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don’t worry about tomorrow (so we’ll just have some fun right now)

pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff! + some suggestive lines at the end

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: food mentions throughout fic. also implied smut post-fic with suggestive lines leading up to the end.

daisy’s notes: this man makes me delulu im sorry i just love him so much… hes my sunshine <3

A week before your birthday, Felix woke up, looked at your sleeping face, and decided in that moment that you needed to have the best birthday to date.

Afficher davantage

𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 ,,| l.f

a/n: I really need some Felix comfort right now. I’m just tired and I love this man so much, like he’s been one of my ults since I got back into kpop and there hasn’t been a thing that’s pulled me away from him. he deserves the world <3

2.09k words

summary: after a rough day, all you want to do is lay down and let out your frustrations any way you can, and felix is there to help you

reader is tired (as we all are) but they get emotional, and start crying and breaking down from stress, there are small talks of SH (but only for a small amount of time, it’s not huge but it’s there), but other than that it’s all just hurt/comfort (the ending is fluffy I swear), also this is lowercase on purpose I swear I can write with good grammar and capitalization 😭, gn!reader

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you burst into yours and felix’s shared apartment, dried tears staining your cheeks as you throw your bag down, sniffling. marching your way to the kitchen, you’re just scrounging around for any semblance of comfort food, whether that be mac & cheese, some cookies, gummies, anything.

you yell in frustration as you find none of these items, and you don’t even register that your boyfriend has walked out of your shared bedroom, concerned and tired, hearing all the commotion from outside the thin walls of the apartment. when he finds you, you’re hunched over the kitchen island, sniffling into your hands which are holding up your head, which feels so heavy.

your new tears are falling onto the island, small strangled sobs leaving your lips.

today had been a stressful one, working your stupid job at the nearby gas station. a dumb job, but it was all you needed right now to get through your last year of college, just needing the money to be able to suffer through it. but every customer just seemed like they had some stick up their ass, never once thanking you, giving you dirty looks. on top of that, your boss who was supposed to give you at least a bit of a pay raise hadn’t even done that, instead handing you a half eaten candy bar because that’s ‘all he could do at the moment.’

you slam a balled fist down onto the counter top, and flinch when you feel a familiar hand press gently against your back.

his deep voice lulls you away from your hands, and you gaze up at him. “sweetheart? hey- baby what’s wrong?” he gently holds your face, and you practically throw yourself at him, your head burying into his chest, your now full sobs wracking your ribs, tears staining his shirt.

felix doesn’t say anything, only whispering quiet hushes as his ringed hands rub up and down your back, and he’s pressing gentle kisses on your head.

after what seems like forever, sobbing into felix’s chest, you finally calm just a bit, at least enough to form coherent words. you’re sniffling uncontrollably, your eyes puffy and red when you look up at felix.

he gently cups your face, kissing your forehead before looking back at you. you’re hiccuping, those kinds of hiccups that seem to linger uncomfortably when you sob. he has a small, sad smile on his lips.

“hey, baby, I’ve got you.” he kisses your nose, your temple, your cheek. “take some deep breaths with me, yeah?”

you nod, shuddering with every hiccup, tears staining your face. with his instructions, you take a deep, slow breath, to the best of your ability, through your nose, then back through your mouth. after about 5 times doing this, your breathing is somewhat regular, with a couple hiccups every now and again.

finally, he picks you up, setting you on the island, gently rubbing your thighs, looking up at your tear stained face. “now, what happened today, honey?”

your tears almost come back again, threatening to well up, but you take another slow breath before finally answering. you spew all your issues from today onto the beautiful man in front of you. you concentrate on his freckles, how they sprinkle over his cheeks. you concentrate on his pretty brown eyes, how they crinkle adorably when he smiles. all of this helping you talk without sobbing more.

he only nods while you vent to him, but frowns when you mention you thought about hurting yourself, to which he takes both of your wrists, kissing them and your hands, and you think you see tears in his eyes as well. it almost makes you cry again, but he rests his head against your chest as you finish your story.

he doesn’t speak at first, somewhat unsure of what to say. but he pulls his head away, looking into your eyes with his own somewhat glossy ones. “you should quit that job, baby. I’ll help you get a new job, a better one. i don’t want you to come home sad like this, not because you have a shitty boss, and have to deal with shitty people.”

you give a sad smile. “but where would I go, lixie?”

he shakes his head, and you feel his thumb rubbing circles onto your thigh. “I don’t know, baby. but we’ll find a place. I can help pay for your college, I don’t want you to do that by yourself. you should quit your job. I’ll help you pay for college, I’ll help you find a better job. we’ll get through this together, I know we will.”

his eyes are glossing up more, and you can tell he’s trying not to cry, but the way his lip trembles and his voice shakes gives him away. you wrap your arms around him, holding his trembling frame close. “lixie, you don’t have to-“

“no!” his shaky voice makes you jump, and he’s immediately rubbing your back as an apology, lowering his voice. “no, honey, I want to. I want you to finish out college, and I-im wiling to do the whatever it takes. o-okay?”

you pull him back, and a tear has fallen down his cheek. “lixie..”

he kisses you, it’s gentle and soft. you gently cup his face, kissing back. you pull away after a bit. “lixie, there’s no need to cry.. it’s okay- really.”

he pouts, seemingly making his lip tremble more. “I-I’m sorry, but.. you’re so hurt, and.. and you said you thought about h-hurting yourself, and I.. I don’t want that for you. It hurts me to know that you could’ve potentially harmed yourself.. I-I don’t want to lose you.”

you sigh, shakily. “Lix.. the good thing is that I didn’t, right? I’m still here. I just wasn’t in a good headspace.. I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t do that, not when I have you to look forward to when I leave that shitty job.”

he looks at you through his lashes, and he rests his head on your chest again. you play with his hair, and he’s got a firm grip on you. you feel a small pool of wetness on your shirt, and you realize he’s crying. you pull him away, holding his face, and kiss him. you’re on the verge of sobbing again.

you pull away and look at his teary eyes, his own tears running down his freckled cheeks. “I’m okay, lix.. I would never leave you, okay? I’ll always be here. I’m so sorry.”

he shakes his head, kissing you again for a second, before pulling away to look at you. “no, no, don’t be sorry. none of this is your fault.” he holds your hands between his own. “we can call and quit in the morning, okay? I don’t want you suffering any longer. let’s.. let’s just go take a bath, alright? a warm one, with a bath bomb. I’ll give you a massage.”

you nod, a soft smile gracing your features, which causes felix to smile in return, and he wipes away his tears. “there’s my baby.” he lifts you up, walking with you to the bathroom, and sets you to sit on the kitchen sink. he starts running the bath water, and looks through the cabinets for one of your favorite bath bombs. it’s your favorite color, and it smells good too.

he kisses your cheek, and helps you undress, kissing every part of exposed skin. it’s a loving gesture, not one of lust, and you love him for it. he always seems to know what you need.

for a second, he’s leaving the bathroom. it makes you worry, until he’s come back with clean, fluffy towels, and pajamas for you and him. it makes you smile.

he helps you down, resting your tired, naked body in the tub. climbing in behind you when he’s fully undressed. he wets your hair with a tall cup filled with the tub’s warm water.

grabbing your shampoo, he’s massaging your scalp, making sure he’s not hurting you.

you hum in contentment, placing your hands on his knees.

after he’s shampooed your hair, your scalp is once again met with the warmth of the bath water, as he helps you wash the shampoo out. he slowly runs his fingers through your hair.

following after the water, he’s applying conditioner, and you don’t recognize the smell, turning to look at felix. he shakes his head, giggling slightly. “it’s okay, baby, I just got some new conditioner.” you cock an eyebrow. “what kind?”

“it’s a different scent, but it has the same functions as your old conditioner. don’t worry, sweetheart, just lemme take care of you, okay?” you nod, and turn your head back around to face the tub faucet, feeling his hands run the conditioner through your hair, and he’s softly scratching your head when he’s done.

letting the conditioner work it’s magic, he turns you around, so your whole body is facing him. “gonna let me wash you, honey?”

you nod for what seems to be the billionth time this evening, and he giggles, slowly and gently pulling you closer, grabbing a loofah and lathering it with your body wash, and he starts rubbing it, gently, on your body. you lean your forehead against his, and giggle when he reaches your lower regions. you spread your legs, and he washes the insides of your thighs before grabbing different lotion for your privates, making sure he’s careful with it.

it’s nothing new, feeling his hands down there, but this feels more intimate, more love filled. you sigh, and he moves his hands away when he deems you clean enough, and grabs the loofah to clean the rest of your legs.

when he’s finished, he just holds you close, sighing comfortably as you nuzzle your head against his neck. you start feeling dozy, but felix looks at you and pets your hair. “let’s wash this off, yeah?”

with that, he’s taking the tall cup, using the warm water to rinse off the body wash and conditioner.

you realize he didn’t clean himself, and you turn around after he’s finished. “here, lemme return the favor, lixie.”

he smiles, nodding, and refills the cup with more warm water, and rinses off the suds on your loofah.

you return every sweet gesture he’s done for you, gently massaging his scalp with the hair products, and lathering his body with his own body wash. he sits comfortably, letting you be on top of him while you work.

after you’re both cleaned up, he stands up, pulling you with him, and grabs a soft towel, drying you off, and wringing the water out of your hair. you step out of the tub, doing the same for him, and he follows suit. you dress each other, and to no surprise he’s given you one of his shirts and some soft pajama pants, with him without a shirt and some sweats that hug loosely around his hips. he looks beautiful.

“and so do you, sweetheart.” you don’t even realize you say that out loud, but his smile seems to make you not care as he replies, and you kiss him. gently. lovingly.

he’s picking you up after draining the bath water, and walks with you to the bedroom, laying you down in your shared bed. he feeds you a couple of your favorite gummies that are on the bedside table, and he gives you a little Bbokari plush to cuddle. finally, he climbs in next to you, kissing your shoulder and where your shoulder meets your neck. you sigh, and turn to lay on your side, facing him as he wraps his arms around your waist, smiling tiredly up at you.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you more, lixie.”

he smiles, to tired to refute your words, which would normally lead to a little word battle on who loves the other more.

after some gentle kisses from the both of you, you’re slowly drifting off to sleep.

you’ll call your boss in the morning, quitting your job. it may only take days to find another, maybe weeks, months even.

but as long as you’ve got felix, you don’t feel like you would have a problem with that.

with your last little thoughts leaving your head, you drift off to sleep, one arm snuggling Bbokari, the other on felix, your fingers carded through his hair.

as your breathing slows, you almost swear you hear something from felix, a gentle mumble that could go unnoticed by anybody.

..

“..we’ll be married one day, I know it.”

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help I wrote this in one sitting, in a matter of 30-40 minutes. I hope this didn’t suck!

feel free to like and reblog, I greatly appreciate it! stay safe guys <3

Hello! I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a fic about felix? Hes my bias and legit the love of my life.

Prompt:

"Y/N being overwhelmed with either work or school and ends up falling asleep, maybe upset and crying. When felix, her boyfriend of many years, gets home, he finds y/n passes out in her room with tear-stained cheeks and decides to make the rest of the night about her and her self care. "

Scream!

Lee Felix fluff/comfort. Very unconventional way of cheering up hdhdhd.

I'm sorry it took me so long to work on this!! i hope you'll enjoy reading it <3

"Sweetheart, I'm home!", Felix shouts as soon as he sets foot inside your apartment. It was past 10, and he had been counting the seconds until he could finally come home to you. 

He skips to your bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he finds you asleep on your desk, your face squished against your laptop. "Adorable", he whispers to himself, a lovestruck expression adorning his face. 

