#felix fluff

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, creampie, morning sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, dry humping, soft dom!Felix, praise kink, overstimulation, gentle teasing, post-sex intimacy, affectionate dirty talk

notes: this was supposed to be a drabble but it got a little longer lmao. also!! i mentioned before that i'm traveling in a couple weeks so i wont rlly be posting much if at all. would u guys be down for some scheduled posts? maybe some skzotel content too?

You wake up tangled in warmth.

The sheets are a mess, kicked down and half-hanging off the mattress, twisted around your legs like vines. The room smells faintly of sweat, salt, and something sweeter—something distinctly him. A leftover echo of last night, still clinging to your skin.

Felix is sprawled beside you, face turned into the crook of your neck, arm heavy over your waist. His breath is slow and deep, lips parted against your shoulder, lashes soft and fanned across flushed cheeks. He’s always pretty, but there’s something devastating about him like this—unguarded, sleep-warmed, bare.

You shift a little, just enough to ease the pressure on your hip, and the movement stirs him.

A quiet groan slips from his throat, low and raspy with sleep. His grip tightens, pulling you closer, tucking you deeper against his chest like he can’t stand even an inch of distance.

“Mmm… morning,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and syrup-slow.

“You’re crushing me,” you whisper, smiling into the pillow.

He hums in mock apology but doesn’t move, just noses at your neck, lips brushing lazily over your skin. “You smell like sex,” he mumbles, grinning against your collarbone.

“You made me smell like sex.”

He chuckles—soft and breathy, the kind that curls low in your stomach. “I should do it again, then.”

His hand drifts, tracing the curve of your waist beneath the covers, down to your hip, where his fingertips linger. He’s not quite awake enough to mean it—not yet—but not sleepy enough to stop. And when you press your hips back just a little, testing, teasing, his breath catches.

You feel him stir against you—hardening slowly, lazily, like the thought of you has started the engine before the rest of him is even conscious.

“You’re the worst,” you murmur, but you’re already tilting your hips, already letting your thighs part just enough to cradle him.

He slots against you easily, your bodies fitting together in that messy, practiced way that comes from nights like the one before—where hands roamed and limbs tangled and breath stuttered and moaned confessions into dark.

Felix kisses your shoulder. Then your neck. Then just under your ear.

“Let me stay here,” he whispers, grinding softly against you through the thin barrier of his boxers and your panties. “Just like this. Don’t wanna move.”

It’s barely anything—just lazy, slow friction. His cock pressed against your ass, trapped between your bodies, rocking into you like he’s more in love with the motion than the goal. Your panties are damp already, your thighs squeezing together on instinct, but neither of you tries to hurry.

He’s warm. He’s slow. He’s soft—not in desire, not in the way his hips roll or the sound he makes when you arch into him—but in everything else. In the way his arm wraps around you. In the way he hides his face in your shoulder like it’s too early to exist without touching you.

“You gonna fuck me or just tease me forever?” you mumble, breath hitching when he nudges your clit through the damp fabric.

“Teasing’s more fun,” he says, but there’s a whimper on the edge of his voice now, like he’s close to losing the game he started. “Wanna see how needy I can make you before I even take these off.”

You whine, bucking back into him, and he groans—low and broken—his cock twitching through the thin cotton.

“You’re already soaked,” he breathes, fingers slipping between your legs to feel for himself. “Fuck, baby—how are you this wet from just dry humping?”

“Maybe I like it,” you whisper. “Maybe I like it when you’re soft and slow and stupid with sleep. Maybe I like when you fuck me without even waking up properly.”

His breath shudders out of him—wrecked, reverent. You feel it ghost along your shoulder, hot and shaky, right before he kisses you there again. A tender thing. An anchor. Like he’s scared he might disappear into the sheets if he doesn’t keep reminding himself you’re real and right here.

“I’m gonna die,” he mumbles, voice thick and trembling with it, like he’s never been this turned on this fast. “Gonna fucking die right here with my cock in your panties and your pretty little voice in my ear.”

His hips roll again, firmer this time—just once, deep and unhurried, dragging the thick line of him right against your soaked core. Your breath catches. Your toes curl. There’s nothing in the world except the heat where you’re joined and the desperate, heavy want pooling between your legs.

You reach back blindly, fingers curling around the back of his thigh to pull him closer. Deeper. You don’t even care if it’s still over your clothes. You just need him pressed against you, need more of that sweet friction, the way his cock drags against your clit like it knows exactly where to hurt you best.

“Feel that?” he whispers, grinding in tighter. “Feel what you do to me, baby?”

You nod, too breathless to speak, too far gone to pretend it isn’t unraveling you already. Your panties are a useless scrap by now—soaked straight through, clinging to you like a second skin—and every slow, lazy thrust makes you twitch.

“Felix,” you gasp, “please—”

“Mmm, I like when you beg,” he murmurs, hand sliding up to cup your breast beneath the shirt you slept in. He palms you gently, thumb circling your nipple through the thin cotton until it peaks against his touch. “You sound so sweet in the morning. All soft and needy and still half-asleep.”

You whimper, hips stuttering against his. His cock is thick and leaking, boxers soaked now too, and the only thing separating you is too flimsy to matter. You could probably come just like this—rubbing against him slow and steady until you fall apart in his arms. You almost want to.

But then he tugs your panties to the side.

Just a little.

