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So ughhh I wanna write a new fanfic but I’m lwk bored of writing to felix. I want other members. Requests and questions r open
Choose one, hoes.
Chan
Lee know
Changbin
Hyunjin
Han
(No Felix bcz I wanna do smth new)
Seungmin
Jeongin
Okay, quick or I will peg yall
𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 🎧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠+𝟏𝟖 🔞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 🎧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:+𝟏𝟖 🔞
𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 🎧 𝟑 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝! 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 🔞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:+𝟏𝟖
𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 🎧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:+𝟏𝟖 🔞
HIIII!! so I’ve been kinda addicted to your audios lately and I was thinking if you could make a Felix sub smut audio or I.N sub smut audio. Pleaaaasaaaseeeeeeeee anyways no rush, take ur time
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐎𝐅𝐂! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨✧ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆°°✩ 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 🎧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:+𝟏𝟖, 𝐬𝐮𝐛, 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬! 🔞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨!🥹😭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬! 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡!
P R E T T Y W H E N Y O U ’ R E M I N E E P 3
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O B S E S S I V E ! F E L I X X F E M ! R E A D E R
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𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗍𝖼.
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜
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𝘢/𝘯: 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘/𝘈 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!
After hours of getting raped by the friend who used to be a flower of hope and comfort in your life, you got carried to his room. The room you used to sneak to when life was going its downs and needed comfort.
He laid you softly on the mattress — a stark contrast of his earlier rough touches. His voice is soft, gentle and completely different from the monster you saw earlier. He starts cleaning you up gently with cloth, making you hiss. His touch almost loving as he removes any evidence of what he did to you.
Hii, yall. I just wanted to say that I won’t be posting for a long time because i just started my final exams. I know some of yall r waiting for Felix smut ff “my dear rapist” part 2 and part 3 of “pretty when you’re mine” but i swear this month is so busy for me. But i will start posting again after my exams and there will be a big surprise for yall on may 26 (my birthday) so stay tuned
✩‧₊˚ ✧.* SMUT AUDIO ✩‧₊˚ ✧.*
MeanBully!Felix x you
warnings: hate sex, degradation, spitting - MINORS DNI 18+
divider design/ credit: @cafekitsune
Not going to even explain how good this is
𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵...
Lee Felix smut. Lee Felix fanfiction. Lee felix x reader.
Warning: this ff contains things like rape and sexual assault. If you find this content disturbing, you may scroll. This is never meant to disrespect any idol and never happened to them. It all came from my imagination.
𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 : 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾... 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀.
It only started with a favor. A small one, honestly so small you didn’t even think about it after it happened.
It was just a normal day, nothing special about it. You were sitting in class like always, actually paying attention, pen in your hand as you kept writing everything down before the teacher erased it from the board. You liked being prepared, liked knowing what was going on.
Which is exactly why the boy next to you annoyed you a little.
Felix. The new kid. The one everyone already talked about. Not in a good way.
He was the complete opposite of you. Slouched in his chair, chewing gum like he didn’t care about anything, not even trying to hide how bored he was. He barely looked at the board, just kept zoning out or messing around with his pen. And the rumors about him didn’t really help either.
Expelled from three different schools. No one really knew why. Or at least, no one said it out loud. And it was disturbing.. annoyingly disturbing.
You tried not to think about it. They’re just rumors, right? That’s what you told yourself.
Everything was normal until the teacher suddenly turned around and called his name. “Felix, answer the question.”
You paused for a second, your pen hovering over your notebook. You already knew he wouldn’t know it. And you were right.
He just sat there for a second, silent, clearly having no idea what to say while a few students around the class started whispering and laughing quietly.
You don’t even know why you did it. Seriously, you didn’t think about it.
You just moved your notebook slightly closer to him, subtle enough that no one would notice, and pointed your pen quickly at the answer written between your notes.
You didn’t look at him, didn’t say anything, didn’t even turn your head. A second later, he spoke.
“B.” Calm. Simple. Like he actually knew it.
The teacher nodded and continued the lesson like nothing happened. And for you, it was nothing.