But as he bends forward to wake you up, he frowns at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and your deeply furrowed eyebrows. He looks over at the scattered papers on your desk, along with the three empty cups of coffee sitting there, and he figures this has to do with the big assignment you were working on. 

Felix places a featherlight kiss on your temple, before grabbing a pillow from your bed. He gently lifts your face, replacing the laptop with the soft cushion, this way you wouldn’t strain your neck. 

He quietly starts to clean your room, picking up clothes from the ground and putting back in place your disorganized products. He then heads to the kitchen, where he washes the dishes you had stacked in there from the night before. It was your turn to do them, but still, he knew that this would be a weight lifted off your shoulders. And he'd do anything to make you feel better.

When the dishes are washed, the countertop swept and the floors clean, he finally rejoins you in the bedroom. You are still asleep, so as to not startle you, he gently rubs your back, calling out your name softly. 

You open your eyes lazily, instinctively smiling when you see your boyfriend in front of you. "You are here", you whisper and he grins back, "I'm here, baby". 

You close your eyes, Felix's touch lulling you right back to sleep. But then, you snap them open when you remember that you most certainly shouldn't be asleep right now. 

"Fuck", you gasp, "I should be working, oh god I will never finish this and-", Felix leans down and kisses you, effectively stopping your frantic rambling. 

"Easy, love. What's going on?", he asks you, and his soft tone makes tears well up in your eyes. "I'm so so stressed out, I have this assignment due and my brain isn't cooperating".

Felix extends his hand towards you and you frown confused. "Come on, let's go", he urges you and you grab his warm hand tentatively, "Go where? Felix, I really shouldn’t-"

"Do you trust me?", he cuts you off and you reply instantly, "With my life".

"Then let's go", he pulls you up and you giggle lightly, "I'm still in my pajamas".

"Here", he grabs one of his hoodies and pulls it over your head, "Perfect". 

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A short drive later, Felix parks in front of the beach. You stare at him inquisitively and he smiles cheekily in reply.

You step out of the car, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of the breeze ruffling your hair. Felix stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his shin on top of your head. 

"The view's pretty", he comments and you nod in agreement, sinking further into his safe hold. When suddenly, Felix crouches down behind you. He holds your legs tightly and stands up- this time with you perched on his shoulders. You yelp, taken aback and he laughs, "How's the view up there?"

"Lix put me down!", you chuckle and he starts running towards the beach, ignoring your plea entirely. 

You are laughing so hard, your stomach aches by the time he finally stops. Your cheeks are flushed, and the salty scent of the sea mingles with Felix's cologne. You haven't felt this alive in a while. 

"Yn!", Felix calls out and you try your best to look down at him, "What?", you giggle and he smiles mischievously, "Scream, baby. Let it all out!" 

You contemplate for a few seconds before nodding eagerly. "Okay! Count to three for me", you tell him and he chuckles, "One... two... three!". 

You scream your lungs out, your shouts echoing around the empty beach. "Feels good baby?", Felix asks and in reply you yell again, letting out all your pent-up emotions. You felt as if you were on top of the world- sitting on Felix's shoulders while the sea drinks in your shouts.

Felix finally kneels down and you hop off of him. When your eyes meet his, you both scream together as if on cue, your hands holding his tightly. And then your shouts morph into barely contained giggles- you end up falling on the sand from how hard you're laughing.

When you both calm down, you high-five him and he smiles, lacing your fingers with his. "Did it help?", he asks, his thumb swiping back and forth on your palm. 

"A lot. This was exhilarating".

"I'm glad", he grins brightly as he helps you stand up. You pull him in for a bone-crushing hug, wrapping your legs around his waist. He securely holds you to him as he walks back towards the car, “Let's go get ice cream, and then we’ll go home and cuddle. Sounds good?", he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ears.

"Sounds perfect", you smile, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

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As promised, Felix buys your favorite ice cream and you both eat it in the car, while blasting the playlist he once made you. He thinks you didn't notice but you know he took extra laps around the house, this way you'd get to finish the song you were listening to. 

You also notice how the house is much cleaner than it was this morning. How Felix puts on your comfort show and places your head on his chest, because he knows the sound of his heartbeat calms you down.

You notice how he places a glass of water on your bedside, this way you'd drink it first thing in the morning. How he insists on putting on your skincare for you, gently massaging it into your skin. How he tucks your Bokkari plushie next to your pillow, this way you'd hug it when he has to inevitably leave for work.

When you both finally lay in bed, you kiss his forehead gently, and his eyes flutter closed at the contact. 

"Thank you, for loving me", you smile, heart so full of admiration it feels like it will burst. 

"Thank you, for allowing me to love you".

"Can't you just accept the compliment?", you giggle and he shakes his head no, pulling you closer to him. 

"Tonight is about you, my love".

"Can tomorrow be about me too?", you tease and he smiles softly at you. 

"For as long as you need it".

oh my god I'm sobbing this is amazing but I'm so sad now 😭

[13:39] lee felix

contains: angst, fluff, summer lovers trope, gender-neutral!reader’s pov

warning: none

word count: 0.6k words

note: hello i am back with a badly written and very cliche drabble :’D i listened to one direction’s summer love and i went straight to google docs to write something lmao and this is the baby… kinda embarrassing at some point but i’m still going to post this HAHA

another note: this is originally a skz ship drabble that i posted somewhere else, but i thought it’d fit in a different pairing… so here you go, a drabble with a gn!reader :DD

tag list: @plutominho​ @hwangsify​

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You were mine.

You and I danced under the bright sun, flawlessly moving around with the grass softly pointing at our feet. It was an understatement to say that it was one of the best moments I had with you. 

The comfort of your hands around my body was something I always craved, and I didn’t believe it was the last time I’d feel it. Your head on my shoulder was something I got used to from your nightly visits to my home. You always fell into a peaceful slumber on that same spot—you with me in the middle of the night felt like home.

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lee felix x gn!reader one shot • 1k words

genre: non-idol au, fluff

content notes: baking

warnings: mentions of food

summary: you bake a banana cake with felix.

a/n: based on a conversation i once had with @sunboki about felix's 210413 live. i used this banana cake recipe as reference, and the banana joke came from this website.

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You’re in the middle of mixing the butter and sugars together while Felix mashes the bananas. You can hear his little giggles from the other side of the kitchen.

“Why do you keep saying ‘banana’ and then laughing?” you ask, endeared.

“Say it. ‘Banana.’ It’s a funny word if you say it over and over again,” he tells you.

So you join in on his little shenanigans, and just when one of you thinks things have quieted down, the other would say, “Banana,” and you’d laugh all over again. Thankfully, you’re able to prepare the rest of the ingredients without fail despite the giggles.

Baking has always been more than just preparing desserts for you and Felix. Baking means time for stupid jokes, for loud softness, and for quiet love.

By the time the batter is poured into a greased and floured pan, Felix has told you at least three different banana puns and and snuck multiple kisses to your cheeks.

While the cake is in the oven, Felix takes you by the hand and slow-dances with you in the middle of the kitchen. There’s a light piano song playing in the background, and Felix is looking at you with glitter in his eyes. You can feel flour on his fingertips, and he can probably feel batter on yours, but none of that matters right now.

Felix twirls you and then pulls you close. He rubs his nose against yours before kissing you softly on the lips. When he pulls away, he lets out a sigh.

“Beethoven’s favorite fruit is banana…na banana…na,” he murmurs in a deep tone.

It takes you a second to understand what’s going on, but then you snort and laugh so hard that you stumble back a step.

Felix just holds on to your hands a little more tightly and watches you laugh.

“That was so stupid,” you say, pressing your head against his chest as you try to breathe.

“But it made you laugh, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

You ask for another kiss before you and Felix wash off the mess on your hands and start on the frosting. Thanks to Felix’s hand mixer, it doesn’t take very long to make.

When you set aside the frosting, there’s still some time before the cake is done, so you offer to clean while Felix makes the both of you hot chocolate with the leftover milk and some chocolate bars.

“It’s really hot, so be careful when you pick it up. I’m just going to put it here for you.” You look behind you to see Felix placing it on the table.

“Oh, thanks. Just give me a second.” You join him at the table after you dry your hands, and you just talk about both the smallest of things and the biggest of matters while you wait on the cake.

And before you know it, an hour has passed.

Felix grabs a toothpick out of the container and goes to open the oven. He quickly pokes the cake with the toothpick to check. “I think we can take it out now.” He reaches up to turn off the oven before donning silicone mitts and carefully taking out the cake pan.

You help him place the cake on a plate and put it in the freezer to chill. Another waiting game starts until you can pour the frosting on top of the cake, but Felix helps you pass the time by pulling you into another dance session. There’s a pop song playing this time, and Felix is humming the melody underneath his breath.

You soon realize that the song playing doesn’t actually matter because Felix continues to slow dance with you even when his music changes through genres such as EDM and Bossa Nova. He keeps the same pace no matter the current BPM, like he isn’t able to hear the music with his focus only on you, you, you.

It’s enticing to stay like this with him, as though he is feeding to you a world with its own sense of time, one that doesn’t rush to do anything. It lets you be. He lets you be.

You jump when the timer goes off.

Felix chuckles, nuzzling a kiss to your cheek before going to turn it off. He takes out the cake from the freezer while you give the frosting one last stir. He patiently holds the edge of the plate while you spread the frosting on top.

When you’re finished, you put the bowl down and let out a satisfied sigh. “It looks great, Felix. I can’t believe we just made that.”

“I just hope it tastes just as good,” he replies nervously.

You each take a slice from the cake and take a bite. It’s comical how the two of you meet eyes right after.

He raises his hands for a double high five, and you clap your palms against his, hopping in place.

“It’s good,” you say.

“It’s good,” he repeats. His shoulders slump. “Ah, I’m so glad it baked well.”

“Of course it did. Your amazing partner was here to help you with it.” You playfully puff out your chest and raise your nose.

He hooks a finger around one of yours and brings your hand up to his lips. His voice is deep when he whispers, “I know, right?” His breath is hot on your skin. “What would I do without you?” He leaves lingering kisses on your knuckles, gently and slowly pressing his lips against them one by one.

You blush. You hadn’t expect him to react in such a way. “You—I—you’re such a tease,” you huff.

He laughs, his eyes crinkling with amusement and love. “I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”

You lean back slightly, feeling his arms secure around you. “I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head against him. The two of you just sway, no music this time, but it’s not like you need it anyway.

oh my god I'm in tears... that was beautiful and so not what I was expecting but so incredibly beautiful.

Tag, you’re it; Lee Felix

Genre: (heavy) angst, slight fluff, very bittersweet

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: (allusion to) death

Please listen to Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine while reading as this drabble is inspired by the song<3

"When will you be visiting Australia again?" The deep voice made you turn your head to the side to look at your lover.

"Australia has beautiful sunsets too, you know?" He added, making you grin.

"I want to go back as soon as possible," you responded as you turned to look at the sunset again. The sky was turning into a mixture of orange and pink.

"I want to see your mother and sisters again."

Felix hummed. "They miss you."

You smiled.

"They miss you too, Lix."

"I know," he quietly replied.

You let your hand make its way to Felix' hand before you grabbed it and intertwined your fingers with his. You looked at the gold on his ring finger and smiled as you remembered the most beautiful day of your life. The day you got the honor to marry your best friend, the love of your life.

"But I won't let you go alone, you know?" Felix said, "I will always go anywhere you go."

You slowly nodded before looking up at him with a soft smile on your face.

"I know you will."

Felix nodded.

It was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound being heard by you was the late summer breeze.

"Remember how we always loved to play tag you're it  when we were eight?" Felix suddenly asked, making you laugh.

"How could I forget? You always let me win because you felt bad I wasn't fast."

