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wind and water: series masterlist
summary: People always had a way of looking at you as if your skin were composed of paper mâché and your heart was made of glass. They just assumed you were kind of like a weak bird . . . but Felix Lee looked at you like you still had some flight left.
pairing: lee felix x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | surfing au, childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, angst, fluff, smut status: on going notes/warnings: this entire fic is hurt comfort filled with characters that have been through too much too young, so proceed with caution. both characters (reader and felix) are extremely traumatized by the death of their parents, so this fic deals with topics that aren't to be taken lightly. topics discussed would be: parental death, parental neglect, suicidal ideation, and mental illness (anxiety, depression, etc), so please tread lightly. please do not read if these topics are triggering. your mental health is important, so please take care of yourselves. <3
masterlist key: s - smut a - angst f - fluff
chapter one: this house is haunted - 15.7K (a) -> you're in the wind, and felix lee is in the water. both of you are sons and daughters of no one anymore. chapter two: can you see right through me? - 11.7K (s, a) -> you think you're kind of like a weak bird; felix lee believes you still have some flight left.
( more chapter tba . . . )
new fic in approximately 30 minutes AREN'T YALL EXCITED AFTER ALL THIS TIME
YALL FINALLY GET SOME CONTENT
YAYYYYYY
SUNSHINE (18+!)
“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.
SYNOPSIS: You officially hit rock bottom. Living in a shitty apartment in a foreign city, recently broken up with your cheating boyfriend and overall just done with everything, you decide to at least have a little bit of fun when reinstalling that useless dating app.
🍋 GENRE: smut, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, nonidol!au, friends2lovers
🏛 WORD COUNT: 7.4k
🧀 CONTENT INFO: felix x afab!reader, model!felix, photographer!reader, set in paris, they are both in their mid to late twenties
🐝 WARNING: mention of cheating, mention of breakup, mention of dickpics lol (reader uses online dating), alcohol consumption (a lot of wine actually), mention of food, jealousy
🥞 SMUT WARNING: softdom!felix, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), possessive felix, praise, one pussy slap, slight dacryphilia, dumbification, name calling (angel, darling, brat, sweetheart, baby, good girl)
☀️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this feels like a story I would have written in French class in high school except for the smut part and it would have been in French lol also I had a lot of fun writing this and low-key wanna visit Paris now. If you liked the story, please consider leaving a comment and/or reblogging it since this is what motivates writers most 💛
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.
You’ve seen this film before and you didn’t like the ending. Still, there’s no one around that could prevent you from your current actions. It’s just a little fun, nothing more. You’ll probably delete the app again after tonight.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Why not make a drinking game out of this?
Your state is disastrous anyway, not even the rats in the canals of this unfamiliar city have a little bit of pity left for you. You have officially hit rock bottom.
Except career–wise. At least that’s what you had thought when receiving that job offer, but maybe we should start at the beginning.
Paris has always been this romantic dream you’ve had throughout your whole life since you were a child. Avenues with old traditional houses, impressive architecture and sights, the delicious scent of croissants lingering in the air and a place that’s invincible when it comes to art of all eras.
That is what you’ve been holding onto. After your boyfriend of five years dumped you two weeks ago, leaving you for a eighteen year old first semester college girl he happened to teach in one of his classes, the prophecies of 2012 finally came true – well, at least for you.
Your whole world shattered into a million pieces and even a billion more when this garbage truck of an (now ex) boyfriend revealed his little fling had been going on for half a year now and that bitch was practically waiting on your shared apartment’s doorstep, boxes and suitcases under her arms.
As if all your prayers had been heard at that moment, an email was sent to your account, telling you a company that you initially had applied for in your hometown had been looking for employees in no other city than Paris.
Paris.
This was a huge step. But there was nothing holding you back anymore.
Fast forward, exactly nineteen days later you find yourself in said city, glad the company had organised an apartment for you in an outer and problematic arrondissement but you didn’t complain. Until you got there.
The little flat is – let’s say, in need of renovation. But you didn’t expect anything from Paris anyway, you’re glad you don’t have to share a paper box with the rats near the river Seine. You even got a bathroom inside the flat and not on the corridor shared with strangers, but your roommate could be a bit less annoying.
Jisung is a kind guy, he really is. He’s a bit shy but gets incredibly loud whenever he convinces you to do another wine tasting (’Y/N, you are in Paris!‘). There’s a bit pent-up demand when it comes to his cleaning skills, but he’s motivated to do anything you ask him for.
After all, on the first night at your new place, you got drunk together and shared your whole biography with him – including the unpleasant details of how your last relationship had ended.
But tonight Jisung isn’t here to stop you from doing that incredibly stupid thing you’re doing. Although – let’s be real, he most likely would have encouraged you anyway.
Your fingers dance over the way too bright screen, as you hold the glass of red wine in your other hand. The initial idea of checking out dudes in this new city, wanting to meet some Parisian guys, fades into ashes when you realise most of them are one thing after all. They are men. Annoying men.
Even though you’ve got some matches – but to be honest you were anything except eager when making your decisions on swiping here – they all start and end the same. The guy introduces himself with the world’s worst pickup line or going straight forward by sending a picture of his dick.
You, as a photographer (and a very tipsy one right now), decided to make a game out of this, sending them pics back of the previous dude’s dick that had sent you one before. So, whenever another cringy flirtation starts, you take a sip from your wine.
Half a bottle later, you’re still unsuccessful as ever since you’ve already given up on meeting any of the dudes tonight anyway. The only thing that’s keeping you online right now is your level of intoxication and this kind of cute, innocent seeming man texting you.
His profile pic could have been taken by a lucrative model agency, your attentive photographer–eyes had immediately spotted. Above all of this, he might be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Of course, if there isn’t any photoshop used but you for sure would have been able to tell if it was the case.
Buzz.
Another message is sent to you by this friendly and respectful stranger and at this point you wish the conversation would actually go a different way.
Felix: Since you’re new in Paris, which sights and places have you already visited? Hope this doesn’t come off too cliche haha
He is too cute. You’re afraid to break his heart. He’s too wholesome.
You: I haven’t really got the time unfortunately, started a new job right away and now I’m just busy getting from day to day. But I wouldn’t say no to a few drinks if you can recommend a bar ;)
Shit, Felix thinks, sitting inside the living room in his shared apartment. His roommate Hyunjin went out to get some late night kebab for the both of them and should return soon, maybe he will ask him for some advice.
You looked like the perfect match (quite literally) when your picture popped up on his phone screen, instantly convincing him to swipe right. That’s why he decided to text you all respectfully, which he usually does anyway, but still.
A little hint of you being a photographer made his heart beat run faster, since he’s been working in the fashion industry for some years now and he’s sure the both of you would instantly get along. The first chats being thrown back and forth, just like a ping pong match, made him crave more of your attention.
Another message from you stirs him from his daydreaming.
Y/N: also– just wanted to let you know since I don’t want to cause any confusion. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, I’ve just gotten out of a long–term relationship
Crash.
The sound of all his hopes falling into the abyss at lightning speed.
Felix has tried this once. The ‘nothing serious’ trope. But he would have left a zero on a 1–to–5–star scale on google if the chance was given. It didn’t quite catch his appetite and left a weird aftertaste.
So he types again.
Felix: oh– I’m sorry, I’m not really into one night stands and such
The second guesses hit him like a train. Possibly, he should have worded it differently. It’s a real dilemma he’s got here. Ugh. Why do you have to be so beautiful, funny and overall likeable? Felix can’t remember the last time he’s been practically soaked into a conversation for two hours with a stranger from a dating–app.
He can’t give up. Not that easily. That’s his personal reason for doing something incredibly stupid.
He blames the half empty bottle of red wine on the couch table in front of him. He blames Hyunjin still waiting in line for his special favourite kebab with extra feta cheese. He blames the hopeless romantic slumbering inside of him.
Felix: but I could be your wingman lol
The message catches you off guard. You’re honest here, Felix wouldn’t have been the ideal rebound type of guy anyway. He’s way too precious for that, you can tell even after only texting for a few hours.
So, wingman it is instead. Felix must be fun to be around. He seems to be the guy to enlighten a dark room with his smile and sunshine persona.
And you definitely need some new friends around here.
Y/N: alright, luckily we’re hiring at the moment and you’ve got the job :D the only necessary next step now is to choose a good bar spot for your first night on Friday :)
♡
Felix is even funnier in real life. You’ve clicked from the first second he’s entered the bar some hours ago and now a few drinks into the night, you almost lose touch of your initial goal.
“It’s good to not drink wine for once,” you admit, when the waitress places down your new drinks.
“Why is that? You don’t like it?” Felix asks you, leaning a bit closer to you.
“No, don’t get me wrong. It’s just– I’ve been here for a week and my roommate made me participate in wine tastings every single night.”
“Welcome to Paris.”
The clinking sound of your glasses echo through the room, as Felix keeps his eyes focused on your own, while you stare back at him before attaching your lips to the transparent object in your hand. The liquid hits your tongue before it slides down and warms your stomach.
Your vision gets filled with a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket, silver-bleached hair hiding his forehead. But still, he’s undoubtedly beautiful and mysterious at the same time. The way his legs stroll through the room, drawing attention to himself by all present guests in the bar, leaves you speechless.
There’s something about his aura, similar to a black cat, that keeps your gaze focused on this mesmerising stranger.
Felix notices it and in the blink of an eye, his upper body is turned around, admiring the man as well.
“I guess this is where the party starts, right?”
Felix words startle you, stealing you from your daydreaming.
“Uh– sorry?”
“Time to prove my skills as the perfect wingman,” Felix winks at you before emptying his beverage.
“Oh, sure– I mean, of course, only if you want to.”
To be honest, you totally forgot about the mission the both of you have.
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen this man? You shouldn’t let this opportunity slip. If you don’t want him I will take him home instead.”
Another wink is sent to you by your new friend and you chuckle while taking a sip from your drink.
As if the odds are in your favour tonight, the handsome silver haired man takes a seat next to Felix at the bar to order a drink for himself. He’s even prettier when he’s that close.
“You should try their iced margaritas. They’re out of this world,” Felix starts a conversation, keeping it on an innocent smalltalk level.
“Thanks, I guess I’ll follow your advice then.”
It doesn’t take long for the three of you to engage in a light hearted conversation. The stranger’s name turns out to be Minho, he’s teaching a dancing class in Paris. All in all, you can feel the tension between him and you and at some point you feel bad for Felix sitting between the both of you.
But your friend gets the hint, making an excuse why he has to leave earlier – possibly it’s not even a lie, he’s a busy and hard working model after all. Even though he rarely talks about it.
So that’s the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter of your life and Minho is the first guest appearance in this film you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe it’s just a cheap remake. But he’s respectful and handsome. It’ll do.
♡
The weeks and months pass by, Felix and you usually meet up during the day to eat galettes or crêpes – quickly finding out the ones with only lemon juice and sugar are your favourites! He’s helping you a lot, not only by settling in Paris but also distracting you from the pain living in your heart.
He’s so optimistic, really a living sunshine. Always scolding you for your somewhat darker persona but it’s exactly what you need.
Felix is a busy man working as a model but he doesn’t really talk about it a lot and you don’t dare cross any boundaries, so you just enjoy his company whenever he’s with you.
In the meanwhile, his roommate, who he keeps up to date about your hopefully one day romantic platonic relationship, tries to prepare him for his awaiting heart break. Hyunjin isn’t necessarily a pessimist, rather a realist and knows his best friend all too well. Felix has been through this once before, getting his hopes up high for nothing.
But still he doesn’t want to listen to his older friend, telling him he’s not falling in love with you, knowing exactly it’s a lie.
So, like every Friday and Saturday, he finds himself sitting next to you at a random bar, trying all the shots they’re offering at this place. Until the next stranger starts talking to you, aware of the lack of tension between you and the boy next to you, taking his chance.
Even though he seems to be a somewhat decent man and you do think he’s attractive, these past bar nights you couldn’t quite find interest in any potential person. You can’t define it yet, but there’s a tiny desire that’s growing bigger and bigger with each day, hoping to spend your night with Felix, only the both of you.
It’s not even meant in a sexual way – although you’ve had some really explicit dreams this week but you’re still trying to push that thought away – you simply enjoy his company, no matter what the both of you do.
So why are you even talking to this other man?
Said man excuses himself, leaving for the bathroom and only now you realise Felix's thoughts are drifting off, he’s already scrolling through his phone, looking for the next metro connection to get home.