Just enough to bare the slick mess between your thighs, just enough for the swollen head of his cock to press directly into your entrance—not inside, not yet, but there, hot and heavy and real.

You both freeze. The moment stretches, electric.

Then he pushes in.

Slow. So fucking slow.

He doesn’t thrust. Doesn’t even breathe for a second. Just slides into you like he’s sinking into the sheets, like your body was made to hold him, made to cradle him on a quiet morning like this.

You whine—high and thin, overwhelmed by the stretch, the burn, the fullness. He’s thick, and your body’s tight with sleep and overstimulation, still aching from last night, but god—it’s perfect. You clench around him instinctively, and he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“Fuck—don’t do that,” he chokes out. “I’ll come.”

You laugh—breathless, broken. “Isn’t that the point?”

He makes a wounded sound—somewhere between a moan and a laugh—and nips softly at your shoulder, like he wants to punish you for teasing but can’t muster the strength. Not like this. Not when his cock is buried inside you, throbbing, twitching with the effort it takes to hold still.

“No,” he breathes. “Wanna make it last.”

And he does. He tries.

But it’s a losing battle—every slow, shallow grind pulls a gasp from your lips, tightens your thighs, makes your walls flutter around him like you’re coaxing him closer to the edge with every lazy pulse of your body. You’re so warm around him. So wet. And so soft in the way you melt into the mattress and let him take his time with you.

His hand slips down to your hip again, then lower—fingertips skating over the slick mess between your thighs, gathering it, spreading it higher. He swipes your clit once—just once—and your body jolts, your breath catching so hard it punches the air from your lungs.

You twitch beneath him—hips stuttering, breath snagging—and he stills, soothing the tremble with a kiss to your shoulder, a quiet shhh breathed into your skin like he’s trying to keep the morning from breaking too loud around you.

“Too much?” he murmurs, lips grazing the curve of your neck.

You shake your head. It’s not too much. It’s perfect. It’s just—

Last night had been hungry—messy kisses and aching moans and Felix panting into your mouth while he fucked you into the mattress like he couldn’t get close enough, fast enough, hard enough. You’d come twice on his tongue, once on his cock. He’d collapsed on top of you after, sweaty and breathless and stunned, and you both passed out like that—limb-heavy, completely undone.

Now he moves like he’s savoring you. Like he knows he’s already had you in every desperate way and now he’s craving all the quiet ones. He’s still inside you, warm and thick and stretching you sweetly, but he’s not chasing anything. Not really. He’s just there—rocking into you so slowly it doesn’t even feel like thrusting. Just pressure. Just presence.

His cock drags through you in shallow, teasing rolls, never quite pulling out, just nudging deeper every time your hips meet in that sleepy rhythm. You stay loose and pliant beneath him, thighs parted lazily, body boneless with trust.

Your cunt clenches around him instinctively, greedily, and he chokes on a laugh.

“Don’t do that,” he says, and now the teasing is more obvious—sleepy and affectionate. “I’m trying to be good.”

“You’re not very good at it,” you murmur.

“I was last night,” he says smugly, and he’s right. “You couldn’t even speak after.”

You flush, the memory blooming hot between your thighs. “Felix—”

“You were so loud,” he whispers, dragging his lips along the back of your neck. “Letting me fuck you open like I was the only thing in your head. You remember? How you begged me not to stop?”

You nod. Breathe in hard.

“‘Please, Lix,’” he mimics gently, voice pitched in a quiet moan, lips pulled into a grin, hips grinding in deep and slow again. “‘Please, just like that, please, please—’”

You gasp—clench around him—and he groans, deep and breathless.

“Ohh, there it is. Thought you’d remember.”

Your breath stutters—catches on the edge of a whimper—and Felix moans softly in response, like the sound of you falling apart is enough to wreck him all over again.

His hips keep moving, lazy and deep, every roll a quiet exhale of want. There’s nothing rushed about it—just the slow, molten slide of his cock stretching you open with maddening patience, the wet pull of your cunt echoing soft and obscene in the stillness of the room.

You’re so full. You can feel every inch of him, thick and pulsing inside you, slick with the mess he left in you last night and the new one building between you now. He shifts just slightly—enough to press against that spot that makes you tremble—and you let out a breathy, broken sound that could almost be his name.

He stills.

“Say that again,” he whispers, mouth close to your ear. “Sounded so pretty.”

You try to stay quiet. Really, you do.

But it’s impossible when he’s talking to you like that—voice all hushed and honey-thick, teasing every filthy memory into the morning like he’s unspooling it from between your legs. Every word rolls through you like silk, warm and dangerous, curling low in your belly until you’re aching all over again.

The soft slap of skin-on-skin is barely audible under the covers, muffled by cotton and heat and the lazy drag of his hips. He never fully pulls out—never has to. He just stays buried deep, rocking slow and snug inside your soaked cunt, like he knows your body will do the rest.

Your breath stutters with every grind. You try to bury your moans in the pillow, but they slip out anyway—tiny, broken sounds, punched out of you with every sweet, perfect thrust.

He hears them. Of course he does.

“Baby,” he coos, breath ghosting over your neck, “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me.” His voice is velvet—low and lilting, soft enough to soothe and filthy enough to ruin. You feel it more than you hear it, the way it sinks into your skin, warms the shell of your ear, wraps around your spine like smoke. 