Felix grinned. "You had short legs."

This made you softly nudge him with your shoulder and he let out a chuckle.

"Sometimes I wish we were still children," you softly mumbled as you rested your head on his shoulder. Felix bit his lower lip as he looked up at the pink sky. "Me too, my love."

You sighed, watching a few birds fly by.

"What if we just play tag you're it, now?"

Felix looked down at you, a grin growing on his lips. "Now?"

You hummed. "Yes."

Felix kept eye contact with you for a few seconds before slowly nodding. "Okay."

He got up from the ground before holding out his hand to you. You grabbed it and looked at your husband with an excited smile on your face after he pulled you up.

"Tag, you're it," Felix grinned as he softly tapped your shoulder before running off.

"Hey, I wasn't prepared yet!" You yelled with a laugh as you started running after him.

The grass tickled your bare feet as you ran across the field, causing giggles to fall from your lips.

"Felix, I can't keep up!" You laughed as you looked at the back of the man running a few meters in front of you. Your beautiful husband.

Wind blew through his black locks, giving an illusion like the strands of his hair were dancing. Even Felix' hair looked happy.

You smiled and your eyes were sparking when you finally caught up to Felix. Just as you were about to wrap your arms around his frame, you tripped over something in the grass and fell to the ground. Letting out an "umph" sound, you blew some grass out of your face before a laugh bubbled up in your chest again.

"Y/n, be careful!" Felix voice sounded worried in the distance, making your grin grow even bigger before laughter erupted from your throat as you rolled over to lay on your back.

Your laughter became one with the soft breeze that blew across the field.

You gazed at the pink sky and pushed yourself up a little, looking around for your lover. "Felix?" You asked, the smile still on your face.

Your laughter slowly died down when your eyes couldn't find Felix.

"Lix?" You repeated, your voice growing smaller.

"I'm here, my love."

You looked up and your heart immediately calmed down when you saw him, his eyes shimmering.

"Felix," you smiled, making a soft smile appear on his face as well.

"Hi, my love."

His voice was your favorite sound in the world, especially when he would say the word 'love'. Because you knew, he only ever meant you whenever he thought about or said the word 'love'. You were the definition of love to him.

"I thought I lost you," you softly laughed, making the loving expression in Felix' eyes only grow.

"You'll never lose me, you know that right?"

You nodded.

"You know why?"

This time you shook your head.

"Because I'm there," he responded, pointing his finger at the left side of your chest, making you look down. "And I'll always be there. No matter what happens."

You smiled, tears starting to press against your eyes as you nodded again.

"I love you, my Felix,"

Felix crouched down in front of you and cupped you cheek. He wiped a stray tear off your face and his soft, feather-like touch made you shut your eyes.

"I love you more." His voice was warm and sounded like home. Your home.

"And that's why I need you to keep on running, my love."

More tears fell from your eyes. "But Lix-"

"Can you do that for me?" He asked, interrupting you with a kind smile on his lips. The same lips that would always kiss all of your worries away.

You looked in his eyes for a long time before slowly nodding.

"For you I will do anything, Felix."

The smile on his face grew as he stroked your cheek. "Oh, my love. We will meet again, I promise we will."

You nodded again, not being able to say a word.

"So wake up now, okay? Wake up and keep on going. Keep on running until we see each other again. Will you do that for me?"

"I will," you whispered and Felix wiped another tear from your face before leaning closer to you. You closed your eyes at the ghostly feeling off his kiss on your forehead.

"Wake up, my love."

Your eyes opened and a light blue ceiling met your stare. It was completely silent in the small bedroom, the only sound being heard by you was the clock ticking.

Your cheeks were wet and your heart in a thousand pieces.

But as you let out a breath, somehow it felt like one little piece of your heart had gotten glued together to one other piece. Two pieces of the thousand pieces got put back together.

The start of something.

You knew who caused this. You knew who helped you glue the two pieces back together, making the weight on your chest feel just a tiny bit lighter.

A grateful smile colored your chapped, wet lips.

Turning to lay on your side, you took the frame from the nightstand and stared at the picture.

You traced the outlines of the person in the picture with your finger as the smile grew on your tear-stained face. Your person.

In loving memory of Felix Lee.

Your fingers ghosted over the sentence written at the bottom before you pressed the white picture frame against your chest, hugging it tightly.

“Until we meet again, my love.”

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This is the sweetest thing ever 😭

waking up next to you

tooth rotting fluff of you waking up next to felix

warnings: felix x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 350+

you’re slow to wake up, a rare day when you have nothing to do and you aren’t shocked to life by the sound of your alarm. each sense returns to you one by one, slow and sweet as syrup.

you start hearing the birds chirping songs outside, getting louder as your hearing clears up. the steady clicking of the wall clock in the hallway makes you want to smother your head into your pillow until it stops. you hear soft breathing, little snuffles and tiny snores, coming from near you. you listen to a car passing by outside, pitying whoever has to be up and about on a lazy sunday morning.

next, you taste your morning breath, complete with remnants of the drinks you had last night. it lays heavy on your tongue and clings to your teeth. it’s almost enough to send you tumbling out of bed to brush your teeth but you don’t want to leave the safety and warmth you’re cocooned in right now.

you begin to register the feeling of the blanket around you, tangled in your toes and swaddling your arm. this isn’t your blanket. this certainly isn’t your pillowcase. and it most definitely isn’t your own arm that your head is half pillowed onto. but every item is as familiar to yourself as your own belongings. the morning sun rays brush your face, providing a tingling warmth that you so rarely get to enjoy.

the deep breath you pull through your nose as you sigh in contentment makes the scent of strawberry and mint hit your senses. it’s intoxicating, a combination of smells that you know quite well and can place anywhere. you smell the faint trace of laundry detergent and lingering sweat in the pillowcase.

lastly, you crack your eyes open one at a time to take him in. the soft, tan skin of his arm under your head, protective and strong. the lush lips shaped like a bowstring, still bruised and bitten from the night before. the splatter of golden freckles dusting his cheeks and the slope of his nose, painting the picture of perfection. his soft blonde hair, messed up from sleeping, a halo around his head. his long eyelashes fanning across his eyelids, and oh, there he is, his deep brown eyes looking right into yours.

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masterlist

This is perfect 😭😭 so adorable… I love it!!

What About Me ?

pairing ↳ lee felix x y/n reader

word count ↳ 2.4k+

warnings ↳ misunderstanding, arguments, mentions of food, overthinking, slight hints of falling out of love and breaking up, happy ending !!

author's note ↳ this is my first time so it may be bad im sorry but bear with me 🥹 and english is not my first language so grammar may be a bit eh im so sorry 🥲

It’s been long ago that you found out about Felix being fond of physical touch, just from observing the way he behaved with people around him. It’s adorable, really, and now that you’re together it’s even more of a quality of his that you just absolutely love.

But you never got just why he rarely ever did the same for you. When you first got to know each other, way before your feelings developed, he intended more physical touches than he even as little as let his thigh brush yours when you sit close to him now. You couldn’t help but overthink about it.

Is he feeling okay? Did I do something wrong? Do I make him uncomfortable? Is he losing feelings? Does he hate me? The thoughts worsen each time.

You’ve tried initiating the contact—adjusting his hair when it gets in the way of his view, firmly holding his hand when crossing the road, giving him a hug when it’s been quite long since you last saw each other. But each effort was met with little to no effort of reciprocation. He either avoids getting the contact to happen or tries to make it last for only a while. The actions never went unnoticed by you and it made you heartbroken.

Felix was such a sweetheart, you were sure even if you did something wrong he would not confront you with such a straightforward attitude, afraid to hurt your feelings. Little did he know slowing down the process was hurting you more.

The overwhelming situation took over almost all of the space inside your head and when Chan invited you and Felix over with the others to have a sleepover, you wanted to refuse and just stay home but Felix would probably sense that something was wrong and insisted to stay at home with you. You didn’t want to take away his time with his friends so you just went along, trying to shake away the heavy cloud looming over your head.

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“Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” Chan asked while turning on the TV while some was sorting the snacks on the coffee table.

Han eagerly raised his hand, excited to be the one in charge of the entertainment for the night, which raised groans. “Wait, wait, I know all of you are expecting me to pick Howl’s Moving Castle again, but tonight I’m feeling a bit... different,” he giggled to himself before turning to the television to set it up.

As everyone settled down—Seungmin, Jeongin, you and Felix shared a couch and a blanket while the others decided to sit on the floor just so they’ll be closer to the snacks. As the movie started, the title ‘On Your Wedding Day’ appeared and Han mentioned that a friend of his recommended the movie to him.

Throughout the movie, you could feel Felix’s eyes on you at times, looking back and forth between you and the TV. Usually you would cry when watching movies like this but in your head, you were worrying about Felix the whole time.

Was he fine with sitting close to you like this? You didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable. You tried preventing your leg from bouncing to not show how nervous you were. Thankfully you had never been one to talk much when you’re with the members so you didn’t have to make an effort to make small talks and comments about the movie.

As the movie finished, everyone decided to call it a day. As soon as you went into the room you and Felix shared, you got into the bathroom to do your skincare. Felix got into the bathroom soon after to do his, so you stood in front of the mirror side by side without saying a word to each other the whole time.

Before this the silence would feel comfortable, but now with your feelings all jumbled up you questioned whether or not it was a good thing that you two did not share any sort of interaction.

You got on the left side of the bed and faced upwards, waiting for Felix to lay beside you. A few moments after he did, you tried to find the courage to ask him of the truth. It was too much for you to bear, not knowing what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he thought of you and if somehow his feelings had changed from what he felt at the beginning of the relationship.

You slowly sat up and faced him. “Felix?” You called, to which he hummed as a response and landed his eyes on you. Upon seeing your serious expression, he got alarmed and sat up.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just... I need to talk to you about something,” You were looking down at your hand that was fidgeting with the comforter of the bed, a result from the anxiety you were experiencing.

Apart from all the darkness clouds of thoughts racking your brain, there was a small part that was holding on to a light of hope, thinking, praying that your mind just paid too much attention to every single detail that should’ve never been that important. That perhaps his feelings were alike to what yours were, still the same as it had ever been or maybe even growing much more than when you were at the starting point of the relationship.

But the light was getting dimmer as each day passed by.

You sat in silence for a long moment, neither one of you breaking it. “Y/n?” Felix called, his voice as sweet and as soft as it had always been, and he reached out to hold your hand.

Why now, when you were ready to confront him about this ? Why now, when you were begging for one as simple as this before from him and granting it seemed like an impossible task for him to do?

The confrontation would possibly leave you two heartbroken. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe it would only be one-sided, but either way you were certain that you couldn’t leave the argument without your heart breaking more than it already was.

“Did I do something?” You slowly raised your head to look him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” He asked, with his eyebrows furrowed and a hint of a frown on his lips.

“Or was it something I said? Were there any arguments we left unsettled? If you want, we can finish it now, we can be done with it, and-”

“No, love you didn’t do anything and there’s nothing to finish, what do you mean?” Felix asked, his expression growing more concerned, his thumbs caressing your hand to ease you.

“Then why are you doing this?” The confusion didn’t leave his face, so you continued, “Avoiding my touches like it would somehow hurt you. Are we falling out, is that what this is? Are your feelings for me gone? You can be honest it’s fine.” At this point you could feel your tears threatening to stream down your face but you fought it, not wanting to cause Felix to feel bad just because you were getting sensitive.

“We’re not-”

“Then why? I’ve seen you with the others and you were fine. You hugged them and you touched them and I could see and even feel your love for them, but what about me, Felix? If wanting to feel your touch makes me needy and clingy then so be it because how do I not be when you wouldn’t even let any parts of you even brush against mine? I’ve tried convincing myself that I was overthinking the whole thing, but... I don’t know, lately it’s all forming a puzzle.”

