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milkybonya · 1 year

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rendezvous ☆ felix

! : Felix is bullied when he's younger, idk how long it is but i hope long enough and not too dragged on </3, not proof-read !

# : bestie prince!felix x gn royal!reader, a robin hood moment

[💌: i am so grateful to be part of this collab, especially because i am in a mental rut and this fic is short, literally written in just a few sparse sittings, and is really gonna be the lowest of the low 🛌 anyways stay tuned for the other writers' works and ty if u decide to give mine a read T-T]

"just pick the time, i'm down, i always do."

being a royal isn't all that magical. it's just annoying. you have none of your own agency, you're followed around all day, you always have to act and look perfect... it's so tiring. sure, you don't have to worry about not being able to afford things, but it sucks. living in so much wealth while others are dying sucks.

and it sucks that you can't do anything about it... except, you can. and you do. and that's your only joy in life.

your parents only trust you, their beloved royal child, with Felix. he's your best friend from another kingdom, one whom you supposedly can never marry, so it's fine if you're just harmless friends. your two kingdoms are on peaceful terms, anyway.

when Felix visits you once a week, you're allowed to leave the palace and be with him. it's the day you look forward to the most, especially because you give back to the community on this special day of the week.

there's no putting it simply. you both dress up as commoners and roam the streets, handing out large sums of money to people who need it. the money is a combination of your own allowance and the palace's money. it's almost like a robin hood situation.

"is the royal highness of this palace ready to embark on yet another adventure?" you hear Felix's deep voice behind of your bedroom.

the guard standing outside your door says, "prince Felix is here, shall i let him in?"

"of course," you say, and the doors open to reveal Felix, dressed all in white and not a single stain on hin despite riding his horse here.

"are you ready?" he asks with a grin, his blonde locks falling into his eyes.

"are you? you're not going dressed like that, are you?" you ask the boy, who shakes his head at you.

"stop playing, i know you have clothes ready for me in your closet," he says, walking over to find them for hinself.

"and what would you do without me?" you tease, also joining him in searching through your closet for some commoner's clothes, kindly donated to you by some of your servants and friends.

"i'd be living my best life," Felix says, jokingly.

you punch his shoulder lightly and he acts as though he's been shot.

"is everything okay, your highness y/n?" the guard outside asks.

"yes, don't worry! Felix is just being annoying," you say.

he sticks his tongue out at you and giggles, grabbing his clothes of choice and running to your ensuite to change.

he makes sure you're also dressed before he steps back into your room. as if you haven't already done this a million times, the two of you look at each other and laugh.

"you'd be such a heart throb commoner," you tell Felix as you fix his collar.

his cheeks turn red slightly due the proximity as he chuckles, watching your delicate fingers against his clothes.

"i'm already a heart throb now, what are you gonna do about it?!" he says after you move back, sticking his tongue out at you.

you wave him away and leave your room, getting ready to leave the palace. he follows you and the two of you talk the whole way into town.

the palace is far from town, another thing which you hate. it's to physically displace the royals from the rest and it's awful. still, you prefer getting there on-foot.

"i still can't believe some of the servants who make deliveries have to walk this long journey every day," you say to Felix, who casually pulls you away from a big hole in the path.

"it's the worst. and in the heat, too?! gosh."

silence evelops you both as you digest the moment, walking along this path with your best friend. suddenly, you start to think about how much Felix has grown up.

before, you were always defending him when you were both younger. he was always bullied for being too feminine of a prince and you despised everyone who thought so. now, he's stealing everyone's hearts with his gorgeous face and deep voice. you'd like to say you have dibs on him because you've always loved him unconditionally from the start but... why would you have dibs on your friend?

"y/n, do you know what rendezvous means?" Felix suddenly asks.

"of course i do.. it's french for appointment and means the same in english--a time and place for two people to meet," you say.

"i like that word a lot. it sounds so much better than appointment, meeting, or... well, anything else."

"well, that's random," you say.

Felix's deep laugh is contagious as you laugh along with him. you didn't realize how warm it is today, and appreciate the gentle breeze that finds you both in that moment.

"it's not random! i feel like we're having a rendezvous right now. this is our rendezvous," he explains.

for some reason, your mind goes blank. Felix turns to look at you and smiles when your eyes meet.

"and this is why you're stealing everyone's hearts," you say.

"everyone's except yours," he mumbles.

___☎️

finally, you both make it to town. it's as busy as ever with all the merchants selling their goods and people trying to bargain for a good deal.

"let's see who needs our help today," Felix whispers to you as he pulls you close.

you walk up to a stand and overhear a mother trying to bargain.

"please, i really need these herbs! my son is sick and i can't afford to pay for medicine. with these herbs, i can help him at least feel a bit better. please, i only have this much with me," the lady shows the merchant her money, but he dismisses her.

just as she turns to leave, Felix places a bag of money in her hands.

"buy the herbs, some medicine, and some good fruit. i hope your son gets better," he tells her.

she beams as she analyzes the contents of the bag.

"oh my goodness! young man, where did you get all this from?"

"don't worry about it. i can't promise i didn't steal it, but i can promise that no one will ever know," he says wirh a wink.

the lady chuckles and when she turns to pay for the herbs, both you and Felix rush off.

"i hope her son feels better," you say with a pout.

Felix pats your head. "i'm sure he'll be fine."

as you both continue to walk around, an old man calling to you both makes you turn around.

"you lovely two, would you like your fortune told? it doesn't cost much and it's very accurate!"

you and Felix look at each other.

"i don't believe in this stuff but let's give it a shot," he says.

you follow the man to his hut and he invites you to sit down.

"so, would you like to see your future in love, health, or wealth?" the man asks.

"love," Felix says without hesitation.

"ah, be careful if you are a couple," the old man says hesitantly. "if the fortune is bad, i am not responsible for a breakup!"

"ah, no, we're not a couple!" you say.

Felix's heart drops.

the old man smiles, reading the situation and after a moment of silence, reveals your fortune.

"i can see that the two of you are close friends, but there are different feelings blooming between you both. you're hesitant, wary of the other's heart. stop being so careful. your guess is right, just go for it," he says.

you choke on your own saliva and take hold of Felix's arm. "okay, that's enough! thank you, sir!"

you leave the hut and meet a Felix with a flushed face.

"hey, we're just gonna forget about that, right?" you ask, flustered.

Felix suddenly turns serious.

"and why should we?" he asks.

suddenly, his features harden. not in an angry way but in an incredibly handsome way.

"y/n, how can i just forget the fact that i've been loving you for an eternity?" he asks, reaching for your hand this time.

you feel your heart race against your chest and your pulse quickens.

struggling to find words, Felix continues speaking for you.

"i want my rendezvous with you to last a lifetime, y/n. can't we get engaged?"

you blink up at him, the pretty prince who has, unbeknown to you, stolen your heart. and just like that, everything falls into place.

as much as your robin hood rendezvous with Felix has always been about giving back to the community, it was also a lovely excuse to see Felix. Felix, your friend, your first love.

how could you say no? how could you say no to him, when you'd never in your dreams imagine him proposing to you like this?

"Felix.. you really like me? this isn't some lie just to not hurt my feelings? are you just trying to make the old man sound right?" you ask.

Felix shakes his head, caressing your cheek.

"you... don't love anyone else?"

"now why would i, y/n? we've both been silly, ignoring all the signs. let's stop it now, if you're ready," he says.

the wind picks up and it sounds as if the universe is screaming, begging for you to say yes. and that's your sign. that's the engraving of the rendezvous in the universe. an eternal rendezvous.

the second you hug Felix and rest your head on his chest, he returns your embrace and cups the back of your head.

everything finally feels right. you can see it, a future together with Felix in the kingdom where the divide between royal and commoner will no longer be so wide.

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bamnamuu · 8 months

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think faster ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ lee felix wc: 320 (kinda proof read)

y/n rushed to her front door hoping that felix hadn’t lied to her, and opened it to find her freckly best friend beaming at her.

“i think you owe me a kiss” he said the cockiness seeping through

“ohhh come on i don’t owe you anything!” y/n snapped back annoyed , but happy to see lix with both of them being busy with work it’s hard to make up non existent time to see each other.

“come in it’s about to rain, can’t get you sick” she said moving out of the way for the blue haired boy to walk in.