“Are you alright? Are you tired?” You ask.
“Tired of how this evening is going, yes,” he passive aggressively replies, his eyes staying focused on his device in his hand.
“Are you mad at me?” You speak again, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“No– this is not what I’ve meant. It’s just– all these nights end the same way. We meet up, have those comforting deep talks until a better man enters the room and you leave with him, as if you have to prove something. I don’t know.”
A scoff escapes your lips caused by his remark.
How dare he judge you like this?
“I have something to prove?”
Felix realises now he’s chosen the wrong words, even though his intention is still the same.
“Well– why are you even sleeping with half these guys, they’re not even on the same level as you are.”
What has gotten into you? The boy thinks to himself, as he prays the ground would open and swollen him.
When you don’t answer, Felix takes a sip from his drink and mumbles something under his breath, but still audible for you.
“That guy must have really broken your heart…”
Your blood starts boiling, frustration flowing through your veins, when you realise what he's said. You ignore the fact that Felix didn’t mean to hurt you intentionally.
“He cheated on me, if you want to know. With an eighteen year old college student. Over months until I caught them and he made me leave the apartment so his little fling could finally take my place. So, just let me have my freedom and cope with it my own way.”
You down the rest of your wine, smashing a twenty euro banknote on the table before you storm out of the bar.
♡
This is way more than you could have ever dreamed of. All the hard work over the past weeks finally pays off.
When your boss announced you would spend your Sunday evening documenting an exclusive event, you were undoubtedly flabbergasted to say the least. The luxurious new hits shown to you on the rooftop of an old building, presenting you with the utmost magnificent view all over the city of Paris? There’s no universe in which you would have declined this one in a lifetime opportunity.
Still, this is a work situation. Apart from all the glittery beauty blinding your vision, you have to stay professional in front of all these people. You’re doing your best and you know it, you’ve toiled hard enough for your chance.
And now you’re finally here. You still can’t believe it.
That’s why, tonight you won’t be drinking even a sip of alcohol, even though you wish to once you spot one of the models. Sure, they’re all beyond beautiful here and you really have to focus on your tasks, trying your best to not get distracted from all these pretty people.
But this one model, gliding like an elegant fairy over the red carpet, causes your breath to stand still and you’re sure your heart will do the same soon.
He’s quite tall, a face like a doll with a piercing gaze that shoots nowhere else than – right in your direction?!
Shit.
He’s going your way.
Maybe you were a bit creepy with your staring. Maybe it was a bit disrespectful and unprofessional.
How could you lose focus so easily? What is wrong with you?
Say goodbye to your dream job, Y/N.
“Hey,” the handsome stranger begins, offering his right hand for you to shake as a greeting gesture. You follow suit, as your eyes stay glued onto his porcelain face.
“You’ve taken some photos of me earlier, right?”
You hastily nod, even though you know there’s no escape anyway.
“Darling, don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong. I’ve just seen you back there and wanted to talk to you. You’re really pretty and I adore that outfit on you.”
Your mouth falls agape, whilst your head is busy nodding and trying to understand what he’s just said.
“Yeonjun.”
“Pardon?”
“My name is Yeonjun.”
You finally are able to witness his words.
“Oh– sorry. I’m Y/N,” you don’t hesitate to introduce yourself.
“You’re not from Paris, aren’t you?”
His question makes you second guess yourself for a moment, the insecurities already kicking in.
“No, no. I moved here a few months ago. It shows, doesn’t it?”
Yeonjun smiles at your shyness that he mistakes for modesty.
“Not certainly. You’re just not the typical stuck up person I usually find at those events.”
This is the beginning of an interesting night.
Maybe Yeonjun will be able to get your mind off of the fight with Felix that’s still haunting your inner thoughts – and all those other little feelings.
♡
Even though he wouldn’t trade his job for anything, today has been more exhausting than usual. Maybe it’s the importance of this gala, maybe it’s his thoughts running in circles, occupied with different issues. The different issues being you.
After your last night out, when he’s helped you yet again finding a prey for the night, Felix has come to the conclusion he can’t continue this that much longer. Of course, he values your friendship unlike anything else in this world. But his feelings are oddly painful these days.
It’s like he can feel the scent of your perfume lingering wherever he goes. Every tiny detail in this city reminds him of the time you’ve spent together.
And the fact you’re enjoying his company so much, sacrificing most of your free days for meeting him, messes with his head. Well, at least up until your fight a few days ago.
He’s clinging onto all the ‘what if’ situations.
What if it isn’t platonic after all?
What if there’s a tiny chance you like him back?
And even if you’re not ready yet, he respects your boundaries after all – what if there’s a tiny piece of hope this could be something?
But he’s convinced it doesn’t matter anyway. He lost his chance two days ago at the bar, making that insensitive comment unintentionally – of course, that’s no excuse. Even without your background story, it would have been harmful. You don’t say shit like this to friends.
Hyunjin advised him to put some rest and silence to your relationship, giving you a bit of space to rethink the whole situation. After all, his best friend predicted this huge dilemma weeks ago. But he’s no person telling him ‘I’ve told you so’. Instead, he stays at Felix’s side tonight, almost clinging to him like a little child even though the other one needs to be protected.
Felix does stupid things when he gets emotional. Especially when he’s emotional because of his romantic feelings. Hyunjin can already sense his roommate getting drunk tonight, making a scene in front of all the other models until he ends up crying in a bathroom stall, dialling your number, provided he manages to unlock his phone.
But Hyunjin is a good friend. And he doesn’t shy away from speaking the truth.
“Man, come on,” the taller one says while softly laying his hand on the younger one's shoulder. “How about we talk to some people around here, hm? I’ve heard Yeonjun will be here. We haven’t seen him in ages.”
Felix nods at the suggestion, letting the other lead the way as they walk around to find their friend. Hyunjin immediately spots his target once they head inside the venue. But he halts in place. The demise is near.
Yeonjun is standing there, in the middle of the room with none other than you. His hands gently lay on your hip and there’s no sign of avoidance in your body language. Instead, you lean closer to allow him to whisper whatever in your ear.
“You know– maybe we should get another drink first,” Hyunjin suddenly interrupts and changes the route. Felix toddles behind him, until he senses the change of atmosphere.
“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”
Hyunjin is caught between playing angel or devil, unsure how to handle the situation. But he’s sworn to himself to always be honest to his best friend.
And he’s not the one to decide if the truth hurts.
“Yeonjun is here. With Y/N. They’re flirting but I might mistake it, maybe they’re just talking.”
Felix swallows a limp that has been built up inside his throat, while his eyes flicker through the room. With the help of his friend spinning him around, he’s now able to witness the spectacle.
Without hesitation, he downs his champagne at once, completely ignoring that the glass was filled to the brim mere seconds ago. Hyunjin wants to stop him, desperately grabbing him by the wrist but Felix just shushes him away.
“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.
Before even being able to reach his destination, Yeonjun is already aware of his presence.
“Hey, Felix, how’s it going? Long time no see.”
He’s trying to keep it on the down low, making a scene in front of all these important people and cameras would be the worst thing for his career.
“I’m fine. Thanks. You know Y/N?” He asks then, realising just now you haven’t said anything yet.
But you don’t know what exactly. Some hours ago, you suspected it’s him, when you spotted the familiar face but you’re here for your job after all. Although, you're finished with your tasks for tonight. You just simply didn’t know how to approach him and if it was appropriate in general.
“Oh, you know each other?” Yeonjun asks now, slightly tilting his head as he points at you. “Yeah, we’re friends,” you admit.
“Yeah, friends.”
You don’t know where he’s getting that attitude from – that’s exactly what you are. Friends. Sure, you’ve thought about Felix in a romantic way before (after all you met on a dating platform) but since your expectations and principles are so far away from each other, you’ve dropped the hopes a long time ago. Plus, he basically friendzoned himself.
But, well – is this idea possibly outdated? Are you really still holding onto that lifestyle? Going to bars and clubs on the weekend just to find a mediocre looking guy for the night?
You’re clearly not. Especially not after the past few nights and particularly the last one.
The other night, when that man left for the bathroom, right before Felix made this comment, you were ready to dump the other guy and just stay there with Felix. He looked so ethereal and even though he always does, he did especially on Friday. It was also the first time in a while you haven’t had the utmost amount of alcohol as you usually have. You were simply enjoying your friend’s company.
And the worst part is – you don’t like that type of tense atmosphere between your friend and you. You don’t like it at all.
“You really did that?” Yeonjun looks at you, giggling a bit. Only now you realise you’ve zoned out for quite some time so you ask him to repeat his question. In contrary to his initial plan, Felix decided not to make a scene.
Still, you try to catch a glimpse from time to time, just wanting to look at Felix’s face. The other interlocutor notices you’re being absent and he respects that. From his neutral perspective he perceives the unspoken issues between the both of you, so he doesn’t push further. Even though he enjoyed your presence.
“So…” you start once Yeonjun is out of sight, hiding your hands in your dress pants pockets.
“How are you?” Felix asks first, always the gentleman.
“Well, fine career wise. I’m so glad about this opportunity,” you reply, knowing this is not what he was talking about.
“That’s not what I meant.”
His eyes are searching for any concession in your face, but you’re just staring at your shoes.
“I’m sad. I’m tired. I’m furious about what you said, if I’m honest,” you admit, keeping your gaze fixated on the marble floor.
“Yeah, I’m deeply sorry about that. It was never my intention to hurt you.” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. “Maybe it was just my way of getting back at you.”
Why did he add that last sentence? Felix, what are you doing?
“Okay. Alright. Don’t remember when you had a reason to be mad at me but if that’s the case maybe we should end this,” you say – his words were your final straw.
But Felix doesn’t quite comprehend why you’re the one playing the role of the drama queen again.
“End what exactly?!” The volume of his voice increases now but it’s not loud enough to make other people suspicious. “Me following you around those bars every weekend like a dumb puppy just for you to find a guy who’s half decent enough for you so you allow him to fuck you?!”
He can’t be real.
“What the fuck is your problem, Felix?”
Your words almost drown out his own now, as you feel your blood boiling.
“You are my problem. No– you being so dense not to realise why I’m mad and why I can’t keep doing this.”
Are you supposed to smell what he’s referring to here?!
“You could have just told me. We do plenty of other cool stuff throughout the day. Don’t you appreciate that?” You ask him back, hoping to turn the whole atmosphere around.
“I do, Y/N, I appreciate every second spent with you. But I’m tired of being treated like a boyfriend, showing you all the stuff in this city, going out for breakfast, lunch and dinner just so you can sleep in another man’s bed.”
Ouch. That hurt. And not in a way that it hurts you in particular, but you’re finally realising now that you’re the villain. How must he have felt over all these weeks and months?
“It’s not your fault. It’s more that I’m mad at myself for doing this. It was a mistake from the beginning. I’m sorry,” is all he says before leaving the venue.
♡
You’re glad your boss has no problem with you leaving already, after all you’ve done an excellent job throughout the whole evening. Picking all your belongings – almost forgetting your umbrella in the process – you rush out of the venue and head towards the next metro station.
Felix is ahead of you, even though you can’t see him but you know the route by heart. You almost stumble over your own feet when walking down the slippery stairs, the sign reading ‘Arts et Métiers’. Unluckily, the train goes off right before your very nose, making you wait another five minutes.
Once you finally reach his apartment, the building’s entrance slightly agape, you run up the stairs before you knock at the wooden front door.
Visibly caught off guard, he allows you to enter. He’s still dressed in the black clothing from earlier, his long dark hair laying on his shoulder, while he sips some water. That’s definitely what he needs right now after all the champagne Hyunjin wasn’t able to hide from him.
“Why are you here?” He asks, handing you a glass of tap water as well. You chug down half of the liquid at once, before smashing the item on his kitchen counter, a loud ‘thud’ echoing through his studio apartment.
“I–“ you start, until you realise you followed him without a proper plan. “I don’t know.”
“That’s all you ever say. You don’t know.”
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to gather some strength. “Yes. I don’t know what I want. I’m just confused, alright? I like you, I like you a lot, okay? My heart broke a little when you referred to us as friends, even though I’ve never made a move on you.”
Gaze glued to the floor again, just like earlier at the gala, you don’t notice Felix walking towards you.
“Then what’s stopping you? Why are you hiding?” He gladly asks, keeping the conversation going even though you’re not prepared in the slightest for his question.
“Lix– I’ve told you I’m not interested in something serious.”