The tears that you fought against so hard were too strong and you could feel them going down your face. “So just tell me now. Right now. Be honest with me. Do you still want to be with me? If you don’t, it’s okay, I won’t make a big deal out of it. It is what it is and some things are meant to end, and-“ Your sentence was cut off as Felix’s hands reached to cradle your face, wiping your tears delicately with his thumbs.

“You really love jumping to conclusions, don’t you?” He asked and voiced a low chuckle. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I never intended to, but I did and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make up for it. But I guess I kind of assumed things too. I knew that you didn’t really favour physical touch. I’ve seen how you tried to retract yourself when people touch you. I’ve seen how uncomfortable you get because of it. I didn’t want to do that to you. So I tried holding myself back from all the hugs that I wanted to give you, from all the holding hands I wanted to do. It even made me realize just how good I was at self restraint. Or maybe it’s because it concerned you.”

“But wasn’t it enough of an approval when I touched you first?” You asked, the words barely comprehensible as you fought with the lump in your throat.

“Love, you’re a wonderful person. It wouldn’t be impossible that you only did so just because you knew I liked physical touches. I didn’t want you to think I liked it when you abandoned your needs only to meet mine. That’s not fair. You should never think that. But... I guess that’s where I’m in the wrong too.”

His thumbs started caressing your cheeks again as he brought your face closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell that you wanted me to touch you. I never thought you would because Hyunjin told me that back then you didn’t really enjoy being touched by others and were more inclined towards words. You had been friends with him for years, so I trusted him. I tried to show my affections for you through other ways, but I guess I’m too accustomed to touching that it didn't really show. I should’ve never assumed like that instead of asking you about it, I’m so sorry.” You could see his gaze softening from the guilt he was feeling.

“No, I’m sorry. I also should’ve asked you straight away if you were okay instead of just making things up... Were you? Okay?” He nodded at that with a smile, so you continued. “I guess it was true. I used to really hate touching people, even my siblings and friends. But... I don’t know I guess you bring that side out of me.” You looked down at your hands again, embarrassed to admit just how smitten you were with him.

Then, Felix raised your head with his fingers on your chin. “And I’m glad I did.” He went for a hug then and you had never felt like crying more than you did at that moment. You hugged him as much force as he did, or maybe even more.

You stayed like that for a while, in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Both of you slowly pulled back but even then, you stay connected through his hands holding yours. His right hand left yours to wipe the stain of tears on your face and asked, “Are you feeling better?” He asked, and that soft and sweet smile was still on his lips. You nodded and asked him the same thing, to which he nodded to.

“Thank you for being patient and putting up with me, I... I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” You held back the tears that were threatening to come out because of the guilt you were feeling.

“I hardly feel like I am. But you know I’d do anything if it was for you,” His thumbs were swiping the back of your hand now. “But, I guess you can’t say the same... I mean, you did say ‘Some things are meant to end.’”

You hit his thigh lightly, smiling. “You know I didn’t mean that,” You said to which he chuckled. Then you just stared at each other, until you finally bring out the words you’ve been thinking for a while. “Can you kiss me?”

He chuckled and slowly came forward. He cradled the left side of your face and leaned in until your lips touched. It was a slow one, with no intention of becoming more. Both of you were tired, and it felt like heaven to be able to relax in each others’ hold like this.

You slowly broke apart and both left the kiss with slightly flushed cheeks and a smile. Then , he topped it with a kiss on your cheek, which just made your face even redder. “Should we go to sleep now?” He asked to which you nodded.

You turned off the bedside lamp and took off your spectacles and just as you laid down, you felt Felix’s hand on your waist and his face right beside yours. You turned towards him, and his leg immediately went to straddle yours.

“I’ve always wanted to sleep with you like this, so you can’t do anything about it,” He said with his eyes closed and you chuckled.

“No complaints.”

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You were really glad you had that talk with Felix because boy, was he touchy the next day. When you woke up, he didn’t want to let you go and insisted that you stayed in bed but you persuaded him to come with you. So you brushed your teeth and did your skincare together. All while he’s right beside you.

Everyone either hadn’t woken up yet or just stayed in bed, so you made pancakes for you and Felix. Even then, he was hugging you from behind but then was afraid that you would get hurt because he was restricting your movements, so he got himself to prepare the plates and utensils needed.

He took a picture of you and the pancakes and when he showed it to you, you heard him mumble “So pretty.” You ate together while talking about your plans for the week and he complimented you exaggeratedly about the pancakes when both of you knew it was a simple recipe.

The boys woke up so you were about to get up and make some for them but Felix said you didn’t have to and got up to make them. You watched him move as he flipped the pancakes, his moves so elegant and delicate. Each time he turned around and saw you staring at him, he gave you a soft smile and continued making the pancakes.

Amidst the chaos of the boys greeting each other and being excited that breakfast was ready, you wondered to yourself if it could get any more perfect than this. You could feel your heart mending and being full of hope that this beam of happiness you're feeling and seeing would stay in your life forever.

So cute 😭

like the movies ; lee felix

giggles could be heard from a corner of the library where you and felix were seated. despite the constant warning from the librarian seungmin, you couldn't stifle your laughter every time felix peeped up from his book, mischievous eyes on display as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. it was clear that while the date was supposed to be one filled with reading and exchanging novels at your local library, 'lixie' as you called him had different plans.

it had been fun nevertheless. because if it didn't demand much from your end, you'd enjoy whatever was planned. and felix did exactly that. as long as he got a positive reaction from you, he'd handle everything, from initiating conversation about a book or commenting on how stunning you looked, to shooing away his friend, seungmin. he made sure you were comfortable and relaxed because truth be told, felix wasn't the biggest fan of reading.

but he'd join in on whatever you wanted to do because lee felix is absolutely whipped for you.

he smiles to himself as you giggled yet again when he mentioned how cute it was when you puckered your lips out in concentration while reading. unfortunately or fortunately, that was the last straw for seungmin here. it was exam season and just because you two had nothing better to do than being lovesick fools at a library, there were students out here who needed to study.

upon being kicked out of the library, felix took your hand in his before asking, "mind continuing our date at the cafe nearby?"

"sure, as long as you don't make me drink any coffee."

"wait. you don't like coffee either?"

you scrunched your nose in disgust before adding, "hate that stuff. prefer grape juice."

felix smiled warmly before you both walked off.

"grape juice it is then."

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a/n: as an extreme coffee enthusiast, this hurt but anything for you guys ig 😭💓

The cutest thing ever awwwwww

I Lilac You. ‣ lfl

‣ genre: f2l, fluffyyy, female reader

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: He sticks the flowers out to you and grins, “I got these for you?”; alternatively where Felix decides to be the first-ever person to get you flowers, but his plan isn't as perfect as he wanted it to be

‣ warnings?: one mention of blood (scraped knees), nothing too detailed or graphic

‣ an: I know that the flowers in the header pic aren't tulips or lilacs but this whole fic is mainly flower-themed ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) thought this was cute, so hope you enjoy it!

“I wonder what getting flowers from a significant other feels like.”

Your words echo at the back of Felix’s head every time he bikes past the flower shop at the plaza. It’s been about 3 weeks since you had mindlessly murmured the words while he and you were watching a movie on the TV, but just the sight of a bouquet still causes you to pop up rent-free in his head. 

He wants to get you flowers—he’s specifically set aside money to do so—but the only thing was that he wasn’t your significant other. 

And although that probably would not have mattered to you at all, he still can’t help but think that there’s a definitive difference between a guy friend gifting you a bouquet of flowers and your boyfriend giving it to you out of love. 

But he still does want to get you flowers. 

Maybe he will. 

On the way to your house on the morning he finally decided to do so, Felix takes the long way through the plaza, making a detour through free alleyways and past the small fountain that was surrounded by tens and tens of birds. He dodged gatherings of people crowded around some buskers and those who walked a bit slower than he biked. The weather was perfect, a slight breeze accompanying the sunshine. 

This was a sign. 

Slowing down at the flower shop he has grown familiar with, he quickly locks his bike at the bike rack by the small building before nodding in approval. On the way in, he pats his pocket gently, smiling at the feeling of his money sitting safely in his jacket. 

“Good afternoon, young man,” an older lady was sitting comfortably behind the front desk, a small TV sitting to the side to keep her entertained. Felix glanced briefly to find that she was watching a drama that he may have seen you watching when he comes over. 

“Good afternoon,” Felix gives her a genuine smile as he approaches the desk, “I’m here to buy some flowers… with your guidance, of course.” 

The woman smiles excitedly, only turning down the drama instead of completely turning it off (because she wants to know what’s going to happen next), before waving Felix over to follow her. “Very first—and most important—question. Who are the flowers for?” 

“It’s for my best frie–“ 

“A girl?” She interrupts. 

Felix gulps, “Yes… but she’s just a frie–“

“Do you have feelings for your friend?” The lady continues to round the store, pretending to eye the flowers as she interrogates Felix. 

He stops in his tracks, “Well, yes, but she doesn’t like me.” 

The lady stops to look back at Felix, “Continue….”

“But I want to get flowers for her… you see, she’s never gotten flowers before, from someone other than family, so I wanted to–“

“You really like her, don’t you?”

Felix doesn’t know if he feels comforted or creeped out by the fact that this lady is practically reading him like a book. Is he that much of an open book, or is this woman some kind of psychic? He’s suddenly afraid that you were able to read him as well as this lady. 

“I-I do, but this is only to give her as a gift,” Felix insists. 

The lady turns to look at Felix, “Confess!” 

“Huh?”

“My flowers are perfect for this sort of occasion!” She begins gathering some tulips, specifically pink and red tulips. After she gathered them, she began arranging them to look pleasing to the eye, a smile on her face throughout the entire process. “Pink for confidence, happiness, affection… red for passionate love. Tulips for perfect love!”

“But… but I’m not so sure that she returns the feelings,” Felix speaks up. Although the lady may be misunderstanding the occasion, he doesn’t stop her from doing her job. The bouquet she was creating was actually stunning, and Felix knew it was something you would adore. Maybe it’ll be fine as long as you don’t know the meaning of the flowers. 

“Ridiculous!” She exclaims, “Use these flowers to help you confess! I promise you, all will go well. No one who’s ever gotten flowers from me has been rejected.”

Again, Felix is getting mixed feelings from this woman. Either she was telling the truth, or she was really good at promoting her flowers. Maybe both. 

Once she was finished creating the bouquet, she waddled her way back to the front desk, already knowing that Felix was at her tail. She calculated the total for the bouquet, tapping away at her calculator. 

“How much?” Felix pulls out the cash from his pocket, ready to put down how ever many won it was worth. 

“Twenty-thousand,” she states.

“Just twenty?” Felix was surprised. He fully expected the bouquet to be at least thirty thousand.

The woman raises a brow, “Why? Want me to raise the price?” She chuckles to indicate it was a joke before taking the money Felix slips onto the counter. In turn, she pushes the nicely wrapped bouquet towards Felix. “Good luck, young man.”

“Thank you.” Felix is unsure whether he was thanking the lady for the bouquet or for wishing him luck. But then again, he wasn’t even planning on telling you how he feels. 

Before he knew it, Felix was back on his bike, riding through the familiar path he always took towards your house. He had a tight grasp around tulip stems, darting his eyes between the pathway and the flowers, hoping they’d stay intact. 

“Almost there,” he mutters underneath his breath, a smile slowly growing on his face at the thought of your reaction when he hands you the flowers. He can’t wait to see your beam of a smile—the one that made his heart burst with warmth.