“ thanks” felix said with that familiar smile

“i got home early and thought maybe you might want these!” he said giving y/n the tub of still warm brownies

“ YOU’RE A MIND READER I SWEAR! felix you are way to good to me” y/n said while bouncing up and down, screaming at felix who was scared at the sudden volume change

“i actually came for something else too” the freckled boy said bringing a hand up to scratch his head nervously,

“what’s the something you speak of ?” y/n spoke with confusion and suspicion

“ well i want to tell you something and get my kiss you so graciously wanted to give me before!” felix reigned his confidence to hide his nervousness, which didn’t help y/n find what he was hinting at

“tell me what?”

“fuck it” with a swift movement felix’s hands moved to y/n’s head while his mouth found a place on y/n’s, felix knew this was a bad idea kissing his best friend but he just couldn’t stop thinking of her as more that that, and now he’s thinking what a colossal mistake he’s made hopefully she doesn’t hate him after this, before he pulls away he feels y/ns hand reach up to pull him back down to her.

a/n: then they ate felix's brownies and happy ever after, but in actuality i dont know how i wrote this like i just opened this app and just typed :) hope everyone is having a good weekend 😽 oh also let me know who i should write aboout next!

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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— good boy gone bad, felix

pairing: gangster!felix x spy!fem reader (with she/her pronouns)

genre: suggestive, slight enemies to lovers trope, fluff

warnings: mentions of weapons, sex (not executed), drugs & profanity, kissing, making-out, minors dni, a freaking cliffhanger, not proofread.

word count: 4.4k

note: my first ever fic after a whole month of hiatus! i know this is such a disappointment, i'm so lazy af TT and HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELIX !! ♡

The solemn rays of sunset kissed his skin as he sat at the edge of an empty rooftop. Blue skies were mixed with yellow and orange to prepare for the end of the afternoon. His skin glows with the natural light highlighting the stars imprinted on his cheeks. A feeling of ease and quiet, but it will turn into chaos after the sun disappears. He watched the busy streets as the sounds of cars faded when they get to a distance, people take the crossings and choose different paths to their destination, and the buildings start to light up before dark.

“You should get home before they see you,” A friend of his spoke, taking the empty spot next to him.

“Let them chase me, they won’t get anything from me anyway,” He smirked. “Did you hear from Chan?”

“No, but they thought you stole drugs from them, it’s dangerous for you to hang around,”

“It’s not my fault why he screw up the plan,” Felix hissed. “Whatever the fuck is going on, it wasn’t me,”

“We know,” His friend sighs.

“The government doesn’t have the power to take us to prison too,” Felix said.

“I know, but just be careful, you know the Boss won’t bail us out once one gets caught carelessly,”

“Right,” Felix answered, sighing heavily. “How is Y/n doing?”

“Since when did you get interested in her?” His friend smirked but Felix just scoffed in response.

“I’m just worried that her roommate is a criminal,” He laughed. “Does she know?” He asked again, looking at his friend.

“No,”

“Good,” Felix nodded.

“It’s not good knowing that I might cause her danger. I need to move out soon,” Hyunjin sighs.

“Why don’t you stay in our dorm? It’s easier than risking a life of a stranger who doesn’t know your crimes,” Felix suggested as Hyunjin shook his head.

“I’ll try to talk to her about it, and by the way, do you want me to introduce you to her?” Hyunjin smirked which made Felix laugh along.

“No thanks, I don’t want to get someone involved in my crimes,” Felix answered, looking back to the wonderful afternoon view.

“Such a good boy you are Felix,” His friend laughed when he nudged his arm playfully.

“Shut up Hyunjin,” He chuckled.

“It’s getting dark soon, are you sure you’re staying longer?” Hyunjin asked, glancing at the younger boy beside him.

“Yeah, get home safely,”

Hyunjin left the rooftop and disappeared as he sighs heavily, taking his time watching the sunset again. He fell into deep thoughts after realizing he was all alone, but the noisy crowd kept him distracted. It was getting cold anyway, the autumn breeze was being ignored by a busy city. Everyone except him but the authorities won’t ignore him for his alleged crimes. If it wasn’t for Chan, he wouldn’t be running around and hiding but he can’t blame the old man for screwing it up. Closing his eyes, things don’t matter to him anymore. Life is already bullshit to give a shit.

He rested his elbows on his knees, watching everything from above. Streetlights were already lit up and the population multiplied from what he saw before. This city life is no joke, all the bustling sounds of different things from here and there have gone suffocating. He knew he needed to leave—some big guys are going to find him soon.

Felix stood up and stared at the horizon for a bit, hands in his pockets and a lollipop in his mouth. The sun has already reached the other side of the earth—the night will be much more difficult than the day. Leaving the building in a blink of an eye was not effective when he reached the streets. Too crowded to make way, too noisy to feel peace, too suffocating to breathe, and the eyes of evil never wanting to let him go. He bumped a few shoulders as he went inside the chaos and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Being a member of a wanted gang makes it difficult but it will be fun playing chase—yet those glaring eyes of two men weren’t wearing uniforms. Felix smirked at them as he slowly stepped back, taking the candy out of his mouth. He started to smile while they stepped forward and threw the lollipop away before starting the game.

Running through the streets in the middle of the night and being chased by thugs wasn’t part of his plan. He just wanted to get back to the dorms without getting caught but fate loves to play. Men’s voices were heard as he escalated to the alley, jumping over a few barriers on the way. His hair is already a mess, his forehead covered with sweat—a bunch of profanity came out of his mouth. The sounds were getting louder in a quiet alley as he was panting heavily. He needed a place to hide after executing parkour on a busy evening. His hands rested on his knees trying to catch his breath with an exhausted laugh escaping his lips. They won’t catch him easily in a crowded street anyway but then again, he needs to lay low.

Felix took one last glance behind but only to find them glaring at him before walking away. Leaving the area would be safe for now but he needed a place to hide until he gets back to the dorms. A sigh escaped his lips as he wears his hood, shoving his hands in his pockets and left as well. This is going to be a busy night indeed. The sounds of cars on the highway blasted their horns making everything noisy, the heavy traffic wasn’t helping either. People are rushing by, several stores are preparing to close for the day, he didn’t know why he ended up going to college in such a chaotic place.

You turned off the lights of the bakery at exactly 7 o’clock. Another hectic day, you can’t blame the owner for having good quality pastries every day. It is a great experience but it doesn’t mean it’s that easy to fulfill. You needed a job to sustain yourself in the few remaining months of college. Graduation needs a lot of compliance and hard work isn't enough. This life is already a living hell after you cut off relations with everyone in your family.

People may not know what the future holds, but you are hoping everything will turn out well for you. Or that’s what you thought it would be. Life in the city has always been busy, people are always after money. It’s nothing new to you when you are one of them for the sake of surviving. You have no power in this world without it. Looking up to the sky, you could only hope. It’s been a long time since that man promised to pay you but nothing reaches your bank account—only from the owner of the bakery. You had to contemplate getting a second job because you knew the bakery’s salary won’t be enough, it made you regret working a side job. That man is a liar.

“Hey! Watch it!” Someone with a deep voice exclaimed after you felt something bump on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I一” You stopped, seeing who it was. “I wasn’t… looking,”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” He growled, rolling his eyes at you before taking his lollipop back inside his mouth.

“Sorry,” You said quietly stepping aside to make a way when he purposely bump his shoulder against yours the second time and left. “I said, ‘Sorry’! Idiot,”

Hissing underneath your breath, you just had to let it go. A jerk like him doesn’t deserve your attention anyway. But there was something about him that woke the curiosity inside you, even attraction. You shake your head while taking your way home, the usual direction you use for a shortcut to lessen the commotion. Streetlights started to dim their lights upon your presence which makes you tense. Everyone knows you are prone to danger when alone, especially when you could see the faces of thugs chasing that guy who bumped your shoulder. Your roommate didn’t even bother to call you, but you can’t blame him for being a wuss or probably he was just avoiding danger.

“I’m home,” You said, shutting the door behind you yet no response from them. “Hyunjin? Are you here?” Still nothing. You opened the door of his room and saw him passed out on his bed. A bunch of art materials on the floor and an unfinished painting on the easel near his mattress. Scoffing at the sight, he must’ve been so exhausted with the details. But seeing him being so passionate about his interest made you smile.

Closing his curtains and taking a few things on the floor, Hyunjin is careless sometimes, not minding the fact he’s been a few months older—he still needs someone to take care of him. The door gently shut after you were done and went to the kitchen to cook dinner. Hyunjin will never wake up in the next few hours anyway. Ramen became the only option after realizing there was nothing left in the fridge. You need to go food shopping the next day, which will be another busy day. Nothing changes, just like how the instructions for cooking ramen remain the same but one can be innovative with recipes. But on simple terms such as yours, innovation didn’t come yet. You let out a harsh sigh after having an exhausting day, a cup of ramen won’t satisfy your hunger but no other options left. Tasty noodles have always been the option that never disappoints.

