ThiccCurls

27 SKZ/8TURN/WayV Stan

[thicccurls]

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Female 9th Member of Stray Kids Fic

[3rachaslut]

“You like when I call you puppy, don’t you?”

Cw: puppy play, rough deepthroating?, condescending tone/language, “master” kink, sub dom dynamics (I think that’s it tbh”

A/N: mainly wrote this for myself tehe. I’ve also only proof read this once so if there’s any mistake please ignore. Enjoyyyy xx

“Hyune!” you shout from the bedroom, hoping he can here you from in the living room over the music that is booming in your shared bedroom.

“Yeah baby?” he shouts back, soon appearing in the doorway, resting a hand over his head to keep him propped up against it.

“Have you seen my hairbrush?” you ask whilst your head continues to flit around the room in search of it. A smirk pulls at Hyunjin’s lips as he sees it on the side of the desk, hiding behind a bottle of your favourite perfume.

“What.. this one?” he teases, lifting it above your head as you sigh and jump up to grab it. A chuckle leaves his lips as he finds way to much entertainment in watching the way your hands claw for it above your head.

“Aw come on Hyune, don’t be a dick!” you scoff but your tone is filled with more humour than annoyance. Jumping up again, you chuckle simultaneously with your boyfriend “stop!”

“Oh my god, the way you can’t reach it but still keep jumping. You’re like a puppy with a toy!” Hyunjin lets out an entertained laugh at the scene in front of him but his brows quickly furrow as he takes in the shy blush creeping up your now burning cheeks as you look down to the floor and hope he doesn’t notice. “Oh, no baby, I was just kidding, I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m sorry..” his words come out in a rush as he hands you the brush and cups both your cheeks and lifts your head up so your eyes can lock with his.

“I just meant you looked cute like a puppy not that you were a-” his words were cut off as you drop your eyes in embarrassment as if you were caught. He cocks his head to the side with a flare of curiosity in his eyes.

“Wait… you like when I call you puppy don’t you?” He teases with a shiteating grin plastered on his face.

“What?! No- that’s not-“ you fumble over your words as you shift in place in embarrassment, wishing more than anything you could hide your flushed face from him but being restricted by his hands on either side of your head.

“Aw is puppy embarrassed? Don’t be baby, I think it’s kinda hot. I’m just surprised you never told me before.”

“I didn’t think-“ you start to defend yourself but are soon cut off.

“You wanna be a good puppy for me?” He coos condescendingly, tilting his head and you nod shyly in response. “Then kneel for me” he orders as he releases both hands from you, dropping them to his sides.

“Hyunji-“

“Puppies don’t talk y/n. Kneel. Now”

Your stomach fills with butterflies and your body acts before your head can even keep up and you soon feel the cold chill of the tiled floor under your knees. You fight the nerves you’re currently being drowned by and look up at him. The sight of him towering over you was nothing new but in this dynamic, he was breathtaking. His eyes were filled with a new type of lust you’d never seen before and you smirk at the sight.

“Something funny puppy?” He raises his eyebrows as the question leaves his lips and you shake your head in response. “Then wipe that fucking look of your face or I’ll do it for you” He threatens and your pussy flutters at his tone as he slowly undoes the buttons of his jeans, all the while staring down at you with nothing but burning desire. You’re trying not to salivate at the sight of him but you couldn’t fight the urge to grind your pussy against the seem of your shorts that were sat so conveniently, giving you the slightest bit of friction your pussy was craving.

“Is puppy getting a bit needy?” He asks as he takes in your struggling and you nod shyly as he continues to pull his jeans down to just above his knees. “Then suck masters cock and maybe I’ll make you feel good”

He wastes no time in grabbing the back of your head and shoving your face towards his cock. You quickly open up to take him and your eyes widen as he thrusts all the way, hitting the back of your throat instantly. Hyunjin usually allows you to take your time when you suck his cock, allowing you to take his length as quickly or slowly as you would like but not today and he lets out a loud groan as you cough and gag on his cock.

“Good puppy.. fuuuuck” he says as he thrusts harder into your mouth, tilting his head back in bliss and you try to focus on being good for him. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes at the overwhelming stimulation at the back of your throat. It was difficult to take all of him but you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the challenge.

“You’re being so fucking good for me” he emphasises, thrusting into your mouth harshly and your stomach clenches at the act. You rest your palms against his thighs and push against him slightly trying to force your head back to get some relief.

“Hands!” He threatens and you quickly fold your arms behind your back. He slows his thrusts slightly as he senses your struggle even though he knows you will use your safe word hand gesture if it gets too much.

“Is puppy gonna get masters cum down her pretty throat? Hm?” He chuckles condescending as you attempt to nod your head and his groans fill the room as he shoots his orgasm straight to the back of your throat. You hum around him as you take it and he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts getting slower and more irregular.

When he pulls his cock out of your mouth, he kneels down to your height, cupping your cheeks in both palms. “Breathe angel, breathe. It’s okay” he assures you as you try and catch your breath, you chest heaving up and down. His lips press to yours in a sweet and loving kiss, his finger tips running down the sides of your face caressing you and you feel on top of the world.

“Was that okay baby? I wasn’t too rough or anything. You weren’t uncomfortable-“

“Hyune, it was perfect” you say with a smile and his eyes instantly soften.

“Okay. Lie down on the bed baby, im gonna make you feel so good for being such a good puppy for me”

[channlust]

pheromoān?

or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore

warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics

bang chan

"P-please please, just -"

and it's the first you've heard him beg.

his voice breaks into a ragged exhale, forehead pressed against your shoulder, inhaling like he's trying to burrow into your skin. His hips stutter, losing rhythm entirely, and the bedframe bangs against the wall with every desperate push of his hips against yours.

He'd laughed when you uncapped the perfume bottle - "Really, babe? Pheromones?" - watching as you dabbed it behind your ears, along your wrists. "Cute," he’d teased, leaning in to sniff you with exaggerated flair. "Smells like -"

His breath caught.

"it actually smells...nice"

And within minutes he was on you.

You didn’t think it’d be this bad - didn’t think the perfume would turn him into this much of a mess, wrecking you like he’s trying to brand himself inside you.

He’s close, faster than any other time - you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tremble where they grip you. But he won’t cum, won’t let himself, not until you’re shaking apart under him first. "No wait-" he twitched when you clench around him, his hips jerking wildly, like he’s losing alll semblance of control.

His forehead drops to yours, sweat and tears and god knows what dripping between you, thrusting hard, grinding deep enough to make you sob. "Gonna - fuck, gonna ruin you-"

His thighs tense violently, muscles locking up as he tries - and fails - to hold back. You can feel him twitching inside you, his cock pulsing in erratic little jerks as his breath hitches against your skin. "you're - hnn -you're g-gonna -" His words dissolve into a broken whine when you tighten around him again, dragging a punched out moan from his throat.

His hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit with a precision that shouldn’t be possible when he’s this far gone, tipping you over with a scream that he swallows with his mouth.

He fucks you through it, rough, chasing his own release like he’ll die without it.

then entire body stills , eyes rolling back as he finally, finally gives in - cuming with a choked off cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, his hips rutting forward in tiny thrusts as he spills into you.

But even as his orgasm crashes over him, he doesn't stop - can't stop. His hands scramble to grip your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer as his hips jerk forward again, his cock still hard and twitching inside you. "it's not -fuck- s'not enough."

lee minho

the perfume must've worn off by now, 'cuz it's been hours.

You try to push back against his thigh, your arms trembling, but he groans, and in one fluid motion, he wrenches your wrists behind your back, pinning them there with one hand.

"Thought you could - hngh - get away?" His voice is a dark laugh, but it cracks halfway through, betraying the desperation beneath the bravado. His hips stutter, losing rhythm for just a second, and he groans , forehead dropping between your shoulder blades. "Fuck - you’re ruining me -"

He’d been smirking when you first sprayed the perfume, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Really, baby? You think that’s gonna work on me?"

but then it's like a switch flipped - One second he was teasing, the next he had you bent over the couch, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruined you.

Now, his free hand slides around your throat, holding , "Gonna - hnn - gonna fuck you stupid ," he rasps, but it sounds more like a plea than anything. His hips snap forward, and you feel him twitch inside you, again, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

The couch creaks so loud you worry it's gonna break, leather protesting under the force of his thrusts, and you try to push back against his thigh again - just to see what he’ll do.

His grip on your wrists tightens instantly, fingers digging in hard " Stay still ," he orders, and then his mouth is on your neck, sucking, marking you as his. His hips jerk forward again, erratic now, and you can feel him trembling - shaking - barely holding it together.

"M-Min, please -" Your voice cracks, barely audible over the wet smack of his hips slamming into yours,

He pulls your hair sharp, tipping your head back, and his lips brush your ear. "Please what , sweetheart?" He’s panting, voice wrecked, but there’s that smug edge to it, "Use your words."

You whimper, and he groans like the sound punched the air from his lungs. His grip tightens almost painfully, and you can feel him twitching inside you again, so close. "Wanna cum,"

"Then cum," he growls, biting down on your shoulder again.

And you do -

you shatter around him, vision going white, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering wildly as he spills inside you for the nth time tonight.

seo changbin

“You smell so good,” Changbin groans, and it's the first time he's been so turned on - so hard - by something like the mere scent of you, and the thinks you've unlocked something new in him.

“Yeah?” you murmur, running your tongue along the underside in one slow, filthy stroke. His breath punches out of him like he’s been hit, fingers scrambling to fist in your hair. “You like how I look too, or just the perfume?”

Changbin chokes - half laugh, half moan - before his head drops back against the mattress. “Fuck - both, obviously - ” His hips roll up, desperate, but you hold him down with a palm splayed over his stomach, relishing the way his abs jump under your touch.

“God, please-” His voice cracks, and you finally take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base. His hips stutter, thighs trembling under your grip, and you hum around him just to feel the way his whole body seizes.

his thighs quiver under your palms as you hollow your cheeks, dragging your lips up his length. A string of broken curses spills from his lips, fingers tightening in your hair - not to guide, just to hold on.

The musk of his arousal mixes with the heady sweetness clinging to your skin, and when you swipe your tongue over the slit, he whimpers, hips jerking off the bed.

“F-fuck,” His voice is ragged, breath coming in shallow pants. You take him deep again, relishing the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the salt of him thick on your taste buds. His abs flex violently when you swallow around him, a choked-off moan tearing from his throat. “God, your mouth - shit, shit, shit-”

You pull off just to watch his face crumple, lips slick and swollen as you tease the tip with featherlight kisses. His chest heaves, eyes wild, and when you grin up at him, he makes a sound like he’s been gutted.

“Please,” he gasps, hips canting up uselessly. “Please, please, please-”

The desperation in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lick a slow stripe from base to tip, humming when his fingers spasm in your hair. “Gonna-” His warning is half swallowed by a groan as you take him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis, and stay there, throat working around him until his legs shake.

He comes with a sob, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every last drop, lapping at the oversensitive head until he’s whimpering.

Hwang Hyunjin

The shower spray is hot, steam curling around Hyunjin’s bare shoulders as he kneels on the tiled floor, hands clamped around your thighs to hold you still.

He'd crowded you against the tiled wall, his mouth already on your neck before the showerhead even finished warming up, frantically pulling both your clothes off as his hands slid down your waist, "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough, nose dragging along your collarbone "What the hell do you have on?"

You barely had time to answer - not that you could’ve, not with the way his tongue was suddenly all over you, his hips pressing into yours with a desperation that made your breath hitch.

The saleswoman had promised the perfume would be effective, but you hadn’t expected this. Hyunjin’s fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you, your back hitting the slick tiles, and then his mouth was between your legs before you could even gasp.

His tongue was relentless, hot and wet and insistent, licking into you like he was trying to memorize your taste.

"Oh my god-" you choked out, fingers tangling in his dripping hair, tugging as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. He moaned against you, the sound muffled but filthy, hips jerking forward, grinding against your leg.

"Taste - fuck -" he slurred, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue fucking into you with a broken noise.

Water cascaded over both of you, he was too busy lapping at you like he was starved.

"Fuck, you taste—" he groaned against your skin, the words muffled by your flesh as his lips sealed around you again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl against the slick tiles. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging as his tongue pressed deeper, fucking into you with a rhythm that had your vision spotting.

"Hyune—" you whined, back arching off the wall, water spraying across your heated skin. He didn’t let up, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike a leg higher, spreading you wider.

His nose brushed your clit as he licked a slow, filthy stripe up your slit, and you squeaked, hips bucking wildly. "God, you’re - hnn - you’re ruining me," you babbled, voice cracking as his tongue circled your clit again. your orgasm was building up, fast .

He pulled back just enough to pant against your thigh, lips slick and swollen, "Smell so good," he slurred, nuzzling into your skin like he was drunk on you, his hips rutting against your leg in frantic, aborted thrusts. "Taste even better- "

You barely had time to even breathe before his lips sealed around your clit again, and - oh god - your vision whited out. Your back arched off the wall as you came with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

He didn’t stop, tongue lapping at you through it, drinking you down, rutting against your leg-

And then he broke.

His own climax hit him, hips stuttering as he came untouched, his cock twitching against your calf, stripes of white mixing with the water running down your skin.

his forehead pressed to your stomach, whole body shuddering as he rode it out. You carded your fingers through his sopping hair, watching as he trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps before he managed,

"please tell me you bought whatever you had on"

han Jisung

"please, please don’t stop," Jisung whines, voice cracking as his hands scramble uselessly at your hips, fingers slipping against your sweat slick skin. His thighs tremble under you, muscles jumping with every roll of your hips, every tight clench of your cunt around him.

You’re both a mess - his cock twitching inside you, oversensitive and leaking, your own thighs sticky with his spend and yours, dripping down onto his stomach in a slow, obscene trickles.

The room reeks of sex, of sweat and musk and the thick, honeyed scent of that godforsaken pheromone perfume you have on that got him so putty in your hands in the first place.

"You’re so good," he babbles, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the drag of your walls around him even though he’s shaking with it, even though his cock is red and oversensitive and dripping.

"So pretty, so perfect - fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussy’s killing me-" His words are cut off when you grind down, the swollen head of his cock catching on that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

You’re exhausted, this is - what, the third orgasm? fourth? you've lost count. your thighs burning, cunt throbbing with every movement.

but with the way he’s looking at you, lips bitten raw, eyes wet and pleading, tears clinging to his lashes, you can’t stop. Not when he sounds like this, not when he’s begging so pretty.

His fifth (?) orgasm hits him so intensely, it's got his back arching off the bed, hands clawing at your thighs like he’s trying to ground himself, to survive it.

You feel him pulse inside you, but there’s barely anything left to spill, just weak little spurts that make him sob,

"N-no more, please-" he chokes, but his hips stutter up anyway, betraying him, fucking shallowly into you like his body’s forgotten how to stop.

"You can take it," you murmur, riding him through the aftershocks of his fifth release like it’s nothing, like his cock isn’t twitching pathetically inside you, oversensitive and spent.

"C’mon, baby, one more - just one. For me." You grind down, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his hips jerk up helplessly, betraying him even as he sobs out a weak "No, no, ‘m gonna die-"

he looks ruined right now. it only spurrs you on, rolling your hips in tight, practiced circles, milking him dry until his sixth orgasm punches out of him with a choked gasp. It’s barely anything this time, just a weak dribbles that leak out around him.

You settle above him, panting, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. His chest heaves, sweat slick and flushed, his hands limp at his sides like he’s given up.

You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, humming when he whimpers at the contact. "So good for me," you coo, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "Took it so well."

His breath hitches when you shift, and then you’re moving again, slow at first, then faster, his oversensitive cock stirring inside you despite his weak protests.

His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in, his voice cracking around a "Fuck " that turns into a broken moan halfway through.

You lean down, pressing your lips to his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Think you can handle another?" His

lee felix

Felix’s thighs tremble where they’re splayed open, his cock twitching pathetically in your hand - red and overstimulated, dripping precum onto his stomach in a messy trail.

His breath comes in shaky gasps, lips bitten raw, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to anchor himself. "P-please - fuck - please," His voice breaks, high n' so desperate , tears welling in his lashes as you slow your strokes to a torturous crawl.

You remember the way he’d grinned when you first showed him the perfume bottle - how he’d rolled his eyes but bought it anyway because you’d pouted, because he always caves for you.

Who knew he'd be like this. His hips jerk off the bed, his cock leaking against your palm, his entire body wracked with shudders as you squeeze him justtt shy of release again.

"No - hnn - no more , I can’t -" He sobs , back arching, eyelashes rimmed with tears.

his stomach is drenched , a glossy mess of precum and sweat, his abs clenching with every thrust. His cock pulsing in your hand, the head flushed dark and aching.

You brush your thumb over it, slow , just to watch his entire body jerk, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream.

his arm flew up to cover his face, ashamed of the tear spilling down his cheeks. "Y-you’re killing me -"

"You bought it for me," you murmur, and his hips twitch up helplessly. "S’your fault , baby."

Felix whines, a high and broken sound, his fingers tangling in the sheets like he’s trying to rip them apart.

"D-didn’t - hngh - didn’t know -" His words are cut off when you speed up, wrist flicking up in quick strokes, his toes curling into the mattress. "F-fuck - stop , s’too much -"

But you don’t stop- you slow down instead, your strokes lazy, teasing, and Felix keens, his entire body bowing off the bed. "P- please ," he begs, "just - fuck - just let me cum -" His cock twitches, dripping, and you grin, " Ask nicely," you purr , and he chokes, his face flushing darker.

Felix’s breath hitches, his lips parted around ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back with desperation . "P-please," he whispers, voice breaking , "please let me cum, please-" His hips jerk up, pathetic , and you coo, "good boy ,"

Kim seungmin

gosh if Seungmin was in the right state of mind, he would be embarrassed right now.

his fingers settle against your hips - gentle at first, just the barest press of his thumbs into your skin as you rock back onto him at a pace so slow it’s cruel.

The headboard isn’t even knocking. The sheets aren’t even rumpled. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs locked tight, his breath coming in little gasps every time you clench around him "F-fuck," he grits out, voice strained, "you’re - hnn -you’re killing me -"

and you shift backwards, just enough for your hair to brush his cheek - just enough for him to catch a whiff of you .

And then - oh - his head falls back against the pillows with a thud , his eyes rolling so far back they might stay there. "Oh," he chokes, voice gone , "oh fuck -" His hips jerk up violently, slamming into you so hard you yelp, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you upwards. "S-smell - fuck - smell so good -" His words slur together, his hips pistoning up mindlessly , his cock throbbing inside you.

"hnng- thought it 'wasn't gonna work' " you tease, grinding down, and Seungmin snaps , you don't even register him flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins .

His lips crash into yours, messy and so desperate , tongue licking into your mouth "gonna ruin you -" he gasps between kisses, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap, his cock pulsing and leaking inside you.

His hands wander, greedy, one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other groping at your throat , "M-mine," he murmurs, teeth scraping your jaw, "all fucking mine -"

yang jeongin

Jeongin hates you.

At least, that’s what he keeps saying into your skin between desperate bites - his hips pistoning into you from behind so hard the bed screeches across the floor.

"f-fuck" His voice cracks , stuttering , his cock twitching inside you "H-hate you - hate how you smell -"

And it’s hilarious , really, because he was the one who bought it for you.

Jeongin had shoved the little black box into your hands two days ago, muttering something about "thought you'd like it."

The box was sleek, expensive-looking, the kind of thing that made your brows raise when you peeled back the velvet lining. Pheromone Amplifier, the label read in delicate silver script. For enhanced attraction - effects may vary.

Idiot. He hadn’t even read the fine print.

Now? His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours like he’s trying to punish you for his own mistake.

"S’your fault," he hisses, voice wrecked, his hands clawing at your waist, pulling you back onto him, "Should’ve - hngh - should’ve thrown it away -"

You laugh between a moan, grinding back just to hear him whine, and he stops , flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins. His pupils are blown , lips swollen from biting them, his cock throbbing where he quickly sheathed it back nside you.

"S’not funny ," he gasps, his hips are already stuttering , his rhythm falling apart as he chases his release.

His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips, and when you clench around him , he sobs , his entire body locking up. "N-no - stop " His voice is shattered, raw, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "gonna cum too fast-"

You wrap your legs around his waist to trap him, and Jeongin cums with a moan , his cock pulsing inside you as he spills, his body collapsing onto yours, "H-hate you," he whispers , but his arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing shaky kisses to your skin.

"it's your fault," he mumbles, and you laugh, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.

"You bought it," you remind him, and Jeongin groans , his hips twitching against yours, he’s already hard again?

"shut up ," he whines, but he’s pulling you closer, his mouth sealing over yours in a messy, desperate kiss. "... Again ."

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[denofstay]

Stay with us Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU Summary: you and hyunjin finally go on a date. Warnings: Masterlist

You were lounging on the couch when Hyunjin wandered in, sitting almost uncomfortably on the other side clearly trying to act casual "Everything... okay?" you raise a brow at the action.

"mhm" His voice comes out a little higher than usual, shifting very slightly closer towards you. "I was wondering, what are you doing this friday?"

"I believe Jisung and I were gonna get dinner after class"

Hyunjin frowns, shooting up in his seat "Okaythanksbye" he rushes off before you even have the chance to ask any questions.

Down the hall hyunjin knocks pretty consistantly on jisungs door "lemme in lemme in lemme in" when jisung ultimately opens the door he's shirtless and does not look impressed at the intrusion. "If you wanted to join us you could've just walked in" Which is when hyunjin realises that minho is on his bed.

"What? No, no time, let me in" he barges in to the room. Minho sighs, flopping back onto the mattress "We were doing something you know"

"You always are, look I need you to cancel on y/n this friday"

"What?"

"Please"

"No, I've been wanting to go to this place with her for ages" Jisung leans back against his door as he closes it. "Literally I am begging you to"

"Hold on let him keep talking he may get on his knees" Minho chimes in, now entertained by the back and forth.

"Why do you want me to cancel on her?"

"I wanna take her out."

Theres a pause of confusion in wake of the statement "You...what?"

"Yes I know it's a bit of a switch-"

"That's an understatement"

"-But we've been getting closer recently and friday is the only day I am free and i really want to take her on a date before we go on tour because it's going to be so much harder long distance"

"Okay"

"What?"

"Okay I'll cancel on friday"

Hyunjin stares at jisung confused at the sudden switch up "Really?" Jisung stands up properly from the door, walking over to the bed and flopping down onto it. "You and y/n clearly need this more than i need to try this new restuarant"

hyunjin takes a moment out of breath staring at jisung silently shaking his head, having worked himself up for a fight that ended extremely prematurely "Okay- great then" He sounds more annoyed than he should for someone who got his way.

"Good, you owe me though, close the door on your way out"

As hyunjin leaves the room it settles in what he's just done, he's actually gotta go through with it now.

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Somehow in midst of all of this Hyunjin had actually forgotten to tell you of his plans besides asking if you were available, so when you stepped outside of your afternoon class and see hyunjin waiting for you leant against the hood of his car you were confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ji had something come up he felt really bad so I thought I'd take you out instead"

You look around to see if anyone else is watching after the last time. "Really?"

"Yeah really, I wanted to take you out before we go away so it was ideal" He opens the door for you to slip into the passenger seat. "Where are we going?" you ask with a little more hope than you were wanting to let through. The surprise of it all and from the one member of the pack that you had been somewhat seeking attention from sparked an airy excitement bubbling in your chest.

"There's this craft and pottery place that makes nice baked stuff I was thinking we could go there"

"Sounds good"

The place the two of you pulled up to is very unassuming, in fact at first you thought you had pulled up to a convenience store until hyunjin pulls you up a narrow staircase wedged between two buildings.

"This isn't a ruse is it Hyunjin?" You joke as he leads you up the stairs "Pshh, no trust me, come on"

He leads you up to a terrace roof garden of sorts, a sheltered area lined with warm lighting, behind the kiosk are shelves and shelves of canvasses and pottery, it's cozy but not stuffy.

"How did you find this place?"

"Magic, come on pick something out to paint I'll order us drinks"

That's how you ended up sat in a round booth seat painting with hyunjin and glasses of wine, you had picked out a statue of a fairy, he ended up picking out a small canvas to paint on.

"You're not allowed to judge my art skills by the way, the boys have told me you're the artist of the group" you fake glare at him as you start painting your fairy.

"Yours is cute though"

You nod in approval "Good answer" You take a sip of wine, and for a moment there is this terrifying silence, it's not awkward, that might just be the most terrifying part about it. it's intimate in a way that you have never been with him before, one that doesn't quite feel the same as moments you've had with the others.

Suddenly you're aware of how close he is, when did he shuffle so close to you? that now the two of you have to cross into eachothers space to reach things.

then there's the warmth, his body heat, the feeling of his breath just distantly on you.