He could almost imagine how it would go down (or at least how he wanted it to go down). He’d arrive at your place, bouquet behind his back like all the boys did in the movies. Then he’d ring the doorbell, trying to keep a straight face so he wouldn’t give the surprise away. When you answer the door, he would speak to you as usual, and when you ask what he’s hiding, he’d reveal the flowers. 

Felix’s daydreaming gets ahead of him… so ahead that while he is running through the situation in his head, he doesn’t notice one of the neighbourhood cats resting in the middle of the sidewalk. It wasn’t until the last minute that Felix swerved to avoid the cat, throwing the front wheel of his bike off its course and into a weird angle. 

Without any warning, Felix’s bike slips to the side, causing him to fall likewise. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, “Shitshitshit.”

His mind doesn’t bother paying attention to his two scraped knees. Instead, his eyes flew towards the bouquet of flowers that had fallen a few yards from him and onto the road. He gets up slowly, knees sharp with pain, but again, he doesn’t care. The flowers were all that mattered right now. 

Limping towards the edge of the road, he tries his best to reach for the bouquet, but right as he reaches the curb, a car carelessly drives past him, squashing half of it. 

Felix gasps and shakes his head. Looking both ways, he quickly grabs the bottom of the bouquet, picking up what was left of the, well, what was a beautiful bouquet. He cradles the flowers in one arm, picking up his bike with the other. Your house was just around the corner. 

Ringing the doorbell, Felix frowns down at the semi-destroyed bouquet. He’s mad at himself for not paying enough attention to what had been in his way. Now his entire plan is ruined.

“Felix?” You answer the door. Your eyes meet his first, then you notice how disheveled he looks, then the red of his knees. You gasped—although it wasn’t because of the flowers—you didn’t even see the flowers Felix was holding. 

“Y/N,” Felix takes a deep breath before deciding to spit it all out at once, “I’m sorry, I really wanted to get you flowers because you told me the other day how you wondered what it felt like, and I got you them, but on the way here a cat made me fall my bike and now they’re all rui—”

“Felix,” you gently grab his arm, “Your knees… they’re bleeding… We need to cover them up before they get infected. Why didn’t you just call me? Why did you walk all the way here?” He limps into your house with you staying at his side. 

“It was just…” he gestures elsewhere, “It was around the corner. I’m fine. I promise.”

You help him sit on your living room couch, a sad smile on your face, “You’re still hurt, Lix. It doesn’t matter how close it was. I could’ve helped you.” You turn away from him and go to the cabinet in your kitchen that held the first aid supplies. You quickly grab some alcohol, cotton pads, and the biggest band-aids you can find, swinging the door closed before returning to the scuffed-up boy sitting on your couch. 

Without another word, you level yourself down to his knees and screw open the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, pouring a bit onto the cotton pad. “This’ll sting for a sec.” You pat it onto his knee with no warning. The wetness of the alcohol lets the pad stick to his knee, which gives you time to open the band-aid. 

Felix watched you from above, feeling his heartbeat grow stronger at how focused you looked. Your brows were slightly furrowed, eyes trained on his scraped knee and pursed lips. You looked extra cute. He had to admit this to himself. 

“What even happened?” You moved onto the next knee once you were satisfied with how you bandaged the first, “You bike every single day. This has never happened to you.”

“A cat,” he replies.

You couldn’t help but snicker, “A cat?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really paying attention,” he mumbles, “I’m more bummed that the flowers are ruined, though.”

You paused mid-bandaging, “Flowers?” You finally look up at Felix, whose cheeks heat up at your gaze, “What flowers?” Without even thinking, you finish sticking the band-aid onto Felix’s knee and shifting positions to sit on your heels. 

“You didn’t see them?... Or hear me? I said—” He pulls the bouquet of flowers onto his lap and glances over them for a brief moment, “Never mind that….” He sticks the flowers out to you and grins, “I got these for you?”

You sit there, rather surprised at Felix’s gesture. 

“I know, they look horrible, but I promise you they were pretty before I—“

You practically snatch the bouquet out of his hold and marvel at them, “They’re beautiful!” And to you, they truly were. The only part of the bouquet that was ruined was the top half, but you could easily tell what it would have looked like before it was run over. 

“They are?” Felix brings a hand up to scratch his head.

You nod, ecstatic, “They are!”

There’s a quick moment of silence as you continue to admire the bouquet. But you speak up again, “Thank you, Felix. So much.”

No one who’s ever gotten flowers from me has been rejected, the lady’s voice echoed in Felix’s head. Should he take this chance and test what she claimed? Or should he leave this situation as is? Confess!

“I… uh…”

“What do the pink and red tulips mean?” You look up at him again, head tilting slightly to the side. 

“The lady told me at the flower shop,” Felix twiddles his thumbs, “When I was talking about you and why I was getting them.”

“What did she say?”

“Pink for…” he tried to recall, “Happiness… confidence… and love?”

You don’t reply, a bit too speechless. You start playing with the ribbons wrapped tightly around the stems, trying to keep yourself busy. 

“Red for love,” he mumbles, “The tulips themselves mean love.” He gulps, “Perfect love.”

“Love?” 

“Out of all the words, that’s the one that you decide to weed out?” Felix laughs nervously, running his hands over the bandages you just applied.

“Love,” you giggled, “Felix, do you love me?” It comes out as if you were teasing him, but you were being serious. It’s easy for anyone to understand. If Felix was talking to the florist about you, and she ends up picking flowers that have the intent of expressing love, what did that mean? 

“Yes,” he nods, “I do.” It was a simple yet sweet response. 

“Wait, you do?” you were taken aback, “A-as a friend? Or–”

“More than that,” he interrupts, a surge of confidence taking over him. Felix waits on you for a reply, afraid to add anything else that could potentially scare you away. There’s an almost suffocating silence in the air as he watches you continue playing with the ribbons. They’re starting to untie completely, but the bouquet is still loosely held together with a wire hidden underneath the ribbon. 

Your heart is racing, noticing through your peripheral that Felix is staring at you. You’re staring at the tulip petals. A specific red tulip catches your eye. Red for love… perfect love.

You hum and reach for the base of the flower, tugging up to pull out that specific red tulip. You slide your hand down so that you’re holding the flower at the bottom of its stem, then you hold it out to Felix, urging him to take it. 

“Wha–” he takes it but holds it awkwardly, confused, “Y/N?”

“I love you, too,” you grinned, “As more than a friend.”

oh my gosh this is the cutest thing ever!!!!

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-warnings- Felix kinda has a thing for your boobs but nothing happens

-word count- 606

-a/n- ㅠㅠ soft felix hours today. I know he's my bias but he has been destroying me the past week. He is such a soft, sweet little baby. I just want to take care of him and feed him and give him everything that he wants. 😓

"Lixxx I can't see when your-" Felix cuts you off with a loud whine but immediately moves off of your lap so that you can see. You huff out a chuckle and resume watching your show. Completely immersed in your show, you forget about Felix until you see blond locks appear out of the corner of your eye. A tiny smile appears on your face but you suppress it and keep your eyes on the screen. You continue to ignore him as his fluffy hair tickles the bare skin of your stomach, nuzzling his head against your skin.

You finally lose your focus when you feel his face pressed against your bare chest. You pause your laptop and look down to see Felix buried inside of your shirt with his arms wrapped around your waist.

You lift up your shirt to see Felix pouting as his cheek is squished against your chest, you giggle, finding his pouting adorable. "Felix. What are you doing in my shirt?" His pout deepens as he responds to you, words coming out quiet and muffled. "Wanna be close to you." He releases your waist to grab the edge of your shirt, tugging on it. "And its warm." You let out a sigh as he pulls your shirt back over his head, wondering if you should just leave him where he is.

After some consideration you pull up your shirt again only to have Felix frown up at you for taking away his warmth. He starts to complain when you cut him off with a kiss. His cheeks turn pink and he sticks his lips out as he tries to explain his reasoning. "You can watch your show I just....want to be close to you and feel you." He rests his hand over your breast, subconsciously playing with it as he speaks. "I have to be able to feel you, to be touching you. Otherwise it feels like im too far away."

"Do you have to play with my boob?"

He looks down at his hand and pouts, he starts to remove it but you stop him.

"Its fine, bubs. If this makes you happy then im okay with it." He arches a brow at you, making you chuckle.

"Yes, that includes touching my boob."

He smiles and puts his hand back, leaving a little kiss under your breast and resting his cheek against your skin. You close your laptop and set it on the table, confusing Felix. "You can continue watching, I'll leave you alone if you want."

You playfully roll your eyes and pull Felix to the bedroom. "Yea sure. You said that 20 minutes ago and see how that worked out?"

You lie down on your back and invite Felix onto the bed, pulling your top off and settling in. Once he sees you take your shirt off his eyes go wide and he begins to question you only to be pulled down onto your chest. You grab the blanket and throw it over Felix and yourself, leaving the top of his hair barely poking out. He looks up at you with curious eyes. "Is this better?"

He tangles his legs with yours and leaves a peck to your cheek, moving down to place another kiss to each of your breasts. He rests his cheek against your skin and lets out a quiet giggle, nodding his head. You smile seeing how happy he is and leave a peck to his fluffy blond hair, running your hands through it afterwards to help him fall asleep.

"I love you bubs, especially when you get all cuddly and affectionate."

EMBRACEABLE YOU | lee felix x fem ! reader

in which you love early mornings with felix, wrapped up in each other's arms.

cursing & smut & lots of fluff & early mornings with felix & more under the cut !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

part of my ask game !! for lindsay <3 @sensitiveandhungry

WORD COUNT | 2.2k (i guess i made this kind of long oops....)

WARNINGS | fem bodied reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), felix has a huge praise kink, if there's anything i missed, please let me know !

NOTES | there's not really any explicit dom/sub dynamics, but they're both obsessed with each other and want make each other feel good and felix has a big fat praise kink so it may be slightlyyyy sub felix and </3 yeah dkfjkdf also i was going to write for seungminnie because i love him but felix has been on my mind all day so :( i have another one of these ask game things though that's for seungmin so !! stay tuned <3

please leave a reblog if you enjoy this <3

You blinked tiredly, coming into fresh consciousness. The light filtering through the closed blinds was still dim, meaning the sun wasn't fully up yet. You looked over to the side and smiled when you saw Felix sleeping peacefully beside you, lying on his stomach with both of his hands tucked under the pillow beneath his head.

The air conditioner in the room kicked in and you shivered slightly, moving to pull the covers over your body again only to find them pooled on the floor on your side of the bed. You moved slowly, trying not to wake Felix up. When you finally grabbed onto the comforter and pulled it on top of the two of you, Felix's arm snaked around your body, pulling you close to him.

“Mornin’ love,” he mumbled into your ear as he traced soothing patterns on your bare hip.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder and looked at his face, a small smile tugging on your lips. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did I wake you up?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I woke up when the air conditioner turned on. ‘S cold.”

You rolled over to face him and threw the comforter over his body a little better, then curled into him. Despite the cool air blowing through your bedroom, his skin was hot against yours—a comforting feeling in the early morning hours. One of his warm hands pulled your leg over his, dragging you impossibly closer. You buried your face in his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there gently. He tilted his head a little and sighed happily. You giggled quietly and kissed him again.

“I still can’t believe this is our house sometimes. That we live here. That I get to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life,” he murmured softly as his fingers resumed tracing tiny patterns against your hip and your leg and your waist.

You smiled against his skin and turned your head to look at him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you back.”

