☆DRESS-UP☆
Hwhshshshhshs felix, idk just felix
Okayokay, actual writing not lets lock tf in.
Okay this is lowk the 3rd time ive written it, cause i hated the first one and tumblr deleted the second im gonna kms.
ANYWAYS
Cw: unapologetic fluff
Characters: Felix × Gn!reader (no pronouns used)
You convince felix that it's okay to wear what he wants. You certainly weren't complaining; he looked so pretty in skirts.
Your boyfriend was the human equivalent of a fantasy come true. Soft golden hair that - deapite being bleach fried - still somehow managed to look effortlessly fluffy. Freckles dotted across his cheeks that you loved to trace with your lips, like the stars had spilt out from his eyes and trailed along his skin.
And his eyes - god his eyes - those eyes could undo you with just a glance. They could break down even your tallest of walls, could turn your brain to mush until the only thoughts you had were just him.
You spoiled him because of this. Although your intention wasn't always this selfless - wasn't always centred around him. You were selfish in the fact that you loved seeing him wearing the things you picked out for him; you loved to watch him walk around in expensive clothes, knowing that your hands chose them.
Mildly posessive, but Felix thrived on it.
He had a new wardrobe, perhaps every few weeks. Whenever things got too stressful, or whenever you thought he needed a little relaxation, you'd take him out to the shopping centre, hand him your card, and watch him fall in love with every cute thing he set his eyes on. And then when you got home, you'd sit on the bed in your room while he changed into every new item and gave you your own mini runway. One filled with soft adoration, gentle touches, and even softer kisses.
Of course, he could do this all himself. He had the money to sustain such a lavish lifestyle; but thankfully, so did you. And despite complaining when you picked up nearly everything he touched ("That's too expensive!" Or "I don't need it!"), secretly he thruved on it. On the attention, the pampering. The way you refused to let him pay for anything, even though he probably made more money than you anyway.
It was honestly fairly often that you found yourself in the womens section of most stores. He complained that mens shirts didn't fit him right, that womens shirts were more comfortable. And who were you to deny your pretty baby what he wants?
He looked great no matter what he wore. Hell, he looked even better in nothing, but that was a sight for your eyes only. And you couldn't deny that womens shirts did, in fact, hug his waist just right. And plus, they were oftentimes a lot cuter.
You'd seen him eye pretty skirts and dresses before. Watched him contemplate in real time when he thought you weren't looking. He never did it, though, never quite worked up the courage to ask you about it.
And naturally; you saw this as a crime.
You couldn't just let your pretty boyfriend go without what he so desired. Couldn't stand the look in his eyes when he refused himself something he wanted. And so, the next time you caught his eyes lingering too long on the wall of pretty, pleated skirts, you said something.
"You want to try some on?"
Felix turned around - a little too fast - a flustered smile on his face out of reflex as he busied himself with a rack of shirts he'd already deemed too ugly to wear just moments before.
"No, i was just looking." You knew that tone. The voice he put on when he tried to pretend he didn't want something. You'd heard it a thousand times before.
"Don't do that" your voice was quiet, tone bordering on a soft plea.
"Don't pretend," Felix's hands stilled then, and he cast another glance at the wall of skirts. You saw it even clearer then, the silent longing in his gaze for something he didn’t know if he was allowed.
"I'm not!" He defended, peeling his eyes away again and strutting over to a different rack, pulling out a cropped shirt that caught his eye.
"What do we think about this?"
You weren't stupid. You knew he was changing the subject. But, you let him; you didn't want to push the topic too much, Felix said no, so you'd let it slip for now. Even if that meant you had to ignore the way his eyes flicked back every so often.
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It had been weeks since then, you'd let it pass, let your boyfriend forget that interaction had ever happened. But you hadn't.
That interaction played on loop through tour head and, naturally, shifted to what he would look like wearing one. Pretty legs on show, just for you, maybe even pairing it with one of the cropped shirts he'd gotten on the last shopping trip.
You wouldn't lie if you said it was an appealing thought. To see him all dolled up for you. You needed to see it.
Felix still thought you were mean.
How could you just drop something like that on him, in the middle of practise, and then just not tell him!
It was cruel, borderline torture, do the second Chan announced an hour to themselves for lunch he practically sprinted out the doors to the driver he'd texted minuted prior totake him back to the dorms - where you'd slept over the night before.
The drive felt like it took hours, seoul tracfic practically everywhere. It felt like he was being stopped at every turn for the crossings. The usually calm idol began to grow restless, fingers tapping against his knee, leg shaking as he kept his gaze firmly locked outside for all of two seconds, before ultimately turning his head back to check on the progress of the traffic lights.
He didn't even wait for the car to fully pull to a stop before he'd unbuckled his seat and opened the door, shouting a rushed.'Thanks!' At the driver before disappearing inside, b-lining for the lift. He was so thankful the building was mostly empty today because the ride up was completely uninterupted, letting him sprint to his door and sjove it open, not even bothering to remove his shoes ; a fact you'd later chastise him for.
He pushed open the bedroom door, fingers finding the light switch on instinct despite it still being light outside. Years of late nights at the studio left the habit.
There it was, on the bed. A pretty skirt, just for him.
He froze, wait, was it for him? Did he walk into the wrong room, surely not? This was all your decorations, even the tacky painting you'd insisted on because it added 'class'. (Felix hated it, but you treated him so well he could always look past it)
Okay, ts is even more rushed than last time cause this is the THIRD TIME I've written it.
Anyways im sorry it ends so abruptly. i had NO plan whatsoever, but here you go. Felix in a skirt. Kinda. Idk 🤷♂️
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