"Can I ask...why the sudden switch up?" why did you say that? you don't even sound confident with it, way to screw up a good moment. "Was it the conversation we had before..." your voice is barely above a whisper as you realise you don't need to speak all that loudly for him to hear you.

Oh right, pottery, you got too caught up in noticing how wide his eyes just are naturally that you forgot.

"Kind of... you were right, I hadn't really given you a chance to even...really..." he trails off at a loss for the right word. "Yeah...It's alright" You shrug, painting a little more.

"It is?"

"Yeah" You look back to him, you could easily be in his arms you're sat so close at this point. Nibbling at your lower lip your head falls to the side "I only want you here if you choose to be"

And something tugs at hyunjin, he doesn't even know what it is, if its a bond its strange, because it's not new, whatever it is it's not sudden, its been there. It's almost like he's only just noticed it for the first time.

In the confusion he just lets what few instincts he has left take over and before he knows it his lips are on yours.

Chests tight with the little air left between you, the taste of wine on your tongues and yet somehow he finds himself leaning in further. It reaches a point where realistically it is a little too heated for a 'public' place his hand on your waist, yours in his hair.

A clattering intruppts you as you find that in the midst of it you've managed to knock over his glass, staining the canvas red. "Oh my god" You laugh mid shock. "I'm sorry" You try and save it but you know its too late.

"no no- it's an improvement" he reassures you, picking up the glass, making sure you shuffle out of the way from the wine spilling on you.

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[denofstay]

Side effects: ~Prologue~

Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Ninthmember!Reader Universe: Standard Summary: After years you'd thought you would never debut, the last thing you expected was for them to pull the strangest contract clause. Warnings: n/a Masterlist

It was a normal day, or at least you thought, you weren't paying attention to the dates really. The schedule was standard: Dance rehearsal (for literally who at this point?) in the morning, and a studio session with stray kids in the afternoon. It was routine at this point nothing should have been different.

It was still normal when you entered the studio after the lunch, greeting the members that you've spent way too much time with over the years tearing your hair out over track production. "Y/n! How was dance practice" Ji happily greets as he normally does if he's awake by the time you come in.

"It was alright, same stuff as usual"

"Are you even doing practice with trainee teams nowadays?" Chan raises a brow as you sit next to him. You shake your head "Last team I trained with was the NMixx girls"

"Far out, really?"

"Yeah I don't even know at this point, but I know my trainee contract runs out soon"

"Does that mean we're gonna lose you?" Changbin playfully pouts, leaning back in his chair to look at you properly "Who knows maybe I'll get rehired as a producer, doubt it though"

"You in talks with other companies?"

"A few have shown interest, Black Label sent me an email a couple months back, I don't even know if anything will come of that though I mean it's not like many 24 year olds debut nowadays"

"You could go independent, don't act like you don't have an archive of unreleased solos"

"Yeah that's probably what I'll end up doing" You shrug, leaning back in your seat, getting comfy as you look at the arrangement that the four of you had been working on. "It is unfair though, if they leave you to do that, twelve years of training with three different groups and two survival shows, you should have debuted by now"

"You don't have to tell me bin, should have cut me loose like three years ago but it's always that I 'don't fit' into the girl groups but also they don't want to cut me because I'm too good or something I don't know"

A knock on the door interrupts you, someone from the company stepping in "Could I borrow y/n and Chan for a bit?"

the four of you shoot eachother concerned glances and you're suddenly overly concious that somehow the company heard you venting frustrations through the walls.

The two of you stand, following them out "What's this about?"

"I don't know, JYP wants to talk to you"

"Who in the company though?"

"No, I mean JYP, the person, wants to talk to you" Yours and chan's eyes snap to eachother. Shit.

You don't even know what this is about, but your minds immediately drift to thinking of the worst.

The two of you soon find eachother in a meeting room, with one too many higher-ups than you're comfortable with. JYP, DIV1 CEO, SKZ Managers, Trainers, Coaches, you don't think you've ever seen all these people in the same place at once.

"Y/N, Chris, sit" The two of you cautiously sit down at the table. Was this about a rumor? You didn't think that you had seen any rumors between the two of you. "What's this about?"

Some of the higher-ups exchange nervous glances "So y/n, as you know in a month it will be 12 years since you joined us"

"Oh...I didn't know it was that soon"

"The thing is that does put us on quite a timeline"

You raise a brow at the statement "Timeline?" soon a contract is placed in front of you "Do you remember signing your trainee contract"

"God barely, it was a while ago" you laughed nervously "If you take a look on page nine, last line of section four"

You raise a brow, flicking through the pages.

4.19- If as such that the trainee has not debuted in a group prior to the expiration of this agreement and for whatever reason has not been removed from the trainee program subject to the conditions in section six, then the non-compete is waived upon expiration of the contract for the aid of the trainee in future endeavours beyond the program

You did not remember this clause at all, in all fairness you barely read the thing when you became a trainee, your parents read through it and agreed on your behalf. "Right" You mutter to yourself as you read through it.

"Basically, if you don't debut in the next month, we'll lose you"

"Okay?"

"However, as you know the only girl groups we've been working on in the past couple years has been V-Cha which you are well...too old for" part of you wants to be offended by the way that the manger worded it but at the same time, you've met those members, you are definitely too old.

"There has been an idea proposed...with both of your agreements, to introduce you as a new member of stray kids"

"Huh?" You and chan let out a collective sigh of confusion. You weren't sure that this had ever happened, members debuting later than group debut sure, but never an girl debuting to a previous boy group or vice versa.

"You get along with the members, you've worked on close to a third of their tracks, you've trained with some of their choreo, this was was the option that made the most sense given the circumstances"

You look to chan, unsure what to make of the offer, you don't want to accept assuming that he would even want you in the group, heck you weren't even sure you wanted to be in the group.

You want to debut, you like working with stray kids, but this...is unprecendented.

"I have some...concerns...mostly about the fanbase" Chan voices, sitting up in his seat. "We can't just...drop this out of nowhere you will have to introduce y/n slowly otherwise you will be opening her up to a lot of backlash"

"We have a plan for that"

You do a double take as you realise chan's response was as if you we're already accepted into the group. "If you are sure you can handle the transition then...It is up to Y/N"

"Don't you want to, I don't know, talk to the other members about this?" your eyes flick frantically between him and the higher ups, as if you are the only one who grasps the situation. He shrugs "I kind of already have"

"Huh?"

Chan takes a deep inhale "We were asked...hypothetically if we were open to you joining last week, I didn't fully know that it was serious but I had a hunch"

"That just leaves it to you y/n, what do you want to do?"

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[binnieverssse]

You Really Came? - l.fx

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: Surprising your long-distance boyfriend entails quite the show.

✿ Pairing: Felix x f!reader

✿ Word count: 4.2k

✿ Tags/Warnings: SMUT MDNI!!!, established relationship, long-distance, govball Felix, piv, oral (f! rec), squirting, unprotected sex (uh oh), creampie, slight dacryphilia (?)

✿ Author’s note: I’ve never written full-blown smut like this before…I AM NERVOUS LOLLL! Idk how to feel about it, but that’s okay! Shoutout govball for finally breaking my writer’s block spell!

Water trickled down your throat as you were desperately trying to quench your thirst. The heat radiating from the festival crowd was unbelievable. Though, enduring the heat would be totally worth it in the end.

Felix had no clue that you were coming tonight. New York was several hours away from the place you call home. He didn’t expect you to hop on a flight for a show that wasn’t explicitly Stray Kids related. However, months without seeing your boyfriend can make a girl willing to do anything.

Initially you told Felix that you were busy during the week of the festival — this wasn’t a lie. Yet, as time passed, you found yourself missing Felix more and more. With a lot of persuasion and budgeting miracles, you were able to push your family trip one week later so you could swing GovBall. Without saying a word to Lix, you rearranged your plans and booked the flight to New York a month in advance.

The last month of your life was tortuous: you hated keeping secrets from Felix. Each time that he would whine on the phone about how much he wished you could make it to the festival, you secretly thanked God that you weren’t on FaceTime. There was no hiding the giant smirk that appeared on your face each time you thought about your big surprise.

Now that the festival is here, your emotions are all over the place. Between the high energy from the earlier performers and the excitement of reuniting with your boyfriend, you were a trembling mess. Thankfully, you arrived early enough to lean on the barricade for support.

Semi-lost in your daydreaming state, you weren’t aware of the shift in energy until the crowd started howling. Lifting your head toward the stage, you saw the space being filled with backup dancers. The boys were entering from the side opposite of where you were standing. Slowly, one by one, all seven of the boys walked on stage. You lost track of who was coming in the moment your eyes locked onto Felix, though.

Felix’s stage presence was always insane. However, there was something different about him today. He seemed to be radiating with an energy stronger than what he usually carries. Maybe it was a boost in confidence, because you know that he knows how good he looks right now.

As he waved to the crowd, the crop top he was wearing rose higher, revealing a sneak peak of his abs. The crowd was going wild for all seven members, but you picked up on the intensity of the screams with each inch of skin your boyfriend revealed. As the fans around you screamed, all that you could manage to do was swallow, your mouth already going dry at the bare sight of Felix.

Somehow, the boys had gone through four songs before Felix noticed you were there. The crowd was huge, his eyes were scanning everywhere. Right as Changbin started Domino, Felix’s eyes locked onto yours. A giant smile adorned his face, but you noticed his facade drop for a split second. That joy was immediately replaced by pure shock, quickly masked so that fans couldn’t pick up on it. Slowly, his smile turned into a smirk that you knew all too well: Felix had something hidden up his sleeve.

After realizing that you were in the crowd, you noticed Felix favoring your side of the stage. Casually using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face — you knew that he was doing this on purpose. How were you going to survive the rest of the show?

The biggest red flag for you was Felix shooting a wink and blowing a kiss toward your section right before the intermission. While those around you were pretending to catch the kiss or sending some of their own, you immediately tensed up. The look in Felix’s eyes was nothing but sinister as he flirted on stage. For the next few moments, you bit your lip, trying to embrace yourself for what was next.

You always knew to trust your gut.

As the backtrack to Divine began to roll in, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. The boys came out in a new style that suited the song perfectly. You were able to make out Chan, Jeongin, and Hyunjin from your angle, but everyone else was hidden. Yet, when Felix began his lines, you wished he had stayed hidden.

Your jaw dropped open as you saw your boyfriend on the big screen. His shirt was barely held together by one button, only further teasing everyone in the audience. His honey skin was glowing under the mixture of the sun and stage-lights.

Though deeply invested in the choreography, you didn’t miss the way that Felix kept glancing your direction. It was almost as if he was trying to gauge your reaction to his bold fashion statement. There was no hiding the hunger in your eyes each time he moved even the slightest. Felix knew that he was having an impact on you, and that only encouraged him further.

The remainder of the set list was a blur to you. Each track was muffled as all of your attention was on your boyfriend. He had you entranced, and you were sure that everyone around could tell. However, to them, you simply looked like a girl infatuated with her bias. Nobody could tell that your drooling was actually due to the lewd thoughts and plans running rampant through your mind.

Some time near the end of the show, Felix was yet again in your section. The heat had Felix’s abs glistening with sweat. Supposedly to him, that wasn’t enough torture.

Already being sprayed by a few members, you mentally prepared yourself when Felix grabbed a water bottle from staff. However, Felix had no plans of drenching the crowd this time around. Raising his eyebrows in a tempting manner, he unscrewed the cap and raised his arm over his head. Rather than tossing it forward toward the crowd, he proceeded to slowly pour the water over himself, causing the crowd to go wild. His eyes only left yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure as the cool liquid kissed his warm skin.

This nonchalant seduction immediately worked wonders on you. Clenching your thighs to try to relieve some of the tension building in your core was nearly humiliating. You had to bite your lip to suppress yourself from moaning in the sea of people.

This was your final straw. You couldn’t survive any longer in the crowd with the sexual tension lingering in the air. You shot Felix a knowing glance as you pulled out your phone before slithering through the crowd.

My Love <33

Room 314.

I’m staying at the same hotel as you all.

See you soon, pretty boy (;

The longer you waited in your hotel room, the more frustrated you got. You paced around the room while waiting for a knock on your door.

Shortly after you left, the show had ended. However, a storm started right around that same time, inevitably delaying the boys in traffic. You are glad that you missed the storm — you were wet enough as it is.

The mental image of Felix’s outfit — or lack there of — kept replaying on loop. Lying in bed, you kept thinking of the water cascading down his body. The desire to climb on stage and catch the droplets running down his abs was insatiable. The growing throb between your legs on grew more obvious as your thoughts ran wild.

Just as your fingers began to creep under the thin fabric of your skirt, you heard incessant knocking at your door. Not wanting to waste a single moment, you straightened your skirt back down and bolted for the door.

The moment that you opened the door, Felix tackled you in a hug. It was clear that he immediately headed toward your room as his damp hair still smelled of sweat, rain, and something explicitly Felix. His grip tightened on you as the two of you stumbled aimlessly through the hotel room.

“Oh my God,” Felix sighed into your hair. “I cannot believe you came. You’re really here.”

He straightened his arms out, holding you back as if to make sure that you were real. His eyes were scanning your face rapidly, soaking in the reality of it all.

However, you didn’t have time for the emotional reunions right now. The only thing on your mind was satiating your desires.

Without saying a word, you crashed your lips onto his. Felix didn’t need to think twice before immediately moving his lips in sync with yours. He moaned into the kiss as you raked your fingers under his shirt to caress his abs. Though he had changed back into the crop top from earlier in the day, it was clear what your intentions were from the start.

Not breaking the kiss for even a second, Felix led you to the bed, knees buckling against the mattress. His hands slid around your thighs to hoist you up on the bed, causing a slight giggle to escape from your lips.

“Well hello to you too,” Felix teased, but he didn’t slow down. With fervor, he peeled his shirt off once more, knowing what you really wanted to see. You leaned forward using your arms for support to get a better look at your boyfriend.

“Your first impression for me today was getting half-naked on stage. God forbid I want you to rail me the second we are alone,” you pouted, rolling your eyes playfully. You weren’t typically bratty, but something about being sexually frustrated for this long is bringing it out of you.

“I think that you can do better than that,” Felix tsked. “What is it that you want from me? Ask nicely and I might give you want you want.”

He wanted you to beg as if he hadn’t been tempting you all day. In your clouded state of mind, you would do anything for him to touch you, regardless of how humiliating it may feel.

“Please Lixie,” you whined, batting your lashes at him. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“I didn’t ask about what I want. I asked what you wanted,” Felix reminded you, his gaze hardening as he tilted your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb.

His touch against your skin burned, leaving you wanting more. You leaned your face forward, trying to chase his touch, but he simply pulled away. Though, he didn’t stay away for long.

When his fingers retracted from your face, they slowly made their way to the bare skin on your thigh. The feeling of his soft fingertips pressing into your plush thighs made you flinch. Felix immediately breathed out a laugh at how sensitive you were in this moment.

“You want me to start with my fingers?” he asked, trying to encourage you to speak more.

You simply nodded, lifting your hips to relieve any bit of pressure for your neglected cunt.

“I don’t know what that means, darling. You’re going to have to use your words,” he taunted as his fingers slowly drifted higher and higher toward the hem of your skirt.

“Felix,” you whined, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and need.

“Be a good girl, now,” Felix warned, giving a tiny slap to your inner thigh, immediately sending a jolt to your core.

“Fuck, Felix. Please do something. Please touch me. I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” you babbled. Your eyes were starting to tear up the longer he left you untouched. The tears in your eyes only thrilled him further. Trying to win, you lifted your hips just enough for Felix to notice the lace underwear you had on under your clothes.

Without acknowledging your pleas, Felix lifted your skirt further up your thighs, revealing just how badly you wanted him. Very little was left to the imagination as your arousal was seeping through the white lace clinging to your cunt.

“I really got you worked up. Didn’t I, darling?” Felix sighed, his pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy leaking for him.

You hummed in agreeance, tilting your hips toward him once more, begging for some release.

Finally having pity on you, Felix allowed his fingers to make contact with your clothed heat. You whimpered at the pressure of his fingers simply resting where you needed him the most. Smirking at your reaction, he started rubbing slow circles onto your clit through the fabric. You moaned, already melting into his touch.

Not being fully satisfied with the barrier between you two, you slid your hand toward your front and pushed your panties to the side, halting Felix’s movement for a moment.

“Someone’s needy, huh?” Felix teased before looking back at your exposed core. Your pussy was glistening, begging to be touched. “You get all this wet for me?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, trying to inch closer to Felix.

“Are you sure this is all for me? Your eyes didn’t wander to any of the other boys — did they?” Felix tested you, his fingers now tracing right outside of your aching heat.

“No, Lixie. Only you. Only you can make me this wet,” you whimpered, not enjoying the teasing. “See for yourself,” you batted your lashes at him, trying to win him over.

Satisfied with your answer, Felix finally gave into your wishes. A high pitched whimper left your throat as his middle finger slid through your lips, your arousal coating his finger immediately.

When he finally reached your clit, you lost it. Your back arched as a sweet feeling blossomed in your abdomen. Felix always was good with his hands, but something about his touch in this moment was riveting. Each stroke to your clit sent electricity through your veins.

Bucking your hips in rhythm with his skilled fingers, Felix could tell that you needed more. Biting his lip, he held eye contact with you as he plunged one finger past your walls. You immediately scrunched your face in pleasure, clenching around his lone finger. You didn’t have time to process the intrusion before he started curling his finger, finding your sweet spot right away. Felix knows your body like the back of his hand.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? To fall apart in my fingers?” Felix breathed out, drunk at the sight of you making a mess already.

“Yes. Lixie — hmph — yes,” you managed to reply through broken moans.

Felix used your reply as an opportunity to add another finger in, adding a delicious stretch to his movements.

“Fuck — Lix,” you gasped, shuddering at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

“You know, you think that you’re the only one who was affected tonight,” Felix scoffed, but didn’t break his rhythm. “You think that I didn’t notice this little outfit of yours in the crowd?”

Truthfully, you were hoping he’d say something about your outfit. You carefully planned the festival-themed outfit to catch his eye. It was slightly out of your comfort zone, but the bikini-style top paired with your mini-skirt clearly was driving Felix crazy. Your walls clenched at the thought of him being turned on during the show.

“You did this on purpose. You wanted me to go crazy in front of stay,” he groaned, voice deep and gravely. “You think that I wasn’t going to notice your tits bouncing and spilling out of your shirt when you danced around?” Felix increased his speed ever so slightly, causing you to become more uncontrollably vocal.

“Can you even call that a shirt?” Felix scoffed again. “I could practically see everything from on stage. How your nipples got progressively harder throughout the show. How you tried to casually catch friction by leaning your chest on the barricade,” Felix’s words embarrassed you, but he was so right. During the show, you were trying anything to get some sense of release.

Taking his free hand, Felix roughly yanked your top down, freeing your breasts. The cold air of the hotel melding with Felix’s words caused your nipples to harden immediately.

“Fuck, your tits drive me crazy, doll,” Felix confessed, practically drooling. He licked his lips once before diving in and connecting them to your chest.

He started with open-mouth kisses to the mounds of your breasts. Though, Felix couldn’t deny himself of doing what he had been dreaming about all day. Swiftly, Felix lowered his tongue and caught your nipple between his lips. His tongue circled the bud as he lightly sucked on your chest. The hand that wasn’t preoccupied gave the other breast some much needed attention. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, only adding more to the pleasure soaring through your body.

You felt the coil in your stomach slowly building, but it was clear that you needed something else. You were so close, but your body begged for more.

“Lixie, more. More please,” you whined, riding his fingers, trying to catch your release.

Felix pulled away from your chest with a slight pop.

“Good girl. Finally learned how to use your words, huh?” he smirked.

You whimpered as Felix removed his fingers from your core. However, he was swift with his movements, not leaving you hanging for long.

Felix dug his fingers into your hips, pushing you further up the bed. Once he got you right where he wanted, he lowered himself back to your throbbing core. Licking a flat stripe up through your folds, you were immediately back in blissful heaven.

Felix didn’t wait long to go back to full speed. His two fingers found their way back through your gummy walls, instantly finding your g-spot again. As his fingers worked their magic, his tongue returned to added the much needed pleasure. His tongue kitten licked your clit in sync with the rhythm of his fingers abusing your cunt. Everything was so warm and wet — you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Lix — I’m so close,” you whined, matching your hips to the speed of his tongue.

Felix knew not to change his movements in the slightest. He continued to let his fingers drag along your walls while gently sucking on your clit. When you felt his teeth slightly graze your sensitive bud, you were pushed over the edge. Spasming against Felix’s fingers, he worked you through your orgasm.

As the bliss was fizzing out, you tried to pull away from Felix’s touch. Though he did slide his fingers out from your core, his tongue did not stop moving. He used both of his hands to hold you in place as his tongue continued to put in the work. Between the wet sounds of his tongue and the sickly sweet feeling of overstimulation, it didn’t take long for him to draw a second orgasm out of you.

You screamed out his name as your thighs shook around his head. You had to push his forehead back for him to pull away from your sweet pussy. Felix’s face glistened with your wetness. He immediately stuck out his tongue to collect any of your juices that dribbled down his chin.

Even in your sensitive state, the sight of Felix shirtless, panting, and hungry left you needing him yet again. Shakily, you leaned up, pulled him closer for a kiss. You tasted yourself on his mouth as his tongue parted your lips. The dirtiness of it all made you groan into his mouth, grabbing his pant loops to pull him even closer.

By now, his clothed erection was unmissable. The feeling of his hardening length pressing against your core was dizzying. When he moaned into the kiss as you rolled your hips against his, you made up your mind.

“Please, Lixie. Please fuck me. I’ll do anything for you, baby. Please,” you begged, rubbing your wetness against the jeans concealing his erection.

Felix sighed, knowing that he couldn’t hold back much longer either. With his hands on your hips, he effortlessly flipped you over on all fours. Not bothering to remove your skirt, he pushed it up a little further to get a good look at your ass. Groaning, Felix ripped the lace long off of your body. When you whined in retaliation, he met you with a sharp spank, stinging your exposed cheeks.

“I can buy you another pair, brat,” Felix spoke harshly as he fought with his belt.

The shuffling of jeans was the only warning that Felix gave you. Without a word, Felix grabbed your hips and shoved his entire length in. You yelped, not expecting his urgency. Thankfully, you were dripping to the point that you felt no pain, only pleasure as his length stretched you further. Felix gripped your hips as he started to slowly drag his cock along your walls.

“Do you have any clue how hard it was to not get hard in front of stay?” Felix grumbled, panting as his pace started to pick up. “I thought about bending you over right then and there. Is that what you wanted? You want the world to see how well I fuck this pussy?” Your ass was met with another harsh slap.

His words went straight to your core, and you feared that you may be close again. However, Felix recognized the fluttering of your walls and immediately pulled out.

“That soon again?” Felix taunted you. “If you’re going to come on my cock, I need to see that pretty face of yours.”

Felix flipped you on your back once more. He took in the sight of you mid sex-haze before settling between your legs again. How was he so lucky?

With the change in position, Felix grappled your legs and placed them over his shoulders. This allowed him to drill into you even deeper. When he slid into you once again, you knew that this new angle would bring you close too quickly.

Felix kissed down your legs as he began pumping into you. It didn’t take long for him to get back to the pace he originally had set. His head rested against your leg as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sweat dripping down his body reminded you of his performance earlier in the day, ripping an explicit moan from your throat.

It only took a minute or two for Felix to feel that familiar fluttering around his cock. Wanting to prolong this next orgasm, Felix leaned closer, pressing your knees to your chest. With this slight change in position, he was able to snake his hand around, making contact with your clit once more. You screamed out, immediately closing your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure building in your core.

“Nuh-uh, baby. Look at me,” Felix instructed, using his free hand to slightly tap your face.

When you opened your eyes, you didn’t know where to look. Felix’s brown eyes bored into yours as he continued to drill into you. He wanted to watch you come so badly. His desire only spurred you in further.

His lips were entrancing. They were red and shiny — he was still glistening with a mixture of your wetness and his own drool. You wanted to kiss him so badly.

Your eyes then drifted down to the chain necklace dangling over your figure. The cross pendant swung right between the swells of your breasts, almost seeming like a mockery of the sin you two were committing.

Finally, your eyes wandered down to where the two of you were connected. The sight of his thumb rubbing circles against your clit while his length pistoned your sweet spot was enough to send you over the edge. The feeling in your stomach was like nothing you had ever felt before. Your chest filled with slight panic as your orgasm was approaching.

“Felix — I —“ was all you could muster before crumbling apart. Your eyes rolled back as your juiced drenched Felix’s cock. You continued to gush as he fucked right through your squirting mess.

“Did you just? Oh, God,” Felix gasped. The sight of you making a mess beneath him was enough to send him over the edge. Gripping your calf for support, Felix’s hips halted as his cock twitched inside you. Burying himself deep, Lix filled you with his cum, panting as you milked him dry.