⁠♡

“You almost got caught!” Chan exclaimed at Felix who was sitting on the couch across from him. “And what if they kill you?”

“They won’t get me,” Felix answered but Chan glared at him. “My job was to be the lookout with Jisung, you and Minho were in charge to get the drugs, how come you screwed up? And why I am to blame? Now I am the one they are looking for!”

“You didn’t touch anything that night don’t you?” Chan asked when Felix leaned at the backrest, poking his inner cheek with his tongue.

“Are you accusing me right now?” He asked.

“I’m not,” Chan spoke. “Just reassure me that you didn’t.”

“That place was a fucking warehouse, what am I supposed to take? Rusty metals? Garbage?” Felix hissed. “We’re just being fooled by that man, I can’t trust him,”

“I heard he took someone in,” Chan said, taking the seat beside Felix.

“A new spy?” Felix asked knitting his brows.

“I doubt it is,” Chan sighed. “I’m off to see him right now, he better do something about this matter of yours,” He added and went to take his way leaving the younger boy to fall into deep thoughts. The couch was comfy enough to rest as he stared at the old dirty ceiling. But instead of having a peaceful train of assumptions, the chaos happening within the neighborhood kept him awake. Sounds of moans and clatter were heard behind the thin walls, he shut his eyes tightly covering a pillow on his face but nothing works—why did this place was made of cheap materials with a high rate anyway?

“Bloody hell,” He hissed and jumped out of the couch, taking his leather vest, and left the dorm. The alley was quiet enough to pursue a train of thought as the stray animals ran past him. Felix bit his hair tie in between his teeth as he gather his black locks, trying to make a half ponytail. He crept and reached the busy streets again, taking a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket.

Hyunjin was out again, the same thing he does almost every day if he’s nothing painting anything. You were alone on your day off and the groceries were left to take care of. Two paper bags sat on the table as you read the receipt, so foolish of you to forget a few things, and sighed heavily. It looks like it’s going to rain, another hassle would lead to a high inconvenience. You were supposed to take a rest after grocery shopping, but bloody hell as it is—you left your apartment again.

Clouds started to gather as they paint the sky gray, you walked slowly out of your street address and went for a shortcut you always take in a broad daylight. You were already convinced that your life is in danger when the same men you saw last night are behind you, one was holding a baton and the other one has a knife. The orientation of your boss from your side job was right, working for him is already risking yourself but that doesn’t mean you’re weak to escape. You walked calmly to the crossing but another man showed up to stop you from escaping. Taking a few steps backward, you were already surrounded as you clutched the straps of your bag.

“Shit,” You hissed under your breath.

“You’re working for Mr. Yang right?” One man asked.

“You stole the drugs didn’t you?” Another one asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You smirked, taking your self-defense metal stick— clicking it to expand before whacking it to them, one was hit on his neck and waist. The metal was strong enough to make someone unconscious but that won’t be part of the plan for now. You need to escape, one of them tried to stab you but you managed to kick him away and ran.

Felix finally found a quiet place to think and be alone, a familiar alley he used to get home when he was still in middle school. But things happen for a change, once a quiet place turns into a chaotic one. He was sitting on the ground while having his back rested on a roller shutter filled with graffiti art, the lollipop stayed still inside his mouth as he closed his eyes. The stillness of the ground and the holding breeze of the wind were the only things he wanted to consume, but then, familiar voices were heard coming his way, and you, running for your life.

“After her!” One yelled.

“Fuck,” Felix hissed.

You were already at a distance from those thugs when you saw Felix glaring at them, you remembered his face from last night as he stood there, watching you.

“What are you doing? Fucking run, idiot!” You yelled at him.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He said and grabbed your hand, running towards somewhere unfamiliar.

“Hurry up! We’re losing them!” One yelled from behind as Felix keeps running head, tightening his grip on yours.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked, following his direction.

“Just shut your mouth!” He said before going inside an abandoned house and leading you to the bathroom. “Get inside the tub,”

“What? It’s dirty!” You exclaimed as he locked the door.

“Just fucking hide, they won’t find us here,” He hissed as you get inside the bathtub and let your back rest on the cold, dusty ceramic. Felix heard voices coming inside the house, and went to close the shower curtain, suddenly hovering above you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered beneath him.

“Hiding, not shut up, they’re here,” He said.

His face was just a few inches away from yours and you could feel his breath. His hands were placed on your waist as he lay above you, feeling each other’s bodies. The scent of his perfume is intoxicating and the way he stares at you made a weird feeling. His heartbeat is fast, the same as how yours respond in the current situation. You two fell into silence while listening to the heavy footsteps outside and loud footsteps became murmurs. Your eyes shut when one of them tried to open the door, forcing the doorknob to twist open.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “Don’t move,”

“They’re not here,” One said.

“This door is locked, they must be inside,” Another one said. Felix and you looked at each other, hoping they won’t pursue getting in—heartbeats became faster than usual.

“Leave it, this is haunted anyway,” The last one said. The sounds of their footsteps faded in the ditch which made you and Felix wait until everything is cleared. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as he collapsed above you.

“Are you alright?” You asked but he didn’t answer. “Please get off of me,” But no answer again.

He fell asleep inside the tub as you lay beside him gently caressing his black locks. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly to pull you closer to his exhausted body. Felix is a stranger, a new person you just met on the streets a few minutes ago, maybe hours after you saw him last night. But if it weren't for him, you would be dead by now. It was a careless move of yours to choose that alley for a shortcut towards the city, but a man sucking on a lollipop while leaning on a roller shutter saw you—an alleged gang member who was being followed too but had to involve you in his crimes when you were the one being chased.

Then again, you are convinced that your life is already in danger, but the beauty that lies within this person made him look like an angel. You stared at him, he was so gorgeous and his freckles were like constellations, a beautiful creature looking innocent but can kill a man. One look and you're done, yet it doesn't scare you in any way. But one thing about him, he is fucking insane. Trespassing an abandoned house wasn’t a part of the plan, it was to escape. A sigh suddenly escaped your lips, minutes will turn into an hour in a few, and he is still not moving.

“Please wake up, my back hurts already,” You said and that’s when he fluttered his eyes open.

“They’re gone?” He asked, slowly getting up.

“Yeah, it has been a while,” You answered as he reached his hand to help you up. “What’s your name and why are they chasing you?”

“I should ask the same question,” He said, walking out of the bathroom as you follow him to the living room. “I’m Felix, I work under Mr. Yang, the mafia.” You stopped in your tracks as he sat on the stairs, taking off his leather vest before looking back at you. “How about you?”

“Y/n, I work as a spy for him,” You said but Felix suddenly washed his face with his hands when he realized you were the one Chan was talking about. How come Hyunjin didn’t know?

“I know your name,” He said. “You stole it, didn’t you?” He said as his voice went deep while glaring at you.

“Stole what?” You asked, leaning at the backrest of a dusty couch.

“The drugs, you were there that night,”

“You saw me? Do you have proof I was there?” You smirked when suddenly you found yourself, leaning against the wall with Felix pinning you on it, faces slowly closing their gap against each other.

“Be honest with me, if it was you, I swear I’m going to fuck with you right now,” He said, having his grip on your wrist tightened.

“You don’t know me, Felix,” You growled at him.

“It was you right?” He asked again. “I was blamed for stealing drugs from those thugs, they thought it was me because I wasn’t there when the negotiating happened. I was on the lookout, you sneaked in and stole them right?” But despite his anger, you ended up smiling at him. “You’re insane,”

“No, you are,” You whispered. “Do you want me to apologize for the inconvenience I gave you? Then, I’m sorry,” You shrugged. “But I’m never going to say sorry about you being a fool,”

“What?” He hissed.

“Mr. Yang doesn't trust you guys, he sent me to take care of the drugs,” You confessed. “He already has it,”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” He asked, pinning you harder.

“I won’t be here with you if I was lying right?” You said, rolling your eyes. “Do you want to fuck?” Felix stared at you for a minute, he couldn’t believe what was going on yet a laugh was heard from him. “You’re crazier than me,”

“No, you are,” You said, pushing him away.

“Why do you work for him?” He asked when you were about to leave.

“I need the money, Felix, I can’t depend on my job at the bakery,” You said. “And it’s weird that you know me,”

“Hyunjin told me things about you, I just didn’t know why you didn’t tell him that you’re a spy and you work under the same Boss! You knew we’re in the same gang,” He exclaimed.

