౨ৎ “You’re like, good at standing still, right?” Your voice is hopeful and has a pleasant cadence to it that draws him in like a spoon of peanut butter does a dog.
“For sure! Statue.” Felix promises, probably too eager to be considered casual, but he’s thrilled to get a front row seat to your creative process.
And that’s the origin story of his thrilling debut as a mannequin.
"Yoongi, you know you don't have to drop me off inside of the school, right?" I ask him as he opens the entrance door, glaring at a random kid who brushed past me."Im just making sure you get here safely, now go, you're gonna be late."
" Okay, bye- whats this for?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as he pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around my torso.
"Just in case your bus falls off a bridge again." He mumbles, and I let out a small laugh, patting his back. "You're so dramatic. I'll be fine, yoongi," I assure him, and he smiles.
"Miss. Hayes, it's nice to have you back." the teacher says as I walk into class, "It's good to be back." I smile, taking a seat in the back of the classroom.
"im sure it is, well you clearly missed out on a lot of work so, for this class the rest of you can work on the assignment I gave you yesterday, and one of you lend Luna your notes and help her out a bit so she can get upto date."
"I'll do it. I already did most of my assignments anyway." Felix says, shooting his hand up, almost eagerly, "Perfect! Mr. Adams, please switch seats with Mr. Lee,"
The two boys got out of their seats, taking whatever they needed from their deks and swaped places.
" Hey," Felix hums as he sits down beside me, clumsily dropping his stuff onto the desk, his jote book almost falling, but he somehow catches it before it hits the floor. "Hey," I reply and take the notebook when he moves it towards me.
"Um, so we were focused on the islamic golden age for the last two weeks, I wrote pretty much everything down in here." he smiled, his eyes turning into crescents.
Hmm, I never really noticed how pretty his eyes were, its cheesy to say, but you could literally see stars in them. And his freckles as well, how are they so pretty and his hair some how seems so soft, I kinda wanna run my fingers thr-
" -una, Luna?" He said, snapping his fingers in front of my face, causing me to jump in my seat. "Huh?" I ask, snapping out of my daze.
"You were zoned out for like 3 minutes. Are you okay," he asks, raising a brow. " Uh, yeah....yeah, I'm fine..totaly fine." I nod, he lookz unsure, but let's it slide.
"Okayy..... was telling you about the assignment and what we need to do," he murmurs, his face now close to momentarily explaining the assignment, I try my best not to focus on the way his lips love or the way his face is so close to mine. What's wrong with me?
I sigh as I sit down under a tree on the grassy field, and the morning dew drops still visible. "rough morning?" His voice startles me.
" Yeah, you'd think my math teacher would have mercy on me cause i only just got out of the hospital two days ago. there was a test today, and he didn't even let me skip, like I fell out of a bus dude, give me a few days to catch up." I roll my eyes, and felix laughs. I feel butterflies in my stomach, fluttering around as his voice rings through my ears.
"Speaking of, how are you feeling? I probably should have asked you earlier, " Felix said as he sat down beside me, si close he could probably hear my heart beating out of my chest.
"Im okay, I guess," I mumble, picking at the random thread on my shirt, avoiding his eyes.
" You guess? Is something wrong?" He asked, voixe filled with concerned. "I've just been having nightmares of the incident.....other than that, I'm all good." I say, giving him a thumbs up.
I look at him and I can see the emotions changing on his face, theres almost a guilty look in his eyes, "if that idiot was fast enough you wouldn't have had to go through this." he frowns. Spiderman, he's talking about Spiderman.
Ever since I woke up all I've been hearing from everyone is about how the masked hero wasn't fast enough to save me or that he was at fault for my injuries, which I think is a load of bullshit,
" I - I don't think it's his fault, really. I saw the video, he didn't have a choice...the cops were shooting at him. It's thanks to him that I'm here living and breathing. He's a hero. He saved all of us on that bus." I huff.
"You.....think he's a hero?" He asked, shooting his head up, wide eyes, "of course, don't you? He risked his live in order to save everyone on that bridge."
" i- yeah...I guess...he did." He spoke hesitantly, his eyes softening slightly as he leaned back against the tree.
We sit and talk for a while about random things until he lifts himself off the ground. It's odd. Normally, we wouldn't last 2 minutes without annoying the other.
"Well i have to get going, but it was nice talking to you." He smiles as he dusts the grass of his pants.
" Yeah.....it was, later Felix." Frowning slightly that our conversation is over.
" God, what the hell is wrong with me!?!?" I scream into my pillow. All I could think about throughout the rest of the day was the way felix's eyes looked when he smiled or how pretty his freckles were or the sound of his laugh. Im going insane.bI never felt this way about him before, so why the hell now.
I hear stubling in the kitchen and hurried footsteps coming towrds my roo.. "Luna?! Are you okay?! I heard screaming?! Are you hurt? im coming in!" Yoongi shouts before storming through my door. " Where's the danger!" He said, holding up a... frying pan?
"Calm down rapunzel, there's no danger, and if there was, it sure as hell wouldn't be scared of a man in a frilly apron holding a frying pan." I snort at his appearance.
" Okay, well if there's no danger.... why the hell were you screaming." He glares, and the heat rises to my cheeks, my mind wandering back to the freckled boy.
" Uh, no reason, just letting my stress out, haha." I mumble. He squints his eyes at me before slowly walking out of the room," im watching you, kid." He said, making the gesture with his hand, my eyes roll.
The second he leaves, my thoughts instantly come back....im so fucked.
because love, his brand of love, isn’t sweet or fleeting like a summer breeze. no, it’s a wildfire. devouring. untamed. it’s the kind that crawls under his skin until he feels like he might combust if he doesn’t touch, doesn’t claim, doesn’t have you.
felix loves you deeply, violently, obsessively. the way stars pull at their planets— gravity so forceful it brings them spinning closer until they have no choice but to collide. his love is less of a choice and more of a sentence; less a bond and more a chain he’s willingly shackled himself to.
but to you?
to you, he’s just felix. sweet, golden-hearted felix. the charming regular at your little corner café, always greeting you with that sunshine smile that seems to brighten your entire shift.
you don’t know the world that exists inside him— inside his mind, where he’s tethering himself to scraps of your attention, living off every tossed-away “morning!” or the way you occasionally glance at him through the bar as you pour a latte.
felix loves you the way an addict loves their drug; desperate and fully dependent. but where there’s desperation, there is also fear— a fear so consuming that the thought of losing you, even by unassuming chance, is enough to make his chest burn. and so, felix doesn’t just let fate dictate love. he shapes it himself.
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“don’t you think it’s odd how much we keep bumping into each other?” you’d laughed once, wide eyed and smiling.
it was at the bookstore down the street— your haven, where you often spent hours flipping through novels of love, self-discovery, and the edges of human nature. you weren’t expecting to see him there (again), standing in the same aisle as if he, too, just so happened to enjoy your eclectic taste.
“what? me? stalking you?” felix had chuckled softly, a friendly blush blooming along his sharp cheekbones as he ruffled the back of his hair. “now, why would i need to stalk you when you’re always right here?”
charming. disarming. casual. felix had delivered the line in a tone so convincing, so warm, that you didn’t even notice the sharpened, hungry edge beneath his grin. to you, he was sweet, maybe even shy— a regular who happened to brighten your week (in the same way you unknowingly consumed his entire life).
felix studied your favorite authors to appeal to your curiosity. rehearsed entire conversations in his head so when the moment came, it felt natural— like serendipity. to you, every interaction was woven by coincidence. but to felix? every single bump-in was his masterpiece, a carefully curated step toward the future he was crafting for the two of you.
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he learned you when you were unaware of being studied.
your coffee preference. the cadence of your laughter. the way you’d tuck a stray hair behind your ear when you were rushing through the morning rush.
and your voice— god, your voice. sweet and inviting, with a warmth that made felix feel like he might dissolve if he heard his name roll off your tongue just one more time.
so, when he discovered your instagram, he didn’t hesitate. your photos looked so soft, so beautiful, filtered with the warm tones of your favorite places, books, and little moments that made life feel ordinary but sentimental, just like you. he saved every single one. studied the tilt of your smile, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes lit up when you were among friends who didn’t deserve you the way he did.
felix would scroll through your life each night, hand wrapped around his cock while his mind filled the gaps between reality and the fantasies he cultivated.
you, pressed breathlessly against the counter at the café when everyone else had gone home, crying out his name as his fingers pushed you closer to oblivion. you, bare and flushed beneath him while his lips mapped every part of your body like it solely belonged to him. the illusion of you— moaning, gasping, shivering— was the only thing that could make him cum sometimes. yet no amount of his own touch could satisfy the ache completely.
because it wasn’t enough.
it would never be enough.
