight up licking and sucking on it. Your breathing came harder now, and you whimpered at the sensation.
"Lix..."
"Yes, pretty?" he whispered on your neck.
"Mhmmm, Lix..." you tried to gather your thoughts. "Maybe we should..."
His hand had been slowly descending from your waist now and his knuckles were gently brushing your lower stomach now, a pleasant ticklish sensation right above the thin shorts.
"Mhm?" he stopped for a second to look into your eyes. His were blown, completely dark now. "You want to go eat now?" he asked, amusing himself. He knew damn well that was not it.
"Mno... that's not it," you said and pouted unconsciously. To be honest, you felt just a bit guilty, knowing Hyunjin was completely oblivious in the next room.
"No?" he mocked your tone in a honey sweet tone of his own. Then he leaned in and placed another peck on your lips. This vixen.
That was it. What a brilliant idea. Instead of letting Lix have all the fun, you could do it together. Why wouldn’t you be a vixen, too.
You smirked. He looked a bit taken aback, quirked an eyebrow.
"I have an idea."
"Oh?"
"Let's take this to the couch," you said, holding his gaze, your turn to quirk an eyebrow. A bright, mischievous smile appeared on his face.
He leaned in once more. "Mhmm, I like that." One more lingering kiss. Then he straightened and hopped off the bed.
Hyunjin remained oblivious as you two joined him the living room. You thought he spared you a half-second glance as he said "Hi, baby! Done? Felix, we scored. You missed it," and turned back to the TV.
But that was only going to work in your favor. You reached the couch, and Felix dropped his body next to Hyunjin's, leaning back on it, arms stretched on its backrest. You decided to skip some steps you'd already gone through, and sat on his lap right way.
Hyunjin noticed with his peripheral vision, and threw you a side-glance, eyebrow raised in question, slightly amused. That too lasted less than two seconds, before the flow of the match pulled him back in. Korea was currently advancing on the opposing goal post, the crowd going wild. Hyunjin was exhilarated.
You looked at Felix and he smirked in complicity. You lifted off him again and threw your leg on the other side of his thighs, straddling him. Then you leaned in and caught Felix's lips in a hungry kiss. He responded instantly, moaning. The movement had made you grind on him and you could feel him getting harder by the second. You felt how wet you were too. Apparently, he thought about it too, because he moved his hand to cup you through your shorts, to feel you, making you break the kiss with a gasp.
That made Hyunjin finally register that things were happening, right next to him. He looked over just in time to see the kiss break, but he was leaning forward towards the TV, so he couldn't see your hands. He didn’t get the full picture. He just laughed, thinking you two were sharing a quick make out session after spending the day apart.
“Guys," he just giggled, then the TV got him again.
You kept going. You tapped Felix's arm and grabbed the hem of his tank top. He helped you pull it off, then the two of you did the same with yours. He let out a low mix of a whimper and a groan, hands coming up to grab your breasts and massage them. He looked up with his dark eyes, making you squirm and hold another breath. You were already so turned on it was ridiculous. You decided to go straight for it and used your thighs to raise your upper body, hands going to his sweatpants, tugging and pulling. Every movement was rushed, reckless. He raised his hips too and helped you slide them off, underwear along with them. His hard-on sprang free, hitting his abdomen. You couldn't wait, so much that you decided to just grab the thin, soft material of your shorts and just pull it to the side. He was just as desperate now, and helped you hold it there as you aligned him with yourself.
Registering all that movement, Hyunjin looked over just in time to see you taking Felix in, in one go, both frowning and gasping against each other's mouths. He froze. He was completely stunned with shock, then hit with a wave of heat himself as he processed the image in front of him.
“H-Hey?” He tried in a trembling voice. “Guys, we were watching this… what are you even… when…”
He watched you two crash lips in another desperate kiss, as you raised your hips and then lowered yourself again on Felix. The blonde’s hands gripped your hips hard. The image was so erotic, Hyunjin could feel himself getting harder instantly; along with a pang of jealousy, a fear of missing out, a trace of envy. Was he envying you for having the blonde’s attention when they were supposed to watch the match, or Felix for getting to be inside you right now? He couldn’t tell; he loved it though. It was waking him up, making his blood run.
Your moans were so distracting, making him turn and touch you, both of you, a hand on a waist here, on a thigh there. He could feel your desperation, your lust crawling onto him, enveloping him the same cloud of desire.
He looked at you, sensually moving your hips, although with a hint of rush and desperation; at your head dipping back, exposing your neck.
He looked at Felix’s fucked out face, at the slight crease between the eyebrows, the thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead and neck.
As if feeling him, you both opened your eyes and looked at him right then, taunting him.
God, you were so beautiful and sexy; such nasty little things and he wanted in, now.
Right as his composure broke, a loud shriek erupted from the TV, enough to break even your rhythm for a moment. The commenters were shouting; the crowd was delirious. Hyunjin’s head snapped that way. A sea of people wearing red appeared on the screen, shouting, crying, dancing in delight. Korea scored again, and he missed it. Too preoccupied with you two, he completely missed his team’s second goal. Once more, he wore an expression of pure shock and indignation.
A giggle escaped you, and Felix looked over too and laughed. Then, his hand went straight into your hair to pull your focus back onto him, to which you instantly gave in.
“Don’t laugh!! I missed it too now!” Hyunjin whined, now enduring a different kind of pain.
Felix laughed again. “But we’re winning, love. Smile,” he winked and grabbed you for another messy, open-mouthed kiss.
He also decided to lift his hips to drive up into you, to help you regain your rhythm, and made you moan, loud.
Hyunjin looked at you two again, dejected. “But I feel like I’m the only one losing…”
You laughed into your kiss, right before Felix hit the right angle, and turned it into another moan.
You both sped up your rhythm again, feeling the tension build up to mind numbing levels.
“Are you guys seriously doing this without me? Right here?” Hyunjin complained again.
You broke the kiss to look at your other boyfriend. “Be thankful. We almost did it without you right in there,” you vaguely nodded towards the bedroom, “ten minutes ago.” The look on his face upon hearing that made everything ten times more satisfying.
Just then, Felix laughed, then stared him down while dragging his tongue on your neck. He also made sure to angle his hips that way again. Hyunjin was absolutely speechless by this point; you on the other hand, couldn’t be louder. You were sure Hyunjin would remember not only the image, but the moans you made for a very long time. That they would haunt him in his sleep tonight.
“Ahhh, fuck, Lix… I think I’m-” you breathed on Felix’s lips, as he gave you everything.
“Me too, love,” he said right back, voice deep and raspy. “Me too. Let’s give Jinnie something to watch instead, yeah, babe?”
You nodded, lips brushing his. He kept one of the hands still in your hair, keeping you close, and brought the other to grab your breast possessively. He wanted to kiss you, wanted to lick and bite your neck, to intoxicate your senses and make you lose your mind.
You wanted to grab his arms, his shoulders, his hair and make him whimper into your mouth, to rest your hands on his chest and feel his heartbeat.
You swiveled your hips one, two, three more times, then he lowered his hands onto your hips. He hit it right again and sent you over the edge, crashing and trembling and moaning out loud, mouth open, gasping for air, head thrown back. He followed with a low whine-turned-groan, the hottest shit you’ve ever heard on Earth. He rested his hands on your hips, keeping you there, both your breathing and his in need of settling back down before you could move.
You slowly straightened your neck and rested your forehead on his.
“I liked that…” you managed between breaths. “A lot.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, then went in to steal a kiss. “Brilliant idea, love.”
Hyunjin, finally catching a break from everything he had to endure on all fronts, caught that immediately.
“Idea?”
You both exchanged a look and pretended to be busy fixing each other’s hair for comical effect.
“Were you trying to torture me on purpose just now?”
“No, of course not-”
“Guilty-”
You exchanged another look and burst into laughter.
Then you both turned to Hyunjin, deciding that was probably enough teasing already.
But you had expected to see something else entirely.
“The match is over,” he informed you, sounding way less upset now.
He was eyeing you both with intense interest now, and as you followed the movement of his arm downward towards his hand you saw he was palming himself through his pants.
✦ Summary - Felix is fed up with your game of cat and mouse and decides to flip the script for good.
✦ CW - Unprotected piv, Breeding kink, Degradation, Spanking (for like a second), Possessive Lix, [let me know if I missed anything♡ ]
✦ A/N - Writing jealous dom Felix was a bit harder than I thought. I hope I did it well! I've had this in my drafts for soooooo long. It's time to let her be free... even if I'm nervous asf. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡
✦ ´-Requested - Yes `♡´ No
✦ Masterlist✦
You have a bit of a bad habit. It started towards the end of high school and followed you through college all the way to now. What is it?
Felix.
Being around him, teasing him, edging your connection and tittering between giving him more and nothing at all is a thrill that you’ve grown addicted to.
He’s been by your side through it all, pinning for your undivided attention and you feed into it just enough to get his lips on yours. You get him to your bed but never in it. You don’t let him have that.
He falls for it every time, leaning into your trap and getting high off of the taste of your tongue against his just to watch you stick it down someone else's throat the next day. Just like tonight.
It’s Chan’s annual holiday shit show that he dares to call a party and you’re on Jeongin’s lap, kissing him and pulling into the same trap you’ve perfected with Felix. Your best friend watches, seething and throbbing in his jeans.
His mind comes up with excuses for your actions by default. He blames the alcohol, the atmosphere, himself. Everything but you and the game of cat and mouse you’ve been using against him.
When Jeongin’s hand grips your ass you pull back for air and whisper something that the man under you barely recognizes as a lame excuse to go find your next innocent victim.
You head to the kitchen, looking for something strong enough to inspire your next hunt but then you see Felix. He’s already looking at you, his blonde hair is pulled back under a black beanie, he wears a white tank tight over his body that’s partially hidden under his varsity jacket.
How could you resist?
The answer is, you can't.
You saunter right up to him and he watches you. His grip on the glass bottle in his hand tightens and you smirk at the faint twitch of his muscles.
The intent in his gaze is like cold water to your tipsy state. He sobers you up, gets you hot despite the chill of his undivided attention. You smile, planting your hands against his chest and he lets you, while he takes you in. His eyes follow the curve of your jaw, down the length of your neck and reverse back up to your lips. Then they flit back down. Is that a fucking hickey?
You take the bottle in his hand and gulp down a long swig, not bothering to ask. He doesn't stop you. His eyes are still fixed on the dark mark. His eyes trail down then up and over, looking for more and his fists tighten when he finds them.
"Jeongin?" Felix is asking a question, not stating the obvious. “You let him do that?” his gaze shifts from your neck to meet your eyes and suddenly you feel pinned.
This look on his face is new. dark.
"Yeah." You smirk, tilting your head and feigning your usual carefree act. "He's pretty good."
Felix grits his teeth. His jealousy is obvious, it always is but his anger is a bit harder to read. It’s rare that you ever see it. You know him well enough to recognize it though. The subtle clench of his jaw, the stiffness in his posture. And his gaze, hardened and unrelenting. Exposing.
“Shut up.” The bottle is snatched out of your hand and on Felix’s lips in an instant. He downs the rest of it and discards it onto the messy table beside him but you're still caught off guard by his response.
“What?” He tsks, staring back at you.
“I said, shut up.” You laugh. It comes out nervous, awkward, and forced. What’s going on?
"Lix..."
"No. Don't 'Lix' me, you can't keep doing this." His eyes are aflame, a dangerous glint and you shiver. Fuck, he’s actually pissed? “You're just giving attention to anyone who looks at you twice, huh? Anyone but me."
"It's not like that-"
"Bullshit. I see you. You’ve been playing this game for years. You wind me up then let me spin out of control while someone else gets to taste what I’ve been so patient for." Your eyes meet his. The tension between you is thick and you swallow, your mouth feeling suddenly dry.
"That's not-"
“Don't act stupid. This isn't fair.” What happens next surprises you and pushes Felix over the edge. You grin. Your lips turn up in a way that’s not playful or coy. No. It's smug. You're proud. You've gotten him to break and finally crack, his true feelings exposed. He's done being ignored.
"Well, you should've spoken up. I would've stopped." He's about to open his mouth, his temper growing and his neck shading a hot red when you press yourself closer. The game is shifting right before your eyes, you can see it in his.
“Stop playing with me.” His voice is low, husky and deep.
“I can’t.” You bring your hand up to push a fallen strand of hair back from his face but his hand grips your wrist, pulling your attention back to him.
"Can't? Or won't?"
"Both." You mumble. “I can’t help myself.”
"Don't bullshit me." His tone is low, eyes blazing and half-lidded and you can't tell if he's challenging you or warning you. So you make it a challenge.
"What are you gonna do about it, Lix?" He pulls you closer by his grip on your wrist. Your chest is flush to his. The tight fabric of your shirts are all that’s separating you from him, the only thing prolonging your inevitable spiral.
"Don't start anything you can't finish." He whispers but you can hear him loud and clear over the music.
"Why not?" You ask, grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him closer, "Don’t you not want me, baby?" Your lip gloss stains the rim of his collar. Your perfume clouds his senses and he’s pulling you through the party and over to the stairs.
"Wait! Wait, wait." You're giggling, a giddy sound as he pulls you up the stairs. You're stumbling over his feet, your own, and the steps, "Lix, what’re you-"
"Shut up." You can't stop laughing and smiling, your heart racing. He's finally snapping, getting the balls to put his money where his mouth is.
“Felix, I am not fucking you at a party.” He's annoyed, his grip on your wrist is too tight and the hallway is dim. Felix leans down, pressing you against the wall at the top of the stairs and pushing some random drunk guest to the side to make room for you. His forehead to yours, locking your gazes.
“Where do you want me to fuck you then? Cause I’m gonna have you. I’m gonna wipe that pretty smile off your face and I’m gonna do it tonight. So, where do you want me?”
Your breath catches, your words lost in the sudden heat. The game is changing, you're the one losing control now. Your confidence is wavering.
"Speak up." His nails bite into your wrist and he presses himself firmer against you. "Tell me, princess."
You can't think, he's got you backed into a corner. Literally. This is all new, this side of him, a dark and dominant one that has you squirming and aching to get a taste of his lips again. The side that you’ve created.
"Tell. Me." You swallow. Your mind is foggy and he's looking down at you with that cold sharp gaze that has you sure that he’ll choose for you if you don’t act fast.
"Home." You manage. "Take me home."
You've never seen him move so fast. He's practically dragging you out of the party and to his car, your heart pounding and mind racing. The entire drive back is silent. Neither of you can think. He can't decide how he wants to do it. Hard and slow, gentle and quick. All of the above.
Felix parks his car, it’s crooked and he couldn’t care less. When the two of you get inside he gives you a second, just a second to kick off your shoes before he’s pinning you to the wall by the front door.
His lips are on yours, swallowing your gasp and taking away the breath you were holding. He’s never kissed you like this before. It’s possessive, wild, and so hot. The way he handles you is rough and quick. His hands grip your waist, pulling you forward then moving to cradle the back of your head with one hand while he walks you over to his room. It’s clumsy and messy but you make it.
The back of your knees hit the bed frame and Felix watches as you fall back. He takes it in for a second - the way your chest rises and falls with the rush of him. The way you look at him, trying to guess his next move.
"Are you nervous?" His voice is a whisper, his question almost a taunt.
"No." There’s a waver in your attempt to be confident and he catches it. He smirks.
Felix rids himself of his jacket then pushes his tank top up his torso just enough for you to see more of him. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and his smirk turns into a smile. He’s definitely taunting you.
"Liar." His hands find yours and he holds them above your head. His lips attach to your neck, kissing down the curve of it and biting his own bruises on top of the ones that Jeongin left.
"Fuck, Lix." You moan. "I’m sorry."
"Now she’s sorry" His hips rock forward, pressing his hard-on against your thigh. You try to hide the whimper that leaves you but it’s no use. He’s zeroed in, he’s in charge now. "Tell me why I should believe you. After everything, after all the times you've had your tongue down someone's throat and not mine."
You groan, rolling your hips. "I’m sorry, I-"
"I'm the only one that can have you, right, baby?" He whispers, his tongue runs along the shell of your ear and your breath stutters.
"Yes." You resign to the electricity coursing between the two of you and buck up into him, desperately chasing the charge of your bodies.
“Do you think that you being sorry is going to stop me from ruining you?”
“I don’t want you to stop.” The admission leaves you before you can really think about it. Your brain is fuzzy with thoughts of Felix, it always is but you’ve never given in this far. You can feel him smile against you, his tongue grazes over the bruises he’s created then he pulls back to get a better look at you.
“That’s good, princess.” His voice vibrates his chest and through you before resonating in the space around you. “Cause we’re gonna play a little game.”
You’re losing it.
“You can do better than that, come on.” Felix’s grip on your hips is bruising as he guides you back against him. His idea of a game is much more cruel than yours or at least that’s what your brain is telling you.
He’s been building you up, chasing a high with you just to make a surprise turn when you’re seconds away from the pinnacle you’ve so desperately fucked him for.
“That’s it, that’s fucking it, baby.” He lets you go, letting you fuck back onto him while he runs his fingers through his platinum locks. You’re drooling at both ends, burning to the bottom like a forgotten candle with the way your orgasm is flickering into view with each stuttered roll of your hips against him.
“You’re not gonna get my cum like that, baby.” The sound of his hand coming down on your ass hits your ears faster than you can react. He spanks your other cheek right after, palming the flesh with a groan. “I should fuck a baby into you. I should - fuck - I should knock you up, keep you as mine forever, yeah?”
A sob is all that you can offer in return, a moan so lewd that it nearly doesn’t sound like you, “Please… let me.. Felix, please…”
He can’t decide if he likes the sounds of you begging or moaning more. He leans over your body, holding you down so that you're full and still while he takes your hair into his fist and pulls back. Your eyes drift to meet his and it’s then that Felix feels real pleasure. When you look at him like he’s looked at you for years. Like he holds the key to everything you’ve ever wanted.
“God, you’re so pretty, baby.” He rolls his hips and your eyes go with it. “Beg some more.”
“Please let me cum.” You whimper, fisting the bedsheets and curling your toes. “I wanna cum for you.”
Felix hisses a curse that you take as confirmation just before he starts moving again. He sits up, his fist still in your hair while his other hand grips at your hip. He thrusts into you a way that’s too neat to be reckless. It’s practiced and lethal and it’s tearing you apart.
His grunts are so deep that they barely register beyond your gasping moans. You tremble and drip and grab at the mattress like it can save you from the fall you're taking. You clench and throb and Felix drinks it in with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’ve got you, baby. Finish for me.” His voice is strained, his own orgasm flickers just out of view as he burns to the bottom. But he doesn’t want this to end.
He lets go of your hair and reaches around to rub at your clit. You fall forward, your arms give out and your vision blurs as he prolongs the burn. “F-felix, fuck fuck, c-can’t..” His practiced pattern turns into something more wild as he gets closer to his own release.
His hips slow and his thrusts shallow into a rhythm that has tears rolling down your cheeks and his jaw hanging slack. “Oh, fuck, look at me. Look at me, please.” You turn your head and press the side into the mattress to look at him. There’s a subtle tremble to your body. A vibration that Felix recognizes as raw unfiltered pleasure.
“Who knew you’d look so pretty crying under me.” He groans, bottoming out and pulling back just to do it again. He’s edging himself, using you to keep him right at the tip of it all while you ride his. “Doesn’t this feel so much better than your little game, baby?”
You can feel it coming, your second or third orgasm. You’ve lost count. The minutes blur together and your words abandon you, your tongue is unstable and caught between your teeth. But Felix is relentless, too far gone in the moment that he’s waited forever for.
“God, look at you, fucked out, you’d say yes to anything right now wouldn’t ya?” His voice is hoarse, deep. “Want me to fuck a baby into ya? You’re such a slut, listen to you. You want it.” It’s not in your control, or at least that’s what you convince yourself when his words pull a drawn out moan from you. Loud and pornographic.
“Say it. Say you wanna be swollen with my fucking baby and I’ll give you every last drop, princess. All of it. Say it.” His hips falter and his thighs shake against yours as his practiced thrusts turn into messy rutting. You moan, he moans and somewhere in between you two fit whimpers of each other's names.
You’re gone.
“Y-yes, yes, I wan’ it.” Tears are falling and your vision abandons you, going from blurry to white as another orgasm peaks. You take a breath, deep like him and you’re falling all over again, screaming and drooling and cumming so hard that Felix has to hold your hips up.
“Holy shit, that cunt ‘s gonna make me cum. Gonna fucking cum.” Now he’s lost it. He chases his high while you fall apart around him and he groans when it finally catches up to him.
He’s finally got it. He’s got you.
He empties himself inside of you with every intention of pulling out but none of the control. His knees threaten to fold beneath him but he keeps himself up through the duration of his orgasm before collapsing onto the mattress.
You’re panting, dumb with pleasure as the aftershocks surge through you. You want to say something, anything but nothing feels right. What do you say to the man you’ve finally fucked after years of teasing?
Felix decides to fill in the silence with something better than words. He pulls out of you with a small moan and turns you around. You’re barely settled in his arms before his lips are on yours, hungry and hunting. There’s a passion to it, something that you can only recognize as longing. The taste is something that you can only describe as Felix.
You let yourself go, you let him have you and he moans once he feels the chain snap. The hold is gone.
It’s game over.
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synopsis: hyunjin asks his friends to model for his paintings and things take a turn as they indulge in their fantasies.
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 6.6k
warnings: everyone is a horny desperate switch, oral (f and m), voyeurism, threesome, mxm action, fingering, a lil spit play, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), double penetration (one hole), cum eating, cum swapping, creampie
a/n: can't seem to get enough of hyunlix so enjoy🤭
~ divider by @anitalenia
~ Masterlist
"Fuck...! Lixie!" you jolt, your middle lifting towards Felix's lips as he flicks his tongue in a particular way that he knows gets your toes curling.
He groans into you, the taste of you and the sounds you make, how you sit on the couch spread out for him while he kneels with his head buried where he loves to be the most; he can't help his hand as it travels into his pants, grabbing his needy leaking cock.
You're so close, his nose pressing into your clit perfectly as you play with your nipples through your thin shirt and Felix pulls his cock out to bring himself release along with you.