“I just met you last night, I didn’t know your name, I didn’t know you have connections with Hyunjin and the Boss, Mr. Yang just told me there’s a group of 8 boys who work for him and said he can’t trust you so he sent me,” You said. “I only thought Hyunjin was just simple as a college boy but I guess I was wrong then, and Mr. Yang promised to pay me a few days after I got him the drugs but I still got nothing from him. It’s been a week.” You sighed heavily.

“That’s tragic,” He said.

“I know right?” You laughed. “I’m going to get a few things, do you want to go with me?”

“I don’t want to get caught,” He said.

“So it’s a no, then?” You asked as he nodded. “I’ll see you around,”

“Sure,” He smiled as you were about to leave. You stopped before you could reach the door and turned to look at him.

“Before I go, here,” You said, walking back towards him and punching him in the gut, which made him groan in pain.

“Fuck! What was that for?” He winced with a hand on his stomach.

“That is for not apologizing after bumping into me last night,” You said pointing your finger at him.

“I thought we’re already okay?” He asked, looking at you with pain written in his eyes.

“We are, so,” You paused as you held both of his cheeks, crashing your lips onto his. Felix was stunned before he could melt in and wrap his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. It tastes like strawberry candy—the lollipop he had to throw away again after being chased by those stupid men. But he thought that these happenings were worth his while. “And that’s for saving my life,” You smiled before giving him a peck on the lips and grabbing your bag.

“You can’t do this to me,” Felix said quietly.

“Yes, I can. I’m leaving,” You said and was about to leave when Felix once again grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to his body, and staring into your eyes.

“You can’t,” He smirked.

“Okay, I won’t then,” You said. Felix leaned closer as your lips meet again, feeling the softness he failed to sense when you kissed him out of the blue. He held your cheeks as he deepened the kiss with your hands wrapped around his neck. It started to get intimate when he slid his tongue inside your mouth as a delicate moan was heard from you. Kissing a man you just met felt so strange but the idea of you being in the same situation ended up, touchy. The thumping of your heart was loud and fast enough to handle the adrenaline rush inside your body.

Felix made you sit on his lap when he reached the old sofa. The delicate strawberry flavor remains on his lips that you want to taste even more. He held you closer to him as you felt his hand squeezing your ass, enough to make you glare at him.

“You’re a little naughty, aren’t you?” You chuckled.

“Says the one just kissed me out of the blue,” He smirked. “You’re one to talk,”

“Shut up,” You hissed when he crashed his lips onto yours again. Your hand reached for the hem of his white tank top, pulling it over his head before you pressed yourself against him. A groan escaped his lips as his hand held your nape while the other one reaches inside your shirt to caress your bare skin. Felix bit your lower lip, sucking it in as you whined in response. Your hands were around his neck again when he traces his fingers on your back to unclasp your bra, slowly squeezing your breast. “Fuck,”

“Can I?” He asked, breaking the kiss.

“Go ahead,” You smiled, before kissing him again as he lay you down on the couch and hovered above you the second time. His kisses traveled from your cheek down to the neck, licking and nipping your skin as you hugged him. It felt good that it had your eyes shut, biting your lip to savor the moment. “Hmm, Felix,”

“You like that, honey?” He whispered in your ear before leaving wet kisses when you heard your phone ring, making him stop. You heard a groan from him as his eyes met yours. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know, should I take it?” You asked as he sighed in response, giving a nod before sitting beside you. The ringtone was loud enough to make an alarm, you should’ve set it in silent mode. You grabbed your bag and sat up before taking your phone to check. “It’s Hyunjin,”

“Answer it,” He said.

“Hello?” You asked, pressing the phone on your ear.

“Y/n where are you? Come home, the landlord’s here,” Hyunjin said, filled with frustration in his voice.

“What happened?” You asked, sighing in between. Hyunjin was so pissed off, his voice was filled with frustration and worry that Felix was unable to hear. “I’ll be there, wait for me,”

“What else should I do?” Hyunjin said, putting the phone down, leaving you sighing again and Felix watching you.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Renting problems, I need to go,” You told him while fixing yourself from being a mess. “Are you coming?”

“Nah, I have other plans,” Felix said, voice filled with disappointment. How could it be so urgent that Hyunjin wanted to ruin it?

“I’ll make it up to you soon,” You said as he sighs.

“Fine,” He sighed. “Don’t be long,”

“I won’t,” You answered as he went to pull you in for a kiss.

“I’ll see you around, Y/n,” He answered before you smiled and left. Little didn’t you know Hyunjin knew what you were up to.

part two?? kinda cliffhanger tho, let me think... what do you think? lmk ♡

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straykidsreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Stray Kids Scenarios - Dance With Me ~ Lee Felix

Post Date: 8th November 2022 Content: Fluff - Felix x Reader Word Count: 1.1K TW?: SAHF!Felix/ Married!Au/ Parent!Au Summary: After a hectic couple of days with your two little sons, Felix sends them over to Jisung’s so you could catch a break.

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“Right boys, you better behave for your uncle Jisung okay? And I’ll come to get you tomorrow, I love you,” Felix coos at your three and five-year-old, hugging them tightly before letting them run into Jisung’s arms, both being lifted into either one, on his hips.

Waving them off, Felix turns back into the house, noticing the state it’s in, pushing his blonde hair back before rolling up his sleeves, getting ready to get stuck into cleaning before you arrived home, ready for the little surprise.

It was almost uncomfortable with how quiet the house was and for once, Felix could walk through the living room without trying to watch out for the small pieces of lego and toy cars ready for him to eventually step on. The cleaning job isn’t quite how you would do it, but he tried his absolute best and is really chuffed with himself, lighting a few candles on his way to the kitchen, to get your dinner ready.

Of course, he can’t cook without having the idea to also bake brownies too, and he knew just how you like them, making them perfect for you as they sit aside, hot and fresh out of the oven when you eventually stroll through the front door.

Unknowing of your return home, Felix jumps a mile when you walk into the kitchen, eyes glistening as you notice the dinner set up on the table with candlelight and your husband standing over the sink, cleaning his dishes. “Hey baby, how was work?” He asks, grinning ear to ear as he gently wipes his hands dry before taking your items off you, putting them aside to then take off your coat.

“Stressful as always, bubby...” You sigh in response, hand on your head as the small smile stays put on your face, pulling him close to you so you could get the best hug of your life. His arms wrap around your waist, pressing a firm kiss to your temple as he holds you close to his body, not wanting to let you go but he also didn’t want the food to start getting cold. “Katrina is such a backstabber” you sigh into his shoulder, pouting when he pulls away.

“Are you hungry?” He whispers gently, guiding you to the table and pulling out the chair for you to sit on, smiling sweetly as he sits opposite you on the table, the candlelight glowing softly on your faces. You couldn’t lie, you were always hungry for anything that he cooked, being one of the most favorite times of your day to come home to food ready on the table for you.

Tonight, you have spaghetti bolognese, and by the smell in the kitchen, he’s been preparing it for a long while. Then it clicks, and the silence dawns over you again, “Where’re the boys?” you ask, digging into the bolognese as he looks up at you sweetly.

“Well, I know you’ve had a handful when you’ve had the last two days off, so they’re over at Jisung’s for the night to give you a break, and for us to spend some quality time together,” Felix replies, smiling as you couldn’t help but giggle at how thoughtful he was.

“Hopefully Jisung doesn’t fill them up with sugar before dropping them home,” You comment as you remember the last time they went over there, especially if Minho and/or Changbin had been over too. “It’s Jisung, he loves the chaos with those two boys, sometimes he forget’s they’re our children,” Felix scoffs, cocking an eyebrow which just makes you laugh even more.

That he wasn’t wrong about. Since you had announced that you were pregnant to the seven best friends, they were probably more excited than you and Felix were. And at your wedding, they made the night even better, making it a night you’ll never forget.

But despite all that, you were so grateful that you had Felix as your soulmate, how he’s always treated you so well and you still can’t get over the fact he was ready to propose to you the day he met you. He truly is your whole life - as well as your children. Your happy little family. Almost too perfect to be real.

Oh and how good the food was, almost being devoured within minutes, Felix has always been able to cook the best things, making you completely full. You lean back on your chair, rubbing your bloated belly as Felix copies, but the smile never drops from his face.