Why did you even come to his place when it’s all the same shit excuses you always use?
“You’re just afraid of getting hurt again, that’s all. We don’t even have to be something serious right from the start. But at least give me a chance.”
Why is he still so kind and considerate when you were the one unintentionally playing mind games and keeping him waiting for you?
“Okay– yeah I am, I admit it. I’m fucking terrified,” you finally manage to be honest with him.
“I know it’s hard to trust after what you’ve been through but there’s no reason to get suspicious or scared whenever you’re with me. Has there ever been an occasion I made you feel uncomfortable?”
No, there hasn’t. Not even when he said the things two days ago. Even then, you understood his reasons. You feel so safe around him, if not the safest you’ll ever feel.
“I’ve always felt secure with you. Also– fuck it,” you decide, knowing there’s no going back now anyway, “deep down I was praying for you to make a move on me. At one point I just thought you weren’t interested.”
Felix looks at you with big eyes, unsure where you’re going with your confession.
“I have to be honest now. The past weeks– these dudes at the bar, I didn’t go home with them. I was hoping for you to get jealous and take me to your place– it’s stupid I know.”
He scoffs, before leaning closer to you, caging you between the counter behind you and his body, as he places his hands right next to you on the stone surface.
“Fucking stupid,” he whispers in your ear and lets goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
You simply gulp, desperately hoping for him to make the next move. Apparently Felix is able to read your mind, as he smashes his lips onto yours with the utmost passion, until you’re almost unable to breathe. His mouth dances with yours, tingling strings of desire are shooting through your veins, as he captures your face with his hands.
You lose track of time, you can’t tell if it’s been seconds, minutes or hours that he’s been kissing you, but his lips feel so good against yours that you don’t complain. The movements deepen, as he pulls you closer to him, his hands trailing down your body until they pass your hips and land on the backside of your thighs.
Grabbing your legs, he helps you sit on the counter, whilst his mouth never leaves yours. He’s kissing you as if you’re his oxygen and you return that desire. Until his lips disconnect from yours, a string of saliva still keeps the both of you together, similar to how you’re staring into each other’s eyes.
But his gaze flickers down soon, right before he attaches his mouth to your neck, making his way down until your clothing prevents him from continuing speaking his preferred language of love. In the blink of an eye, he’s opened the blouse, taking his time, as he places a kiss on your chest for each button he’s freed.
“Does this feel good, angel?” Felix makes sure, once he looks up at you for a second.
“Yes– please keep going.”
“Such a good girl.”
To get better access, you get rid of the fabric completely, as the black silk meets the floor and your bralette follows soon, landing on top of it. Breasts now on full display, Felix works his way towards his target – one of your sensitive buds – as his hand is busy massaging the other one.
Your head falls back in pleasure and for a second you’re afraid of losing balance over your body. The feeling sharpens, when his free hand travels between your legs, gently brushing your clothed core through the thick fabric.
“Don’t tease,” you speak, when his fingers slowly slide into the belt loops of your trousers, pulling them down in one swift motion.
“Trying to give me instructions now? After you’ve waited for me to make the first move?” Felix chuckles, before getting back to work. His fingers brush over your lace, making your whole body shiver once you realise how soaked the fabric is and he laughs again when he notices.
“Can’t believe you were trying to make me jealous with all these men, sweetheart, when you already know you belong to me.”
That possessive side of him arouses you even more than you would have ever expected and he catches it, catches you being helpless, when he grazes over your heat again. The sensation spreads through your whole body and you’re getting impatient now.
“Felix– enough with the teasing,” you order or rather try to do so.
“You’re such a brat. Throwing yourself at all those guys who aren’t even half good enough for you just to get some reactions out of me and now you’re the one trying to give instructions?”
“N-No– I-I wasn’t–” you stutter.
“Shut up now, before I change my mind. I’m still mad at you for treating me like that when you’ve liked me back all this time as well. But it’s your lucky day, darling, maybe the following punishment will get some sense into you.”
There’s no moment to question what he’s doing, when a long stripe meets your bundle of nerves, Felix’s saliva mixing together with your wetness that’s leaking through the fabric.
“Can’t wait to find out how you taste,” he says before sliding down the last remaining piece of clothing – and pride – that you have left. He gets up from his current position for a second, as his eyes lock with yours.
“Open,” he orders, while his fingers brush over your mouth. You decide to follow suit this time, as you part your lips and allow him entrance. Your tongue circles around his digits, as you grab his wrist for better stability. While your gaze holds onto that innocent image, he keeps staring at you with pure lust.
After he’s pulled out his fingers, he captures your lips for another kiss, while, simultaneously, his hand makes its way down again. For better access you spread your legs a little wider, presenting him where you need him the most. Felix immediately gets aware of your wishes, that’s why he doesn’t hesitate and glides his fingers over your wetness.
“Please–“ you cry out and he’s decided he’s done with teasing, finally. The sensations drawn on your bundle of nerves instantly floods your whole body, each and every vein by now possessed with that satisfying feeling he’s donating.
His lips find their way to your neck again, but they aren’t a guest of continuity. Kisses land on your chest next, before they wander down and travel to your breasts again – all while Felix pushes a single finger inside your tight walls, making you clench around him in eagerness.
He pulls out again, just to add another one right after, before he starts with a slow pace, thrusting in and out of you.
“Look at you, what a good girl. Finally being honest and allowing me to make you feel good. You should regret the day you friendzoned me.”
You moan out in pleasure, even though you know he’s not entirely right with his statement. So, beside all the overwhelming feeling, you still manage to stand your ground.
“‘t was you– it was you who friendzoned himself.”
Suddenly feeling empty, you realise he’s pulled his digits out again. “What was that?” Felix asks, his strict staring burning holes into your skull.
“You– you were the one to decline my offer when we matched on that app.”
A stinging sensation spreads through your whole body, when Felix slaps your pussy, visibly done with your behaviour.
“Even though you’re correct, angel, you were the one making me jealous when you could have just already admitted your true feelings,” he says, as his jaw clenches in slight frustration.
Why do you have to be such a brat about this?
“Are you gonna talk the whole night or are you finally gonna fuck me?” You ask, playing with the hem of his button shirt. Felix scoffs at your question, while he lowers his body until he’s on eye level with your glistening cunt.
“You’ve just caused me to decide to take my time with you, darling.” He winks at you before continuing his initial task, as his fingers spread your folds but this time he attaches his mouth.
“Fuck– Lix, please,” you cry out, not quite sure what you’re begging for exactly. But at this point you don’t even care anymore – you’d let him do anything to you, as long as he’s making you feel good, worshipping your body.
Felix hums against your wetness and his kitten licks collect your sweet juices, while his fingers expertly slide into your heat again.
You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, one of your hands keeping you balanced on the kitchen counter, the other one playing with his hair and guiding Felix’s movements.
The familiar feeling welcomes you again, the rope in your lower stomach threatening to tighten, practically on the verge of snapping.
“Right there,” you scream, when he finds that spot inside you, his finger’s pace increasing while the dance of his tongue never changes the rhythm.
And then it hits you. White stars fill your vision, as you tip over the edge for the first time of that night, repeating Felix’s name like a mantra. He helps you ride out your high, until you come back to your senses – at least somewhat.
“You’ve done so good, angel,” he praises you and you’re sure you’re about to melt if he’ll call you by this name again. “How about we continue this on the bed, hm?”
You nod at his idea, a soft smile decorating your face. But that’s simply not enough for him.
“Words, baby,” he instructs.
“Felix– please–“ you whine.
“Please what? You’ve gotta tell me what you wish for.”
It’s all fun and games for him. He’s enjoying this a bit too much but can you blame him?
“Please– just fuck me already.”
He could just give in at this point. But he’s not ready yet.
“Are you sure, darling? Want me to fuck you, hm? Not one of those guys from the bar?”
You groan, not believing he’s playing with you like that.
“No, Felix, I only want you. It’s been only you all along.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabs you by your thighs again, before he walks the both of you to his bed.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Your back softly hits the coverlet, the comfy cushion feeling gentle against your naked skin. As you’re making yourself comfortable, Felix gets rid of his clothes as well, tired of all the waiting.
“Wow,” is all you’re able to let out once you see him without any fabric hiding his body. You’ve never expected him to have such an athletic figure even though you shouldn’t be surprised – he’s a successful model after all.
Now of all time, he gets a bit shy at your indirect compliment. His cheeks shimmer in the sweetest shade of red but once he observes you laying there, all eager for him as you spread your legs, your fingertip sliding over your lower lip just before you grab one of your breasts in an attempt of seduction, he’s back at it again.
Positioning himself right between your legs, one of his arms balancing his body weight on top of you, the other one busy stroking his veiny cock, he starts teasing your entrance. Juices mix together, as he spreads them over his length before slowly pushing in.
Felix takes his time with you, making sure you have enough time to adjust to him filling you to the brim. Once you’ve communicated you’re ready, he starts thrusting into you.
Starting with a not so fast pace, his eyes lock with yours again. One of his hands caresses your cheeks, before he places a kiss on your mouth, none of his movements ever stopping.
Slightly changing the angle by laying one of your legs over his shoulder, he succeeds to brush that spot again. You hold onto the headboard for dear life, as he keeps pounding into you without any mercy.
“S-so– fuck,” you cry out, only mindless babble leaving your lips by now, making the man towering above you chuckle in success.
“Darling, are you already too fucked out to speak? Fucked dumb from my cock?”
You still somehow manage to nod, as a satisfied smile decorates your face.
“Who’s making you feel that good?”
You really want to answer his question, you’re done with teasing by now, you really are. But it’s so hard to follow this simple task when your mind only revolves around how deep he’s burying his length inside you.
“You– only you,” is the maximum of syllables you’re able to breathe out, almost inaudible for Felix.
But it’s enough for him.
It’s enough affirmation and beside that he can’t keep going any longer either.
Especially, when he brings his fingers to your clit again, drawing circles just like he did earlier, and you moan at the top of your lungs, he feels himself getting closer to his own relief again.
“Felix– please,” you beg without having any clue what you’re asking for in specific. At this point, Felix just keeps going with his thrust, trying to outbid you with the volume of his voice, when your name leaves his lips yet another time.
“Close– please,” you mumble, shutting your eyes close as you feel tears run free. Felix swipes them away by placing a soft kiss on your cheek while, internally, losing his mind because of the view of your helplessness.
“G-Go on, baby, I’ve got you.”
And so you do. A second later, the feeling in your lower belly starts spreading through your whole body again, this time much more intense than the first one.
As your walls tighten, Felix senses his climax is in reach as well, so at the last moment he pulls out, spilling his seeds all over your stomach. Once he’s milked his cock all empty, the last remaining drop landing on your soft skin, he collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck, we really should have done this sooner,” you admit some minutes later, when you’re both a bit calmer again.
“I told you so.”
You chuckle at his sentence.
“But you know what? We’ve got all time now to make up for it.”
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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎
"Can we stop playing this game, Felix?" You question. You're tired now, of all the chasing, the never getting together, the compliments and then the insults, the fights and then hugging and pretending that it never happened.
"What game?" He questions back, tilting his head slightly to the side with that stupid innocent smile of his that made you fall for him in the first place. When you didn't know it was fake, that is. (inspired by this drabble I wrote)
PAIRING: Lee Felix x Reader (ft. Slight Changbin x Reader)
GENRE: Song-inspired fic (psycho- red velvet) (and inspired by dlc mv! Felix for some reason)
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, contains dark themes like toxic relationships, manipulation, love bombing, possessiveness, jealousy and more. (I mean have you the heard the song this is inspired from?) If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading.
SYNOPSIS: You and Felix are in a very weird and strange relationship. If you can even call it a 'relationship' that is.
"Will you atleast hear me out!?" You almost shouted as soon as you entered his apartment. "Felix!" You hold his wrist to stop him from walking away as his back is to you. He turns around to look you into eyes and his eyes are so cold. He snatches his wrist from your hold without another word. "Oh my God, can you atleast stop ignoring me?" You finally shout now, no longer able to contain yourself.
"What do you want?" He asks in an irritated tone, whirling around to face you again.
"Just hear me out." You try to say calmly again.
"And why the fuck should I do that, huh?" He walks towards you at a fast pace and you back off until you're against the wall, with him directly in front of you, his gaze sharp. "I don't want to hear how you almost fucked your ex while I wasn't here." He said in a low voice harshly. Coming even closer to your face.