"I'm gonna-" you're interrupted by your phone ringing, both of you jolt and groan as Felix moves away, licking at his lips.
"Who is it?" your best friend looks up at you, a little breathless, still stroking his length slowly, squeezing it a little.
"Hyune." you chuckle.
"Answer him." Felix smirks diving back in, pushing his tongue between your soaking folds into your warmth.
You groan and accept your other best friend's call.
"Hi, beautiful." you can just hear Hyunjin's smirk by the way he says it.
"Hey, prince- ah!" you accidentally moan as Felix pinches your clit teasingly.
"Hi, Felix!" Hyunjin yells loudly, making you laugh as you move your phone away from your ear.
Felix chuckles, detaching his lips from you as you put Hyunjin on speaker so Felix can talk to him too.
"You're between y/n's legs, I presume?" Hyunjin teases.
"My favorite place to be. Care to join?" Felix claps back as you close your legs and flick his forehead.
"That's besides the point. I'm calling cause I need a favor from my two very beautiful and very horny best friends." Hyunjin announces as Felix rubs his forehead, his brows pinched together.
"I'm not filming a porn movie and putting it on the internet!" you chime in, making Hyunjin laugh.
"I wasn't gonna ask that but now that you said it-"
"Stop stalling, Hyunjin." you interrupt him and he giggles.
"Alright, since the two of you are at it anyways, I wanted to ask if you would let me paint you in different sex poses? I wanna make it aesthetic, erotic, raw... you know? You two would be perfect for it!"
Even though you and Felix messed around sometimes, you've never actually went all the way so both of your faces become red as Hyunjin explains his vision.
You've kissed Hyunjin too, as has Felix but it never went further than that so the thought of being naked with Felix inside you, while Hyunjin paints the both of you made your gut stir, arousal gushing out of your already wet pussy.
The three of you had an interesting friendship, and you know not many people would understand it or support it but as long as you have each other, you didn't care.
"Hello? Earth to my pretty people?" Hyunjin laughs.
"I'm down." you nod and then look at Felix whose face was as red as a tomato now.
"M-me too. Yeah. Why not." he shrugs, trying to make it look like it didn't affect him at all.
"Great, that's settled! Come to my studio tomorrow at 6pm." Hyunjin sounds excited.
"Sure, see you!"
"And loves?" Hyunjin adds, his voice dropping a few octaves.
"Y-yeah?" Felix speaks up first.
"Don't worry about anything. I'll take good care of you." Hyunjin almost purrs and you feel your pussy clench at his words.
After you hang up, Felix and you look at each other and then burst into an awkward laugh.
"This'll definitely be interesting." he says, a contemplative look on his face.
"Mhm. Let's think about that tomorrow, though. We have some unfinished business here." you smirk, spreading your legs again as Felix looks at you darkly, licking his lips.
Excitement runs through your veins that night as you curl up in bed, anticipating tomorrow.
Felix drives you to the familiar building and the two of you step into the elevator, letting it take you to the top where Hyunjin's studio sits.
Hyunjin lets you in, and as always when he paints, he is messy, his hair disheveled but somehow making him even prettier, his bottom lip is red as he probably bit into it with concentration, there's a streak of yellow paint on his left cheek, and more on his shirt and pants.
"You know the rules." he wiggles his eyebrows before twirling away like some fairy, making you and Felix laugh.
The rules were simple; no shoes because they're dirty (and probably because Hyunjin likes to take peeks at your feet, sometimes even rub them when the three of you cuddle) and no phones as he felt they were an unnecessary distraction in his sacred space.
You and Felix leave your shoes and phones by the door, before following Hyunjin, walking on the plastic that's covering the floor for protection, and Hyunjin looks at you, leaving his paintbrush aside before he skips to you, his long arms enveloping both of you in a hug.
"Oof." Felix huffs out air as he accidentally knocks into Hyunjin a little too hard, making Hyunjin snicker before he leans back, his hands splayed on the backs of your heads.
"My loves. Are you excited?" he asks as you swat at him which he dodges with a laugh, finally releasing you.
"Intrigued, I would say." you smirk, both of you looking at Felix.
"I'm - a little nervous." Felix admits, a blush coloring his cheeks.
"We shared a bath multiple times." Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a playful smile gracing his features.
"This is different!" Felix swallows and you chuckle, your hand on his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him.
"It's just us, I know you'll feel better as soon as we get into it." you say, knowing that Felix isn't as spontaneous as Hyunjin or you are and it takes a little convicing when he's on the spot, but ultimately he always caves in.
"You don't have to strip right away. Here, I prepared coffee and snacks for my models." Hyunjin beckons you to the table with a smirk.
"Hardly a model." you chuckle as Felix picks up a drink.
"Y/n, you're gorgeous and you're not allowed to talk badly about yourself in my studio... or like ever." Hyunjin nods, folding his arms on his chest.
"Damn, calm down, I was joking." you giggle, your face warming up.
"Oh my god, ew! What the fuck did I just drink?" Felix makes a disgusted face and the two of you laugh.
"That would be my coffee. Your hot chocolate is on the left, sugar boy." Hyunjin smirks.
"I swear-" Felix starts, his hand curling into a fist and you laugh.
"Anyways. How will this work?" you stop whatever banter they were about to have, because you know it can drag on, sometimes they don't know how to stop when they start joking around.
"So. The bed, right?" Hyunjin says, semingly a bit bashful himself.
You look towards the bed, one where the three of you spent countless nights watching some artsy european movies on Hyunjin's projector; Felix would fall asleep with his head on your chest and Hyunjin would end up putting his head on your lap, demanding of you dramatically that you need to caress his head and play with his hair or he'll die.
The three of you would end up falling asleep together, limbs all tangled and messy, and one of you would always be close to falling off the bed (that one would mostly be Hyunjin).
"Okay." you nod.
"I will instruct what poses you'll make and then paint them. Of course we will take breaks when it becomes too much. Or stop altogether if either of you feel uncomfortable." Hyunjin waves his arms around as he talks.
"Alright. Should we just start?" you shrug and Felix sputters a little.
"I'm not hard yet." he says quietly.
"That's no problem. I'm sure y/n can help you with that." Hyunjin smirks. "Or if you want, I can help you."
"T-that... y/n and I can just make out." Felix's deep voice is so quiet in the big space.
"Okay, if you need me I'll be here. I can turn around if you want." Hyunjin chuckles.
"N-no, you can... watch." Felix says and you smirk, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.
Hyunjin sits on his stool, his eyes darkened already, his tongue pressed into his cheek as you push Felix to sit on the bed, your body following his as you grab his face in your hand and press your lips on his.
His lips are sweet and familiar, albeit trembling a little in this moment so you press harder into them, his hands coming up to caress your waist.
Hyunjin watches with dark and curious eyes, his two beautiful best friends kissing in front of him.
Felix relaxes the more you kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips, asking for permission to taste you which you happily grant him.
Hyunjin's heart speeds up as he observes you, his cock twitching in his pants.
He notices the way your hands tangle in Felix's hair and how you pull at the strands, he notices Felix's hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you get closer to each other, the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together bounces off the walls as spit dribbles down your chin.
He notices Felix's pants growing tighter, and he doesn't feel jealous of him, he feels exhilirated.
He wants to join.
Hyunjin stands up and makes his way towards the bed, which gets your attention as you detach from each other, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
Without any words, Hyunjin cups your chin and leans down to kiss you messy and sloppy, his tongue pushed in instantly to lap at you and you whimper, jolting a little as Felix grips your thighs.
Hyunjin leans away and turns to Felix, his hand big on Felix's head as he gathers his hair in it and yanks his head a little, making Felix whimper.
Hyunjin leans down and kisses him equally as messy and sloppy as he did to you, arousal gushing on your panties as you watch them making out.
"Fuck. I'm sorry." he shakes his head.
"It's okay, Hyune. You're always welcome to join." you lick your lips, your eyes traveling between his face and the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
"I'll hold onto that invitation. But, right now, I need you two to strip. Okay?" he asks and both of you nod.
It's easy to be naked in front of each other as you have shared baths and one too many nightly escapades which ended in skinny-dipping, Felix always being a victim of yours and Hyunjin's jokes, where you would dive in and grab his ankles or try to scare him with stories of lake monsters.
Felix would nearly cry but you didn't want to be too cruel so you would hold him, as the three of you floated around naked in the cold water.
But, something about only you and Felix being naked while Hyunjin is dressed and observing every single move you make is new and exciting.
"So, what would be the first position?" you ask curiously as Hyunjin prepares his easel.
"What do you usually do?" he asks, not looking at you.
"We never... we never did that." Felix says, making Hyunjin look up.
"Really? I thought you for sure have. Don't you like - mess around?"
"Yeah, but we never went all the way." you nod and Hyunjin gasps.
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me! Is this uncomfortable for you?"- he panics, his arms flailing, making you laugh at him because he's seconds from slipping on that plastic cover.
"Calm down, Hyun!" you say as you sit on the bed.
"I'm totally fine with it. Lixie?" both of you look at Felix.
"Yes. I'm okay to go." he nods.
"Alright, just prep yourselves then." Hyunjin says it like it's a command to obey and you can't help the way your pussy clenches at his words and the determined look in his warm eyes.
"H-help us?" Felix gets bold suddenly, batting his pretty eyelashes at Hyunjin and he lets out a delighted chuckle, only two long strides and Hyunjin is in front of you.
"Sweetheart, spread your legs for us." Hyunjin coos at you and you immediately obey.
The smirk on his face deepens as he brings his hand to Felix's lips.
"Spit on my fingers, angel." he taps his lips and Felix whimpers a little, gathering spit before letting it drip onto Hyunjin's long fingers.
You expected him to only finger you, but what you didn't expect is for Hyunjin to drop to his knees between Felix's legs and spit on his cock as he grabs him, making Felix squeal from the sudden action.
Hyunjin wastes no time, his wet fingers press into your clit and run down your folds, as his other hand starts slowly working Felix's length.
"Ah!" Felix moans, jolting into Hyunjin, you know it must feel quite different to have another guy jerk him off like that and you whine for more attention as Hyunjin stares up at Felix with a knowing smirk.
Hyunjin turns to look at you, eyes softening before he slowly pushes his fingers inside you, your warm pussy welcoming them and sucking them in.
His tongue darts out to catch a bead of pre-cum from Felix's tip and Felix gasps, his hands clutching at the covers under him as his thighs tremble.
Hyunjin doesn't stop smirking as his tongue swipes around Felix's tip before he takes him in, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down slowly, his fingers matching the pace of his lips as he fucks them deep into you.
"H-Hyune." you whimper, the tips of your fingers touching Felix's as he falls apart too, his head thrown back, a string of curses leaving his lips as Hyunjin sucks on him harder.
You admire how he seemingly has no gag reflex as he keeps sucking him in, his nose pressed into Felix's pubes as he swallows his whole length, while fucking your pussy skilfully, scissoring you open to take Felix's cock.
"There." he suddenly pops off of Felix, pulling his fingers out of you and immediately sticking them into his mouth to taste your sweet juices.
"Mm." Hyunjin moans around his fingers.
"T-thank you?" you bite your lip teasingly and Hyunjin giggles.
"Anytime."
"How do you want us for the first position?" you ask, your pussy throbbing and clenching, needing more attention.
"Okay, so..." Hyunjin pushes Felix to lay down and then moves him a little, making you chuckle at how Felix looks up at him cutely and almost innocently as Hyunjin adjusts his body however he wants.
"I want your arm lifted and kind of falling of the bed. And the second on will be on y/n's hip when she straddles you." Hyunjin motions at you and you nod, your legs on either sides of Felix and he squirms a little as you grab his cock and run it on your wet folds.
Felix gasps as you moan and slowly lower down on his length, Hyunjin observing his cock pushing into you with his lips parted.
You wiggle a little to adjust, feeling your best friend's cock filling you up perfectly and Felix whimpers quietly, bucking up into you.
"Where do you want my hands?" you ask, sounding almost breathless as you clench around Felix involuntarily, making his eyes flutter.
"Hm. Actually, let's change it up. I want y/n arching off you and holding your hand. So you can put this one-" Hyunjin takes the hand that was falling off the bed- "here." he lays Felix's hand on your hip.
"Your other hand here." Hyunjin takes your hand and puts it on Felix's abs but a little bit to the side so the point where you connect can still be visible to him.
"Beautiful." Hyunjin breathes deeply. "I want you looking at each other." he adds, messing with Felix's hair and then yours, making some of it cascade on one side, but not covering your breasts.
"Arch your back a little, sweetheart." you do as he says, any movement making both you and Felix moan.
"Now, stay like that as long as you can." Hyunjin smirks, almost evilly, the bastard.
He moves from the bed to blast some music on his speakers, whistling and acting nonchalant but you can see his cock struggling against the fabric of his pants.
Your eyes find Felix's and he licks his lips as he looks at you.
"You okay, Lix?" you ask, squeezing his hand a little.
"P-perfect. Feel so good. You're so warm and tight." he whimpers and you can't help your hips moving at that, your pussy clenching.
"Hey, no actual fucking." Hyunjin chimes in, knocking down a few paintbrushes accidentally. "Yet." he adds with a devilish smirk.
"Bastard." you mutter under your breath with a chuckle, making Felix smile.
"I heard that!" Hyunjin sits at his easel, and you look up at him, sticking your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes playfully.
Hyunjin starts sketching quickly as you look back down at Felix.
The two of you lock eyes and in the sudden silence devoid of your conversation and jokes, you're aware of everything.
You're aware of Felix buried inside your warmth, throbbing and full, his fingers slotted between yours, his other hand gripping your hip, his dark eyes fixated on you.
Felix's eyes travel down to where he's filling you up and he groans deeply.
"Fuck." his hips buck just a little and you feel your arousal gushing and coating his cock.
"Lix." you warn but it comes out as a moan.
"You two have no patience." Hyunjin scolds as he continues sketching.
"You try being in my place." Felix huffs.
"Maybe later." Hyunjin winks at you as you flip him off.
"Hand back on Lix." he points with his pen and you make noises of protest but listen nevertheless.
You look into Felix's eyes again and he looks at you so softly but still full of lust and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
After he's done sketching, Hyunjin starts mixing his paints and you wiggle a little, making Felix moan under you, his nails digging into your hip.
"My legs hurt." you whine with a pout.
"Let's take a break." Hyunjin states, and you can see that he's adjusting himself in his pants, as his other hand holds the paintbrush.
"You have a sketch though," you start, sliding off of Felix and making him whimper. ",can't you like finish painting without us having to be in this position for so long?" you ask, your eyes falling down to Felix's cock, wet with your arousal.
Your face warms up and you tear your eyes away to look at Hyunjin expectantly, as Felix sits up, feeling a bit dizzy as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in.
"I need you in the position just a bit longer. Just to get some shading done, then you can change positions." Hyunjin says, finally looking up at you.
His eyes rake all over your body and he licks his lips hungrily at the sight.
"What, you hate being on top of our Lixie that much?" he decides to tease to calm himself down.
"As much as I love cockwarming Lix, my legs are cramping." you state nonchalantly, making Felix cough behind you as he stands up.
"You okay there, angel?" Hyunjin asks.
"Perfect." Felix nods but you can see that his eyes are almost crossed from the need to be touched.
You laugh under your breath, drinking some water before sitting down and stretching your legs.
Hyunjin stands up abruptly, making his way to you as Felix sips on his chocolate.
You look up at him and before you can ask him what he's doing, Hyunjin kneels before you, his fingers wrapping around your ankle as he brings your foot on his thigh.
"W-what..." you start but he shushes you, his hands wrapping around your calf as he gently massages you, soothing out the tension in your muscles.
Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing as Hyunjin stares into your eyes darkly yet his touch is so sweet.
You smirk a little, sliding your foot on his flesh before gently resting it on the bulge in his pants.
Hyunjin sucks in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as his hands squeeze you a little harder.
"Be careful, sweetheart." he warns you but you want to play, so you press harder into him, wiggling your toes against his tip, realizing quickly he isn't wearing any underwear.
Hyunjin looks up at you, narrowing his eyes with a smirk.
"Lix, come here for a sec." Felix makes his way to the two of you instantly.
"Entertain our sweetheart. Perhaps she needs a distraction." Hyunjin winks at Felix, and Felix returns the wink with a smirk of his own as he stands in front of you.
You look up at Felix and he puts his hand on the back of your head, gently caressing you as his other hand holds his cock, bringing it closer to your lips which fall open immediately, letting him gently push his tip inside your mouth.
It's not the first time you've done this, but you never tasted yourself on him or done this with Hyunjin in the room and it makes you moan around him, Felix's hips stuttering as he pushes in more.
Hyunjin whines quietly as he starts massaging your other leg and Felix holds your head in place, fucking into you slowly.
"See how good you can be for us, sweetheart." Hyunjin's voice is low and you struggle to look down at him as Felix slides his cock deeper inside you, your throat adjusting to take him.
Hyunjin's hands wander up towards your thigh, squeezing and massaging the flesh there, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet core.
By now you're dripping on the sheets, and Hyunjin subtly parts your legs just to take a look at your cunt and the sight of your glistening folds has him groaning.
Without a word he leans in and starts kissing up your thigh.
You jolt a little, whimpering around Felix's length as his eyes fall down to see Hyunjin kissing and nipping at your flesh.
The sight makes him twitch inside your hot mouth as Hyunjin comes closer and closer to your core.
He worships your inner thighs with his lips, tongue and teeth as Felix pushes his cock deep inside you, making you gag a little.
You know he's about to apologize so you start bobbing your head on his length just to prove to him that you don't mind, rather the opposite, you love it.
Felix's fingers grip at your hair as he lets you take control, wetting his cock with your spit as you close your eyes and get into it.
Just as you're beginning to lose yourself, Hyunjin suddenly buries his face in your cunt and inhales deeply, making you aware of him.
"You smell so sweet." Hyunjin almost growls. "Fuck the paintings." he mumbles against you and your legs tremble but be grips them, pulling them over his shoulders before his lips attach to your lower ones.
"Shit." Felix thrusts into you, the sight of Hyunjin's plump lips against your cunt as he kisses you and sucks on your clit, his tongue darting out to gather all your dripping juices drives him insane and he can feel the familiar build up inside his gut.
"I'm gonna cum." Felix whines as he continues fucking your face and you're a mess, drooling on his cock, your legs shaking from the way Hyunjin eats you out, like he's never tasted anything better in his entire life.
The slurping noises Hyunjin makes as he presses his lips and nose as hard as he can into you, his tongue fucking your clenching hole, bring Felix to the edge and he twitches inside you as you grip onto Hyunjin's hair making him groan into your pussy.
"Ah, y/n!" Felix moans loudly as he shoots his load down your throat and you swallow readily, not letting a drop go to waste as you milk him dry.
Felix pulls out of you, trying to come to his senses and catch a breath just as Hyunjin is about to lean away and throw some snarky remark but Felix is quick to grip his head and push him back into you, making him moan.
"Finish what you started, Hyunjin." Felix's voice is deep, his eyes sharp and electricity shoots through your body when he takes charge like that.
Hyunjin's eyes roll back in his head as he eats you out even more hungrily, palming his erection harshly through his pants, a wet spot appearing on them.
Felix smooths out Hyunjin's hair with a smirk.
"Good boy." Felix's deep voice rings out and Hyunjin groans deeply, bucking his hips into his hand, very obviously moaning into you and you whimper, you're so close to release.
Felix decides to help you feel even better as he sits down next to you and leans in to suck your nipple in his mouth, his fingers playing with the other one.
The combined stimulation proves to be too much and you cum hard, painting Hyunjin's face in your pleasure and he whines lapping you up and licking at his lips.
"Now I understand why you love being between y/n's legs so much." Hyunjin pants as he looks up at Felix, his hand shoved in his sweatpants.
"I'm right here, you know." you chuckle and he stands up.
"I know sweetheart. Ah, please help me." Hyunjin whines, pulling his cock out as it twitches miserably in his hand, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
"Let me." Felix interjects, sensing that you need to come to your senses a little bit and let your throat rest.
"Be my guest." Hyunjin smirks as Felix sits right in front of Hyunjin's core.
You gasp quietly at the sight before you, Felix wrapping his lips around Hyunjin's dick and Hyunjin tangling his hand in Felix's hair making him take more as he guides him.
You get desperate all over again, your hand reaching between your legs to play with your puffy clit as you observe your best friends lost in pleasure; Hyunjin's head thrown back as he moves his hips purposefully, languidly, fucking Felix's mouth, his big hands gripping his hair and controlling him as Felix drools around him, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands digging into Hyunjin's thighs.
"Oh god." you whine as you push two fingers inside your pussy and start fucking yourself with the same speed Hyunjin is moving his hips against your friend's plump lips.
Hyunjin opens his eyes and looks at you with a smirk before he looks at Felix.
"Looks like you're the good boy now." he says lowly before snapping his hips into Felix harshly, making him gag as tears spill from his eyes and for a moment you get worried but you see that his cock is twitching against his thigh at the way Hyunjin is handling him, fucking harder into him, making the tip of his cock hit the back of Felix's throat.
You speed up with your fingers, your other hand coming up to play with your aroused nipples as Felix cries against Hyunjin, gripping his thighs and as his nails dig into his flesh and break skin, Hyunjin whines loudly and cums, painting Felix's throat with his cum.
"Don't swallow." Hyunjin warns and Felix sputters a little, some of the cum seeping out of his lips.
"Come here, beautiful." he beckons you as you stop what you were doing and come closer to Felix.
"Kiss her." Hyunjin commands and Felix grabs your face gently and you open your mouth to let Felix push Hyunjin's cum on your tongue.
The two of you make out, playing with his cum and Hyunjin joins in, grabbing the back of your heads, he leans in and kisses you first, tasting himself on your tongue then he does the same to Felix, wiping his tears as he kisses him.
"You've no idea how long I wanted you both." Hyunjin exhales, his eyes shiny.
"Kinda did. You are obvious, eye-fucking us whenever we're together." you smirk.
"You humped my ass while we were sleeping here once." Felix added with a flush on his cheeks and Hyunjin hits his arm as he got embarassed.