“I hope you’re not too full, I made brownies, just for you,” he excitedly gets up out of his chair, doing a little waddle over to the hot brownies sitting on the countertop, perfectly gooey in the middle. “Oh now you mention it,” you sigh lightly, looking over at the brownie pieces that Felix collects into a bowl for the both of you, grabbing two spoons as he doesn’t want to risk you burning your fingers on them.

“Those look amazing!” You excitedly squeal, mouth agape when you see the brownies in your mouth, licking your lips ready to get stuck in. “Careful they’re hot,” Felix softly announces as he sets the bowl down and passes you a spoon, sitting right next to you so you could both dig in together.

“Not as hot as you are,” you comment, poking your tongue out at him, which makes a blush appear on his cheeks lightly, he wouldn’t have thought so but he couldn’t help but feel touched by it and gets shy.

After eating the brownies, you sit there just looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands as you just admire each other. Admire being able to have time to yourselves, together. There wasn’t much you wanted or needed, but by the time you realized how much you needed this sometimes, this was perfect for you.

“I love you,” Felix whispers, his voice deep but smooth, making you blush, “I love you too,” you reply, pulling him in for a small little kiss, so sweet and admirable. “Come on, let’s go into the living room,” Felix gets to his feet, still having a hold of your hand as you’re pulled up onto your feet, and guided into the room.

However, what happened next wasn’t expected, the way he just lets the room be lit by the candles burning and turned on some slow and romantic music, pulling you close to his body with his hand wrapped around your waist and the other still holding your hand.

“Dance with me,” he whispers in your ear, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you move slowly to the music, it was something extremely simple but tears of happiness gloss over your eyes. Felix’s other hand drops to your waist, just holding you as your feet stepped across the floor gently, indulging at the moment together.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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banghyunchanji · 2 years

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Imagine Felix when the staff tells him your group had a last-minute schedule out of nowhere and now you cant go on a date tonight like he wanted to

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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lipstick stains

skz reaction: them asking you to stain them with your lipstick

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: a little bit suggestive, but mostly fluff

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reblogs are appreciated!

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jj-one · 26 days

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STRAY KIDS + POSSESSIVENESS ! 🩹 ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: dom!skz x sub!fem!reader, established relationship, husband!changbin bc why not ? genre/tags: smut, angst, fluff (tbh it's only changbin's part), jealousy, exhibitionism, voyeurism, lots of degradation, mentions of crying, marking, manhandling, bondage play, piv, unprotected s*x (do not try this at home kids), public s*x, rough s*x, fingering, nipple play, oral (f & m receiving), t*tty slapping, multiple orgasms, edging, choking, bulge kink, slight breeding kink… am not mentally ok for writing any of this words: 3.4k

**old repost from my deleted blog

BANG CHAN. His patience was a level of no other. The man just watched you flirt with his friend and didn’t mutter a single word. All the while you kept boasting about how good Changbin’s muscles looked and the movement of his biceps were leaving you in complete amusement.

Pissed off doesn’t begin to describe what he’s feeling right now. He clears his throat,

“Are we done y/n? I think it’s time we head home now.”

The tone of his voice was cold, icy like a winter storm.

The lump in your throat was stuck. You knew how much in deep shit you were for this and his silence was the main indicator.

You could feel his piercing eyes on you the whole time.

It wasn’t long before you’d end up in this position. Both arms were locked above your head by his strong hands. The tight grip he kept around your wrists was definitely going to leave some bruising.

“You’re such a dumb slut. Did all this just to get me like this huh?” His cock hitting your walls aggressively as you spasm and shake under him.

“All this to get me to fuck you the like the dumb little cockwhore you are?” He growled, “can Changbin fuck you like this?”

His pace was relentless. His cock stretching you open with each deep thrust. His harsh words cutting into you like a dagger. Your mind was blank, head full of Chan’s cock. You had to answer him though, or else he will stop.

“N-no Chan only y-yours… only you can fuck me like this!”

A smirk creeps up his face from your quavering voice. He leans forward, his lips brush over yours as if almost to kiss you but doesn’t.

“I own you y/n. Only I get to have to you, understood?”

All you feel is his cock slamming into you. The slapping sounds becoming a melody of a beat, your heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Understood.”

LEE KNOW. He hates when you act out in public. The way you tease him and get him riled up, knowing he can’t do anything about it. It gave you sense of power, you had the upper hand— for now.

You were wearing the shortest mini skirt possible, it barely covered your bum and you could feel a cool breeze slip through your crevices. You kept walking in front of him, swaying your little hips side to side, letting him watch you bend down to pick things up as he sneaks a peak under your skirt. The sight of the pink lace thong you wore was enough to make him grab you by the arm and yank you into a public restroom nearby.

Before you know it, you’re being devoured by your boyfriend. Sitting on the counter of the sink whilst he was below you, giving you a gaze that could snatch your soul. His digits sunk into your dripping cunt as he swipes his tongue across your slit. Your skirt was still on but pushed up slightly, your thong was also moved to the side.

“I can’t believe you’d go out like this and expect me not to control myself.” He rises up momentarily.

“You do this on purpose, knowing I don’t want other people looking at you.”

He laps up your juices and coats it with his face, scissoring you open with his fingers.

“Fuck… I wore this for you Minho— w-wanted to look pretty for you.” Your eyes were tightly shut, feeling the euphoria as you were close to your orgasm.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, thrusting your hips in the air now, you whine for stimulation.

“Will you be a good girlfriend for me and cum on my tongue kitten? I want you to scream as loud for me as you can, I don’t care who hears it.” Minho was dead serious. He doesn’t care you both are in a public restroom and there’s people casually walking by. He wants everyone to know you are his.

You nod and agree to be on your best behavior for him. You know he will most likely reward you for this in the end.

“I promise, I’ll be a good girl Minho.”

Feeling your body heat surge as he inched closer to your core, pressing his tongue at your entrance. He tongue fucks you viciously while never breaking his eye contact with you.

Feeling yourself come undone from the surreal pleasure, all you want is to feel your release.

You thrash and moan as you cream on Minho’s tongue, your legs felt like jello when you climax. You let out multiple gasps for air, feeling as though you just ran a marathon.

Minho hasn’t left between your legs yet, his face still in a headlock. He wasn’t quite finished with you just yet.

“You can give me one more, right kitten?”

CHANGBIN. Being a newlywed couple felt like a fairytale dream come true. He felt incredibly lucky to have you as his wife and doesn’t stop reminding you how happy he is. He’d shower you with a beacon of compliments that would melt your heart each and every time.

You went on another vacation right after the honeymoon and it felt like paradise. That was up until a small incident occurred, it happened when you were at the pool with your husband. One of the pool goers at the resort couldn’t keep their eyes off you. You wore a sexy one piece that had cut-out details on the sides to show off your waist but you wore a sheer cover up over it.

Changbin noticed straight away the eyes that were glued to you, the eyes that were glued to his precious wife. He was livid. Almost causing a scene, he went up to the perverted man that was eye fucking you and gave him a piece of his mind. In utter disbelief of what was unfolding in front of you, you go up to Changbin to calm him down and get him to stop before he ends up actually doing something he’ll regret. His face burned crimson from anger but the sound of your voice brought him back to reality.

Things were much better in private now. Much better. Sitting on your husband’s lap in the jacuzzi bathtub felt so relaxing, his hands roamed your naked body as he placed chaste kisses all over you. He stopped at your neck to give it more attention, nibbling on a sensitive spot that made you sink right into his form. Moaning softly whilst his hands prance down to your back.

“I want to shield the rest of the world from you, only I get to gawk at my gorgeous wife.” Changbin says possessively, looking at you once he comes up from your neck.

You nod in agreement, “they can look but can’t touch!”

“No, they can’t even look, all of this is mine, mine, mine.” He plants a kiss to your cheek as his hand creeps down to your core. He prods your hole with a single digit, entering you with ease. You let out a soft moan as you part your lips slightly, bucking your hips forward. He pumps his finger into your wetness as he looks deeply into your eyes, nothing but burning desire in his pupils. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs it in a steady motion, your swollen nub feeling overstimulated from his touch.

“This is just the beginning my love, I’m not done with you until the sun comes up.” He whispered in your ear as he drags his tongue against your earlobe. In just the jacuzzi alone, he’s made you cum several times from his fingers. Oh how those magical fingers always do wonders on you..

HYUNJIN. The room was pitch black, your vision completely impaired from the blindfold attached to your head. Your hands were bound to each other, behind your back being tied by a thick rope. You had nowhere to go and the room was pure silence, naked and touch starved, you whine for Hyunjin to do something but you were met with no answer. He was standing over you on the bed but you were unaware of any of your surroundings.