"He isn't my ex. And I didn't almost fuck him." You reply.
"Just because you tell a fucking lie, doesn't make it true."
"I'm not lying."
"What else explains you almost sitting in his lap while touching and staring at his lips like a pathetic bitch who has never kissed anyone?" He sounded so mean and condescending and you knew it was intentional. You didn't know if it made it better or worse though.
You gritted your teeth at his tone but tried to remain rational and calm to give him the explanation of what actually happened but fuck, if wasn't he making it difficult as hell. "He got into a fight and busted his lip. I was just helping him clean that up as any good friend would."
"Friend." He scoffed after repeating the word. "Last I remembered you didn't just fuck your friends multiple times?"
"That was so long ago and 4 times isn't multiple times. And you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."
"Care to repeat that?" He whispered while dropping his already low voice, lower. All the while making unflinching eye contact with you.
"I said, you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."
"Gosh you really need to be disciplined, don't you? Acting like a fucking brat." He groaned. "And don't try to turn this around on me when you were the one who was caught almost cheating."
You scoffed at that. "What cheating really though, Felix? Last time I checked we weren't dating."
"Don't you dare bring that up at this time." He whispered and you could feel his breath on your lips.
"It's not my fault you're an insecure, paranoid and jealous asshole who thinks me even looking at other people is cheating. Atleast with my friends I don't have to walk on eggshells from the fear of making them upset over the most inconsequential of things."
"Oh so I not enough for you? Is that it?" He did a 180 on his attitude. Again. Now the whispers, the low voice and the sharp eyes were replaced with hushed mumbles, higher voice and the 'sad' eyes. "Is Changbin just so much better than me? Are you gonna leave me for someone else too?" He started talking so fast now, like he was getting anxious or something. Keyword: like. You had been with him long enough to know that Lee Felix did not show any emotion he didn't want to. Every smile, every frown, every expression was planned. As it had been from the very start. And when you finally realised that, it had been too late. You just weren't able to look away from his eyes now.
You sighed before saying what you had countless times in the past. "No, Lix. I'm not going to leave you okay? Just let this go now. And if you don't mind, maybe don't accuse me of cheating in the future when you know damn well I can't."
"Do you want to?" He questioned with a sharp tilt of his head.
"Want to what?"
"Cheat." He looked at you like he was fucking detective and not a dancer, analysing your every little move to see how you would respond.
"For fuck's sake, Felix! No I don't, alright!? You're the only person I want to be with, so now can you stop this?" You shivered from his gaze. Looking like he was so amused and just loving all of this. Like he did all this just to hear these exact words come out of your mouth. You were sure there was a trace of a smirk on his face. And you knew, for a moment, he had dropped his planned expression. Letting you see just what he wanted all along.
He sighed and snaked his arms around your waist. Burying his unfairly beautiful face into your hair while hugging you. Holding you so delicately. You wrap your arms around his neck in return.
"I'm so so sorry. I just messed up again, didn't I? I'm not perfect for you and I could never be. I shouldn't have said all that mean stuff to you, you know I didn't mean it, right? Right?" He asks again when you don't reply.
You roll your eyes, thankful for the fact that he can't see your face right now or he'd start another one of these acts. "Right, of course Felix, I know you didn't." You play with the fluffy blonde hair at his nape
"You still love me right?"
"Of course I do.
"You're not gonna say it?" Now he was just playing. Atleast he had calmed down now. You weren't in the position to ask for more after you almost kissed Changbin. You didn't like lying to him, but he sure loved it. Because he always knew when you were lying. Even now, you could feel it.
"I love you, Lix" Finally something you didn't have to lie about.
"I love you too, love" Love. The only word which had any meaning between you two at this point. Atleast you knew whenever he called you that, he was being geniune. No more games. He pecked your lips while smiling, his eyes turning into half crescent moons for the first and only time that night.
"Although i still have to discipline you for talking to me like that." He whispered lowly in your ear before going to kiss your neck softly. You were sure your neck was going to be littered with love bites now and you'll have to wear your turtleneck tomorrow while he'll question 'why is that? Do you not want other people to know that?' And you'll have to reply that it would awkward and embarrassing if others noticed. But that was a headache for tomorrow. For now you'll let yourself enjoy his soft fingers dipping lower and lower down your waist. Well atleast you get to have amazing sex out of all this. Although that was always a given when it came to Felix.
"I'll make sure that you are reminded of the taste of my lips every fucking time you even think of kissing another person. Let me remind you, who you really belong to."
Yeah you definitely were in a very weird and strange 'relationship'.
𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
CW: making out, blood, lowkey hematolagnia, very suggestive, no gender specificed
Felix was happy today. More than usual. Yeah he was mostly all smiles and sunshine almost every day. But today he was all giggles and the Sun itself. Apparently, breakfast in bed from you, and then going to the company and hearing they were getting a vacation (a very well deserved one, if you might add) did that. He was smiling and giggling so much today that you seriously couldn't remember the last time when he was this happy aside from your last birthday. So it wasn't surprising that he was really into making out today. You both had decided to spend the day all cozy and fluffy. Wrapped in the softest blanket, with hot chocolate on the bedside table, and reading him the latest book that had gone viral recently. But he definitely wasn't as interested in the book as he was in you.
And so started the light pecks along your neck, then jawline, then both cheeks, the forehead and finally your lips. The light pecks soon turned into kisses and then full on making out while you ran your hands through his soft blonde hair. He just couldn't control himself today. Maybe it was the pure happiness radiating off of him or maybe his teeth were sharper today for some reason, but the moment his teeth sunk into your lower lip, you hissed and your hand instinctively came up to touch it. He was startled and pulled back immediately, watching your lip bleed and thick droplets of blood collecting on your lip.
"Fuck I'm so sorry. I-I didn't me to, seriously. I just- I don't kno-" you cut Felix's rambling off.
"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." You reassured him.
"B-but you're crying." He mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching whether in confusion or a sad frown, you couldn't tell.
You lightly rolled your eyes at that. "I'm not crying Lix, my eyes are just tearing up. Nothing more."
"Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his voice.
"Of course. And if I'm being honest... it was actually kind hot." You mumbled the end, suddenly feeling embarrassed for confessing that.
He gulped before saying "Don't say stuff like that."
"Why?" You questioned with a head tilt.
"Because it'll do something to me." He leaned closer. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke and cupped your cheek.
"Well what if I want something to happen to you?" You question again, sliding your hands into the back of his hair.
"Yeah?" He asks and his eyes darken.
"Yeah." You answer before you're back to making out again. You can feel your own blood on his tongue and you have a feeling this won't be the only time that'll happen tonight.
Our Story Won't End - Lee Felix
Synopsis: "I refuse to give up on us." Pairing: College Student!Lee Felix x fem. reader
Genre: Angst. Established relationships, arguing with one another, fighting for one another with one another.
Word Count: 2.8k
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Felix re-read your text message to him over and over again. How could he be so ignorant? It felt like he had the opportunity of a lifetime, but he had just wasted it.
He had to make things right.
Last night, Felix took you out on a date. A first date, to be exact. Everyone had been waiting for the moment where he finally confessed his feelings to you. I mean, everyone seemed to see there was a connection between the two of you besides the two of you. For him, he just had to build up his own courage to believe you were were interested in him.
The two of you met through Hyunjin, who shared an Art History seminar with you. One day, when Felix was waiting for Hyunjin to get out of class, he saw you emerge from the building. Instantly, Felix had to find out your name.
Just finding out who you were led to this beautiful friendship. But the friendship slowly was beginning to transform to mutual pining. You had always found Felix attractive. The first thing you noticed about him was his freckles, which looked like as if they were kisses from angels across his cheeks. And he noticed your bright smile. You had the ability to light up whatever room you stepped into, capturing everyone's attention.
That sheer observation made it more urgent Felix makes a move before someone decided to come along and sweep you off your feet first. He at least wanted the opportunity to prove his capability of being the man you needed.
Your friends and Felix's had taken it upon themselves to get you two together, one way or another. It had been a struggle for a few weeks, but eventually, Felix got the bravery to finally ask you out.
He had anticipated this date for a week and a half. The only reason why the date was pushed back so far was due to midterms. He completely understood as he had his own papers and projects to turn in. Any amount of time would be worth it to finally get some one-on-one time with you.
He promised to take you out to a nice dinner in town followed by a walk along one of the bridges connecting downtown to another part of the city. It had a breathtaking view of the city. A hopeless romantic, he knew the view wouldn't compare to you though. All he wanted was to bring you somewhere to show you off and wow you. Word had traveled from Hyunjin that you were growing frustrated with dating, the lack of effort people were putting into planning dates.
Felix saw the challenge and wanted to beat it. The ultimate victory would be claiming you as his.
However, the date itself was a recipe for disaster.
First of all, it started raining that afternoon and wasn't forecasted to lighten up until the next day. There was no way that Felix would postpone the day, not when you both had been counting the days. Adding an extra day seemed torturous to the both of you. He promised that he would come up with an alternate plan for the bridge after dinner, something that would keep the night going and keep you both wet and warm.
That part at least was out of his control. Everything else that proceeds unfortunately was caused by him.
Changbin and Minho had came home from an early afternoon gym session, their own way to combat the dreary afternoon. After every gym session resulted in a feast by the two. Mainly by Minho because Changbin most likely would cause a fire. Felix decided to join in and enjoy the meal with his two friends.
He wasn't going to pick you up until 6pm. He would be fine. Besides, if he ate now, he wouldn't overstuff himself at dinner.
A full stomach led to a sleepy Felix. And his bed seemed so tempting. A quick nap wouldn't harm. He would be able to stay out all night, if you wanted.
However, Felix missed a key detail. He never set his alarm or asked any of his housemates to wake him up, so he had ample time to get ready for the date.
5 Missed Texts from y/n 1 Missed Call from y/n
Felix jolted awake from the feeling of vibrations against his bed. He looked down to se you had attempted to call him, and now you were in the process of leaving a voicemail. What is going on? Is she okay?
Seeing the time flash on his phone, his eyes widened and heart dropped. 5:45pm. Fuck.
Quickly, he began to frantically text you.
"Hey sweet girl, I'm sorry. I took a nap 🥲 Let me hop in the shower and I'll be over"
What crushed Felix the most was that you texted back almost instantly. He wouldn't be surprised if you cancelled the date. Not when he treated it like it was nothing by foolishly taking a nap.
"No worries! Just text me when you're heading over"
God, he didn't deserve you.
By the time Felix showered, got dressed, and was ready to go, it was 6:20pm. Probably the fastest shower he's ever taken but still didn't feel fast enough considering you were waiting on him.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be on your date?" Chan asked him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going," Felix muttered back.
He had no time in side conversations as he was late as it is. Chan, sensing the irritation of the young man, put his hands up in defense and walked away. Felix hated being short with people, not wanting to be rude or inconsiderate. He was definitely getting inside his own head for being so irresponsible.
"heading over right now" "ok! drive safe and text me when you are here 🩷"
At least you didn't seem too mad at him.
Felix rushed out to his car in lightening speed. It was moments like this when he wished superpowers weren't fictional. If he could, he would snap his fingers and already arrive at your doorstep. Anything to cut down on the time you were waiting for him.
The drive was quite smooth considering how much it was rain. Puddles were already starting to gather on the roads. Of course, Felix wasn't driving recklessly despite the pressure he was facing. He was trying to remain as cool and collected, especially as people tend to drive unpredictable when there were hazardous conditions. The last thing Felix wanted was to cause a bigger mess by letting his frustrations get the best of him.
It was while driving he began to realize just how full he was. Maybe the rushing around to get ready or sleeping on his stomach upset his stomach. What he did know was that he couldn't sit down for a full meal as he promised to you. "Shit," he sighed. You had been so understanding so far. He was sure you'd get it.
The GPS was guiding Felix to your apartment. Every now and then, he would glance to make sure he was heading in the right direction. Once he saw he arrived, he turned it off to begin to hunt down for a parking spot. There were times Felix was grateful for having a car, as it helped him get around easily around the city. Yet, moments like this, when there seems to be no available parking made him wish he didn't drive.
The only available parking spot was about a block and a half away from your apartment. It was still raining, but nothing as crazy as it was when he left his own apartment.
"hey! just arrived" "oh perfect, I'll head down. see you soon!"
His heart fluttered at your text messages. The date had started on a rough start considering he was late, but he was determined to make sure it was still a good date. One that at least would land him a second date where he could really win you over.