He leaned down a little and pressed his lips to yours, carefully at first, as if he was afraid it was all a dream and you might disappear at any moment (even though you'd been in this exact position many times before). When you started kissing back, his hand moved from your side to your jaw, guiding you to kiss him deeper. You pushed yourself to sit up a little so that you could kiss him better, hovering over him and grabbing his face with both of your hands. Your bare bodies connect at every point of contact and the electric tension between you is tangible.

He bit at your lower lip playfully, “Don't start anything you’re not willing to finish, sweetheart.”

“Who said I wasn’t willing to finish this?”

“Game on, then.” He laughed, rolling over onto his back and pulling you on top of him fully. You gasped when he set you right on top of his crotch, the direct contact sending tingles down your spine right to your core. He laughed again at your reaction and kissed you, harder this time.

You held on to his face again, kissing him back just as fervently. Memories of the night before flashed in your mind and you shivered a little. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, immediately finding yours. You sighed into his mouth, shifting a little in his lap to get comfortable and shuddering as your core rubbed against his half hard dick. He groaned softly and pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth. He kissed you again, though you could tell he was getting impatient.

He pulled away from you, kissing and nipping at your neck and your collarbones. His hands wandered over your body, dragging slowly over your sides and up your stomach, he squeezed your tits gently and dropped his hands to rest on your ass, rocking you against his member again. A whine squeezed its way out of your throat and he continued to leave kisses over your neck and chest, stopping to make a couple marks in the hollow space between your collarbones. You moved against each other for a little longer and as you grew wetter, you felt him getting harder underneath you.

“Baby, I need…” he gasped, a low groan interrupting his sentence. But he didn't need to finish for you to know what he meant.

You slid off of his lap gently and settled yourself in between his legs. You ran your cool hands up his smooth thighs and focused your attention at his, now completely hard, cock. You dragged just your fingertips from the base to the head, tracing the veins agonizingly slowly. He moaned softly, raggedly, and you decided to stop teasing. You grabbed the base of his cock in your hand tightly, jerking him off with a flick of your wrist the way you knew he liked.

He gasped and bucked his hips slightly into your hand, letting out a choked whine as you continued. Still gripping the base tightly, you took the tip of his throbbing dick into your mouth, circling your tongue around the head and looking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes were glazed over and he was already such a mess even though you'd barely touched him. You took a few more inches of his dick into your mouth, relaxing your jaw to accommodate his size. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, hands playing with his balls as you took a deep breath in through your nose and took as much of him into your mouth as you could handle. You shuddered, moaning slightly when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck,” he whined, his eyes squeezing shut as he grabbed onto your hair to hold it away from your face.

You circled your tongue around his dick, bobbing your head a little as you moved to grab his thighs and stabilize yourself. You looked up at him again and your eyes met. He groaned again, low in his throat, and involuntarily bucked his hips slightly, shoving his dick deeper down your throat. You gagged, eyes rolling back in your head as his hips thrusted up sporadically, not wanting to hurt you, but unable to control himself at the same time. You didn't stop until you felt his dick swell, twitching in your mouth. Before he could cum, he pulled out and gently pulled you up into a tender kiss.

“Fuck, you did so well baby. You make me feel so good. Coulda came in your mouth but I wanna cum in your pussy,” he panted as he kissed you feverishly. “Can I touch you now?”

You moaned into his mouth, “Please.”

He flipped you over so that you were lying on your back with him on top of you. He leaned down to kiss your neck again and then he pushed a finger into your tight hole, toying with your clit using his thumb. You whined as he pumped his finger in and out and gasped as he pushed a second finger in, not even that long after the first one, still thumbing at your clit. You let out another high pitched whine as he started scissoring his fingers inside of you and after he had stretched you out that way for a little bit, he finally pushed a third finger into you and you shivered at the pleasure.

After a few minutes, Felix rubbed at your side with his free hand. “Are you ready baby? Or do you still need to be prepped at all?”

“‘M ready, babe. Need you inside me. Please.”

He laughed and pinched your side playfully at your needy tone before squeezing your hip lovingly one more time. “Baby, d'you think you could you ride me this morning?”

“Mhm.” Though all he asked was if you could ride him, you knew that what he really wanted was for you to call him your good boy and make him feel good. Which you would always be fine with. You felt the best when you knew you were making him feel good too.

His eyes lit up and he helped you sit up a little, pulling you into his lap. He held his dick, aligning it with your entrance and looking you in the eyes to ask for silent permission one last time. You nodded, giving him a gentle smile and without further hesitation he slowly pushed into you, inch by inch so that you felt every single part of him. Once his dick was fully sheathed inside of you, he paused to give you time to adjust.

You brushed the hair out of his eyes, admiring the look in his eyes. He was already so far gone. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You finally lifted your hips carefully, falling back down onto his dick at an agonizingly slow pace just to tease him a little. He whined, pouting up at you as you continued to tease. “More, please.”

You smiled and lifted your hips again. “Since you asked so nicely, Lix.” You watched his face burn bright red at the nickname. He was feeling even more sensitive now and you could tell just by observing the way he reacted when you said his name. You moved faster, placing your hands against his chest to balance yourself. He squeezed his eyes shut and whined again, his grip around your hips tightening as he helped you bounce on his cock. He threw his head back against his pillow, breathing heavily.

“You're so good, baby,” You murmured raising your hips a little more and slamming down a little harder. “Such a good boy, just for me, yeah?”

He nodded his head frantically, loving the praise. “Just for you.”

You moaned a little at his cute response mixed with the overwhelming feeling of his dick buried deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around his cock as you moved as fast and hard as you could. He cried out, holding your hips so tight you wondered if he might leave bruises. “Fuck! F-feels so good, yn.”

His words went straight to your core and you squeezed around his dick again. He moaned deep and low, “Yes, please. Just like that. Feels so so good. Love you so much. You're so beautiful. Always make me feel so so good. Fuck I'm so close.”

You whined, “M-me too, baby.”

He gasped and moaned, thrusting his hips up in time with your movements, chasing his high. You felt his dick twitching inside of you and you knew all it would take was just a little more stimulation. You moved against him harder, clenching around his dick again. He whined loudly, his thrusts getting sloppy as he tried so hard to cum.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whispered, reaching one hand to push his hair out of his face again, stroking his cheek gently.

With one final choked cry, he finished inside of you, thrusting deeply and bucking up into you to ride out his high. His fingers move in between your body and his, finding your clit and rubbing you, helping to send you over the edge too. You came soon after, squeezing his dick tightly as you shuddered.

After holding you close to him for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath, Felix pulled out and you collapsed next to him on the bed, clinging to him again. He sighed happily, kissing your head again. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“Yeah?” you laughed tiredly and kissed his neck gently before sitting up and swinging your legs over the bed, shakily.

He looked at you and frowned as you got up from the bed, wobbly on your legs, “Where are you going? I wanted to cuddle.”

“I'm just going to the bathroom, baby, I'll be right back,” you smiled at him softly and disappeared into the bathroom.

“You look hot with my cum dripping down your legs, babe.” He called from the bedroom and your face flushed with heat.

“Shut up!”

He just laughed. Once you were finished and you'd washed your hands as well as cleaned yourself up a little, you wobbled your way back to the bed and curled into his side once more. “It's only 7:30, so let’s sleep a little longer. You don’t have to be at the company until 10:00.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he sighed contentedly into your hair. “You gonna hang out with me and the boys today? Since you don’t have work?”

“If you’re okay with it, I would love to.”

“I'll always be okay with it. I love having you there. Makes me feel better and more motivated just being in the same room as you. Being able to see you even if we can’t talk or do anything together. Plus the boys love you. And so do the staff and the managers. I swear, everyone loves you more than they love me.” He pouted, burying his face in your neck as he whined.

You laughed and closed your eyes, breathing deeply. “I'm sure that’s not true, bubs.”

“It is. But it’s okay. I get it. I love you a lot.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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“not so fast,” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

⛓️ PAIRING :: bang chan, lee minho, han jisung x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.5k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: video call, voyeurism, (guided) masturbation, app-controlled vibrator

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

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“Good girl,” Chan coos. “Now show us that pretty pussy, yeah? The boys wanna see.”

‘The boys’ meaning Jisung and Minho, their heads almost bumping as they crowd behind Chan’s laptop. Their appreciative noises tell you they’re getting the perfect view. You point the phone down and spread your legs even further. 

It’d started like your usual video calls with Chan: some teasing, a little dirty talk here and there. The both of you get lonely when he’s away for weeks on end. Lonely and frustrated. These calls help you get through the nights where your bed is cold and empty. 

Minho and Jisung had merely walked in at the right time.

“Does she always get this wet?” You hear Minho hiss through his teeth. 

Jisung moans. “Fuck, I bet she tastes like heaven.”

Chan mumbles a reply and your heart swells at how proud he sounds. You spread your folds with your fingers, making sure the camera captures it all. How they glisten in the dim light. How your empty hole clenches at their words, desperate to be filled. 

Your boyfriend chuckles. “You should see them now, baby. Jisung is already hard. And Minho can pretend all he wants but those red ears give him away.” 

There’s a chuff from the younger man. “No need to pretend. She’s fucking hot.” 

Now it’s your turn to flush; you’ve always found Chan's friends attractive and hearing them say these things about you doesn’t leave you unaffected. And even though Chan knew about your little crush you never thought he’d let them watch. You lament them sitting in a hotel room on the other side of the world. Imagine the fun you could be having if they were right here… 

Chan's voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you have it, baby? Let’s turn it on.” 

“Yes, lemme—” you rummage through your nightstand drawer until you’ve found the vibrator Chan bought for you a while ago before he went on a trip. “For when you miss me.” He’d winked. “Call me.” 

And call him you did. Turns out the vibrator can be controlled through an app. The same app Chan’s currently opening on his phone. 

The device starts buzzing softly and a shiver of excitement runs through your body. You prop your phone up on the edge of the bed, making sure the men on the other side of the line have a good view of you as you recline against the pillows.

“Wanna cum on those tits, shit—” 

You giggle at Jisung’s desperate tone. You imagine them looming over you, stroking their cocks until they are covering you in white ropes of cum. Your aching cunt clenches at the thought. “Channie…”

“Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself for us.” Chan says. “But you know the drill… no cumming until I say so.”

The moment the vibrator comes in contact with your clit you whimper, already so tender from their earlier words. Chan plays with the settings; adjusting the speed and the intensity of the vibrations. Their voices become background noise as the coil in your tummy starts to tighten.

“You’re a lucky man, Chan. Look at her. So fucking sexy."

“Do you think she can take two of us? At the same time?”

“Fuck—she’s gushing. Those sheets are getting drenched already.” 

“I wanna see her cum, bet she makes the sweetest noises when she does.”

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Can’t wait to be home and be inside of you.”

“I’ll—ahh, fuck—I’m gonna cum in my pants if she keeps moaning like that.”

“Move, Ji. I can’t see shit if your big head is in the way.” 

“Baby.” Through your lust filled daze Chan’s voice sounds clear like a bell. “Can they play with you?”

He lowers the intensity of the vibrations to give you a moment to gather your thoughts. The idea of someone other than your boyfriend playing with you has you shaking with excitement. 

“Yes please,” you answer breathlessly. Jisung’s thrilled reaction almost deafens you and you giggle. “Do you want to play with me, Hannie?” You give him a little wave through the screen. 

“Fuck yes!” It's hard to see them on such a small display but it’s easy to imagine his lust-blown eyes and ecstatic grin. 

“What about you, Minho?” you ask coyly. 

“You’re lucky I'm not there with you, kitten.” His voice sounds almost like a purr. “Or you wouldn’t be able to even ask me a question.”

You believe him. His hands gripping your hair and his thick cock stuffing your mouth, drool dripping down your chin—

“Not so fast.” Chan speaks up again. “There’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

You gulp. How would you ever know if you can’t see who’s holding the phone? You glance at your own screen, only to be met with your boyfriend’s playful smirk. 