Both of you winced when Felix finally pulled out of you. Breathlessly, he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“I still can’t believe that you’re here,” he confessed, planting a gentle kiss to your temple.

“All of that and you still can’t believe that I am really here?” you giggled, leaning closer into his embrace. Felix playfully rolled his eyes and squeezed your shoulder.

“I think that I need to bring you on our next tour,” Felix thought aloud as he rubbed faint circles on your arm.

“Oh, yeah?” you inquired, wondering where he was going with this.

“Yeah. If I could see you in the crowd every show, I would never run out of energy on stage. You really brought something out of me today,” he confessed with a smile.

“And the after-show sex?” you teasingly added on to his proposal.

“You know that I couldn’t say no to that,” he replied with a small laugh before gently kissing you once more.

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[bobbyseyesmile]

Felix from Stray Kids, who has a kink for breeding and putting a baby in our belly

-🍾

GUYYSSSS my requests are closed but you give me these ideas and now after we all have seen Gov ball Felix 😩😩😩 i can’tttttt

so here’s a lil drabble for you hungry whores (me included) (especially me)

The second Felix walks through the front door, he knows something is wrong. Usually, the moment he gets home after being away for days, you’re attached to him before he can even take his shoes off. There are hugs and kisses and at least five minutes of you complaining about how much you missed him while simultaneously refusing to let go of him. But tonight?

Nothing.

You barely glance up from where you’re sitting at the dining table.

“Hey, baby,” he says carefully.

“Hi.”

Felix pauses. The single word immediately raises every alarm bell in his head. Slowly, he sets his bags down beside the door.

“…hi?”

You hum vaguely while scrolling through your phone, not even looking up to face him. The smile threatening to appear on his face has to be physically suppressed because he knows that tone. And he knows you. Which means whatever is happening right now is absolutely personal.

“Okay,” he says while wandering closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your answer comes far too quickly.

It makes him almost laugh, because everyone knows “nothing” actually means everything.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?” You finally look up but only for approximately two seconds before your attention returns to your phone. “Oh, I don’t know.”

Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

Felix sits down across from you, already fighting a grin. “That sounds promising.”

“Does it?”

“Not really.”

The silence that follows lasts just long enough for him to notice the way your jaw tightens. Then suddenly your phone lands face-down on the table with a loud clack.

“There were a lot of people screaming for you.”

Felix immediately looks at the ceiling because there it is- the thing that‘s been bothering you and it is somehow even funnier than he imagined.

“Ah.”

You narrow your eyes. “Ah?”

“No, continue.” His grin is getting harder and harder to hide now- you can tell. Which only makes everything worse and your mood sours even more.

“There were also a lot of videos.”

Felix nods thoughtfully. “There were.”

“And apparently everyone on the internet has collectively decided you’re the hottest man alive.”

His shoulders start shaking, just slightly. “Apparently, yeah.”

You stare at him in complete disbelief. How dare he?!

The audacity.

The confidence.

The absolute lack of survival instinct.

Then finally your frustration boils over. “Maybe I’m just slightly annoyed by the fact that everyone else suddenly gets to see what’s mine.”

Instead of apologising or falling down on his knees, begging for your forgiveness he simply… grins.

Not his usual warm Felix smile. The kind of grin that belongs on someone who’s about to become completely unbearable.

Your eyes widen. “No!” His grin grows. “Felix-” you add warningly but it grows even more. “Don’t!”

“What’s yours?” he asks innocently. The bastard.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe… explain it to me.”

You want to throw something at him. Preferably the chair. Instead, you cross your arms so tightly they practically fuse together. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“A little.”

“Nah, not even that.”

His amusement is becoming impossible to hide now. Every time he looks at you, the smile gets bigger. Every time you glare at him, he looks more pleased with himself. It’s infuriating.

“You were jealous.” The accusation lands softly, almost fondly and you immediately look away because you can feel your ears turning red.

Apparently that’s all the confirmation he needs… because the next thing you know he’s standing and walking toward you. You push your chair back and attempt to leave but Felix immediately wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you closer against him. For a second you just melt; feeling his warmth, smelling his cologne, seeing the freckles up close around his eyes…

Then he ruins it: “You should’ve heard the screaming.”

Your head snaps up so fast it almost hurts.“Excuse me?”

The look on his face is criminal. His freckles practically glow with evil while the corner of his mouth twitches suspiciously. “The crowd was really enthusiastic.”

“Felix.”

“Like, very enthusiastic.”

“FELIX!”

“One girl proposed marriage.”

You smack his chest hard enough to make the sound echo through the apartment. Felix immediately doubles over laughing while you stare at him in complete disbelief.

“You are such an asshole.”

“Actually,” he corrects thoughtfully, still grinning, “I think she said… ‘Aaaaah Felix, you are my soulmate!!!’.”

“GET OUT.”

His shoulders shake even harder. “Oh, baby, you should see your face.”

“I hate you!”

“You cried when I left for six days.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

At this point Felix is laughing so hard he can barely stand upright, which only irritates you further. You try escaping around him, but unfortunately he’s been dancing professionally for years and apparently has the reflexes of a predator.

The second you move, he moves. Your back bumps into the edge of the dining table.

“Move.”

“Don’t wanna-“

“Move!”

“Naah-“

“Felix!”

“Nope.”

You narrow your eyes, he narrows his right back. Then the idiot has the audacity to tilt his head and ask, “You know what the funniest part is?”

“What?”

“The videos are trending online.” Without breaking eye contact, he deliberately reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. You narrow your eyes again.

“No.”

“Oh yes.”

“Lee Felix.”

“I think I saved my favorite.”

You lunge immediately and Felix effortlessly lifts the phone above his head before you can even get close.

Your eye twitches.

“Give it!”

“No.”

“Give me the phone.”

“Nopeee-”

“FELIX.”

The grin stretching across his face grows wider by the second. “Oh, look at that one.”

“Don’t.”

“The water pouring over my-”

“FELIX!” You’re genuinely considering violence now- the problem is that he knows it. The even bigger problem is that he loves it.

A laugh escapes him before he finally catches both your wrists when you make another grab for the phone. The movement pulls you directly into him until you’re practically chest-to-chest, and your heart immediately decides to betray you.

Traitor.

Of course Felix notices.The smug bastard notices everything. “Aw… Baby’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Right.”

“I’m not!”

His grin softens slightly until he leans a little closer. “Then why are you pouting?”

You immediately stop pouting, unfortunately, it’s already too late. Because he’s seen it and Felix is absolutely never letting that go. Ever.

“I am not pouting.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“My face is stone-“

He hums thoughtfully as if considering your argument before eventually asking, “Should I post more abs?”

You gasp and that’s when Felix completely loses it. His forehead drops onto your shoulder while he’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

“You’re evil.”

“I know.”

“You enjoy this.”

“I do.”

At least he’s honest.

Eventually he lifts his head again, still smiling, still entirely too pleased with himself, before reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You immediately roll your eyes and Felix’s grin returns in full force.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh.”

One eyebrow rises slowly. Dangerously. “That’s how we’re behaving today?”

“Maybe.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. The kind that usually means trouble. Then he gently taps your chin. “Good.”

You blink. “What?”

For the first time since he walked through the front door, the teasing slips away. Not completely, just enough for something softer to shine through underneath.

“Missed this.” Your irritation falters while his smile softens too. Just a little. “I missed my brat.”

And just like that, all your carefully maintained jealousy begins falling apart while Felix looks entirely too satisfied with himself. He leans in until his lips rest against the shell of your ear, his voice deep and dangerous as he whispers:

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m only yours, and I’ll prove it to you when I breed that sweet pussy of yours tonight…” His hand tightens against your waist. “…over and over again until that good little fuckhole is spilling with my cum.”

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If you need me I have died and am typing from the afterlife.

[ghostintheclub]

Binnie’s Sister | Felix

Chapter Two

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Sunlight slices through the blinds in aggressive golden strips, hitting the table where plates are already half-filled with chaos: eggs that look personally offended, kimchi straight from the jar, a sad pile of fruit someone attempted to cut artistically, and a mountain of toast that’s more charcoal than bread on one side.

You shuffle in first, still drowning in Felix’s hoodie, hair a disaster, cheeks still warm from everything that happened upstairs. Felix trails right behind you, close enough that his sleeve brushes yours, but not touching. Not yet. He’s moving like he’s walking through a minefield labeled “Changbin Might Appear.”

The rest of the boys are already scattered around the island and table like a very tired boy band photoshoot gone wrong. Chan’s nursing black coffee and scrolling his phone with the thousand-yard stare of someone who mediated World War III before coffee. Minho is methodically stealing bacon from Hyunjin’s plate. Seungmin has earbuds in and is pretending none of this is his circus. Jeongin is filming something under the tabl. Hyunjin is dramatically mourning his stolen bacon.

Changbin sits dead center like a grumpy statue carved from protein powder and protective instinct. Arms crossed. Jaw set. Eyes tracking your every movement like thermal imaging.

You freeze for half a second when you see him. Felix does too. Then you both pretend it’s normal and slide onto stools at the far end of the island, maximum possible distance from Mount Changbin without actually leaving the room.

“Morning,” you mumble, reaching for orange juice like it’s a peace treaty.

Changbin grunts. It’s not a word. It’s a sound that means “I’m still deciding whether to allow oxygen in this room.”

Felix clears his throat and starts buttering toast with surgical focus. The knife scrapes louder than it should. Chan glances up, reads the tension like it’s written in neon, and decides to play referee again.

“Food’s edible,” he announces cheerfully. “Mostly. Eat before Minho claims everything with protein.”

Minho doesn’t even look up. “Already called the last egg.”

Breakfast happens in fragments. Someone passes the jam. Jeongin asks if anyone wants to see the video he just took. Seungmin finally pulls out an earbud to complain mthat the coffee tastes like regret. Normal things. Almost.

Until Felix, sweet, brave, catastrophically honest Felix, sets his fork down, takes a slow breath, and turns toward Changbin.

“Hyung.”

The entire table goes still.

Changbin doesn’t look up from his plate. “What?”

Felix swallows. His fingers twist together under the table. You feel his knee bump yours, accidental, nervous, grounding.

“I was wondering,” Felix starts, voice quieter than usual but steady, “if it would be okay with you if I took her on a date.”

Hyunjin’s fork clatters onto his plate. Jeongin chokes on juice. Minho actually pauses mid-bite. Seungmin removes both earbuds like this just became worthy of his full attention. Chan pinches the bridge of his nose so hard you worry he’ll leave marks.

Changbin slowly lifts his head. His expression is unreadable for exactly two seconds. Then one eyebrow arches. “You’re asking me?”

Felix nods once. Small. Serious. “Yeah. I am.”

Changbin leans back in his chair. Crosses his arms tighter. Studies Felix like he’s a particularly suspicious nutrition label.

You hold your breath. Felix keeps going, words careful but rushing out now that he’s started.

“I know you’re protective. I get it. I respect it. I’m not trying to sneak around or be shady or anything like that. I just,” he glances at you for half a second, soft and certain, then back to Changbin, “I really like her. And I want to do this right. So I’m asking. Directly.”

Changbin doesn’t blink. The kitchen clock ticks too loudly.Then Chan, bless him, exhausted chaotic-dad Chan, lets out a long, dramatic sigh and drops his head into his hands.

“You’re all aware she’s a grown adult, right?”

He says it to the ceiling more than anyone else.

Felix blinks. “Well yeah.”

Chan lifts his head, gesturing vaguely between you, Felix, and Changbin like he’s presenting exhibit A in court. “She’s allowed to go on dates. She’s allowed to like people. She’s allowed to kiss people,” he shoots Changbin a very pointed look, “without needing a permission slip from her brother.”

Changbin’s jaw flexes. Chan keeps going, voice dry as desert sand.

“And Felix,” he turns to the blond, who looks like he’s two seconds from spontaneous combustion, “is also allowed to ask girls out. Without getting bodied against a wall at seven in the morning.”

Felix makes a tiny, embarrassed noise.

Chan spreads both hands. “So maybe we can all just chill? For five minutes?”

Changbin stares at Chan for a long beat. You meet his eyes. Steady. Not apologetic. Just you. Something in Changbin’s face cracks. Not all the way. But enough. He exhales through his nose like he’s deflating.

“Fine,” he mutters. Grudging. Reluctant. But final.

Felix’s whole body sags in relief.

Changbin points one thick finger at him anyway. “But.”

Felix freezes mid-breath.

“Curfew,” Changbin says flatly. “Eleven. Not midnight. Not eleven-fifteen because of traffic. Eleven. Sharp.”

Felix nods so fast it’s comical. “Eleven. Got it.”

“And if you’re even one minute late,”

“I’ll text. I’ll call. I’ll carrier pigeon if I have to.”

Changbin’s mouth twitches. Almost a smile. Almost.

“And no funny business.”

Felix’s ears go nuclear pink. “Hyung,”

“I mean it.”

“No funny business,” Felix repeats solemnly, like he’s swearing on a Bible made of dumbbells.

Changbin studies him another second. “Do whatever. Just don’t be stupid.”

Felix blinks. Then smiles, small, bright, disbelieving.

“Thanks, hyung.”

Changbin grunts again. But this time it’s softer. He picks up his fork like the conversation is over.

Under the table, Felix’s pinky hooks around yours. Just for a second. You squeeze back.

Chan leans back with a tired, victorious grin.

“Finally,” he mutters into his coffee. “I can retire.”

Minho snorts. “You wish.”

Breakfast continues nd when Felix leans over a few minutes later to murmur,“So tonight?”

you smile against your orange juice.

“Tonight.”

The rest of the day passes in a slow, buzzing kind of anticipation. You catch Felix stealing glances at you across the dorm, small smiles that feel private even when everyone else is around. He disappears for an hour in the afternoon, muttering something about “reservations” and “surprises,” and comes back smelling faintly of cologne and nerves. Changbin watches him like a hawk but doesn’t say anything. Progress.

By evening, Felix is waiting by the door in dark jeans, a soft black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair pushed back just enough to look intentional. He’s fidgeting with his keys, bouncing once on his toes when you step out of Changbin’s room in the dress you’d packed just in case. Simple black, sleeveless, falls just above your knees. Nothing flashy. But the way Felix’s eyes widen and then soften makes it feel like the most important outfit you’ve ever worn.

“You look…” He trails off, swallows. “Really beautiful.”

You smile, suddenly shy. “You clean up nice too.”

He offers his hand. You take it. His fingers lace through yours like they belong there.

Changbin appears in the hallway like he was summoned by the sound of romance. Arms crossed. Eyebrow raised.

“Eleven,” he reminds Felix, voice flat.

“Eleven,” Felix repeats instantly. “I set three alarms.”

Changbin grunts. “Phone on. Location shared. No disappearing.”

“Already done, hyung.”

Changbin looks at you next. Softer, but still stern. “Text me if anything feels off.”

“I will,” you promise.

He nods once. Then, almost reluctantly, “Have fun.”

Felix exhales like he just survived a final boss fight. You squeeze his hand. He squeezes back.

The restaurant is tucked in a quieter part of the city, warm lights spilling onto the sidewalk, the smell of grilled meat and garlic hitting you the second you step inside. Korean BBQ, upscale but cozy. Private booth in the back corner. Felix had clearly called ahead; the server greets him by name and leads you straight there.

The table has the grill already heating, tongs and small dishes of banchan arranged like little jewels: kimchi, pickled radish, sesame spinach, bean sprouts. Felix pulls your chair out, then sits across from you, looking equal parts proud and terrified.

“I remembered you said you liked the spicy pork belly last time we ordered in,” he says, almost shy. “So I asked them to make sure it’s extra crispy.”

You laugh softly. “You planned this.”

“I planned the hell out of this,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

The server comes by with the meat. Felix takes over the grill like it’s second nature, flipping slices with careful focus, brushing on marinade, making sure nothing burns. Every few seconds he glances up to check if you’re okay, if you’re happy, if the smoke is bothering you. It’s sweet. Ridiculously sweet.

You eat slowly, talking about nothing and everything. The brand trip he just came back from. The way Jeongin keeps trying to prank Minho and failing spectacularly. How you’ve been stealing his hoodies even before he gave you permission. He laughs at that, bright and unguarded, and the sound settles warm in your chest.

When the last piece of galbi is gone and the grill is turned off, Felix leans forward on his elbows.

“Movie next,” he says. “You pick.”

You tilt your head. “Any movie?”

“Any movie,” he confirms. “I’m at your mercy.”

You grin. “Horror.”

His eyes widen for half a second. Then he laughs. “Of course you pick horror.”

“You said any.”

“I did. I stand by it.” He stands and offers his hand again. “Let’s go scare ourselves stupid.”

The theater is half-empty on a weeknight. You choose seats in the very back row, dead center. Felix buys popcorn large enough for four people and two sodas. When the lights drop and the trailers start, he leans over and whispers, “If you get too scared, you can hide in my hoodie.”

You elbow him lightly. “I’m not the one who yelped at the toaster last month.”

“That was one time,” he protests under his breath. “And it popped aggressively.”

The movie starts. Slow burn. Creepy music. Long, quiet shots of empty hallways. You scoot closer without thinking. Felix notices immediately; his arm slides around your shoulders, casual but deliberate. You tuck yourself against his side, head on his shoulder, one hand resting on his thigh.

The first real jump scare hits. You flinch. Hard.

Felix chuckles softly into your hair. “Told you.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, but you don’t move away.

Another scare. You grab his shirt without meaning to. He covers your hand with his, thumb stroking over your knuckles. The movie gets darker. Tension coils tighter. On screen, something moves in the shadows. You turn your face into Felix’s neck on instinct. He stills.

Then slowly, carefully, he tilts his head so his lips brush your temple. You lift your face just enough. Your noses bump. Soft. Clumsy in the dark. Then your mouths find each other.

The movie keeps playing. Someone screams on screen. Neither of you cares. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging lightly. He makes a small, helpless sound against your mouth. His free hand finds your waist, pulls you closer until you’re half in his lap, legs tangled awkwardly over the armrest.

You break for air. Foreheads pressed together. Breathing hard.

“Felix,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” His voice is wrecked. Low. Ruined.

You kiss him again instead of answering. His hand slips under the hem of your dress, fingers splaying warm against the bare skin of your thigh. Not pushing. Just holding. You shift closer anyway, pressing yourself against him until there’s no space left.

He groans quietly into your mouth when your hand slides down his chest, over his stomach, lower. Teasing the waistband of his jeans. His hips jerk up on reflex.

“Baby,” he breathes against your lips. “We’re in public.”

“I know,” you murmur. “That’s why I’m being quiet.”

He laughs, breathless, then kisses you harder like he can’t help it.

Your fingers dip just under the button of his jeans. Not undoing it. Just tracing. He shudders.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Good,” you say, and bite his bottom lip gently.

His hand tightens on your thigh, slides higher, thumb brushing the edge of your underwear. You gasp into his mouth.

The movie’s soundtrack swells. Some dramatic violin screech. Perfect cover. You rock against his hand once. Small. Subtle. Enough to make him curse under his breath in Korean.

“We should stop,” he says. Doesn’t sound convinced.

You lean in, kiss the corner of his mouth. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he admits immediately. “God no.”

“Then don’t.”

He kisses you again, hungrier this time. Hand slipping fully between your thighs, fingers pressing against you through the fabric. Slow circles. Teasing. You bite his shoulder to muffle the sound you make.

His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you close while he works you with careful, deliberate pressure. You’re shaking already. Too wound up. Too aware of every sound, every shift in the dark theater.

You slide your hand fully into his jeans and wrap around him. He jerks hard, hips bucking into your grip.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Baby, I’m..”

You stroke once. Firm. Slow.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing ragged. “Gonna come if you keep that up.”

“Good,” you whisper again.

He swears again, then kisses you like he’s drowning.

The movie ends eventually. Credits roll. Lights stay dim for a minute. You’re both wrecked. Hair messed up. Lips red. Breathing uneven. Felix pulls his hand back slowly, adjusts your dress with careful fingers. You do the same for him, zipping and buttoning like nothing happened.

He looks at you, dazed and fond.

“That was…” He laughs quietly. “Not what I planned for movie night.”

You grin. “Best date ever.”

He leans in, kisses you one more time. Soft. Sweet. Lingering.

“Still have to get you home by eleven,” he murmurs against your lips.

You check your phone. 10:42.

“Plenty of time,” you say.

He groans. “Your brother’s gonna smell the sin on me.”

You laugh. “Worth it.”

The walk back to the dorm is torture in the best way.

The night air is cool against your flushed skin, but Felix’s hand in yours is hot, thumb stroking slow circles over your knuckles like he can’t stop touching you. Every few steps he pulls you closer, presses a quick kiss to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. You’re both giggling like idiots, still buzzing from the theater, from the way his fingers had felt under your dress, from the way you’d stroked him until he was shaking and whispering desperate little pleas against your neck.

Neither of you says it out loud, but you’re both still aching. Still needy. Still wound so tight it hurts to walk straight.

The elevator ride up is worse. Felix backs you into the corner the second the doors close, kissing you deep and filthy, one hand braced on the wall beside your head, the other sliding up your thigh under your dress again. You moan into his mouth when his fingers brush where you’re already soaked through your underwear.

“Fuck,” he breathes when the elevator dings. “We need to get inside. Now.”

You stumble down the hallway laughing, breathless, hands everywhere. Felix fumbles the keycard twice before the door finally beeps open.

The dorm is dark. Quiet.

No lights in the living room. No sound from the kitchen. No Changbin sprawled on the couch doom-scrolling or doing push-ups at 10:55 like a paranoid personal trainer.

Felix freezes in the entryway, listening.

“He’s not here,” he whispers.

You grin against his neck. “Car?”

“Probably at the gym. Late session. He does that sometimes.”

You don’t waste time asking questions.

Felix kicks the door shut behind you, locks it, and then he’s on you again. Hands under your thighs, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He carries you down the hall, mouth never leaving yours, careful not to bang into anything but moving fast.

His room. Door shut. Locked.

He drops you onto the bed and you bounce once, laughing, already tugging at his shirt buttons. He yanks it off over his head in one impatient motion, hair a mess, chest rising fast. You sit up on your knees, drag him down by the belt loops, kiss him hard while your fingers work his jeans open.

He groans when you palm him through his boxers, thick and hard and leaking already.

“Been hard since the theater,” he mutters against your lips. “Couldn’t think straight.”

“Me too,” you admit, voice wrecked. You shove his jeans and boxers down just enough. He kicks them off the rest of the way while you pull your dress over your head.

No bra. Just lace panties that are basically useless at this point.

Felix stares for half a second like he’s seeing you for the first time, then dives. Mouth on your neck, your collarbone, down to your chest. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and you arch, fingers in his hair, pulling.

“Felix..please..”

He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t have the patience tonight. He hooks your panties to the side, lines himself up, and pushes in slow.

You both moan at the same time. Loud. Too loud. He stills for a second, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“So good,” you gasp. “Move. Please move.”

He does.

Slow at first, deep, rolling thrusts that make your toes curl. Then faster. Harder. The bed creaks under you. Headboard tapping the wall in a rhythm neither of you can control.

You’re loud. You can’t help it. His name keeps spilling out of your mouth like a prayer. He’s swearing in Korean and English, hips snapping, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh so tight you’ll probably have bruises tomorrow.

“Fuck, baby..you feel so..”

You clench around him on purpose. He chokes on a moan, pace stuttering.

“Gonna come,” he warns, voice breaking. “Too soon..shit..”

“Don’t stop,” you beg. “Want it. Want you to..”

The door flies open. No knock. No warning. Just Changbin in gym clothes, hair damp with sweat, gym bag still slung over one shoulder.

He freezes in the doorway. You freeze. Felix freezes mid-thrust, buried deep, eyes wide in pure terror.

For one endless second, nothing moves. Then Changbin roars. “WHAT THE FUCK.”

Felix yelps and yanks out so fast you both wince. He grabs the blanket, throws it over you like a shield, then scrambles backward until his back hits the headboard.

“Hyung..wait..waitwaitwait..”

Changbin drops his bag. It hits the floor with a thud.

“You’re dead,” he says, voice dangerously calm. “You are actually fucking dead.”

You clutch the blanket to your chest. “Binnie..”

“Don’t ‘Binnie’ me!” he bellows. “You..” he points at Felix “..in my sister. In. My. Sister.”

Felix’s face is the color of a tomato. “It’s not..we didn’t..I mean we did but..”

Changbin takes one step forward. The entire dorm wakes up.

Chan appears behind him first, hair a disaster, sleep-rumpled T-shirt. “What the hell is..” He sees. Stops. “Oh no.”

Minho next, leaning against the doorframe in boxers and an oversized hoodie, smirking like this is the best entertainment he’s had in months. “Well. This escalated.”

Hyunjin peeks over Chan’s shoulder. “Holy shit.”