Turning off the ignition, he stepped out of the car. However, he was immediately met by a car splashing water on him as they sped by.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
How can this get any worse?
Buzz buzz
He glanced down to see your name flash on the screen. He tried his best to let the anger subside before picking up the phone. Not exactly the best tone to start off the evening.
"Hello?" "Hey! I don't see you."
Felix's eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned. He glanced around his surroundings as he stood on the sidewalk. What? Did he put in the wrong address?
"Are you positive? I'm like across the street from you."
There was a pause. Maybe you were checking your surroundings? Maybe you didn't quite catch him the first time because of the passing traffic?
"Yeah, Lix, I'm positive. Are you on Oakwood?"
Oakwood Avenue? Felix was about to respond but he glanced up at the light post at the corner of the sidewalk. He squinted his eyes to see the green street sign to indicate where he was. Instantly, his confidence flattened.
Gates Street.
"Oh y/n, I'm sorry. I'm on Gates." Felix began to look around to try to figure out which way he should walk, so he could get to you. What an impression he was making, huh?
"Don't worry, Felix! I can start walking in that direction. You're about one block away from me. I'll start walking right now." "Ok."
Felix hung up first before sliding his phone away in the pocket of his rain jacket. The bottom half of him was still soaked from being splashed, including his shoes and socks. This was just a disaster. The only saving grace was that he was finally going to be able to see you.
That was why Felix remained where he was. If it was anyone else, he would have just turned on his heels back to his car and head home. He couldn't do that to you, not when he kept you waiting both for the day of the date but for himself. He had to try to salvage the rest of the evening.
From a distance, Felix saw you approaching him. His eyes widened to see how you were dressed. Even despite the rain, you went above and beyond. For him. You were wearing a black silk skirt with white tennis shoes, a mix of different styles but still spoke true to your personality. You also wore a black ribbed shirt underneath your pink rain jacket. You had your hair down in your natural hair. Felix always loved how your hair looked. He wanted so desperately to drive his fingers through it. He also took note of the gold earrings you wore. You looked heavenly.
And it made him feel like absolute shit. The fact he was dripping wet didn't hide his outfit choice. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a black hoodie, and black sneakers. It was almost as if he just picked whatever clothes he thought were clean.
"Hi Felix," you greeted him, a wide smile on your face. "Hi y/n," he smiled weakly.
Not much was exchanging between the two of you. Felix did open the passenger door for you, to help you in. He quickly jogged around to the driver side before slipping in. One of the things you adored about Felix was his bubbly personality. He was the definition of sunshine. Unfortunately, it seemed like the sunshine was being blocked out by the rain.
"So I was thinking maybe we can go out to eat and just sit by the bridge? I know it's not the same as walking it, but I figured we could still go see it?" "Oh yeah, that sounds great! Are we still doing korean barbecue?"
Felix's stomach churned at the thought of eating that much food. He quickly shook his head as he buckled himself into the seat. You couldn't help bur frown. You had been looking forward to going to the restaurant since he proposed the idea when he asked you out.
"I'm sorry, y/n. My stomach hurts a bit. Why don't we just do drive thru so we can eat in the car and not get wet anymore?"
Trying to be optimistic, you nodded your head. You kept a gentle smile on your face. You were still getting the chance to spend time with Felix. He at least still showed up for the date. It was something better than nothing.
"Yeah, Felix, that sounds good." "McDonalds?"
Maybe you spoke too soon.
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Staring at the text you sent Felix, you let an exasperated sigh. You really wanted things to work out with Felix. He seemed like a genuine guy, someone down to earth and unafraid to express himself. You needed a change from the typical guy you go for. And Hyunjin hyped up what a great guy Felix was.
And it was evident from how much Felix texted you. You had been under the impression that he was into you, especially with how detailed he was about your plans for the first date. You had gotten so excited just for it to burst.
You tried your damn best to be understanding. Things change, and dating in college doesn't always mean you have to have the most romantic first dates. You had just be hyped up to expect more to be left with next to nothing.
Part of you was also upset just that he seemed not to care when he met up with you in person. He seemed to say all the right things to lure you in, and maybe he assumed he didn't need to impress you? That you were already his?
If that's the case, you didn't want to be a part of it. You wanted someone who was going to put in effort, just as you did. Or at least as much as they could. You realized that putting 100% effort is an unrealistic ask, but you at least wanted someone to communicate with you. You just couldn't shake off that Felix seemed to be in such a sour mood throughout most of the date.
Did he really not want to be with you? Did he only go out with you because you knew Hyunjin? It just left you feeling shitty.
Knock knock
You looked up from your phone, which laid on your comforter, to look towards your bedroom door. Your roommate was peaking her head in with a soft smile. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and match her smile.
"What did you do?" You playfully asked. "I didn't do anything. All I'm saying is that you might want to come downstairs."
And just like that, she slipped away. Your curiosity was peaked, so you had to go investigate. Slowly, you pushed yourself off the bed to go venture downstairs.
"Hi y/n."
That voice. Your eyes looked down the staircase to see Felix standing at the front of the door. He had an apologetic smile on his face as he stood within the threshold. There was a bouquet of flowers in his hand with a small plastic container of brownies, or at least that's what you believed from the distance.
"Oh, hi Felix. I guess this is why you left me on open," you laughed awkwardly.
He shared in that awkward laughter. You couldn't deny that your heart swelled that he still showed up at the door, but why was he here?
"Y/n, I know I don't deserve a second chance. I really fucked up our first date. Literally has to go down in history as the worst first date of all time."
Well, there is no arguing with that. Yet, you still were willing to hear him out. You made your way down the staircase until you reached the foyer, only a few feet away from him now. Up close, you could see more of the freckles that made you weak in the knees.
"I've been waiting for the chance to take you out, to treat you special and I failed. Of course, getting to see you was amazing. You're even more incredible than Hyunjin described. I owe you a massive apology for wasting your time and treating you poorly. If you could, I would love a chance to make things right."
"Brownies are a good start," you said.
His eyes widened slowly, registering what you just said to him. "Really?" he whispered.
You couldn't help but giggle, genuinely this time. You nodded your head as you stepped closer to him, taking the flowers into your arms. "Come on, we can go to the kitchen. I can make some tea or something. Maybe we can watch a movie and eat these brownies?" You suggested.
This definitely was the second chance Felix prayed for.
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Unfortunately based on a real date I had this past weekend just with an alternative ending that I would've liked. Essentially had to end things with a cute guy for putting in very little effort 😅
Dating in yours 20s is definitely an *experience* let me just say that
shirtless felix is my roman empire right now and my brain is thinking thoughts…. so here we go
SKZ Felix | smutty thoughts incoming | MDNI
the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. felix on your bed, wrists bruising a bit from the cuffs restricting him from touching you. his cock, thicker than average, is already painfully erect begging for any type of release… and felix— begging for you. “please… fuck—just touch me please, please, please” he cries. music to your ears as your tongue swirls one more time over his sensitive nipple. you straddle him and slowly put him inside you. felix’s eyes roll back as his cock finally gets to be swallowed by your warm, wet cunt. deep groans escape his lips as you bonce over his cock again and again. his back arches in an attempt to take one of your nipples into his desperate mouth, but you stop him. he knows better, he is not allowed to touch you right now. without breaking eye contact with him , you continue to fuck yourself onto his needy cock until you are close to your high. his cock twitching inside you tells you he is close too, so you pinch his nipples. “fuck i’m cuming— fuck, please… i—i— please, yes, fuck, fuck fuuuuuuck!” and you cum with him as he fills you with his seed. praises falling for your lips as you see a fucked out felix with tears in his eyes. your perfect little angel.
SKZ Felix hard thoughts
a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones
+18 MDNI
you voted for an obsessed!felix and I shall deliver…
obsessed!felix will speak of you to the members at least 6 times in the span of an hour… “oooh someone likes somebodyyyy” chan would tease, and the precious little sunshine will roll his eyes
obsessed!felix who at first tries to hide that he is (very) into you, but his nervous laugh and curious eyes get the best of him when you’re close
obsessed!felix who just needs to see you one more time before touring, so instead of sleeping as instructed, he sneaks out to spend the night with you
obsessed!felix who video calls you late at night when he’s on tour because he can’t sleep without looking at you because “you are so beautiful, everything you do is perfect, my darling”
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obsessed!felix has no idea he is obsessed with you. he just thinks of you day and night, but how couldn’t he when everything you do drives him insane. that teasing smile you gave him earlier? yeah, his cock is still hard from thinking about it.
obsessed!felix has a secret he can’t even bring to reveal to you. your scent makes him go completely mad. it is what keeps him awake at night, when the rest of the members are asleep, he will sneak into privacy and bring out that pair of panties he stole from you and as he fucks his fist he brings it to his nose, picturing you whimpering and cuming for him
obsessed!felix who can’t stop, won’t stop kissing you til you’re both out of breath, lips swollen. “i could kiss you all day, mind if i kiss you here?” he works his way down to your collabone and the valley between your breasts, inhaling your scent. “shit, i’m already hard…”
obsessed!felix loves watching every single reaction you give when he fucks you. how your breathing becomes quicker, your eyes shut, mouth slightly open as your pussy clenches around him. “you like that, darling?” his deep voice making you even wetter as he enters you again and again. he wants to remember everything to replay it later in his mind.
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I’ll be here when you wake up…
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SKZ Bang Chan hard thoughts…
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Lee Know
SKZ Lee Know hard thoughts
So this makes us what?
Your surprise is here (+Bang Chan)
Changbin
SKZ Changbin hard thoughts
Hyunjin
SKZ Hyunjin hard thoughts
Han
SKZ Han hard thoughts
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Felix hard thoughts
Felix is on the phone
Wanna call me cute again?
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I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.
Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.
Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI
a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)
“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.
Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.
His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.
“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.
Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.
“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.
“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”
He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.
“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.
“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.
Felix pulls you into a kiss.
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I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.
Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.
Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI
a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)
“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.
Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.
His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.
“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.
Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.
“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.
“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”
He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.
“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.
“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.
Felix pulls you into a kiss.
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I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.
Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.
Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI
a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)
“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.
Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.
His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.
“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.
Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.
“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.
“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”
He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.
“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.
“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.
Felix pulls you into a kiss.
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｡･ﾟﾟ･ We Are People Here. We Are Not Numbers.
In the infancy of your relationship, when you were almost exclusively hanging out together with friends,
Felix and you went to the little amusement park.
It was held every fall in the parking lot of the Catholic church.
He had attended as a youth, converting the quarter-mile of parish grounds into a second-rate carnival full of cheap thrills and poorly-maintained rides
You meandered through the crowds with him like tourists,
eventually ending up at the pirate ship at the far end of the fair.
A mechanical boat that rose into the sky, then swooped back down in the other direction like a swallow diving for insects.
You were nervous and began to fidget, refusing to get in line before Felix and your friends talked you into going.
When the ride started, any romantic idea he had of holding hands or an embrace
was quickly abandoned when he saw the white-knuckled grip on the safety rail
like you feared for your life.
A/N: an old feeling of fear in the youth
݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .☽ fae trap ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
{ Pairing } - Elf!Felix x Witch.afab!Reader
{ Genre } - Smut, Dark, Fantasy
{ Synopsis } - It is said, that if you ever find yourself inside of a fairy ring. The fae will punish you, by making you dance until you are passing out from exhaustion. But when you find yourself doing a different kind of 'dance' on the ground, in the middle of one, with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen you might add, you wonder; is this truly a punishment?
{ WC } - 7.7k
{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, aphrodisiac effects, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), rough/hard sex, overstimulation, big dick felix, dacryphilia, talk of breeding & mating, talking of mating rituals, please don't touch fly agaric mushrooms, srsly they're toxic and deadly, possible incorrect french usage.
{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.
{ A/N } - For the love of all things skz. DO NOT EVER TOUCH FLY AGARIC/AMANITA MUSCARIA MUSHROOMS. THEY ARE TOXIC. DEADLY. This is also probably the darkest thing I've written on this account so far. But it doesn't feel inherently evil to me personally??? But it is enough to warrant a TW! This started off as a birthday oneshot for Felix. I'm starting to think I'm no good at oneshots. This could be left alone, but it could also be a series... I have so many world building thoughts, but idk if I wanna do that. What do you think?
Dusk was approaching as you made your way home from your walk.