You whimper. Can’t help it. He kisses the sound right out of your throat—lips dragging slow and open-mouthed over the curve of your neck, tongue flicking where your pulse flutters wild. And his hips… god, his hips—still moving in that gentle, devastating rhythm, never rushing, just grinding into you with the kind of sleepy patience that makes your whole body ache. 

“I like it when you get like this,” he murmurs, words slurring slightly, sticky with sleep and lust. “All soft and messy. All mine.” 

You gasp as his hand slides under your shirt, palm splaying across your chest to cradle one breast, thumb brushing lazy circles around your nipple. He doesn’t pinch. Doesn’t grope. Just touches—like you’re something sacred, something to be held, not handled. It makes you tremble. 

Your cunt clenches around him again, and he groans into your skin—quiet and breathless, like it hurts to feel that good. 

“You gonna come for me again?” he whispers. “Just like this? So slow and so sweet?” 

You nod, a desperate little motion into the pillow, and he smiles—you can feel it. 

“Yeah,” he breathes. “That’s my girl.”

His praise sinks into you like honey, thick and warm and cloying, sticking to your ribs. You feel it everywhere—between your legs, in your lungs, in the flush blooming across your cheeks and down your chest.

That’s my girl.

You moan—quiet, broken—your hips twitching helplessly against his. His cock pulses inside you in answer, thick and hot and so deep it feels like you’re made to hold him. He’s barely moving anymore, just rocking in these small, indulgent circles, dragging the head of his cock against every oversensitive spot inside you until your breath comes in shaky little pants and your thighs start to tremble.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice husky and frayed at the edges. “You gonna come just from me being inside you? From me talking to you?”

You nod again. Pathetic. Pressed into the pillow like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. His hand is still on your chest, thumbing your nipple in soft, sleepy circles, like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Like he’s just touching because he can.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of him gliding through you—slow and sticky, your slick and his precome making it effortless. There’s something obscene about how quiet it is, how intimate. Like you’re not even fucking. Like you’re just existing together like this—tangled and trembling and joined.

Felix moans—quiet and broken, the sound muffled against your skin. It vibrates where his lips press to the back of your shoulder, low and guttural, like it’s being dragged from somewhere deep inside him. He’s trying to hold it together, trying to keep it soft for you—but he’s losing. You can feel it in the way his rhythm falters, the way his cock throbs deep inside you like he’s on the edge and barely holding.

“Shit, baby,” he pants, hips stuttering against yours. “You feel so good—fuck, so warm—so wet—I can’t—”

His voice cracks, ruined and breathless. His fingers twitch where they rest on your breast, and he buries his face further into the crook of your neck like he can hide from the pleasure rattling through him. Like he’s ashamed of how much he feels you.

You clench around him again—just to feel him gasp—and he whimpers, a high, desperate little sound that he never lets anyone else hear. But here, like this, you get everything. You always do.

“I’m so close,” he chokes out. “Baby, please—please tell me you’re gonna come.”

“I’m gonna,” you breathe, voice shaking. “I’m right there, Lix—just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You feel him nod—frantic, needy—his nose still pressed to your neck, lips parting against your skin like he wants to say something else but can’t. His hips stutter forward, that perfect little grind he’s been giving you turning just a little rougher, a little more desperate, as if his body is chasing the end even if his mind’s still trying to savor the in-between.

His cock drags through your soaked cunt in slow, trembling strokes, hitting just right with every pass—slipping so easily, so deep, it makes your whole body tighten in response. And you do clench, without thinking, because he’s there and he’s throbbing and he’s saying your name like it’s the only thing holding him together.

“Please,” he whines again, almost inaudible, like he’s begging without knowing he is. “I wanna come with you—need to feel it—need you to come, baby, please—”

It’s the need in his voice that breaks you.

That soft, sacred edge—like he’s not trying to fuck you, not really. Like he’s trying to stay inside you, to stay wrapped in the heat of you just a little longer. Like coming is less a release and more a surrender.

You press your hips back into him, seeking friction, needing it, chasing that warmth curling tight and hot in your belly. “I’m there,” you gasp. “I’m there, I’m gonna—”

And then you're coming—slow, aching, drawn-out, your body trembling beneath him as your walls flutter tight around his cock, pulling him in, holding him close. You moan into the pillow, helpless and shaking, and Felix falls with you.

“Oh fuck—fuck—baby—”

He gasps against your neck, hips grinding forward once, twice, and then he’s coming too—deep inside you, cock jerking, spilling thick and warm into the slick mess already dripping from between your legs. He moans with it, quiet and raw and wrecked, each breath trembling out of him like he’s never felt anything this good.

You feel every throb, every twitch, every desperate little sound he tries to muffle in your skin. He stays there, buried deep, arms wrapped tight around your waist, chest heaving against your back.

It takes a long time for either of you to move.

The room is still hazy with it—sex and sunlight, sleep and sweat. The sheets are damp and tangled around your legs, and Felix is still tucked inside you, softening slowly, the heat of his release seeping out of you in lazy, sticky trickles. But he doesn’t shift. Doesn’t even try. Just keeps breathing against your neck like the world might tilt if he lets you go.

Eventually, he hums. Quiet and dreamy. You feel the vibration in your spine before you hear the sound.

“That,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and sweet and full of awe, “was the nicest way I’ve ever been ruined.”

You huff a laugh, too wrung out to offer anything smarter. “You’re such a sap.”