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the next time felix saw you, he realized love wasn’t just consuming. it could be blinding, too.
it happened during one of your morning shifts— routine yet sacred to him, knowing you’d always be there, ready to greet him like you always did. he never expected to find some other man leaning onto the counter, invasive and loud, with an arrogance that burned its way straight into felix’s bloodstream. his sharp jaw tensed, his mind spinning with a million thoughts too dangerous to name.
the guy was grinning, making casual yet lewd jokes that went too far. his eyes lingered on you too long, soaking in the curve of your hips, unbothered by how you shifted uncomfortably each time he leaned in too close.
how dare he.
how fucking dare he touch what’s his.
felix’s body moved before his mind could catch up. he softened his expression just before stepping forward, smiling gently like he hadn’t just decided he’d kill a man if he had to.
“hey, babe,” his voice slipped in like a warm hand pulling you out of boiling water, casual and natural. his arm casually slipped around your waist, fingers brushing along your lower back with just enough claim to stall the stranger’s attention.
you froze for only a split second before sighing, visibly relieved. “oh, you’re here!” your voice was light and calm, tinged with gratitude.
good girl.
felix nearly grinned at how easily you fell into a rhythm with him, your body unconsciously moving closer to his as if it was made to fit against him. his fingers flexed slightly unnoticed, his palm drawing slow, protective circles against the small of your back while his presence severed whatever connection that asshole thought he had with you.
after the frustration of being ignored finally set in, the stranger huffed something quietly under his breath and left.
you laughed softly afterward, letting your hand rest idly against felix’s chest. “really, though, thank you,” you said, your tone soft but sincere. “he was so creepy, but i didn’t know how to get rid of him..”
felix’s palm settled heavier against you, his fingertips sliding lower but not enough to be wildly inappropriate. just enough to savor the heat of your body pressing against his.
“don’t worry about it,” he replied softly, smiling like melted honey, like he hadn’t already imagined fifty different ways to crack that man’s skull open on the pavement.
“what kind of boyfriend would i be,” felix murmured closer to your ear, his lips almost brushing your skin now, “if i didn’t protect you?”
and with that— the quiet catch in your breath, the subtle rise of heat to your cheeks— felix knew he’d won something today.
Summary: Felix would give Chan his whole world, as long as he gets to watch.
A/N: Just a little something to give you all a sign that i‘m alive. Got caught up with the studying. Ily and miss u all. Stream This&That on Friday <3
Felix didn’t think that it would be weird. No, not at all. Chan was their Leader. The man who did it all for them. So the least he could do was share with him. Share what was his most precious thing… right? Yeah, right, his mind whispered while the cushions of the chair felt itchy against his pants. His hand felt exhausted, but he couldn’t stop… no… not yet… not when it wasn’t over.
His eyes wandered over Chan’s muscles, glistening with sweat while he kneeled. Beads of perspiration dripped from Chan's brows, sliding down his face as his moans and groans filled the room, heavy and primal. Those huge biceps were locked tight around her waist, anchoring her in place. Felix’s mouth hung open, his breath hitching as his gaze traveled from her bouncing tits down to her soaking pussy, where he could clearly see Chan’s thick dick sliding in and out of her, stretching her open with every wet thud.
Her nails—the ones Felix had paid for—dug deep into Chan’s biceps, scratching the skin as she begged him to go harder. Her backside was pressed firmly against Chan’s front, creating the perfect view of the friction and the heat. Felix couldn’t last any longer; his own cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum into his hand.
Her moans grew higher and faster, turning into desperate whimpers. Felix knew the signs; after three years of dating her, he knew them by heart. She was about to orgasm. His hand moved faster, jerking himself frantically, while Chan’s thrusts became deeper and more violent, slamming into her womb. She almost screamed, her back arching as her pussy clamped down tight around him, pulsing in a violent orgasm. Her hair clung to her sweat-soaked forehead.
Chan let out a loud, guttural groan as he surged forward one last time, pumping his hot cum deep inside her. At that exact moment, Felix whimpered, his body shaking as he felt himself come, spilling his seed across his own stomach.
"Thank you for your girl," Chan mumbled, his voice husky as he tried to catch his breath.
Felix smiled weakly, his eyes glazed with submission. "Anything for our leader..."
When a mysterious artefact ends up in your hands, you do the next best thing- accidently summon a demon. He says he'll leave once he fulfils a command, so you give him one, and he should be on his way. Only problem is, he's still here. As old rules resurface and relationships shift, you're forced to ask, what happens when you fall for the one who was never meant to stay?
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A/N: She's finally here, sorry for the wait...
Series Masterlist | Previous Exhibit |
The museum is quiet in the early hours. It's still dark outside when you unlock the doors and step inside, the chill enveloping you. Your shoes squeak down the hallway and your footsteps echo as you make your way towards the back. You weren't entirely okay, not after the discovery, but life had swept you away, urging you to continue with the newfound knowledge that your love wasn't one sided.
Your heart was heavier, but your smiles were wider, more real now. You chew your lip anxiously as you walk through hallways, your ideas were always dangerous, but this one went past that. With a nod, you find yourself in storage, reaching for the box tucked all the in the back. Your fingertips barely brush the cardboard, and you curse whoever put it on the highest shelf. The stool you dragged to help you up wobbles as you finally take the box in your grasp.
"Y/N, be careful, you could have asked for help!" Chan enters, immediately taking the box from you. "Where do you need it, I'll take it there."
You go quiet as you lead the way, stopping short of the exhibit you had been avoiding for who knows how long. Chan freezes behind you. "I thought I'd finally finish it, you know, for him." He nods with a sincere smile, then enters the room, placing the box down before kneeling to open it. "Chan, you really don't have to."
"I want to." he looks up at you, "You helped with the exhibit for..." his words trail off, and you crouch beside him, arm on his shoulder.
"She would have loved it, I'm sure of it."
Chan looks at you with glossy eyes, but he grins, "He'd love this one."
And so, the next days consist of just that. Arriving at the building before the sun rises and leaving just as it sets. Countless nights of re-arranging the displays, but nothing felt right. Hours upon hours drafting descriptions for each artefact, but each sentence felt like a story you couldn't tell. If Felix were here, he'd be teasing you, and you know that, but he'd also be reminding you to take a break, that things don't have to be solved quickly.
You enter one day, clipboard close to your chest, nodding politely at the guests and playfully scowling at Minho hunched at his desk. Your chest feels lighter today, like the hurt is melting away, little by little, the painful memories becoming ones you look back on with a smile. When you reach the exhibit, you quickly notice some displays have shifted, ever so slightly. And yet, the layout makes much more sense, the path is inviting now, rather than demanding.
A discarded piece of paper lay on the nearby table, and you recognise the pencil strokes like second nature. You can imagine Hyunjin scratching away late into the night, scrunching up pages when something didn't turn out right, just to make the exhibit feel right. "That's why he's the interior designer." you mutter to yourself, placing the clipboard down and approaching the artefacts.
Another paper catches your attention, placed deliberately next to the playing cards. It's small, easy to miss to untrained eyes, but not yours. You examine in closely and the handwriting isn't yours, it's messy, like it was written quickly, but with enough precision to show they cared.
"In Crimson Hollow, playing cards were a necessity in families, often used to tempt fate or determine family rankings. Believed to belong to a son of one of the most powerful demon families, the magic woven into them ensured that once a choice was made, it could never be taken back."
You recognise the style of writing immediately and feel the culprit behind you. "It's just a draft, more of a suggestion." Minho says. He looks uncharacteristically shy, but his eyes are wide enough for you to see his hesitance. Before you can speak, he interrupts, "I dragged Jisung to the library in the next town over," he chuckles, "the librarian looked at us like we were crazy, but I wanted to get the facts right."
"Minho... this is perfect, I-, thank you." The words come out stuttered and unclear, but you don't care, the effort he out in making your heart thump louder. He doesn't say anything just nods and leaves, but he walks with the confidence of someone who had succeeded.
The back room is messy when you enter, books piled high on every surface and pens scattered around the floor. If you didn't know any better, you'd think a tornado flew past, but weirder things have happened. A book threatens to fall from its spot on the highest book tower, and you catch it just in time, also unveiling a small surprise.