“No cheating, baby. If you wanna play you’ll have to guess. And you better guess right or this will be a long night for you.” 

The vibrator starts buzzing again and you press it to your clit. Goosebumps litter your skin in anticipation. 

The intensity switches up quickly. Like the person controlling the app is unfamiliar with it. You moan at the sudden attack on your senses, legs starting to shake already.

Then the vibrations quiet down until there’s nothing but a soft buzz left. You whine in frustration. Chan knows his way around your body perfectly, knows exactly what settings you prefer and how to get you to cum quickly; or how to edge you for hours. This person isn’t nearly as refined with the app as he is, the vibrations speeding up again all of a sudden. 

Could it be Jisung? He wanted to watch you cum quickly. Or is it Minho? He could be testing your limits or trying to throw you off. 

It's a rollercoaster of sensations while the three men talk you through it, teasing and encouraging you at the same time. 

“You’re doing so well for us, baby. Don’t you wanna cum? Make a guess.”

“So sweet... can’t wait to play with you.” (You know that’s just Minho trying to fool you. It could be either of them.) 

“Is she crying?”

“Aww baby, wanna cum that badly? Wish you could cum on my cock instead? Or on Jisung’s or Minho’s… I know you want it, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll let them play with you for real when we come back, how does that sound?”

It sounds like fucking heaven. But right now you’re far from that: toes curling and free hand gripping at the sheets as your body burns with the overwhelming need to cum. “Channie—I’m so close, wanna cum, can’t hold it much longer—”

“You’ll have to, baby. You know the rules.” 

The vibrations are all over the place now. They’re bringing you so close to the edge but are never consistent enough to push you over. You're racking your brain trying to find any clues. Have they switched yet? Who could it be? 

“M-Minho?” you guess. Your face is wet with tears now. Both from frustration and pleasure.

A familiar guffaw sounds through the phone and your heart sinks. “Guess again, kitten.” 

“Jisung!” you cry out. You’re so close your walls are contracting erratically, desperate for release. It takes you all your focus to hold back. 

“Tssk,” Chan tuts and you can hear the feigned disappointment in his voice. “Down so bad you can’t even recognise your own boyfriend?”

You let out a sob. “I-I’m sorry, Channie, please let me cum, I love you, I'm sorry,” you’re rambling now. You were so focused on Jisung and Minho you didn’t realize Chan was still part of the game. All you can think about is how good you’d feel if he’d just say the word. “Please, it hurts—” 

“What do you think, boys?” Chan asks. “Shall we give her another chance?” 

“She’s been holding back so well, let her cum.” You’re surprised to hear Minho say. His own cock is leaking so much now it’s starting to ache, too. 

Jisung hums his approval and Chan turns his attention back to you. “Sounds like you got lucky today, love.” He turns up the intensity of the device. “Cum for us… let us hear you.”

You do so with a cry, your entire body shaking when you press the vibrator against your throbbing clit and pleasure engulfs you. The “T-Thank you Minho, Jisung—” your voice is wobbly as Chan guides you through your orgasm. “Thank you Channie, please, ‘s enough, hnng—”

You’re thrashing on the sheets until Chan finally turns off the device. You lie there, chest heaving while you wait for the numbness in your hands and feet to ease up. 

Minho is the first to speak. There’s a sense of urgency to his voice you haven’t heard before. “Fuck, that was hot. I'm out. I need a cold shower and a long jerk-off session now.”

There’s a chorus of goodbyes as both Jisung and Minho leave the room in a hurry, presumably to relieve themselves. You giggle and turn onto your side. You’re greeted by Chan’s dimpled smile on your screen. “Let’s do that again when we’re back.”

different ways to say "i love you" - ot8 x reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: ot8 x gn!reader (individual)

˗ˏˋ description: how stray kids show you their love without saying it out loud.

˗ˏˋword count: 3,6k (each is about 450 words)

˗ˏˋ tags: fluff. food mention in every blurb i think, sickness (it's only a cold - nothing binnie can't fix), mentions of being stressed but minnie is here for the rescue

˗ˏˋ taglist: if you want to be (un)added, send me an ask please !!

author's note: this is similar to what i wrote for chan the other day, only inspired by another promt list, but i hope you guys still like this. i also have a one shot for hyunjin in the works currently, so have this in the meantime !! enjoy <3

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Bang Chan

"Can you come over tonight? There's something I want you to listen to," Chan texted you this morning. It was not unusual for him to ask for your advice when it came to his songs, but it was a bit odd that he asked you out of the blue today. He had not mentioned that he worked on a new project in the past few days.

Yet, you still told him that you would be on your way soon. It made you happy to know that he always thought of you when it came to his songs, in one way or another.

When you arrived at the studio later that day, Chan was still in the clothes you saw him leave in the day before. He sat in front of his computer and frowned at whatever he was looking at. Sighing, you walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

"Hi baby," you greeted him and Chan melted into your touch.

"Hi," he smiled and stretched in his seat, "you're here!"

You hummed and kissed his cheek. "And you smell. Did you not go home last night?"

Bashfully, Chan hid his face in your neck, "Babyyy, I want you to help me, not be mean to me. You can do that later."

You put your right hand up and pressed it against his mouth.

"Enough. I brought you some dinner and I hope you eat it while I'm helping you out." On cue, you held up the takeout bag you were carrying. Chan smiled widely, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Your favourite," you answered and ran your fingers through his hair, "and you're my favourite. I'm taking you home later when we're done."

Chan rolled his eyes playfully, but he could not hide the smile that was spreading all across his face. Sneakily, he grabbed the takeout bag and put it on his table. Then, he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you on his lap. This time it was him who pressed a kiss on your cheek and he snuggled into you after.

"I need you to listen to something," he said, more serious this time. You nodded and waited for him to continue.

"I recorded a little something. I hope you like it." Chan carefully put his headphones on your head and the music started to play. It was familiar. Chan must have recorded another cover of his, you assumed. Then, it hit you.

"Is that...?" You asked and turned around to face him surprised.Chan smiled, "This is your favourite song, right?"

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Lee Know

"I don't think I'll make it today. I'm sorry," you texted Minho just as you left your front door. You guys were supposed to meet up tonight for your date night, but something came up. One of your friends called you crying while you were getting ready, telling you that their cat ran away and they really needed someone to help them find her. Naturally, you agreed right away and let Minho know in a text message.

"It's okay, I understand," he answered and added a single heart after. It made your heart sore. You knew how much he loved your date nights, especially after a long day of training for a comeback. Still, you did not want to leave your friend hanging.

When you arrived at your friend's, they were still tearing up.

"My cat," they explained, trying their hardest not to cry again, "She just. She just ran away because I left the door open. I'm so stupid."

You put your arms around their frame, promising that you would try your best to help them find their cat. The both of you looked all around the apartment, just in case it came back while your friend first looked for them outside. Then, you went back outside yourselves, looking for the cat for about an hour before you found it. She was sitting behind a trash can, purring happily.

"I'm sorry I got between you and Minho tonight," your friend apologised but you shook your head slightly.

"It's okay. We can always meet up another time. I'm just glad that she's safe." You patted the cat's head and she purred louder in response, making you smile weakly.

"I should head back, though. It's getting late."

Your friend agreed, thanking you again and again for helping you find their cat.

When you went back to your home, you first noticed that the lights were still on. Confusedly, you opened the front door. You were so sure that you turned everything off just before you left, but you were in such a hurry that it was possible you might have forgotten.

That was not the case, however. Minho was sitting on your couch, already half asleep, when you came in through the door. When he heard you come back, he jerked back up, pretending that he had been fully awake the entire time.

"Babe," he greeted you and got up fully. Minho tried to stretch subtly, and failed terribly, while he walked towards you. Delicately, he put his arms around your own tired frame and pulled you right into him.

"Did you find her?"

You nodded against him and sighed, pulling him even closer, "She's fine. She just wanted to explore the front yard a little bit, I guess."

"I can imagine," Minho laughed loudly and you felt his chest vibrate against you slightly.

Softly, he pressed a kiss against your temple and asked, "Are you hungry?"

You nodded and he smiled, cupping your face in his hands."I'll make you something, yeah? Your favourite dish. Just for you."

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Seo Changbin

It had been a while since you got a cold. A serious one, that is. But because you left the house with your hair all wet a few days ago, completely ignoring that it was windy outside just because you wanted to meet up with Changbin as soon as possible, you caught one after all. And it sucked.

Your nose was runny, your head ached, and your tummy hurt. On top of that, your throat scratched and you felt too weak to actually get up and eat, which only worsened your headache. Additionally, you did not even tell Changbin that you were sick because you did not want him to worry. Your lack of texts, however, did the exact opposite.

Now, you were sitting in your bed with some soup you made for yourself. Your phone was vibrating beside you with an incoming call from Changbin. You groaned because of the noise and blew your nose before you picked up the call.

"Hi baby!" You tried to sound as normal as possible, but Changbin did not buy it in the slightest.

"Are you okay?" He asked right away. Changbin sounded worried and you heard some more voices in the background.

You cursed yourself, "I'm fine."

"You're clearly not," Changbin huffed. You could hear his keys jiggle in the back.

"I'm coming over right now."

"Babyyy," you whined and coughed, "It's just a silly cold. I'm gonna be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Don't worry about me", he mocked you, "I'll be over in a few minutes. And don't you dare disagree."

You sighed, "Drive safely."

As announced, Changbin went through your door with his spare key that he kept for emergencies. This was not an emergency, as you wanted to tell him, but your boyfriend just looked at you with big eyes the second he saw you. Your words were stuck in your throat.

"Baby," he cooed and immediately ran up to you, "You're sick."

Changbin pouted and cupped your face in his hands, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You know that I love taking care of you."

You looked up at him, barely able to give him an answer because of his grip on your cheeks.

"I'm fine," you mumbled, yet allowed him to pamper you a little by putting your hands on top of his, "Let me get up and greet you properly."

"Ah-Ah-Ah! You're sick. You need to stay in bed."

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Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin had invited you out on a date. He wanted to show you an art gallery, and after that, he would take you to a park nearby to have a little picnic with you after.

He held your hand the entire time when you walked through the gallery. Hyunjin would whisper his comments about the paintings into your ear. He would explain the colours to you, what he assumed the sketch looked like, and always asked you for your opinion of the different art pieces. Whenever he knew the answer, he would tell you a little bit about the artist or the painting himself. All while hugging you from behind to point at the different aspects he was talking about; never missing the opportunity to kiss your cheek while he was at it.

It was a nice afternoon with him. Hyunjin made the art gallery shine more than any painting ever could, and all you could think about was how in love with him you were. Obviously, Hyunjin thought the exact thing about you.

After your outing to the gallery, Hyunjin went back to the car first. He took a basket out of the backseat and proudly held it up.

"The food is still good, we can go now. I'm starving."

You laughed at his reaction and Hyunjin smiled cutely, immediately taking your hand back into his.

"I can't wait to see what you got us," you teased. Hyunjin pulled your intertwined hands close to his lips.

"Only the best for you baby," he muttered and pressed a wet kiss against the back of your hand. You laughed and felt your face heat up slightly.

"You're stupid."

Hyunjin grinned even wider, "Stupid in love?"

You shook your head and smiled, knowing that you were just as smitten as he was.

After a few minutes, you guys were already at the spot Hyunjin had picked out. He let go of your hand, much to his demise, and put the blanket up for the both of you to sit on. Hyunjin sat down first and then patted on the spot right beside him. "Come here."

Before you had the chance to sit down properly, Hyunjin had his arm around your ways already. Swiftly, he pulled you down beside him, pressed up right against him.