"Shut up, I was half asleep then." he mutters and the two of you chuckle.
You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Are we gonna continue or what?" you smirk. "Or are you going back to painting? Was that just a ruse to get us naked and fuck us?"
"It wasn't! I genuinely wanted to paint you!" Hyunjin pouts.
"Okay no need to get defensive, prince." you wink.
"We can get back to painting some other time." Felix chimes in and you agree, leaning in to kiss Hyunjin to get him back in the mood.
It doesn't take long before he lays you down, with Felix on your left side and Hyunjin between your legs.
"I want to worship you, my beautiful sweetheart." Hyunjin grabs your foot and starts kissing your toes.
You whimper a little and Felix leans over you, pressing his lips into yours.
There are so many hands on you that you can't even think straight, your mind is cloudy, your pussy is soaking and you can't stop arching off the bed, your body begging for more.
Hyunjin worships your feet, kissing them and licking them, sucking on your toes, his lips pressing into your ankles gently; while Felix's face is buried in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving purple bruises as he marks you, his hands slide all over your chest and stomach until he lets his hand settle over your pussy as he cups it.
"Ah!" you whine as Felix runs his fingers on your folds before stopping at your clit and pressing into it.
You moan quietly, your eyes closed in bliss as you play with Felix's hair, your other hand gripping the sheet.
Hyunjin kisses up your leg until his face is close to your cunt for the second time tonight.
"Need to taste you again." he mutters and you open your eyes to look at him as Felix retracts his hand and instead puts it on your breast, massaging it and playing with your sensitive nipple.
Hyunjin doesn't wait, he dives in, his tongue lapping at you again as you drip on him.
"Come, angel." he calls out to Felix, gently taking his hand in his and pulling him to kneel between your legs too.
You groan when they start making out, both of them battling for dominance but ultimately it's Hyunjin who lets Felix tilt his head with a fistful of his hair gripped.
When they part, a string of saliva connects them and they smirk at each other before leaning in closer to your core.
You almost yelp when both of their tongues start playing with your throbbing pussy, Hyunjin pushing his inside you and sliding over your folds, Felix flicking your clit with his and meeting Hyunjin in the middle where they move together against your cunt.
With your legs spread as they hold your thighs, your best friends continue to lap at you, their tongues meeting constantly as they make out, their spit and your slick making everything even more wet and naughty.
They both eat you out like you're the sweetest treat ever as Hyunjin keeps dipping his tongue into your hole, Felix concentrating on your sensitive clit, sometimes sliding down to lick at Hyunjin's tongue and your hole.
Your legs start trembling and you can't hold in anymore, you let go, gripping at the bed, your hips spasming as you squirt all over their faces.
"Fuck, she squirted for us." Hyunjin groans, lapping at you.
"What a good girl." Felix adds, looking up at you darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.
Hyunjin leans back and Felix grabs his face, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue, making Hyunjin grind his cock against the mattress.
"I need you inside." you whimper when they lift up to look at you.
"Which one of us, sweetheart?" Hyunjin asks, as Felix gently caresses your thighs and waist.
"Both." you whine.
"Both?" Felix's eyes widen. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Please."
"Whatever our princess wants, she gets." Hyunjin smirks, fingertips teasing your clenching pussy.
"Lixie, get under me." you lift up and Felix lays down, his eyes becoming hazy instantly, his lips parting as he stares at you in awe.
You throw your leg over him as you hover, before grabbing his cock and sliding it inside you with ease.
Felix moans, arching off the bed as you adjust yourself.
You lean down, pressing your chest on his as Hyunjin shuffles behind you.
"Make some room for me." he almost whines, making Felix chuckle.
"Always." you say as Hyunjin presses himself behind you, the tip of his cock on your already stuffed pussy and you whimper.
"Are you sure you can take both of us?" Hyunjin teases, prodding at you with his tip.
"Y-yes. Don't make me wait anymore, please Jinnie." you moan as Felix caresses your head.
"As you wish, love." Hyunjin whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pushes in.
It's tight and it stings but you love the feeling of your best friends stretching your little cunt at the same time.
"Fuck, so tight." Hyunjin groans, pushing in slowly as you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.
"You're doing so good, darling." Felix praises you, his hands gentle on your soft skin.
"Mhm, taking us so well." Hyunjin moans, pushing in as much as he could.
"Ah!" you moan, your pussy stretched and dripping on their cocks.
"Angel." Hyunjin looks at Felix, their hands finding each other as their fingers entwine.
Hyunjin's other hand is on your hips, while Felix gently holds your head, caressing the back of your neck.
"Tell us when to move, love." Felix kisses your forehead.
"You can move." you say breathlessly, as your pussy clenches around them eagerly.
Both of them start dragging their cocks inside you, opening you up with each gentle and languid thrust, their lengths rubbing against each other in the tight, warm space.
"F-feel so good!" you exclaim, your eyes crossing from pleasure already.
"Yeah. S-so good." Felix whines, fucking up into you.
"Ah, my loves. I love you so much." Hyunjin groans, his lips dragging on your skin, face buried in your neck.
"Love you too." you whimper.
"It's just the three of us. Forever." Hyunjin grips Felix's hand and your hip harder, nails digging into your skin.
"Mm yes." Felix groans as the two of them speed up, their cocks filling you up constantly, the squelching sounds so loud in the big room.
You've never felt this full or this wet as they fuck into you desperately, pressing into your sweet spot and stretching your little pussy just for them.
"Lix." Hyunjin moans, releasing his hand and lifting up a little to angle his hips better as he holds yours.
Felix smirks faintly, wrapping his arms around you before the two of them start fucking your hard, using you like a little fuck toy as you grip at Felix and moan, becoming putty between them, letting them have complete control over you.
"Ah, ah, ah, L-Lixie! Jinnie!" you whimper and babble as your orgasm builds up.
"Squirt on our cocks, sweetheart. Please." Hyunjin ruts into you desperately, making both yours and Felix's eyes roll back as he matches his pace and fucks up into you as hard as he can.
You dig your nails into Felix's arms and let go, cumming and squirting around them as you clench making them both groan.
"I'm gonna cum, ah!" Hyunjin whines.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and take our cum?" Felix asks, his lips brushing yours.
"Y-yes, please." you moan, your vision cloudy as your body burns up.
All three of you are on fire and slippery from sweat, holding each other tight as Hyunjin and Felix reach climax, both of them cumming inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim, making you cum with them again.
"Shit." Felix whimpers as Hyunjin pulls out first.
Felix helps you as he lays you down and you whimper, your pussy throbbing from the stretch you just endured, all of your releases gushing out of you.
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Hyunjin hovers over you, his hands gentle on your face as Felix slowly stands up to retrieve a wet cloth and some water.
"Mm. Perfect." you smile blissfully and Hyunjin giggles, leaning down to kiss you gently, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before leaving more sweet pecks against your mouth.
Felix kneels on the bed and cleans you up gently and Hyunjin sits up, quickly kissing Felix too.
"I'm gonna go run us a bath." he says.
"Are you in any pain?" Felix asks and you can't help swooning at the thought of having two sweet men who care about you.
"No, I'm okay." you say and he smiles.
"Good." he kisses you too and before long, the three of you are in the bath together.
As always, you relax at first before one of you starts getting playful which is usually Felix who splashes Hyunjin's face with water.
It's not that different this time as you sit between Felix's legs, leaning your back on his chest, your legs on Hyunjin's thigh as he caresses your feet.
It's silent and relaxing for some time as you melt into the warm water with your two lovers until Felix decides to joke around, splashing Hyunjin's face and making him whine dramatically before he returns the favor, you being the victim in between them.
The bathroom fills with sounds of laughter, stupid insults and splashes of water for some time before you finally manage to calm down.
The three of you sleep naked that night, you between your two favorite boys, feeling like you have the whole world in your hands when you have them.
In the morning, you're tangled up with Felix, his face smushed into your chest as you hear the familiar clicks of Hyunjin's camera.
Your eyes slowly flutter open to see a still very naked Hyunjin holding his camera, a cheeky grin on his pretty face.
"Hyunjin. Were you taking pics of us?" you almost growl at him, making Felix stir.
Hyunjin giggles and then bursts into full on laughter as you sit up, grabbing a pillow and throwing at him.
Felix looks at you confusedly, his hair a royal mess and eyes barely open as Hyunjin dodges your attack only to twirl away laughing.
"You were too adorable not to!" he yelps.
"I swear I'm gonna kill you!" you yell out and Felix puts his arm around your waist, pulling you back down.
"We can kill him later, I wanna sleep more." he mumbles and you chuckle, your eyes still laced with sleep too.
"Hyun! Come join us!" you beckon and Hyunjin appears from the kitchen.
"Promise not to kill me." he pouts.
"Eh, you're safe." you say and he makes his way to the bed slowly and lays down. "For now." you add and he giggles, kissing your neck as he wraps his arm around the both of you.
You don't know where the three of you start or end, all tangled up together in the warmth of the sun and the soft sheets, but you know it would always be like that with them.
summary: there’s a version of you that only exists online and there’s a version of felix that only exists behind a screen. neither of you has ever said anything about it but living together changes everything and in the end, something has to give
live: unfiltered series
the café is busy as you and your friend yuna sit by the window, your shopping bags piled around your table after spending almost the entire day wandering through the city.
“you definitely spent more than i did”, yuna says as she takes a sip of her coffee, eyeing the bags at your feet.
you laugh, “that’s not true”
“it is true”
“no, it’s not. it only looks like that because lingerie stores use these super tiny bags”
she raises an eyebrow, “that, and the fact that you bought like… ten sets”
“eight”
she gives you a pointed look.
“two of them will barely cover anything so i wouldn’t say i bought ten sets”, you say, trying to defend yourself.
she bursts into laughter, nearly spilling her drink, “you’re impossible, y/n”
“so i’ve been told”, you say laughing too.
unlike most people in your life, she knows exactly why you buy so much lingerie, she is one of the very few people who knows what you actually do for work. she knows you do livestreams, that you create adult content, and she knows how much planning actually goes into every single one of them. she has even helped you pick your new lingerie many times before, like she has done today.
she reaches over and nudges one of the bags with her foot, “so… which one is for this week’s stream?”
you grin, “the black one”
“the one with the silver details?”, she asks you and you nod your head, “yes! i love that one. you’re gonna look fucking hot in it”
“it’s one of those that barely leaves anything to the imagination so… i fucking hope so”
she laughs again, “you will, i’m sure of it”
doing the livestreams is more work than people realise and sometimes it feels more like running a small business than anything else. but still, you genuinely enjoy it and yuna knows that.
“so”, she says, stirring the foam in her coffee, “how’s the roommate life going?”
your smile comes instantly, “it’s perfect, i genuinely love living with felix”
“i had a feeling you’d say that, he seems like a dream”
“he really is, it’s so easy living with him honestly”, you tell her, your smile growing bigger.
“you two don’t drive each other crazy?”
“not at all”
she leans back, smiling too, “no arguments? no passive-aggressive sticky notes?”
you shake your head, “nothing”
you think about felix and how living together has been effortless, not that it surprised you if you have to be honest.
“he’s one of my best friends and i think we just… we really understand each other”, you say, and then sigh, smiling into your coffee, “and i already know i’m gonna miss him when he leaves”
she tilts her head, “y/n, he hasn’t even moved out yet”
“i know”, you say, sighing again.
“how much longer?”
“i don’t know… i think two more months or something like that”
the thought leaves a strange heaviness in your chest. when felix’s apartment renovations are finished, he’ll move back home and then everything will go back to normal. your apartment will be quieter, your kitchen will probably be cleaner, but you will definitely be lonelier.
“i got used to having him around all the time”, you continue.
“i can tell”, she says, “you two really make it work”
“yeah, we do”, you say as you take a sip from your drink.
“and i guess that it really helps that you both work doing the same thing”
you stop drinking your coffee and look at her, “... what?”
she looks at you as if the answer is obvious, “i said it probably helps-”
“no”, you frown, “what do you mean “doing the same thing”?”
she stops stirring her drink, “what do you mean?”
you stare at each other for several seconds, none of you saying anything and then yuna laughs awkwardly.
“wait…”, she says as she studies your face, “you don’t know?”
your stomach tightens, “know what?”
her smile slowly disappears, “oh…”
a strange feeling settles over the table, “yuna, what are you talking about?”
she looks genuinely confused, “i thought you knew”
“knew what?”, you ask her again.
she lowers her voice, “felix”
“what about him?”
“he’s a camboy”
her words barely register in your brain, “he’s a what?”
“a camboy”
you look at her, unable to blink, you’re not sure if you’re even breathing at this point.
“i’m sorry?”
she frowns, “you seriously didn’t know?”
“no”, you say, shaking your head.
“he never told you?”
you shake your head again, “no”, then you let out a nervous laugh, “i think you’ve got the wrong person-”
“i don’t”, she cuts in.
“there has to be another one-”
“there isn’t”
“you are mistaken”
“i’m really not”, she says, her tone firmer now.
your heartbeat starts picking up, “felix?”
“the same felix who lives with you, yeah”
“my felix?”
she nods her head looking at you, “yes”
“no”
“yes”
“no”
she reaches for her phone, “y/n, i’ve watched his lives for a while”
your eyebrows shoot up, “you’ve watched them!?”
she shrugs, “yeah”
“you’ve… watched felix?”
“look i didn’t know him personally when i saw the first one”
“but yuna that was… years ago”
“i know”
“and you’ve watched his lives… all these years? and you never told me?”
“i honestly thought you already knew”, she says, shrugging her shoulders again.
“i didn’t”
“well, i can see that now”, she says, laughing softly at your face, “i just… i figured you were both keeping it private from everyone else”
“no”
“and you never talked about work together? what you do?”
“no”
she looks just as surprised as you feel, “i thought that was why living together worked so well for you both”
“what?”
“i don’t know, i just assumed that because you’re both in the same field…”
your heart pounds louder with every second, “no…”
she unlocks her phone, “it’s really him, y/n”
she scrolls for a moment before turning the screen towards you. your eyes immediately land on felix’s face and there is no mistaking him - the same freckles and the same blond hair, the same smile and the same eyes you like.
it is him.
“i…”, you say but your voice fails.
“there are even a couple of streams filmed in your apartment”
you turn your head to look at her so fast it almost makes you dizzy.
“what?”
“yeah, i recognised your spare room”
you blink, everything feels a bit too much right now. then she shows you the thumbnail of another livestream and points at it.
“and i’m pretty sure that’s your sofa”, she says.
you feel your blood drain from your face.
“i… i assumed you knew”, you hear yuna speaking again, sounding almost guilty now, “i mean… you work doing the same thing and all that. i thought you… i don’t know, coordinated schedules or something”
you can’t answer, your thoughts are spinning so fast that none of them make sense anymore.
felix?
a camboy?
there is absolutely no way, and yet… the face on the screen belongs to your roommate, to one of your best friends, to the man who is currently living in your apartment with you. you keep staring at the screen, completely lost because you never, not even once, had considered this possibility, not in a million years.
you are pacing across the living room, back to the kitchen, then to the window and then back again, as your phone rests in your hand. every few minutes, you unlock it to see felix’s page still there, still the same profile picture, the same username, the same videos, everything is the same, obviously.
he had texted you some minutes ago to let you know he was coming home after spending the day with chan and jeongin. you keep pacing back and forth until you hear footsteps outside your apartment, then someone typing a code, and you know it’s him.
“there you are”, felix says cheerfully as soon as he opens the door, “i thought you were sleeping because you didn’t reply to my text”
he kicks off his shoes by the entrance and then walks towards you. without hesitation, he wraps both of his arms around your shoulders.
“hi”, he says.
you return his hug because there is nothing that you love more in this world than hugging felix, well, maybe his brownies.
“you’ve been waiting for me?”, he asks you.
“yeah”
“aww”, he says as he squeezes you once before letting go, “i knew you were gonna miss me today”
he drops his bag beside the sofa and then walks towards the kitchen, with you following him.
“you know how exhausting chan gets when he loses”
you can’t help smiling, “that means you won?”
“of course i did”, he says, “jeongin almost beat me but i’m invincible, sunshine, you know it”
you let out a small laugh and for a moment, everything almost feels normal again, like you didn’t find out hours ago that your roommate is a camboy.
“you hungry?”, he asks you.
“no”
“i could make ramen-”
“i’m okay”
he opens the fridge anyway, “you sure?”
“mmhm”
he grabs a bottle of water before he closes the fridge and turns towards you, “so… how was your day?”
there it is, the question, so ordinary and so innocent.
you can’t pretend anymore so you unlock your phone and without saying a word, you walk over to him, then turn the screen towards him. the moment his eyes land on his page, his expression freezes and his face pales. the room falls silent for the first time since he arrived and you’re the first to break it.
“care to explain?”
he doesn’t move, he simply stares at the screen and then at you.
“i…”, his voice is barely above a whisper, “how…”, he swallows, “how did you find this?”
“yuna”, you simply say.
he blinks, “yuna?”
“she thought i already knew”
he closes his eyes and then rubs the back of his neck, “i…”, another long pause, “i can explain”
“i’m listening”, you say.
he lets out a slow breath and his shoulders sag, then he looks at you.
“i know i should’ve told you, i really do. but i was… scared”, you stay quiet, letting him talk, “because a lot of people judge it, they judge me. they hear what i do and then suddenly i’m not… me anymore. they think they know everything about me and i…”, he pauses again, “i didn’t want that to happen with you. i’m sorry, y/n”
his apology is sincere, you can hear it in every word, and in the end, you really know what he’s trying to say, you’ve done the same with him, not telling him you’re a camgirl.
“i never did anything while you were home”, he continues, “i always made sure that you weren’t here when i did my lives. i know that doesn’t make it okay but i just…”, he sighs, “i don’t want you to think differently of me”
you step closer, “felix, it’s okay. i understand”
he blinks, “really?”
you hesitate for only a moment and then you smile, “felix… i’m a camgirl”
felix stares at you, “you’re… you-”
you nod your head, “yeah”
his mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he speaks again, “you?”
“me”
he laughs in complete disbelief, “oh my god… we’re both absolute idiots”, he says as he runs a hand through his hair and then he looks around the room as though seeing it for the first time, “so we’ve both been…”
“working from home”, you say, the two of you laughing together now.
the tension that has filled the apartment since you walked in that afternoon begins to ease, just enough for you to finally breathe. he looks at you for a long moment.
“so… what now?”
a smile slowly spreads across your face.
“well… seeing that we both do the same job…”
his eyebrows rise and he tilts his head, “what are you thinking?”
you hold his gaze for a beat and then, without another word, you untie the belt of your silk dressing gown and let the fabric fall to the floor. you’re wearing the black lingerie set you bought earlier today, its silver details catching the light from the room, making felix’s eyes widen in surprise, completely unable to look away from your almost naked body.
“we should do a livestream together”
felix leans close to his phone as he taps the screen to start the livestream and the moment you both go live, the chat explodes with the first comments.
maknaeontop: no fucking way they’re doing this together
edgequeen: this is the best day of my life
artprince69: she looks so fucking hot in that lingerie
midnightwolf: felix you lucky bastard
felix grins at the comments and then moves so his body presses down on top of yours as he settles between your spread legs.
“look at them already losing their minds over us”, he says, “i think this is the best idea you’ve ever had, sunshine”
your sweet and delicate friend disappears the moment his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry kiss, your tongues sliding together as his hands roam over your body. you feel the hard line of his cock straining against his boxers, grinding down against your cunt while the comments and donations keep pouring in.
felix deepens the kiss, sucking on your lower lip before he pulls back, “let’s give them a show, shall we?”
his fingers hook into the straps of your lingerie, slowly peeling it off your body. he takes your bra off first, exposing your breasts, then he tugs your panties down your legs and tosses them aside, leaving you completely naked now. you reach for his boxers next, letting his cock spring free as he kicks them off completely. his mouth finds yours again as his hips start moving, his cock sliding along your folds without entering you yet.
dirtypup: she’s soaked already
user69: this is insane
princessonline: i’m gonna come just from seeing them
“fuck, you feel so good already”, felix says, his cock dragging up and down your cunt.
he kisses down your neck, biting at your collarbone before returning to your mouth. his tongue pushes deep as his hips grind harder, the head of his cock catching against your clit with every thrust.
cumslut: fuck her already
edgequeen: they’re so into each other fuck this is so hot
felix pulls back a bit, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at you.
“hold your tits for me”, he says, his voice totally commanding, “push them together. i wanna fuck them while everyone watches”
you nod your head and then cup your breasts and squeeze them together for him. felix moves up your body, straddling your waist as he positions his cock between them. his hot and hard length slides between your breasts as he starts thrusting.
“that’s it”, he growls, watching his cock disappear between your breasts, “squeeze them tighter. fuck, your tits feel incredible around my cock”
quokkjone: fuck yessss
strongspear: she’s such a good girl for him
cumslut: felix is throbbing so hard
artprince69: about to bust already
“look at all these people watching me use your tits”, felix pants, his hips snapping faster, “i bet all the boys are stroking their cocks thinking about doing this to you. but it’s me, i’m the one fucking these perfect tits right now”
the tip of his cock pokes out near your chin with every thrust and then, he leans forward a bit more so it brushes against your lips.
“open up. let me see you lick it”, he says.
you extend your tongue, licking the tip each time it emerges from between your breasts. felix moans loudly, his rhythm becoming erratic now.
“fuck, just like that. you’re being so good for me… you’re gonna make me come all over you”
edgequeen: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen
cumslut: he’s gonna explode
“i-i’m close”, he says.
“come for me, felix”, you say as you feel the tip of his cock swelling between your breasts.
with a final deep thrust, felix throws his head back and groans as he comes, his cum splattering across your breasts and neck, some of it reaching your chin and mouth. he keeps thrusting through his climax, smearing his cum across your skin with his cock.
felix slows his movements, breathing heavily as he looks down at the mess he’s made on your body. the comments and donations continue coming, everyone still losing their minds over what they just witnessed.
leethighs: she looks perfect like that
dirtypup: i just came from seeing that
he leans down, his lips finding yours as his tongue slides against yours while his cum still glistens across your skin. you continue making out until you push against his chest firmly, flipping him onto his back. felix lands on the bed with a surprised grunt, his eyes widening as you swing a leg over his body and straddle his hips.