Jeongin is sat crossed legged in the corner of the room, books open around him, highlighter in his mouth and pen scribbling down rapidly. He only notices your presence when you place a book beside him.
"Noona!" he looks around with a panicked expression, like a kid caught doing something illegal.
"Catching up on some reading?" you tease.
He scratches the back of his neck, "Seungmin-hyung mentioned some dates didn't line up." He looks around and picks up a textbook, "And my parents mentioned they found this in their attic, a whole textbook about Crimson Hollow folklore, thought I could help out a little." You blink at him in surprise and his face morphs into something like shame, "It's weird, isn't it? I should have asked first."
"No, it's sweet, Felix would have loved finding this with you." You say, making Jeongin grin widely. He nods at you politely, then goes back to reading. "Oh, but maybe clean up a little in here, too much paperwork if someone gets hurt."
Jeongin looks around and sighs, then mumbles to himself, "This is why I never do research."
"Are you not heading home?" Seungmin asks, leaning on the exhibit entrance, backpack slung over his shoulder.
You look at him with tired eyes, "Just going to finish this little bit up."
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
You shake your head and wave him off, "Don't worry about it, Min, get some rest before the game."
As soon as his footsteps retreat further down the hall, you turn to the display, eyes trained on the compass needle. It remains unmoving, still pointed directly at you, and it makes your heart stutter. You reach into your pocket and pull out a scrunched piece of paper.
The last journal entry, the one you reread like a novel, the one you always keep on you. The pen marks have started to fade with how many times you run your finger along the words. It should worry you, that the words are disappearing, but it doesn't. Deep down, you know what is true, even if it hurts to say.
You reach for the book in the display, the one that began it all. The spell book still feels heavy in your hands as you run your hand along the spine. A breath falls from you lips as you remember opening it for the first time. "I wish we had more time..."
You shake your head softly, "No," you correct, voice coming out shakier than intended, "I'm glad we had any at all."
The world slams into him all at once. The bustling crowd, the cars honking, children screaming. Voices overlap and Felix can't pick out anything of use. His breath comes out uneven, this is different.
There's no magical hum in the air, or the flutter of wings. His hand raises instinctively to his forehead, feeling nothing but smooth skin. Not even a small indent of where his horns would be. Someone knocks into his shoulder, hard enough to make him stumble back.
"Watch it." the voice snaps, not looking back. Felix watches the body walk away, then turns to look around at his surroundings. He doesn't recognise anything; he doesn't even know where to start. He walks forward, he doesn't know where, but it's better than standing still in a busy street.
The glint of metal on his hand catches his eye and he raises his hand to examine it. The ring doesn't pulse anymore, doesn't burn, it doesn't even glow like it used to. But something tugs at Felix's chest. He twists it around his finger, waiting for the familiar sting but it never comes.
Slowly, he slips it off, holding the jewellery in his palm. A part of him still waits to see if anything would happen, if the higherups would come back for him, but he pushes those thoughts away. Felix lets the ring that bound him fall to the ground with a soft clatter. He watches the ring roll away and he doesn't chase it; he doesn't need to.
Felix continues walking through the crowd, trying to search his mind for answers that never came. A strap digs in shoulder, and he realises he's wearing a backpack. Quickly shrugging it off and crouching beside it, he digs in.
Clothes. Cash. A slip of paper that holds no sentiment.
He steals a glance and the people around him and an idea pops into his head, making him rush into a nearby alleyway. "Phones, they were useful." he says to himself already closing his eyes and visualising it.
Streams of light emerge from his hands, enough to form the base of the phone, but not enough. The magic is weak and uncontrolled, it's human. He silently cheers, but then it vanishes.
"Fuck." he says, the curse rolling off his tongue like second nature. He presses his palms to the side of his head as he slides down the wall, then something twists inside him, like something unlocked.
"Y/N, I'm trying to find Y/N." He stands abruptly and begins to pace, "And there were seven others too, they were my family."
With the backpack thrust back onto his shoulders and determination in his veins he sets off on the journey with an unknown destination.
"I'll find you, I have to." The crowd moves around him, only this time, he follows. Felix knows you were special, special enough for him to return, he just hopes you hadn't learned to live without him yet.
The buzz of the baseball game still hangs high as the door of your apartment swings open, bodies flying through the room with excited shouts. You've long become accustomed to their antics so you let them bicker as you move stealthily to the couch.
Jisung flops on top of you, crushing you with his weight, making you let out a yelp, "Ji, you're heavy." You manage to say, which makes him get off reluctantly.
"And to think I used to be your favourite." He scoffs, taking a seat beside you.
Changbin emerges with two drinks in hand, passing on to you before replying, "You really think you were her favourite?" His head gestures to the frame beside the doorway, a silent answer to the question.
"Let's be real, I'm the favourite." Seungmin enters, uniform still on and crimpled from the movement. He doesn't sit on the other side of you, he sits on the arm rest, leaving the space open.
"You smell." you say, shoving him away lightly.
Seungmin narrows his eyes, "Yeah? Well, you do too." He crosses his arms.
"I forgot Y/N was on the team." Minho says, rolling his eyes, "Now eat, I didn't spend so much money for nothing."
The room goes quiet for a while, then Chan speaks up, "So the exhibit? Do you think it will be ready soon?"
All eyes go to you, but you don't falter, not anymore. "A few more touches and it should be done, Jeongin’s helping me gather the last few bits of information on the shield fragment."
Hyunjin places his chopsticks down and pulls out his phone, handing it to you, "Found some more stuff about the bracelet yesterday, "he turns to Chan, "Did you know that model hasn't been made for 100 years."
"I am not 100 years old." Chan responds, face flat.
"You look it." Seungmin murmurs.
Jeongin remains quiet, eyes going from the empty spot back to you. He tilts his head like you're a puzzle that needs solving. He notices how you carry yourself with certainty, how every small thing you do carries meaning. You don't doubt yourself anymore. "You're different lately noona."
You hum, leaning back into the couch, "What do you mean?"
"You look more like him now, you're not worrying about what comes next anymore."
Everyone around you nods, like something has just clicked and they're all seeing it for what it is. You feel your heart flutter, well maybe you have been more confident in yourself recently, and maybe there's an air around you when you wake up that isn't just emptiness.
"We all carry something from the people we love." Chan speaks, "We carry Felix in our way."
Jisung wakes you up early one morning and drags you to his apartment. Despite your protests, he pushes you onto the couch and disappears into one of the rooms. You rub the sleep from your eyes as the door opens, an equally tired Changbin and Chan entering.
"Oh good you're here," Jisung emerges, carrying his laptop and headphones, "I'm going to show her."
You look between the three men cautiously. How they look at you then turn their backs and whisper quietly. Changbin looks back and smiles awkwardly, leaving you even more confused.
"Okay fine, you can show her." Chan sighs then turns to you, "It's not the finished product, but we tried."
"What are you guys even talking about? It's too early for this." You go to stand, only to be pushed back down again. And suddenly, headphones are being placed on your head and an instrumental fill your ears.
Then Felix's voice. Your head snaps up to the three men standing in front of you, smiles wider than you've ever seen them. The lyrics are so him, and you can't help but smile yourself as you imagine him in the recording booth. He sings about feeling loved and how it changed him, and you feel tears stinging your eyes.
When the song finishes, you take a deep breath and remove the headphones.
"Surprise?" Jisung says in a sing song voice.
"He wrote this?"
Changbin nods, "He wrote it for you Y/N."
"We just put it together for him." Chan continues, "Hopefully it sounded how he imagined, my skills are rusty." he jokes.
You wipe the stray tear that fell with your sleeve, "It's perfect."
Felix doesn't know how long it's been; he doesn't keep track. He's walked through countless shops and streets. Buildings that screamed important turned up with nothing and small cafes offered everything but the answer he was looking for.
He sits dejected on a bench, simply observing the people walking past him. "Y/N, where could you be." He sighs, "And the other seven, why can't I remember anything else, just their names."
"You look confused." A voice says beside him. The man turns to him, knowing look on his face, "What are you looking for?"
"Sorry?"
"Ah, right, I should introduce myself," he puts out a hand, "Jake." Felix shakes his hand and gives him his name, making the man nod. "I've seen you around here a lot these past few weeks, you always have that spaced out look on your face."