"Hey," he whispered and pressed a kiss against your cheek, "are you hungry?"

"Starving," you answered and leaned into his touch. Hyunjin started to take out the food he prepared for your picnic. One by one he put everything neatly on the blanket in front of you. Suddenly, he smiled and held something right up in front of your face."You like this, don't you? I remember you saying that."

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Han Jisung

Jisung and you were somewhat used to being apart from each other. Whether it was him on tour, your visiting your family, or just general long distance relationship periods - you guys made it work every single time.

This month had been one of those times. Jisung had been on tour for weeks again now and you missed him a lot. Occasionally, you guys would video call and just leave voice messages to one another whenever you could, but it was simply not the same as seeing each other in real life.

Especially because of Jisung's schedule, you guys had a hard time finding some time alone, even online. He usually called you after a concert or after he went sightseeing with one of the members, just like he did today.

"Hi baby," he greeted you the second you picked up the phone. You smiled at him.

"Hi."

Jisung huffed, "Hi what?"

"Hi baby," you laughed, "literally."

Jisung pouted and put the phone a bit further away from his face. You could see that he was lying in bed already. Jisung pressed one of his cheeks against his pillow and stared at you.

"I miss you," he whispered after some silence and you sighed.

"I miss you too. We'll see each other in a few weeks, right?"

Jisung nodded sadly, "It's still so long."

It was, but when he came back, you guys would at least be in the same country again. You told him just that and saw that his eyes lit up.

"That reminds me," Jisung got up and put his phone down, "just stay here for a second."

"I don't think that I can do anything against it," you joked, but waited patiently. In the background, Jisung searched for something and loudly sang one of their songs while he did so. It sounded great and he made you laugh, but it also really made you wonder where all of that energy came from all of sudden.

Eventually, Jisung found what he was looking for and proudly held it into the camera, "ta-da!"

It was a necklace with a heart pendant. Jisung opened it and you could see pictures of the both of you in it, neatly placed together so they connected when the necklace was closed. Around his neck, Jisung was wearing the same one."I wanted to surprise you when I got back," he confessed and sheepishly looked into the camera, "but I really wanted to show you this. I got matching ones for both of us. I found both in a secondhand shop. Felix wanted to go there with me and Hyunjin. It reminded me of you."

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Lee Felix

Felix wanted to see you today. It was not unusual for him to call you over almost every other day on a whim. Or as he described it, "I have not seen you in foreverrr, what am I supposed to do without you?"

And every time you guys met up, whether it be for a date or just to spend some time with each other, Felix surprised you with a gift. It was always something different; he would bake something for you because he knew all about your cravings, buy jewellery in your colour just to match with you, and he loved to surprise you with flowers he got from a florist across the street from where he lived.

Today was no different. Felix came over to yours, just like he had announced; not that you would tell him off, anyway. Outside of your window you could see that he was carrying something behind his back, presumably another bouquet of your favourite flowers. It made you smile.

He knocked at your door and when you opened it, he still hid whatever he got for you behind his back.

"Sunshinee," you whined and immediately cupped his face with your hands, "You don't need to bring me gifts every time you come over. Having you here is enough."

You watched as Felix' ears turned slightly red and he scrunched his nose.

"Who said that I got something for you?"

Felix nuzzled his face into your hands and puckered his lips to ask for a kiss. You laughed and pulled his face closer to yours. Your noses touched and Felix leaned in closer, trying to catch your lips with his.

You gave him a quick peck. Felix followed your lips and whined, "That wasn't a real kiss, do it again."

You laughed and gave him another quick kiss.

"Later, let's get inside first."

Felix stole another kiss before he let you go inside first. He followed you, but never moved his hands from behind his back. When you guys were inside your home, you turned around to face him again.

"So, what are your plans for today?"

Felix just puckered his lips again and waited for you to give him another kiss. You laughed and put your hands back on his cheeks.

"You're so cute," you mumbled and gave him a real kiss this time. Felix sighed inside your mouth and almost moved his hands to your waist. He stopped himself last second and slightly moved away from your lips."Okay, okay, okay," he whispered and pecked your lips with each word, "Do me a favour first, okay, baby? Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

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Kim Seungmin

The past few weeks had been rough. You had deadline after deadline on top of each other. All you did was sleep, work, and repeat. You barely even got to make yourself real food and only lived on ramen three meals a day. It was rough, but you knew that it would be worth it in the end.

Seungmin knew about this, though. He made sure to bring you food over whenever he could. Usually, they were leftovers from the dorms, whenever Minho just so happened to accidentally make too much for everyone. The fact that Minho did it because he got worried about you too was something Seungmin would keep to himself, at least for now.

You were grateful for the "leftovers", because they were truly the only reason you had some real food in you from time to time.

"Thank you," you told Seungmin when he came over yet another time to make sure you were taken care of, "did you tell Minho that I love him?"

Seungmin huffed playfully and raised his eyebrows, "Love him? When I’m right here?"

You laughed weakly and waved for Seungmin to come closer to you. You were still sitting at your desk at work, and Seungmin was waiting for you at your doorstep.

As asked, Seungmin walked closer to you and put the food on top of your drawer.

"Are you still not done?" He asked you and put an arm around your shoulders. You shook your head and wrapped your own arms around his waist.

"No. There's still so much to do and I can't find the motivation for it anymore." You breathed in deeply and pressed your face into Seungmin's stomach. He frowned and protectively put his free hand on the back of your head.

"You need to take breaks too, you know."

You shook your head and squeezed him a little bit tighter.

"But when I take breaks it will take me even longer to finish," you shakily mumbled against his stomach. Tears were already starting to form in your eyes and you tried your best to not break down in front of your boyfriend.

Seungmin softly played with your hair and pulled you even closer against him.

"It won't. You can't work on this properly if you're not healthy. Physically and mentally."The tears started to flow after this sentence and Seungmin cooed at you to help you calm down, "It's okay. I'm here, we're okay."

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Yang Jeongin

Jeongin rarely initiated hugs. As the maknae, he was used to people hugging him first and he always gladly accepted it. Especially if the skinship came from you.

Jeongin loved your hugs, your kisses, and your cuddles. After a few weeks of dating, he even craved your skinship, and yet, he had a hard time actually initiating it.

Today was one of those days. The both of you wanted to hang out together. Because the weather was so bad, the both of you stayed in and just decided to watch movies together.

You both sat on the couch, still with some distance between each other. It was still somewhat early into your relationship, which is why you did not want to be too overbearing and initiate skinship, when all you guys wanted to do was spend some quality time together. What you did not know, however, was that Jeongin could not think of anything else during the entire first movie.

He kept glancing at you, wrecking his brain while thinking about how to pull you into him so you would not reject him. Technically, he knew that you would never, but what if?

After the first movie, you straightened your back and stretched a little.

"That film was soo good," you commented and Jeongin nodded. He did not watch any of it.

"Are you hungry?" you asked him suddenly and he nodded. You smiled and got up, with Jeongin right behind you.

"We can make dinner together, if you want to? I should still have a little something in my fridge, but we can always order some takeout."

"Takeout is fine. Let me treat you," Jeongin said and took his phone out.

"No, let me pay,” you protested, “you're my guest."

"Nu-uh," Jeongin laughed and put the hand with his phone behind his back so you could not steal it from him, "You bought the snacks, I'll get dinner."

After quarrelling for some more, you eventually decided that you would pay next time, knowing that Jeongin would just fight you for the bill, like you guys always did.

You guys ordered and after the call was done, you were back on your couch. You guys still sat beside each other with some distance between you, but after your quarrelling in the kitchen, Jeongin felt a bit braver.

He slid over to you, his hips now pressed against yours. He looked at you and you looked back at him, giving him all the time in the world to continue what he was doing.

Taking a deep breath to gain some courage, Jeongin asked eventually: "Can I hug you?"

Hi! i’m new to your blog 🤍 can I request a fluffy felix scenario where the reader is really affectionate and keeps smooching him and he finds it so amusing and cute and the reader ends up dozing off in his arms after just talking about life 🥹

i loooved writing this request bc scenarios like these are on my mind 24/7 :] i hope you enjoy this!!<3

friday nights

lee felix x gn!reader (established relationship)

genre: fluff fluff fluff

warnings: none

wc: 546

pls take a look at the a/n at the end :))

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

friday nights are always your favorite, they always bring you warmth and comfort. even in stressful times, you always give yourself a little break on fridays to spend your night with your favorite person, felix.

tonight was no different, you were cuddled up against felix’s side, a fuzzy blanket draped over your laps with some show playing on the tv; although that was only serving as background noise, since your boyfriend and you were both scrolling through your phones, occasionally showing each other something or talking about anything you could think of.  

after a while of sitting like that, you shut off your phone and tilted your head up to take a look at your lover, who wasn’t aware of your fond gaze just yet. 

he looked so soft and adorable, his bare face letting his cute freckles show, you couldn’t resist the urge to just grab his cheeks and plant a kiss on one, taking him by surprise. 

“what was that for?” felix asked, a big smile reaching his eyes.

“ just because,” you shrugged, a smile of your own tugging at your lips. 

with your hands still holding his face, you placed a kiss on his other cheek, then one on the tip of his nose, followed by dozens of others all over his beautiful face; and it was safe to say felix’s face lit up more and more with each kiss. 

you pulled back for a bit, taking a second to adore each and every one of his features, then, finally, you placed a big smooch on his pouty pink lips, pouring all your love and affection for the boy into it. 

from his side, the kiss was nothing short of every loving emotion, that ever existed, either.

pulling back to take a breath, felix started giggling, bringing one hand up to ruffle your hair. 

“you’re so cute.” he said, pulling you into his chest and laying down. 

now you were laying on top of him, head on his chest with one of his arms securely wrapped around you as he somehow maneuvered the blanket to cover the two of you again.

his fingers were now running through your hair and softly scratching your head in the process.

“lix,” you called his name, receiving a hum in response. “what do you think the universe looks like where i didn't go into the coffee shop that day and we never met?”

“hm,” felix took a couple seconds to think about it then started talking “i think we would’ve met regardless, just in another place and time.”

“because, you know,” he took a deep breath, “i think we’re meant to meet in every life and universe.”

“except for the ones we don’t exist in, of course.” he chuckled. 

a long hum came from you before a barely audible “i love you” left your lips. 

after that, you passed out, the feeling of felix’s fingers scratching your head and his warm body against yours being simply way too comfortable to not fall asleep. 

“i love you too, y/n” he replied, adoring smile never leaving his face. 

needless to say, the night was spent on the couch because felix didn’t have the heart to wake you up and drag you to the bedroom when you looked so peaceful sleeping.

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a/n : i’m thinking of making a taglist would anyone be interested? :)

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that little chunk of chocolate at the bottom of the drumstick cone reblog if you agree

so much hate on the dash rb to hug the person you reblogged this from <3

I like Terry, he seems nice :))

Terry understands if you feel sad

This is my favourite thing ever TT Its just so- perfect-

i will never make you lonely

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

themes: sick fic, reader doesn’t like to be alone, felix is an angel

pic creds to owner ©

You felt your eyes water once more, quickly blinking away the tears before they had a chance to fall. Your nose was already uncomfortable as it is and you knew crying would only make it harder for you to breath.

Snuggling against the pillow that you cradled in your arms, your eyes lazily followed the subtitles along the bottom of your TV screen. You don’t know how many hours had passed or what episode you were on for that matter.

The feeling of aloneness has started to creep up on you. When you were sick, being alone bothered you more than you would have liked to admit. On any normal day, being cooped up in your home alone wouldn’t bother you but today you just wanted to be loved and taken care of.

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— Unknown

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