You just pulled your notebook back and kept writing, already focused again, already forgetting about it.
But Felix didn’t. He noticed.
At first, it was just a glance. Then another.
Not obvious enough for anyone else to catch, but enough to feel if you paid attention.
He wasn’t looking at the board anymore. He was looking at you.
Not in a weird way… just watching. Like he was trying to figure something out. Or actually, in a weird way.
Because people didn’t usually help him like that. Not without him asking. Not without making it a big deal.
But you didn’t even hesitate that much. You just did it. And after that, things started to change. Slowly, but enough to notice.
At first, it was small. He’d glance at your notebook during class, sometimes lean a little closer when the teacher explained something, like he was actually trying now.
Then it became… more.
He started sitting properly instead of slouching all the time, at least in that class. Started paying attention—well, not really to the lesson, but to you. To the way you wrote. To how you always seemed to know the answer before anyone else. To how you stayed quiet and minded your own business.
And somehow, without you realizing it, helping him that one time turned into a habit. Not because he asked, but because he didn’t have to.
And that’s when it stopped being just a favor.
Because for you, it was nothing.
But for Felix…
It was the first time something in that school actually felt interesting.
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Then he started acting weird—not clumsy weird, but like we were actually friends. He’d sit with you and your friends in the cafeteria like he belonged, laugh at your jokes, tease you in the hallway, just like your real friends do.
You told yourself he just wanted friends, but you didn’t see him that way. And you didn’t want to.
One day in gym, you were chatting with your friends about the sleepover you had, how fun it was. Felix overheard and came up to ask why he wasn’t invited.
Why would you even think about inviting him?
“Sorry, Lix. My parents said I can only invite four people.” A little lie, but you felt proud for it.
“Oh, well. I want to be one of the four next time. See you around.” Then he walked off.
Your best friend Jeongin, who’s been with you since forever, thought this was strange. Especially since he knew all the rumors about Felix.
“Since when are you friends with Felix?” He put his arm around your shoulders. “I thought we promised not to hang out with guys like him.”
“Don’t touch me, jerk. And you know I wouldn’t be friends with HIM.”
“Stop being such a pain and just ignore him.” But he held on.
“I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Quit being so stuck in that sweat, broken girl mood. You’re acting like Kate Marsh.”
You groaned. “Only if you stop talking about Life Is Strange.”
“You want me to lose my dignity or what?”
One afternoon, you were sitting alone in the library, trying to finish your homework. Suddenly, Felix appeared and sat right beside you without asking.
“Hey, mind if I join you?” he said with a smile.
You hesitated but nodded. As you worked, he kept glancing over and making small talk, trying way too hard to fit in.
Then, out of nowhere, he blurted, “You know, I’m really glad we’re hanging out now.”
You froze. This wasn’t just about friendship anymore. You didn’t know how to respond. Felix just smiled and went back to his book like nothing happened.
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That was when you finally started taking Jeongin's advice. You began pulling away from Felix—not because you'd ever let a guy dictate your choices, but because something about the way he looked at you had started to feel… wrong.
But your distance only fed the twisted part of him. Felix wasn't the type to let go of something he wanted that easily.
So while you were distracted, nowhere near your locker, he slipped over to it. A few quiet turns of the lock, and your spare keys were in his hand.
Later, as you headed home, he followed. Silent steps. Burning eyes. Every intention painted dark across his face.
You let yourself in with your main keys, none the wiser. He waited just outside, patient as a held breath, until he heard you settle in. Then—slowly, deliberately—he slid the stolen key into the lock and turned it.
The lock clicked open with barely a sound.
Felix stepped inside, closing the door just as quietly behind him. The apartment was still. Warm. The soft hum of the refrigerator filled the space as he slipped off his shoes, placing them neatly beside yours—almost considerate, if not for everything else.
From the kitchen came the clink of a glass against the counter. The rush of the faucet. You were humming something under your breath, too lost in the small rituals of coming home to notice the extra set of footsteps, the faint draft from the door, the way the air had shifted just slightly.