“my turn now”, you tell him.
his cock twitches against your thigh, still half-hard and sensitive from his recent orgasm. you lean down and kiss him again, harder this time as your tongue claims his mouth and your hips roll forward against his body. your cunt drags along the length of his cock, smearing his own cum between your folds.
felix gasps into the kiss, his body jerking beneath you.
“fuck- s-sensitive”, he whines against your lips, his hands gripping your waist, “give me a second, sunshine”
but you don’t. you keep grinding, sliding your cunt up and down his cock, feeling it twitch and throb under you as his whimpers grow louder.
maknaeontop: he’s whining already
edgequeen: she’s in charge now
cumslut: sit on it
you kiss down his jaw and then you sit up straighter, shifting your body higher. your knees slide forward along the bed until you’re hovering just above his chest. felix’s eyes darken with realisation as you keep moving upwards, positioning yourself over his face.
“oh fuck, yes”, he says, his hands immediately gripping your thighs, “come here, sunshine”
he pulls you down hard, seating your cunt directly onto his mouth. his tongue lashes out immediately, licking through your folds. you moan loudly, gripping your breasts again, squeezing and pinching your nipples as you start to ride his face, grinding your clit against his tongue as he devours you.
“that’s it”, you say, your voice shaking with pleasure, “fuck, your mouth feels s-so good”
felix groans into you and then his tongue lowers and pushes inside you, fucking you shallowly before dragging up to circle your clit again. he sucks there hard, his lips sealed tight around it while his hands keep you pinned to his face.
quokkjone: fucking perfect
midnightwolf: he’s going to town!!
strongspear: fuck i wish it was me
“good boy”, you say as you start rocking your hips faster, “yeah, just like that. d-don’t stop”
felix’s nose presses against your clit with every grind, his tongue relentless as he laps at your dripping entrance. he moves one of his hands, sliding it between your bodies until his fingers find your clit now. he rubs fast circles while his tongue continues to thrust inside you, your thighs starting to shake around his head.
“fuck- felix- i’m c-close”, you cry out, grinding harder, “don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop”
his fingers start working faster, his tongue flattening to let you ride it completely. your moans turn into broken screams as the pressure builds, your whole body tensing above him until you finally break. you scream his name as your cunt clenches and pulses, flooding his mouth and chin with your release.
your thighs squeeze around his head while you grind through every wave of your orgasm, soaking his face. felix keeps licking, drinking you down as your body trembles above him. once he makes sure you’re alright, he pulls you down against his chest, your bodies slick with sweat and cum as you settle on top of him.
your lips find his again, slow and deep, your tongues sliding together while his hands roam freely over your curves. his palms trace the dip of your waist, slide up to cup your breasts and then they drift lower again to squeeze your ass, his fingers digging in possessively. you moan into the kiss, grinding lazily against his thigh again, feeling the wet mess between your legs smear across his skin.
princessonline: fuck they’re not done
leethighs: i already came twice fuck
felix moves you both carefully, guiding you forward until you’re positioned right in front of the camera on your hands and knees. he moves behind you, his breath hot against your spine as he leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your back, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt on your skin. each kiss trails lower until his lips reach the small of your back, then he moves and grips your hips as he lines himself up.
you feel his cock press against your entrance and then he pushes in, stretching you open until he’s buried deep. a low groan rips from his throat as your walls clench around him.
“fuck, y/n, you’re so tight”, he growls, pulling back and thrusting forward again, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust.
midnightwolf: fuck she’s taking him so well
cumslut: fuck her harder
quokkjone: i’m gonna come again fuckkk
felix’s hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks on your skin and your breasts sway beneath you with every thrust. he leans over your back, one of his hands sliding up to grab your shoulder as he starts thrusting deeper, hitting your spot again and again.
“you feel so fucking good”, he pants against your ear, “taking my cock like you were made for it… f-fuck”
he pulls you upright, your back pressed against his chest now. his cock stays buried inside you as he wraps one arm around your waist. his other hand reaches up, his fingers turning your face towards him so your mouths meet in a desperate kiss. your tongues tangle together while his other hand slides down between your legs until his fingers find your clit, his cock still thrusting up into you. you moan loudly into his mouth, one of your hands reaching back to grip his hair.
“oh god… don’t stop”, you whimper against his lips, “please… right there- fuck, i’m g-gonna come”
his fingers start moving faster, pressing and circling while his hips continue moving, thrusting faster and harder now.
artprince69: do it faster she’s gonna come
maknaeontop: she’s gonna explode
you scream his name as you come hard, your juices gushing out around his cock and soaking his fingers and the sheets beneath you. your whole body shakes in his arms, your thigh trembling as you squirt, drenching everything. felix groans loudly, his own orgasm following yours as his cock pulses deep inside you while he keeps rubbing your clit.
dirtypup: holy fuck
quokkjone: she drenched him
edgequeen: i want him to fuck me too
cumslut: i came just from imagining i’m her oh my god
felix slows his movements, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. he looks at the camera and then smirks and moves you enough so he can reach his phone to end the livestream, the screen going dark now. he carefully pulls out of you, lies you on the bed and turns you in his arms, checking your face.
“you okay?”, he asks you softly as he brushes your hair from your forehead, the sweet and tender felix you’re used to slowly coming back now.
you nod your head, still trembling from the intensity but feeling perfect, better than you’ve ever felt before.
he smiles at you and pulls you closer, “good. and, y/n, just so you know, i think we should do this again”
you snort and look at him, smiling softly, “what? another live?”
felix shakes his head, his eyes dark again with renewed hunger, “not a live, no. this, just you and me”
you look at him, feeling that same fire inside you again and then you both lean in at the same time, your mouths meeting in the middle. his hands slide over your body one more time, and you feel his cock already twitching back to life against your thigh, the night far from over.
a/n: and with our brownie boy, we're already halfway through wowowow 🥳 thank you all so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed this part too and get ready because our very own maknae is next 😎
the library
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Ella’s Thought #25: Most to Least Likely To Be: Into Facesitting
Most
Changbin
Chan
Felix
Jisung
Minho
Jeongin
Seungmin
Hyunjin
Least
↓explanation↓
changbin-chan: i mean is it a surprise? they both got the tongue and the nose for it. they would want you to use their face as a chair as they lick you up, spank you, and hold onto your high. please pull their hair and grind into their face, they love that !!
felix-minho: i feel like these three men love thighs all in all. however felix and jisung just would love to pleasure you and make you feel good, meanwhile minho does it for experimentation sake.
jeongin-hyunjin: its not that these men don’t like to be sat on, they would love to do it if you want to do it just so you would feel good. it’s just not their preferred position, and would prefer for you to be on your back, rather than on top of them.
minho, changbin, hyunjin - minho doesn’t need explanation. changbin and hyunjin are not far behind from minho, big ass guys also. would totally love to leave handprints on your ass.
jisung, felix - both. they would probably have you sit down on their lap facing them, their head between your tits and their hands gripping your ass. best way to past time for them.
seungmin, jeongin, chan - they just give me the vibes~ no but fr, i imagine them loving your tits 24/7. they definitely give them more attention than your ass.
once you have established the fwb with him, you wont leave that tittle. meaning you wont fully become a friend of his nor you will ever become a partner to Chan. He doesnt have strict rules to be honest, he goes with the flow and he doesnt mind to have friend activities with you outside the bedroom. sex is okay, but mostly experimental in both parties
Minho
in contrario, Minho is super strict with his rules and he makes sure there's no feelings involved, and if that ever happens he will call off the thing. Minho is technical, sex is perhaps not the best but it gets you off perfectly. its also always scheduled, it doesn't happen spontaneously
Changbin
This man has high chance to develop feelings for you to one point after being fwb. because sex with changbin is always super intense, its not but its also emotional in a way. and because of that, its easy for feelings to start blooming. plus he is also the type to date you on dates and do other activities that doesnt involve around physical pleasure
Hyunjin
fwb with him is rough, its hot and it kinda hurts a little, because Hyunjin will use you as a toy to numb is feelings but also to release some steam and stress. Hyunjin despite his intensity is also someone lay back, meaning he has a completely friendship with you and treats you just like one. no feelings involved ever tho
Han
Han is someone that enjoys the fwb and he probably only as a few selected at the time, since he cannot deal with many at the same time. there isnt feelings, sex is very warm and easy going. he is also the type of person you can have conversations with and lean on
Felix
Pretty much like Han, Felix is a loyal fwb that will come whenever you call of him or need him for anything even if it's not sexual. stuff with him is equally good, soft yet hot. He probably acts like he has feelings during the deed but you know better than to fall on that
Seungmin
He is pretty much like Minho when it comes to fwb. he has strict rules about what needs to happen, how and the boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, in which feelings, jealousy and possessivity is a no no. Seungmin schedules the happening because it doesnt happen whenever it feels like it
IN
IN is the type of person to love being fwb, to want to have many but then sticking to their favorite person instead. sex with him is mind-blowing and kinky but also emotionally connecting. because of that there's changes of love blooming
Hi, me again, I saw that you did Jeongin's ideal type so I wanted to ask could you do the same for Chan if you haven't already? 👉🏻👈🏻 And also, Johnny and Mark? 👉🏻👈🏻 You don't have to if you don't want to shsd
note: Hey sweets ! You can find Johnny's and Mark's on my master list ! Hope you enjoy this one <3 Please remember this is based on their astrological chart
Bangchan Ideal Type
He doesn't really have any particular body type preference, however he likes better when his partner is slightly curvy
He is a man who likes to grab-grab
Believe it or not older people (of a few years) catch his eye more easily than younger people
With that said, his ideal type is someone that can be double face
That can be adorable and cute as well as fierce and hot
Someone that praises him a lot
That gives him a lot of comforting words and who isn't afraid to voice their feelings to him
He finds shyness cute, but he really gets going with people that speak their mind, that look right into his eyes and say a bold "you are handsome"
Like make him blush and he will fall in love
His ideal type is someone that knows how to seduce him and keep him interested
Qualities such as being understanding, supportive and ambitious are necessary
Chan is a working man, so his partner needs to understand his passions and not be a pain in the backside nor being someone that demands too much from him
His ideal type is someone that understands that he has duties and that will accompany him and spend quality time with him without complaint
Other qualities such as loyalty, natural beauty and sense of humour are required
Also to be honest, Chan wants someone who can be freaky inside the bedroom
Who isn't afraid to take control when needed and pushed him over every so often
Angel face with a devil personality is what he is looking for
angie i love your writing! i haven't seen you write for stray kids before and you don't have a master list for them, but could you do one of your cum before or after mlt?
He disliked it when his parents scolded him for getting the umpteenth piercing, he disliked getting up early in the morning to go the stupid classes he had to attend in order to pass the year, and he disliked when the cute barista - who made it very clear she had a crush on him - put an unnecessary amount of sugar in his coffee and wrote her phone number on his cup every single time, with a stupid “call me? :)” handwritten right next to Felix’s name. Seriously, it made him want to just throw the damn cup away.
But what - technically, who - Lee Felix disliked the most was you.
You, with your perfect grades - the typical straight A student -. You, and the annoying sound your fingers made while you were taking your notes on your computer. You, with your stupid habit of drinking a matcha latte boba before the first class started. You and your stupid, always perfect hair, styled the same way each day and yet never unkempt - how was it possible, by the way? -. You and your damn smile, bright and contagious. You and your nerdy friends, always sitting together in the diner talking about some stupid book or whatever the fuck it is nerds are into. You and your cute, puffy cheeks that turned red every time you had to give a presentation in class. You and your damn laughter, the most annoyingly cute sound he’d ever heard.
It made him sick. All of that.
What triggered Lee Felix the most, though, was that he couldn’t help but notice all those things, even though he disliked you. Oh, yeah, he definitely disliked you. Because if he didn’t, then it’d mean he liked you, and Lee Felix liked nobody.
Lee Felix was a punk, a bad boy, and he didn’t like anyone. Period.
Sometimes, he didn’t even like his own friends. Sometimes, he didn’t even like himself. So no, there was absolutely no way Lee Felix liked you… or was there?
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That day, the barista did it again.
This time, she even handed Felix a small piece of paper, carefully folded, and she even blushed when he took it from her hands. He knew what was written inside that note before he even opened it, and that’s why he tossed it in the trash can as soon as he exited the cafe.
“Dude, what the fuck?”, his friend Hyunjin asked, dumbfounded. “You didn’t even open it!”
Felix shrugged, clearly unbothered. “I already know what’s in there. It’s the second time she wrote her number on my cup this week. Thought she’d get the message.”
Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, something was on his mind. Felix kept on walking. “Just take the damn note already if you want to, Hyunjin.”
“Really? Can I?” Hyunjin asked, mouth agape.
Felix shook his head and chuckled. That’s just how well he knew his friend. Typical Hyunjin, he thought.
“Yeah, I don’t care.” Felix shrugged once again.
Hyunjin quickly rummaged through the thrash bin, feeling a bit disgusted with himself. Finally, he managed to find the yearned piece of paper, now a bit dirty. He quickly brushed his hands on his pants to clean them, and then he reached his friend. The coffee shop was only a couple of minutes away from campus, and Felix and his friends had their breakfast there everyday. Sure, the coffee shop girl - as Felix had nicknamed her - was persistent as fuck, but the coffee there was good and their pancakes were tasty.
Felix took out the pack of cigarettes he had in his back pocket, and lighted himself one. He took a puff, then handed the pack to his friend. “Want one?”, he asked, tasting the nicotine on his tongue.
Hyunjin shook his head as a no. “Already smoked one before breakfast.”
Felix chuckled. “So what?”, he asked. “Are you trying to cut off smoking?”, he let out a laugh.
“Yah! Don’t make fun of me!” Hyunjin playfully elbowed his friend. “I mean, kinda? I heard it negatively affects your stamina and we have a couple years left of college so, you know, I’d like to have sex as much as possible.”
Felix was already halfway through his cigarette, so he thought he might as well finish it. “Alcohol is bad for your stamina too, but you didn’t care when you knocked back a bottle of whiskey at Jeongin’s yesterday, did you?”
“You should really learn to respect the eldest, Yongbok-ah.” Hyunjin teased, calling his friend by his Korean name, knowing it pissed him off.
That’s another thing Lee Felix disliked: when someone, anyone called him Yongbok. He didn’t know why, he just thought the name Felix suited him best. Plus, it was a foreign name, and it made him gain lots of pussy on campus throughout the years. Yongbok sounded lame in his opinion.
“Yah! Jugeullae?” Felix barked, turning to his friend with dark eyes. “Don’t ever call me that. Never again.”
He knew from the moment he drunkenly told his friend his Korean name, that they’d tease him forever about it. He hated his parents for giving him such a lame name. It’s like his parents never wanted him to get laid in the first place.
“Sorry, man.” Hyunjin laughed, patting his friend on the back.
But Felix wasn’t paying attention to his friend any more. No, because, as soon as they rounded the corner, Felix spotted you.
You had this huge, brown bag that looked insanely heavy on your shoulders. You were chatting with your friends, the ones Felix thought were incredibly boring, though he only shared a couple of classes with them way back, so it’s not like he knew them.
“Are you even listening to me?” Hyunjin elbowed him.
Felix turned to look at his friend. “No, sorry. Was distracted. What were you saying?”
Hyunjin let out a frustrated sigh. “I asked you if you’re free tomorrow. You know, for rehearsal and stuff.”
Felix nodded. “Sure. I’ll be there.”
When Felix turned to look at you once again, you were already gone.
Damn Hyunjin and his stupid questions. Wait, why was it bothering him so much? He disliked you.
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Lee Felix also disliked to give presentations.
Especially in front of a whole fucking class. Especially when he didn’t even like the subject in the first place and only attended it because it gave him the credits he needed. Especially when he didn’t even know what the hell was the topic.
Let’s just say Felix didn’t enjoy the college experience that much. His grades were slightly above average, but not that high overall, and when he did manage to get high scores on tests was because he’d copied from someone smarter.
Felix wasn’t interested in that shit.
He wasn’t interested in grades, degrees, qualifications or anything even remotely related to academic stuff. He didn’t even know what he wanted to do with his life, for God’s sake. All he knew was that, for now, his only interests were playing with his band and hang out with his friends.
So, when his English literature professor demanded a project, he was definitely not pleased. A paired project. Who could he even do the fucking project with? He didn’t even know the face of any of his peers - besides you, but then again, he’d never even spoken to you, so the problem still remained.
“The due date is in two weeks.”, the professor ended his explanation.
He’d explained that every pair of students had to write an essay which had to be ten fucking pages long at least. At least. Felix had scoffed at that. The silver lining was that Felix’s English was flawless - for obvious reasons -, so he could at least flex that.
He left the room as soon as the professor dismissed the class, pissed as fuck. He slid one hand in his back pocket, ready to grab his pack of cigarettes to smoke another one, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
He was expecting to find literally anyone else before him, once he turned around. Just not you, staring at him like an abandoned puppy. His breath hitched, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice. What could you possibly want from him?
“Lee Felix?”, you asked timidly.
Felix disliked the way your voice sounded incredibly cute and sweet. He absolutely didn’t like it.
“In the flesh.”, he responded with a cocky smirk.
You sighed out of… relief? “I’m y/n. I’m so sorry to bother you, we’re in the same class of English literature.”, you introduced yourself.
I know who you are, Felix wanted to tell you, The damn sound your fingernails make on your stupid keyboard drives me fucking crazy. But he didn’t say a word.
“Yeah, I know.”, he simply said.
You seemed surprised to hear those words. “Oh, that’s great… Listen, I need to ask you a favor.”
You? Ask him a favor?
He nodded, signaling you to continue. “It’s about the project. The problem is, I’m not that confident with my English, but I also don’t want to fail the presentation. I need the credits.”, you took a brief pause. “I know your English is flawless, and that’s why I need your help.”
“Are you asking me to do the presentation with you?”, his words caught you off-guard.
“I… Yes, basically.”, you admitted. “Unless you already have a partner, in that case just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“I don’t.”, he quickly replied. Too quickly. “We can do the presentation together.”
You seemed relieved, and a big smile spread on your face. “Great. Thank you! I’ll buy you a boba or a coffee or whatever you prefer as a thank you. Just not right now, I have an upcoming class and I absolutely can’t skip it.”
You opened the huge bag you were carrying and quickly pulled out a pen and a note pad. Felix couldn’t help but notice how well organized the inside of your bag was. Were you some kind of control freak? Before he knew it, you were handing him a piece of paper.
“Here’s my phone number. You can text or whatever, and we’ll schedule our work.” Felix nodded, but before he could even say something, you excused yourself. “I’m very sorry but I really have to go now. See you in class!”
And you were gone. Again.
Felix swore he’d never saved a phone number that fast. And he disliked that.
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Felix’s bass was laying on his friend’s couch - had been for half an hour, truth be told, since Jisung had asked his band members to take a break from rehearsal. The more he looked at it, the more Felix liked his bass. It was a gift from his grandfather’s when Felix was only fourteen years old, before he moved from Australia. It was Felix’s most prized possession, he had no doubt about it, and he took really good care of it.
“I texted Bee.” Hyunjin spoke to Felix, a half empty bottle of beer in his hand. What about your stamina now?, Felix thought to himself.
Felix looked at his friend with a confused look on his face. “Who the fuck is Bee?”, he asked wit his eyebrows furrowed. Was he supposed to know this Bee? He was pretty sure he didn’t know anyone with that name.
“The girl from the coffee shop. That’s not her real name, but she told me that’s what everyone calls her.” Hyunjin explained. “It’s because of her favorite colors, black and yellow.”
That’s a shitty nickname, Felix thought. “Did she block you?” Felix joked, and his friend threw a pillow at him.
“Yah! For your information, she was more than happy I contacted her.” Hyunjin said, proud of himself.
Felix wanted to remind his friend that the note she’d written her number on was originally meant to be for him, but he didn’t. He didn’t care about her, so there was no point in pointing it out.
“I’m going out with her this weekend.” He added. “So you’ll stay at home working on that stupid project like a loser” Hyunjin rose his finger and thumb in the shape of an ‘L’ in front oh Felix’s face “while I’ll be busy getting laid.”
Felix scoffed. He could get laid any time if he wanted to. “I hope your dick falls off before this weekend.”, he chuckled, and Hyunjin playfully pushed him by the shoulder.
“Who’s gonna get laid?” Jisung asked, coming back into the room, Jeongin right behind him.
“Not Felix.” Hyunjin teased, earning a glare from his friend. “He’s too busy being a nerd.”, he stressed the word ‘nerd’ a bit too much.
“Hyunjin, one more word and I’ll punch you in the face.” Felix warned him.
Fuck what his stupid friend was saying, Felix wasn’t a nerd for focusing on a project, was he? Plus, it’s not like he had to study all day, he could always go out and find someone to hook up with, or maybe hit one of his old booty calls up. Whatever he decided to do, one thing was sure: Felix wasn’t turning into a nerd nor a loser. He himself wouldn’t allow it.
It was in this moment that he realized he still hadn’t contacted you. Fuck, it’d been a day since he’d saved your contact, and he still hadn’t reached out to you. He swiftly took his phone out of his pockets and opened your chat, still empty, ready to type something, anything.
Felix here. Sorry if I haven’t contacted you sooner, I’ve been busy.
Busy. That was a strong word, considering that he’d spent the previous afternoon laying in his bed pumping his bare cock with his fist in order to release some tension, but you didn’t need to know that. And neither did his friends, or he wouldn’t let him live it down.
“You there?” Jisung asked him.
Felix locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. “Yep. Let’s pick up from where we left.”
He picked his bass up from the couch and connected it with the speaker.
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You were panicking. A whole day had passed and Felix hadn’t contacted you. What if was having second thoughts? What if he didn’t want to be your project partner anymore? You’d have to find a new partner, but they’d probably be all taken by now. Why did you even choose to attend an English literature class when your English practically sucks?
“I knew it.” Lia, your friend, interrupted your train of thought with a scoff. “Why would you even ask Lee Felix to help you anyways? The guy’s a scumbag.”, she emphasized the last word, and you snorted at that. Yeah, Lia wasn’t the type to beat around the bush.