You were blessed to own a cute little home, right on the edge of a beautiful and mysterious forest. Every day you were able to take nature walks, wandering through the treeline, exploring the vegetation. Collecting materials, making sure never to take too much of what the woodland had to offer. And caring for as much as you could, though you knew you were not essential to the survival of wilderness itself.
That didn't stop you from befriending the little critters who made their home there, or from essentially finding your own second home there.
You never brought anything with you to permanently invade nature. Instead you wrapped your daily essentials in a little bindle. It usually contained a hearty snack, a book or two, endless vials and jars, your cell, and a small emergency kit. Homemade salves, balms, and tonics included.
You always had some new shiny objects for your crow friends, making sure to exchange the gifts they left for you at your designated spot. And you always made sure to leave some nuts and seeds for the various rodents who liked to stuff their cheeks. Again, you didn't need to, but they really liked sweet black walnuts and salty peanuts in the shells. Who were you to deny them that treat!
Some days you brought select crystals with you, cleaning and recharging them in the streams of spring water. Other days you'd use that same water, sealing it in jars and leaving it nearby to make moon water overnight. Those were about the only two things you ever left in the forest, always making sure to come back the next day and retrieve them.
You always carry a little basket with you too. The forest was abundant in ingredients for many different things. Your favorite is mushrooms and fungi.
There were many times you'd find a log of an oak tree, fallen over and resting on the ground. A bunch of chicken of the woods growing on it. You'd collect them, taking them home to cook for dinner or other meals.
Other days you'd find lion's mane, and make sure to gather some for your favorite tincture to make and take. It did wonders for your anxiety.
You were a green witch through and through, and you were raised this way. You drew your energy and essence from nature, always taking little bits of it home.
Today was no different. Forgoing mushrooms, you instead had bundles of mugwort and a jar full of mulberries in your wicker basket. Wrapped in a little cloth were a bunch of spicebush berries.
You were nearing the last clearing within the woods, your house was about a ten minute walk away at this point.
The soft moss against your bare feet was grounding, and you were listening to the buzz and crackle of nightlife within the forest. Your white skirt ended at your knees, flaring out. The chiffon is blowing in the cool breeze. It was still tshirt weather, and that's exactly what you wore on top. A fitted one, pale and muted ivy green. You gave up on bras long ago, you were a solitary creature anyways. The friends who did visit never cared about your attire.
You were in your own world, playing a balancing game on a stump and humming to yourself, when flashes of red caught your eye.
In the clearing, scattered in a broken circle, was fly agaric.
Your heart fluttered at this rare find. You walk past this clearing daily, and never noticed any of the red mushrooms with white speckles there before.
Eagerly, you approach. In the back of your mind, warning bells are going off. Thinking back to childhood, of the stories your mom once told you of the fae folk. You'd encountered fairy rings before, but never of this type of mushroom, and never broken ones. Certainly never one so big. You never breached the little white rings in the past, not wanting to mess with entities so possibly mischievous.
But it would be fine right? This might not even be considered a fairy ring. It was sort of... circle-ish? But not really. There were so many gaps in between them, it wasn't a perfect circle like you'd seen in the past. And these mushrooms were so rare and so powerful, in so many ways. You could feel their energy radiating around you.
You glanced around, searching for any signs of immortal creatures lurking near. You saw and heard nothing, but that would be typical. They never willingly reveal themselves, in fact... You've never seen one. You've never seen any kind of fae folk. It's not that you didn't believe in them, you were sure some form of them existed. Afterall, you practice a form of magick. Your own form, and that exists.
You were convinced all mythical creatures either exist or had existed, the idea of them couldn't come from nothing. Not when they were in so many stories across all different cultures.
You paused for a few more moments, really trying to feel any negative energy. There was none, there was never any in your little forest.
So, tentatively, you took a few steps forward. Then you paused again, waiting for something to pop out.
Nothing.
You giggled to yourself happily, and then bent down to pluck the mushrooms from the marshy earth.
They all varied in size, some were large with bulbous caps. Some were shorter, and had flatter caps. Each mushroom, you made sure to pick with a cloth barrier between them and your fingers. These could be deadly if used the wrong way or taken in excess. You had no idea what would happen if you came into direct contact with it, on your bare skin.
You really should start carrying gloves with you.
You made your way around the broken circle, humming in between giggles, and unconsciously dancing. You were nearly prancing each bare step to the next.
If you had paid more attention to your mothers tales, you'd realize the consequences of stepping inside a fairy ring were already taking effect.
You were collecting more than you needed now, your basket was overflowing. But still, you didn't want to stop. You felt strangely overcome with merriment. You never felt more at home in these woods than this moment.
You mindlessly set your basket down, your humming growing in volume. You looked to the sky, as you allowed your body to sway back and forth. Arms stretched out towards the waning moon, coming to life in the dark sky surrounding you.
Your eyes closed, soaking in the moonlight. And you brought your arms back down, letting them float at your sides as you twirled, and twirled. Your skirt flutters up to reveal your thighs even more, hair whipping in your face. You revelled in the feeling of the squishy dirt beneath your feet. You felt grounded, but as if you were flying all at the same time.
You don't know when your solitude was breached, or if you were ever truly alone in the first place, but you finally noticed his presence when his hands intertwined with yours.
He was twirling with you, spinning you in circles.
He was nearly glowing, strawberry colored lips revealing the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. His long, straight white hair framed his face stunningly, tendrils of it outlining his strong jaw line. And his face... so, perfect. He had hundreds of freckles splashed across his cheeks, nose and eyes. Even some scattering up to his hairline, and down to his chin. You'd imagine you could create many constellations with them, like the stars that twinkle in the night sky. He adorned various jewelry, all silver. In his ears, and a cuff across the bridge of his nose. He even wore a gorgeous crown that laid across his forehead as a head piece. It was thin, and wiry, made up of gorgeous silver filigree that shone in the moonlight. You knew that the rings you felt in between your fingers would be silver too.
He wore all white. You couldn't be sure exactly what his outfit was, but his shirt was a flowing lace up top. Revealing delicate collar bones and toned chest. It was mostly a blur in the midst of his movements.
Your gasp was delayed, only coming out when he pulled you closer to him. Your hand remains in his, while his arm is wrapped around your waist. You were nearly flush with him, feeling the rest of his chiseled torso against your plush body. But he kept your face at some distance to maintain eye contact. The smile never slipped from his lips.
He has you captivated, and the two of you don't falter in your melodic movements once. His eyes bore into you, dark and sharp. Yet he exuded a certain softness, and you found yourself lost in the moment. It didn't seem real.
But it was.
You were seeing him. In all his glory, ever mysterious and breathtaking. The most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on.
You were hearing him. He was humming the same tune you were, an old lullaby your mom used to sing to you. His voice was deep, and even, harmonizing with your breathy high pitched voice beautifully.
You were feeling him. He was touching you, his hand interlocked with yours. His grip around your waist is gentle but possessive. He held you like he didn't want to break you, but knew if he was too loose, you'd go running.
Though you weren't so sure you would run.
Your mind was racing. There's no way you could stumble across a perfect stranger, who was immediately dancing with you, so close to the edge of the forest. So close to your house. Maybe this was some sort of hallucination. A side effect of being surrounded by so many toxic mushrooms.
The mushrooms.
That was it, it all clicked. Too late did the rest of your mother's words ring in your ears.
His aura, his energy, his perfect pixie-like features. You noticed the point of his ears now, the glittery sheen to his skin. His smile is full of white pointed teeth, dull now, but you could tell they were once sharper in the past. His slight cat-like eyes, giving them that sharp look even though everything else about him screamed delicate.
Your humming stopped, but his didn't. Your mother's voice is filling your head, and you were repeating the words she once told you so long ago.
'and if you're caught, the fae folk will punish you. You'll be dancing within the ring until you faint from exhaustion.' you whispered quietly.
His smile only grew, a glint lighting up his eyes.
He finally spoke, his chest vibrating against yours, "Wise words, from a magnificent young lady."
He had an accent, you couldn't quite place it. Something between old english and australian. It made you want to melt.
He started laughing, and you were sure that if he didn't have a grip on you, you would've slid to the ground.
You've both stopped twirling, but he's still moving you, moving with you. Swaying back and forth.
"Who are you?" You ask curiously.
"Who?" He chuckles, "Usually it's 'what are you', that people ask me. Though it's been almost a century since I have revealed myself to a mortal."
A century? Your mouth dries, and you feel something akin to fear course through your veins. But you aren't scared of him for some reason. Wary, suspicious, but not scared.
"You're different though, you seem to have at least a diminutive amount of knowledge of my realm."
You want to get angry at that comment. You'd like to consider yourself well informed and educated on all supernatural and magickal subjects. There'd always be more to learn though, and the human brain simply could not grasp it in its entirety. So he wasn't wrong.
You're still saying nothing, dazed from his presence. So he continues.
"You were right when you said fae folk." He assures.
"You're a fairy?" You whisper, wonder dazzling in your voice.
At that he laughs again, and you swear you hear small chimes behind it.
"An elf. I believe that is the universal name humans gave us. Not all fae are fairies, there are others too."
As he speaks, he lets go of your hand, bringing his fingers up to brush strands of hair from your face. His touch is warm, for some reason that shocks you.
"Elf." You repeat, not a question, but a statement.
He hums, in agreement and starts to twirl you around again. His hand resting on your cheek, thumb brushing featherlight touches against it.
You're trying very hard to wrap your head around the entire scenario. You shouldn't be surprised. You've dealt with other worldly things in the past. Spiritual realms are completely different from anything having to do with the fae world though.
Worry floods through you again once you realize what's happening.
"Am I being punished?" You lip quivers as you speak, "I-I was just trying to collec-"
He's bringing his head down, his forehead meeting yours. You feel the cold bite of the silver headpiece touching your skin. It's enough to shut you up.
"Shhh, darling. Don't view it as a punishment."
"I don't want to dance until I pass out." You slowly say, even though your body feels otherwise.
Underneath the initial shock and caution, you still felt that overwhelming happiness. It was borderline euphoric... and strangely arousing.
Everything happening inside your mind and body right now was so confusing. You were feeling lost, and found yourself clinging to the man--the elf, before you.
"You pretty creature, don't worry. Danser dans le ronds de sorcières... that's for children."
French? This being was a riddle.
"I don't understand." You force out.
He leans back a bit, so he can look into your eyes and your thighs clench, "We tell the kids, fae and human, that if a mortal is caught within our rings. They dance to exhaustion. The humans carried this myth with them into adulthood, while our kind later learned the truth of these special rings."
He's still dancing with you, moving your body elegantly to a now imaginary song. Leading you in something reminiscent of a waltz, but you can barely focus on that when his touches are electric against your skin.
"The truth?" You ask.
He's dipping you down now, bending with your body as he once again is peering into your eyes. At first you think it's part of the dance. Until your back meets the land that was underneath your feet. The mixture of smells was potent. The scent of damp moss, and semi-sweet foliage filling your nose.
He hums again, "It was never an entire lie, it always started off with dancing."
The timbre of his voice was pooling wetness in your panties. You felt beads of sweat forming on your brow, and you were bewildered at how your body was reacting right now. It didn't make sense.
His body is hovering over you now, his face coming close to yours. His nose is brushing along yours before he speaks again.
"What better way to set the mood than a passionate dance, and in this case, under the moonlight?"
You whimpered, feeling disoriented and needing his touch.
"I don't even know your name.", was the only thing you managed to mumble.
He chuckled, and you felt his breath puff against your lips, "It's unimportant darling, but since you're so... alluring. You can call me Felix... I'd love to hear it rolling off your tongue when I make you cum."
You were mewling at the thought of fucking this mystical being, when you felt his lips against yours.
He was almost lazy in the way he kissed you. Seemingly in no rush at all. And it's not that you were complaining, but you wanted more. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing his body flush with yours.
He was smiling against your lips now, and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access.
"So eager. Patience little dove. You'll get what you desire and more."
You knew it was absurd to lust after a man--an elf, gods how could you keep forgetting that, that you just met. But your body was burning and it felt like he was your only rescue.
His hands wandered your body, groping and massaging every inch.
He had your leg wrapped around him, his hand trailing down the back of your thigh and his lips attached to your neck. He was marking you with what you imagined to be the most beautiful bruises. You were panting at this point, and it felt ridiculous to be this turned on by so little. By a stranger. But it didn't make you want to stop.
His fingers reached the edge of your panties, and you gasped. You felt his smile again, he was enjoying every bit of this. You felt powerless to his strokes against you. Your hips were bucking up, chasing for friction.
His hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers squeezing into your flesh, pinning you further into the dirt.
You hissed before whining, begging "Please."
"I said be patient." His voice was stern as he spoke against your ear.
It still didn't stop you from squirming beneath him, your mind wasn't registering anything beyond wanting to feel him filling you up.
He brought his face back to yours, eyes gleaming and the most naughty expression written across it.
"Fine. As you wish, little dove. But don't forget, I was trying to ease you into this."
He tore your panties off of you, and his fingers were rubbing against you harshly, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
"A-aaah!" You were moaning loudly, his movements jarring.
"This is what you wanted darling, isn't it?" He's muttering against your lips now, slipping his fingers into you.
Your body feels more alive than ever, waves of pleasure washing over you. His fingers skillfully curl inside you, while his thumb works your sensitive bud. Swipe after swipe, eliciting more and more of your arousal onto his hand.
His kiss is searing, and feels like the only thing currently keeping you anchored to your body. You felt your orgasm building quickly, the band growing tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt like you'd float away when it snapped.
You can't contain the lewd noises you're making. Between the moans he's swallowing from your lips, and the loud squelching from between your thighs, it was deafening. Or maybe it was just that your ears were ringing.
It felt like only seconds later when he brought you over the edge, his movements slowing but never stopping. You're whining, and your legs are trembling but you don't want him to stop. You're nearing over sensitivity and when you close your eyes, you see nothing but stars.
All you can think of are the freckled constellations on his cheek.
You feel drunk on this moment, and you don't want it to end. It's as if he knows exactly where your mind is when he speaks again.
"You're not done little dove, don't you worry your pretty little head."
When you open your eyes, and tilt your head up, his shirt and pants are discarded. Revealing a dizzying body. He was lithe yet chiseled. His body is almost dainty, but each muscle is carved in the most irresistible way. His abs were glorious, your eyes trail lower, following the v cut. You notice the faint spattering of a happy trail, and your eyes follow it.
And fuck.
You've never been one to view someones cock as pretty but... his was. The tip was so swollen and pink, and leaking generous amounts of precum. Faint blue veins prominent along the shaft, and he stood tall and proud. His girth made you wonder if you could handle the stretch. It had been a while since you'd last been intimate.
He brought his hand, covered in your slick, to his member. Spreading it all over in a mixture with his precum, making it glisten. Your mouth started to water, and your legs spread wider for him. You pulled your skirt completely up, presenting yourself to him.
His jaw was slack, mouth hung open as he watched you, fist pumping himself slowly.
"Such a good girl for me darling, aren't you?" He said with that charming smile.
There was something about the way he looked at you, while doing such a perverse act that had your juices dripping down you.
Then he was on top of you again, cock sliding into you. Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and you wailed, a mix of pain and pleasure. But it was so satisfying, you couldn't get enough. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, and he was thrusting into you at a brutal pace.
Your back was digging into the ground, and you started to feel bits of grass and dirt against your skin. You pulled against him, trying to adjust yourself so you could lose yourself in the dance you two were now performing.
He pulled out of you, and sat back on his knees, that's when you noticed his clothes underneath him. You had no idea he was wearing a cape earlier. It was sprawled out, creating a barrier between him and the ground.
He picked you up, and positioned you to straddle his lap, facing him. Then he slid back into you, your eyes rolled back, and you let out a filthy moan.
This position felt more intimate but still desperate, he was reaching deeper into you. The head of his cock pistoning against your g-spot. It felt so good you could cry.
You were crying, you realized.
"Shhh, little dove, you're taking it so well. It feels so good, doesn't it?"
"Yes!" You sob.
He's wiping the tears from your eyes with his fingers, and smiling at you like you're the most precious thing on this planet.
"That's right, pretty. So pretty when you cry." He groans out, and his pace grows faster, rougher.
His hand dips down between you, and he's toying with your clit now. In any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed by the way your body uncontrollably trembles. Your muscles are spasming at his touch. You just couldn't bring yourself to care, he was making you feel too good.
"Darling," He purred, as he slowed his thrusts and pinched your clit between two fingers, rolling it, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum for me, can you do that?"
You were mewling as you nodded your head frantically, feeling your peak rush towards you.
At that he started fucking into you harshly, almost painfully, and you were coming undone with a loud cry on top of him. Your body tensed, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling not to throw your head back. His hand that was playing with you, gripped your jaw, smearing your own arousal on your face.
He was making sure you kept your word, maintaining your gaze on his while you clenched around him. Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to keep them open. He was biting his lip, eyebrows scrunched together as he fucked you through your orgasm. Watching your face contorted in pleasure.
"So tight." He grunted.
You were scratching at him now, nails dragging down his shoulders. And your mouth was hung open in a silent scream, your voice having given up on you.
It was becoming overwhelming.
You still didn't want it to stop.
"I know you can take it darling, take it." He growled, gripping both your hips now to steady you.
So you did, until you were limp in his arms, and he was releasing into you with a groan.
Your head was resting on his shoulder. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, and he was soothing you. Humming and stroking your hair gently. You were breathing heavily, trying to come down from this mind blowing experience. But you weren't descending, not mentally. You were still riding that high, stuck in a lust filled haze.
He started to roll his hips tantalizingly slow, and you hissed at it, feeling slight pain. Mostly you were shocked he was still hard.
His chest vibrated while he quietly laughed, "Did you forget the 'more' part, darling. I keep telling you, we're not done yet."
You whined at the sensation of his gentle movements.
"Shhh, there there." He's teasing you, "Are we a little sore?"
"Yes." You breathed.
"I can fix that."
You gasped when he slid out of you, hating the fact that you felt so empty.
He was positioning you to lay down on his clothes, taking care that no part of you touched the ground. You just let him handle you, molding your pliant body however he wanted it.
His hands were rubbing down your arms, and he was smiling down at you. When you met his eyes, you couldn't explain the exact emotions you were feeling. You'd let this man take your soul if he asked right now.
He was licking his lips as his hand trailed back to your core. You gasped again, then whined when he dragged his fingers through your swollen folds. His touch was almost massaging, yet sensual. He was touching everywhere, teasingly avoiding your sensitive bud.
The more he touched you, the more you writhed. And sensing another comment about how you can't be still or patient, you yanked him down to you so you could kiss him.
You were tired of just laying there, you wanted to start giving. To start touching.
You didn't know where all this stamina came from, but you were determined to use it. You jerked your hips up, leaning more into his touch.
It wasn't until you reached down to wrap your fingers around his length that he paused his movements.
He was still slick with your cum. And you used that to give him slow strokes.
He let out a hoarse moan against your lips, before pressing his fingers directly on your clit, rubbing in small circles. He was matching your tempo directly. You whined into the kiss, your hand picking up pace. Pumping him faster now, and he followed your lead.
Or so you thought, just as you felt your climax starting to build, his fingers were being pulled away.
He took your hand off him, and then crawled down your body, coming face to face with your core.
"So pretty, even here darling."
You were blushing at his words, but you couldn't take your eyes off of his, as he stared at you from between your thighs.
"Still sore? Let me make it feel better, little dove."
And you felt his tongue lave through your folds. It was gentle and it felt hot, and it drove you crazy. The flicks of his tongue against your clit were maddening, and you wanted more.
Your hips started slowly moving against his face, and this time he let you. He lets you roll your hips, and grind against his face. His tongue flattened against you, and you slid your hand into his blindingly white locks. You started grinding against him harshly, losing all sense and control of your body and just focusing on climaxing.
He let himself be used by you, and as your grip in his hair tightened, so did that feeling in your stomach. You felt another orgasm come over you, and he let you ride it out, quite literally.
You expected to start feeling spent by now, but you didn't. So before he could climb back up your body to kiss you, you were sitting up and pushing him onto his back.
He landed on it with a thud, puffing out air and looking at you incredulously.
You let the primal urges take over as you lowered yourself onto your stomach, and took his member in your hand. You licked up the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He groaned as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.
You placed a soft kiss on the tip, and licked the strings of precum off your lips.
"Fuck..." He whispered.
"Let me return the favor." You mumbled before you took his tip between your lips.
You let your tongue swirl over it a few times, savoring his taste. He brought his hand down to your face, and pushed your hair back for you.
You let your tongue run down the underside of his cock, and you sunk your mouth onto him. You had completely engulfed him, and were struggling not to gag. Still, you never intended to stop.
He was grunting as your head bobbed up and down on him, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth and dripping down to pool at his pelvis.
"Making--ah fuck--such a mess for me, darling." He groaned.
He lets you keep at your own pace for a while longer before he starts thrusting into you. He kept your head in place, and you gagged and tears started running down your cheeks. Each stroke became more and more erratic, until ropes of his hot cum were shooting down your throat.
He pulled you off of him and you gulped down breaths of air. He was caressing your cheek, swiping a mix of tears, spit and cum from your lips before kissing you.
That's how you both continued throughout the night. Pleasuring each other, nearly non-stop, under the moonlight. Your mind was fractured, nothing else but him existed inside of it. He'd touched, fondled, massaged, and embraced you, until you could only respond with breathy whispers of his name.
"Felix..." You sighed, when he was bringing feeling back to your numb legs by massaging them.
"Felix..." You moaned, as he slowly took you as you both laid on your sides.
"Felix..." You screamed as you came undone on top of him, riding him roughly.
He took you in many different positions, and you indulge yourself in each one. When he wasn't fucking you, you were whining in complaint and going down on him. If he wasn't going down on you, he was edging you with his fingers. Your hands never left each other's bodies, always needing connection. You were sure he was just as familiar with your body as you were by this point.
The exhaustion finally hit when he had you on your back in a mating press. The last thing you remember, is staring up into the twilight sky. Dawn was approaching, the stars were disappearing before your eyes, as the golden glow of the sun started to peek through.
Your eyes were fluttering as you fought unconsciousness, determined to finish fucking this completely ethereal creature. Felix was barely putting in an effort to fuck you, but he still slid in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he wanted to keep your orgasm at bay. You both wanted to extend this moment in time, but your body wouldn't have that.
When you finally let go, cumming on his cock for what felt like the hundredth time. That's when your eyes shut and you gave into the exhaustion.
The familiar scent of nag champa incense filled your nostrils as you started to come to.
Your bedroom, permanently infused with your favorite scent to burn, that's where you were. The familiar feel of your sheets beneath you, and your heavy comforter confirmed that.
Your mind still felt a little cloudy as you started to recall how you got to your bed from the forest.
That's when you feel a body next to you and your eyes shot open.
"Felix?" You croaked, your voice dry and hoarse.
He was laying next to you on his side, in your bed, in your house.
He had the blankets pulled up to his waist, and was resting his head on his hand. Elbow propped up, so he could see you better. He was shirtless and he wore that same smile on his face, like he was so fond of you.
"Is that still the only thing you can say, little dove?" He whispered teasingly.
"How- I mean, why-?" You stutter as you attempt to sit up in bed, but your entire body aches.
You hiss at the burning sensation you felt between your legs. And your legs, gods, you don't think that they've ever felt so sore.
"Easy darling, you need to rest." He said as he helped you sit up.
He reached over to his side of the bed and handed you a glass of water, motioning for you to drink.
You eyed him curiously as you sipped your water, finishing it rather quickly when you realized how thirsty you were.
"I ran you a bath and kept it hot, when you're ready we should wash you up more."
"More?" You questioned him.
"I did clean you up last night, I'm not a monster. The bath will help ease your muscles." He chuckled.
"How did you even know where I live?"
"It's not hard to figure out, we weren't that far from it. Your house is the only one for miles."
You still felt guarded around him, even after the night you shared. If the stories your mother told you turned out to be partially true, you could only imagine what other lore could turn out to be true.
Now this mischievous creature knew where you lived, he was in your home.
"I know this is your sacred space little dove, I don't intend to intrude. However, I couldn't exactly leave you in the state you were in. How are you feeling? Is your head a little clearer?" He spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through your hair.
It is. Almost all of that dazed feeling was gone, you felt more lucid. In that clarity though, a rush of embarrassment hit you. You felt your skin heat up at the more clear memories of last night.
You were never the type for hookups or one night stands, yet the things you did with this perfect stranger... This perfect magickal stranger... they felt unspeakable. You'd never lost yourself so completely in someone else's presence, much less with your own... sessions.
You hide your face in your hands and rub at your temples, trying to make sense of this entire situation. Of your own feelings. You didn't exactly regret it or hate it. Something still felt off. Not only was the entire act abnormal in general, and downright questionable. But it was so out of character for you. Did he use... compulsions? Did he have that type of magick?