You reached for the kettle, filling it with water, still blissfully unaware.
He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching. Silent. Waiting. His intentions so twisted, it made his cock twitch in his pants.
He watched you walk past the living room, that sweet little sway of your hips making his cock twitch.
Before you could even reach the fridge, he was behind you, pinning you against the counter with his body. His hands slide down to grip your waist hard, fingers digging into your skin as he press his already hardening length against your ass.
"Miss me, baby?"
“The fuck?! Felix! How did you get inside?!” You tried to push him, but thats when you realized how strong he actually is despite his looks.
He just chuckled darkly, his hands tightening around your waist as he pulled you back flush against him.
He knew you were small, but fuck, you fit perfectly against his bigger frame. "I stole your spare keys. See I’m a smart boy.”
“You asshole!”
Despite your protests, your body was actually reacting to him. His hardness against your ass, made your booty cheeks clench and your pussy get wetter by each second.
He rock his hips into you slowly, letting you feel how hard he is.
"You weren't gonna give it to me? I thought we were close." His hands slide up from your waist to cup your tits through your shirt.
“Back off, okay? We’re not close!”
He just smirked, his thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your shirt.
"Could've fooled me." He leaned down and bit at your neck gently before sucking a mark into your skin.
"Feel how close I am right now?" His cock was throbbing against your ass insistently.
“Felix, Stop it!” You tried to push him off, but this position and how strong he is made it hard.
He ignored your plea, his hands moving to undo the laces of your pajama pants roughly.
"Shh, baby. You know you love it when I'm like this."
He pushed your jeans down along with your panties, exposing your wet pussy to the cool kitchen air.
"See? Already dripping for me."
“Don’t touch me, psycho!” You attempted to push his hands off.
He growled and pushed you forward, so you were bent over the kitchen counter. He slapped your wet pussy possessively.
"Keep saying that while your pussy is so fucking wet, huh?"
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his hard, veiny, aching dick.
He slammed into you without warning, one hand gripping your hair roughly to pull your head back as he fucked you mercilessly against the counter.
His other hand covered your mouth to muffle your cries as he snapped, "Shut up and take it like a good girl."
You screamed against his mouth, fighting with your all might.
He just fucked you harder, his hips slapping against your ass loudly as he bred you roughly.
"You know what? I'm gonna fuck you until you say 'please Felix'."
He leaned down and bit your neck hard, marking you like an animal.
Now that rumors make sense. Why he was expelled from three different schools. Why the rumors said he got expelled for a scandal about sexual assault.
He fucked you for what felt like hours. He was brutal, He was rough. He was everything you never knew you wanted. He fucked you until tears rolled down your cheeks, until your pussy was swollen and sore.
Your body was shaking, legs trembling, lips swollen from having his hand pressed on it.
Finally, he slowed down, feeling your pussy clench around his dick as he hit that spot deep inside you. He pulled his hand away from your mouth, knowing you were too broken to speak loud enough to bother the neighbors.
"Say it," he commanded, slamming into you one last time. "Say please Felix. Say it like you mean it or I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk straight."
He was serious. He would do it. He was that unhinged when it came to you. His hand wrapped around your throat possessively. "Say. It."
You just cried in pain, refusing to let a man control you. “Never.”
He laughed darkly and fucked you even harder, like a punishment. Your pussy was soaking wet and swollen, but he didn't care. He kept going until you were sobbing silently and he knew you were right on the edge of orgasm.
"Never?" He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "Fine. Never say please. Never beg. Never fucking admit you love when I ruin this pretty little cunt."
He snapped his hips brutally against you, making you gasp loudly. "Because I'm gonna keep doing it."
He felt you cum on his dick, your pussy clenching and quivering around him. He grunted, not stopping for a second as he used your orgasm to milk himself closer.
"There she is." He pulled out abruptly and slapped your ass hard, turning you around to face him. "On your knees. Now."
When you hesitate, yanked you down roughly, not caring if you stumbled. Your face was flushed, hair messy, lips swollen. You looked like such a good little fucked out whore for him.