Felix swallows, "Yeah, I'm trying to find someone, but I can't remember where she is."
"Well, I know a lot of people, what's her name?"
"How do I know I can trust you?" Felix says, suddenly remembering all the times you warned him about strangers.
Jake looks around, and urges him to come closer, "I'm not what you think I am." Felix awkwardly laughs at the man's attempt of a joke, but Jake shakes his head, "You were a demon, weren't you?"
Felix's body stiffens and he shuffles away; there's only one other species who would know about his previous form.
"Relax, I won't tell anyone, "He shoves his hands in his pockets, "I will say, I'm disappointed you don't recognise me."
"Excuse me?"
"Crimson Hollow and Moonstruck Sanctum are natural enemies, but we never were."
Felix's lips part in realisation. Had it really been that long? The angel realm he had once crossed into enters his mind, and things become clearer. See, angels weren't like demons, they weren't bound by punishments or silence, they were allowed to remember, they kept every piece of knowledge. "It's you."
"It's me." Jake smiles, "You've been using the communication spells I taught you. That was so long ago now."
"What are you doing here? I thought you were still..."
Jake shakes his head, "I live here now, I have other priorities." His gaze shifts to a woman at the nearby flower shop, "I assume that's why you're here, and why you're human."
"Yeah, but they, uh, they took my memories of her away, I only have her name." He looks at Jake then the girl, "Wait how can you..."
"Our realm doesn't punish like yours, I'm still me, and I can go back any time I want, with her." He sees Felix's shoulder sag, "Y/N. She was special to you."
"Jaeyun, stop using your powers to look into my memories." Felix whines.
"Okay, Yongbok, but really, someone that special only comes once in a lifetime, if it's meant to be you'll find her." Jake stands and hands him a piece of paper, numbers hastily scrawled on it, "So you don't forget me next time." He steps away, then turns back, "Oh and say hello to Chris for me."
Felix lets out a laugh as he watches him walk towards the girl, wrapping her in a hug. He watches them walk past what seems to be a museum and something in him stirs, but he doesn't know why. Maybe he will find you, and maybe it will be soon.
You take a deep breath and walk through the exhibit one final time, checking the details again. "No, Y/N it's perfect, stop worrying." You say to yourself, and tear away from the display, making your way to the front. A crowd of people buzzed with anticipation at the new unveiling. Your co-workers stand proudly next you, Hyunjin and Jisung cheering the loudest from the crowd.
You clear your throat to get everyone's attention, "Firstly, thank you for coming to the opening of the brand-new exhibit." Cheers and applause follow and you smile gratefully, "This is a special exhibit, dedicated to a friend who lived a thousand lifetimes." You pause briefly, "After a long deliberation, only one name felt right for the exhibit. Welcome to What Loved Us Back: a tale from Crimson Hollow."
The rope gets cut and people swarm the entrance, everyone desperate to see the new display, but you don't focus on that. You focus on the sinking feeling in your stomach that you can't explain.
"What's wrong, Y/nnie?"
You turn to Hyunjin with a worried expression, "Something feels off."
"Maybe it means Felix is watching from somewhere," he sees the hesitance in your face and his voice goes quieter, "He'd appreciate this Y/N, you brought his family back together."
"To another successful opening." Chan shouts, raising his glass. The bar isn't as full as usual, so his voice travels through the room, "You really outdid yourself Y/N,"
You sip your drink shyly, aware of the glances on you, but you bow your head, "Thank you, but it wasn't all me, everyone here helped just as much."
Jisung sips his drink and grimaces at the taste, "How did Felix manage these, he must be superhuman or something." The table goes quiet at his sentence, then bursts into laughter. "What? Was it something I said?"
"You ever wonder what he could be doing right now?" Changbin says, leaning closer into the table, giggles already threatening to spill. Truth be told, that's all you think about, but you don't tell them that. You don't tell them about the dungeon Felix had nightmares about, or the scars on his back from all the times he had been punished. Instead, you let yourself believe that he was happy back home.
"I like to think he's practising spells, or baking." You reply, finishing your drink.
"Those brownies, I'd give anything just to have them again," Hyunjin groans and turns to you, "And you're sure he never gave you the recipe?"
You stand from your seat and grab your glass, "He always shooed me out of the kitchen, said it was his little secret." You notice his empty glass and pleading gaze, "Yes, I'll get you one too."
The music is loud and the floors are sticky, but eventually you make it to the bar, skilfully ordering the drinks. You lean on the counter, simply watching everyone as you wait for the drinks to be made. A single thought repeats in your mind, Felix should be here. After all, it was his exhibit, his life being told. But he isn't here, he might never be.
When you return with the drinks, the table is still bustling with noise and excitement. But the sinking feeling in your stomach resurfaces, and suddenly everything feels wrong. You feel the need to be at home, cuddled up in bed, dreaming of the possibilities. "I'm going to head out after this one."
The sky is painted in a dark blue, with stars scattered in the sky, and Felix finds himself walking down empty roads, eyes trained above him. The chill bites at him, this jacket doing nothing to trap heat. He can't explain it, but something feels familiar here.
He continues walking along the street, streetlights illuminating the way. A newspaper on the floor catches his attention, and he crouches to read the front page.
"A new museum exhibit?" He says even though there's no one around. His heart thumps louder, like he can hear the echo in his ears. Felix doesn't know why, but he scoops up the discarded newspaper and runs.
He runs until the buildings blur and his legs give out. He doesn't know where the destination is, only that he has to let himself run. Felix skids to a stop in front of an old building and looks at the newspaper to confirm his theories.
"The District IX Museum..." As soon as he says the words, memories rush back to him. They aren't full, only fragments, but enough to know that he's close, closer than he thinks. He turns around and looks at the building across the street.
"I think, this is Hyunjin." He looks to the floor, as if it will help him piece together everything, "Interior designer!" he shouts, catching the attention of a person across the road. "And he designed Jisung’s apartment, but where?" Felix doesn't let himself think too much for an answer, instead he takes off running again, his blonde hair flowing in the wind as he chases what he lost.
It's almost two in the morning when the knocking starts. It isn't loud, but it's frantic, like whoever is behind the door is a few seconds away of breaking through. The persistence is enough to pull you out of bed, feet padding across the apartment to open the door.
You rub your eyes from the sleep, then wince as the light turns on. The door opens, and something crashes into you. It's so fast you barely have the time to register what's happening, only that the something is a someone.
Warm weight envelopes you, arms tight around your body, like you'll disappear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you, I always did." The words spill out of their mouth, like they're finally realising built up emotions.
Your hands raise instinctively, settling onto their back. Everything is still foggy, but your body seems to catch up before your mind. Their scent hits you at once. Familiar. Comfortable. The scent you craved every day. You inhale sharply,
"...Felix?"
He doesn't answer with words, instead tucking his head further into the crook of your neck and nodding. His breath is uneven, like he had run here. Then you notice how his body trembles beneath your touch, and how his grip on you tightens.
You laugh softly in disbelief, "Are you really here?"
Felix pulls back ever so slightly, eyes glossy and lips parted. He looks at you intently, committing each feature to memory again, "I love you," His hand travels to the base of your neck, "I'm sorry I didn't say it then."
You cup his cheek, thumb brushing under his eye to wipe the tear that fell, "I know, Felix I know."
Something in him snaps, and he lurches forward, capturing your lips. The kiss is deep and urgent, like he's pouring everything untold into it. His fingers dig into your hip, grounding himself. A muffled sound escapes him as he feels your tongue graze his lip and his hand moving to tangle in your hair.
You kiss him back just as fiercely, all the weeks of longing bleeding through. You find the collar of his jacket and tug him closer. His hands roam over your body freely, like nothing is holding him back anymore, and you do the same. Your hands wander under his shirt, touching the warm skin hidden underneath.
He pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheek and down your neck, savouring each one. Every touch is electric and makes your body yearn for more. "Felix." you whisper. He hums, still pressing kisses to your skin, "How are you here..."
He pulls away fully this time, both hands cupping your cheeks to make you look at him, "They let me return to you with a condition."
"What was it?"
"They wiped my memory of you, only left your name," he pauses, then breathes out, "And I'm also maybe human now."
"Lix..."
He cuts you off, "Don't say anything, I chose it because I wanted to. I want you." He goes quiet for a moment, then leans his forehead on yours, his eyes shut tight, "Do you-" he swallows, "Do you still love me?"