“I am,” he agrees easily, mouth brushing soft against your shoulder. “I’m your sap. The mess in love with your pussy. And your pillow voice. And your—mm—” he grinds just a little, teasing, “—very persuasive hips.”

You let out a soft whimper at the overstimulation, shifting your leg with a sleepy wince. “Felix.”

He stills immediately, the apology already in his breath.

“Okay, okay,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “I’ll behave. For now.”

You hum something noncommittal, too blissed-out and tender to argue. His arms tighten around your waist as if he’s worried you might float away, like the weight of him is the only thing keeping you tethered to the mattress. He noses at your hair, pressing the softest, most absentminded kiss into the crown of your head.

Then: “You know, I think I blacked out a little.”

You laugh, breathy and tired. “That good, huh?”

“That stupidly good,” he says, voice still thick with sleep and affection. “Like I’m gonna be useless for the rest of the day. Can’t walk. Can’t think. Might have to file for emotional support cuddles.”

You shift back into him, content and wrecked and already boneless beneath the sheets. “Bold of you to assume I’m letting you leave this bed.”

Felix grins—so big you feel it before you see it. “That a threat or a promise?”

“Both.”

He lets out a dramatic sigh, sinking even further into the mattress, his limbs winding around yours like vines. “Guess I’m trapped with my sexy captor. Poor me.”

You nudge him with your elbow, barely. “Your sexy captor needs a warm rag and maybe an IV drip.”

Felix chuckles, low and lazy, the sound more breath than voice. “Noted. Medical attention. Add that to the post-orgasm care plan.”

You close your eyes again, lulled by the steady beat of his heart at your back and the soft drag of his fingertips over your skin—tracing nothing in particular, just moving like he doesn’t know how to stop touching you.

“I could get the rag,” he says after a moment, tone mock-serious. “Heroically crawl to the bathroom. Risk my life. Bring it back warm and folded like a gentleman.”

You smile into the pillow. “You could. But that would mean leaving me.”

He goes quiet. His nose bumps against the back of your shoulder as he nestles closer, and then: “Yeah, see, that’s the thing. I can’t do that.”

You hum in satisfaction, twisting your fingers around his where they rest against your stomach.

“Might die of separation anxiety,” he adds, voice soft again. Teasing, but not entirely joking.

You shift your hips a little, wincing at the tenderness between your legs, and his hand is there immediately—gentle, soothing—pressing against your hip like an instinct.

“Sorry, angel,” he murmurs, kissing the spot where he touched. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, letting your eyes fall closed again. “Just… really full.”

Felix groans softly against your neck, burying his smile in your skin like he’s embarrassed by how much he loves that. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he murmurs, voice thick and drowsy. “I’ll never leave this bed.”

You nudge your heel against his shin. “You weren’t planning on it anyway.”

“Exactly,” he says proudly. “And now I have an excuse.”

You feel him shift, just enough to press a slow kiss to the back of your shoulder, then another higher up, near your neck. His hand slips over your stomach, thumb drawing little half-circles against the dip just below your ribs. It’s not sexual. Not anymore. Just soft. Familiar. The way you touch something when it already belongs to you.

There’s a long stretch of quiet after that, broken only by the hum of the morning outside the window—distant birdsong, the faint rattle of leaves, the hush of a world just beginning to stir. But here, in this little bubble of tangled limbs and shared heat, time doesn’t feel real.

Felix shifts again, forehead resting against the back of your head.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hmm?”

“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Your throat goes tight.

You squeeze his hand around your waist and let out a breath that trembles a little.

“Me too.”

He kisses you once more—slow and sure, like a promise—and lets his weight settle over you again, warm and safe and close.

You fall asleep like that. Still a little sore. Still a little messy. Still joined in every way that matters.

And he stays.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

aren't we? ・l.f.

💿 — felix who truly believes that you were the one who gave him all these freckles in a past life—especially the heart-shaped one.

🔭 — paring・felix x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・687 // warnings・felix is so sweet and sappy, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i just can't let go of the idea that lee felix would find your soul in every lifetime! also i stole this from my short story collection that i'm working to publish because it was felix coded and i also just needed to get something out there for y'all i hope you like it my loves!!!

Felix was the part in your story, always imagined but never written down. 

And in the same way an author takes up a pen, he held his hands before you, and with quiet serenity, he swore—please, unravel your heart before me. I promise, you will never have to fantasize again—without paper or quill, he breathed all your dreams to life.

Even after four years, he continues to do so.

Felix's arms are hot around you, warm hands spread across the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. He's kissing you, hips spreading your thighs apart from where you sit perched atop the counter's edge. The fudgy scent of brownie batter lingers in the air, wafting from a long-forgotten oven. Felix promised he would pull the brownies out after just one more kiss.

But we both know how well that went.

"Did you forget about the brownies?" Your smile must be contagious, 'cause as soon as it blossoms upon your cheeks, you have already infected him—his spreading bigger and brighter than yours.

"Brownies? What brownies? Were we cooking brownies?" he jokes, thumbs brushing patterns on your exposed back.

In the moment between lifting your gaze to admire his star-struck cheeks and now, you have taken notice of an intriguing-shaped freckle just underneath his lash line, honey-brown and cordate.

Suddenly, you lift a finger to brush the soft skin of his under-eye. First, Felix is confused. Then, as your eyes brighten with both intrigue and awe, he loses any hope of thought at all. A subtle purse in your lips tells him of your deep concentration.