"Open that pretty mouth and take my cock. Gonna show you who owns this." He slapped his dick against your lips, leaving a wet trail. "Don't even think about biting."
He grabbed your hair and forced his cock into your mouth, not giving you any time to adjust.
He fucked your throat brutally, using it like he used your pussy—roughly and without mercy. Tears streamed down your face as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. "Good girl."
He came down your throat with a groan, holding your head in place so you couldn't move as he unloaded deep inside your mouth. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of your swollen lips.
"Swallow," he commanded, waiting until you swallowed before pushing back in.
He kept his dick in your mouth as it slowly softened, occasionally thrusting his hips to hit the back of your throat. He let go of your hair and used his hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him as he pulled out completely.
"Stay on your knees," he ordered, tucking himself back into my jeans.
He looked down at you, his good girl on her knees with spit dripping from her red, swollen lips. Your big doe eyes looked up at him, all glassy and full of unshed tears. He loved this sight—you all broken and used up at his feet.
"You know what? I love you," he said bluntly, like it was nothing. Like he didn't just destroy your throat with his dick. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you kneeling on the floor alone. He knew you wouldn't say it back. You never did.
"Clean yourself up, bitch. I'm ordering pizza."
“…You’ve no shame…”
He paused at the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without turning around, he called back over his shoulder.
"None. And you love that about me."
He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through food options, already acting like he hadn't just ruined your fucking night in the most intimate way possible.
"Pepperoni or cheese?"
“…does the menu include ‘fuck yourself and get out’ pizza?” Your body was so fucked you could barely move from your spot. You looked utterly exhausted and defeated.
I mean who blames you? You got brutally raped by this freak.
He burst out laughing, shaking his head as he finally turned to face you. "Feisty even after that?"
He walked back over, crouching down so you were on the same eye level.
"Here's an idea," he said, reaching out to wipe some spit from your chin with his thumb.
You glared at him, your jaw clenched in annoyance. He loved that fucking glare.
"If you're really that mad, you can come suck my dick while I wait for the pizza."
“I’m gonna call the cops on you. You need a mental hospital, and a lawyer.”
His eyes narrowed, his smile turning into a dangerous smirk. He stood up suddenly, towering over you.
"Go ahead. Call the cops. Tell them your boyfriend fucked your throat raw and called you a bitch." He pulled out his own phone and unlocked it.
“…This is your problem.. You don’t know your place.. I helped you with a question. Just stupid math question, and now you think you’re my boyfriend.”
He felt a pang of something ugly in his chest—maybe hurt, maybe anger—but he hid it behind a smirk. You were right, kind of. He didn't have the right to fuck you like that based on some stupid math help. But fuck if he was gonna admit that.
"You know what?" He said, his voice low and dangerous. He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him. "You're right. I don't know my place." He leaned down closer to your face. "But let me make something clear, I don't fucking care."
He pushed your head back roughly, releasing your chin. "I'm still gonna fuck you whenever I want, call you whatever I want, and treat you however I want. Because that's just who the fuck I am."
(I’m too lazy to continue)
hyunjin smut audio
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virgin! hyunjin , pathetic! hyunnie , wet sounds , slapping , mommy kink , whimpering
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hi tumblr refuses to review my appeal for my other acc so.. hi i think🦈 tumblr is so sensitive oh my gosh bruh
Okay.. I need help. Seriously.
What should i work on rn?
“Pretty when you’re mine.” Ep 3?
New felix smut (short one)
Study for my exams
Lee Felix from straykids smut! Felix fanfiction. Felix x reader.
“Pretty when you’re mine.” Episode two.
~Just say you love me~
Waring: this is all a work of art and imagination. Never meant to disrespect any idol and never actually happened to them. This series contains sensitive topics like rape, sexual assault, drugs, blood, etc. if you find this disturbing, you may scroll.
Drip… drip… drip…
The sound was slow at first—almost rhythmic—until it became impossible to ignore. A thin line of blood slid from Felix’s fingertips, pooling and staining the fabric of his jeans like ink soaking into paper.