You don't hesitate, "I never stopped." A watery laugh escapes him, and he kisses you again, a quick peck, but it leaves you chasing his lips. "Does this mean you're staying?" You ask him, eyes wide with wonder.
"Yeah angel, I am."
Jisung lets out a tired yawn as he knocks on your door again. "I'm getting worried, this what? The third time we've knocked." He says to Changbin. "She hasn't answered her phone since yesterday either."
Hyunjin sighs and pushes through them, pulling out his key. The door opens and everyone steps inside, expecting to be met with you laid on the couch, or the sound of something bubbling on the stove, but it's quiet.
Everyone's eyes lock onto your bedroom door, and they look at each other, "Do you think she'll be mad if we just, open it?" Seungmin asks, creeping up. The boys look at each other, fear and worry in their expressions. Someone pushes Jeongin closer to the door,
"She won't be mad if you open it." Minho says grip on his shoulders tightening.
Chan sighs at their antics and pushes the door open.
Sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, spilling across the bed. For a moment, no one moves. You're curled on your side, sleeping peacefully, and... Wrapped tightly in someone else.
Felix is on his back, arm looped around you, hand resting on the exposed skin where your shirt had lifted. His chin rests against your hair as you bury deeper into his bare chest. The sheets are crumpled near his waist, and your leg is tossed over him like it's the most natural thing in the world.
The sight makes everyone's eyes soften, but then they squint. Hyunjin is the first to whisper, "...Is that-"
"No, those biceps look too big." Changbin crosses his arm, his eyes locked on the muscle.
Jeongin steps closer, trying to see his face, "Let's say it is Felix, how would we know?"
Seungmin clicks his finger and points at Felix's arm, "The scar." He creeps towards him, fingers brushing his arm. Seungmin stumbles back slightly, eyes wide and smirk on his lips, "He has it."
The air in the room grows cold. The scar they all knew about but never acknowledged, the scar that didn't belong to anyone else but him.
"Oh my god, that is him!" Jisung’s shatters the room. You jerk awake with a gasp, Felix's grip tightening before he rises too.
Your eyes scan the room quickly, "What are you guys doing here? What is going on?"
Felix doesn't have any time to process the situation before Jisung is throwing himself on top of him, "Felix!"
Bodies pile on the bed one by one, until a mountain forms and Felix grunts at the weight. Excited chatter fills the room,
"We knew you'd come back."
"Since when are you built like this?"
"Did you miss us?"
Felix tries to push them off but fails, instead accepting his defeat and laying back down. He lets them fawn over him, but his eyes are trained on you, a smile reserved only for special moments like this on his face.
"Alright," Chan's voice echoes, steady but soft, "Give him some space."
Felix sits up, hair messy and eyes shining bright with disbelief. Yet he reaches for you among the chaos, tugging you closer, as if making up for the weeks of no contact. His fingers intertwine with yours under the sheets.
Chan meets Felix's gaze for the first time, and something in him stirs, old memories resurfacing, ones he hadn't known he experienced. "Welcome back..."
there was no question. you knew exactly how you got here.
pairing: bf!seungmin x reader x thereforthevibes!felix
genre: smut, honestly crack sometimes but very smutty with fluff at the end
warnings (nsfw!) : threesome, not that mean dom!seunglix, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, spitroast, free use dynamics?
word count: ~6.3k
summary: felix isn't anything more to you than a roomie. but that isn't to say he can't be of use. plus, it's only one night.
a/n: romantic, jokingly homoerotic, and for the love of god please ignore the byler colors ;-;
a/n #2: the characters lowk have morals. enjoy!!
You weren't that drunk.
But if you needed an excuse for anything you did tonight, that would be it.
You ran your fingers through Felix's messy hair, with more admiration than temptation. It was always admiration with him. But more than that, he was easy to be around, and you were around him a lot. You'd bonded over folding for Seungmin's voice and heart-eyes, often joking about him like some deity or cartoon character, when in reality, he was a main, lovely part of your daily lives. You'd bonded over that too.
But you were smitten. You weren't just Seungmin's roommate. You'd ‘fangirled’ your way into calling him yours. And you were his, utterly. It wasn't anything sacred, but it sure felt that way at times.
Earlier in the night, the group, plus you and any other of the members’ partners had gone out to the countryside to get some drinks. None of you had gotten nearly as drunk as Han Jisung looked, but it was a buzz, and it would last you a little while.
Seungmin came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, watching you and Felix. His eyebrow raised at the sight of your hands. They were still laced in Felix's hair, feeling at how soft it was (despite everything).
After a pause, you explained, "Oh, it's nothing. Just look how pretty Yongbokkie is."
You usually wouldn't scrutinize. Effects of the alcohol.
"Yeah he is," Seungmin agreed, unbiased. He lingered in the kitchen to fetch the three of you some water.
"He's so flushed," you mumbled to yourself.
Felix blinked. "It's nothing to do with you. I've had a lot to drink."
You turned to face Seungmin who was very considerately filling glasses. "You agree, baby," you teased.
Then like it was some big issue, you exclaimed, "Why can't I get my ken dolls to kiss?"
Seungmin brought you your glass first. "Okay, first of all: Why the hell would you want that? And second, ken dolls plural? I'm your Ken. Are you suggesting you have room for another?"
You dragged out a 'no.' "You know what I mean."
"No I don't."
Seungmin grabbed the other two glasses and brought them to the coffee table. You and Felix silently thanked him.
The banter was playful. Seungmin wasn't really jealous; you'd given him enough to work with in your years together.
He sat beside you, and after a sip of water, you got right into scratching his head. You didn't quite know why, but it was always therapeutic for you to do. You could imagine how he felt. He was putty 5 seconds in.
Felix was kind of a fly on the wall, just watching the head scratch pipeline inevitably leave him lonely again.
He was fine.
"You're so pretty baby," you cooed to Seungmin as his eyes met yours. You kissed his neck, which was warmer than usual. "I was hot just looking at you on the way home."
"Yeah?" He whispered, quite relaxed under your touch as he always got. His cheeks were flushed now to match the rest of his skin.
Felix normally saw this kind of thing in the dorm and would scream out comically in disgust, cursing his eyes when he was done cursing the two of you. It was always about the bleach. 'Wah, wah, I need to bleach my eyes after this! Oh, where's the bleach?" As if he of all people needed any more bleach in his life.
But Yongbok was relaxed. His eyes were soft, focused on some photograph on the wall, eyes trying hard to leave you be. He didn't wanna have to bleach them this time; you assumed. Normally he'd leave. Normally, he wasn't under the influence.
You felt gross for the third wheeling. But as far as you knew, Seungmin, in this condition, would have no moral problem with pinning you down then and there.
It was as if Felix read your mind.
"I do have a skill of two though," Yongbok started. "But I could just go pass out on my bed if it makes you two comfortable."
What the hell?
"You got a skill for being cucked?" Seungmin asked, not as threateningly as you'd expect.
You rolled your eyes. "Seungmin, you literally just proved he's my ken doll."
"Whatever. What is this?"
Felix shrugged, strangely relaxed for how much he's putting himself out there. "It doesn't have to be anything. I don't even know what I'm saying," he lied.
You pressed your lips to Seungmin's neck again. "It isn't anything,” you said against him. “I just want you. Tonight preferably." Looking back you'd cringe at the exhibitionist you were dangerously close to becoming.
Felix smiled. At the end of the day, he could only appreciate the love he was surrounded by. He got up. "I'll leave you to it."
Again, strange he wasn't running around like a headless chicken demanding a dorm restock on bleach.
Seungmin hesitated.
-
"Stay."
You smirked to yourself, turning your head into your boyfriend's shoulder so he didn't see. "No way," you mumbled.
Felix huffed out a laugh, turning his head back facing the two of you, the room suddenly heating up. Seungmin felt it too.
"We shouldn't do anything we'd regret in the morning," Felix stated, sounding like a bot.
"Do you really care right now?" You tested, your face now to him.
Now Seungmin was hiding his smile in your shoulder.
"I don't," you continued. "That's bad, isn't it."
"Are you interested in my girlfriend?" Seungmin spoke up, ignoring you for a moment.
"I'm interested in a good time," his roommate replied. "You'd like an extra hand. I can see it on your face."
Seungmin turned to you. "You want Yongbok to join." It wasn’t much of a question.
"Join what?" You whispered hotly. "You were gonna go down on me right here on this couch anyway. Would you even care if he watched?"