He can't help the amused breath he puffs from his nose.

"What?" he whispers, eyes glazed with admiration.

"You have a heart-shaped freckle." The realization dawns on you with a soft gasp—something so simple, yet so profound. It felt so perfectly Felix.

Mindlessly, he brings his hand up to touch the mark. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"You know, your past lover must have adored your cheeks."

His fingers never cease their exploration upon your bare back. "Do you adore my cheeks?"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Well, of course I do, but we aren't talking about me."

His eyes turn into crescent moons as he tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Aren't we?"

For a moment, the room feels smaller, quieter, the air thick with emotion. It takes you a minute to discern his words, shifting through the meaning before it all clicks.

You gasp, the weight of his words sitting like a star in your chest. "Are you saying I was your past love?"

"I mean, if the shoe fits." His lips tilt up, and the pad of his thumb finds its way across your own cheek.

He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he whispers, with enough sincerity to make gardens blossom in your heart, "there's a freckle for every world I have called you mine."

It all hits you right then—the depth in which you feel for him. It's dizzying, disorienting in the best of ways. You hold love itself in between your palms. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes, slipping into your sealed lips and dripping down to your chin.

Thousands of years ago, his lover whispered the stars on his skin, for now, pressed upon his cheeks will be their story, etched into the very person in which it was born.

This is just a chapter, and maybe a million years into the future you'll be here again, sharing kisses and cherry chapstick until the brownies burn. He'd hold you here forever, over and over, until time slipped past the universe's grip and his book shuts.

Felix can't help but chuckle at the complexity of his thoughts, and when you look back up at him with those big, bright eyes, it all snaps back into perspective. It was all quite simple, really.

He laces his fingers into your hair, leaning forward to seal your lips together once more.

If Felix got to choose his story, every chapter would be filled with you.

loosely based off this fic here by @luvtak! go check it out it's literally the best fic i've ever read!!

[ybklix]

hold me & explore me

༄˖°.🍂 pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

⊹ ⁺ ˳ ❀ SUMMARY: Something inexplicable has happened to you since you met that cute guy that your mind can’t stop idealizing him and imagining the craziest things, which started as a fling, in your mind is turning into something sweet

𝜗୧ ♡ genre — warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fluff, softdom!felix, strangers to lovers, breeding kink, marking, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m rec), handjob, cum eating, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie. ೀ word count: 8.4k

♡ juno by sabrina carpenter ♡

masterlist - taglist ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

a/n: this was a felix bday fic... - finally dusted off in june 2025, the only part missing from the fic was the smut lol

You met Lee Felix the weekend you were visiting your parents because it was your little sister’s birthday party, the same period it was his, and you both happened to met at the same place for almost the same reason.

You were relaxed, you had finished your college work so you could spend a pleasant weekend at home with your family without having to stress academically and on Monday you had to go back to reality. But at that instant you were there, in line at the supermarket waiting for your turn, with your little sister next to you, curious about her surroundings, looking around and gently holding on to your jeans, you weren’t paying that much attention, but it was inevitable to see his long blond hair, his slim build with a leather jacket and the slight surprise you got from hearing such a manly voice coming from such a slim build.

It was Felix, who at that precise instant you knew nothing about him and paid no attention to. It was a quiet Saturday morning and there were still some things missing for Juliet’s party so your parents asked you if you could help them with the shopping and your sister joined you, she was so excited that she even woke up early, while you were a little tired, mentally going over your list of everything you had to buy, feeling that you were missing nothing.

The boy in front of you was about to pay, to which he pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans so he had to move his jacket, at that moment, Juliet saw something that caught her attention so much and sucked in air in amazement.

“Pikachu!” Juliet exclaimed.

She had seen a medium-sized stuffed keychain of said character hanging on the blond boy’s pant belt loop. Your face burned with embarrassment, you had heard her, in fact, even the boy listened, turning to look at you both in confusion, first he saw you, with his big brown eyes and his gaze softened as he looked down and met a little girl.

You blamed your older brother for a moment, who when he visited your parents would marathon Pokemon and other anime you were sure it was about that boy with the hat, along with your little sister who absorbed absolutely everything you guys did.

The boy stole your breath, even though you experienced a slightly embarrassing moment as you were gently judged by his gaze. The boy smiled, his look seemed so tender to you, almost like he was scared and expressed ‘Pikachu, where?’. He understood immediately and shook his keychain a little, while you thought at your brother was pathetic, but from a pretty man with long dyed blond hair it was just adorable, he was ready to say something sweetly to Juliet, a girl unknown to him, but quickly turned back to the cashier who uncomfortably cleared her throat as she blushed at the simple act of seeing him again, the boy smiled broadly at her, being polite, but you could see how a big welded almost fell on her knees in her own shift at about 10: 30 a. m., by a nice man.

“Oh yeah” he spoke, embarrassed and turning to pay, handing her his card.

Felix loved children. He was a faithful believer that they were holy creatures always seeking good because they didn’t even know what evil was.

The actions seemed more tender to you, he had such a unique appearance, his features were also thin and fine, he had round but sharp eyes, freckles accompanying his face and big lips. You had seen him just that moment ago when he turned around and made eye contact with you for two seconds, you could quickly deduce then that he was shopping with his sister or some relative because she was identical to him, she had almost the same face, only with straight and neat brown hair.

