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"look at me." [l.f.] - chp. 5 - "enough."

synopsis: you'd never believed in something from those horror movies actually happening in real life: a cute boy walks into a coffee shop, flirts playfully with the pretty barista until she writes her number on the heat sleeve of his cup and they hook up - then he kills anyone who looks in her direction and holds her captive for the rest of her life, forcing her into marriage and having a family all while hiding the truth from the world outside of their front door. because.. things like that didn't happen in real life; until that gorgeous blond boy walked into the front door of your coffee shop.

genre: romance, horror (yandere themes)

pairing: yandere!lee felix x fem!reader

word count: something idk a number.

WARNINGS: suggestive content (18+), sex, themes of cheating !!!

notes: another super short chapter but honestly id rather do short chapters and put SOMETHING out rather than long ones every like two months so here we go.

A quick reminder - this fic is FICTIONAL and in no way is supposed to represent any of the Stray Kids members whatsoever. It's just for fun, and never anything I would think would actually happen. Images depicted in this fic are just that - completely fictional!

The soft click of the door falling shut and automatically locking seems to echo in the open space of your kitchen and living room. You'd sat there for how many hours, now? How long had he been gone? You remembered looking in the television reflection not too long ago - staring at yourself in the black screen as you grew lost in thought. Right; Felix had gone to Chris' without telling you.

"Hi, sweetheart." Felix's voice - deep and alluring - travels through your head as he leans down. He'd come up beside you and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. His hand found solace on your thigh, fingers squeezing lightly at the bare skin before slipping away as he makes for the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

How many hours?

"What did you guys do tonight?" Your voice fills the space now. You were in the bathroom doorway watching your boyfriend wash his face, ridding of the oil and light makeup he'd applied earlier on in the afternoon. When had you gotten up from the couch? Time seemed to glitch forward each time you moved.

You'd given yourself away and Felix had caught on immediately. You were tracking his location somehow, weren't you?

... Mm. Why were you tracking him?

Felix's eyes wrinkle lightly as he wipes the water from them, blinking soon after and glancing over. Pointed lips curl into a kind smile. "We watched a few movies and then had a few drinks. But," he starts.

"But?" You follow shortly after, head tipping and thunking light against the bathroom doorframe.

Your boyfriend hums out. "He's having plumbing issues, I guess? A few apartments on his floor are, apparently. So I invited him over to stay the night." Hands finding home on your hips, he presses in closer and whispers. "So you know what that means."

You'd talked about it a few times before.

Well - no. You'd questioned Felix's sexuality initially. He spent a lot of time with Chris and you needed reassurance that he wasn't involved with the other romantically. He'd assured you that you were the only one for him, but that he had, had thoughts about his best friend in the past. Thus led to the conversation of a potential threesome. And you were open to the idea, so long as your boyfriend wasn't just ogling Chris the entire time.

"Don't get too excited." You chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Felix melts immediately into you - as he does every time - and slinks in closer to your body.

A soft knock on the door tugs your attention away. Twenty minutes pass.

Chris leans back against the couch with a soft smile. He's pink in the cheeks as Felix talks about how they'd almost beat at each other when they'd played Uno last - blabbing on about how Chris cheated because technically you can't stack +2's and +4's.

It makes you laugh, your own face flushed from sipping at the beer in your left hand. The right tugs at the fabric of your leggings and peels them off your thigh with a light hold, rolling the material between your fingertips as you listen. Habit.

Again, time glitches forward.

You're on the couch, head tipped back and Felix's lips trailing kisses over your throat so eagerly. They're soft, warm - so wet. Chris' are on you as well, lower and more gentle, wrapping around the bud of your nipple and letting his tongue tease at you. Your shirt had been pushed up over your chest, bra discarded hours ago in your room before either of the men were in your presence. He nips, breathing heavy through his nose and pressing one hand up over the opposite breast to give it as much attention as he could without using his mouth. It felt like Heaven having a man on either side of you, paying you so much attention and giving you their all - rutting their hips against your thighs to get themselves off without even stripping and using your body for themselves.

It felt so greedy for them - so selfless for you.

Were there words exchanged?

You're looking up at Chris on his knees in front of you, mouth full and his hand tangled in your hair; Grip tight, guiding your head because you're so lost. Felix is somewhere behind you, fingers digging into your plush hips and pulling you back against his cock in the opposite rhythm of Chris. He's so loud and you're so silent, wet sounds dripping from your lips along with your spit. You can't tear your eyes from his best friend and it feels ... intimate. It is intimate. You're sucking his cock and he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Why was time blurring by so fast?

"You're so beautiful." Chris whispers, his fingers pushing your hair back lightly from your features. He's smitten for you in that moment - laying next to you and facing your front with his own. Felix is once again in the back. He's fast asleep, out like a light as his arm draped over your waist and his fingers twitched every so often to brush at the soft skin beneath them.

Your smile is automatic. "Shut up," you whisper in reply on a whim. His smile grows and he leans in, letting his expression falter in time to kiss you. It's warm. Wet. Romantic. The way his tongue slides over your own is calculated and wanting to know more, yearning to learn the format of your mouth. The way his cock brushes your abdomen as it hardens and stands stiff between the two of you is desperate and as you press just a bit closer, he rests a hand on your chest to stop you. Felix's arm tightens lightly around your waist as Chris closes in, using one hand to guide the tip of his cock to your entrance while the other stays keeping you in place.

He's careful to not rouse suspicion in your boyfriend. He knows it's wrong. Felix isn't involved this time, sleeping less than a foot away from him and holding onto you while he slips his cock into your warm walls and breathes out at the feeling. You squeeze down on him so perfectly, like your pussy was made to be his cocksleeve. His personal sweetheart. Like you were ... meant to be his.

It's wrong. So wrong. You both know it as Chris lightly ruts his hips forward, cock dragging over your walls so perfectly. He kisses your cervix every time he presses in closer, as deep as he can get. And he doesn't want to be rough or fast or harsh with it - because this is perfect. This slow, sensual, romantic sex with you is what he wanted when he came over for that fucking threesome with his best friend. He wasn't here for Felix, but for you. Always for you. Always getting closer and closer to Felix to get closer to you in return.

He'll come inside. He knows Felix won't find out, because he knows from conversations in the past that the two of you only have sex maybe once a week - and he knows from watching that the threesome had tired your boyfriend out quite a bit and worn him down. He'd need the recovery period while Chris wouldn't.

Chris sighs. He leans in as close as he can to you, his nose brushing the tip of yours. His breath fans over your lips and you let them part; you let him kiss you, soft and slow and perfect, because that's what Chris is.

From behind you, Felix sits still. His arm remains draped over your waist as he feels your body rock with every little move from Chris. And while he lets it happen, his eyes burn holes in the back of your skull; Leaving you completely unknowing of your boyfriend's consciousness, of how he lays there and witnesses it all.

Leaving you unknowing of the burning rage pooling deep in his gut that bites at his insides and barks for him to do something.

And he will.

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A new chapter in the books! I feel pretty okay about this one!! (For now lol.) Again, short. But it's there.

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