Jeongin, rubbing his eyes, “Is someone dying?” Then he sees. “Oh my god.”

Changbin rounds on Felix again. “You promised. You fucking promised. No funny business. Curfew. Nothing. And you..”

Felix throws both hands up. “Hyung I swear we thought you were at the gym..”

“That makes it better?!”

Chan steps between them. “Changbin. Breathe.”

“I’m breathing. I’m breathing fire.”

Felix is still naked under the blanket he’s clutching like a lifeline. “We can talk about this..”

Changbin lunges.

Chan catches him around the waist. “Nope. Nope. Not tonight.”

Minho starts laughing so hard he has to hold onto the doorframe.

You finally find your voice. “Changbin! Stop! We’re adults!”

Changbin glares at you like you personally betrayed the family bloodline. “You’re naked. In his bed. With him inside you. I saw it.”

Felix whimpers. “Hyung please..”

Changbin points at him again. “You. Out. Now. Couch. Forever.”

Chan hauls Changbin backward. “Everyone out. Now. Let them… put clothes on.”

The doorway clears slowly. Minho winks at you before he leaves. Seungmin stops recording only when Chan glares at him.

The door shuts. Felix exhales like he’s been holding his breath for ten years.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

You laugh. Shaky. Hysterical. “He’s gonna kill you.”

Felix nods. “Yeah. Probably.”

He leans over, kisses you quick and soft despite everything.

“Worth it?” you ask.

He smiles, small and wrecked and so in love it hurts.

“Every second.”

Outside the door, you hear Changbin yelling at Chan.

“HE WAS INSIDE HER, CHAN. INSIDE.”

Chan’s tired voice: “I know. I saw.”

Felix buries his face in your neck.

“We’re never having sex in this dorm again,” he mumbles.

You laugh harder. “Challenge accepted.”

Outside the door, voices rise again.

Chan’s low, steady tone cuts through Changbin’s furious pacing.

“Bin. Binnie. Sit down before you punch a hole in the wall.”

“I’m not sitting! He was..he was..” Changbin’s voice cracks on the word, too raw to finish.

“I know what I saw,” Chan says, calm but firm. “And I know you’re freaking out. But breaking Felix’s face isn’t gonna un-see it.”

A thud. Probably Changbin’s fist hitting the wall. Not hard enough to damage anything, just enough to make a point.

“He promised,” Changbin growls. “He looked me in the eye and promised no funny business. And then he..”

“..had sex with a consenting adult,” Chan finishes for him. “Who also happens to be your sister. Yeah. I get why that’s messing with your head.”

Another thud. Softer this time. Like Changbin leaned his forehead against the wall instead.

“She’s my baby sister, Chan.” His voice drops, quieter now, almost broken. “She’s supposed to… I don’t know. Date nice guys who bring her flowers and meet the family and… not get railed in our dorm by one of my best friends.”

Chan sighs. You can picture him rubbing the back of his neck, the way he does when he’s exhausted but still trying to hold everything together.

“She’s not a kid anymore. And Felix isn’t some random asshole. You know that.”

“I know,” Changbin mutters. “I know he’s not. That’s the worst part. If he was some dickhead I could just hate him. But he’s… Felix.”

There’s a long pause.

Then Chan, softer: “You scared him half to death in there. He looked like he was gonna cry.”

“Good,” Changbin snaps, but there’s no heat behind it. Just exhaustion. “He should be scared.”

“He’s not scared of you hurting him,” Chan says. “He’s scared of you hating him. Of losing you. Of losing this whole family because he fell for her.”

Silence stretches again.

Inside the room, you and Felix are finally dressed. Sort of. Felix’s shirt is buttoned wrong. Your hair looks like you stuck your finger in a socket. But at least you’re covered.

Felix glances at the door, then at you. His eyes are huge, glassy.

“I should… go out there,” he whispers.

You grab his wrist before he can move. “Not yet. Let Chan handle it for a minute.”

He nods, but he’s shaking. Just a little.

Changbin’s voice again, rougher. “I just… I keep seeing it. Over and over. And I want to throw up. Or punch something. Or both.”

“I know,” Chan says quietly. “But you can’t control who she loves. And you can’t control who loves her back. You can only control how you react now.”

A heavy exhale. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Then trust that Felix won’t hurt her,” Chan replies. “Because if anyone’s gonna protect her with his life, it’s him. You’ve seen it. Every time she’s around, he lights up like the sun personally chose him. He’s careful with her. Gentle. The way you’d want someone to be with your sister.”

Changbin doesn’t answer right away. “I hate this.”

“I know,” Chan says again. “But hating it won’t change it. So what are you gonna do? Keep screaming? Or talk to them like adults?”

Finally, Changbin mutters, “I need a minute. Or ten. Or a year.”

Chan chuckles, tired but fond. “Take ten. Then come back in. Yell if you have to. Just… don’t throw punches. We need him for comeback stages.”

Changbin snorts. It’s weak, but it’s there.

Footsteps retreat down the hall. Changbin, probably heading to the living room to pace or lift weights until he calms down.

Chan knocks softly on the door.

“You two decent?”

Felix clears his throat. “Yeah. Come in.”

The door opens. Chan steps inside, closes it behind him, leans back against it like he’s physically blocking the rest of the dorm from intruding.

He looks between you both. Takes in the rumpled bed, the mismatched buttons, the way Felix is standing half behind you like you’re his human shield.

Chan exhales through his nose.

“Okay,” he says. “First: no one died. That’s a win.”

Felix makes a small, strangled noise.

Chan points at him. “You. Breathe. You’re not getting murdered tonight. Probably.”

Felix nods frantically.

Chan turns to you. “You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. Embarrassed. But okay.”

“Good.” He rubs his face with both hands. “Look. Changbin’s… processing. He’s not gonna come in here swinging. Not right now. But he’s hurt. And scared. And yeah, seeing his little sister like that was probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.”

You wince.

Chan softens. “He’ll come around. He loves you. And he loves Felix. It’s just gonna take time for his brain to catch up to his heart.”

Felix finally speaks, voice small. “I didn’t mean to… disrespect him. Or her. Or anyone. I just..”

Chan cuts him off gently. “I know. And he knows too. Deep down. Give him space tonight. Sleep on the couch if you have to. Or crash in my room. But don’t disappear on him. He needs to see you’re still here. Still part of this family.”

Felix nods again, eyes shiny. “I will.”

Chan looks at you last. “And you. Talk to him tomorrow. Not tonight. Let him cool off. But don’t hide. He’s your brother. He’s gonna want to hear it from you that you’re happy. And safe.”

You swallow. “I will.”

Chan pushes off the door. “Alright. I’m gonna go make sure no one’s filming this for TikTok. Minho’s probably already editing a highlight reel.”

He pauses with his hand on the knob.

“And… maybe keep it in your pants for the next forty-eight hours? Just as a personal favor to my blood pressure.”

Felix flushes scarlet. “Yes, hyung.”

Chan gives a tired salute and slips out.

The door closes again. You and Felix stand there, still holding hands.

He looks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You shake your head, step closer, wrap your arms around his waist.

“Don’t be,” you murmur into his chest. “We’ll figure it out.”

He hugs you back so tight it almost hurts.

“I really like you,” he says against your hair. “Like… a lot. More than I know what to do with.”

You smile into his shirt. “Same.”

He pulls back just enough to kiss your forehead. Soft. Careful.

“We should probably… fix the bed. And maybe open a window. It smells like guilt and sex in here.”

You laugh. Quiet. Tired. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

The next morning hits like a hangover without the fun part first.

Felix slept on the couch last night. You offered to join him, but he shook his head, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “Let me take the punishment. I earned it.”

You woke up alone in his bed, sheets still smelling like him and guilt.

Changbin’s door is cracked when you walk by. You don’t knock. You just push it open slowly, like you’re entering a lion’s den with a steak instead of a weapon.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. Gym bag unzipped beside him, weights scattered like he tried to lift his feelings away and gave up halfway. He’s in the same hoodie from last night, sleeves pushed up, forearms tense.

He doesn’t look up right away.

You step inside. Close the door behind you. Lean against it.

“Binnie.”

His shoulders stiffen.

Silence stretches so long you think he might not speak at all. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m still pissed.” He finally lifts his head. Eyes red-rimmed. Not from crying, Changbin doesn’t cry, but from not sleeping. From staring at the ceiling replaying the nightmare on loop. “And I don’t want to yell at you.”

“Then don’t.” You cross the room, sit on the floor in front of him, back against the wall, knees drawn up. Close enough to talk. Far enough he doesn’t feel cornered. “Just talk.”

He exhales hard through his nose. Rubs his face with both hands.

“I saw you last night,” he says, voice low. “Not just… that. I saw how you looked at him. How he looked at you. Like you’ve been doing this for longer than I knew.”

You don’t deny it. “We have.”

He flinches like the words physically hit him.

“How long?”

“A while. Before the airport pickup. Before the hoodie. It just… happened. Slowly. Then all at once.”

Changbin nods once. Slow. Like he’s processing poison.

“I should’ve seen it.”

“You weren’t supposed to.”

He laughs, bitter and short. “That’s my job. Seeing things. Protecting you. Always has been.”

He leans forward, forearms on his thighs, hands clasped so tight the knuckles go white.

“You remember when you were six and that kid on the playground pushed you off the swing? Split your lip. I carried you home on my back the whole way, telling you stories about superheroes so you’d stop crying. Mom was at work. Dad was on a business trip. It was just me.”

You nod. You remember.

“Or when you were twelve,” he continues, voice cracking just a little, “and those girls at school were being shitty about your braces? I showed up at the gate every day after practice, waited for you, walked you home even though it was out of my way. Told them if they looked at you wrong again I’d bench-press their backpacks.”

A tiny, reluctant smile tugs at your mouth. “You did.”

“Yeah.” He looks at you now, really looks. Eyes shiny. “And when you were fifteen and that guy asked you to the school dance but only because he lost a bet? I found out. I sat him down. Had a very calm, very polite conversation about how he was gonna treat my sister like she hung the moon or he was gonna regret ever learning how to speak.”

You remember that too. The guy ghosted after. You were relieved.

Changbin’s voice drops lower. “Every time you fell. Every time someone hurt you. Every time you needed someone to stand between you and the world. It was me. That’s my job. That’s who I am to you.”

He pauses. Swallows hard.

“And last night… I couldn’t protect you from that. From him. From whatever this is. I walked in and saw my baby sister getting..” He stops. Can’t say it. “And I felt like I failed. Like all those years of watching out for you, and the one time it really mattered, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t… enough.”

Your throat tightens. You scoot closer, rest your chin on his knee like you used to when you were little.

“You didn’t fail.”

He looks down at you, eyes glassy. “Feels like I did.”

“You raised me to be strong. To know what I want. To go after it. Felix isn’t some random guy who tricked me. He’s kind. He’s careful. He’s good to me. And yeah, he’s one of your members. But he’s also the guy who texts me good morning every day. Who remembers I hate mushrooms. Who held me last night like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.”

Changbin closes his eyes.

“I know he’s good,” he mutters. “That’s why it hurts more. If he was trash I could hate him. Punch him. Move on. But he’s Felix. And you’re you. And now you’re… together. And I have to figure out how to be okay with that.”

You reach up, cover his hand with yours.

“You don’t have to be okay with it today. Or tomorrow. Just… don’t shut me out. Don’t shut him out. We’re still us. You’re still my big brother. That doesn’t change.”

He turns his hand over. Squeezes yours. Hard. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“I love you,” he says, voice thick. “More than anything. Always have. Always will.”

“I know.” You squeeze back. “I love you too. And I’m happy. Really happy. With him.”

Changbin nods slowly. Once. Twice.

Then he pulls you up, wraps his arms around you in the biggest, tightest hug. The kind that smells like gym sweat and laundry detergent and home.

“Don’t make me like him too much,” he mumbles into your hair. “I still need someone to threaten.”

You laugh against his chest. Wet. Relieved.

“Deal.”

He holds you a minute longer. Then lets go. Wipes his eyes quick, like you didn’t see.

“Tell him to come talk to me later,” he says gruffly. “After I shower. And eat. And maybe do a thousand push-ups.”

“Okay.”

“And if he hurts you..”

“I’ll let you kill him,” you finish.

Changbin huffs a small laugh. The first real one since last night.

“Damn right.”

You stand up. Head toward the door.

“Hey.”

You turn back.

He’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time in years. Not a kid anymore. Not his little shadow. A person. With choices. With love.

“I’m proud of you,” he says quietly. “Even if I’m shit at showing it right now.”

Your chest aches in the best way.

“Thanks, Binnie.”

He nods. You slip out.

In the hallway, Felix is waiting. Leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, looking like he hasn’t slept in a decade. You walk straight to him. Wrap your arms around his waist.

“He’s not gonna murder you,” you murmur.

Felix exhales like he’s been holding the breath since last night.

“Yet,” he whispers.

“Yet,” you agree.

He hugs you back. Tight.

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[ghostintheclub]

Sunset | Felix Yongbok

Chapter Thirteen

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The ride back to the hotel is quiet.Noeul is slumped against Felix’s chest in the back seat, her Minnie ears tilted sideways, Bbokari clutched tight in her arms. Her eyes are heavy, but she keeps fighting sleep, little whimpers slipping out every time the van hits a bump. The adrenaline from the show and the long day has finally crashed hard.

By the time you reach the suite, she’s cranky, the kind of exhausted cranky that only a five-year-old who’s been going nonstop can be.

“I don’t wanna go to bed,” she mumbles as Felix carries her inside, voice whiny and small. “I’m not tired.”

Felix winces when he shifts her weight because his hip is clearly still hurting, but he doesn’t complain. He just kisses the top of her head. “I know, princess. But you were such a big helper tonight. You deserve the best sleep ever.”

Minho is already waiting in the living area with the cat carrier. Miso is curled up inside, looking much calmer than she did earlier.

Noeul’s face brightens for a second when she sees them. She wiggles until Felix sets her down, then toddles over on tired legs.

“Bye, Miso,” she says, poking a finger through the bars. Her voice is soft but wobbly with exhaustion. “You were a good kitty. Lee Know is gonna take you to the cat café now so you can have more friends.”

Miso meows quietly. Noeul leans her forehead against the carrier for a second.

Minho crouches down beside her. “You did a really good job today. She’s not scared anymore because of you.”

Noeul nods, but her bottom lip starts to tremble. “Can I come with you?”

Minho shakes his head gently. “Not tonight, little one. It’s way past your bedtime and Miso needs to settle in. But I’ll send you pictures tomorrow, okay?”

Noeul’s face crumples. The exhaustion, the missed stage moment, the long day, everything hits at once. Big fat tears spill down her cheeks.

“But I want to go,” she cries, voice cracking. “I want to stay with Miso and the kitties…”

Felix is there instantly, lowering himself carefully to the floor despite the pain in his hip. He pulls her into his lap, hugging her close.

“Hey, hey, princess,” he murmurs, rocking her gently. “I know. You did such a good job today. You were so brave and kind to Miso. I’m really proud of you.”

She buries her face in his neck, sobs shaking her small body. “But I wanted to go on stage with you and now Miso is leaving too…”

You sit beside them, rubbing her back. Minho gives you both a quiet nod and slips out with the carrier, giving your family space.

Felix holds her tighter, voice soft but steady even though you can see how much his hip is hurting.

“When we get home to Korea,” he says, pressing a kiss to her hair, “we’re going to get you your very own kitten. Okay? A real one that lives with us all the time. You can name her whatever you want and she’ll sleep in your room and you can take care of her every single day.”

Noeul sniffles, peeking up at him with wet eyes. “Really? My own kitty?”

“Really,” Felix promises, brushing tears off her cheeks with his thumb. “We’ll pick her out together. She can be your best friend.”

She hiccups, still crying but calmer now. “Can she be gray like Miso?”

“Any color you want,” he says. “Gray, orange, black and white, whatever makes you happy.”

Noeul nods slowly, leaning her head on his shoulder again. Her sobs turn into tired little sniffles.

You meet Felix’s eyes over her head. He looks exhausted, in pain, and emotionally drained, but the love in his gaze when he looks at her is brighter than any stage light.

You mouth “thank you” to him. He gives you a small, tired smile and mouths back, “Always.”

Noeul’s breathing finally evens out against his chest. She’s out cold, worn out from the longest, biggest day of her little life.

Felix stays on the floor a moment longer, holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, which, to him, she is.

The morning they leave for Dallas, Noeul is already clinging to your leg before anyone has even packed the last bag.

“I don’t wanna fly,” she says, voice small and wobbly. “My ears go pop-pop and it hurts and I don’t like it.”

Felix is trying to zip her little suitcase, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. His hip is still bothering him from the other day, and the lack of sleep isn’t helping. He crouches down slowly, wincing, and tries to smile.

“It’ll be okay, princess. Daddy will sit right next to you the whole time. We’ll hold hands and chew gummies and..”

Noeul shakes her head, eyes already shiny with tears. “I don’t want to.”

Minho walks in from the hallway at that exact moment, backpack slung over one shoulder, carrying the now-empty cat carrier Miso had been in. He sees Noeul’s face and drops to one knee right away.

“Hey, tiny one,” he says gently. “You scared of the plane again?”

She nods, lip trembling. “It’s loud and my ears hurt last time.”

Minho nods like he completely understands. “Yeah, that part isn’t fun. But you know what? This plane is a special one for us. It’s quieter than the last one, and I brought the best noise-canceling headphones just for you. Plus, I’ll sit right there and you can hold my hand the whole time if you want. And if your ears start to feel funny, we’ll do the chewing trick together and count to thirty, okay?”

Noeul sniffles, but she’s listening. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Minho says, holding out his pinky. “Kitty honor.”

She hooks her tiny pinky with his and gives a tiny nod. “Okay… I’ll try.”

Felix watches the whole exchange from a few feet away. His jaw tightens. He doesn’t say anything, but you can see it, the flicker of hurt, the way his shoulders stiffen. His own daughter had been melting down for him, but the second Minho stepped in with that calm, steady voice, she calmed right down. It stings.

You reach over and squeeze Felix’s hand, but he just gives a small, tight smile and turns back to the suitcase.

At the airport, the private jet is waiting. Noeul sticks close to Minho the whole walk through security, holding his hand instead of Felix’s. Felix doesn’t comment, but his limp is still noticeable and his mood is clearly off.

When it’s time to board, Noeul looks up at Minho with big eyes.

“Can I sit with you?” she asks, voice hopeful.

Minho glances at Felix for half a second, then back at her. “If it’s okay with Daddy and Mommy.”

Felix’s jaw flexes, but he forces a nod. “Yeah. Go ahead, princess.”

Noeul beams and climbs into the seat next to Minho, already asking him if she can pick the movie on his iPad.

Felix settles into the row across from them with you, quiet. He stares out the window as the plane starts to taxi, one hand rubbing his sore hip absently.

You lean your head on his shoulder. “She still loves you more than anything, you know that, right?”

He exhales through his nose. “I know. It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. She’s five and scared of the plane and Minho just… knows how to talk to her sometimes.” His voice drops. “Doesn’t make it feel any better when she picks him over me.”

You squeeze his hand. “She didn’t pick him over you. She just needed someone calm right now. And you’re carrying a lot, the pain, the show, everything with the company. She feels safe with all of us.”

Felix nods, but he doesn’t look convinced. He watches Noeul across the aisle as she leans into Minho’s side, already giggling at something on the screen, her earlier tears completely gone.

The plane lifts off smoothly. Noeul doesn’t cry once.

The plane had been in the air for about an hour when Noeul suddenly perked up in her seat next to Minho. She unbuckled her seatbelt with his quiet help and toddled across the aisle, climbing straight into Felix’s lap without asking.

Felix blinked, surprised, but his arms came around her right away. His hip was still sore, but having her close seemed to ease something in him.

“Hi, princess,” he said softly. “You okay?”

Noeul nodded, then looked up at him with big, serious eyes.

“Daddy,” she said, “tell me everything about Texas.”

Felix’s eyebrows rose. “Everything?”

“Everything,” she confirmed, nodding hard. “Are there real cowboys there? With hats and horses?”

Felix smiled, the crankiness from earlier melting off his face. “Yeah, there are cowboys. Some wear big hats and boots. And yes, there are horses.”

Noeul’s eyes widened. “Do they ride the horses to the store? Like to buy milk and bread?”

Felix let out a soft laugh. “Not usually. They mostly drive cars or trucks now. But sometimes on ranches they still ride horses to check on the animals.”

Noeul thought about that for a second, then asked, “Are there bulls? Like angry ones that go ‘moo’ really loud?”

“There are bulls,” Felix said patiently. “Especially on farms and rodeos. They can be pretty big and strong.”

She gasped. “Do the cowboys ride the bulls?”

“Some do,” Felix told her. “It’s called bull riding. It’s very brave… and a little bit crazy.”

Noeul giggled, then tilted her head. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Is Sandy from SpongeBob really from Texas?”

Felix grinned, unable to hold back a laugh this time. “Yes, she is. She’s from Texas. That’s why she has the accent and loves her lasso.”

Noeul looked extremely satisfied with this answer. “I knew it. She says ‘y’all’ sometimes.”

You watched them from the seat beside Felix, heart warm. Noeul kept firing questions, “Do they have really big stars in the sky in Texas?” “Can we see a real cowboy hat?”, and Felix answered every single one with endless patience, his voice gentle and full of love.

The earlier tension in his shoulders had completely disappeared. He looked happy. Really happy. Like this, answering his daughter’s random, endless questions about a state she’d never been to, was exactly what he needed.

At one point Noeul yawned big and snuggled deeper into his chest. “Daddy?” she mumbled sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“When we get to Texas… can we look for Sandy Cheeks?”

Felix chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “We can definitely look for her.”

The questions finally slowed somewhere over the middle of nowhere. Now her head was getting heavier against his chest. Her little legs, which had been swinging restlessly, stilled. Bbokari was squished between them, one of her hands still loosely curled around Felix’s hoodie.

“Daddy?” she mumbled, voice thick and sleepy.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Texas sounds… big.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It is big. But not as big as how much I love you.”

Noeul made a tiny, satisfied hum. Her eyes fluttered once, twice, then slipped closed completely. Within seconds her breathing evened out, deep and steady, her whole body going soft and heavy in his lap.

Felix didn’t move.

He just sat there, one arm wrapped securely around her back, the other resting gently on her leg like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. The plane hummed quietly around them. The cabin lights were low. Outside the window, the sky was a soft, endless blue.

The tension that had been living in his shoulders since the company said no to the stage appearance, since his hip flared up, since Noeul had reached for Minho instead of him earlier, it had melted away. His face was soft in a way it rarely got to be lately. The corner of his mouth was turned up in the smallest, gentlest smile, and his eyes stayed fixed on her sleeping face like he was memorizing every eyelash, every freckle, every tiny breath.

You watched him from the seat beside them, heart so full it almost hurt.

This was the Felix you fell in love with all over again every single time, not the idol on stage, not the frustrated man arguing with managers, but the dad who would sit perfectly still for hours if it meant his daughter could sleep on him.

He caught you looking and turned his head just enough to meet your eyes. The smile deepened, small and private and full of everything he didn’t have to say out loud.

You reached over and brushed your fingers lightly over his arm.

He mouthed, “I love you.” You mouthed it back.

Noeul made a soft, sleepy sound and nuzzled closer to his chest. Felix adjusted his hold automatically, careful, protective, like she was still brand new even though she was growing so fast.

For the rest of the flight he barely moved. He just held her, cheek resting gently against her hair, looking more at peace than he had in weeks.

Felix hadn’t moved in almost forty minutes. His bad hip was probably screaming at him, but he didn’t seem to care. He just kept one arm wrapped protectively around her back, the other hand gently stroking her hair, his eyes soft and content in a way that made your chest feel too full.

You were watching them both when he suddenly turned his head toward you. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear so his voice stayed just for you.

“What if we give her a little brother or sister?”

You froze. Your eyes went wide as you pulled back just enough to look at him. He was already smiling, that quiet, dimpled, heart-stopping smile that always made your stomach flip, even after all this time.

“Felix…” you whispered, stunned.

He didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile grew a little wider, a little more sure.

“What?” he murmured, voice low and warm. “We make great kids.”

You stared at him, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it over the engines. Noeul shifted in his lap with a tiny sleepy sigh, and Felix automatically adjusted his hold, rocking her gently without ever looking away from you.

“I’m serious,” he said softly. “Look at her. She’s perfect. And we’re… we’re good at this. Even when it’s hard. Even when I’m limping around and arguing with managers and we’re living out of suitcases. We still made this.” His thumb brushed over Noeul’s back. “I keep thinking about it lately. About giving her someone to boss around. Someone else to love the way we love her.”

Your throat felt tight. You reached up and touched his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips.

“You really want that?” you whispered.