You were about to think more about the boy in front of you, since there was something about him… so inexplicable and unique, but a call from your older brother interrupted you and you had to answer. And, unnoticed, Juliet slipped away, pulling off the perfect robbery of stealthily taking Felix’s keychain, he thanked the cashier and walked with his sister out of the place. You were still on the call while your eyes followed the blond boy, who only turned around, giving a warm smile to Juliet, who in turn was hiding the little Pikachu. You hadn’t turned to look at Juliet, you lost yourself for a second in the boy’s pretty look while you kept your cell phone to your ear and at the same time discharged the things from the shopping cart, thinking before losing sight of him that it was nice to see pretty people and to think for a second that attractive people just exist and walk around, living a normal life, if that’s the case, just hanging around.

The young cashier did her job quickly and you carried the purchases to your parents’ car, making sure your well-behaved little sister held on to your clothes and walked along with you, but in the middle of the parking lot, approaching the cars she again exclaimed cheerfully:

“Pikachu!”

You turned to see her as something so normal and noticed her raising her little arm while happily shaking the exact same keychain you saw the boy with a few minutes ago. You opened your eyes in fright.

“Juliet! Where did you get that? Don’t tell me you took it from that guy.”

“Duh! It was so cute, sissy, I wanted it.”

She replied tenderly with her bright eyes, calling you sissy for sister.

“Juliet!” you were about to complain to her, slightly upset for some reason, but you saw her huge eyes in her so innocent little face and softened your tone since talking angry to her wouldn’t fix anything and would make her feel bad, “You can’t do that, take things that aren’t yours no matter how much you want it, okay? It’s wrong.”

“Why? Suzy Choi does it all the time, she says you should take whatever you want” she looked at you genuinely confused.

You sighed, thinking of a little five year old girl stealing, finding it mildly funny.

“Well, it’s wrong. Tell Suzy when you see her doing it.”

She pouted, “Then what should I do to Pikachu if he’s not mine?”

You noticed her tender tone of regret and her face no longer reflected the same happiness, she was worried, “I’m sorry, Y/n” she mumbled.

“It’s okay… you should tell that to the boy” you quickly raised your eyes, in search of the blond male.

You were a bit panicked for some reason, no one wants their little sister to be a thief and you hoped she truly understood. You figured it hadn’t been long since the boy had been out and there was a small chance he was still there… plus the parking lot wasn’t that big after all and… spinning around and searching by look you saw him, his shiny hair standing out anywhere, he was somewhat withdrawn from you and was just closing the trunk of a black car, ready to get in. You picked up the key ring.

“Look, there he is!” you said to her.

You hesitated for a moment whether to give it back to him… but if you didn’t you’d keep it, or have Juliet keep it or else she wouldn’t learn a lesson, so you grabbed her arm and took the cart too. You walked quickly and embarrassedly managed to shout, “Heeyy, hey!”. The boy was already about to get into his car, you kept shouting losing hope, but suddenly, he stopped from getting into his car and turned his eyes out of curiosity hearing screams, finding you both going towards his direction and seeing him.

He saw you with confusion, not sure if it was him you were talking to, so he looked to his sides in confusion, but there was no one but more cars with no people in them. So he slowly walked to you with unsteady steps. You slowed your pace as you saw him approaching you.

“Something wrong?” he said in his thick voice, raising an eyebrow.

You were catching your breath as you were a bit shaken, plus the guy looked so good up close, sounded good and smelled good, he was just unreal up close.

“I’m sorry… it’s just… my little sister, she has something to tell you.”

To him you looked tender, trying to catch your breath, but at the same time he was puzzled, he felt a great relief to hear you say that it was your sister and not your daughter, he had nothing against that… but it was something that would be a little hard for him to assimilate, since you had caught his attention from the first instant.

He lowered his gaze, placing his hands on his knees to be almost at her height, remembering the little girl with joy and his gaze lit up instantly, you knew from the start that he was one of those sweet boys who liked and got along well with children… something extremely rare to see.

“Pikachu… I took your Pikachu without permission, I’m sorry sir, it was just that it was really cute and I really liked it” your sister stammered once she felt the older boy’s light and warm gaze on her.

He found it amusing the way she was called him sir… he was almost 24, but the innocence of children though; then he suddenly frowned, thinking internally, ‘my keychain…’ as he patted his pants in search of his object to no avail. But he didn’t see his keychain in Juliet’s hands as they were empty, because you had it, so he slowly looked up as he straightened back up, finding the stuffed animal in your hands, you blushed for some reason and just abruptly extended your arm to give it to him, while inaudibly telling him so he could read your lips a, “Take it.”

You hoped he wouldn’t soften his heart and end up giving it to the little girl, leaving her without a lesson. But, as much as he wanted to do that, the keychain was important as it had been gifted to him by his best friend Seungmin on his trip to Japan. He took it.

“Isn’t it wrong to take things that aren’t yours without the other person knowing…?” you spoke, looking at your sister and he caught on instantly.

“Ahh yes, very wrong. But I’m glad you recognized it, thank you” he commented sweetly with a smile.

“Sorry” pleaded the girl looking into his eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, this Pikachu already has a home… but maybe I’ll give you one so you can give him a home too.”