His eyes narrowed slowly, and by now you were centimeters from his mouth.
And after the scariest few seconds, he pecked yours with a huff. "You're on."
Felix made haste to one side of the couch, kneeling on the cushion beside you while Seungmin mirrored him. Both the boys were now facing you, and your stomach suddenly felt empty, fluttering now that you were physically between them. It wasn't just a game anymore.
Felix felt the energy charge just in the living room. You could imagine that the surge was more intense for you than for them.
"So you're not all talk?" You teased Felix breathily, shuffling onto your back so you could lay your head in his lap.
"You'll have to see."
You chuckled softly but it sounded more nervous than amused. You got your bearings soon though, or tried to. You probably didn't even need a safeword. What was the worst that could happen?
Seungmin's knees started on either side of your hips, and he lazily kissed down your neck. It was partly foreplay, and partly somewhat one of his passions. But there was a goal. A task.
You ruffled his hair. "You're so gonna come to your senses tomorrow morning and wanna beat him up."
He slowly lifted his head, soon towering over you.
"I'm not that drunk."
You would've taken a second just to shiver, but it overlapped with Felix's hands brushing your thighs and lifting your dress from the skirt up. Seungmin's larger hands held your knees and parted your legs to make room for himself. Felix wrapped his hands behind your upper back to unclasp your bra.
"Take your time, holy," Seungmin jabbed at him. His friend only smiled, not sorry one bit.
Your lover hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties—his current enemy—and took no time to tug them down your legs. He was far from rough, but you couldn't describe his behavior as gentle. But you couldn't really describe anything. Your inner monologue had gone pretty quiet, except for the occasional: Woah, hot guy. Hot guys plural. Woah.
Maybe you had just gone dumb. If so, that was quick.
Your pussy said everything you couldn't, the ache already bordering on painful. Your boyfriend's thumb and pointer finger parted your folds, just so he could examine what had happened in the past few minutes of sexual banter. He clicked his tongue at the way you glistened. "You're incredibly wet, baby."
"I know." You breathed, earning a mean pat right where you were sensitive.
He continued tracing your labia a bit, as if you weren't already worked up. He gathered just a drop of your arousal to spread across your folds, leaving your little clit pink and throbbing; untouched. And if it somehow still wasn't enough, a pair of hands finally let your bra fall away, leaving you utterly exposed. Those hands didn't quite do much yet, just rested on your shoulders while watching his friend carry out routine on his girl. Your body wasn't just exposed; so was your intimacy, if there was a difference.
Felix, alarmingly calm, took your hands and held them right over your head on his lap. You felt embarrassed.
You felt warm.
Seungmin put his mouth on you, and you felt good.
Felix's soft hands palmed your breasts, squeezing gently with subconscious intent. He kept you in place. He circled your nipples, feeling them harden under his thumbs. Seungmin lapped at your clit, coating it in saliva and dulling the throb. He drew soft sighs out of you with every few practiced swirls of his tongue.
Seungmin lifted your thighs over his shoulders. Your eyes fell shut, and you let out a hushed whine. With how swollen you already were for him, you knew you could cum embarrassingly fast if he kept it up.
And it was as if everyone was a mind reader tonight, because just then Seungmin lifted his head with a grin, eager to test just how flushed he could get you. Stupid, you thought. He must've licked you like once and quit.
But when you saw his face, he was flushed too. You could imagine how hard to focus it'd be with your best friend in the room, let alone him holding your girl down for you.
His thumb found your clit and rubbed it from side to side, one of your ankles still resting on his shoulder. "How's it feel?"
"Good," you said just above a whisper.
"You sure? Looks like you're so sensitive already," he taunted. "I don't wanna hurt you."
As if he cared.
"Yeah?" You breathed. His fingers didn't stop.
He kissed right on your stomach. "Yeah."
Felix teased your nipple as Seungmin's patient mouth once again found purchase between your thighs. "I want you to make some noise for him, okay?"
"That's up to him," you retorted. They both clicked their tongues.
Your sassiness was gone in a second.
You yelped softly as Seungmin decided he was done teasing your pussy, and went straight to trying to make out with it. Seungmin's tongue flicked over the tip of your clit calmly but rapidly. All of your nerves were alight, never catching a break from his persistence. He was careful, maybe, but his brain couldn't always keep up with his mouth. His hand pushed your leg open even more, and prodded at your cunt with a couple fingers. A whimper escaped your throat.
Felix tapped your breasts around, just fucking with you.
Seungmin's palm pressed softly on your abdomen, tongue flattening on you like he was trying to be mean. His two fingers kept you open and tensing around him, but your clit was his center of attention. He kept his mouth glued to your sensitive bundle of nerves, alternating between licking and sucking so...gracefully. That was the word. You threaded your fingers into his soft black hair and carded through it, soothing him while he soothed you.
Suffice to say, you made some noise. He drew out several moans every time you only looked down at him.
“I bet that feels so good,” Felix cooed, one of his hands dragging up your chest slowly and onto your throat. He rested his palm there, and gently tapped your windpipe every now and then. You flushed violently, and when you lifted your hand to your face, he grabbed it.
Seungmin’s fingers curled inside you and pressed on your soft walls, his effect on you effortless. His other hand kept your lips fully open while his tongue slowly licked every facet of your nub. He was so methodical; it made you ache. He wasn't only eager, but he took his time, every time. "Sweetie," you moaned out, barely audible.
You had temporarily forgotten about the boy you were resting on until he spoke. "Such a gentleman, huh?" He remarked, as if Seungmin had already told him in detail about every time he ate you out.
You looked up at Felix, lip between your teeth, and nodded. He kept kneading your tits with one hand. The only thing distracting you from how badly your body wanted to cum was him. You cursed yourself for letting that happen. Such a slut.
But after a while...
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," you moaned out, squirming just slightly like you couldn't help it. You weren't often so helpless under your boyfriend's mouth. Or maybe he never let it happen until now.
He looked up at you, lips never stalling with his eyes on you. He only kept you open wider.
You squeezed your eyes shut as the sensations drew so near.
"Eyes on me," Felix snapped. Your mind was blank, but you still managed to look at him. "I'm there," you mouthed, and then, as it always did, your peak washed over you.
You shook under the men as you came. The boy between your legs kept licking you, drawing more and more out of you, drinking it like water until you didn't let him anymore. He let you close your legs and patted your pussy. "How'd I do?"
Your eyes blinked open, glazed. "Wonderfully. Always wonderfully."
You all smiled, but Seungmin was happiest. He always loved making you cum, not just because he loved your pussy.
Felix also released you, and you sat up, smiling at your boyfriend. He gave you a couple kisses. Breath still heavy, you parted and checked beneath you. You didn't make a mess thanks to Seungmin's tidiness, but you presumed that further into the night you'd need some towels. You finally pulled your dress off your shoulders, now naked.
You may have been sensitive, but you knew the night was far from over. You weren't an idiot.
"Towels?" You pitched, and Felix was on it.
"Smart girl," Seungmin muttered, now against your lips. You held the back of his neck and pulled him in a bit, his dilemma nudging your thigh through his jeans. You both hummed softly into the kiss feeling your own unique aches. "Now I wanna hear you moan," you sighed out.
He chuckled. "Don't think you have that kind of control around here," he teased, pulling back. Now he was all talk.
Of course until he wasn't.
-
Felix returned once Seungmin was already pulling his belt out of the loops.
"What took you so long?" You asked.
He held up a larger bath towel. "This couch is getting contaminated. Look, I'm all caught up in the moment and all, but I'll be pissed in the morning if my couch is just covered in ass."
"Do you have to be so crass?" You mumbled, clearly not caring. Your eyes were glued to the sight of your boyfriend in front of you, visibly long and heavy just through his jeans. It was a wonder he never got hard on stage. That'd be a mess.
He was taking his sweet time too.
You joined him standing while Felix pulled out the sofa bed, making room, and laid the towel down. It wasn't set in stone what you'd all do from here, but there was a silent agreement that it didn't matter. It would play out. That's how you got here anyway.
You kissed Seungmin's neck and moved your hands up his body, pushing his shirt over his head. After his chest was bare, you watched as he finally freed himself from the restraints of wearing underwear. You watched. That's how the alcohol hit you. You were a pervert.
But you had no room to be so flirty because he was soon backing you against the now extended mattress. You might've needed to get a new sofa after this.