“I just need him to help me write that damn essay - I need a good grade if I want to apply for the scholarship.”, you groaned out of frustration, covering your face with both of your hands as you leaned back on your friend’s couch.
“Yeah, but his grades suck. What were you expecting from a guy like him? He doesn’t even show up to classes, why would he care about a project?”
Felix’s grades weren’t the best, you were aware of that, but you weren’t the type of person to judge her peers by their scores on academic tests, you knew it was bullshit. So, you didn’t give a shit about Felix’s grades, knowing damn well that grades don’t define a person.
“I don’t know, Lia, I-“ you were interrupted by the low buzz of your phone. “It’s him!”, you almost screamed as soon as you read the message on your screen. “Thank God - he hasn’t bailed on me!”
Lia scoffed, but you didn’t pay attention to her. The only thing that mattered was that Felix hadn’t canceled on you and was still in for the project, and it was all that mattered to you in that moment. Your average was safe, and that was a relief, or you wouldn’t hear the end of it from your parents.
Stupid strict parents and stupid rules.
Hi Felix! It’s okay. Do you want to meet up tomorrow? For the project, of course.
You quickly typed your reply and sent it to him, although he didn’t text you back until nearly two hours later. Not that you were impatiently waiting for him to reply…
Sure.
Perfect! I was thinking about the campus library? During lunch break, perhaps? Sounds okay?
Meet you there.
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Felix didn’t know where the fucking library was. Truth be told, he didn’t even know there was a library in the building.
None of his friends had ever gone to the library, so he had to find on the fucking campus map which floor the library was at. What kind of place is this?, was his first thought as soon as he stepped inside the room. It was practically deserted, and he wondered why you hadn’t chosen a cafe or literally anyplace else.
He spotted you as soon as the librarian let him in after checking his badge. You were sitting alone - of course, he thought to himself - with your computer on and your books open on the table.
“You’re late.”, you stated as soon as he reached your table. Your head snapped up to meet his unbothered expression, as if he didn’t even care he made you wait for him for nearly an hour.
Because he didn’t care.
“As a matter of fact,” he started “lunch break isn’t over yet. Technically, I’m not late.”, he smirked.
You scoffed, annoyed at his attitude. “Technically,” you mocked his tone, “you are. Lunch break ends in less than fifteen minutes.”
He sat before you. “There’s a lot of things that can be done in fifteen minutes.”, he grinned.
“Well, a project most definitely isn’t one of them.”, you barked. Why was he acting like an asshole right now? If he didn’t want to participate he could have said that, so you wouldn’t be wasting your time. “Listen, if you don’t want to work together, just say it. I’ll get someone else to help me.”, you spat.
Felix was taken aback by your words. He wasn’t expecting you to lash out like that. You must really care about this damn project, he guessed.
“I’m sorry.”, he sighed. He didn’t give a shit about his grades, but that didn’t mean that everyone else was like him. You clearly took this project way more seriously than he did, and he had to at least respect that. “I should’ve showed up on time.”, he apologized, sincerely.
You looked at him through your lashes, still unsure whether you should trust him or not. “You should have”, you sighed “But it’s okay.”, you eventually gave in. “Just… From now on, if you know you’re going to be late, at least text me so I’ll know.”
He nodded understandingly, and felt a bit guilty for behaving like a dickhead. And he disliked it. He was a bad boy, and bad boys don’t feel guilty for hurting one’s feelings, right?
“It’s not gonna happen again. I promise.”
His piercing brown eyes were staring into yours. You nodded, then gave him a hint of a smile, content with the change in his behavior.
“So… I was thinking Shakespeare.” Felix looked at you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “For the project.”, you clarified.
“Oh, right.”, he cleared his throat.
Felix’s reaction kind of surprised you. Hadn’t he listened to your professor’s explanation? Was he even paying attention during class?
“You do know what the project has to be about, right?”, you inquired, quirking one eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. I mean… kinda?”, he scratched the nape of his neck, a bit embarrassed that you’d caught him.
You looked at him dumbfounded, realizing he had no clue what you were talking about. Maybe your friend Lia was right, maybe asking Lee Felix of all people for help was not your brightest idea…
“We have to choose one author and present a couple of their works to the class.”, you explained, he was listening carefully. “I was thinking that we could to an analysis of how the author’s perception of feelings changes and evolves throughout his major works and sonnets.”
Felix was sincerely impressed by your organization and method. It was only the first time you two met to talk about the project and you already had a whole scheme prepared. Maybe that’s why your grades were insanely high and his were, well… terrible.
“Fine by me.”, he agreed with your suggestion.
“Okay, then. Next time we meet we can choose specifically what to work on, does that sound okay?”, you asked, and he nodded.
Then, to his surprise, you stood up from your chair and started recollecting all of your stuff. He couldn’t help but notice how you placed your books back in your bag, careful not to fold any of the pages or damage them in any way. Fuck, he wasn’t even sure he had bought the damn books. You truly were different than him in more ways he could’ve imagined.
“You’re leaving already?” Felix sounded perplexed.
“Already?”, you chuckled. “I’ve waited here for you for forty-five minutes.”, you remarked. “The break’s over and I have classes to attend. Text me when you’re free so we can meet again.”
And at the speed of light, you were out of the library and of Felix’s sight.
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That day, your encounter took place in a boba shop.
To your surprise, it was Felix who suggested the place, asking you if you could please meet somewhere else next time, and then suggested a nice boba shop - your favorite, but he couldn’t know that. It was a rather quiet place and it had comfortable, large tables so that you could also bring your pc and books.
This time, Felix showed up on time. Actually, he had arrived early. When you reached the place, he was already there, waiting for you. You approached him, and you couldn’t help but notice there were two bubble teas on the table. One was of a yellowish color with red bobas, and the other was- oh.
“This is for you.” Felix said, pointing at the matcha latte bubble tea with tapioca peals in it. Specific.
“How did you know this was my favorite flavor?”, you furrowed your eyebrows.
Felix gulped, caught off guard. He couldn’t tell you he’d noticed you walking around on campus with a cup of matcha latte since day one, now, could he? It’d make him look like a total creep, and he wasn’t. He just had a great memory… maybe.
“I didn’t.”, he lied. “What are the odds, huh?”, he chuckled, hoping the embarrassed laugh he’d let out wouldn’t give his white lie away.
You thanked him for the boba, slightly blushing, and then sat next to him. You took off your jeans jacket, then proceeded to take your computer and books out of your bag. Then, you turned to Felix with a book in your hands.
“This is for you.”, you told him, handing it to him.
He looked at you confused, but took it anyways. A book of Shakespeare’s minor works and sonnets, a parallel text edition. He opened it, and quickly leafed through it. No, it wasn’t a book, it was your book. It had little pen-written notes on the border of some pages and even a couple of sticky notes here and there with your thoughts.
“It’s part of my collection.”, you continued. “I just thought you’d find it useful, you know, for our research.”
He closed the hard-covered book, then placed it on the table. “Thank you. You really like Shakespeare, don’t you?”, he chuckled, and you cracked a smile as well.
“I do.”, you nodded. “I’ve read all of his major works at least once. Have you ever read something of him?”, you asked.
Felix thought about it for a solid ten seconds, then remembered that one time when his teacher back in Australia made him read the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet during spring break. How was he supposed to tell you he didn’t like it? You were apparently Shakespeare’s biggest fan or something. So, he shook his head as a no, hoping you wouldn’t think any less of him. Not that he cared, of course.
“Then I hope you’ll love this book as much as I do.”, you gave him a warm smile.
You spent the whole afternoon discussing how to write the essay, how many chapters should it consist of, which sources to consult and stuff like that. You even wrote down on a pad your schedule and when every chapter should be due. Felix was sincerely amazed by your dedication, and couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time while you explained every single detail to him - how you’d bite on your lower lip while scribbling something on the paper sheet, how you’d gently move locks of hair from your face, how you’d - wait, what?
The boba shop was now almost empty, and so were your cups of bubble tea, long forgotten on the table as you and Felix kept on talking about which works you should include in your essay. The sudden ring of Felix’s phone signaling he got a message brought you back to reality.
“Fuck.”, he cussed under his breath.
You looked at him confused, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Is something wrong?”, you asked him, preoccupied by his reaction.
He locked his phone and place it on the table. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I forgot I had made plans with my friends tonight, and it’s already 8:20pm.”
Your eyes widened. “8:20pm?”, you gasped.
It was super late. Plus, you lived on the other side of the city, and it’d take forever to go back right now, especially since you didn’t have a car and moved around the city essentially by bus and stuff.
Felix nodded. “Everything alright?”
You stood up, quickly recollecting your stuff from the table and putting everything back in your bag. “Yeah, it’s just… It’s super late and there are no buses after 8:30 pm, so I’m kind of in a rush.”, you explained.
“Do you need a ride home?” Those words left Felix’s mouth almost automatically, before he could even stop himself.
You stopped in your tracks right when you were about to put your jacket on. You thought about Felix’s proposal. You could really use a ride home, so his offer sounded pretty tempting.
“I mean…”, you trailed. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me.”
Oh.
“Then I could really use a ride home, thank you.”, you smiled at him and he smiled back. “Is your car parked around here?”
Felix smirked, and you frowned, confused. Only when you reached the parking lot you discovered Felix didn’t drive a car. No, Lee Felix’s vehicle was a fucking motorcycle. A huge one at that. Of a polished black color nonetheless. You had to admit - it looked pretty badass, but also intimidating.
You turned to him with your mouth agape and a shocked expression. “You didn’t tell me you ride a motorcycle!”
“You didn’t ask.”, he shrugged.
Touché.
“I’ve - I’ve never…”, you muttered, embarrassed to admit you’d never even been on one before.
To say you were scared would be an understatement.
“You’ve never been on one?”, he teased, sensing your anxiety. When you shook your head, he gave you a sympathetic smile. “It’s not that scary, I promise.”, he tried to reassure you.
“Do you have a helmet?”, you asked, nervous.
He nodded. “Yeah, I do have a spare one. I’m not that reckless.”, he chuckled and you sighed out of relief when he handed you your helmet. You looked at him embarrassed to tell him you didn’t know how to put it on properly. “Want me to help you?”
You nodded.
He came closer to you with the black helmet in his hands. He was now so close to you you could actually feel his hot breath against your skin, and that sent shivers down your spine. He put the helmet on your head carefully, and you were thankful he couldn’t see your cheeks turn red when his fingers delicately brushed your jaw and neck as he secured it.
“Ready?”, he asked you, inserting his skinny, veiny hands in his leather gloves, helmet already on and secured.
You nodded, timidly hopping on the vehicle. “Mh-hm”, you hummed, not fully convinced by the new experience you were about to make. You weren’t scared, no, you were literally a second away to shitting your pants.
“Hop on.”, he tapped on the leather seat.
You can do it, you thought. It could not be that hard, could it? The moment you hopped on Felix’s motorcycle, you felt like you were about to faint. It didn’t feel safe at all, and you were afraid of falling even before he started the engine.
“You might wanna put your arms around me.”, he told you. “So that you don’t fall.”, he quickly added, clearing his throat.
He disliked the way he was hoping to feel your touch. But what he hated even more, was how he felt his stomach twist the way he actually felt your arms around his waist. It’s just a physical reaction, he thought, it means nothing. The second he started the engine, he could feel your hands gripping his t-shirt tight, and his heart skipped a beat. And he didn’t like it at all.
“Where do you live?”, he asked you, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest.
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The ride home lasted less than you thought.
The second Felix turned the engine off, you hopped off the motorcycle as fast as you could, legs shaking a bit. Truth be told, the ride home was much less terrifying than you thought, but you were thankful it was finally over nonetheless.
“Here, let me help you take this off.” Felix told you as he came closer.
His fingers fidgeted a bit with the helmet, before he was finally able to unhook it and slide it off your head, your faces were only inches apart once again. He couldn’t help but notice how cute you were with your hair all messy and all over your face. Was this how you looked post-sex?, he couldn’t help but wonder. Your hair all over your flustered face, lips swollen and cheeks red-.
Wait, what?
Where was this coming from? He immediately brushed that thought away from his stupid head.
“So, was it that terrible?”, he asked you.
You shook your head as a no. “Thought it would be worse.”, you chuckled, quickly combing your hair with your hands, and he smiled. “I actually enjoyed it.”
“Would you do it again?”, he blurted without thinking too much about what he was saying.
You looked at him surprised. Was it an invitation? What were you supposed to say? “Yes.”, you shot back.
Felix was surprised. Why had he asked you such a stupid question in the first place? He didn’t like you. That’s what he kept telling himself. The more he spent time with you, the more he repeated those four-slash-five words inside his head. He. Didn’t. Like. You.
But then why was his heart beating so fast in his chest?
“Oh.” Felix gulped hard. “That’s… nice.”
Gosh, if his friends saw him now they’d tease him until the day he died for being so weird and awkward in front of a woman. He usually had no problem when it came to talking to girls. In fact, he was kind of a pro at that, followed by Hyunjin - he was a real playboy, to sugarcoat it.
You smiled at him. “Then I guess I’ll see you next time?”
Felix nodded. “I’ll read the book, then.”
“Perfect.”
“I, uh… I have to go now.”, he cleared his throat. “Stuff to do.”
“Right, your friends.”, you remembered. “See you soon.”, you cracked a smile, and he did the same.
“Bye, y/n.”
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“Dude, I’m telling you, she sucks cock like a pro.” Hyunjin sighed, kicking his head back on Jeongin’s couch. “Thought I’d pass out.”, he groaned.
“Was she that good?” Jeongin asked him, genuinely curious.
Felix was confused about how they ended up talking about how well did Hyunjin’s new fling - Bee - sucked cock. Things escalated pretty quickly, he thought.
“The best.” Hyunjin answered. “The second my cock hit the back of her throat I was already cumming hard. Dude, I’m telling you, she’s amazing.”, then he turned to Felix, smirking. “You really missed out on a lot, Yongbok-ah."
Felix glared at him and clenched his jaw at the mention of his Korean name. One of these days he was seriously going to punch Hyunjin for being such a pain in the ass. He decided not to say anything, though, and simply shrugged. He didn’t care about Hyunjin’s latest conquest then, and he most definitely didn’t care about her now.
“She acted all cute and stuff and then just- woah. Mind-blowing.” Hyunjin went on with his story, clearly not reading the room.
As soon as Felix heard those words, though, he couldn’t help but think of you. You too acted all shy and cute, sweet and innocent. Would you also be good at sucking cock?, Felix wondered, then mentally slapped himself. Seriously, what was wrong with him? For the second time in less than an hour, inside his head had popped up very non-chaste thoughts involving you, and he couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it had been too long since he’d last gotten laid, maybe he just needed to release some tension, or maybe he’d had too much to drink.
“I think we’ve talked enough about your girl’s… skills.” Felix cleared his throat, opening the case of his electric bass before taking the instrument out.
It had been around thirty minutes since they’d gathered in Jeongin’s basement and they still hadn’t played a single song.
“Buzzkill.” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, but Felix decided to ignore him. “By the way, how’s it going with your project? How’s your partner, is she hot?”, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a glare from his friend.
“We have to work together, I’m not thinking about fucking her.” Felix scoffed.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. First, he’d thought about how would your face and hair look after sex, and now, apparently, was wondering about your oral-giving skills.
“Too bad, she does look hot.” Jisung shrugged. Felix turned his head so fast to look at his friend he almost broke his neck. How did Jisung know how you looked? How did he even know who you were? “Woah, dude, relax, I’m not trying to take your girl away from you.” Jisung joked, teasing his friend about his sudden reaction.
“She’s not my girl.” Felix barked. “She’s just my partner for this stupid project.”, he scoffed. His friends exchanged a quick look, and decided not to go any further and to just drop the subject for good. “Now are we finally going to play something or not?”, he barked, and none of his friends dared to say another word.
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That night, Felix tossed in his sheets for hours, unable to fall asleep. He’d been staring at his ceiling for the past hour, but his eyes just wouldn’t fucking close and his stupid brain wouldn’t let him fucking rest. At first, he’d blamed it on the alcohol, and swore he’d never drink that much on weekdays. He’d drunk so much he had to leave his motorcycle at Jeongin’s and walk back home. Luckily for him, Jeongin lived about ten minutes away from him, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
As he tossed in his sheets for the umpteenth time, he made the fucking mistake of brushing one hand against his crotch, and his stupid cock decided to suddenly wake up and was now rock hard inside his sweats. Felix sighed, pulling his sweats down, knowing there was just one thing he could to to make his stupid boner go away.
He whimpered as soon as he wrapped his own fingers around his bare cock. He began to slowly pump himself, not really in the mood to do this now. He used a couple of fingers to messily spread his arousal all over his pink, sensitive tip, and started stroking himself a little faster.
Then, another weird thought popped up in his mind.
He started fantasizing about your hand wrapped around him, gently stroking his cock, instead of his own, and he felt his member instantly twitch in his hand. He imagined your delicate, tapered fingers around the base of his thick cock, then all the way up his tip, then down to his base again, and he couldn’t help but notice how he started leaking more and more pre-cum to the thought of you.
At first it was the thought of your hand and fingers, but then he started imagining your mouth wrapped around him - your hot, wet tongue swirling around his hard member, and he couldn’t help but let out another whimper as he moved his hand faster and faster.
He imagined you, bobbing you head up and down his length, taking him deeper in your mouth until the tip reached the back of your throat, and he came with a deep, hoarse grunt - all over his hand and abdomen, some of his cum landing on his black tank top. He came so hard it took a couple of minutes for him to regain his breath, he hadn’t had a mind-blowing orgasm like this in a long while.
He cleaned himself up and changed into a clean t-shirt and a new pair of underwear, before returning to bed, already feeling sleepy, and the next thing he knew, he was already falling asleep like a baby.
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Felix was now outside your house for the second time in less than a week. It was a Saturday, and you’d texted him that morning telling him that you weren’t going to make it to your daily study appointment because you’d missed the bus.
That’s when he’d come up with the worst idea he’d had in months, maybe years.
“No problem, I’ll pick you up”, he’d texted you, then mentally slapped himself immediately after he’d pressed the ‘send’ button.
As soon as he rang your doorbell, he hard a faint meow coming from inside your apartment, and then he noticed the black cat sat on your windowsill, which was looking at Felix through the glass.
“Hi!”, you opened the door suddenly, and he almost jolted up.
“Hey.”, he greeted you.
He then felt something tugging at his skinny jeans, and when he lowered his gaze, he saw that same black cat that was previously inside your house - now grasping on his pants with its little, yet sharp, claws. “Oh, hello to you too.”, he smiled at the animal, kneeling to pet it.
“Well that’t unusual.”, you commented. Felix’s head snapped in your direction. “I mean,” you started “He usually isn’t affectionate with total strangers.”
“Oh, he’s a he?” Felix asked, still petting your cat, which was now purring happily. “What’s his name?”
“Salem.”, you said, kneeling down as well, and your cat meowed at you. “He’s a little bitch sometimes, but he’s so cute I can’t stay mad at him.”
“He is cute.” Felix remarked.
“Let me get him inside and then we can go.”, you told him and he nodded.
But the cat grasped harder on Felix’s pants. “Seems like he doesn’t want me to go.” Felix joked, picking up the cat in his arms, cuddling him. The cat purred happily in Felix’s arms.
“We can… study here, if you want. It’s quiet and you’d get to pet Salem.”, you suddenly spoke. Felix looked taken aback, and blinked a few times. “But - if you want to go somewhere else that’s totally fine.”, you quickly added, but he interrupted you.
“No, it’s okay. Plus, I’d get to spend more time with this cutie.”, he said then booped at Salem’s little nose.
You smiled at him, then got up. “Then come on in.”
Salem seemed to adore Felix. He’d literally been around him all afternoon, and even when you were working on your project, that little ball of black fur stood beside Felix all the time, and when he was not beside Felix, he was onto his lap, looking incredibly comfortable.
You studied for the whole afternoon until your clock hit 7pm. Felix realized it’d been the longest he’d been inside a girl’s apartment without taking his clothes off. Then, he realized it’d also been the longest he’d spent with his books open, actually reading them. Maybe Hyunjin was right - maybe he was turning into a nerd.
“Do you want to eat here?”, you turned to look at him with your phone in your hand, interrupting his train of thought. “I’m getting pizza delivered. We can continue after we’ve eaten.”, you said, pointing at your books and school stuff.
Pizza? That sounded pretty tempting. He couldn’t even recall how long it’d been since he’d last ate pizza. Plus, he had nothing to do anyways. Hyunjin was out with whatshername and they were probably fucking each other’s brains out, and how were they supposed to rehearse without the main guitarist?
He nodded. “That sounds alright.”
That evening, Felix got bullied by youfor saying out loud his all time favorite pizza was Hawaiian pizza. To him, it tasted pretty fucking good and contained all of his favorite toppings and foods, but to you it just looked outrageous.
“I think I’m speaking on behalf of all Italians when I say that this -”, you’d said, pointing at his carton “- should be considered a crime.”, you giggled.
Dramatic, he’d thought. It was only pizza! How could putting pineapple on a fucking pizza be considered a crime? Plus, it tasted really fucking good in his opinion.
Anyhow, half an hour and two empty cartons of pizza later, you were back to work. The room was quiet, and the only things that could be heard were the sound of Felix’s fingers leafing through the book you’d lent him and Salem’s content purring. He was cuddled up on Felix’s lap, and demanded he pet him every now and then.
“Why does he like you so much?”, you blurted out suddenly, taking a break from whatever the hell you were doing on your computer.
Felix looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”
“Salem.”, you said, and the cat meowed. “I told you, he doesn’t like strangers. He used to bite and scratch my ex all the time. He still scratches my friends whenever they come over!”, you giggled.
Felix’s stomach twisted unexpectedly at the mention of your ex’s name, and he cringed at his own reaction. Why was he feeling like this? He wasn’t jealous, he couldn’t be. Because if he was jealous, then it’d mean that he liked you, and he didn’t.