Juliet’s eyes lit up, he didn’t know why he was promising things to strangers… or he did. Children were his sensitive spot, he adored them. His dream was to have a family, to take care of them, to give them love and a home, to have children raised close to the same age range, and to be bonded like he was with his sisters. In addition to his usual job and already-graduated career, he was part of a donation and volunteer organization exclusively for infants.

“Really?” Juliet was already excited.

“What’s your name?” he leaned over to her again.

“Juliet!”

You almost rolled your eyes, because she said her name to a stranger and because she would get what she wanted anyway, as if with your parents wasn’t enough, now she would be capricious with the cute guy you liked. You wanted Juliet’s luck for a second because the guy had his attention on her and saw her so purely, making him look even cuter. But he didn’t dare to look in your direction, as you were making him nervous and shy, despite being so sociable, when he sees someone he likes… he turns into a different person.

“Wait here a second, Juliet. I’m Felix, by the way.”

You thought that, of course, the only way you knew his name was from your little sister… And Felix quickly made his way to his car, opening the back and pulling out of it a stuffed animal of the much-acclaimed character of about 30 centimeters. Juliet sighed again in surprise with her happy face and sparkling eyes. You have to be kidding, you thought, how many plushies can a man in his twenties have with him, taking them everywhere he goes. You were about to refuse the gift, but modesty did not yet exist in your little sister’s excited body.

“For me? Thank you, Felix! It’s the best birthday present!”

She took the stuffed animal as he smiled at him.

“Oh, wow, happy birthday, Juliet!” he smiled, showing his teeth and narrowing his eyes.

After that, it was just nervous giggles and your disbelief that Juliet’s cuteness has its advantages and has taken the attention of the boy you liked for a moment.

However, your second encounter was hours later, in a famous bakery. You were about to pick up Juliet’s cake since you returned to run a few errands. When you entered, there he was again, waiting behind the counter, to what he told you, he was also there for his cake because his birthday was the next day, but he was celebrating with his family that very Saturday. This time, you were alone, and somehow… you felt a spark, your first butterflies, so genuine for a boy you barely knew. It was so cute the way you both talked so little, but said so many things to each other with your eyes, and you liked him even more after the sweet way he treated your sister and how he talked sweetly about his family, you asked him how old he was, a 24-year-old man, sweet, choosing to spend his birthday with his family, you didn’t believe it, you thought it was too perfect to be true. Then he blurted out a comment that made you shudder.

“We keep running into each other, at this point, we have to get to know each other.”

And you did. You spent his birthday with a guy you barely knew, he picked you up in the afternoon and you talked for hours in a park and he took you out to lunch, which you insisted you pay for since it was his birthday, but he declined. You asked him about his plans for his birthday, to which he said that he had already celebrated with his friends on Friday and that the rest of the days he wanted to stay with his family, since he rarely saw them because of his demanding job as a systems engineer in an important company, plus he was planning to go away as a volunteer for Christmas, which hurt his mother a little, but made her happy for the big heart he had. You swore that every word that came out of Felix’s mouth made your heart pound, you didn’t know how such a good man could have been there, living his life, you wanted him for yourself, the best part was that he was one hundred percent available. The reason you bumped into each other too much was that you lived in the same area, he always lived there, or at least now his mother with his younger sister does, but your parents had just moved a couple of years ago while you were still busy with college, your stuff was the lightest to carry, your whole life now belonged to school, which you expressed to Felix and he understood perfectly the highs and lows of a college life and a college student.

You were mesmerized by him, he was so nice and cute that the first thing you did when you were at college on Monday was the tiny mistake of excitedly telling your best friends that you had met a cute guy, who was so fucking family oriented and seemed like a dream for you. And like a modern romance, you exchanged numbers and kept texting, you’d tell him you were headed to a certain class and he’d randomly send you a picture of his keyboard at work, sweetly killing you with love, you were lost, slowly not knowing how out of nowhere someone was turning your world upside down when you had no dating plans at all, but Felix…

Your best friends approved completely, they thought it was unreal the way his face was, so perfect and cute. They spent long minutes watching every post on his Instagram in detail, having a comment for every single one of his posts.

And you proudly expressed that his personality is a thousand times better, that he was genuinely a nice person, you didn’t say it, however all the sweet and nice thoughts and words were stored in your mind. For a moment you thought what you must have done right all of a sudden to be lucky enough to meet him. And the week for you seemed so long, at least Monday through Friday since you didn’t get to see each other all the time. You recognized that something was happening to you… something you had never felt for anyone else, it seemed ridiculously silly the quick way you were taking in your feelings, but you seriously liked Felix. You wanted to meet him, you absolutely wanted him for yourself, god, you were so immersed in the issue that without thinking about it you were already idealizing a perfect life with him, you couldn’t help it, he was so cute, he made you want to fall in love.

It was Thursday and he had given you little hints to know if you spent every day at the university, what times you had available and he tenderly gave you his schedule, he worked from 9 to 5 like any normal person, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he attended the organization he was part of from 6 to 10 p.m. and usually always came to his apartment after work, on Sundays he went to church and sometimes he sees his best friends on the weekends. You almost bit your pillow when he told you all that… plus he never officially asked you out, so you couldn’t hold back any longer and told him that Saturday you would be free and could get out of the college town area and could you see each other, to which he quickly said yes.