The man finally spoke, “This is what happens when you try and make daddy jealous.”

You can feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation making you crave him even more.

Hyunjin was always the possessive type, was constantly in need of reassurance if he felt his ego was being bruised. This was situation was no different, he needed to remind you that he was the one who owned you.

He brought finger to your perked nipple, gently dragging it across to tease you a bit. A white-hot charge sent through your body as you finally felt his touch. Dripping in a puddle of your own slick from the dirty thoughts racing in your mind, he continues lightly tracing your hardened nipples; eliciting low moans from you.

Your senses were heightened from the way you weren’t able to see anything, any little touch from him making you squeal from shock.

“You like this don’t you?” He says in a condescending tone, he belittles you some more. “So pathetic, look at you. Can’t do anything but take it, so fucking helpless.”

Hyunjin loved seeing how weak you become under him, the power dynamic being completely imbalanced right now. All you could do was moan out for him, practically begging him to do more but you know he’s going to take his time with you.

“Gonna make you squirt all over this bed for me.” He says, “Won’t stop until I have you screaming and begging for mercy, which I will never give you.”

The smirk on his face was devilish, he was conjuring up the perfect plan to ruin you indefinitely.

“Hyunjin, please fuck me… please.” You push your thighs together to feel some friction but Hyunjin gets mad at this action instantly.

He brings a harsh slap to your left tit, making you jump up a bit but your body couldn’t move properly from being tied up. Your legs went back to it’s original position, spread open for him so he can get a glimpse of your dripping cunt.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do, I make the rules now.” He palms your breast and kneads it excessively.

“You are my property.”

HAN. If jealousy was a disease Han would be the first one to catch it. He really loves yet hates the fact that he has such a smoking hot girlfriend that everyone wants. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy dating you but the way some of these other guys would look at you was about to become his villain origin story.

You were so oblivious to anyone who attempted to flirt with you, you only had eyes for your man but it was hard to convince Han otherwise. The pizza delivery guy complimented how pretty you looked and when you handed him the money to pay for the food, you accidentally gave him a ten dollar bill instead of a twenty, he didn’t even care he just smiled and continued talking to you.

That’s when Han knew he had to butt in, he was listening from the couch and he knew he shouldn’t have let you be the one to answer the door. Quickly he comes up to you to wrap his arms behind you, keeping you in a tight hold as the pizza guy looks mortified now.

“You can leave now,” Han says to him in a harsh tone, “We have important business to take care of!”

Slamming the door in his face now, Han comes up from behind you to take the pizza box out of your hands to place it on the table. Soon after, a heavy make out session between you would ensue.

As your naked bodies entangled one another, you feel yourself cinching around his cock from each inch as he slides it in. Your breath instantly coming to a halt as the end of his cock crashed into your cervix. He moves with his ass up in the air as he buries his length deep inside you, the squelching sound of your wet pussy making him see stars.

“Fuck… so fucking tight for me.” Han says sounding pussydrunk off the way you feel around him.

You fall into a frenzy as he pumps his length into you harder, pounding into you like no tomorrow. The bulge of his cock could be seen inside you, moving in and out of you intensely. Grinding your hips to match his pace, you rub your clit to feel more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking hot my God…” He cooed, tiny beads of sweat now forming on the sides of his face. “Your pussy was made for me and me only…”

“Only I can make you feel this good.”

FELIX. He felt sick to his stomach whenever he saw someone else looking at you. The way people would look at you in public when he was with you made him feel beyond disrespected. This is exactly why he doesn’t bring you anywhere because his fragile little ego will be crushed as soon as another person laid their eyes on you. He couldn’t deal with it anymore, he just had to do something about it.

You were at a public park but the park was so big that it was easy to hide and go unseen behind some bushes.

Felix brought you to a secluded area and told you get on your back, you do as he says and he looks at you with the most evil grin on his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so dumb right here, right now.” Felix says in a raspy deep voice, “I will let everyone exactly know who’s bitch you are.”

You gulp once you feel his hands all over you, you wore a black slip dress which drove him absolutely mad.

“Gonna make you pay for getting me worked up like this.” You felt so small when he spoke like this to you, the sticky mess in your panties was only growing as you feel his hands go up your thigh.

“Too stunned to speak sweetheart?” He asks, giving you an alluring yet mischievous smile. You have no idea what this man has for you in store.

“N-no, I can speak-“

“Shut up.” He quickly cuts you off from saying more. “I’m the one talking right now, you sit back and take what I’m going to give you.”

You did exactly as you were told and lay back for him. He quickly unzips his pants and frees his cock from his boxers. You look at the red tip of his angry cock, the sight of his raging erection was enough to make you feel a tingling sensation in your heat. His cock would plunge into you nice and slow but once he bottoms out he’ll quickly pick up his pace, fucking into you menacingly. He brought a hand to your neck and squeezed the shaft of it tightly, you gasp for air as he choked you but it wasn’t unbearable. You close your eyes to the feeling, letting yourself be fully immersed into him. Each thrust he gave you felt like bliss as he roughly held onto your hip, fucking you like a complete maniac.

“Gonna dump all my cum into your slutty little body,” Felix continued,“you’re my fuck toy, only I get to use you.”

SEUNGMIN. Usually something like this would never get to him. However, today was different, very different. Seungmin almost went ballistic when he found out that some guy asked for your number while you were out shopping at the supermarket. He often goes everywhere with you but you were getting off work and went straight to the store to grab some things for dinner. That’s when it happened and you told Seungmin as soon as you got home. You thought he’d just laugh it off but he frowned, disproving of that guy’s actions.

“What a loser,” Seungmin says in an annoyed tone, “when they will learn to just leave you the hell alone?”

He wanted you all to himself, if he could lock you up forever and throw away the key, he probably would. Only letting you out when he tells you you can.

“They can try all they want Minnie but I know I belong to you at the end of the day.” You bring your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him and he kisses you back passionately.

“Want you to say it for me again, who’s pussy does this belong to?” Seungmin was now relentlessly pumping two fingers in you.

“Y-yours Seungmin… yours!” You could barely get a coherent word out of your mouth.

“And who makes you feel the best?”

He wasn’t letting up on making sure you know that you fully belonged to him. “We can do this all day princess… I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

This was his fifth time edging you at this point, leaving you on the verge of an orgasm but would pull his fingers out once he notices your chest floating up. He’s being so evil to you right now, as if you it was your fault for what had happened in the supermarket.

“You, only y-you! You’re the best at making me feel so good!” You babble as he rapidly moves his fingers in and out of your gaping hole.

“That’s my good little girl, now keep taking my fingers and I’ll reward you soon okay?”

JEONGIN. “You’re such a filthy slut, you know that?” The motion of needy hips were bucking into you. Your head was kept in place, completely still, on your knees and on the verge of tears from your boyfriend’s words.

You knew why you were in this predicament right now. This was all your fault and you did it all for this exact reason.

You wanted to see Jeongin’s reaction to saying you think Felix was hot. You know he wouldn’t take that comment lightly since that was one of his best friends. You wanted to see how far you could test his limits.

“You wanna fuck my friends huh?” He grabs you by the hair and furrows his eyebrows to regain more focus onto you.

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was shake your head around him as he shoved his cock further down your throat.

“Can’t even talk with your mouth full of cock, what a dumb little whore you are.”

His cock hitting the back of your uvula, causing you to make a gagging noise. Streaks of saliva creep from the sides your mouth, the messy scenery underneath him was a heavenly sight indeed. You moan while sucking his cock, the vibrations making the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. He throws his head back and keeps a tight hold on your hair, gripping you with everything he had. He thrusts his hard length into you viciously, the gurgling noises you were making whilst he fucks your face sounds harmonic to him.

“Shit…think I’m gonna cum soon” he muttered, letting out a groan as he kept pushing your face into his cock. “Yeah… just like that fuck… that’s it.”

A stream of tears came running down your face as you continued. You can feel his veiny cock twitch against your tongue as you felt hot spurts of cum fill you up now. You swallow each and every drop and milk him clean like the good girl you were. Opening your mouth wide to show it was empty he grins viciously and taps his dick against your tongue.

“You’re the biggest fucking slut…” He pants heavily.

“My biggest slut.”