Seungmin locked eyes with Felix. He had bared his chest in the time you were so entranced in Seungmin, and was starting to open his pants as well. His bulge was prominent now, very intimidating. You felt hot again, laying there. Seungmin was back on you in no time, left hand firmer on your thigh than before, while the other worked you open. You hissed softly, surprised at his boldness. He tapped your clit as a test. You jumped.
"Still sensitive?" He mocked.
"When are you gonna learn what a clitoris is?" You sighed. In turn he slid the head of his dick right against it, catching right on the tip.
Again, you were reduced to something pliant only a second in.
"I love you," you whispered.
"Love you more." Accented with a dip inside of you.
You winced. It was only the start.
Felix didn't dare stroke himself watching his best friends have sex; instead he joined you two. He approached your side and kneeled right beside your head on the mattress. You tilted your head to the side, now head on and dangerously close to his dick. Now you could finally see him. A bit veiny, leaking, and big enough to hurt. A bit of saliva rolled down the side of our mouth. You looked up at him all doe-eyed as if there wasn't a pretty boy inside of you right now. Speaking of which, your boyfriend was half-way in by now, and you stretched around him beautifully. It always took some getting used to, but you were always fine.
"How's this?" Yongbok asked Seungmin, voice low.
Something dark could've flickered in Seungmin's eyes you expected, but they were shut in pleasure instead. "Go ahead."
Without instruction, you opened your mouth a bit more, and Felix slid his cock right in. Your eyes closed too in concentration. You were soon pretty full.
Felix hissed at the initial feeling of your mouth. When you started to suck, he made a few little throaty noises before getting in the swing of things and thrusting. He was one of the prettiest things you’d ever seen like this. Strong but lean, using you like he wasn’t sweeter than sugar. He bit his lip. After a minute he was moving his hips more effortlessly. You could keep your head in place, but you had to keep your mouth focused and open. His and Seungmin's thrusts fell into a rhythm soon enough. You felt like a doll they got to share.
Seungmin had bottomed out already, starting with a rock back and forth deep inside of you. When he'd had enough drifting, he finally pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in, hitting your core easily; a punishing tactic you'd always adored. He filled you up so much; each time he moved you could feel him everywhere. You fully enveloped him, and he became somewhat of a moaning mess, while you were rendered quiet by a cock in your mouth. But that only meant that each harsh thrust in your pussy meant a whimper around Felix.
You lifted your hand to grip Felix's base, rubbing the length you couldn't take. He eased into your throat getting you to take more by the minute. He pulled out mostly, and you paid much attention to his tip, licking right on it whilst keeping your mouth around it. He let out a low moan when you licked just under it. "Seungmin-ah..." he groaned. "You're lucky."
"I know," Seungmin grunted. He thrusted deep, your core hot and broken in, clit throbbing and untouched; though you believed you could even cum from the position alone. With every bit of sensitivity being overworked, you had to focus so hard not to hurt Felix. You gagged a bit. Felix didn't risk calling you any names.
"You're so wet and perfect," Seungmin praised.
Felix pulled out to give you a breath, and you moaned out helplessly. Seungmin picked up to a steady pace inside you, skin on skin heard throughout the room. He was perfect. You continued stroking Felix, weakly, too distracted by that flame your man kept sparking right on that perfect spot inside of you. Felix stood up and moved behind your head, placing a nearby pillow under it while Seungmin pushed you slightly by your hips to scoot to the edge, as if he knew the deal. Felix tapped your cheek and you opened up obediently. With your head now hanging off the bed, he fucked your mouth with more leverage. If you ever had control, you didn’t anymore.
Something in the back of your cloudy mind had the idea that the two had planned this out. You knew your boyfriend would never talk about you like that, but they were too good at this. Next morning you'd find out Hyunjin put some shady aphrodisiac in your sojus or something; though he would never do that.
You knew Seungmin was good at sex, but you never struck him as someone good at sharing.
Seungmin took your hand in his. Felix kept rocking in and out, continuously leaking into your throat, words slurring as he mumbled how close he was. You kept your eyes closed, feeling some of him already dripping down your face. He held your head in both his hands, guiding and using your mouth as he pleased. Seungmin rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, and with his other, he held your hip in place, more to steady himself than you. He was stalling ever so slightly, and the boys were both synced up again, giving all the tells that they would fill you up soon. Seungmin leaned down over your body and kissed your breast, sucking softly on your peak while buried inside you. His hips moved in and out shallowly while he whispered nice things against your skin. It was a wonder he wasn't meaner considering. He felt like heaven.
"I'm gonna cum, okay?" He breathed, as if you could respond.
-
This is where he was mean. He knew he could've made you cum there, before him even, but he didn't give you anything but an aching in your cervix. After all this, you surely weren’t ‘too sensitive’ for a nut.
-
He spilled inside of you shortly after Felix. Felix made sure to push in deep when he came so nothing dripped into your eyes or anything. In turn for that 'kindness' you had to choke on it and swallow every bit. You felt lightheaded when he pulled out, throat convulsing a bit when you could finally catch your breath. You sat up. Your cunt was warm once again as Seungmin left it, and your eyes were quite lidded. Seungmin crawled to straddle your thighs, bringing his hands up to wipe away some of his friend’s cum from your cheeks and lips. You just stared into his eyes, passive as ever.
"Do you wanna try her out?" Seungmin called out, clearly not speaking to you despite his eyes.
You took everything back. He was cruel.
Felix clearly had some stamina, already stroking himself even when he should've been tired to an extent. He walked around the side of the mattress and met Seungmin. "Here," Seungmin mumbled to him. Then to you: "Flip over, [name]."
You swallowed hard and obeyed. You got onto your hands and knees, facing away from them. Seungmin's seed began leaking out of you. "Be nice to her, okay?" he instructed, earning a nod from Felix. Felix knelt behind you, a hand resting on your ass. He pushed inside of you in no time, both of you sucking your teeth at the oversensitive feeling. “You feel okay?” Felix asked. You could imagine his pretty face right now even though you couldn’t see it.
“I’m okay~ yes,” you moaned softly. Your boyfriend walked around to where the other boy was when he was fucking your face. He pulled on his underwear while he was at it. Seungmin crouched to level with your face, held your chin and kissed you warmly, not really caring about what your mouth had touched before. "You can take it," he cooed, watching you wince a bit. You’d never seen him all acting all daddy like this. And it wasn’t often he’d seen you all subspaced out either. "You'd tap me if we hurt you, right?"
"Of course, baby," you said, head hanging.
If it did hurt, you liked it. A lot. It was confirmed. You were a—
"Slut," Seungmin remarked, only a smile on his face. You gasped, now locking your eyes on him. He held your chin up. "That's what you—ah," you whimpered softly, "—think of me?"
He kissed your forehead tenderly. "That's what you are."
"You little...bitch, I'll slap you," you threatened shallowly, mingling with your moans.
"You're not a slut," he whispered.
He folded, you thought. But really he knew how sensitive you were, in more ways than just the one being displayed tonight. He wasn't gonna fuck with you, especially as the heat of the moment was almost over, probably. "I'm gonna make sure you cum, okay?"
"For you?" You shot.
"Shut up."
You shifted your right hand across the bed his way. "Let me."
"Let you what?"
"Just...take your pants off," you said, halfheartedly from being fucked, and from having to be in love with this tease.
"Tsk. You're gonna make me rub your jaw for forever."
"Lix's fault," you grunted.
"Don't."
You smiled and he pulled his dick out for the second time now, already half hard from everything.
"I can't use my hands, you'll have to hold me," you muttered.
"I love holding you."
You rolled your eyes. Seungmin guided you gently by the nape of your neck to him, letting your mouth decide what it would do. You closed around his tip, licking everywhere your tongue could reach. He held your hair little by little. Felix’s cupped just under your throat again for leverage, but didn’t grab too hard. Remember? He had to be nice.
Felix pulled you back against him a few inches in a steady rhythm, drawing little mewls from your throat, occupying your poor cunt. But more than he was thrusting, he was drifting inside of you, drawing even more pleasure out of himself rather than continuing to take.
Seungmin hummed softly every now and then as you sucked on him, not like it was a chore, but like he was a lollipop to keep your mouth busy.