"Thinking too hard will just exhaust you more." He said.
"Look..." You sigh, as you turn to face him, "I'm a little lost here, I don't know what to make of this all."
Next thing you know, he's off the bed. He's picking you up in his arms, and you notice you're both still nude. Your face flushes again at that, and you struggle a bit in his arms.
"Be calm darling, I'm just taking you to the tub. We can talk about it all."
You let him place you in the tub, and then he's sliding in behind you. Slotting you between his legs. He's pulling you back towards him, so you lay against his chest. You both sit like that for a few moments, absorbing the heat from the bath and getting used to each other in a new type of intimate way.
You should be kicking him out of your house. You should be cussing him out. Defending yourself, but why didn't you feel the need to defend yourself against him? Why were you drawn to him?
When you think about the facts, some would say you were attacked last night. I mean there's a reason the Fae call it a punishment You didn't feel attacked though. You enjoyed yourself, as crazy as that is to say.
You always knew you were an adventurous soul, but you never thought to this extent.
How do you come to terms with actually feeling okay with this whole thing, when you knew you shouldn't be?
"You're a witch, right?" He suddenly asks you, breaking your train of thought.
"I am... though I'm beginning to question the validity of that title, seeing as I have an actual magical creature behind me." You mumble.
You knew the magick you practiced was real. You could feel it. It's not like you could create fire though, or move things, or transfigure things in front of you. You weren't even sure Felix could do any of that as an elf. You weren't sure of anything anymore.
You felt like you were entering an existential crisis. Panic was starting to settle within you when you felt his chest vibrate with laughter, it was an oddly soothing sensation that you know you've felt before.
"No, you are. I can sense it, it's in your blood. It took me a while to piece it together, but you are a witch through and through. Sometimes humans don't know of their tie to the magickal world, but I figured... from your altar, among other objects and ingredients I've noticed here, that you knew."
You hummed, your mother always told you that you were a part of a long line of witches. She raised you heavily within her practice. You never doubted her, but somehow this new revelation made it so much more real. You realize this was opening a whole new aspect in your own practice. A hidden world, seemingly waiting for your return.
"Is that why you came to me? Because you sensed a witch was near?" You questioned him, your hands playing with the water.
"No, you stepped inside my fairy ring. I have to say I was shocked. I placed it in, what I thought was, an inconspicuous area. I hadn't realized your home was nearby."
"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain." You sighed.
"Well... you already know what I told you yesterday. The stories you were told, were passed down by your ancestors and other mortals in general. You don't really just dance in fairy rings, that's a small fib we tell the children. As more human children found the rings, when we'd find them dancing. We'd send them off, warning them if they came in again that we would have them dancing until they faint. When our own children wandered into them curiously, we'd tell them the same thing until it became time for them to learn. It's just something stupid the ancestors came up with, I don't know... It does always start out with a courting dance though, but the main reason for them is, inside a fairy ring... you mate. They're essentially a part of an ancient mating ritual."
At that you nearly jumped up to smack him, but he was a step ahead of you. His arms tightened around your body, pinning your arms to your chest.
"MATING?!" You screamed at him, trying to turn your head and make eye contact, "I don't fucking wan-"
"Please, calm down little dove. It's not possible for me to actually breed you. That requires an entirely different ritual, one that hasn't been performed in centuries. I'm not even sure anyone would know how to perform it these days..." He trails off.
"So then why even lay these stupid Fae traps for humans anyways?!" You screech.
"They're not traps, and they're not meant for humans." He says defensively, and you can hear the pouting in his tone, "Think of it like this. You know how some penguins build big and pretty nests to attract a mate? It's kind of like that. It's a lot to explain in detail, and I had to create one. Now that I'm of age, it's expected of me to find a partner. Even if I don't find the need to."
"And why do they exist in this realm if they're not meant for us?"
"Well, a long time ago, back when there was only this realm, and there were more Fae than humans, they came across one. That fairy was so angry at the human for intruding on something so intimate of his, and he threatened the human with a punishment. Before any of the other Fae could stop him, he entered the ring. When they both were inside of it, they were overcome with the magic of the ring. The courting dance had started, and no one else was able to enter. The desire for each other grew. In his anger he must've forgotten what the ring's intention was, and was only focused on punishing the human. But he never got that far. They ended up... mating. They never separated from that night, spending their lives together. It was millenia ago. It created an uproar though. Our kinds had never joined before that way."
You sat and listened, calming down a bit as he told you this story.
"There were battles, not an outright war but there might as well have been. They grew to love each other, and they led the winnings of those battles to stay together. They opened the door for Fae and humans to be together, but it has always been frowned upon from both sides."
There was an entire history of this world that you had never known. One that you could never even imagine to be true. But it is. Before your mind let you delve into it though, you thought back to something he said.
"Overcome with magic? These rings hold compulsions over beings?" You questioned hastily, needing to confirm your suspicions.
"No. It's not like that..." He sighed, "Didn't you feel different last night?" He continues, "The mushrooms release something like a pheromone. An aphrodisiac, to enhance your sexual stamina. Among other mood boosting and energy boosting properties. It starts by uplifting your mood, making you feel the happiest you've ever been. Then you start dancing, your energy building up in preparation for what's to come. It's not until your partner enters that the aphrodisiacs start releasing. But it doesn't just take away your consent like that. Both parties have to be willing... it needs to be mutual. Though that's not to say that's not how every instance turns out. Evil exists in all realms."
You shivered at his words, trying to process everything. You could clearly remember the primal urges taking over, the need to constantly be filled. It explained that off feeling, why you were acting so out of character. But you couldn't deny that you had wanted it.
Craved it.
You never tried to stop it, never wanted to stop it... In fact you initiated it to an extent.
He started talking again, "That's why I couldn't just leave you there. Especially not in that forest, where other creatures lurk and might find you. I never felt anything dark there, but that doesn't mean it won't come along. I brought you home. I cleaned you up, I made you drink because you were getting dehydrated. I cared for you."
He was loosening his grip around you to rub your shoulders. It made you think back to the skilled massages he gave you last night, in between all of the sex. He made sure to take care of you the whole night it seemed.
"But none of this answers my question from earlier, why not place the rings in your own realm now? Why would any of the Fae place them here?" You asked.
"There are many different reasons..." He mumbled, "Some of them do it because they want to experience sex with a willing human. Some of them do use them as traps for humans, and those Fae are disgraceful, downright evil. Most of those types have been banished from the realm I come from. But some are like me. We try to hide them, from everyone. Because even though we're required to have them, we don't want to use them."
Then you thought back to his previous words, "Wait... 'find your partner' you said? Are we- do we have some sort of bond now?"
The silence was thick in the air. You waited for him to speak, but he didn't, so you turned around in the tub to face him. Your legs spread out on top of his, as you half straddled his lap.
His eyes stared into yours, expressionless. It was much colder than his usual warm aura, so you grabbed his hand to hold it, and asked again in a softer tone, "Do we?"
"We don't have to. It's not permanent. Most Fae who get humans within their rings leave them there once they've passed out anyways. Humans don't have the same stamina as we do, even with their boosted energy from the ring. The first woman passed out, that's where the ancestors got their silly tale from." He spoke tightly, like he was debating even revealing this bond at all.
"I see." You replied, even though you had many more questions and didn't have a full grasp on it all.
Not much made sense. In a span of hours you found out the true existence of a hidden realm, and these magickal creatures. You met one, you slept with him, then you actually slept with him, and now you bathe with him. You talk with him, as if all of this is a normal day.
It should all unsettle you more than it actually does. You should be freaking out, 100% meltdown level. This is the story of fairy tales, and maybe not a good one. This could be the big bad wolf and you could be little red riding hood. But somehow, you were comfortable in his presence. Comfortable enough to want to spend more time with him. To learn more, about him, his world, and this new bond.
So you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a small peck.
"Maybe we could... figure it out together? See what happens next, if you explain more to me, that is."
His eyes lit up with hope, and his charming smile returned to his face. The thought that you could wake up every day to that smile entered your head quicker than you could blink.
You'd figure something out. You had to. He couldn't leave your life now. Not when it seemed like it was just getting started thanks to him.
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⏤ roses ࣪ ⤹
everything red is a cold reminder of what felix once had.
꒰ lee felix + fem!reader ⏤ 0.9k words ꒱ oneshot
༄ content info & warnings !! breakup aftermath. angst ⋆ hurt no comfort (i think? idk). felix’s pov. some swearing.
✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ inspired by jaehyun’s roses. ik this is short & not that good but i got a random burst of motivation and birthed this so… enjoy!
It’s been four months since you broke up with Felix.
Felix knows it’s better for the both of you — he truly does. That knowledge still doesn’t it make it sting any less when he occasionally discovers an old item that belongs to you around the dorm he shares with Seungmin.
The most recent thing he found was one of your lipsticks. Red, just like the roses he used to surprise you with on every anniversary the two of you could share around his hectic schedule as an idol.
Red, just like the heels you would ogle online late in the night while Felix watched TV beside you in your bed. He contemplated buying them for you more than once, but every time it was brought up you’d quickly brush it off, claiming you’d have nowhere to wear them to. He regrets it — your beauty would’ve put the deep gorgeous shade of red to shame.
Fuck. Another reminder of red, just like the hearts you would send when you curiously texted him at the end of the day, sweetly asking about his day and what he ate.
He grits his teeth at the reminder he no longer receives those texts. His phone is unbearably dry, if his member’s messages and the occasional texts from family don’t count.
Sometimes, when he gets too desperate at night, he scrolls back through his chat log with you and has to bite his fist to hold back the tears that threaten to overflow. Heartbreak is genuinely one of the worst feelings he’s ever experienced.
Felix shakes his head to rid himself of the thought and stares out the window of his apartment with a sigh. It’s for the better, he reminds himself. In the end, he couldn’t provide you with the proper affection and time you deserved.
Deep down, Felix is happy you were strong enough to put an end to the relationship, purely because he himself never would’ve been able to let you go despite the suffering that increasingly began to build up as the relationship progressed.
Fuck. He can’t stop thinking about it. With an exasperated groan, Felix falls back onto his bed and runs a hand through his blonde hair. He toys with the ends for a minute, contemplating on what color he should do next. Maybe black again?
His heart sinks when his brain immediately jumps to a memory of you from six months ago. You were propped against the headboard of your bed with Felix’s head in your lap. His hair was much shorter at the time, but you ran your hands and twined the dark strands together with a content hum regardless of the length.
“Black looks so good on you,” you had sighed as your fingers gently began to massage his scalp. His eyes had slipped close in bliss, but now he regrets that entirely. That could’ve been a perfect moment to stare up and take in the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes. But, like an idiot, he fucking wasted it.
Dragging himself out of the depressed haze that is his mind once more, Felix digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until his sight fills with static. He needs to move on, but it’s like you’ve strung his heart around a leash that he can’t rip off no matter how hard he tries. Why, why, why?
He sits up and eyes his phone that rests undisturbed on the nightstand near his bed. He knows it’s a bad idea. He shouldn’t. Absolutely, one hundred percent, should not look at your Instagram profile to see how your life is without him.
Three minutes later, Felix wants to scream and rip his hair out as he swipes through your recent posts against his better judgment, seeing you happy and glowing with a man who isn’t him. He manages to scroll down to find three similar posts, one being a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses, before he clicks off the device, gingerly places it back where it was, and curls up in a ball atop his comforter to let out a broken sob.
He misses you so fucking badly that everything internal aches beyond words. It kills him to know that someone else is out there buying you roses and sharing every anniversary with you, not just the ones Felix could manage to physically attend.
He hates how time-consuming his job is. He doesn’t know how long he lays there and loses himself to a mental spiral, bawling his eyes out, until he blearily hears the jingle of keys and click of a door, indicating Seungmin is home. When said man knocks once a moment later before letting himself into the room, it’s with a sympathetic wince full of pity.
Felix sniffles and tries to take a deep breath through his hyperventilating as Seungmin carefully trods over. He lets Seungmin wordlessly coax him into sitting, lets him draw him into a gentle hug, lets him allow Felix to bury his face into his shoulder. He only cries harder at the warm embrace, smearing snot on the sleeve of his roommate’s jacket. Seungmin doesn’t comment on it, though, and continues to rub soothing circles on his back in silence.
They both know Felix will manage to pull the thorns out of his heart eventually.
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