Felix didn’t like you, period. You were just helping each other with this stupid essay shit. You were just colleagues, peers, fellow students or whatever the fuck it was that you two were. Nothing more. That’s what he kept telling himself. Sure, you were attractive, it was undeniable, but Felix was positive he didn’t feel anything for you.
“He must really like me, then.” Felix smiled, scratching Salem’s chin, and the cat happily purred in response.
“I guess he does.”, you smiled back, patting the cat’s head as well.
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Felix woke up and felt something warm on his stomach. As soon as he opened his eyes, still a bit sleepy, and lowered his gaze - he realized it was Salem. The cat was peacefully sleeping on top of Felix’s body. Then, Felix realized his whole body was covered with a soft blanket. Huh? Had he fallen asleep? At your place? How did it happen? When? Then, he spotted you, still on your computer and with your books open.
“Oh, you’re awake.”, you stated, noticing the sudden movements of Felix’s figure. “You fell asleep while reading.”, you chuckled.
Felix was still a bit sleepy and confused. “What time is it?”, he yawned.
You double-checked on your pc. “Ten past midnight.”
“I guess I should go then.” Felix raised his body as to sit on the couch, and that caused Salem to inevitably jolt up with a very unpleased meow.
You nodded and stood up from the chair to help him recollect his things and fold the blanket you’d lent him. However, Salem had another plan in mind, because he decided to just make you stumble and fall right on the couchYou and Felix were now so close you could feel his breath on your lips, and just like the first time, it made you blush and shiver because of your sudden proximity.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Salem made me trip, I-…”, you stuttered, trying to find the proper words to say.
“It’s okay.”
Unexpectedly, Felix brought one hand to your cheek, and gently brushed away one lock of hair. The light touch of the pads of his fingers on your skin made your stomach twist - his delicate touch was in contrast with the way his hands looked, decorated with chunky, heavy rings and with black polish on each of his fingernails. You had to physically swallow the lump in your throat when you felt Felix’s nose brushing against yours just mere seconds later.
“Right, uhm - I’ll go.”, he cleared his throat, feeling your body tense up under his touch.
You quickly moved away, giving Felix enough space to get up. Now, his body was towering above yours, and your head snapped up to meet his eyes and this time, he could feel it. It wasn’t discomfort nor awkwardness what you felt whenever you were around him - it was attraction. You were now looking at him and expecting him to do something, and that he did.
He cupped your face in his hands, then nuzzled his nose against yours once again. Then, he looked you in the eye in search for any sign of uncertainty or second thoughts, but there was none. So, instead of waiting for him to make a move, you closed the gap between you, and placed your lips on top of his. He froze in his spot for a couple of seconds, then started kissing you back. His hands moved from your face to your hips, grabbing you by the waist as he deepened the kiss as you ran your hand through his dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a deep grunt from him.
When one of his hands moved to squeeze your ass and grip it firmly, you let out a soft whimper, which caught Felix by surprise. He pulled you closer to his body, without any intention of breaking the kiss, and you could now feel his erection pressed against your lower half.
You slowly pulled away from the kiss, and Felix grunted in disapproval, pecking your lips once more. “Bedroom?”, you whispered on his lips, looking at him through your eyelashes.
Felix swallowed the lump in his throat as he repeated your question inside his head again and again. Would it really be a smart decision to sleep with you? Fuck it, he thought, then kissed you again. “Yes.”, he muttered in-between kisses.
How the two of you even made it to your bedroom without pulling away from each other was a mystery. As soon as Felix entered your bedroom, he kicked the door closed, leaving an upset Salem out of the room - which meowed in disapproval.
Your body sunk in the soft mattress - Felix was still kissing you, his body hovering over yours. You opened your legs to welcome him between them, and you both moaned at the contact of your clothed cores pressed together. His kisses slowly moved from your lips to your jawline first, then to your neck. When he started to leave wet, sloppy kisses on your collarbone, you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, careful not to hurt him.
“Can I take this off?” Felix mumbled against your skin, his hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt.
You nodded, and then you felt his hands slowly lift it up before he removed it completely - tossing it somewhere in your room without a care in the world. You were still wearing a bra, though, and Felix couldn’t help but bite his lower lip once he noticed it was actually see-through and he could in fact take a proper glimpse of your nipples.
All of his friends were ass guys, but Felix’s preference for boobs was no secret. And right now, as his eyes witnessed your half-naked body laying under his, he could think of nothing else other than your boobs and how much he wanted to touch, squeeze, lick and bite them. He felt his cock twitch inside his underwear at the mere thought of his lips and tongue being anywhere near your nipples, and his pants were now so tight it was actually starting to hurt.
You seemed to have read his mind, because you suddenly spoke. “Take them off.”
He kneeled between your legs and swiftly removed his tank top - revealing his tattoos in the process - and his veiny fingers began fidgeting with his belt first, and then with the zipper of his pants. He mentally cursed himself for choosing to wear skinny jeans that day, which right now felt even tighter because of how hard he was. He eventually got up from the bed to remove them completely, and was now in his underwear only.
“Can I take off yours, too?”, he asked you, and you nodded, unzipping your jeans as well.
He helped you slide them off your legs, then placed his body back between your thighs. He couldn’t help but notice how your panties and bra were matching and how they were made of the same see-through material, and grunted when he took a glimpse of the outline of your pussy. When he pressed his body back on yours, your eyes widened and you moaned at the sudden feeling of his barely clothed cock right against your clit. Now, without the layers of both of your pants, you could feel him almost entirely, and he was much harder than you thought. Another thing left you speechless - you felt something cold directly on your nipples, and that’s when it hit you.
Lee Felix had nipple piercings. Two of them, pressing on your nipples. As if his tongue piercing wasn’t enough to drive you crazy.
His lips returned to where they previously were - on your collarbone. This time, he brought one hand to cup your breasts over the fabric of your bra, and you let out a choked moan when the pad of his index and middle finger brushed against your sensitive nipple. When you arched your back, Felix understood the assignment and quickly moved his hand to unclasp your bra. You quickly slid the straps off your arms and let your bra fall somewhere on the floor.
Felix took one of your nipples between his fingers as soon as he got the chance to, and you kicked your head back in pleasure when you felt his lips and tongue on the other one. He licked and sucked on one nipple, delicately twisting the other one between the pads of his fingers. “Perfect tits.”, he moaned against your skin.
“Felix.”, you moaned when you felt his teeth delicately scrape your sensitive flesh, and Felix could swear he’d never heard a more erotic sound in his whole life. The way you just moaned his name was somehow so addicting, and he wished you’d never stop repeating his name like that, so desperate and needy for him.
His hand then moved all over your body until it brushed against your clothed pussy, in desperate need of hearing you moan his name once again. “Can I?”, he pulled away from your nipple to ask you if he could slip his fingers inside the fabric of your panties.
“Yes, fuck. Yes.”, you breathed out, desperate to feel his fingers right there - on the most sensitive part of your body.
When Felix slipped two of his fingers inside your panties, you almost felt embarrassed about how wet you were. He’d barely even touched you there and his fingers were already soaked in your arousal. His fingers moved up and down your slit a couple of times, allowing him to coat them in your wetness, before he spoke.
“Tell me how you like to be touched.”, he whispered on your lips.
Your eyes widened and you gasped. Fuck, he was really something. No one had ever spoken to you that way before, and you had to admit it turned you on even more. You lifted your body up on your elbows, and found his piercing eyes staring right into yours.
You stuttered, clearly embarrassed by his straightforwardness.
Suddenly, Felix moved his fingers from your slit to your clit, and you whimpered. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”, he asked to make sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. You nodded, incapable of thinking straight, let alone speaking.
He started drawing imaginary, circular shapes on your clit with the pads of his index and middle fingers, damp with your wetness. It was all so new and intense, and Felix definitely knew what he was doing, touching you like that. You wondered how many times he’d done this before, but immediately shook that thought off your mind, not wanting to think about Felix’s previous hookups when right now he was with you - his hand in your panties trying to get you off.
“Felix…”, you whimpered, close to finally reaching your high.
“You close already?” Felix whispered, unable to tear his eyes off of you. Your face was all flustered, your cheeks were incredibly red as heavy breaths came out of your mouth, slightly agape. You nodded vehemently, and he grunted. “You are? You’re gonna come for me?”
His words made something inside of you snap, and before you knew it, you were already reaching your high and let out a choked moan, shutting your eyes close as pleasure washed all over your body. “Good girl.” Felix praised you, as he felt you coat his fingers in your release. “Fuck, baby girl, you made a mess on my fingers.”
Your heart fluttered at the unexpected pet name, although you knew he’d only said it in the heat of the moment. It took a while for you to regain your breath, still overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm.
“It’s my turn to touch you now.”, you then whispered on his lips, palming his cock over his black boxers.
“Do you want me to lie down?” Felix murmured.
You nodded, and he lay on his back on the soft mattress, next to you. His fingers slipped inside the hem of his underwear, and he slowly dragged his boxers down his legs before he kicked them off for good, which allowed his hard cock to slap on his naked abdomen. Your eyes widened when you saw it.
He was bigger than you thought, and for a second you were scared you wouldn’t be able to fit all of him inside of you. It had been a while since you’d last been intimate with a man - since you’d broken up with your ex, precisely. But your body craved Felix’s, and you couldn’t wait to feel him closer.
When you wrapped your fingers around his thick base, he let out an husky breath. Then, you decided to ask him the same question he’d asked you minutes before. “How do you like it?”, you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his jawline, which made him shiver.
He cleared his throat. “Just… move it up and down. Slowly, but not too slow.” You nodded, then did as he said, not missing the way he hissed when he felt your fingers reach the pink, sensitive tip of his cock. “Now spit.”
You were taken aback. What were you supposed to spit on? Your palm? His dick? Both? No man had ever been so… straightforwardwith you in bed before, or at least not in the way Felix had been so far.
He seemed to have sensed your confusion. “Just spit on your palm and fingers and then spread it all over the tip. It’ll be easier this way.”, he instructed.
The wetness he felt on his members mere seconds later, had Felix kick his head back in pleasure. You continued to move your hand up and down, slowly stroking his length until your saliva dried. That’s when you moved to actually spit on his cock, letting the saliva drip from your mouth, letting it end directly on Felix’s tip.
“Oh, fuck. That was so hot.”, he groaned, then placed his hand on top of your wrist to halt your movements. “You’re really something, baby girl. Had to stop you or I would’ve come on the spot.”
You blushed at his words, and felt proud with yourself. You lay back on the mattress, and Felix positioned his bare body between your spread thighs once again. “I’m clean. Are you, baby girl?”, he asked you with his hard cock in his hand.
You nodded, but that wasn’t the problem. You stopped him before he could align his tip with your entrance. “I- I am. It’s just - I’m not on birth control.”, your voice quivered, a bit embarrassed to admit it even though you knew it was perfectly okay and you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Felix mentally thanked his stupid friend Jisung for throwing a condom at him a couple of days before. They’d finished rehearsing when Felix mentioned he had to leave to see you - you know, for the project. Jisung had thrown Felix a condom as a joke, and told him to Have fun, but not too much, with a cocky smirk on his face. Felix had shook his head and rolled his eyes at him, but took the condom nonetheless and put it inside his wallet and basically forgot about it until now. He never would’ve thought that stupid condom would actually come in handy.
“It’s okay, I’ll use a condom.”, he reassured you, and you sighed out of relief.
Once he’d retrieved his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans that were scattered on the floor, he wasted no time in taking out the condom. He quickly opened it, careful not to damage it in any way. He swiftly rolled the condom on his throbbing length before he positioned himself between your legs once again. He helped you take your panties off and then pressed his body against yours, his length resting in between your bodies.
“Are you ready?”, he asked, moving one hand to grab his cock, right before he aligned it with your slit and coated the tip in your arousal, ready to push inside.
“Yes.”, you whispered, and then you felt his tip parting your folds, entering you. “Just go slow, please.”, you mumbled embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable by him.
He nodded. “Tell me if it hurts.”, he grunted, the feeling of his length being squeezed by your tight walls was already too overwhelming - in a beautiful way.
It had been a while since Felix’d last had sex - not as long as you, but still a while according to his standards - and it was much more breathtaking than he remembered. He pushed his length inside you at an excruciatingly slow pace and only halted once he was balls deep inside you.
“You okay?”, he asked you.
You nodded. “Yeah.”, you whimpered.
The feeling of being stretched out for the first time in months was incredibly overwhelming, and you could feel your walls clench around Felix’s length - it burned a bit, but it was nothing unbearable. He could feel it too, and it was driving him crazy.
Felix tensed up as soon as he heard you let out a small yelp and stopped moving in fear of hurting you. “I’m fine.”, you reassured him quickly. “It’s just - It’s been a while.”, you mumbled, embarrassed, even though there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Felix brought his thumb to his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it before placing it on your clit. As soon as his finger touched your clit, he felt you clench tighter around him, and he let out a choked moan. He then proceeded to move his thumb in a circular motion, hoping the pleasure he was trying to bring you would help you relax around him and not feel the pain anymore.
“You can - move now.”, you whimpered.
Felix slowly thrusted inside of you a couple of times, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around him. It was much more intense than he expected - his body craved yours just like your body craved his. He was incapable of thinking straight and neither were you, too caught up in the moment and in the pleasure as he sped up his thrusts, wet sounds and heavy breaths now filling the room.
The only thing Felix was able to think of was - you felt heavenly. Tight, wet, warm, you fit so perfectly around him he just knew he won’t be able to last as long as he’d like to. You, on the other hand, were a mess under him. You gripped the sheets tight and kicked your head back, giving Felix full access to your exposed neck. As soon as his nose and then his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, you felt shivers run down your spine.
Felix fucked you steady and hard, making sure his cock would brush against that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. He smirked cockily against the skin of your neck when he heard you let out a choked moan after a particularly deep snap of his hips. Even though it was the first time you slept together, you were surprised to find out Felix knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy - he was clearly much more experienced than you. Every touch, every sigh, every moan, every groan, every shiver, every bite was slowly bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
When you felt he familiar warmth in your stomach, you ran one hand through Felix’s dark hair and gently tugged at it. He detached his lips and teeth from your neck, not even thinking about halting his movements, still thrusting inside of you - slow and deep. “You close again?”
You nodded, unable to speak properly.
“Good.” Felix smirked, and brought his thumb on your clit once again, making sure to collect some of your wetness before he actually started touching you. “Come for me.”, he whispered in your ear with his deep voice, which sent shivers down your spine once again and caused you to finally release around him with a whimper, clenching so hard it made him see stars.
He followed you not long after, emptying himself inside the condom with a deep grunt, thrusting sloppily inside of you until he made sure he’d spilled until the very last drop. Then, he collapsed on top of you, resting his head on top of your bare chest, and retrieved his finger from your sensitive clit. He kept giving small pecks on your skin with his plump lips, as he tried to regain his breath.
“Sleep here tonight?”, you murmured, leaving a kiss on top of his head as you ran one hand through his hair.
He nodded.
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You and Felix woke up late and spent the next day in bed.
When you woke up, you had Felix’s arm wrapped around your waist - his hard-on pressing against your ass. You figured he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because he most definitely wasn’t hugging you when you fell asleep. Nonetheless, it felt nice to have him this close.
The first thing Felix did as soon as he woke up besides giving you amazing oral, was run to the closest convenience store to buy condoms - foreplay just wasn’t enough, he had to be inside you with his dick.
“I can’t feel my legs.”, you chuckled, resting your head on top of Felix’s bare chest. He had his arm around your waist, and he was caressing your skin with the pads of his fingers - you were doing the same, tracing the outline of his tattoos with the pad of your index.
It felt so intimate, too intimate.
“I can’t feel my cock.” Felix chuckled. “We’ve been going at it like rabbits.”
What Felix found out that morning was - his cock just wouldn’t stop getting hard around you. You’d had sex at least four times now, and he literally couldn’t feel his muscles. Although, he had to admit, he hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long while. While you were having sex, he even made you squirt. It was totally unexpected, and you definitely didn’t know your body could do that. Felix had been buried between your legs for nearly half an hour, at first with his fingers and tongue and then with his cock. It was sudden and took both you and Felix by surprise, although it turned him on even more, if that was possible.
It was now late in the afternoon, and you were still in bed, legs tangled under the not-so-fresh-anymore sheets.
“Have to go in an hour.” Felix spoke suddenly, his deep voice vibrated in his chest. “Rehearsal.”
“Rehearsal?”, you repeated, lifting your head to look directly at him.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m in a band. I mean, kinda. We’re not famous or anything, we just do it for fun.”, he explained.
“Who’s we?”, you inquired curiously, propping yourself on your elbows so that you were looking at him.
“Well, there’s Jeongin - the drummer. He’s the youngest, actually, but he’s a beast at the drums. Then there’s Jisung, our leader and singer. Hyunjin is our guitarist, he’s fucking reckless, but not like Jeongin - Jeongin’s a hothead.”, he chuckled.
You looked at him with a big smile on your face. “What do you play?”
“Me? I’m the bassist, tho I sing too.”
“The most underrated instrument, yet the most indispensable one.”, you commented.
“That’s what I say every time!” Felix agreed with you. “You literally can’t play anything without the bass!”
You giggled, then placed a kiss on his naked shoulder, right on his dragon tattoo. “What kind of music do you play?”, you asked, tracing the outline of his tattoos with your finger, which made him get goosebumps.
“Oh, we play a lot of stuff actually, tho we mainly stick to punk and rock. Mainly covers for now, but my friend Jisung’s written a couple of songs so who knows, one day we’ll get to play our own songs.”, he explained.
“Oh, do you play in front of an audience?”, you asked.
Felix shook his head as a no. “We play in our basements for now. We usually take turns, today we’re going to Hyunjin’s. But nope, never on a real stage so far.”, he sighed. “Hope we will soon, tho.”
You brought your face closer to his and pecked his lips. “Then I hope you’ll invite me to your first live stage.”, you hummed, kissing him on the lips.
He kissed you back, gently biting on your lower lip. “I sure will.”, he whispered before attacking your lips once again. “Damn - I’d fuck you again, baby girl, but I really gotta start getting ready.”, he muttered, pulling away from you reluctantly.
“Do you wanna shower first? I’ll wash and dry your clothes in the meantime.”, you asked, moving your body away as to allow him to get up from the bed. Felix nodded - he needed a shower.
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“What the fuck is this smell?” Jisung snorted. He came closer to Felix until his pierced nose was practically buried in Felix’s hair, sniffing it. “It’s you! What the fuck, man, you smell like fucking flowers or something!”, he gasped dramatically.
Felix sighed. “I changed my shampoo.”, he lied.
He hadn’t, it was your shampoo. The one he’d previously used when he showered at your place. He bit his lip at the thought of you hopping in the shower with him, then kneeling before him as you took him in your mou-.
“What’s with that smirk?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. As soon as Felix opened his mouth to answer his friend, Jisung interrupted him. “I know you like the back of my hands, Lee Felix. Don’t even try to lie to me. Is it a girl?”
Felix sighed. Damn Jisung, he did know him well.
“Is it your partner for that project? Were you with her?” Jisung gasped. “You had sex, din’t you?”, his friend inquired again, and when Felix didn’t answer him and only playfully elbowed him on the arm, he knew he’d gotten a bull’s eye and grinned cockily. Jisung was about to ask Felix another question, when he heard a loud thud which sounded like a door being closed shut.
“Who had sex?” Hyunjin suddenly asked, coming back into the room with four beers in his hands and a cigarette between his lips. He’d already given up on cutting off smoking, apparently.
Felix glared at Jisung, and Jisung read the room. “Nobody, dude, we were just… talking about random stuff, nothing serious.”
The doorbell rang. Thank God, Felix thought to himself. “This must be Jeongin, I’ll go get the door.”
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Felix couldn’t sleep, again.
What the fuck was he doing? He had sex with you - multiple times. You - his project partner, the girl he never thought he’d be interested in. Turns out he was, and he probably had been the whole time. The realization hit him, and left him speechless. Now - he was staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed under his head, unable to stop thinking about you. Well, technically, what he couldn’t stop thinking about was his feelings.
For his whole life, Felix had avoided dealing with his own feelings. He didn’t have time for that shit - feelings and stuff like love. Feelings were a complicated matter, and Felix… Felix didn’t need nor want to deal with it.
The truth was - Felix was scared.
When he’d moved from Australia, when he was seventeen, he had also had to leave his dearest friends and his girlfriend, and it hurt like a bitch. He was forced to give up on everything he had back there and start over in a new country, far from home, where he didn’t even know anyone. He didn’t even know Korean, how was he supposed to get used to his new life? That’s when he swore to himself - he’d never get attached to anyone. Never again. It was his coping mechanism, his way to deal with the fear of having to leave everything and everyone once again.
It had somehow worked - until you came along.
You and your stupid project. You and your stupid love poems and sonnets and shit Felix had never heard nor read before that made something inside of him snap. You and your fucking perfect smile, and the way you looked at him with those innocent doe eyes, and your fucking lips, so fucking soft and fuck - how was he supposed to just not develop feelings for you?
This has to change, Felix thought to himself. He couldn’t go on like this.
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“You what?” Lia screamed, looking at you with wide eyes and her mouth agape, and so was Seungmin, both shocked by your words. “You didn’t. Please, tell me you didn’t.”, she sighed when you shook your head as a no.
Okay, maybe Lia wasn’t Felix number one fan. But you knew she only wanted to protect you. Felix had quite a reputation on campus, and Lia didn’t want you to get hurt, she knew that boys like him were no good for a girl like you.
“You’re kidding, right?” Seungmin asked you, flabbergasted. He was your best friend - together with Lia -, and he wasn’t too fond of Lee Felix as well. “You know what they say about him, y/n! He’s not serious about girls, you’ve signed yourself up for a broken heart.” Seungmin practically scolded you like an older brother.
You sighed and rolled your eyes at them.
“Guys, you don’t have to worry about me.”, you reassured them. “I don’t think Felix is like everyone says.”, you smiled at them, but they weren’t convinced at all.
“I hope so.” Seungmin pulled you in for an hug. “I’m gonna have to punch him in the face if he ever hurts you, I hope you know that.”, he joked, and you playfully pushed him even though deep down you know he was being serious.
Seungmin was insanely protective of you, he had always been. You became friends when you were fourteen - almost ten years now, and he’d been by your side the whole time.