He was crouched in the alley, still and silent except for the faint rise and fall of his breathing.
Beside him lay Minho.
Motionless.
The streetlight above flickered weakly, revealing the unnatural stillness of the scene. Minho’s phone had fallen just out of reach, its screen glowing faintly in the dark.
Felix noticed it only after a moment.
Slowly, he reached for it.
The screen lit up his face as he read the unfinished message.
Belle, you need to—
His expression shifted.
Not shock. Not guilt.
Something quieter. Sharper.
“Still trying to protect her,” he murmured under his breath, almost impressed. “That’s adorable.”
He exhaled softly, tilting his head as he looked down at Minho like he was studying something distant and unimportant.
“You didn’t understand,” Felix said gently, voice calm enough to sound almost normal. “She was never yours to protect.”
A pause.
Then he slipped the phone into his pocket like it belonged to him.
His gaze lifted toward the empty street.
“She’s already safe,” he whispered.
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Somewhere else in the city… beneath the surface noise of sleeping streets… you sat frozen.
The basement was dim, the light above you buzzing softly like it was struggling to stay alive. The chair beneath you was real, solid, grounding—but everything else felt wrong. Too quiet. Too controlled.
The restraints had been loosened.
Not enough to run.
Just enough to remind you that you were being allowed to sit there.
Your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Each second felt louder than the last.
Then—
The door clicked open.
You didn’t move.
Felix stepped inside like nothing in the world had changed. Like the air itself wasn’t heavier the moment he entered.
“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him.
His voice was calm. Familiar. Almost comforting if you forgot what it meant.
He looked… clean. Put together. Like the world outside him had never cracked.
“I’m back,” he added, as if he had simply gone somewhere ordinary.
He took a step closer.
Then another.
“How are you feeling?” he asked casually, tilting his head. “Do you want anything? Water? Something to eat?”
Like this was normal.
Like you weren’t sitting there with your chest tight and your thoughts spiraling.
You swallowed hard.
“Just leave me alone.”
For a brief moment, something flickered across his face. So quick you almost missed it.
Then he smiled again.
But it didn’t reach his eyes this time.
“Belle,” he said quietly, like he was trying to be patient. “That’s not possible.”
He stopped in front of you.
Close enough that you could feel his presence fully now—heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
“I didn’t do all of this for nothing,” he continued, voice softer now. “I did it because I love you.”
Your breath shook slightly.
“That’s not love,” you whispered.
His expression tightened at that.
Not anger.
Worse—something wounded.
“You say that,” Felix murmured, “but you don’t understand what I’m willing to do for you.”
He crouched slightly so he was level with you, eyes locked onto yours like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“I’m the only one who stays,” he said. “The only one who doesn’t leave.”
A pause.
His voice dropped even lower.
“So just listen to me,” he said. “Please.”
His hand rose slowly—not forcing, not grabbing—just hovering near you like he was trying to convince reality itself to change.
“I can make this work,” he added softly. “We can still be okay.”
And in that basement, with the clock still ticking and the air too still to breathe properly…
it didn’t feel like a promise. It felt like a cage closing in.
“I hwate you.”
Your future self would’ve begged you not to say it.
The moment the words left your mouth, everything shifted.
His expression broke—something sharp flickering behind his eyes before his jaw tightened so hard it looked like it might crack. Silence hit the room like a weight.
Then he moved.
Fast.
He closed the distance between you in an instant, grabbing you and pulling you back against him with a force that stole your breath. His grip wasn’t gentle—firm, desperate, shaking with something ugly and raw. Then, he grabbed your throat tightly, squeezing like life depended on it.
“You don’t get to say that,” he muttered, voice low at first… almost broken. His hand tightened slightly as if he was trying to hold himself together more than he was holding you. He nipped on your earlobe.
“Say it again,” he whispered near your ear, his tone turning colder, sharper. “Go on.”
Your body trembled. Your breath hitched. Tears blurred your vision as panic flooded your chest. Black spots danced on your vision.
“…please… let me go…”
His laugh was quiet—but it didn’t feel like humor.