“I really do.” His eyes were bright, hopeful, a little nervous in the best way. “Not right this second. Not in the middle of tour. But… someday soon. When we’re home. When things feel a little more steady.” He leaned in again, forehead resting gently against yours. “I want more of this. More of us. A whole house full of little ones who look like you and laugh like her.”

Noeul made another soft sound in her sleep and nuzzled closer to his chest. Felix smiled down at her, then back at you, eyes shining.

“We already make the best team,” he whispered. “Imagine what we could do with one more.”

You didn’t answer with words.

You just leaned in and kissed him, slow, deep, and full of every feeling you didn’t have the space to say out loud right now. When you pulled back, your forehead stayed pressed to his.

The Texas heat hits like a wall the second the plane door opens. It’s thick, sticky, and so humid that Noeul’s curls immediately frizz up as you step out onto the jet bridge. She wrinkles her nose and clings tighter to Felix’s hand.

“It’s so hot, Daddy,” she complains, already sounding grumpy. “Like inside a dragon’s mouth.”

Felix laughs, but it’s tired. His limp is still noticeable as he helps her down the stairs to the waiting van. “Welcome to Texas, princess. It’s always like this in the summer.”

The drive to the hotel is quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Noeul’s occasional sleepy questions about cowboys. By the time you pull up to the sleek downtown hotel, everyone is sticky with sweat and ready for a shower and real beds.

That’s when the front desk drops the bomb. The manager looks mortified as he checks the system again. “I’m so sorry, there was a system glitch with the group block. We only have two suites available tonight instead of three. We can try to comp you, but right now we don’t have a third room ready until tomorrow afternoon.”

Felix’s jaw tightens. You can see the flash of frustration cross his face, the hip pain, the long flight, the company stress, all of it bubbling up.

Minho and Han, who had been standing behind you with their bags, exchange a quick glance.

Han shrugs. “We can bunk up. No big deal.”

Minho nods. “Our suite has two bedrooms and a pull-out couch. Plenty of space for the three of you plus us. We’ll make it work.”

Felix looks like he wants to argue, but Noeul is already half-asleep on his shoulder and the heat is making everyone irritable. He sighs and runs a hand through his damp hair.

“Yeah. Okay. Thank you.”

The elevator ride up is silent except for the soft ding of the floors. When you finally step into the suite, it’s nice, modern, big windows overlooking the city, but it’s clearly meant for four people, not five plus a cranky toddler.

Noeul lifts her head groggily. “Where’s my bed?”

Felix sets her down gently. “We’re all sharing tonight, bug. It’ll be like a big sleepover.”

She looks around, eyes wide. “With Lee Know and Uncle Hannie?”

Han grins and flops dramatically onto the pull-out couch. “Yep. You get the best roommate in the world. I snore like a dragon, but I also tell the best bedtime stories.”

Minho is already unpacking the cat treats he’d brought for Miso earlier, quiet and calm as always. “We’ll make the second bedroom yours and your parents’. Couch is mine. Han can take the floor if he keeps talking.”

Han gasps in mock offense. “Rude.”

Noeul giggles despite how tired she is. The sound eases some of the tension in Felix’s shoulders. He glances at you, then at the two members who immediately started making space without being asked.

You catch his hand and squeeze once. “It’s only one night. We’ll survive.”

He nods, but you can tell he’s still a little rattled, the control he usually tries to keep over everything keeps slipping lately. Still, when Noeul tugs on his shirt and asks if she can sleep with Bbokari and her new Pluto plush, he melts instantly.

“Yeah, princess. Whatever you want.”

Within twenty minutes the suite has been rearranged. Noeul is in the big bedroom with you and Felix, curled up in the middle of the king bed with both plushies. Minho has claimed the couch with a pillow and blanket, and Han is dramatically declaring the floor “perfectly comfortable” while setting up a little blanket fort.

Felix stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Noeul already drifting off again, and lets out a long breath.

“Texas is off to a great start,” he mutters, voice dry.

You step behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back.

“It’s not perfect,” you whisper. “But we’re all together. That’s what matters.”

He turns in your arms and kisses you softly, the kind of kiss that says thank you and I’m sorry and I love you all at once.

From the living area you hear Han whisper-yell, “If anyone snores, I’m kicking them out the window. Texas style.”

Minho’s deadpan reply, “You snore the loudest, Jisung.”

Noeul giggles sleepily from the bed.

Felix smiles against your lips, small and tired but real.

“Guess we’re doing this,” he murmurs.

You nod. “Guess we are.”

The next morning in Dallas feels like stepping into a sauna. The Texas sun is already beating down hard by the time everyone piles into the hotel parking lot with their bags and water bottles. Noeul is half-asleep on Felix’s shoulder, still in her pajamas under a hoodie because she refused to change until the last second. You’re carrying her backpack and your own, trying to keep everyone moving toward the waiting black van.

The driver starts the engine. It coughs once. Twice. Then it dies with a pathetic sputter and a thin curl of smoke from under the hood.

Everyone freezes. The driver pops the hood and stares at the engine like it personally betrayed him. Management is already on the phone, voices sharp and stressed as they try to get a replacement vehicle sent ASAP.

“You can’t sit inside,” one of the staff says quickly, waving you all back. “It’s already like an oven in there. We’ll wait out here.”

The shade from the hotel awning is barely enough. The air is thick, sticky, and so humid that Noeul’s curls start frizzing instantly. Felix shifts her weight carefully, his hip is still clearly bothering him, and sets her down on the curb beside you.

Noeul rubs her eyes, already cranky from the broken sleep and the sudden stop.

“I’m hot,” she whines, kicking her little feet against the pavement. “And I want ice cream.”

Felix crouches down beside her, trying to stay patient. “We’ll get some later, princess. The new van is coming soon.”

“But I want it now,” she says, voice getting louder. “Strawberry with sprinkles. The big cone. Like at Disneyland.”

You kneel next to her, fanning her face with your hand. “Baby, it’s too hot to eat ice cream right now. It would melt before we even open it. Let’s just wait a little bit, okay?”

Noeul’s bottom lip trembles. The heat, the long flight yesterday, the excitement and then disappointment of not going on stage, the crowded suite last night, it all crashes together at once.

“I want ice cream!” she wails, tears spilling over. “I want it right now! I hate Texas! It’s too hot and I hate it!”

She drops to the ground dramatically, kicking her legs and sobbing loud enough that a couple of hotel guests glance over. Bbokari tumbles out of her arms and she cries even harder.

Felix looks wrecked. His jaw is tight, pain and exhaustion and frustration all mixing on his face as he tries to pick her up. She flails, not wanting to be held.

“Princess, please..” he starts, voice strained.

“I WANT ICE CREAM!” she screams, face red and splotchy.

Minho appears from behind the van with a bottle of cold water he’d grabbed from inside. He crouches down and presses the cool bottle gently to her cheek.

“Hey, tiny one,” he says calmly. “I know it’s hot. I hate it too. But yelling won’t make the van come faster. Take a sip and we’ll get you something cold as soon as we can, okay?”

Noeul hiccups, still crying, but she takes the bottle and clutches it like a lifeline. The meltdown doesn’t stop completely, but it quiets to sniffly sobs instead of full screaming.

Felix watches Minho calm her down in seconds and you see the flicker of that same hurt from yesterday cross his face again. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands up slowly, wincing at his hip, and turns away to talk to the manager about how long the new vehicle will take.

You rub Noeul’s back while she leans against Minho, still sniffling. The replacement van is supposedly fifteen minutes away, but it already feels like an hour. Everyone is standing in the thin strip of shade from the hotel awning, fanning themselves with whatever they can find. Noeul has finally stopped crying, but she’s still sniffling and leaning heavily against your leg, clutching her water bottle like it’s the only thing keeping her from melting into the pavement.

Felix is a few feet away, leaning against a concrete pillar with his arms crossed. He hasn’t said much since the van broke down. His jaw is tight, his cap pulled low, and every time he shifts his weight you can see the small wince from his still-sore hip. He’s not pacing, not snapping at the staff, he’s just… standing there, staring at the ground like the asphalt holds all the answers.

Minho notices. He hands the now-empty cat carrier to one of the staff, then walks over casually, stopping beside Felix like they’re just two guys waiting for a bus.

“You okay?” Minho asks, voice low enough that it doesn’t carry.

Felix doesn’t look at him right away. He keeps his eyes on the ground for a long second.

“I’m fine,” he mutters. Then, quieter, almost under his breath, “It just feels like maybe you should raise my kid with Ivy instead of me.”

The words hang there in the thick, humid air. Minho turns his head slowly, one eyebrow lifting. He studies Felix for a beat, then lets out a short, dry laugh, not mean, just surprised.

“Nah,” he says simply. “I’m just the cool uncle.”

Felix finally glances over, eyes guarded.

Minho shrugs, leaning back against the pillar beside him. “I like hanging with her. She’s funny and she doesn’t expect me to have all the answers. But I’m not trying to take your place, man. That’s your job. I’m just the guy who shows up with snacks and cat facts.”

He pauses, then adds, almost casually, “Plus I’m into Han. No offense to Ivy.”

Felix blinks. The tension in his shoulders cracks just a little. “Wait… what?”

Minho’s mouth twitches into a tiny smirk. “You heard me. I’m not trying to co-parent with your fiancée. I’ve got my own… complicated situation to figure out.”

Felix stares at him for another second, then lets out a short, tired laugh and rubs a hand over his face. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Minho says, still casual. “So relax. I’m not stealing your family. I’m just the cool uncle who happens to be really good at calming down tired five-year-olds in hundred-degree heat.”

Felix exhales, long and slow, some of the rigid frustration finally draining out of him. He looks over at you and Noeul, she’s now sitting on the curb drawing invisible pictures on the ground with her finger, and his expression softens.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I’m being stupid. It’s just… everything lately. The company, the hip, the stage thing, and then she goes straight to you when she’s upset. It hits different.”

Minho nods once, understanding without needing more explanation. “She loves you, Lix. She just needed someone who wasn’t also hurting and frustrated in that moment. Doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong.”

Felix is quiet for a long beat. Then he bumps Minho’s shoulder lightly with his own.

“Thanks,” he mutters. “For looking out for her. For all of us.”

Minho shrugs again, like it’s nothing. “That’s what family does.”

Across the lot, a black van finally turns in. Noeul looks up hopefully, already asking if there will be ice cream at the next stop. Felix straightens, wincing at his hip, but he forces a small smile for her.

Everyone piles in with audible sighs of relief as the cool air blasts over sticky skin and flushed faces. Noeul scrambles into her booster seat between you and Felix, already looking brighter. She kicks her little legs happily and presses her face to the window, watching the city roll by.

“Daddy,” she says, voice full of fresh wonder, “where are the cowboys?”

Felix smiles, the first real, soft one you’ve seen from him all morning. “They’re out there somewhere, princess. Texas has lots of ranches and farms. Some cowboys still wear the big hats and ride horses.”

Noeul’s eyes go huge. “Real horses? Not just in pictures?”

“Real ones,” he confirms, brushing a curl behind her ear. “Big and strong.”

She bounces in her seat. “Can we see horses? Please? After practice? I want to pet one. And maybe it can wear a hat like the cowboys!”

Felix glances at you, a tired but genuine smile tugging at his mouth. His hip is still clearly hurting, but the simple excitement in her voice seems to ease something in him.

“Maybe,” he says. “If we finish practice early and everyone’s not too tired, we can try to find a place with horses. Sound good?”

Noeul nods so hard her whole body shakes. “Yes! I’ll be super quiet during practice so we can go fast. And I’ll say please to the horse. And I’ll share my gummies with it!”

Felix laughs quietly, the sound warm and low. “You’re the best negotiator I know.”

She beams and settles back, already humming her off-key “Chk Chk Boom” again, the earlier meltdown completely forgotten now that cool air and the promise of real horses are on the table.

You slip your hand into Felix’s and squeeze once. He squeezes back, leaning his head against the window for a second, eyes closing like he’s letting himself breathe.

The van glides smoothly through Dallas traffic, the city skyline growing taller outside the tinted windows. Noeul chatters happily the whole way, asking what color the horse should be, whether it will let her ride it, and if cowboys say “howdy” in real life.

Felix answers every single question with endless patience, even though you can see the faint lines of pain around his eyes. But he’s smiling. Really smiling.

The practice room in Dallas is air-conditioned, but the atmosphere feels heavier than the Texas heat outside. Noeul is sitting on a folding chair near the mirrors with you, legs swinging, Bbokari on her lap and a juice box in her hand. She’s happily humming and waving at Felix every time he looks her way.

Felix is not okay. His limp has gotten noticeably worse. Every sharp turn, every low drop into the choreography makes him wince, his face tightening for a split second before he forces the idol smile back on. He’s trying, really trying, to push through the full setlist, but the pain is obvious to anyone watching closely. Chan notices first. He calls a quick break after the second run and pulls Felix aside, voice low but firm.

“You’re favoring that hip bad. Sit down. We’re getting the doctor.”

Felix tries to brush it off. “I’m fine. It’s just tight from the flight.”

Chan doesn’t budge. “You’re not fine. Sit.”

The tour doctor arrives within minutes, a calm, no-nonsense woman who’s traveled with them before. She has Felix sit on a bench and carefully examines the hip, pressing, rotating, asking where it hurts most.

Felix hisses through his teeth when she finds the spot.

“Muscle strain,” she says after a few minutes. “Possibly a mild tear. You need to limit use as much as possible. No full choreography today. We’ll adjust the formation so you can mark it or walk through the parts that aggravate it. Ice, rest when you can, and these..” She hands him a small bottle of muscle relaxers. “Take one now and another before the show if needed. But no pushing it. You’re no good to anyone if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Felix stares at the bottle, jaw clenched. “I can still perform.”

“You can perform smart,” the doctor says firmly. “Not at the risk of making it worse.”

Noeul has been watching the whole time. She slides off her chair and toddles over, tugging on Felix’s sleeve.

“Daddy, your hip still ouchie?” she asks, voice small.

Felix forces a smile for her and pulls her into his lap, careful not to jostle himself. “A little, bug. But the doctor gave me medicine to make it better. I’ll be okay for the show tonight.”

She nods seriously and pats his chest gently. “I’ll be good and quiet so you can rest.”

You stand beside them, hand on Felix’s shoulder, feeling the tension still radiating from him.

The rest of practice is modified. Felix sits out the more demanding parts, marking the moves instead of dancing full-out. He looks frustrated and quiet, but every time Noeul cheers for him from the side, he lights up just a little.

Later, as they’re wrapping up, Felix leans into you while Noeul is distracted showing Minho a drawing.

“I hate this,” he mutters under his breath. “I wanted to give her the best show. Now I’m barely even dancing.”

You rub his back gently. “She doesn’t care how perfect the dance is. She just wants to see her daddy up there. And you’re still going to be amazing.”

Felix exhales, resting his forehead against yours for a second.

“Yeah… I know.”

But the disappointment lingers in his eyes as they pack up to head back to the hotel. The van pulls up to the small private ranch just outside Dallas as the late afternoon sun paints everything golden.

Felix had made the call right after practice, quiet, determined, and ignoring the doctor’s advice to rest. His hip is still taped and he’s moving slower than usual, but the second he saw how Noeul’s eyes lit up at the mention of “real horses,” he refused to let anything stop him.

“This is for her,” he’d told you in the car, voice soft but firm. “One good thing today.”

Noeul is practically vibrating in her booster seat the entire drive, clutching Bbokari and asking every thirty seconds if they’re there yet. When the van stops and she sees the wooden fence, the red barn, and the actual horses grazing in the distance, she lets out the loudest squeal you’ve ever heard from her.

“Horses!” she yells, already trying to unbuckle herself. “Real ones!”

Felix helps her out carefully, wincing only a little when he lifts her. You stay right beside him, one hand on his lower back for support.

A young woman in worn jeans, boots, and a faded cowboy hat steps out of the barn, brushing her hands on her shirt. She’s in her mid-twenties, sun-kissed, with a warm, easy smile.

Noeul’s eyes go impossibly wide.

“Wow,” she breathes, clutching Felix’s hand. “A real cowgirl! Like Jessie from Toy Story!”

The woman laughs, bright and genuine, and crouches down to Noeul’s level.

“Well hey there, partner. You must be Noeul. I’m Riley. Welcome to the ranch.”

Noeul nods, starstruck. “You have a hat and boots and everything!”

Riley grins and tips her hat. “Only way to run the place.” Her eyes flick up to Felix and you, and her expression shifts into something softer, almost shy. “And… wow. Felix from Stray Kids. In real life. On my ranch.” She laughs a little, flustered. “I’m a huge fan. Like, embarrassingly huge. My whole playlist is your songs when I’m working the horses.”

Felix smiles, tired but real. “Thank you. We really appreciate you letting us come on short notice.”

Riley waves it off. “Are you kidding? This is the coolest thing that’s happened here all year. Come on, let’s give this little one the best tour ever.”

Riley walks you through everything slowly so Felix can keep up without pushing his hip too hard. She lets Noeul pet the gentlest horses first, a big brown mare who lowers her head so Noeul can reach her nose.

“She’s so soft!” Noeul whispers, awed. “Like a giant stuffed animal.”

Riley laughs. “Her name’s Daisy. She loves kids.” She shows Noeul how to hold her hand flat for treats, then leads them over to the goats and the baby pigs. Noeul is in heaven, giggling at the little goats that try to nibble her shoelaces.

Riley brings out a small, calm pony already saddled up with a child-sized helmet.

“You want to ride her?” Riley asks Noeul. “Her name’s Buttercup. She’s the sweetest pony we have.”

Noeul looks at Felix with huge, hopeful eyes. “Can I, Daddy? Please?”

Felix glances at you, then nods, the pain in his hip forgotten for a moment. “Yeah, baby. Go ride your horse.”

Riley is incredibly patient, helping Noeul into the saddle, showing her how to hold the reins, and walking slowly beside Buttercup while Noeul beams like she’s on top of the world.

“I’m a real cowgirl!” she shouts, waving at you and Felix.

Felix’s eyes are shining as he watches her. Even with the limp and the exhaustion, the smile on his face is pure and bright. You slip your arm around his waist and lean into him.

“You did this for her,” you whisper.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “She deserves it.”

Riley keeps the ride short and gentle, but she makes it feel like the most special thing in the world. When they finish, she helps Noeul down and gives her a little plastic sheriff’s badge “for being the bravest rider we’ve had all week.”

Noeul pins it to her shirt immediately and runs back to Felix, throwing her arms around his legs.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, muffled against his jeans. “This is the best day ever.”

Felix crouches down, slow and careful with his hip, and hugs her tight.

“You’re welcome, princess,” he whispers. “I’d take you to a hundred ranches if it made you this happy.”

Noeul is still talking a mile a minute about Buttercup and the goats and how she’s going to tell Lee Know all about the real cowgirl she met.

Felix looks at you over her head, eyes soft and full of love. “This,” he says quietly, “is what I wanted.”

The afternoon sun is still blazing when Minho finds you in the hotel hallway after practice. Noeul is half-asleep against your hip, exhausted from the ranch and the heat.

“Hey,” Minho says quietly. “Han and I can take her for the afternoon if you two want some time. The hotel just texted, your original suite is ready now. Whole afternoon, no interruptions.”

Felix looks at you, something warm and hungry flickering in his eyes despite the pain. You nod once.

“Thank you,” you say, squeezing Minho’s arm. “Really.”

Minho just shrugs, already reaching for Noeul. “Go. We’ve got her. She already told me she wants to draw more kitties anyway.”

Noeul stirs long enough to wave sleepily at you both before Minho carries her down the hall toward Han, who’s waiting with a dramatic “Auntie Han reporting for duty!”

The second the door to your newly assigned suite clicks shut behind you and Felix, the rest of the world disappears.

Felix doesn’t waste time. He backs you against the wall, kissing you deep and slow, hands sliding under your shirt like he’s been starving for this since the interrupted morning.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against your mouth. “About you. About us.”

You smile into the kiss, fingers threading through his hair. “Yeah?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and serious.

“What if we make another baby?” he whispers.

Your eyes widen. “Felix..”

He smiles, soft and sure, dimples showing. “What? We make great kids.”

The words hit you square in the chest. You laugh, breathless, and kiss him again, harder this time. Clothes come off in a slow, deliberate trail toward the bed, his hoodie, your shirt, his sweatpants, your shorts. When you push him gently onto the mattress, he winces at the movement but doesn’t complain.

He lies back against the pillows, cock already hard and flushed against his stomach.

“Come here,” he says, voice rough. “But… you might have to do the work, love. I can’t thrust. Gotta save the hips for tomorrow’s show.”

You crawl over him, straddling his thighs. “I can do that.”

You sink down onto him slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He fills you perfectly, hot and thick, and you take a second to adjust, rolling your hips in a slow circle.

“Fuck,” Felix breathes, hands gripping your waist. “You feel so good.”

You start moving, slow, deep rolls of your hips, grinding down on him in a steady rhythm. Every time you take him to the hilt you clench around him, watching his face twist with pleasure. You ride him like that for long minutes, building him up, then slowing right when his breathing gets ragged and his hips twitch like he wants to thrust.

“Baby,” he groans, head tipping back. “Don’t..fuck, you’re killing me.”

You smile, wicked, and deliberately slow your pace again, dragging your hips in a lazy circle that makes him curse under his breath.

“You’re so close already,” you tease, leaning down to kiss his neck. “But I want to enjoy you.”

He lets out a broken sound when you squeeze around him again. “Please.. I’m already injured, don’t edge me, I can’t..”

You sit up straighter, rolling your hips once more, taking him deep and holding there.

Felix’s fingers dig into your thighs. “Baby, no..don’t come on, I’m already injured please..”

His voice cracks on the last word, desperate and wrecked. You can feel him throbbing inside you, right on the edge, but you keep the pace torturously slow, watching the way his chest heaves and his eyes flutter.

You lean down, brushing your lips against his ear.

“You’re going to come when I say,” you whisper. “And not a second sooner.”

Felix whines, the sound so pretty it makes you clench around him again. You ride him like that for a long time, slow, deliberate, savoring every gasp and plea, until the afternoon light shifts across the room and the only thing either of you can focus on is each other.

Noeul js in a much better mood after her nap, skipping a little as they head toward the waiting car. Minho has the small backpack with her snacks and Bbokari, while Han is already dramatically pretending to be a tour guide.

“First stop: the best ice cream in Dallas,” Han announces in a silly voice. “Then we’re going to meet some animals. Sound good, tiny boss?”

Noeul nods so hard her Minnie ears wobble. “Yes! Ice cream with sprinkles. And maybe a ostrich?”

Minho chuckles. “We’ll see what we can find.”

The ice cream shop is only a short drive away. Noeul picks strawberry with rainbow sprinkles and ends up with it all over her nose and chin within minutes. Han takes a picture and sends it to the group chat with the caption “future idol in training.” Minho wipes her face gently with a napkin, smiling the whole time.

“You’re a mess, little one,” he says fondly.

“I’m a happy mess,” she declares, exactly the way she told Felix the day before.

The petting zoo is next, a small, shaded spot just outside the city with goats, sheep, baby pigs, and even a couple of fluffy alpacas. Noeul lights up the second she sees the animals. She feeds the goats with careful handfuls of pellets, giggles when a baby pig tries to nibble her shoelace, and spends the longest time petting a gentle gray donkey.

“Look, Lee Know!” she says, pointing. “He’s like your kitties but bigger!”

Minho crouches beside her, letting the donkey sniff his hand. “He’s very polite. Good job feeding him.”

Han snaps more pictures, grinning like an idiot. “We’re never going to hear the end of this from the group chat.”

They stay until Noeul’s energy starts to dip again. On the way back to the car, she’s holding both their hands, swinging between them. The sun is lower now, painting everything soft and golden. Suddenly she stops and looks up at Han with a very serious expression.

“Uncle Hannie,” she says proudly, “you should be Lee Know’s person.”

Han freezes mid-step. “Wait… what?”

“You make him happy,” Noeul explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Like Mommy makes Daddy happy. You should be his person.”

Minho coughs, clearly trying not to laugh. Han’s face goes pink.

“Really?” Han says, voice cracking a little. “You think so?”

Noeul nods, very sure of herself. “Lee Know said you’re his person. But it’s a secret.” She puts one finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.”

Han stares at her, then at Minho, who is suddenly very interested in a nearby tree.

“You… he said that?” Han asks, soft and a little stunned.

“Mhm,” Noeul says, swinging their hands again like she didn’t just drop a bomb. “But it’s secret. So you have to be quiet.”

Minho finally glances over, eyes warm and a tiny bit shy. “She’s got a big mouth for a tiny person.”

Han is still pink, but he’s smiling now, big and real and a little overwhelmed. “I… yeah. Okay. Secret’s safe with me.”

Noeul beams, satisfied that she’s done her important job. She starts skipping again, chattering about the donkey and how she wants to tell Daddy all about it later.