“Screw him - I’ll punch you if you let that dumbass hurt you.” Lia told you dead-serious, but cracked a smile eventually.
“No one is gonna have to punch anyone.”, you groaned, before taking a mouthful of your ice-cream. “I’ve got it covered.”
Well, that was kind of a lie. In fact, you hadn’t spoken to Felix since he’d left your house, and he hadn’t even texted you. You hadn’t met him on campus the following Monday, but you guessed it was because rehearsal with the guys must’ve finished late and he must’ve slept through his alarm - if he even had an alarm set for classes anyway, since he seemed to miss most of them anyways. However, now you were starting to worry a little. Plus, the project was due Friday and you still had to edit your essay - that’s why you were so confident he’d eventually reach out.
Speak of the devil, one may say, because you just saw Felix in the hall with a couple of guys - one of them had long, red hair, messily styled into a bun and the other one looked like he came straight out of an anime. He was shorter than the other two, although more muscular, and he was smoking - which was severely forbidden inside of the campus, but he didn’t seem to care.
Felix hadn’t noticed you, but when his red-haired friend elbowed him and whispered something in his ear, both him and his other friend turned to your direction, and Felix’s eyes widened. He looked visibly taken aback, like a deer caught in the lights of an oncoming car. You gave him a shy smile, then timidly waved at him, not really sure how you were supposed to handle the situation.
However, you froze in your spot when you saw Felix literally turn around without a care in the world, not even bothering to smile or wave back at you. You heard Seungmin - who was sitting next to you - hiss a fucking asshole under his breath, and you had to physically stop him from getting up and giving Felix a piece of his mind.
“Don’t.”, you muttered under your breath, squeezing his thigh in order to calm him down. He was fuming, because how could Felix treat you like that? “I’ve got it covered.”, you repeated. “It’s okay.”
Lia was fuming. Her jaw was clenched and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to fucking punch Felix if you gave her the green light to, just like Seungmin. But you didn’t want to cause a scene, not in the middle of the diner. Did Felix’s behavior hurt you? Yes, of course. You felt used, but even if you did cause a scene it wouldn’t really change anything, would it? Felix would be an asshole either way.
“One word and I’ll fucking break his nose.” Seungmin clenched his jaw, and if looks could kill, Felix would be buried six-feet deep by now, and so would his stupid friends.
The bell rang, which meant it was time to leave the diner. You, Seungmin and Lia got up in absolute silence, but you were all pissed and the looks on your faces didn’t even hide it. You cleaned the table collected all of your books and school stuff.
Unfortunately, you had to walk past Felix and his friends. As you did so, you didn’t even lookat him, gripping your books tighter with your trembling hands, heart hammering in your chest. When you walked past them, Seungmin walked so close to Felix, he actually pushed him with his shoulder. “Fucking scumbag.” Seungmin hissed. When Felix turned around, he found Seungmin and Lia glaring at him.
Even though you couldn’t see him - walking to your upcoming class acting totally unbothered by the whole thing while deep inside you were a mess - Felix was looking at you, jaw clenched and biting his cheek, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. However, the weight on his chest was still there as he watched you walk away, knowing that he’d hurt you. That you were upset and disappointed, and it was nobody’s fault but his. His and his stupid pride and ego.
Maybe your friend was right - he really was a scumbag.
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The campus library was deserted, as per usual, but it had never been a problem to you. In fact, you liked it better like that anyway. It was quiet and you could focus on your books or researches or whatever. Right now, you were aiming to finish the project. Yep, that project, the one you were supposed to do with Felix. You scoffed at the thought of him.
You were wearing your earphones, and that’s why you didn’t hear his steps as he got closer and closer. You just saw his tattooed fingers grab the chair in front of you, before he sat down. Of course it was him, who could it possibly be? Even though your breath hitched in your throat, you tried to remain emotionless, and didn’t even bother to remove your earphones. Only when he gently tapped on your hand with his fingers you snapped your head up in his direction, and he could tell you were not pleased to see him. Not at all.
“What are you doing here?”, you asked him, looking at him straight in the eyes.
He cleared his throat. “For the project.”, he said, but it came out more like a question.
Felix knew he was supposed to say something to ease the tension, or at least apologize for acting like a true piece of shit before, in front of his friends, but no words came out of his mouth. It was as if they’d gotten stuck in his throat and he couldn’t get them out.
“The project?”, you quirked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t need your help anymore. It’s almost finished anyways.”, you stated coldly, before turning your head to look at your computer screen.
“What do you mean you don't need my help anymore?” Felix asked confused.
That’s when you snapped. “I mean exactly what I said.”, you stated dead-serious, looking straight into his dark eyes. “What? I don’t exist to you when you’re in front of your friends and you don’t text me for days but the second you’re alone you come looking for me?”, you chuckled, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the project and put your name in the paper if that’s what you’re scared of, I’m not a bitch. You can leave now.”
“I don’t want to leave.” Felix argued. “I want to talk.”
“You want to talk?”, you repeated. “About what?”, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, maybe you want to talk about the fact that we slept together and then you didn’t even bother to call or text or, I don’t know, fucking wave back like you’re fucking ashamed of me?”
Felix was taken aback by the way you harshly spoke those words, but honestly he saw it coming. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m sorry.”, was all he managed to get out.
“You’re sorry?” You practically laughed at his face. “You’re not sorry for treating me that way, Felix. You’re only sorry that I pointed it out.”
“Well, it’s not like I fucking promised you anything, now did I?.” Felix had the audacity to snap. “We fucked, y/n. I know your brain probably doesn’t comprehend it because you’re like - a nun or something, but people have sex all the time and it doesn’t have to mean anything, I don’t owe you anything.”, he barked. He regretted those words ever leaving his mouth as soon as he saw you widen your eyes and freeze in your spot, but it was too late now to take them back.
“It’s not like I expected you to fucking kneel down and propose or - or I don’t know, kiss me in front of anyone or anything. We’re not together, I get it. Trust me, I do. We only fucked, didn’t we? It was nice, and it didn’t mean anything to you. But you could at least have treated me with an ounce of decency and dignity by fucking waving back instead of turning your back at me like a coward.”, you paused to regain your breath. “I thought you cared.” About me, like I care about you, you wanted to add, but chose not to.
“I’m not a coward.”, he growled, annoyed. But he knew he was indeed a coward. And I do care, he wanted to add, but chose not to.
“Oh, I think you are.”, you chuckled. “You’re so tough, aren’t you? A bad boy, the campus heartthrob. Lee Felix can’t show any fucking emotion or what would everyone else think, am I right?”, you stood up and started recollecting all of your stuff, not wanting to be there with him any longer.
“I thought you were different.”, you muttered, looking at him, feeling the unpleasant yet familiar knot in your stomach, and you didn’t miss the way Felix’s eyes widened. “I thought that deep down, it was all a façade, that you only pretended to be a dick and were actually very sensitive and sweet. I guess I was wrong.”, you sighed, disappointed. “I guess what everyone says is true, you really are an asshole and a scumbag. I guess that’s what I get for liking someone like you.”
You stormed out of the library as fast as you could, not wanting Felix to see the moment the tears finally escaped from your eyes and streamed down your face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him - he didn’t deserve your tears. He didn’t deserve to witness you break down because of him.
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“Is everything alright, dude?” Jisung patted Felix’s thigh. “You haven’t said a word. Did something happen?”
They were alone, Jeongin and Hyunjin had gone out to buy a couple of beers and snacks. Jisung was Felix’s closest friend, if he had to be honest - he was different from Hyunjin and Jeongin, he understood him. So, Felix thought that it wouldn’t hurt him if he spoke to him about what was bothering him.
“Yeah, something happened.”, he confirmed Jisung’s suspicions.
“You wanna talk about it?”, Felix nodded. “Is it about y/n?”, Felix nodded again.
He wasn’t surprised that his friend’d already figured out what his problem was, because Hyunjin and Jeongin had told him about what had happened the previous day in the hallway. Well, it’s not like they knew about Felix and you, they’d just commented on the way your friend - Seungmin - had acted, saying they thought it was pretty weird. Felix even had had to calm his friends down, or else they would’ve put up a fight with him - especially Jeongin.
“We talked. Alone. And she - she told me some… stuff.” Felix sighed. “And I guess it hurt more than I thought it would, but I guess it’s fine because I also told her some hurtful shit - that I don’t mean.”, he ran both his hands through his hair.
“What did she tell you?” Jisung asked, and Felix proceeded to tell his friend the whole story, not leaving any detail out - he told him about the night he’d spent at your place and how he had cut off contacts with you. He told him about what had happened in the diner, the way he hurt you, the way you and your friends probably hated him by now.
Jisung wasn’t stupid at all. He figured out his friend cared about the opinion you had of him more than he wanted to show. To be honest, Jisung probably figured out Felix had started to develop feelings for you before Felix himself. He’d known for a while now, however he never brought up the subject because he didn’t want to feel like he was invading his friend’s personal space, but to him it was clear as day.
“And then she stormed off.” Felix ended with a deep, heavy sigh. “I mean, she had every right to after what I told her, but…” Felix didn’t know exactly what he wanted to say, so he just covered his face with both of his hands and sighed again.
“Oh.” Jisung was honestly surprised. “Have you reached out to her since then?” Felix looked at his friend confused. “You know, to tell her that you like her?”
Felix almost choked on his own spit. What? Was Jisung crazy? Why would he make such an assumption? “I don’t like her.” Felix stuttered.
Jisung didn’t buy it.
“Oh, come on, dude!” Jisung groaned. “It’s so obvious! You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, and I know it’s not only because of that stupid project. And when you’re not with her you’re texting her. You like the girl, don’t you?”
That was true. Sure, Felix had still hung out with his friends for rehearsal and stuff, but he couldn’t deny that what Jisung said was true. He’d met up with you pretty often during the last couple of weeks, and not only because he had to, but because he wanted to.
“I… I don’t know.” Felix said, but he was once again bottling up his feelings and building a wall to keep everyone else out.
“I’m sure you already know that and I’m only stating the obvious now - but it’s totally fine if you like somebody, dude.” Jisung patted him on the shoulder. “I’ve known you for years now, and you never once told me you liked somebody. It was always either a friendship-with-benefits or a quick fuck here and there. It’s normal to want more, I do too.”
Damn Jisung for always having the right words to say. That’s exactly how Felix felt right now, he needed more. Sure, he loved his friends and the band was cool, however he couldn’t help but like there was a missing piece in his life. Deep down, he knew that the last piece he needed to complete his puzzle was somebody to care for and who cared about him the same way, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was scared. Scared he’d have to leave everything and everyone once again, and then he’d find himself alone. Again.
“What if anything goes wrong? What if I fuck it up?” Felix’s voice trembled, and he hated himself for being so fragile right now, but at the same time he knew that Jisung would never judge him for that. Had there been Hyunjin or Jeongin with him, they would’ve laughed in his face, but Jisung was different, and Felix was grateful for that.
“What if things don’t go the way you planned, you mean?” Jisung sighed. “Then I guess you’ll get hurt. But dude, this is life, and it won’t mean it’s the end of the world. You’ll move on and find someone new - or not, if that’s what you want. But if you feel like she could make you happy, then my advice is go for it.”
Felix somehow felt like it was too late for that now. You probably already hated him, and you had every right to.
“I’m sure she doesn’t wanna see me again after what I said to her.” Felix mumbled. “I was an asshole.”
“You were.” Jisung confirmed. “But you were also scared. I feel like you should just explain everything to her, be honest with her and then see where you go from there.”
“You know, for my whole life I thought that being a bad boy was cooler than being a sensitive guy, and back then I wanted to be a cool guy so bad. I wanted everyone to like me. I wanted to be cool and emotionless so bad I think I may’ve actually lost myself.” Felix cracked a smile, but it wasn’t a happy one - it hid all of his insecurities and remorses.
Jisung elbowed him. “You are cool, dude. You’re definitely my coolest friend. And you know why? Because I know that deep down you’re not a bad boy, and you know it too. A few piercings and tattoos don’t mean shit, you know you’re not a piece of shit or anything, you’re just too much in your own head.” Jisung smiled. “Plus, you know what they say?”, he asked Felix.
Felix shook his head as a no.
“That every girl needs a bad boy who’s good only for her.”, Jisung winked at him.
“Hyung…” Felix playfully pushed him.
“I’m serious!” Jisung defended himself. “Girls love it when their boy is soft only for them, it makes them feel special. Didi loved to see me whipped for her.”
Felix notices an hint of sadness in his hyung’s eyes at the mention of his ex’s name, he knew how much his friend loved her. And she loved him too, very much, until she didn’t. That’s another thing that Felix was scared of. What if you got together - hypothetically speaking, of course - and then one day you woke up and realized you deserved better? That he wasn’t enough?
“Hyung?” Felix quietly murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Did it hurt? When you and Didi broke up…” Felix felt stupid for asking such a question to his friend, but Jisung didn’t mind it. He knew his friend needed him right now, plus he’d gotten over it so it was nothing like rubbing salt into the wound.
“Like a bitch.” Jisung didn’t sugarcoat it at all, but he needed to be honest with his friend. “But only because I loved her very much. That’s the silver lining I found, I guess.”
Felix didn’t say anything, and Jisung immediately knew that he was doing it again. He was into his own head again, overthinking shit.
“Felix, don’t.” Jisung scolded him, and Felix looked at him confused. “Don’t overthink this just because it didn’t work out between her and I. We weren’t meant to be, that’s all. If you like this girl, you should at least try.”, he encouraged him.
“What if we’re not meant to be, too?”
Jisung sighed and ran one hand through his hair. He knew that for every solution he would try to find, Felix would come up with a new problem every time. That was just how stubborn Felix was.
“Felix I don’t know if you and this y/n girl are meant to be, I can’t know. No one can except you two.” Jisung sighed. “What I do know, tho, is that you care about her and that you deserve to be happy.”
Felix nodded, although he wasn’t fully convinced. “Hyung?”, he asked again.
“Mh?”
“Do you still think about her?” Felix asked. “Didi.”, he clarified, but his friend had already understood.
Jisung nodded, then pulled out a cigarette from his pack and brought it to his lips. “Yeah, I do.”, he sighed, before grabbing his lighter and lighting his cigarette. “But not in a romantic way, I’m over it. I just think about it from time to time, you know?”, he rhetorically asked. “Just wondering about what we could’ve been and shit.”
Felix swallowed the lump in his throat. “I still think about my ex too, from time to time.”, he eventually confessed. “But I’m not in love with her, not anymore.”
Jisung didn’t say anything. Instead, he let his friend talk.
“I loved her for a long time… We were each other’s first everything, and I… I know it sounds stupid now because we were kids, but back then I was sure we were going to be together forever.” Felix chuckled bitterly at the memory, fidgeting with his rings.
Felix sighed. “You know, the first months here in Korea were a living hell for me.”, he muttered. “I often dreamed about running away, going to the fucking airport and flying back to her. And then the weeks passed, and I slowly started to get used to her absence, even though it fucking broke me.”, he shut his eyes closed - immersed in the painful memory. “That’s when I swore to myself I would never get attached to anyone else ever again.”
“But you got attached.” Jisung stated. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
Felix nodded. “I did. And it sounds fucking ridiculous, but at first it felt as if I was being unfair to my ex, you know?”, he sighed. “I mean, it’s fucking stupid, being hung up on her after all these years. We broke up, and she’s moved on - I know she has, but she was my first love, and… I guess it’s hard to let go.”
“It’s not stupid.” Jisung promptly said. “You loved her, so it’s not stupid. Love’s not stupid.”
“You know…” Felix trailed, then chuckled at the memory that had come up in his mind. “I drunkenly called her. My ex.”
“Oh.” Jisung was shocked, eyes wide.
“It wasn’t even that long ago, to be honest.” Felix laughed at the shocked look on his friend’s face. “I even cried on the phone with her. Told her I missed her and shit.”
“What did she say?” Jisung couldn’t mask the curiosity in his voice.
“She was really mature about it, she let me talk and listened to me. She told me to be happy, that I deserve to find someone else and let go of what we had - that I should move on, and that she has too. Of course she has.” Felix continued to fidget with his chunky rings. “That’s when I realized I was actually over her, for real, and that I didn’t miss her, I just missed… the feeling of being close to someone, you know? I guess what I just needed from her that day was closure.”
Jisung nodded, even though he was speechless. His friend had drunkenly called his ex-girlfriend, who lived on the other side of the world, cried while on the phone with her and he was finding about it only now?
“I guess I was seeking for permission to move on.” Felix almost choked on his words, feeling too overwhelmed by the conversation he was having with his friend. “I know it’s hypocritical of me, consider I slept with a lot of girls, but… I guess I needed permission to move on romantically speaking, I don’t know if that makes sense.”
“It does.” Jisung nodded. “She’s right, Felix, you deserve to be happy.”
“Hyung?” Felix called once again.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
For listening to me, he wanted to add. For being by my side, for not judging me.
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You were ignoring him, it was clear as day.
You’d walked past him without uttering a single word when you bumped into him in the hallways, and Felix would be lying if he said it didn’t sting. He’d spent the past couple of days thinking obsessively about his talk with Jisung, repeating his wise words in his head - and the more he thought about you, the more he was convinced he had to apologize. But now, you wouldn’t even look at him, and were acting like he didn’t exist.
You had to present your work in less than five minutes now, and you still hadn’t talked to him - you wouldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixed on your computer screen as you were revising the key points of your presentation.
“I’ll explain our project and the main themes and you’ll simply read the poems when they appear on the screen, alright?”, you then snapped your head in his direction and asked him coldly. That was the first time he heard your voice in days.
Your voice was so different than how Felix had become accustomed to. It usually was so sweet and full of emotion, and you could barely say anything without cracking a sweet smile after. Right now there was no emotion in your voice, and you spoke to him as if he was a stranger. As if he didn’t mean anything to you, and he couldn’t help but think he’d fucked up for good - all because of his stupid ego and pride.
“Okay.”, he simply said, and nodded.
“Good.”
Despite the palpable tension between you and Felix, the presentation was a success. Your professor loved the subject and the work you’d done together and complimented the both of you. Once the class was dismissed, everyone left but you and Felix. You’d been the last one to present your work and you still had to gather all of your things.
“Hey… This is yours.” Felix approached you, but you didn’t even turn to look at him. He placed your book - the one you’d lent him -, and you quickly grabbed it and put inside your bag without uttering a single word. “Can we talk?”
“I’ve got to go, I don’t have time for this.”, you lied. You didn’t have any classes - you just didn’t want to talk to him, you didn’t want to be near him.
“Y/n…”, he gently grabbed your arm, and the sudden touch made your stomach twist and tears well up in your eyes. “Please, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s important.”
You didn’t need this now. You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes without feeling the urge to cry. Not only because you were sad, but also because you were frustrated and disappointed. Cry, because you felt stupid. You’d clearly seen something in Felix that was not there, and your friends were right - had been right the whole time about him.
You’d signed up for a broken heart.
“I said not now.”, you repeated and your voice quivered. He let go of your arm, allowing you to storm out of the room without uttering an ulterior syllable, not even bothering to look at him.
You weren’t in the mood to talk to him. Not now, not after the way he made you feel. Plus, you had nothing to say to him. You meant every single word you’d said that day at the library, and obviously hadn’t changed your opinion of him. After that day, Felix had ignored you for the following days, which only proved your point - he didn’t care about you like you thought he did, and all you’d been to him was a quick and easy fuck. Nothing more and nothing less.
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The sun had already set and it was pouring outside. Salem was kind of grumpy because of the weather, because it meant he couldn’t go outside to play - under your supervision, of course. Now, the little fluffy animal was cuddled up with you on the couch, gladly accepting your scratching him under the chin, and jolted up with a loud meow when your doorbell rang.
Who could it possibly be at this time? It was already past 7pm now, and you knew for sure it wasn’t neither Seungmin nor Lia - they were at the campus party. Apparently, it was the event of the year and the whole campus was going to be there, and that was another reason to turn the offer down. You didn’t want to risk to meet him or see his stupid friends. To be honest - your friends had tried to convince you to tag along anyways, they even offered to bail on the party to stay with you but you’d rejected the offer. You wanted - no, you needed to be completely alone to gather your thoughts.
So who could it be at the door - interrupting your train of thought?
Reluctantly, you got up from the couch, pausing the boring movie you were watching and went to open the door. Your breath hitched in your throat when you looked through the peephole. It couldn’t be. But then you opened the door and it was him.
Lee Felix was standing in front of you, clothes and hair entirely soaked by the pouring rain, and his motorcycle was nowhere in sight. Had he walked to your place? Judging by the way he was heavily breathing, it looked like he’d run. Whatever, it didn’t matter now, because you were still mad at him - you were still hurt disappointed.
“What are you doing here?”, you said, trying to sound confident, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I know you don’t want to see me, and you have every right to hate me.” Felix started, running one hand through his wet hair. “But I need to tell you something, and I need you to listen to me. If you still want me gone once I’m finished talking, I’ll accept that and won’t bother you again.”, he promised.
You quirked an eyebrow at him, unsure whether you should let him speak or not. Eventually, you took a deep breath and nodded once. “Fine.”, you gave in.
“I…” Felix tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it didn’t help him that much. “I’m so fucking sorry, y/n.”, he blurted out - catching you off guard.
He took a deep breath and started talking again. “I’m so fucking sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I was an asshole to you, and you didn’t deserve it - you don’t deserve it.”, he rambled. “I guess what I’m trying to say is - I was scared. I am scared.”, his voice trembled. “I was so fucking scared of catching feelings for my whole life. I only had no-strings-attached sex for years, and when they would start to develop feelings I’d end things and go on with my life like nothing happened, but I only did that to protect myself.”
You listened patiently to his words without interrupting his stream of consciousness.