“Let go?” he repeated, like the word didn’t make sense. His grip loosened just enough for you to breathe better, but he didn’t step back. Not even close.
“After everything I’ve done… for you… for us…” His voice rose, breaking at the edges. “You still say that?”
A pause.
The air felt heavy, stuck.
Then, barely above a whisper, you forced it out again.
“…I hate you.”
Everything went still.
Then sharp, stinging slap landed on your cheek. You hissed in pain.
He let go.
Finally.
You gasped for air.
He walked over to a small desk. The one he keeps his knifes on. But he didn’t grab any. He just started at them. Blankly.
“…You think I’m a monster?”
You glanced at him. Just a glance. You wouldn’t dare looking at him.
“You kill people.”
“I just get rid of whom get between us.”
Slow, deliberate footsteps retreating towards you. “I’ll make you love me.”
Without a warning. Without a word. Without a glance. He pulled you to stand by your hair, sending you stumbling.
His lips landed on yours. Not kissing. But eating your mouth. Fiercely. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth. His hands roamed over your body, until they reached the waistband of your pants. Then he pushed them down alongside with your panties.
“Love me.” He whispered against your lips. His hand snaked into your underwear and he began to massage your clit roughly.
“Love me.” He said again, his voice sounding more urgent.
“Love me.” He pressed two fingers into you.
“Love me.”
His fingers moved in and out of you roughly, as if trying to force the words 'I love you' out of your mouth.
His other hand gripped your jaw tightly, making it hard for you to move or speak. His lips moved to your neck, sucking and biting harshly as he continued his assault on your core.
"Say it."
You moaned. You hate that you did.
"Say it, fucking say it..."
His fingers curled inside of you, hitting that perfect spot that made your legs tremble. His thumb pressed hard on your clit, rubbing it in circles.
"Love me..." He whispered against your neck, his voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll make you."
"You're going to come on my fingers and then I'm going to fuck you and you'll love me by the end of it."
He growled into your ear, his fingers moving faster, deeper, hitting that spot over and over until your body started to shake.
You squirted hard on his fingers, your body convulsing as he continued to rub your clit and finger you through the orgasm. He didn't stop until you were completely spent, panting and trembling. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking your juices off slowly.
"Now..." A sigh. "Now you're going to say it."
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his hard cock. He grabbed your hips roughly, seating you down on his knives’ desk, and positioned himself at your entrance.
"Say 'I love you' or I'll fuck you raw without a condom."
“Never.” A mistake. (Let’s be honest, you’re dumb)
"Never?" He repeated, his voice low and dangerous.
He grabbed your throat and squeezed, his other hand guiding his thick, 11 inches dick inside of you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your fingers clawing at his wrists.
"Say it." He thrust into you hard, hitting your cervix.
Panting heavily, you managed and said, “No.” (Told ya)
"Fucking stubborn bitch."
He groaned, pulling out and slamming back into you, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust.
"I'll make you love me with my dick." He reached down to rub your clit aggressively while fucking you hard.
His pace was brutal, relentless. He bent you over the edge of the desk, pulling your head back by your hair while he pounded into you from behind.
"You'll break." A cruel smile spread across his face as he felt you clench around him again. "I have forever to make you love me. I don't need to rush."
He fucked you for what felt like hours, not giving you a break, not letting you come down from the orgasms.
Every time you came or squirted, he just kept going, determined to break you. Your pussy was sore and swollen, coated in your juices and his precum.
Everytime you protested, he slapped you.
"Shut up and take my dick."
Slap.
"You're going to love me."
Slap.
"Even if I have to fuck the hatred out of your pussy."
Slap.
"Such a tight little cunt."
Slap.
He flipped you onto your back on the desk, spreading your legs wide and pushing them up towards your chest.
He gripped your thighs tightly as he drove into you, his pace brutal and unforgiving. Tears streamed down your face from the pain and the slaps, but he didn't stop.
"Look at me." He commanded, and when you refused, his hand connected with your cheek again.
Slap.