Han and Minho walk on either side of her, quiet for a moment. Then Han bumps Minho’s shoulder lightly.

“So… I’m your person, huh?” he says under his breath.

Minho bumps him back, cheeks just the slightest bit pink. “She wasn’t supposed to tell you that part.”

Han laughs softly, the sound warm and happy. “Too late. I know now.”

Noeul looks up at both of them, proud of herself. “You’re both my favorite uncles. And now you can be happy like Mommy and Daddy.”

The two men exchange a look over her head, soft, a little shy, but full of something real.

By the time they get back to the hotel, Noeul is yawning again, but she’s still talking about the donkey and the sprinkles and how she’s going to draw a picture for everyone later. Han carries her the last bit of the way, and Minho walks beside them, quiet but smiling.

Noeul, of course, has no idea she just played matchmaker. She’s just thinking about what color she wants her future kitten to be when they get home to Korea.

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Sunset | Felix Yongbok

Chapter Twelve

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The morning after Disneyland still feels like a dream.

Noeul is bouncing around the hotel suite in her sparkly Minnie ears, clutching the giant Pluto plush Felix won for her like it’s the most precious treasure in the world. Glitter from yesterday is still faintly sparkling on her cheeks, and every few minutes she spins in her Belle dress, which she refused to take off last night, and declares, “I’m a princess AND I met Mickey!”

You and Felix are on the couch, coffee in hand, watching her with matching soft smiles. The energy in the room is warm and golden, the kind that makes the long flights and arguments of the past weeks feel far away.

Felix sets his mug down and crouches in front of her as she twirls past.

“Hey, princess,” he says gently. “Tomorrow Daddy and the uncles have a big show here in LA. Do you want to come?”

Noeul stops spinning immediately, eyes lighting up like fireworks. “Yes! I wanna go! I wanna see the sparkly stage and the lights and Lee Know dancing!”

Felix laughs, warm and fond, brushing a curl behind her ear. “You can come. But… what do you think about coming on stage with me? Just for a little bit.”

She freezes. Her whole face transforms, eyes huge, mouth falling open in pure delight.

“On the stage?!” she squeaks, voice pitching high with excitement. “With you? Like… real on the stage?!”

“With me,” he confirms, grinning so wide his dimples pop. “You’d stand right next to Daddy. The lights would be bright and the fans would cheer really loud. Would you like that?”

Noeul nods so fast her Minnie ears almost fly off. “Yes yes yes! I wanna be on stage with Daddy!”

Felix’s expression melts completely. He pulls her into a hug, lifting her onto his lap as he sits back on the couch. “You’re the bravest girl in the whole world, you know that?”

She beams against his chest. “I’m brave like a princess.”

“The bravest princess,” he agrees, kissing the top of her head.

You watch them, heart swelling. Felix looks happier than he has in weeks, like every hard conversation, every mile of distance, every worry about the future was worth it for this exact moment.

He pulls back just enough to look at her seriously, though the smile never leaves his face.

“So… what’s your favorite Stray Kids song right now?” he asks.

Noeul doesn’t even hesitate. She stands up on his lap, little fists pumping in the air like she’s already performing.

“Chk Chk Boom!” she shouts, then immediately starts doing the gesture with both hands. “Chk chk boom! Chk chk boom!”

Felix throws his head back and laughs, the sound bright and full. “Chk Chk Boom, huh? That’s a good choice.”

He gently takes her hands and helps her do the choreography, the bounce in her knees. She’s off-beat and adorably chaotic, but he follows her perfectly, like it’s the most important performance of his life.

“Do you want to come on stage with me tomorrow and sing some of it with me?” he asks, eyes sparkling. “Just a little bit. I’ll hold the mic for you and we can do the ‘chk chk boom’ part together. The fans will go crazy when they see you.”

Noeul’s face lights up even brighter, if that’s possible. She gasps dramatically, hands flying to her cheeks.

“Really? I get to sing on the stage? With the real mic?”

“Really,” Felix promises. “We’ll practice a little bit today so you feel ready. And if you get scared, you can just wave and come right back to Mommy. No pressure, okay? Only if it makes you happy.”

She throws her arms around his neck and squeezes tight. “It makes me super happy! I wanna do Chk Chk Boom with Daddy!”

Felix hugs her back, eyes closing for a second like he’s memorizing the moment. When he opens them again, he looks straight at you over her shoulder, his gaze full of so much love and gratitude it takes your breath away.

You smile back, throat tight. This is what he fought for. This is what you both fought for.

Noeul pulls back suddenly, already bouncing again. “Can we practice now? I need to learn the words good!”

Felix stands up, lifting her with him like she weighs nothing. “Right now. Let’s go find some music. We’ll make it the best Chk Chk Boom ever.”

As he carries her toward the speaker in the corner of the suite, Noeul looks back at you, cheeks pink with excitement.

“Mommy! Come watch! I’m gonna be on stage like Daddy!”

You laugh, standing to follow them. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, bug.”

The practice session turns into something magical right in the middle of the hotel suite.

Felix connects his phone to the speaker and plays “Chk Chk Boom” at a gentle volume so it doesn’t disturb the neighbors. Noeul immediately starts bouncing as she tries to copy the choreography. Her version is adorably chaotic, half the moves are wrong, her timing is off, and she sings most of the words as enthusiastic gibberish, because the Korean she knows is very little, but Felix treats it like the most important rehearsal of his career.

He gets down on her level, demonstrating the motions slowly. “Like this, princess, chk chk… boom!”

Noeul copies him, tongue poking out in concentration. “Chk chk… boom!”

“Perfect!” Felix cheers, giving her a high-five. “Again!”

They run through the chorus three more times. Each round gets a little better. Felix patiently corrects her footwork, lets her stand on his feet for the jumps, and sings the parts with her so she feels like she’s really performing. Noeul’s giggles fill the room every time she nails a move, and Felix’s laugh is bright and endless.

You sit quietly on the couch, phone in your lap, secretly recording the whole thing. You angle the camera so it catches both of them, Felix’s patient smile, the way he looks at her like she’s the only person in the world, Noeul’s sparkling eyes and determined little face. The video is shaky because your hands are trembling with emotion, but you don’t care. This is the kind of memory you’ll watch years from now when you need to remember exactly why all the hard parts were worth it.

As you film, a quiet thought settles deep in your chest: This is what Felix wanted his whole life. Not just the stages or the lights or the screaming fans, but this. Being able to share his world with his daughter. Watching her light up because she gets to stand next to him. Being someone’s dad in the most joyful, ordinary, extraordinary way possible and you get to give it to him.

Your eyes sting with happy tears. You’re so grateful you said yes to the tour, so grateful you’re here watching this instead of waiting on the other side of the world. This moment, messy, imperfect, full of giggles and off-key singing, is everything.

After the fourth run-through, Noeul flops dramatically onto the carpet, arms spread out like a starfish.

“I’m tired,” she announces. “And hungry.”

Felix laughs and scoops her up, settling her on his hip. “You worked really hard, princess. What do you want to eat?”

Noeul thinks very seriously, then lists her demands with complete confidence.

“Pretzels. And ice cream. And maybe a hot dog too.”

Felix raises his eyebrows, amused. “That’s a big list.”

He turns to you, eyes sparkling with that same playful warmth. “Hmm, what do you think, Mom? Should we get room service or go check out the food trucks outside?”

You know room service would be easier and cheaper. But you also know this is Noeul’s first real time experiencing LA, and these little adventures are part of what makes the tour feel like family instead of just work.

You smile. “Let’s do the food trucks. She should see a bit of the city while we’re here.”

Felix’s grin widens. “That’s my girl.”

He sets Noeul down gently. “Okay, we’re going on a little adventure. But we have to be sneaky, alright? Daddy and the uncles are famous, so we wear disguises.”

Noeul’s eyes light up again. “Like spies?”

“Exactly like spies,” Felix says.

He pulls out caps and masks for all three of you. He tucks Noeul’s hair under a tiny black beanie, adds a mask that’s still too big for her face, and tops it off with her Minnie ears “for good luck.” For himself, he goes with the usual low cap and mask combo. You throw on a hoodie and sunglasses. When you look in the mirror, the three of you look like a very suspicious but adorable little family.

“Ready?” Felix asks, holding out his hands.

Noeul grabs one, you grab the other.

“Ready!” she declares.

The three of you sneak out a side entrance of the hotel. The LA afternoon sun is warm, and the food truck area nearby is bustling but not overwhelming. Felix keeps Noeul between you, one hand always on her shoulder or holding hers, scanning the crowd protectively even while he’s smiling.

You end up at three different trucks, soft pretzels with extra salt, a massive soft-serve ice cream cone that Noeul insists on sharing with both of you, and finally a classic hot dog loaded with toppings. She sits on a bench between you, legs swinging, cheeks messy with mustard and ice cream, happily munching away while telling Felix every single detail of her Disneyland day again.

Felix listens like it’s the first time he’s hearing it, nodding seriously and asking questions. Every few minutes he glances at you, eyes full of quiet gratitude and love.

You lean your head on his shoulder for a moment, watching your daughter lick ice cream off her fingers and chatter with her mouth full.

The food truck adventure leaves Noeul sticky with ice cream and mustard, cheeks pink from the sun, and still buzzing with energy. Felix wipes her face with a napkin, laughing when she tries to lick the last bit of chocolate off her fingers.

“You’re a mess, princess,” he says fondly.

“I’m a happy mess,” she declares.

You’re about to suggest heading back to the hotel when Felix spots a sign down the block.

“Look,” he says, pointing. “Cat café. Want to go say hi to some kitties before we go back?”

Noeul’s eyes go wide. “Real kitties? Like Lee Know’s kitties?”

“Not exactly like his,” Felix says, taking her hand. “But soft ones who like to play. Come on.”

The cat café is quiet and cozy inside, with low couches, climbing trees, and cats of every color lounging in sunbeams or batting at dangling toys. Noeul freezes in the doorway for half a second, then lets out the happiest little squeal.

“Kitties!”

She drops to her knees near a fluffy gray one and holds out her hand carefully, just like Minho taught her. The cat sniffs her fingers, then headbutts her palm. Noeul giggles, pure joy lighting up her whole face.

“Mommy, look! He likes me!”

You sit on the couch nearby, watching as she moves from cat to cat, petting a sleepy orange tabby, dangling a feather toy for a black-and-white one that pounces like it’s on a mission. Felix sits beside you, arm around your shoulders, his thumb tracing slow circles on your arm.

“She’s in heaven,” he murmurs, voice warm.

You lean into him. “She really is.”

Noeul is mid-giggle, rolling a ball for a curious Siamese, when the door opens again. A familiar figure in a black hoodie and cap steps in, scanning the room before his eyes land on the three of you. Minho.

Noeul spots him instantly.

“Lee Know!”

She abandons the ball and runs straight across the café, launching herself at his legs. Minho catches her easily, lifting her up with a surprised but genuine laugh.

“There’s my favorite tiny menace,” he says, settling her on his hip like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You found the cats without me?”

“I found ALL the cats!” she announces proudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “This one is soft like Soonie. And that one jumped really high!”

Minho glances over at you and Felix, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “You brought her to a cat café and didn’t invite me?”

Felix grins. “We didn’t know you’d be here. Stalking the cats again?”

“Always,” Minho says dryly. He turns his attention back to Noeul, voice softening. “Did you have fun at Disneyland yesterday?”

She nods so hard her Minnie ears wobble. “I was a princess! And I met Mickey! And tomorrow I’m gonna sing Chk Chk Boom on stage with Daddy!”

Minho’s eyes widen slightly, then crinkle with a real smile. “On stage, huh? That’s big. You gonna dance with us?”

“Yes!” She demonstrates immediately, “Chk chk boom!”

Minho pretends to get shot, clutching his chest dramatically. “Got me. You’re too powerful.”

Noeul giggles and hugs him tighter. “You can come watch me tomorrow?”

“I’ll be right there,” he promises. “Maybe I’ll even do the dance with you if you want.”

She gasps. “Really?”

“Really.”

You watch them from the couch, heart full. Minho, usually so reserved, is completely soft with her, letting her pet his hoodie like it’s another cat, answering every rapid-fire question about his own kitties, even letting her “introduce” him to the café cats one by one.

Felix leans closer to you, voice low and warm against your ear.

“Look at her. She’s so happy.”

You nod, squeezing his hand. “She really is. And so are you.”

He doesn’t deny it. His eyes stay on Noeul as she sits on the floor with Minho, a fluffy white cat curled in her lap while she tells Minho all about the fireworks and the hot dog she ate earlier.

After a while, Noeul starts yawning, the long day finally catching up. She leans her head on Minho’s shoulder, still petting the cat in her lap.

“Tired?” Minho asks gently.

“A little,” she admits. “But the kitties are nice.”

Felix stands and offers his hand. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you back for a nap before tomorrow’s big show. You need energy for Chk Chk Boom.”

Noeul nods sleepily but reaches for Minho first, giving him one more big hug.

“Bye, Lee Know. Thank you for the secret.”

Minho ruffles her hair. “Anytime, little one. Keep practicing.”

As the three of you head out, Noeul waves at the cats over Felix’s shoulder until the door closes behind you.

Back at the hotel, she falls asleep almost the second her head hits the pillow, still wearing one Minnie ear.

Felix pulls you close on the couch, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Tomorrow’s going to be special,” he says quietly.

You smile, thinking of the secret video on your phone and the way Noeul lit up every time she practiced with him.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “It really is.”

The hotel suite feels like a soft landing after the busy afternoon.

Noeul is still buzzing from the cat café, cheeks flushed and hair a little wild under her Minnie ears. You sit her on the edge of the big bed and help her out of her sparkly day clothes, swapping them for her favorite comfy lounging set, the Stray Kids hoodie Felix bought her in Sydney and soft pink shorts.

“Arms up, bug,” you say gently.

She lifts them obediently, then flops backward onto the pillows once she’s changed. “Mommy, the kitties were so soft. One licked my finger!”

You smile, brushing her curls back. “I saw. You were so gentle with them.”

She yawns big, snuggling into the hoodie. “Can we go again tomorrow after the show?”

“Maybe,” you say, pulling a light blanket over her legs. “But first you have to rest. Big day tomorrow, remember? You’re singing with Daddy.”

Her eyes light up again. “Chk chk boom!”

You laugh and kiss her forehead. “That’s right. But right now it’s quiet time.”

Down the hall, Felix slips into Chan’s room with a determined look on his face.

Chan is sprawled on the couch, scrolling through setlist notes on his iPad. He glances up when Felix closes the door.

“Hey, man. What’s up?”

Felix doesn’t sit. He paces once, then stops. “I’m bringing Noeul on stage tomorrow for Chk Chk Boom. Just for the chorus. She’s been practicing all afternoon and she’s so excited. I think it’ll be perfect.”

Chan’s expression shifts. He sets the iPad down slowly. “Uhh… the company probably won’t green-light that.”

Felix stops pacing. “What do you mean? She’s my kid.”

“I know,” Chan says carefully, sitting up straighter. “And you’re an idol. Probably the one of us people bias the most.”

Felix’s jaw tightens. “So you’re telling me I can’t bring my daughter on stage because the company wants to cater to fans who think they have a chance with me??”

Chan exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not saying it’s right. It’s just… the way it is, unfortunately. You know how careful they are about image stuff. A five-year-old on stage with you sends a pretty loud message.”

Felix stares at him, anger rising hot and fast in his chest. “A loud message that I have a family. That I’m a dad. That’s the message I want to send.”

“I get it, Lix. I do.” Chan’s voice stays calm, but there’s real sympathy in it. “But you also know how the company thinks. One surprise like that and the headlines write themselves.”

Felix runs a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna ask the manager.”

Chan nods once. “Okay. Just… be careful how you say it.”

Felix already has his phone out, dialing before he even leaves Chan’s room. The manager picks up on the second ring.

“Felix, what’s going on?”

“I’m bringing my daughter on stage tomorrow during Chk Chk Boom,” Felix says, voice tight. “She’s five, she’s excited, and she’s been practicing. It’s happening.”

There’s a pause on the other end. “We can’t allow that.”

Felix’s grip on the phone tightens. “Do you want to break the news to a five-year-old little girl then? That she can’t go on stage with her dad?”

“Felix, I understand your frustration, but you know there are boundaries..”

“Boundaries?” Felix’s voice rises, heat flashing through him. “She’s my daughter for fuck’s sake!”

The line goes quiet for a second. Felix forces a slow breath, closing his eyes, trying to pull himself back.

When he speaks again his voice is lower, but the anger is still simmering right under the surface. “I’m not asking for a whole segment. Just thirty seconds. She points, she says the words with me, the fans see that I have a life outside the stage. That’s it.”

The manager sighs. “We’ll discuss it. But I can’t promise anything. You know the risks.”

Felix ends the call without another word. He stands in the hallway for a long moment, jaw clenched, phone still gripped tight in his hand.

He’s pissed, really pissed, but he forces the sharpest edge of it down. Noeul doesn’t need to see that. You don’t need to see that right now.

Still, when he walks back into your suite a minute later, the tension is clear in his shoulders.

You look up from where Noeul is half-asleep against your side. “Everything okay?”

Felix forces a small smile and comes over, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches out and gently strokes Noeul’s hair.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, even though it isn’t. “We’ll figure it out.”

Noeul mumbles sleepily, “Chk chk boom tomorrow…”

Felix leans down and kisses her forehead. “That’s right, princess. Chk chk boom tomorrow.”

But inside, the frustration still burns.

He’s not letting this go not when his little girl is already dreaming about standing on stage with her daddy, not when he’s finally close enough to give her that moment.

Noeul is curled in the middle of the big bed between you and Felix, already in her soft pink pajamas, one small hand clutching the edge of Felix’s hoodie and the other resting on your arm. She’d insisted on “family sandwich” after her bath, and neither of you had the heart to say no. Her breathing has finally evened out into the slow, deep rhythm of sleep, cheeks still faintly glittery from yesterday, Minnie ears abandoned on the nightstand.

You wait until her little body goes completely limp and her mouth parts in that soft, trusting way only sleeping kids manage. Then you turn your head toward Felix, keeping your voice barely above a whisper.

“Where did you go earlier?” you ask quietly. “When you left the room. I didn’t even know you’d stepped out until you came back looking… off.”

Felix sighs, long and heavy, the kind of sound that carries the weight of everything he’s been holding in. He shifts carefully so he doesn’t wake Noeul, then turns onto his side to face you, one arm draped protectively over your daughter’s back.

“I went to talk to Chan,” he says, voice low. “Then I called the manager.” He swallows. “They don’t want Noeul on stage tomorrow.”

The words land quietly, but they still feel like a punch.

You reach across Noeul and rest your hand on his chest, feeling the steady but tense beat of his heart. “Hey… it’s okay. We can figure out how to break it to her in words she understands. We’ll tell her the stage is really loud and bright and maybe next time when she’s a little bigger..”

“But Ivy, I don’t want that.” His voice cracks on your name, raw and frustrated even though he keeps it soft for Noeul’s sake. His eyes shine in the low light. “I don’t want to break that to her. I want her on stage with me. I want her to stand right next to me, point at the crowd, and yell ‘chk chk boom’ while twenty thousand people cheer for her. I want her to feel that moment with her dad. Not some watered-down version later. Now.”

You squeeze his hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “I know you do. I saw how happy she was practicing today. But if the company..”

“Screw the company,” he whispers fiercely, then immediately glances down at Noeul to make sure she’s still asleep. His jaw clenches. “She’s my daughter. Not a PR risk. Not something I have to hide. I already missed five years. I’m not missing this because they’re scared of a few headlines.”

His voice wavers at the end, anger mixing with something deeper, the ache of a father who finally has his little girl close and still keeps hitting the same invisible wall.

You slide your fingers up to cup his cheek, feeling the tension there. “We’ll find another way. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. She knows you love her. That part doesn’t need a stage.”

Felix closes his eyes and leans into your touch, letting out another shaky breath.

“I know,” he murmurs. “But I wanted this for her so bad.”

Noeul stirs between you, making a tiny sleepy sound and burrowing closer to Felix’s chest. He automatically adjusts his arm around her, holding her a little tighter, like he can protect her from the disappointment that’s coming.

You keep your hand on his face, thumb stroking gently.

“We’ll get through it,” you whisper. “Together. Like always.”

Felix nods, but his eyes stay heavy, the frustration still simmering just beneath the surface.

The next morning the hotel lobby breakfast feels like a little adventure all on its own.

Noeul wakes up early, already humming under her breath, and the second her feet hit the floor she starts singing at full volume. “Chk chk boom! Boom boom chk chk boom!” She bounces in place while you help her into a fresh outfit, the Minnie ears from yesterday still perched crooked on her head.

Felix watches her from the bed, a tired but genuine smile tugging at his mouth even though you can see the shadows under his eyes from last night’s phone call. He doesn’t mention the stage situation. Not yet. He just scoops her up, kisses her cheek, and says, “Let’s go get you the biggest breakfast in LA, princess.”

In the lobby, the buffet is bright and busy with soft morning light pouring through the windows. Noeul’s eyes go huge at the waffle station, the fruit tower, and the little cereal boxes shaped like animals. She keeps singing the whole time, “Boom boom chk chk boom!”, while she points at everything she wants. Felix carries her plate for her, adding extra strawberries because “princesses need extra berries.”

You find an empty table near the window and settle in. A minute later Minho appears with his own tray, sliding into the seat across from Noeul like he was waiting for you.

“Morning, tiny superstar,” he says, voice soft the way it always is with her.

Noeul lights up. “Lee Know! I’m singing today!”

Minho nods, stealing a strawberry off her plate. “I may have a really important job for you today, Noeul.”

She freezes mid-bite, waffle syrup on her chin. “But I’m supposed to go on stage with Daddy.”

“Hm, I know,” Minho says calmly, like he’s talking about the weather. “But last night I found a kitty outside the hotel. She was all alone and scared. I brought her inside in a little carrier.”

Noeul’s eyes go wide. “You did?? A real kitty??”

“I did,” he says, nodding seriously. “She’s really pretty, white with gray spots. I was going to take her to the cat café later, but right now she’s scared in the carrier. I want to make sure she feels safe before I move her again.”

Noeul leans forward, completely forgetting her waffle. “What her name?”

Minho smiles small. “Miso.”

Noeul giggles, the sound bright and delighted. “Miso! I like that name. Like the soup!”

“Exactly like the soup,” Minho agrees. “So what do you think? Can you help her not be scared? You’re really good with kitties. You could sit with her, talk to her, maybe pet her through the bars. She needs a brave friend like you.”

Noeul’s whole face lights up again, even brighter than when she talked about the stage. She nods so hard her Minnie ears wobble. “I can help! I’ll tell her it’s okay. I’ll sing to her. Kitties like singing, right?”

“They love singing,” Minho says solemnly. “Especially Chk Chk Boom.”

Noeul turns to you and Felix, bouncing in her seat. “Mommy, Daddy, can I help Miso? Please please please?”

Felix glances at you, then at Minho. There’s a flicker of something grateful in his eyes, like he understands exactly what his friend is doing. He reaches over and gently wipes the syrup off Noeul’s chin.

“Of course you can, princess,” he says, voice warm. “Miso needs the best helper in the whole world. And that’s you.”

Noeul cheers, the stage momentarily forgotten in the excitement of a scared kitty who needs her. She goes back to her waffle, still humming “chk chk boom,” but now it’s softer, like she’s already practicing for Miso.

You catch Felix’s hand under the table and squeeze once.He squeezes back, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

Minho meets your eyes across the table and gives the tiniest nod, the kind that says I’ve got her.

Noeul is happy, belly full, already planning how she’ll comfort Miso.

Felix is still hurting, but he’s smiling for her.

And you’re right there between them, holding onto the quiet hope that somehow, some way, today will still turn out to be the kind of day their daughter will remember forever..

The breakfast table slowly empties as the other members finish eating and head off to morning vocal warm-ups or last-minute meetings. Noeul is still happily munching the last few strawberries on her plate, humming her off-key version of “Chk Chk Boom” between bites.

You catch Felix’s eye and tilt your head toward Minho. Felix nods once, understanding.

“Hey, princess,” Felix says gently, wiping a bit of syrup from Noeul’s cheek. “Mommy and I need to talk to Uncle Lee Know for a minute. Can you sit right here and finish your strawberries like a big girl?”

Noeul nods, already reaching for another berry. “Okay. But don’t take too long. I have to help Miso.”

The three of you step a few feet away, close enough to keep an eye on her but far enough for a quiet conversation.

Minho leans against the table, arms crossed, waiting.

Felix speaks first, voice low. “About the cat… thank you. Seriously. She’s been so excited about going on stage, and I know you’re trying to give her something else to focus on.”

Minho shrugs, but his eyes are soft. “She’s five. She doesn’t need to feel the weight of all that company bullshit. A scared kitty is a good distraction.”