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milkybonya · 2 years

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stupid o'clock _ felix

order 046, @chewryy : large coconut milk tea with taro balls

barista notes_i'm so sorry this took me so long T--T i love you so much <33 enjoy it ^-^

warnings: injury/blood mentions, definitely 1k+

#: mafia!felix, (gn)barista!reader, inspired by victon's stupid o'clock

!_it's love at first sight for Felix, who is part of a mafia unit that will be using your café as HQ

[💌: i've been reading so much on here recently and so many authors just make me go !?!?!?!? the talent is insane.. i have so much to learn i feel so small T'T)

i can accomdate your fantasy

Felix was not a simp. nope, he was far from it. in fact, him observing you to know what you like was totally normal. it was also normal that he changed himself to become what you like.

maybe... it wasn't normal.

but he was not a simp. mafia members couldn't be simps.

it was a regular tuesday when his eyes fell on you for the first time.

his unit of the mafia, 08, had changed their meeting spot to the café you worked at. the rest of your workers, and also you, all knew that you were hq for the mafia. it was the condition for receiving such a large sum of money, enough to help bring the business back to life.

your café was failing, hard. your boss was worried and didn't want to lay people off. then, the leader of 08 managed to find your café and offer a large some of money to make it hq. how could your boss say no?

anyways, back to tuesday.

08 walked into the café, dressed like regular people. you were sweeping and mopping behind the counter, thinking they were just customers here to take a look despite the door sign saying [closed] to prepare for 08's arrival.

"i'm sorry, but we're closed today--" you started.

"earl grey lemonade," said Bang Chan, the leader.

your eyes widened, you dropped the mop and scurried to the back to get your boss. earl grey lemonade was 08's code word.

at this point, Felix still hadn't seen you yet. he was talking with Seungmin about something. it was when you hurried back out, standing behind your boss, when he finally saw you.

you.

do you see me now?

was it love at first sight or was he just intrigued?

the way your apron was hanging crooked on your frame because you rushed around so much, the way your uniform underneath had flour stains from working the bakery that morning, the way that your shoes were somehow so clean, your hair was neat and your sleeves were rolled up equally on both arms.

Felix got lost in your eyes.

don't give me those anxious eyes

you were staring at Bang Chan, who was talking to your boss, but Felix still got lost in those precious eyes of yours and how you chewed on your lip. he didn't know you, he didn't know a thing about you but he could tell you were nervous. he felt bad. he wanted you to be comfortable--

"Felix!" Bang Chan called.

"yes," Felix spoke softly.

your eyes were on him now and he became the nervous one.

"i need you to help y/n clean up their basement. that's where we'll be situated when we're here. y/n can't do everything alone so go help them out while we figure things out up here," Bang Chan said.

y/n... was that your name? ah, how could he have missed it. it was even written on your name tag, along with a cute drawing of your favourite fruit beside it.

you stepped away from your boss and beckoned for Felix to follow you to the basement.

just rely on me as much as you want

"the basement is scary.. i'm glad i'm not being sent there alone," you admitted, making Felix laugh.

his deep tone even while he laughed gave you goosebumps. it was probably the only thing about him that maybe screamed 'mafia', because on the outside right now, he was just a soft smol boy with a blonde mullet and freckles.

"ah, where are the lights!? i'm so scared i'm so scared... F-Felix right? please talk to me so i know i'm not alone," you stuttered, fumbling along the walls for a light switch.

"uh... uhhh y/n! don't be scared, we'll find the light switch soon. we'll find it and then we'll be able to safely clean-up together! don't be scared--"

you'll fall for me

his voice was deep, low, and you kind of didn't want to stop hearing it, but finally turning the lights on cause his beautiful ramblings to stop. you were out of the darkness, but you no longer got to hear Felix's voice.

"aha, there's the light!" Felix exclaimed, beaming.

his smile looked so precious, and you wondered for the thousandth time how such a precious person could be in the mafia.

"how about we started by dusting things off and moving the furniture to where it needs to be? then we can sweep, mop, vaccum, all that stuff," you explained.

"sure!"

"i can't believe i'm giving orders to a mafia member... please forgive me," you half-joked.

Felix shook his head and waved his hands around.

this is my daily

"no, no, it's okay! i'll take any orders if they're from you, y/n," Felix said, unknowingly and accidentally making your heart flutter.

"ah, is that so.." you mumbled, not sure what to say because of how nervous you suddenly were.

"well.. take this! and you can dust off some of the furniture over there. i'll do the same here," you said, handing him a broom.

he took it with a nod and set to work, dusting things off. it was only a few seconds in when you decided it was too quiet.

"Felix.. i want to play some music. do you wanna pick some songs?" you asked.

you watched his eyes glimmer as he walked over, surprisingly tiny hands reaching for your phone.

"i have some song recommendations, if you want to hear them," he said.

"of course!" you replied, handing him your phone.

every night, i'll be you, you'll be me

and that's how the two of you ended up cleaning the basement while music flooded every corner. that's also how the two of you ended up hand in hand, Felix turning you around and you giggling shyly in his embrace as you swayed to the melody playing from your phone.

you were just trying to lighten up the mood, asking Felix jokingly to dance with you. before you knew it, he gently wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you across the basement.

"is this okay?" he asked in his low tone.

"of course it is," you replied.

you knew that for him, anything would be okay. he could step on you and it would be okay. somehow, you'd already fallen for him just a bit.

"what's going on down here? have you cleaned up--oh," your boss said, coming face-to-face with you and Felix embracing to the beat of the music.

you were lucky you and your boss were quite close, or you may have been given some kind of warning or worse: fired. they simply backed up the stairs and returned to help the rest of the 08 members make their hideout more secure.

by then, you and Felix had already moved away from each other, continue to clean.

the rest of the hour was spent in silence, only music filling the void as everything was dusted and cleaned. then, the rest of the 08 unit were called down to help move furniture and install equipment. you stood next to your boss by the door frame, watching since there was nothing you could help with.

you're gonna be obsessed

"what the heck happened with that boy when i came down here to check on you?" your boss asked.

you were too busy staring at him to hear a word they said. the way Felix's flannel fluttered around his frame with his every move, the way his laugh lit up his whole face--

"y/n? i'm talking to you."

"huh?! oh, sorry... Felix?! well, i didn't want cleaning to be boring for him so i played some music," you explained.

"that doesn't explain why the two of you were dancing... anyways. you know he's in the mafia. be careful."

you're caught, stuck in my arms

from that day on, you never left Felix's mind. he kind of hoped it was the same for you, and his hopes were fulfilled. you wondered when you'd see him again.

a few days later, you were asked to open the café early at 5am, since the 08 unit needed access to the basement at that time. they couldn't exactly be there at that time without the café running to avoid suspicion.

so, you got there at 4:30am and began putting the chairs down, making sure the area was clean, preparing the baked goods and all the coffee machines.

"good morning," you heard a whisper and footsteps.

you looked up to see the 08 unit, clad in all-black. their outfits were tight, leathery, almost like something out of a movie. seeing Felix also dressed like that made you gulp.

"g-good morning. basement's door's unlocked," you said.

Felix smiled at your stutter.

"can we have some coffee?" Seungmin asked, earning him a smack from Felix.

"don't bother them when they've got their own things to do," Felix said.

"no, it's okay! i can get coffee for you all," you said.

come to me, say you are all mine

"coffee delivery!" you called down as you entered the basement.

it was so alive with everyone hard at work.

you helped everyone get their coffees before leaving to go upstairs. just as you reached the door to the main floor, you heard someone follow you up. when you turned around, you found Felix just a few steps behind you. he motioned quietly for you to keep going up.

"aren't you supposed to stay in the basement?" you asked.

he brought his delicate fingers to your lips to shush you as you both stood by the front counter of the café.

"yeah, i can't be up here. but it's 5am, no one'll come by, right?" he said with a wink.

push me away / but you'll fall back again

you felt flustered, looking away.

Felix felt some sort of courage when he was with you. from taking hold of you just a few days ago to dance with you, to now suddenly raising your chin up so you'd meet his eyes. you made him feel confident.

"i just wanted to ask for your number. so i can text you when i'm bored... oh and also for emergencies," he explained.

you laughed and took his phone, typing in your number.

"do you even have time to be bored?" you asked.

this long night is only filled with me

"my time is all yours," he said before hurrying back down, feeling embarrassed.

as soon as he swung the basement door open, Seungmin was stood there.

"i knew you have a crush on y/n," he said.

"shut up. mafia members don't have crushes. now go down," Felix responded.

Seungmin stuck his tongue out and continued to tease him all the way down.

come to me, say you are all mine

Felix: i miss you

you: you just saw me today?