"I said look at me while I'm ruining you." His eyes were wild, possessive, hungry. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he pounded into you mercilessly.
"I'll own this body. I'll own your heart. Everything."
He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling them apart and lifting your hips higher to change the angle. With each brutal thrust, he hit that spot inside you that made your body shudder despite the pain. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as he used you roughly.
"Still no love?"
Slap.
“Fine… stop.. please… I love you.. just enough..” You managed to say with shaking breath.
At your desperate fake confession, he softened instantly. His brutal thrusts gentled, becoming slow and deep, almost worshipful. A cruel smile played on his lips as he looked down at your tear-streaked face.
"That's my good girl... You learned so quickly." His voice became soft, almost loving.
He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your bruised cheek, contradicting the violent man who had just been fucking you senseless.
"You realized if you just said what I wanted to hear, I'd treat you better."
"I knew you'd see reason eventually." He pulled out slowly, making you wince at the soreness. His cock was still hard, coated in your juices and maybe a little blood from how rough he was.
"Such a smart girl, knowing when to give in."
He undid the restraints and carried you out of the basement, your body limp and exhausted in his arms.
He took you upstairs to his room, laying you gently on his bed. He cleaned you up carefully, tending to the red marks on your wrists and the bruises on your cheeks and neck.
"Shh..."
As he tended to your wounds, you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be too exhausted to move. But inside, a cold, burning hatred was growing. You hated him for what he had done to you, for forcing your love out of you with pain and violence.
To be continued…
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Lixie can be quite vocal if you hit the right spots ^.~
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Felix Lee from straykids Fan fiction. Felix x reader.
“Pretty when you’re mine.” Episode one.
Warning: this is all a work of fiction and came all from my imagination. This is not meant to disrespect any idol and never happened to them. This fan fiction contains things like rape, blood, drugs and sex. If you find this uncomfortable, you can scroll.
A sweat drop fell from your forehead, as you tried controlling your heavy breathing. Your body is trembling, shaking, hoping goddamn that you can get out of this.
You’re curled behind a trash can, peeking your eye for any sign of danger. You’re running from the only person you never thought you would run from. The boy that was one day a safe place, a comfort, warm one. It’s hard for you to decide whether he was changed or that he was always like you saw him minutes ago.
Felix—someone you once trusted— just killed your friend in front of your eyes with warm blood as if it was normal, like it was a hobby or something he always did.
Felix, as you knew him, he was soft, delicate, polite. He always comforted you when things went bad. He was always there to embrace you when you fail a test, had a fight with your parents, or even when your toe accidentally bumped into the table.
But minutes ago, everything was now clear. His true intentions. His obsession over you. His obsession to own you. To make you his and only his. He killed your friend to prove how much he ‘loves’ you. How much he ‘cares’ about you.
A month ago, your boyfriend, Zackery, died in a mysterious murder, but the case was closed since it was believed he committed suicide from all the stress he had from college. Minutes ago, Felix admitted being the killer, being the one who killed and will kill your friends, that you will always be his and that only his.
He had a syringe in his hand that he wanted to inject in you, so you could come with him easily. The one used for rape, so you ran away.
Footsteps echoed as it came closer to your direction. The only light is the dim light from the street lighting as it was 3:00 AM. Suddenly, a small yet strong hand pushed the trash can, the one you were hiding behind, away. Black plastic bags, empty bottles, dirty cans, banana covers, and other more trash spread all over the street ground.
Felix, whose hands are now bloody, and his freckles and face smudged with your friend’s innocent blood. His face was neutral as if he didn’t just kill an innocent soul. His bloody hands slammed on your lips, preventing you from screaming. “Stop running. I don’t play Tom and Jerry here.” His other hand is holding the knife and the syringe.
He kneeled down like you were doing. “Please, don’t make this harder for both of us.” His voice changed utterly than before. More desperate. Vulnerable. “Come on.”
Your body froze completely, and your eyes widened and fear, as if begging him to let you go. For freedom. Your body was shaking uncontrollably.