You glance back at Noeul, who is now carefully feeding a tiny piece of strawberry to an imaginary cat on her plate. Your chest feels tight.

“We talked last night,” you say quietly. “The company said no to her going on stage. Felix is… not happy about it. But we don’t want to risk him getting in trouble right before the show.”

Minho nods once, understanding immediately. “So what’s the plan?”

Felix exhales. “We stick to your cat story. Noeul stays backstage with the kitty during the performance. You guys do the show, and we keep her happy and occupied so she doesn’t feel like she’s missing out on something big.”

You add, “I’ll stay with her the whole time. She won’t be alone. We’ll make it feel special, like she has an important job taking care of Miso while you all perform.”

Minho looks between the two of you, then at Noeul. “Smart. She already loves the idea. I’ll keep the carrier in the green room area. You two can set up a little corner for her. Blankets, some of her toys, whatever she needs. I’ll check on you between sets if I can.”

Felix reaches out and claps Minho on the shoulder. “Thank you. For real. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

Minho gives a small, rare smile. “She’s family now. We look after our own.”

You feel a rush of gratitude so strong it almost brings tears to your eyes. “We really appreciate it.”

Minho waves it off lightly, but his voice is sincere. “Just keep her smiling. That’s all I ask.”

The three of you walk back to the table. Noeul looks up expectantly, strawberry juice on her chin.

“All done talking?” she asks.

“All done,” Felix says, scooping her up onto his hip. “Uncle Lee Know told us about the scared kitty. Mommy is going to stay backstage with you and help take care of Miso while Daddy and the uncles do the show. That way Miso won’t be lonely and scared. Sound good?”

Noeul’s face brightens instantly. “I get to be Miso’s helper? Like a real job?”

“Like a very important job,” you say, brushing her hair back. “The most important job in the whole arena.”

She nods seriously, then leans her head on Felix’s shoulder. “Okay. I’ll be super gentle. And I’ll sing to her so she feels brave.”

Felix presses a kiss to her temple, his eyes meeting yours over her head. There’s still frustration there, but also relief, the decision is made, and Noeul is happy.

“That’s my brave girl,” he murmurs.

Minho stands and ruffles Noeul’s hair lightly. “I’ll bring Miso to the green room before soundcheck. You can meet her then.”

Noeul waves at him as he walks away. “Bye, Lee Know! Tell Miso I’m coming!”

The three of you head back toward the elevators, Noeul chattering happily about all the ways she’s going to comfort the new kitty.

Felix’s hand finds yours and squeezes once, tight.

You squeeze back.It’s not the plan any of you wanted but it’s the one that keeps your daughter smiling, keeps Felix from getting into serious trouble with the company, and keeps the day from turning into disappointment.

The morning after breakfast, the suite is still buzzing with leftover excitement. Noeul is on the floor playing with her new Pluto plush, humming her endless loop of “Chk Chk Boom” while you and Felix finish getting ready for the day.

You catch Felix’s eye across the room. The frustration from last night is still there, simmering under his skin, but so is the heat, the same heat that’s been building between you since the plane. You tilt your head toward the door and mouth, “Alone time?”

He nods once, quick and hungry.

You step into the hallway where Minho is waiting with the cat carrier, already on his way to the green room.

“Hey,” you say quietly, keeping your voice low so Noeul doesn’t hear. “Any chance you could watch her for like… thirty minutes? We just need a little time before practice starts.”

Minho glances between you and Felix, one eyebrow raised. “Thirty minutes, huh?” He smirks. “I’ve got her. The cat’s already in the green room. I’ll keep her busy with Miso. Just… don’t break him before the show.”

Felix claps him on the shoulder, grateful. “You’re the best. Seriously.”

Minho waves you off. “Go. I’ve got the tiny menace.”

You and Felix don’t waste a second. The moment the door to your suite clicks shut behind you, he’s on you, hands gripping your waist, mouth crashing into yours as he walks you backward toward the bed. There’s no slow build this time. It’s desperate, weeks of tension and missed moments and the ache of almost-lost stage time pouring out all at once.

Clothes come off fast and messy. Felix yanks your shirt over your head, you shove his sweatpants down his hips. He spins you around and bends you over the edge of the bed, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades while the other slides between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” he groans, fingers circling your clit before pushing two deep inside you. You moan into the mattress, pushing back against his hand.

He doesn’t tease. He lines himself up and thrusts in hard, bottoming out in one stroke. You both groan at the same time, the stretch, the heat, the perfect way he fills you.

He sets a punishing rhythm right away, hips snapping against your ass, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust is deep and rough, the sound of skin on skin loud in the quiet room.

“God, yes..harder,” you gasp, and he gives it to you, pounding into you so deep your toes barely touch the floor. His breathing is ragged, low growls escaping every time you clench around him.

“Missed this,” he pants. “Missed fucking you like you’re mine.”

You are. You push back to meet every thrust, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter.

Felix’s pace turns frantic. You can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you, hips stuttering, and you’re right there with him, right on the edge, about to tip over.

Then he suddenly jerks, a sharp hiss of pain cutting through his moan. His hip locks up mid-thrust.

“Fuck..shit..”

He stops dead, buried deep but completely still, breathing hard through clenched teeth.

You freeze. “Lix?”

He pulls out slowly, wincing, and collapses onto the bed beside you, one hand pressed to his left hip. His cock is still hard and flushed, glistening, but the moment is gone.

“I pulled something,” he grits out, voice tight with frustration and pain. “Right before..fuck.”

Neither of you came.

The ache between your legs is still throbbing, unsatisfied. Felix looks wrecked, flushed, sweaty, cock leaking against his stomach, but now he’s also pissed, jaw clenched, eyes dark with everything he’s been holding back.

He sits up slowly, testing the hip, and winces again. “We don’t have time. Soundcheck is in twenty.”

You reach for him, but he’s already standing, limping slightly as he grabs his clothes. The frustration rolls off him in waves, the company, the stage, now this.

He dresses quickly, jaw tight the whole time. When he takes a step toward the door, the limp is obvious.

You follow him out, heart twisting.

In the hallway, Han is already heading toward the elevators with the rest of the members. He spots Felix’s uneven gait immediately.

“What did you do?” Han asks, eyes narrowing. “You have to be on stage in a few hours, man.”

Felix doesn’t even try to lie. He just keeps walking, limping, voice flat.

“Pulled my hip.”

Han looks between the two of you, then at the closed door of your suite, and sighs like he already knows.

“Jesus, Felix.”

Felix doesn’t answer. He just keeps moving toward the practice room, pain and anger etched into every line of his body.

The practice room is bright and loud with music when you arrive with Noeul.

You’re holding her hand as you stand off to the side near the mirrors, out of the way of the staff and cameras. Noeul is still in her comfy hoodie and Minnie ears, clutching Bbokari to her chest, eyes wide as she watches the members run through formations.

Felix is trying his best to hide it, but it’s obvious he’s hurting.

Every sharp movement makes his left hip seize up. He’s favoring that side, his usual fluid dance steps a little stiff, a little delayed. During the chorus of “Chk Chk Boom,” when he drops low into the choreography, you see him wince hard before forcing a smile back onto his face for the next count.

Chan notices immediately. The leader’s expression darkens with each run-through. Between songs he pulls Felix aside, voice low but clearly frustrated.

“You’re limping. What the hell happened?”

Felix mutters something short, rubbing his hip. Chan shakes his head, not happy, and gestures for the choreographer to adjust a few moves so Felix doesn’t have to drop as low.

Noeul tugs on your hand, brow furrowed.

“Did Daddy get hurt?” she asks, voice small but worried.

You crouch down so you’re at her eye level and brush her curls back gently.

“He was exercising really hard this morning and hurt his hip a little,” you tell her softly. “It’s not super bad, but it’s ouchie right now. He’s still going to dance and sing tonight, okay? He’s just being careful.”

Noeul nods slowly, watching Felix as he tries the move again and grimaces. “Poor Daddy.”

“Yeah, poor Daddy,” you agree, kissing the top of her head. “But he’s really strong. And he knows you’re watching, so he’s going to do his best.”

She clutches Bbokari tighter. “Can I give him a hug after?”

“Of course you can. A big one.”

Across the room, Chan claps his hands to reset the formation. “Again from the top. Felix, take it easy on that hip. We need you at 100% tonight.”

Felix nods tightly, jaw clenched. You can see the frustration rolling off him, the pain, the earlier argument with the company, the interrupted moment this morning, all of it piling up. He catches your eye for a second across the room and gives you a small, tired smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

Noeul waves at him with both hands when he looks over. “You’re doing good, Daddy!”

Felix’s smile softens just a fraction. He waves back, then forces himself through the next run, even though every sharp turn clearly hurts.

You keep Noeul close, letting her sit on your lap on one of the folding chairs. She alternates between cheering quietly for Felix and asking questions about the other members (“Why is Lee Know so fast?” “Is Hyunjin flying when he jumps?”).

Every time Felix limps or winces, your chest tightens. You know how much he wanted today to be perfect for her. How badly he wanted her on stage with him.

Instead, he’s pushing through pain, trying to pretend everything is fine for the sake of the show.

When they finally take a short water break, Felix limps over to you both, sweat dripping down his temples. He crouches carefully in front of Noeul, ignoring the obvious discomfort in his hip.

“Hey, princess,” he says, voice warm despite everything. “Are you having fun watching?”

She nods and throws her arms around his neck, careful not to squeeze too hard. “You’re the best dancer. But your hip is ouchie?”

Felix winces but hugs her back gently. “Yeah, a little ouchie. But I’ll be okay for the show tonight. Promise.”

You rest a hand on his shoulder, thumb brushing the back of his neck. “You sure you don’t need to sit this practice out?”

He shakes his head, stubborn. “Can’t. We have to run it clean before soundcheck.”

Chan calls from across the room, voice firm. “Felix, five minutes. Then we’re doing the full set.”

Felix sighs and stands slowly, trying not to show how much it hurts. He leans down and kisses Noeul’s forehead, then yours.

“Love you both,” he murmurs. “I’ll see you after.”

You watch him limp back into formation, heart aching for him.

Noeul leans against your side, still clutching her plush.

“Daddy is strong,” she says quietly, like she’s trying to convince herself.

You kiss the top of her head and hold her a little tighter.

“He is, baby. He really is.”

But as the music starts again and Felix forces himself through another painful run, you can’t help but wonder how much more he’s willing to push before something really breaks.

Felix is trying, he really is, but the limp is impossible to hide now. Every time he shifts weight onto his left side, his hip seizes. He grimaces through a quick formation reset, then limps over to grab his water bottle.

Han notices first.

He lowers his bottle mid-sip, eyes narrowing at Felix’s uneven gait. A slow grin spreads across his face.

“Wait… did you pull it with Ivy??” Han blurts out, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “Oh my god, that’s hilarious.”

Felix freezes, turning to glare at him so hard it could cut glass.

Han doesn’t stop. He’s already laughing. “I mean, come on, you were fine yesterday! Now you’re walking like you got absolutely railed. Respect, man.”

Hyunjin, who’s been stretching on the floor nearby, sits up with a dramatic gasp and piles right on.

“Damn, Lix,” he says, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You went too hard, huh? That’s what happens when you finally get some alone time after weeks on the road.”

The teasing lands exactly where it hurts.

Felix is already in pain, already pissed about the company, already frustrated from this morning’s interrupted moment. His face flushes dark with anger and embarrassment.

“Fuck off,” he snaps, voice low and sharp. “Both of you. Seriously.”

The room goes quiet for a beat.

Changbin steps in fast, moving between them with his hands up. “Hey, hey, chill. We’re all tired. No need to start shit right before the show.”

Seungmin nods, tone calm but firm as he claps Felix on the back. “Yeah, save the energy for the stage. Han, knock it off. Hyunjin, same.”

Jeongin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, just watches the whole exchange with an amused little smirk, like he’s enjoying the chaos without getting involved.

Felix doesn’t say anything else. He just turns away, jaw clenched, and limps back toward his mark, trying to shake it off. The pain is obvious in every step.

Noeul tugs on your sleeve, voice small. “Why is Daddy mad at Uncle Han and Uncle Hyunjin?”

You hug her a little closer, keeping your voice light. “They were just teasing him about his ouchie hip. Sometimes grown-ups get grumpy when they’re hurting. He’ll be okay.”

She nods slowly, but her eyes stay on Felix the whole time, worried.

Across the room, Chan sighs and calls everyone back into formation. “Again from the top. Felix, take it easy on that side. We need you tonight.”

Felix doesn’t answer. He just nods tightly and forces himself through the next run, even though every sharp movement clearly hurts.

You keep Noeul on your lap, one arm wrapped around her, and watch the man you love push through pain and frustration for the sake of the show, and for the little girl who still thinks today is going to be the best day ever.

The arena is electric.

From backstage, you can feel the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floor, twenty thousand fans screaming Stray Kids’ names as the lights drop and the intro VCR begins. Noeul is perched on your hip, arms wrapped tightly around your neck, her Minnie ears slightly crooked and Bbokari tucked under one arm. In the carrier beside you sits Miso, the little white-and-gray cat Minho rescued, curled up but still wide-eyed and nervous.

Noeul’s eyes are huge as she stares at the monitors showing the stage.

“Daddy’s out there,” she whispers, awed. “With all the lights.”

You kiss her temple. “He is. And he’s thinking about you the whole time.”

The performance starts strong. The opening song hits hard, the members moving in perfect sync under the blinding lights. Even from back here you can see Felix pushing through, his movements a little tighter on the left side, but he’s smiling for the cameras, giving everything he has. Every time the camera catches his face, Noeul waves at the screen like he can see her.

“Hi Daddy!” she calls softly. “We’re here!”

Miso meows quietly in the carrier. Noeul immediately turns her attention to the cat, crouching down beside it.

“It’s okay, Miso,” she says in her gentlest voice, poking a finger through the bars to let the cat sniff her. “The loud noises are just the fans cheering. They’re happy. You’re safe with me and Mommy.”

You smile, heart full despite everything. She’s taking her “important job” very seriously, talking to the cat in a soft, steady tone, occasionally humming little bits of songs to soothe her.

On the monitors, the setlist rolls on. During a slower song, Felix glances toward the side stage like he’s searching for you both. You lift Noeul’s hand and wave. She waves back enthusiastically.

When “Chk Chk Boom” starts, Noeul gasps and stands up straighter, bouncing on her toes.

“That’s my song!” she says, doing her move. “Chk chk boom!”

You hold her close, both of you watching the performance. Felix hits every mark, even with the obvious hip pain. The crowd loses it when he does his part, screaming loud enough to shake the walls. Noeul claps along, completely enchanted, even though she’s not the one on stage with him.

She turns to you suddenly, eyes shining but a little sad.

“I wanted to do it with him,” she says quietly.

You hug her tighter. “I know, baby. Daddy wanted that too. But sometimes grown-up rules get in the way. So tonight you get to be the best helper for Miso instead. That’s a really special job.”

Noeul nods slowly, then crouches down again to talk to the carrier. “Did you hear that, Miso? I’m your helper tonight. Daddy is being brave on stage even though his hip hurts. We have to be brave too.”

Miso meows again, softer this time, and Noeul beams like she just won a prize.

The show continues. You stay backstage the whole time, rocking Noeul when she gets tired, letting her feed Miso a few treats Minho left, and watching every moment of the performance on the monitors. Felix keeps looking toward your side of the stage whenever he can, like he’s drawing strength from knowing you’re both there.

During the final encore, when the confetti falls and the members line up for their bows, Noeul claps as hard as her little hands can manage.

“Daddy did so good!” she says proudly.

You kiss the top of her head. “He really did.”

When the show ends and the members start filing backstage, sweaty and buzzing with adrenaline, Felix limps straight toward you both. His face lights up the second he sees Noeul.

“There’s my girl,” he says, voice hoarse from singing. He crouches carefully, wincing at the hip, and opens his arms.

Noeul runs into them, careful not to squeeze too hard. “You were sparkly! And you did the boom part so good!”

Felix hugs her tight, eyes closing for a second like he’s recharging. “Thank you, princess. I was thinking about you the whole time.”

He looks up at you next, tired but full of love. You lean down and kiss him softly, tasting salt and stage lights.

“You did amazing,” you whisper against his lips. “Even with the ouchie hip.”

He smiles, small and grateful. “Couldn’t have done it without knowing you two were right here.”

Minho appears a moment later, still catching his breath, and crouches beside the carrier.

“How’s Miso doing?” he asks Noeul.

“She was a little scared at first,” Noeul reports seriously. “But I sang to her and told her the loud noises were happy noises. She’s better now.”

Minho’s expression softens. “You’re the best helper. Thank you.”

Noeul beams, proud of her important job.

The adrenaline of the show slowly fades into quiet exhaustion. Felix is clearly hurting more now that the performance is over, but he refuses to let it show too much in front of Noeul. Instead, he keeps her close, listening as she tells him every single thing she saw on the monitors.

You watch them, your daughter safe and happy in her daddy’s arms, the scared little cat calmer because of her, the man you love still pushing through pain because he wants to be everything for his family.

You’re building something real together one imperfect, beautiful moment at a time.

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[ghostintheclub]

Strip Poker | Felix

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Summary: You play strip poker with the guys and end up naked and in Felix’s bed

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.3k

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Rainy Friday night, everyone bored after practice, Changbin yelled “strip poker” and the whole room lost it. You were already there, honorary ninth member, best friend to half the group, longtime crush on the quiet Aussie with the deep voice and sunshine smile. When they asked if you were in, you shrugged, cheeks warm.

“Only if you losers can handle it.”

They cheered. Felix’s eyes met yours across the circle, golden under the lamp light, and he gave you that shy little smirk that always made your stomach flip.

Rules were simple: loser of each hand removes one item. No backing out. Laughs and teasing mandatory.

It started innocent enough. Hyunjin lost his socks first, dramatically flinging them at Jeongin. Chan lost his hoodie, revealing the tight black tank underneath that made half the room whistle. You lost your earrings, then your thin cardigan. Minho kept winning with a smug little grin, still fully dressed except for one sock.

Felix was dangerously good at bluffing. Every time he looked at his cards, that deep voice would murmur “call” or “raise” and you’d feel it in your spine. His gaze kept drifting to you, curious, warm, a little daring.

Then the luck turned.

You lost your jeans on a bad full house. The room erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles as you stood, shimmying them off with as much dignity as you could manage in your panties and oversized t-shirt. Felix’s ears went pink, but he didn’t look away.

“Looking good,” he said softly, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your next hand was worse. The t-shirt came off. Now you were down to your bra and panties, skin prickling under eight pairs of eyes that were suddenly a lot more respectful than you expected. The teasing stayed light, Chan telling everyone to behave, Seungmin dramatically covering his eyes, but the air had shifted. Warmer. Thicker.

Felix lost his hoodie next. Then his shirt.

God, he was beautiful. Lean muscle, freckles scattered across his shoulders like stars, that deep voice laughing when Jisung catcalled him. But his eyes kept finding yours, darker now, pupils blown.

Another bad hand for you.

The bra came off.

The room went quieter than it had all night. No one joked this time. You crossed your arms over your chest instinctively, heat flooding your face, but Felix leaned forward, voice gentle.

“You still okay?” he asked, serious under the flush on his cheeks. “We can stop.”

You shook your head, stubborn. “I’m not quitting.”

The next round you lost your panties.

Now you were completely naked in the middle of the Stray Kids dorm living room, heart hammering, skin hot despite the cool air. The boys were suddenly very interested in their cards or the floor or anywhere but staring too obviously. Chan cleared his throat. “Alright, maybe we call it..”

But Felix stood up.

His own shirt was already gone, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He didn’t say anything to the others. Just walked over, grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and draped it around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come with me,” he murmured, voice low and rough in that deep Australian accent that always melted you.

You let him lead you down the hallway to his room, the blanket clutched tight, bare feet silent on the floor. Behind you, the living room exploded into hushed whispers and laughter, but no one followed. The door clicked shut.

Felix turned the lock, then faced you. The blanket slipped a little as he stepped closer, his hands hovering.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply, eyes tracing your face like he was afraid you’d disappear. “Been thinking about this for months. Not like this, exactly… but you. Naked. Here. With me.”

Your breath caught. “Felix…”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, always so polite even when his voice had gone gravelly.

You nodded.

He cupped your face with both hands, gentle at first, then deeper as you melted into him. The kiss started sweet and turned hungry fast. His tongue slid against yours, tasting like the strawberry soju he’d been drinking, and he made this soft, needy sound when you tugged at his bottom lip.

The blanket dropped to the floor.

Felix walked you backward until your knees hit the bed. He laid you down like you were something precious, then stripped off his own sweatpants and boxers without breaking eye contact. His body was all lean lines and freckles, cock already hard and curving up against his stomach. He crawled over you, knees bracketing your hips.

“Still okay?” he whispered, nose brushing yours.

“More than okay.”

His hands started exploring, slow, reverent. Palms sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, then lower, over your hips, between your thighs. When his fingers found you already wet, he groaned deep in his chest.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he breathed, accent thicker. Two fingers circled your clit before sliding inside, curling just right. You arched, moaning, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss.

You grabbed at him in return, hands roaming over his back, nails digging into his shoulders, then down to wrap around his cock. He was hot and heavy in your palm, twitching when you stroked him. Felix hissed, hips jerking.

“Careful, love… or this is gonna be over too fast.”

He kissed down your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then lower, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking while his fingers kept working you open. You tugged his hair and he moaned loud against your breast, the vibration shooting straight to your core.

“Felix..please..”

He pulled back, eyes dark, lips swollen. “Condom?”

You nodded frantically. He reached into the nightstand, rolled it on with shaky hands, then settled between your thighs.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

You did.

He pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching you perfectly, that deep voice murmuring praise the whole time. “So tight… so good for me… taking me so well, baby…”

When he bottomed out, forehead pressed to yours, you both stayed still for a moment, breathing hard. Then he started moving, deep, rolling thrusts that had you clutching his back and moaning his name.

The pace built quickly. Skin slapping, the wet sounds of him moving inside you, his groans mixing with your whimpers. Felix buried his face in your neck, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other braced beside your head.

“You feel so fucking good,” he panted. “Been dreaming about this… you naked in my bed… saying my name like that..”

You dragged your nails down his back and he shuddered, hips snapping harder. One hand slipped between you to rub your clit and that was it, you came with a cry, clenching around him. Felix followed right after, groaning your name like it was a prayer, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom.

After, he didn’t pull out right away. Just collapsed half on top of you, both of you sweaty and trembling. He kissed your temple, your cheek, your lips, soft, lazy kisses while his hand stroked your side.

“Stay tonight?” he whispered, voice hoarse and hopeful. “Not just for this. For… all of it.”

You smiled, threading your fingers through his damp hair. “Yeah. I’m staying.”

He hummed happily, the deep sound vibrating through his chest, and pulled the covers over both of you.

“Best game night ever,” he mumbled sleepily.

You laughed quietly and kissed the top of his head.

“Rematch tomorrow?”

He grinned against your skin. “Only if we play for clothes again… and I get to keep you naked afterward.”

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[hnsbxby]

— ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴛ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴋʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ … 18+

The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.

Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eye’s half shut as he looked down at you.

“Feel so good,” He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.

Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.

Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eye’s half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.

You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.

Hyunjin didn’t notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.

He grinned, shifting. “What? You want a kiss?” He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. “Hm?”

You didn’t reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.

He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.

“You’re insatiable.” He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.

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[gyuzies]

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lee felix x fem!reader

» camboy!felix, inexperienced!reader, perv!felix, perv!reader [5.6k]

You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft — you were wrong.

contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.

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You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin — I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.

You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.

Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.

A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever —

But fuck did you just wanna get laid.

You're an adult you know your body — you know that you're tired of waiting.

Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.

You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.

Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.

Now Jisung has no filter — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.

This you cant.

"I'm just tired of feeling behind — and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.

The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.

"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start — do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.

"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.

You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.

Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.

He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.

"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.

"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account —" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.

"Jisung."

"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.

"God just tell me — what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.

"No way."

"No — not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.

The truth only makes you shrug, who cares — I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.

But it does.

Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.

Dangerous really.

Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.

You're not judging — no not at all.

You're interested.

When you definitely shouldn't be.

He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.

So you push it to the back of your mind.

You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, — keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.

Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.

Until last week.

Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.

The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.

Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.

Obviously that left you mad — because why are all guys dicks!

Well not all guys.

Your mind drifts back to Felix — what Jisung said.

before you can even process you're on your laptop.

Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.

Then you found it.

It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.

By popular I mean popular.

You can tell it's him instantly — noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.

Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.

This is wrong, to even be on his page.

Then you see it.

kittiebbokie live

It was basically a jumpscare.

Because why now.

This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.

You cant resist, just one look —

God you regret that.

The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.

This is a wet dream — possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.

You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.

Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.

By the time the live wrapped up you had came.

Hard, harder than ever before.

Then it hit you.