Felix: barely :(

Felix: i wanna see you...

you had only seen Felix twice in person, yet he was being so honest about his feelings. it took you off guard yet excited you. so, you asked him to come to your house instead of meeting at the café, like he suggested. you felt it would be safer and more comfortable.

something about him made you want to trust him.

the second you heard his knock on the door, you raced to greet him, now having changed into more appropriate clothes than just your pjs. he stood there, still glad in black leather.

"hi, y/n," he greeted in his deep voice.

"Felix! you must be tired, come--wait. what's that on your cheek?!"

i could burn myself everyday, maybe

you noticed the gash on Felix's cheek too late, being so excited that he was even standing there.

he touched his cheek with his delicate fingers, bringing them back down stained with blood. then, his face lit up as he spoke to you again.

"ah, this?! we had to chase some guy away from the café. i think he was there to cause trouble.. he pulled.. a weapon on me but anyway! it all ended up fine."

the way he smiled so hard his eyes creased so he would avoid worrying you made your heart melt, but you still raced to get your first-aid kit and told him to sit on your couch.

fill your night with me

when you came back, you carefully disinfected the cut and carefully stuck a hello kitty band-aid on it.

"i'm sorry for the silly band-aid... it's all i have," you said, kneeling in front of him on the floor.

he looks into the mirror you gave him and, for the millionth time that night, smiled.

"don't be sorry, y/n. i love it."

you offered him a glass of water and he took a few sips before placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

"y/n, this is so abrupt but... i think i've fallen for you and no time has really passed since the day we first met," Felix said confidently, looking straight ahead instead of next to him, where you sat.

'cause you're mine

you were glad he couldn't see how nervous you were getting.

"i want to get you know you better so... i can make you mine. do you think you'll be mine?"

when you gathered the courage to look at him, you noticed he was returning your gaze. sat up straight, lips pushed out and eyes relaxed... he's so handsome, you thought. even with a hello kitty band-aid on, his charisma could not be killed.

"we definitely need time but..." i already know i'd do anything for you, is what you wanted to say. instead, you said, "i can see myself being yours."

Felix smirked slightly, looking down at the ground.

even if morning comes and ruins this

"i won't let the sunrise take this night away from us. let's talk about each other, okay? you go first, y/n, i'm all ears. tell me about some of the things you like," Felix said.

just like that, Felix opened you up. he made you feel safe, so you told him everything you wanted to, bit by bit.

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• Fiancé Stray Kids’ dad walking you down the aisle at your wedding | OT8 x reader

warnings: implied that reader has no father in her life. Whether he’s dead, absent or what is left to imagination.

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StayTeez Trope’Pril - Trope Prompt 3: Strangers to lovers

Post Date: 8th April 2023 Content: Fluff - Strangers to lovers : Felix x Reader Word Count: 1.3K TW?: NonIdol!AU/ Boy next door Felix/ Neighbours/ Mention of a Karen Summary: Moving away from home to start fresh, but something already makes it so much worth the move.

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Moving to a whole new city, your nerves get the best of you and your shaking hands hold the keys, putting them up to the lock for your new apartment.

You needed to start fresh, everything back home caused you too much stress and harm, finding this to be the most reasonable way out. To save yourself and your mental health. But to also start a clean slate somewhere, meet new people and possibly find love.

You're trying your best to open the door as quickly as you can, so you can let your pup out of its carrier so he's free to roam the new apartment and get used to what you'll be calling your new home. You still didn't have a name for him yet, just calling him pup in the meantime until something sticks.

Being on your own means there's a lot of work involved with moving and getting things sorted but it made you feel independent, and it helped with the sense of starting new and fresh.

That was until you let Pup out of his carrier a little too soon, the door to your apartment still wedged open as he scatters out into the hallway, disappearing down the stairs.

"Pup! Come back!" You call after him, racing out of your apartment, taking your keys and locking the door to go find your dog, scared he would've escaped the building.

"Pup!" You called out again, hearing the scurried sounds of paws on the wooden flooring, trying to follow them to find your dog.

"Hey, little guy! Where's your owner?" You hear a chocolate smooth deep voice call out from the first floor, leaning over the bannister to see a guy with shoulder-length blonde hair picking up Pup.

Rushing down the flight of stairs, you almost miss your step and almost go flying across the floor, luckily being saved by the same guy holding Pup in one arm, the other wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

"I'm so sorry, I was trying to chase him down here." You sigh, clutching your chest as you try to get your breath back, hands out to reach for Pup as the guy shows a bright smile.

"Thank you so much for grabbing him, I was scared I was never going to get him." You add, holding onto the dog tightly, completely mesmerised by the beauty of the guy in front of you.

Strong but softened features, big eyes and heart-shaped lips. Lips that reveal the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and you thought you were on cloud 9. How can a guy like him exist in real life?

"No problem at all! Catch you later." He waves as he walks down the last flight of stairs, and you're watching his every movement until he disappears into the street.

"Well, at least we know we have a cute guy living here, right pup?" You giggle, nuzzling your nose into his head when you come back to your senses and start to make your way back up to your apartment.

It's taken you a few hours but you're slowly getting settled into your new apartment. Everything is mapped out where you want it and there was just the decorating left to do but in your own time. That was the least of your worries at this point.

But luckily enough, you had bought some flowers and plants to decorate the flat until you can splash some paint, cover the floors and make it slightly homely until you can get a job to sort it out properly.

Finding yourself to be absolutely exhausted after the day you've had, you decide to go to bed early, cuddled up with Pup in bed watching a favourite movie before dozing off.

Waking up with the light beaming through the windows, your panic slightly at first, sitting straight up in bed as you try to recollect your memory of where you were, the room seeming extremely strange until you remember you're home.

Just as you go to make yourself a coffee to start the day, there's a light knock on your door, confusing you as you knew you hadn't made any friends to tell where you live yet.

Slowly opening the door, you look around it at a frame of an older woman, sterned face and arms crossed. "Hey, how can I help?" You politely ask, stopping to pick up your dog the second he gets too close to the door.

"All I heard this morning was your dog barking! You shouldn't be allowed to have a pet that makes any noise!" This woman complains, holding her phone in one hand.

"Excuse me?" You reply as politely as you possibly could, "I'm sorry but you have my dog confused with another maybe? He's been quiet since we moved in. He would've woken me up if he was barking."

The woman looks down at you, snarling, "It was your dog! I live next door and all I could hear was him. I say get rid of him or I'll put in a complaint about you to the landlord!".

Before you could even get another word in, the guy from yesterday walks out of his apartment, shaking his head at the woman, "Can't you leave new residents alone? Plus it wasn't her Pup, it was yours keeping you up. Now please, excuse yourself from this poor girl's front door."

The woman storms off, slamming her door behind her as you turn to look at the guy, smiling. He couldn't help but reach out to fuss Pup on the head, scratching him behind his ear, "What was all that about?" You ask in a whisper.

"That's Agnes, ignore her. She's just another what you call, a Karen." He laughs, shrugging and not caring about the volume of his voice.

"What's the pup's name anyway?" He adds, looking at you with big shimmering eyes.

"I haven't got a name for him yet, I've been calling him pup since I got him the day before yesterday. Can't think of anything perfect for him." You reply, questioning yourself if you should also add your name in, just to get his back.

There's a moment of silence, you're thinking about how you can get to know more about this guy who's got you daydreaming already.

"And I'm Y/N. If you're going to have to help me with Agnes, you may as well know my name." You giggle in response and his smile only gets bigger.

"Hmm, Y/N. Such a pretty name. I'm Felix, nice to meet you." He holds out his hand, ready for you to shake.

For a couple of minutes, you're staring into each other's eyes, smiling whilst the dog tries to get out of your grasp, putting him down to instantly run towards Felix, relaxing in his arms when he picks him up.

"Awh, he likes you." You add teasingly, playing with your hair as you start to get a little cold standing by the door, "Would you like to come in? I've got coffee?"

Felix shares a brighter smile as he nods, stepping past you slowly into your apartment, Pup in your arms as he strokes him, "I think Toffee would suit him." He turns around, smiling, "Toffee rhymes with coffee, and I'm getting you're a huge coffee fan?".

"How did you know?" You reply with a hint of flirting in your voice.

"Toffee!" You call towards your dog, his ears perking upwards as his tail starts to wag, both you and Felix burst into laughter as he puts him down.

"Well, since Toffee seems to have a huge liking towards you and you chose his name, I guess I gotta get to know you more." You wink, placing a coffee in front of him as he smirks back at you.

"And I need to get to know about the girl who I saved from going flying down the stairs." He quips back playfully.

Already you can tell you're going to get along really well. And your new life, your home away from home is going to go really well.

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