“When I had to move from Sydney, it broke my heart. I had to leave everything there, the people I loved, my ex-girlfriend. I really loved her, and it shattered my heart when we broke up, so I swore to myself I wouldn’t let myself get attached to somebody else that way ever again. I was so scared of getting my heart broken again that I built a wall to keep love and the chance of being happy out.”, his voice quivered as he spoke the last words. “But then you came along. You and those stupid poems you made me read, your fucking smile, the way you’ve been so sweet and kind to me the whole time even though I didn’t deserve it…”, he choked on his own words, so he took a deep breath in order to calm himself down. “I lied that day at the library - when I told you we fucked and that it was meaningless. We didn’t just fuck, y/n, that wasn’t meaningless to me - I know you felt it too. That’s why I said those hurtful things to you -”, his eyes were teary, voice quivering.
You sniffled, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes because it’s true - you felt it too. You knew what he was talking about - it was in the connection, in the passion, in the lingering kisses, in his touch, in the shiver and the goosebumps. It was there - the feelings, the way you cared about each other, the love - it was all there, it just needed to be unfolded and revealed, confessed.
“- because I’ve never felt this way about someone, y/n. And it fucking scares me. I’m so fucking scared of fucking this up - and a part of me is telling me I already screwed everything up that day. I’m so scared, you’re so different from me… You’re smart, and sweet and caring, an angel in disguise, you’re amazing and I…”, he sighed heavily. “I’m a scum, a total loser who has fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to him. My grades are shit and I don’t know what the fuck I want to do with my life. We’re so different, and you deserve someone better than me, but I…”, he let out a shaky breath. “I just like you so much.”, he confessed. “There, I said it. I like you - I think I may actually be in love with you, I don’t know - I don’t know shit about feelings and love, but I think about you every fucking second of every fucking day since that night - even before if I’m being honest - so it has to mean something.”
You let your arms fall down at your sides, and he wasted no time in taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “I want everything with you, y/n. I want to walk around on campus while holding your hand, I want to sit next to you in the diner, I want the study dates together. I want to buy you a boba every day. I want Salem cuddled up with us on the couch. I want to make love to you and fall asleep together only to wake up next to you the next day. I want you to call me names just because I like pineapple on my pizza. I guess what I’m really trying to say is - I really want to be with you.”, he ended, sighing heavily.
You were left speechless, and didn’t realize tears had been streaming down your face for the whole time while Felix was speaking. You also didn’t realize that he was also crying - eyes red and puffy. That’s when you brought your hands to his face and wiped the tears off his face with the pads of your thumbs and he sniffled, feeling extremely vulnerable, the most he’d been in a long time in front of somebody else.
“Felix…”, the sound of his name falling from your lips sounded almost bittersweet to him right now. It’s not like he was expecting you to forgive him for how he’d treated you.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same - if I fucked this up for good.”, he reassured you, voice trembling - he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “I just wanted to let you know how I feel towards you. Needed to take this weight off my chest.”, he smiled weakly, already preparing himself for your rejection.
“I feel the same.” Your words left him speechless, eyes wide open and mouth agape, not sure about what to do next. “You hurt me - I’m not going to lie to you. You hurt me, a lot.”, you repeated and his glaze immediately dropped to his shoes - he couldn’t bear to look into your eyes. “…but I get why you did it now, and even though you hurt me - I forgive you. I need to apologize to you too, I’ve said some terrible things to you and I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have called you an asshole or a scumbag, Felix, because you’re not. I’m very sorry.”
That’s when Felix broke down into a silent cry, falling apart under your soft and delicate touch. “You shouldn’t be forgiving me.”, he mumbled between sniffles, wiping away some more tears with the back of his already soaked black jeans jacket. “You’re too good for me.”
Without uttering any more words, you pulled him close and hugged him close, wrapping your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest, breathing in his scent. “Stop saying that.”, you scolded him, caressing the damp hair at the base of his neck with your fingers. “I like you, Felix. I don’t want you to think you’re not worthy of me or that you’re not enough - because that’s not true. You’re enough Felix, more than enough.”
He sneezed all of a sudden, covering his nose and mouth with the back of his hand, and that’s when you realized you’d been standing there under the pouring rain for the whole time. A sudden thunder made you both jump.
“We should probably go inside. It’s cold outside.”, you mumbled, pulling away from the hug only to look him in the eyes.
“Are you sure? I can go home, I don’t want you to think I came all the way here so that you’d let me inside and-.”, he rambled, but you interrupted him immediately.
“I don’t. Come on in.”, you smiled at him.
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Felix’s face was buried between your spread thighs, your fingers tangled in his dark hair. His nose brushed against your clit as he lapped at your entrance repeatedly, collecting your arousal with his tongue only to swallow it immediately after. Then, he moved his tongue all the way up to your clit, and you involuntarily closed your thighs once you felt the coldness of his tongue piercing against it.
Felix ate you out like a starved man, as if his life depended on it. You’d tried to touch him, but he’d stopped you, claiming that Tonight’s about you, sweetheart. He had to make up for a lot of things. He practically made out with your clit, grunting whenever he heard you whining under his touch. Every now and then, he would pull away from your clit only to spit directly on it and rub his saliva all over your it with the pads of his fingers.
“You like it?”, he rhetorically asked you while rubbing uneven eights on your clit his thumb. “You look so hot like this, I could eat you out all day.”, he muttered under his breath, before attacking your clit with his tongue once again. “I need you to cum all over my face, sweetheart.”, he moaned against your pussy, and that’s what sent you over the edge.
“Felix…“, you moaned - trying to warn him you were about to cum, but were cut off by your first orgasm of the night. You threw your head back against the pillows and whined loudly as Felix buried his face between your legs, coating his mouth and chin in your sweet release, not giving a fuck about the mess.
Felix emerged from your legs with a satisfied grin on his face, his lips glistening, wet with your arousal and he wasted no time in licking the excess off before cleaning himself with the back of his hand and wrist. He kneeled between your legs, and that’s when you were finally able to take a glimpse of his painfully hard cock, a wet stain of pre-cum clearly visible on the thin, grey fabric of his underwear.
“Now it’s your turn.”, you whispered, sitting up on the mattress, your hands found the hem of his boxers, ready to pull them down and free his cock, but Felix stopped you and shook his head as a no.
“I told you, sweetheart, tonight’s about you.”
“But it is about me. I want to feel you inside of me, want to make you feel good.”
Felix gulped hard - and felt his cock twitch inside the confine of his underwear at the idea of being inside of you again. He swiftly nodded, biting his lower lip. “Fuck, okay.” Felix found out he was a weak, weak man when it came to you.
You rolled over on your tummy to open the first drawer of your bedside table only to retrieve a condom, which you handed to Felix. You then slipped your thumbs under the fabric of his underwear and began to pull his boxers down, sliding them off his thighs. His hard cock sprung free and slapped against his lower abdomen, tip already wet and sticky with pre-cum.
Felix let out a hissed breath when you suddenly wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and his eyes closed shut when he felt you licking all the way up from his base to his tip. When you took the tip of his cock into your mouth and gently sucked, he wasted no time in entangling his fingers in your hair. He opened his eyes to look at you, but had to physically pull you away from his length when he found you looking at him through your eyelashes, looking so beautiful with his cock stuffed in your mouth and those doe eyes looking straight into his.
“Fuck, that was so hot.”, he panted, running one hand through his hair as he tried to regain his breath - he was so close to cumming in your mouth. “But I want to cum while I’m inside of you tonight.”
He then unwrapped the condom and quickly rolled it over his length in record time. Before he could position himself between your legs, you spoke. “I want to be on top - if that’s okay.”, you whispered, blushing a little.
Felix’s brain was short-circuiting, mostly because he wasn’t expecting those words to come out of your mouth, but also because the thought of you on top of him was enough to make him cum right there on the spot. He nodded quickly, muttering an husky “Okay” before he sat down on the mattress with his bare back against the headboard, figuring it would be more comfortable for you that way.
You positioned yourself on top of him, placing both of your hands on his bare shoulders. Felix grabbed his cock with his hand, which only made it easier for you to position right on top of it so that the tip was directly poking at your entrance. When you started sinking onto his length, Felix quickly removed his hand from his cock and placed it on your waist, gently squeezing the flesh.
When he was fully inside of you, you both needed a moment to adjust to the feeling - you felt completely full, and the stretch was just so good and not painful at all. Felix then wasted no time in unclasping your bra and helped you get rid of it, throwing it somewhere in your room without a care in the world, impatient to see your entirely naked body on top of his.
You couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he looked like that. Head slightly kicked back and mouth agape, both of his hands holding you by the waist. He looked so perfect like that, and the position you were in gave you full access to his shoulder tattoo - the outline of a dragon, not too big yet not too small, it was your favorite - and he had a lot of them.
“You feel so - amazing.” Felix panted, and you could feel his member twitch inside of you, which made you gasp.
When you moved your hips, allowing him to finally move inside of you and actually feel you - both of you shut your eyes close and let out a shaky breath at the overwhelming feeling. Felix helped you with your movements - his hands firmly grabbing you by the waist as his cock easily reached all the sweet spots inside of you.
Felix was mesmerized by the way you made him feel. It was almost as if he was a teenager all over again experiencing his first time. He had had sex before - and he had had sex with you, but right now everything felt different. You’d confessed to each other, you wanted to be together for real, and he was positive it wasn’t sex what you were having, no - you were making love right now.
Felix felt it in every kiss you’d place on his lips, in every time your fingers would brush against his skin and trace the line of his tattoos, in every time you would gently tug at his hair whenever he hit the right spot. And he knew you could feel it too in the way he would brush his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, chests pressed together as he snapped his hips up and pressed your body down to his in the mean time.
“I’m close.”, you panted. Felix could feel it too by the way you were squirming under his touch and by the way you had practically coated his lower half in your arousal.
The angle was just right, and the tip of his cock was repeatedly brushing against your g-spot. Usually, you couldn’t come just by that and would need to touch your clit as well in order to come, but this time everything felt just right. So, when Felix placed his thumb on your clit, you quickly stopped him by grabbing his tattooed wrist - a snake decorating it.
“I think -“, you were cut off by a whimper and you felt your orgasm approaching closer and closer.
“You don’t need my fingers, sweetheart? My cock’s enough to make you cum, huh?”, you nodded desperately. You let out a chocked moan when Felix hit that spot again, which made your legs practically shake. “Right there, yeah?”, he smirked, before hitting that very same spot again and again and again.
“Felix, I’m… I’m…”, you moaned, gripping tighter on his shoulders, pushing your body onto his, allowing his length to sink even deeper in you.
“Let go, sweetheart. Let go. You’re safe, I’m right here.”, he whispered on your lips. You let pleasure wash all over you as you came - letting out soft whimpers as you released around him.
He kicked his head back and closed his eyes shut, feeling on the verge of his own orgasm all of a sudden. The sweet sounds that were repeatedly leaving your mouth and the feeling of you clenching incredibly tightly around him made him spill inside the condom faster than he thought he would and with a deep grunt.
Your body collapsed on his, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your back to pull you even closer, his softening length still inside of you while you both tried to regain your breaths. Felix’s fingers toyed with the ends of your hair while you rested your chin on his shoulder, neither of you wanting to pull away from each other.
“Do you want to sleep here tonight?”, you murmured against his skin, which sent a shiver down his spine.
“I’d love to.”, even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smiling, and you were too.
“Let’s get cleaned up then.”, you murmured, leaving soft pecks on the skin of his neck and collarbone. Reluctantly, you lifted your body up, allowing his almost limp member to slip out, and you both got up from the bed, ready to hop in the shower.
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A hot shower and a cup of tea later, you were in bed again, in your pajamas, cuddled up together as Felix played with your hair. The room was almost entirely dark except for the moonlight that penetrated from your window. You both felt a sudden weight on your legs, and you realized it was poor little Salem, that had been neglected of cuddles the whole time, and protested with a loud meow before cuddling up on top of your laps, still grumpy.
It was at this moment that Felix realized that maybe that’s what happiness was all about - being there with you cuddled up to his chest, wearing his t-shirt, legs entangled under the covers as he played with your hair and you traced the shapes of his tattoos with the pad of your index and cute little Salem asleep on top of your bodies.
He found himself staring at the ceiling like many other nights before - only this time it was entirely different. There was no anguish in the way he lay on the bed, no worries on his mind, no void in his chest. It was as if he’d finally found the missing piece he’d been secretly looking for all along - and it was perfect.
There was only one thing left for him to do, the most important one.
“Y/N?”, he murmured your name in the silence of your bedroom.
You slowly lifted your head up to meet his eyes, and even though it was dark, the moonlight allowed you to see them perfectly - and they were glistening. “Mh?”, you hummed, and that’s when you felt Felix’s heart hammering hard in his chest.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
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author’s note: i’ve been compulsively re-reading and editing this for the past weeks and -idk, there’s always something that doesn’t feel right lol, but idk, maybe it’s just me being hypercritical, so bear with me if this does not live up to your expectations - i’ll probably proofread it in the future. also, i decided to leave some blank spaces here and there in case i wanted to do a drabble series related to this fic, lmk if you'd like that.
-> reblog my works if you like them - it encourages me to keep writing!
A/N: based on the receiver having a vagina. I can do one for penis having people later :)
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Chan
Felix
Minho
Changbin
Jisung
Jeongin
Hyunjin
Seungmin
Least
The Aussie Line, Chan and Felix, are always apt to please their partners. Also, have you heard some of the songs Chan listens to? He is absolutely not opposed to eating you out and will do so eagerly. Felix tends to prefer it as foreplay and a precursor to actually fucking you.
Minho and Changbin will do it if you ask, but it may not necessarily be something they offer all the time or do during a spur-of-the-moment encounter. That said, they do enjoy it and will occasionally surprise you by heading downstairs. They likely enjoy it as much as receiving.
Jisung and Jeongin may prefer receiving slightly more, but will still be in the mood to give you oral sometimes. Similar to Felix, I think they are going to do it more as a form of foreplay and will rarely do it without actually fucking you after. They also like you to reciprocate later.
Hyunjin and Seungmin are not against it by any means, but definitely prefer receiving over giving. Hyunjin may offer it, but Seungmin rarely will unless he's really teasing you. Still, if you enjoy receiving, they will still give it to you, especially to reciprocate.
Mellow speaks: Here is the Felix version of the NSFW Alphabet, I hope you guys enjoy reading it!! Thank you for the request lovely anon, I hope you like this!
A = Aftercare
(What they’re like after sex)
Aftercare is important, but cuddling with you is foremost to Felix. I mean, we all know he needs cuddles after something intimate, and there's hardly anything that's more intimate than having sex. He just wants to hold you close, telling you how much you mean to him. Once he's done basking in your presence, he will gladly draw a bath for the two of you, and once you're all cleaned up, he likes having you wrapped up in his arms again, eating something sweet and whispering sweet nothings.
B = Body part
(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Felix really loves his lips, he knows just how plump and beautiful they are, and is also well aware of of effect they can have on your body, like qhen he sucks on your neck and eats you out. He also knows how much of a sucker your are for his voice, and definitely uses it to his advantage. Expect him to tell you how well you're doing, and to whisper dirty things in your ear, just to see your knees go weak.
As for you, he just has a huge thing for your thighs. He loves placing kisses and hickeys on the inside of your thigh as he eats you out, the soft skin feeling like heaven to him.
C = Cum
(Anything to do with cum basically)
Felix really has a thing for cumming on your butt, and whenever he's taking you from behind, he makes it a point to pull out just before he reaches his climax, spraying his seed all over your rosy hips. "It's looks like a piece of art only I'm allowed to see," he tells you.
He also really loves having you take his length into your mouth, sucking off every last bit of his juice before kissing him, giving him a taste of himself.
D = Dirty Secret
(Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesn't always say this, but there's something about watching you pleasure yourself that really gets him. It's not too hard to guess though, because almost every time you're having sex, he asks you to push your own fingers into your pussy, feeling his dick twitch every time you moan his name while fingering yourself.
E = Experience
(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Felix believes in learning as he goes, and so, while he does know the basics and does a pretty decent job at pleasuring you, he likes to take his time learning how your body works. He will frequently ask you if he's doing it right, but takes care not to ruin the moment.
In time though, he becomes practically an expert, knowing what you want before you can so much as mutter a single word out.
F = Favourite Position
(This goes without saying.)
As I said before, Felix loves taking you from behind, something about him just really appeals to him. Mirror sex is one of his absolute favorites, and he just loves having you watch your body writhe as he thrusts into you, his fingers torturing your clit.
Another favorite will be missionary, because he gets to hold you close as you roll your hips over his.
G = Goofy
(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Felix tries to put on his best behavior and be serious during sex, but his goofy side eventually does end up breaking the surface, giggles escaping his lips when he suddenly gets shy. He is also one to continuously tease you, and would love it if you're the same.
Expect him to burst into random episodes of tickling you as he thrusts into you, burying his face into your neck when you say something that makes him blush.
I = Intimacy
(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect-)
Felix is a sucker for Intimacy, and is the type to frequentlyneed reassurances when he's having sex with you. When he's thoroughly in the mood, you can expect him to be super gentle with you, whispering in your ear just how much he treasures you. And if it's an anniversary or something, boy definitely goes all out on the romantic part. Even if it's time for hard sex, he will make sure to hold you close and show love to you once you're done, hands rubbing down your body as he tells you he loves you.
J = Jack Off
(Masturbation headcanon)
Felix often finds himself needy for your touch, and since he can't always have you, he does resort to masturbation every now and then. But it usually happens inside the confines of his bedroom, moans rolling off the tip of his tongue as he imagines your lips around him. He usually likes to look at pictures of you (some cute and some naughty) when he does it, making it easier to imagine. Every so often, he will FaceTime you just to have you guide him through it, many a time resulting in mutual masturbation, especially if he's on tour.
K= Kink
(One or more of their kinks)
Felix is big on mirror sex, and would practically pounced on any chance he has to fuck you from behind, his fingers working their wondering on your core as he makes you watch your knees go weak from the stimulation.
Another kink of his woud probably be food play. He just loves spreading the batter for his brownies all over you, licking it off before sucking on your skin. He loves sweet things, and you just make them taste even sweeter.
L = Location
(Favourite places to do the do)
While the bedroom is a staple, Felix also loves doing it with you in the kitchen, and the reason is pretty obvious. Baking with him frequently, you often end up finding the batter long forgotten as your hands travel up and down his body, being bent over the counter as he enters you, your chest pressing against the cold surface.
Another favorite would be the practice room, the mirrors heavily satisfying his kink, and allowing him to hear you hiss as he presses your bare back against it.
M = Motivation
(What turns them on, gets them going)
Felix is a sucker for neck kisses, and once you sink your teeth into his skin, it doesn't take long to get him all riled up. When it's the softer sex you're going for, then all it takes for him to go is a heavy heart-to-heart. One moment he'll be sharing his emotions with you, and the next, you find yourselves in each other's embrace, confessions of love slipping past his lips as he enters you.
N = NO
(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Felix is pretty flexible, but if there's one thing I see him as not being comfortable with, it would be fluid play of any kind (aside from cum of course). He just wouldn't get the appeal, and it would probably gross him out.
O = Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Felix is most definitely a giver most of the time, the feeling of having his head buried between your legs as he shows love to your core and thighs sending him to cloud nine. He loves taking his time eating you out, soft sounds slipping past his lips every now and then.
He also does like having you give him head, loving the feeling of his fingers entangled in your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length. But most of the time, he wouldn't explicitly ask for it, and instead, you have to be the one offering.
P = Pace
(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Felix typically likes to take things slow, savoring the moment and the feeling of having you close to him. Even when he's being rough, he prefers to draw you out for as long as he can, he just has a thing for edging. The only times he does go fast is when he knows someone will walk in on you, or those rare times when he's mad beyond words and all he wants is to fuck you, relieve his stress, and be done with it.
Q = Quickie
(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Felix really isn't a fan of quickies, liking to keep the pace slow and enjoy being in the moment. That being said, there are times when he either can't keep his hands off you, or is in need of a quick release, and it is at times like these that he would give in to a quickie, still trying his best to make you orgasm. But if that does happen, rest assured that he's far from done with you, and as soon as he finally has time on jis hands, he will pick back up from where he had left off.
R = Risk
(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Felix isnt usually one to suggest experimenting, because he's unsure of what you'll like and what you won't. But that doesn't mean that he won't be down to do something if you want to, provided he doesn't find it to gross for his liking. He also has fantasies of his own, but is often too shy to voice them out loud, so you're gonna have to take note of his kinks and suggest stuff you feel he would like. Once you do though, he will legit pounce at every chance he gets to try it out.
S = Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Felix can go up to two rounds, sometimes even three, but since he likes to draw things out for as long as he can, more often than not, the both of you are beyond exhausted after the first round itself. He can last for hours, thrusting into you before stopping abruptly, placing gentle kisses on your lips as you feel the knot in your stomach receding, until he starts moving again that is, and that too, without warning.
But if youve had a quickie earlier in the day, then you can practically rest assured that the night will be a long one, him being unable to keep his hands off you as he makes you go for two rounds, and then three.
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease)
Edging is Felix's thing, but not because he explicitly wants to tease you, and instead because he wants to enjoy the moment as long as your bodies allow you to. But it often ends in you a crying mess under him, begging for him to give you the release you need.
However, if his pissed off at you or if you're being a brabrat, he really won't hesitate to leave you hanging, pulling away right when you were about to cum, a smirk om his face as he sees your tear-stained cheeks.
V = Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Felix is decently loud. He isn't really one to scream, but his voice definitely is loud enough to get you riled up, the deep groans and moans that leave his lips sending goosebumps rising on your skin. Whe he moans, it's literally the most beautiful sound in the world, his accented tongue making your name sound way more exquisite than you had ever thought possible.
X = X-Ray
(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
He would probably be decently-sized, not too huge but just big enough to get your mouth watering. He's quite thick too, making your walls clench around him when he enters you. Knowing how to groom himself well, you can also expect him to be pretty well-kept down there.
Y = Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?)
The fact that he can't get enough of you and that he likes to take things slow should be enough to tell you just how high his sex drive is. He can practically go for hours just eating you out or thrusting into you, relishing the close contact between your bodies. If given his way, he would like to fuck you all day long, but since that's not possible, he resorts to making the best of the time he has with you.
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He usually doesn't fall asleep until you do, preferring to admire your beauty as you drift off to dreamland. That being said, there are often moments when the both of you practically fall asleep together while cuddling, not really remembering whose eyes closed the first.