The guilt.

You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like — when you came to his voice.

You cant stop, even if you wanted to.

It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.

You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.

You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.

Because you knew him, you trusted him and god — did you need him.

He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.

And if he didn't then — you'll be in for a great time.

Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.

you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.

One person did though.

Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.

"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.

You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.

Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.

"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.

"Shoot."

Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words — you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.

"I was — browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.

"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.

Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name — hes definitely never called you that before.

"Shut up."

He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.

"So — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.

You cant hide your reaction — not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.

After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.

"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."

A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak — a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.

Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.

"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.

But oh, he did.

"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.

Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung — who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.

"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.

If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.

Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.

When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk — Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.

While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.

The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.

The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.

When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.

"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.

He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.

When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this — with Felix.

Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.

"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.

"Not much, two shots — to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.

"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.

His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.

"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.

Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.

When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.

Felix breaks the kiss when — only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.

"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this — him more.

You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.

"Words, angel."

"I want you to —" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.

He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.

Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips — swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.

His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.

"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.

You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.

His favourite colour.

He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.

"You planned for this — fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.

A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.

Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.

Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.

"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.

"Its all too much — in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.

You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.

"So gorgeous, all for me too — arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.

His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.

giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.

The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.

Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.

Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.

He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.

"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.

"Wanna feel your mouth… On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.

"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.

A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.

"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.

"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.

"Are you? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.

"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.

Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.

"Fuck — look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.

"Fuck — Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.

Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.

The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.

Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face — quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying — his words muffled by your pussy.

His tongue pushes into you — giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.

You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.

You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.

Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — not entirely sure what you're begging for.

You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.

You feel your orgasm crash over you — instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.

Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.

You make the mistake of looking at him — because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning — slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.

"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.

"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.

Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.

"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct — a stark contrast to your strained voice.

He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that —"

"I want to, so —" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.

"Teach me.."

Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.

Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.

The sight of him in front of you makes you drool — you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.

All the forwardness leaves your body — you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.

"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.

"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight — yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.

"Fuck — you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.

Recalling back to one of his streams — you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.

Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.

"Fuck — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.

The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him — his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.

Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.

Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.

Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.

"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent — slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.

"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.

He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.

Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.

"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.

"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."

His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.

"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.

You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.

Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.

"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.

"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."

His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.

"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.

You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.

Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.

When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.

"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.

"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly — using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.

"I'm a virgin, not glass."

He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.

Slowly, he sinks in.

Not all at once — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.

The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.

Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.

"It's okay, ive got you — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.

Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — and you need more.

You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.

Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.

"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.

"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.

Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.

His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.

His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.

"Squeezing me so tight — fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.

His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.

The sudden change only makes him go deeper — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.

"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.

You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.

"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.

"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.

Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.

Felix cums right after — the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.

His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.

He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room — emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.

Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.

The silence is comfortable — letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.

"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.

Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.

"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I —" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.

Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.

"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.

"I meant it though — that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.

"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.

"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."

It takes you a moment to process his words — hitting deep in your chest.

"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.

"Shut up."

He doesn't reply — just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.

"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double — especially if you moan like that."

"Felix."

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Stay with us: Chapter Thirteen

Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU Summary: You emerge from your room post heat. Warnings: mentions of sex Masterlist

The rest of the pack didn't hear from you or chan for just over a week. Or to better put it, they didn't see you or chan for just over a week, but they certainly heard you.

The first sign that your heat was over was when Jisung and Changbin found Chan shirtless in the kitchen, freshly showered and making a cup of tea for you.

He hadn't left that room for nine days despite the fact that Felix urged him to during the lull periods, he was a pack alpha with a newly claimed omega there was no chance that he was going to let her out of sight for any significant amount of time.

"We were starting to think that you two had killed eachother in there" Changbin jokes, propping himself up on the counter to open his grilled chicken salad. "Funny"

"How is she?"

"Over it now I think, she's doing an 'everything shower' whatever that means"

"Thats good..." The two of them nod, exchanging cautious glances which chan raises a brow at "What are those looks for?"

"Did you claim her?"

"I'm surprised you didn't feel it through the bond"

"we thought we did but we were a little...distracted at the time"

Chan smirks "Oh yes Felix did tell me, hope you didn’t break any beds” Changbin shrugs "Nah just a few bedslats"

Chan nearly chokes on his water "I see"

"Like it hasn't happened before"

Chan rolls his eyes, leaning back against the island. "Anyway why do you want to know?"

"you know...reasons, curiosity" Jisung shrugs not as casually as he would like "Yes, curiousity, god forbid we take interests in our mates"

Chan squints at them "Sure."

You soon emerge from your room on weak legs, half asleep as you pad into the kitchen "Morning"

"It's 3:50pm but sure, Good morning baby coffee?"

"Please" Jisung pecks your forehead on his way past you, insighting a quiet growl from Chan. "Woah, relax, you'd think I scented her or something"

"Don't even talk about anything like that right now"

With a brow raised you walk towards the fridge "Everything okay?"

"Yeah just Chan being pack alpha gets a bit possessive after claiming a mate, its a miracle he let you out of the room honestly"

"Oh I'm very aware by now, I started to clam down like a day ago believe it or not this is him loosening up"

Felix soon wanders in "Oh I was about to grab some food for your both, all done?" Felix wraps his arms around you from behind.

"Hold on why can Felix touch her and that's fine" Han whines in protest when he realises that chan doesn't care, Chris shrugs "They're both omegas? I don't know, also he's been coming in and out for days I guess I'm used to it"

"He'll get over it in a few days, Chris did the same thing when he claimed me, and Ji you really can't say anything after your first rut"

"Hey- not fair" Han points in accusation as he sits up on the counter. "Everyone knows first ruts is off limits"

"And first heats aren't?"

"Well i'm not making fun of you babe, I'm making fun of chan, and it is definitely not his first" Taking a bite from his salad seungmin and Hyunjin soon wander in "Oh hey, finally finished?"

You let out a deep breath "Yeah...I swear it doesn't normally last this long" Seungmin nods to chan "You should probably check in with the company there's a bunch of stuff waiting for you at the studio"

Chan sighs "Lovely, I'll call now" He pads out the room, laptop in hand. A pang of guilt hitting you as you realise that you were the one who wanted only him to help with your heat which is why he missed so much work.

"Hey" Felix whispers to you "Chris would've insisted on taking the time off regardless of whether or not you even wanted him in the room, don't worry about it"

You nod, open the fridge "Why is their nothing but chicken breast, kale, and eggs in here?"

"We haven't had the chance to go to the store...and I like my salads" Changbin shrugs.

"If you want something to eat I'll take you, we need to go food shopping anyway" Seungmin suggested, you smile "Sounds good, I need to get out the house"

"I'll come too" Hyunjin chimes in with a slightly awkward confidence "If- if that's alright"

You and seungmin exchange a glance of confusion on his delivery "Yeah of course" Hyunjin smiles in a little bit too much glee for a grocery run "great- great I'll get my shoes"

"O...kay"

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You hadn't even realised it was the evening until the three of you had left the house, streetlights reflecting off your faces through the glass as hyunjin drove you and Seungmin to the store. "How much do we want to get if you all are leaving for tour in two weeks?"

"I'm not sure there is any amount of food we could buy that would last us all two weeks, some of our pack have black holes as stomachs"

"Oh I see"

if you are being honest you're suprised that they can just casually go to the supermarket given their work but you had to admit that there was something about it that you strangely enjoy, perhaps its the domesticity of it all and the fact that you had just gone through heat, you don't know but you certianly don't usually enjoy a grocery run as much as you currently are.

"Is there something specific you want to get hyunjin?" You ask as the three of you enter the store. "Hm? No, why?"

"Oh you just sounded eager to come to the store i thought you were probably after something specific"

Hyunjin blinks back at you blankly "Oh... no reason"

"Oh...kay?" you raise a brow as you open one of the fridges to grab milk from the top shelf but struggling. "Here" Hyunjin reaches up to grab the milk off the top shelf to pass it to you "Thank you" you smile back at him.

Right as you turn your back Hyunjin nods to seungmin with glee which is responded with a glare as if to say 'pabo' that you misinterpret as being directed towards you. "What's that look for?"

"Not you don't worry"

You look back towards hyunjin in confusion, head darting between the two of them before shaking it off. "I'm going to get some coffee" You walk off.

"Min did you see?"

"I did, congratulations you're tall"

"you know that's not what I meant"

"I didnt know you were this easy to please, to think all this time I had been-"

"Hey- not in public"

Seungmin snickers "If you say so, but I think when Minho suggested to try and get close to her i don't think this is what he had in mind"

"Baby steps" He shrugs

Seungmin rolls his eyes "You're overthinking it, she's not some rare bird, she'll let you get close to her if you're normal about it, she'll even come to you if she thinks that you won't push her away"

"Is...is that what she thinks?"

he gets taken aback by Hyunjin's question "I... don't know, but if I'm being honest I wouldn't be surprised if she did, just, look"

Seungmin walks off, staying in hyunjin's view as he approaches you, standing behind you as you browse the shelves, not quite touching, just existing in your space. You reach up to grab one but his hand grasps yours before you can "Not that one- it has tree nuts, you're allergic remember?"

Hyunjin's eyes are trained on the way that your entwined hands fall carelessly to your side, he's convinced he even witnesses you squeeze back. "Oh yeah, thanks"

"You need to be more careful with stuff like that"

Suddenly hyunjin's hand is somehow too light, there isn't enough weight to it. It isn't sudden, it's a slow burning realisation as he notices that he has somehow gone from feeling guilty about pushing you away when he knows you have feelings towards him to pining for that touch.

A knot pulls tight in his chest at the thought.

He's not even an alpha but he thinks that this may be the closest he's ever felt to that particular type of possession.

It's not even that he doesn't want seungmin touching you, it's less why him and why not me?

And it's that lost, yearning stare that pulls seungmin out of what he was doing. "Can you go grab some chicken breast while i get salad?" He asks you, messing up your hair slightly.

You nod happily before wandering away unaware, seungmin makes his way back to him. He sighs "Y/n's favourite chocolate is Dark, you should grab some for her" he taps his shoulder as if to break him from a trance.

"Right... yeah"

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[denofstay]

Stay with us: Chapter Thirteen

Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU Summary: You emerge from your room post heat. Warnings: mentions of sex Masterlist

The rest of the pack didn't hear from you or chan for just over a week. Or to better put it, they didn't see you or chan for just over a week, but they certainly heard you.

The first sign that your heat was over was when Jisung and Changbin found Chan shirtless in the kitchen, freshly showered and making a cup of tea for you.

He hadn't left that room for nine days despite the fact that Felix urged him to during the lull periods, he was a pack alpha with a newly claimed omega there was no chance that he was going to let her out of sight for any significant amount of time.

"We were starting to think that you two had killed eachother in there" Changbin jokes, propping himself up on the counter to open his grilled chicken salad. "Funny"

"How is she?"

"Over it now I think, she's doing an 'everything shower' whatever that means"

"Thats good..." The two of them nod, exchanging cautious glances which chan raises a brow at "What are those looks for?"

"Did you claim her?"

"I'm surprised you didn't feel it through the bond"

"we thought we did but we were a little...distracted at the time"

Chan smirks "Oh yes Felix did tell me, hope you didn’t break any beds” Changbin shrugs "Nah just a few bedslats"

Chan nearly chokes on his water "I see"

"Like it hasn't happened before"

Chan rolls his eyes, leaning back against the island. "Anyway why do you want to know?"

"you know...reasons, curiosity" Jisung shrugs not as casually as he would like "Yes, curiousity, god forbid we take interests in our mates"

Chan squints at them "Sure."

You soon emerge from your room on weak legs, half asleep as you pad into the kitchen "Morning"

"It's 3:50pm but sure, Good morning baby coffee?"

"Please" Jisung pecks your forehead on his way past you, insighting a quiet growl from Chan. "Woah, relax, you'd think I scented her or something"

"Don't even talk about anything like that right now"

With a brow raised you walk towards the fridge "Everything okay?"

"Yeah just Chan being pack alpha gets a bit possessive after claiming a mate, its a miracle he let you out of the room honestly"

"Oh I'm very aware by now, I started to clam down like a day ago believe it or not this is him loosening up"

Felix soon wanders in "Oh I was about to grab some food for your both, all done?" Felix wraps his arms around you from behind.

"Hold on why can Felix touch her and that's fine" Han whines in protest when he realises that chan doesn't care, Chris shrugs "They're both omegas? I don't know, also he's been coming in and out for days I guess I'm used to it"

"He'll get over it in a few days, Chris did the same thing when he claimed me, and Ji you really can't say anything after your first rut"

"Hey- not fair" Han points in accusation as he sits up on the counter. "Everyone knows first ruts is off limits"

"And first heats aren't?"

"Well i'm not making fun of you babe, I'm making fun of chan, and it is definitely not his first" Taking a bite from his salad seungmin and Hyunjin soon wander in "Oh hey, finally finished?"

You let out a deep breath "Yeah...I swear it doesn't normally last this long" Seungmin nods to chan "You should probably check in with the company there's a bunch of stuff waiting for you at the studio"

Chan sighs "Lovely, I'll call now" He pads out the room, laptop in hand. A pang of guilt hitting you as you realise that you were the one who wanted only him to help with your heat which is why he missed so much work.

"Hey" Felix whispers to you "Chris would've insisted on taking the time off regardless of whether or not you even wanted him in the room, don't worry about it"

You nod, open the fridge "Why is their nothing but chicken breast, kale, and eggs in here?"

"We haven't had the chance to go to the store...and I like my salads" Changbin shrugs.

"If you want something to eat I'll take you, we need to go food shopping anyway" Seungmin suggested, you smile "Sounds good, I need to get out the house"

"I'll come too" Hyunjin chimes in with a slightly awkward confidence "If- if that's alright"

You and seungmin exchange a glance of confusion on his delivery "Yeah of course" Hyunjin smiles in a little bit too much glee for a grocery run "great- great I'll get my shoes"

"O...kay"

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You hadn't even realised it was the evening until the three of you had left the house, streetlights reflecting off your faces through the glass as hyunjin drove you and Seungmin to the store. "How much do we want to get if you all are leaving for tour in two weeks?"

"I'm not sure there is any amount of food we could buy that would last us all two weeks, some of our pack have black holes as stomachs"

"Oh I see"

if you are being honest you're suprised that they can just casually go to the supermarket given their work but you had to admit that there was something about it that you strangely enjoy, perhaps its the domesticity of it all and the fact that you had just gone through heat, you don't know but you certianly don't usually enjoy a grocery run as much as you currently are.

"Is there something specific you want to get hyunjin?" You ask as the three of you enter the store. "Hm? No, why?"

"Oh you just sounded eager to come to the store i thought you were probably after something specific"

Hyunjin blinks back at you blankly "Oh... no reason"

"Oh...kay?" you raise a brow as you open one of the fridges to grab milk from the top shelf but struggling. "Here" Hyunjin reaches up to grab the milk off the top shelf to pass it to you "Thank you" you smile back at him.

Right as you turn your back Hyunjin nods to seungmin with glee which is responded with a glare as if to say 'pabo' that you misinterpret as being directed towards you. "What's that look for?"

"Not you don't worry"

You look back towards hyunjin in confusion, head darting between the two of them before shaking it off. "I'm going to get some coffee" You walk off.

"Min did you see?"

"I did, congratulations you're tall"

"you know that's not what I meant"

"I didnt know you were this easy to please, to think all this time I had been-"

"Hey- not in public"

Seungmin snickers "If you say so, but I think when Minho suggested to try and get close to her i don't think this is what he had in mind"

"Baby steps" He shrugs

Seungmin rolls his eyes "You're overthinking it, she's not some rare bird, she'll let you get close to her if you're normal about it, she'll even come to you if she thinks that you won't push her away"

"Is...is that what she thinks?"

he gets taken aback by Hyunjin's question "I... don't know, but if I'm being honest I wouldn't be surprised if she did, just, look"

Seungmin walks off, staying in hyunjin's view as he approaches you, standing behind you as you browse the shelves, not quite touching, just existing in your space. You reach up to grab one but his hand grasps yours before you can "Not that one- it has tree nuts, you're allergic remember?"

Hyunjin's eyes are trained on the way that your entwined hands fall carelessly to your side, he's convinced he even witnesses you squeeze back. "Oh yeah, thanks"

"You need to be more careful with stuff like that"

Suddenly hyunjin's hand is somehow too light, there isn't enough weight to it. It isn't sudden, it's a slow burning realisation as he notices that he has somehow gone from feeling guilty about pushing you away when he knows you have feelings towards him to pining for that touch.

A knot pulls tight in his chest at the thought.

He's not even an alpha but he thinks that this may be the closest he's ever felt to that particular type of possession.

It's not even that he doesn't want seungmin touching you, it's less why him and why not me?

And it's that lost, yearning stare that pulls seungmin out of what he was doing. "Can you go grab some chicken breast while i get salad?" He asks you, messing up your hair slightly.

You nod happily before wandering away unaware, seungmin makes his way back to him. He sighs "Y/n's favourite chocolate is Dark, you should grab some for her" he taps his shoulder as if to break him from a trance.

"Right... yeah"

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[toutecir]

Make It go Up

Category: romantic, sensual

Synopsis: A fight between you two carries the entire night away.

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You slammed the door closed as you entered the house, frustrated with everything that had been said and done. The worst part was that Felix didn't even understand what was wrong, following you around with confusion written on his face. His frustrations were rising with every second as he slowly opened the door and silently closed it, "Just tell me what I did wrong."

"WHY do I always have to tell you what YOU did wrong. Aren't you capable of finding it out on your own?"

He groaned in frustration, "How can I find it out on my own if you can't even EXPLAIN what I did wrong?"

You let your bag fall on the table before going upstairs to the shared bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the living room. His hand came up to his hair, stroking and gripping it with annoyance as he again decided to follow you up. He ran up the stairs, opening the door with a big push.

You heard him enter as you were already putting some of your clothes off, which had planted an idea in his mind. His breath was now directly at your ear as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, "Hmmm, I think I know what you need...." your stomach being stroked slowly and tenderly.

"Is that your plan?"

"Hmmm...." he whispered in your ear, "I think it's worth trying, don't you?"

You turned around to face him, your arms crossed over your chest, "Since I am still pissed off with you, there will be some rules...."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What rules?"

"First of all...." you unclipped your bra, "No breast touching,"

He groaned, "Fine.... no.... breast touching."

"No neck touching,"

"What? Are you trying to kill me or something? Are you also going to say I can't kiss you, too?"

"Hmmmm, that's a very good one, no kissing either, don't you even dare touch my lips."

He didn't want to do this anymore; all these stupid rules made it impossible to enjoy this, but since you looked at him in such a cocky way, he started to unbutton his blouse, "Alright, if you want to play like that. Guess there needs to be some rules for you too...."

You already sat on the bed, "Like what?"

"Well, no neck touching for you either, or....pec touching. This area here," his hand moved to his chest, "That's a no-no for you, miss."

"Let's just get this over with."

Felix moved to the bed, kneeling on it while stripping down. There was a tense silence; no one was really speaking. Your eyes already fell on his chest. Look, you loved touching his pecs, squeezing them, making him feel overstimulated to get him higher. Now it was like a trophy you cannot even touch. Well, you weren't the only one who was regretting this all; his eyes slipped to the soft skin of your neck, wanting to plant so many kisses there.

He didn't know what to do if he couldn't start with at least a soft kiss, or a rough kiss; it just felt so dry as he pushed you on your back. His two fingers hooked on your panties as he dragged them down. "Why do you make things always so difficult?" he muttered under his breath. You felt his fingers go through your folds, which were, weirdly enough, wet. A little whimper escaped your vulnerable lips, already begging to be touched. He wanted to catch those noises, but you turned away from him, angling your face to the side, not even wanting to look at him.

He already slipped two fingers inside of you, thrusting them slowly as he still wanted to see your face turn flustered, "Cmon Y/N...." he whispered right by your ear, "Just let me do my thing."

A little "No" fell from your lips, frustrating him even more as his fingers started to pump faster without a clue. His jaw was clenched as his chest was breathing heavily. His pecs were starting to be even more beautiful as you weren't permitted to touch them. Your hands ghosted over them, trying to grip something, following up to his neck but then falling down on the blankets, gripping those instead.

Even if your touch ghosted around him, he still wanted to desperately break all the rules and go for it all. This time, he didn't want to break first, so he kept doing his job while seeing you wiggle under him, "I know you want it...." his lips ghosted by your neck, his breath hitting your soft skin in all the right places.

"No...." you panted. This was harder than he thought it would be. Your stubborn ass is still sticking to those stupid rules. Your legs started to tremble as with every "no" you said, his fingers would curl up. This entire evening was too different.

He slipped his fingers out of you, placing his hands on either side of your head with a groan, his eyes boring into yours before positioning himself between your legs.

"Is that all the foreplay I get tonight?"

"Yes, it is," his eyes narrowed, his hands gripping into the blanket, "That is all for you."

"Great," you scoffed, not even wanting to look at him. He slipped inside of you with such ease, firstly thrusting into you very slowly, at least your facial expressions soothed him, a strangled moan hitting his ears, "Hmmm," his heart beating faster as he couldn't stay angry at you.

Sweat appeared on his forehead as he started to thrust faster and faster, his hands curling up on either side of your head. Your eyes looked up at him, his lips so glossy and plump. Your hand came up to his face, wanting to stroke his cheek, but you let it fall down again. Your hands wanted to grip his body so badly, wanting to feel him. His eyes started to go from frustrated to desperate, trying to tell you something without using words.

You felt him lean closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours as he still thrusted into you, his pace slowing down a bit as he finally reached something he wanted, "I....cannot do it like this...." he panted, "Please...." his head hanging down, "Please....Y/N...."

His pleas were too much for you, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, wanting to see his face, "Felix...." His big eyes looked at you, still so wanting, "Please...." and you know what to say; a man who yearns, earns. Your arms slowly moved around his neck, stroking his hair as you angled in his head towards him. He leaned down slowly, dipping his head down to finally taste your lips against his. It was first soft and slow, "Hmmmm Y/N...." his tongue gliding on your bottom lip, his hands gripping your face and pressing you tighter against the pillow.

He became bolder as he finally could touch you like he wanted to, his thrust becoming so fast that you couldn't even maintain eye contact with him, "No, no....keep looking at me." he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, they were so warm. They could literally warm up the entire room if needed.

In a flash of instinct, you thrusted your hips harder against him, a gasp escaping his lips as his eyes widened. He looked down at the movement, looking at how you rocked, making him fall apart under your touch, "Fuck...." he buried his face in your neck, "Keep....going like that," he said breathlessly, his teeth starting to nibble on the sensitive flesh of your neck. You felt his tongue twirl around and sucking harder as your pace fastened.

His hands found your breasts, kneading and massaging them softly. His thumb brushes over your nipple before letting his mouth trail down from your neck to your chest. You felt his tongue twirl around it, sucking on one, and his other hand playing with the other one, "Fucking beautiful...."

Your head fell back on the pillow, this time he was one hundred percent in control. His hips slammed against yours, holding you tight under his grip as you only focused on the movements of his tongue, "Want to hear you more. Cmon baby...." he gripped one leg over his shoulder, "....tell me how much you hate me."

Your back arched, gasping at the sudden angling. He was hitting all the right spots, your lips trembling as you tried to make a phrase, but it only came out as a," Uh hm...I....hmmm, ha....." He chuckled as you lost all your words at the moment, his hips moving still with a coherent pace. In his position, he could see everything move; he could see every little expression change. You felt his lips press against yours again, this time roughly as his tongue entered. It wanted to explore everything, almost making you lose your breath as he couldn't stop, not wanting to break apart from you, "Wai-.....hmmm....brea-...."

Another chuckle escaped his lips, "Hmmm...." he broke the kiss, looking at how your chest moved rapidly up and down. Your legs trembled, and you began to sat up straighter as you couldn't handle his movements anymore, "Plea-....se...."

"Ah now you want it.....hmmm? Cmon....tell me....what do you want?"

You always wondered how he could still speak without stuttering in these situations, how he could stay so composed as he finally could taste his favorite spots. You furrowed your eyebrows, letting your body fall down again as you basically gave up talking, "No-no...." he gripped your chin, "Tell me....cmon baby...."

"I...." "Yes...." "Can't...." "Can't what....you are almost there...."

You groaned, "....Can't....need...." fuck ," ....come...."

"Hmmmm," he smiled, "good job...." and with that, he closed the night by going as fast as he could, slamming, thrusting into you as if it was the end of the world. Your back arched, gripping his arms tightly as you saw your eyes roll back, then release after all that tension. He rode you throughout, burying his face in the crook of your neck before letting out a loud gasp.

"Hmmm...." he stroked your hair back, "....how did those rules work out?"

"Fuck you," you panted, "Ah fuck me? If you say so baby."

The next time you should use handcuffs instead.