“Go on, give me as much as you gave Yongbok,” he commanded, so softly it felt like kindness. You met his eyes, cheeks heating up. But instantly, you increased the suction around him and licked all the sensitive spots you’d studied carefully. You didn’t need to guess this time. Your boyfriend was soon back to soft whimpers, even with that control he held over you, keeping your head in place as you dialed in and focused on every way you could please him. You massaged the skin below the head with your tongue when you weren’t taking his whole length, and when you were, you were still thorough. When he pulled out to let you breathe, you kitten licked the very tip like the ‘romantic’ you were. You sucked him like it was something you earned. He really was lucky.
He felt the way you jostled around him when Felix pushed all the way inside, and he could tell by the pause and the depth that that boy was close. "Don't cum inside of her," Seungmin warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Felix said with a shuddered breath, giving his few last thrusts before pulling out and working his dick on his own with his right hand, the other still resting on your ass. He sounded soft and slightly whiny despite his normally deep voice. Seungmin pulled out of your mouth and you chased him, but instead of leaving you hanging, he pulled you to your knees and pushed you back onto your back. He held your leg up and kissed right beside your knee, and anywhere his lips could reach like this. Between your legs you were soft and open, puffy from everything.
If he was anyone else, you’d cry. But instead you were borderline salivating now at the silent promise to be fucked again.
“Baby..” you sighed, still throbbing for him.
“Yeah?” He slid his shaft up your slit like routine. You had nothing to say; he knew it.
Felix, now knelt at your side, let out a soft, breathless moan when he finally released, cock drooling onto your stomach. He held your hair gently as if he had the right.
Seungmin’s tip caught on your clit and you shuddered, just when he promised to stop being an asshole, and finally dipped inside. He had no reason to tease you when you both would climax any minute. But you were an experiment tonight, and no matter how worked up you got, you could always get even more.
Felix continued stroking your hair. “You feel like a slut now?” He whispered lowly.
You nodded weakly. Seungmin held your cheek and kissed your face. His hips shallowly chased heat inside you, his pace soft and quick. His dick drew out whimpers at every inch he moved, mouth swallowing some of them when he kissed you. He dipped his thumb into the pool on your stomach, and then into your open mouth. You took it, licking Felix’s cum from the fingertip.
Felix pulled his fingers from your hair and used them on your clit instead now. He paused briefly while Seungmin spit right where you were connected, and then Felix spread it around with two fingers. He rubbed you back and forth and in circles, making you tremble.
“You’ve came just as much as Minnie,” Felix mumbled, eyes on where his fingers were working. “What’s got you this way?”
“She’s sensitive,” Seungmin replied. You couldn’t tell if he was defending you or mocking you.
You pushed Seungmin’s finger out of your mouth with your tongue. “I can speak…for myself.”
He traced your lip. “Yeah?”
You let out a broken moan at a sharp hit on your g-spot. “Fuck-!” You reached up for Seungmin, holding onto him and pulling him down, and he of course let you. Felix withdrew his hand from the tight position, and Seungmin’s replaced it.
“Fuck, baby,” you trailed off, hands reaching helplessly to find his face and kiss him. He instantly dove in to help, kissing your lips so softly, as if he’d never treated you or touched you like a slut. “You’re there?” He muttered. And you nodded, barely, with just a turn of your head.
“You want me deep?” He asked against your lips. “Tell me what you want.”
You nodded again, more fervently. “Deep…don’t be nice.”
And of course, he was still nice, at least by any real mean dom’s standards.
But you couldn’t tell the difference. He grinded himself against your cervix, sure to leave a bruise. When you clenched around him, he moaned so smoothly, just as pretty as he sang. You could hardly take it all, you thought, but he told you you could. And he surely didn’t have to convince you you liked it.
“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered with a brush of your hand over his where he caressed your sensitive parts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded, hating how familiar it sounded. But if his roommate could make you happy, so be it. You were happy.
When he finally plucked that string just right, you were overflowing around him pulsing sweetly and quietly moaning with relief. He let out a broken whimper as you squeezed him, like it physically pained him to be this close, and from old routine, he pulled out when you finally let him. You lifted your hand to hold his length, pumping him steadily while he continued patiently massaging your clit until you couldn’t cum anymore.
You kept stroking him when he hit his peak and poured onto your stomach, making even more of a mess of your body. His eyes fell shut while noises escaped his pretty throat, his lashes fluttering. You drew as much you could out of him and gradually slowed your hand to a halt as he trembled. You were now both flushed and panting.
Seungmin lightly dropped his body down beside yours. You licked what was left of him on your hand. He looked the other way for his own sanity. “You’re okay?” He asked, a hidden, rare rasp in his soft voice.
“Of course.”
Felix was now coming back from the bathroom, where he was when you and Seungmin had been physically and mentally very occupied. He had pajama pants on now, and he was holding two more pairs that belonged to you and your boyfriend.
“Look, the aftercare king,” you announced quietly.
“Next you’ll have me getting us glasses of water,” he joked, which earned him a glare from Seungmin.
You smiled and Seungmin sat up, grabbing one of the spare towels and wiping away what the two had done on your torso. It had dripped down your sides and traveled to just beneath your breasts. A strangely erotic sight to behold, if only Seungmin had been paying attention while he was ‘taking care’ of you. You sat up once you were dry enough, kissing Seungmin’s head with gratitude. You were surprised at how shaky you still were.
Felix handed you the pants. He got you underwear too, the angel.
“Okay actually stay out of her panty drawer,” Seungmin warned. You laughed, nodding with agreement. As—morbidly—fun as it was, you hoped this would be the last time Felix assisted in post-sex pampering. That was of course unless you would to be dumb enough to let this happen again (which was entirely possible given tonight’s…ease). But all good things come to an end. You didn’t want Felix in your panty drawer, even if you’d let him in your panties, if that makes any sense.
You gave Seungmin’s neck soft kisses above the collar bone, and light bruises just below to the side while he toweled himself and pulled on his own underwear.
“Not so left out anymore are you?” You asked Felix.
He chuckled. “Left in, very left in. Sorry again, Seungminnie.”
“Don’t be,” Seungmin replied. “It was fun. Very fun.”
“And I congratulate you for the way you can make girls cum,” Felix added. “It’s like an art. I mean, you didn’t get to see what I can do tonight, but-”
“Shut uppp,” Seungmin whined. “...And thank you.”
You laughed, tugging the pants on, finally covered up. You blushed even harder at the reminder Yongbok was now familiar with your body.
-
It was hard to know if a man was ever truly fucking you with no strings. If anyone knew Felix’s situation, it was Seungmin. Seungmin knew Felix wasn’t into you really much at all, except for the fact that he was willing to and did fuck you. Felix got enough play that it didn’t have to mean anything. But that isn’t saying Felix wouldn’t be down another night. He just had to be ‘not that drunk’ enough to do it.
In the end, his body remembered more than he would the next day, despite only being tipsy. Seungmin had an addiction to feed; Felix was sweet, and bluntly, there for the vibes.
-
You and Seungmin went straight to bed after brushing your teeth and cleaning up a bit, just sitting up against the pillows, pressed against each other. Some soft moonlight filtered in through the blinds, and all the lamps were off. You were still wide awake, but your body was tired to say the least. Seungmin just kind of held you in his arms the best he could, lightly and warmly.
You tried to think of something to say, and though there was so much to talk about, not much came. There was a beauty to that though.
“I love you,” you said eventually. He of course said it back. No more teasing, no more sarcasm. All that would come back once he wasn’t a noodle.
“I’m gonna be bruised, I’m sure of it,” you added, playing with his hands.
He sounded apologetic, but not surprised. “I’ll do everything for you.”
“No…you aren’t supposed to do anything either.”
“I can dance now, a lot. I’ll walk for you till you ‘heal,’” he said against your hair with a smile. “Unless you wanna show off to me my impact. Might like it.”
You swatted him, and he held your jaw gently to rub it. Wow.
“Hm…I wonder what we’ll feel like tomorrow,” you mused. “I still don’t know what to think.”
“Don’t think too much.”
“Hypocrite.”
“Let me love you,” he whined, pressing into your shoulder, dropping his hand to drape over you.
“Fine.”
You held him back, an arm around his body while he nuzzled against you like a damn neglected puppy. He was far from neglected though, at least with you around. In fact, he was always, of course, your center of attention.
He just maybe had to keep Felix in line to keep it that way.
Was wondering if you're still writing for the omegaverse fic? Not trying to rush you but that story is my lifeline rn😖
hi hi! yep deffo still writing for it, none of my fics are abandoned unless specifically noted on my masterlist, i just have long breaks between chapters bcs i only write when i have inspo rather than try and force ideas out