His hands that’s in your mouth slammed your head against the building’s wall. Not enough to draw blood are make you pass out but enough to make your head ache. Then, slowly, he injected the syringe into your neck. You felt your consciousness slip away slowly. Your vision blackened.
—————-
Your consciousness returned slowly, painfully. A sharp ache pulsed through your head, making your eyebrows twitch as a quiet groan escaped your lips. Your vision was blurry, unfocused—shadows blending into one another as if the world itself didn’t want you to wake up.
For a moment… you didn’t move.You couldn’t.
Your body felt heavy. Weak. Like something was weighing you down, forcing you to stay still, to stay quiet.
Where…?
Your breathing picked up slightly, uneven, as you tried to blink the haze away. The ceiling above you was unfamiliar. Cracked. Stained. A dim light flickered from somewhere, casting unstable shadows across the room.
It was quiet. Too quiet. No cars. No voices. No wind.
Just— Tick. Tick. Tick.
Your eyes shifted slightly, following the sound until you spotted a small clock on the wall. The second hand moved slowly, loudly, each tick echoing in your head like a warning.
Your heart began to race. Memories hit you all at once. The alley. The blood. Your friend. Felix.
Your breath hitched sharply, your body jolting as you tried to sit up—but a sudden tightness stopped you. Your wrists—your hands— Tied.
Panic flooded through you instantly.
Your breathing turned shaky, uneven, your chest rising and falling too fast as you struggled against whatever was holding you down. The material bit into your skin slightly, not enough to hurt badly—but enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere.
No… no, no—
A quiet sound interrupted you. A small movement.
Somewhere behind you.
You froze. Completely.
Your body went still, your breath caught in your throat as if even the smallest sound would give you away—though deep down, you knew…
It was too late for that.
A chair scraped softly against the floor.
Slow. Deliberate.
And then—A voice.
“You’re awake.”
Your breath hitched painfully. Your eyes widened in fear, terror crawling deep into your chest. Slowly—hesitantly—you turned your gaze toward the sound behind you.
As expected…It was him.Felix Lee.
Sitting on a chair just a few steps away. Just watching you.
The dim light barely reached him, yet it was enough to reveal everything you wished you hadn’t seen. His soft yet sharp features. The freckles you once found comforting.
And his expression—Twisted. Not with anger. Not with guilt. But with something far worse. Love. An unhealthy, suffocating obsession.
“Why?” Your voice came hoarse, strained with fear.
He just smiled smugly. His eyes never leaving yours. Enough to make your stomach twist. “Why what?”
Something in you snapped. His smirk made your blood boil. Your jaw tightened and your hands clenched despite the restraints. You hate him. You hate him so much. He doesn’t show a penny of guilt. “Don’t. Act. Dumb.” Three simple yet meaningful words. “Why did you this? Why are you doing this?”
For a moment he was quite—too quite.“You made me like this. You made me do this. You, Belle.”
Your breath shook as his words settled deep into your chest, twisting, suffocating.“You’re insane…” you whispered, your voice breaking despite you trying to stay strong.
Felix tilted his head slightly, his smile softening—as if you had just said something that amused him. “No,” he murmured calmly. “I’m the only one who understands.”
He stood up slowly, the legs of the chair scraping lightly against the floor. The sound echoed in the silence, making your heart pound harder against your ribs.
Instinctively, you tried to move back—but there was nowhere to go.
Step. Step. Step.
Each step he took felt heavier than the last, like it was crushing whatever hope you had left. He stopped right in front of you. Then crouched down. His hand reached out—slow, gentle—tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear like he had done so many times before.
The same gesture. The same touch. But it made your skin crawl now.
“They didn’t deserve to be around you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “They were getting on our way.” His fingers lingered for a second too long.
Your heart dropped.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he continued softly, his eyes searching yours like he was the one being hurt. “I’m the only one who stays. I’m the one. The love of your life. Your soulmate.”
Your lips trembled. “You killed them…”
A small pause. Then— “I protected us..”
Silence filled the room again. Heavy. Unbearable. And then, quietly— “You’re mine now..”
To be continued…