And the day came. For you, it was one of those days that happened once a month, no, it wasn’t your period, it was your ovulation days and suddenly you found Felix 100 times more handsome than usual. You already liked him, now you were suddenly crazy about him and the silly sensations of the typical butterflies in your stomach didn’t help you much.

He invited you to a fancy Italian restaurant for dinner, you were as nervous as Felix was, who didn’t exactly know what would be the best first date so he desperately asked one of his friends and suggested a good dinner, the poor guy was looking for hours for the best restaurants and services there could be because he really liked you and wanted the best of you… as well as a good impression of him. So he picked you up outside a small coffee shop that was a few blocks from your campus. Felix was dressed in blue jeans, white shirt and a black varsity jacket accompanying his outfit with necklaces, chains and bracelets and you didn’t know how to react to it… or you did know only that your thoughts were silent.

When you arrived… he was so cute and gentlemanly but suddenly you started chatting and you had forgotten how excellently delicious his voice was, you saw his face in detail, the way he moved his lips and suddenly your senses cancelled the noise around and there was only his thick voice reaching your ears.

It didn’t feel real, it was like a dream, a perfect date with the perfect guy, like a movie. You were so used to a quiet life.

You were so focused on him, listening to what he had done in his office today, when a high-pitched noise of a boy screaming while running startled you a little and distracted you both. Felix watched him run around your table and then his mother coming after him with a chagrined face as Felix laughed softly with tenderness and his marked Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably. The young and dolled up woman carried the shaken child, then handed him over to a man who you both assumed was the father. You and Felix watched the three of them slowly leave. A nice family of three. You felt something strange, almost as if you could see your future being exactly like that, a very pretty mother. You thought about it for a short second but you thought you were thinking nonsense, then you looked at Felix, who still had his eyes averted to the direction they were going. He had a very cute smile on his face.

“They’re just kids…” he commented softly. “Only they can scream as much as they want because they don’t control their emotions yet, they don’t even know what an emotion is…” he spoke, almost in a whisper.

You smiled tenderly. “You should’ve been a preschool teacher” you added amused.

Felix was still staring blankly, until you caught his attention, turning to stare at you with his big, bright brown eyes, still wearing the smile on his face.

“Mmm, I still think my passion is technology” he answered, “But I do adore children, I want to have children, about as… as many as my future wife chooses, but I want to take care of them and raise them, that is part of my future plan” he commented, surprising you and filling you with an inexplicable tenderness and a wave of purity, if everything went well, if he could love you and continue to do it well, with some naivety you strongly desired to be that wife and mother of whom he speaks, “What about you?”

Felix looked at you gently, waiting for an answer.

“Future plans? Aham, finish college, a job, an apartment” you replied, joking with a slight tone of sarcasm, you knew exactly what he meant.

It was a very strange first date… who talks about wanting kids and marriage on their first date when you’re supposed to be so young, most your age wouldn’t even dare the thought of it as a joke. It was as if Felix had a young but pure and slightly conservative soul.

He laughed cockily for a second, making him look incredibly attractive, he was cute and sweet… but you couldn’t help but look at him with eyes of desire as well.

You wanted him now, you needed him, you wanted to kiss him and be touched by him, you hoped he wasn’t conservative at least in sex, you wondered what a night of sex with Felix would be like at the same time as a nice night spent with him, you wondered a lot about him, there were so many things you wanted to explore with him. You were horny and he made you want to fall in love, like everything had color, the flowers smelled stronger and more beautiful all around, the birds were singing and suddenly love and everything was absolutely worth it.

“I mean…” he said, but took it back in seconds, “Well, forget it” he replied apologetically.

A slight blush tinged his freckled cheeks, he got shy, because he also liked you too much and it was his first date and he didn’t want to look like a desperate nut for wanting to start a family with someone he had just met, even though he would do it with you without thinking about it, that’s how intense you made him.

“No, no, you can tell me anything” you replied softly, even though you knew exactly what he was holding back from telling you, you wanted to hear him ask you, ask you exactly what your hormonal period was preparing you for just now.

Felix pressed his lips together, licking them slightly shyly, “Do you want to have children? Sure, if it’s okay to ask” once again he blushed, nothing between the two of you was common, you wanted to have everything soon after.

You both stared at each other, hungry for each other but holding back between intense, complicit glances.

That had been a question that could define everything and something very important for Felix, if you said no, he would understand completely, he would still get to know you… but it would be a disappointment for him because he had already fantasized about the perfect image of you as a family, he liked you too much and he couldn’t help it. A wide smile formed on your face, it was adorably hot, if it’s with Felix… you could have as many children as you could raise, your parents had 3, at first it was always you and your brother… but Juliet was a miraculous oversight. Just looking at Felix and meeting him… if he is already cute, imagine having another mini version of him, to raise them and watch them grow from scratch, you would die of tenderness. You moved your face a little closer, getting completely lost in him and nodded.

“I honestly haven’t thought it through because…. I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who would ask me such a thing” you joked, to which Felix embarrassedly grimaced, being so transparent and expressive. “But yes, I’d like to” you replied shyly.

“Good” he nodded, murmuring shyly.

You looked at him, mesmerized by every aspect of his face and said:

“You must have been a good kid. A cute one.”

He blushed again.

“What. No… not at all, I was just a normal kid.”

After a couple more conversations, Felix had a hard time talking bout love and you understood it, it was only your first date but he confessed that his parents were divorced. He said little things like he had his father’s voice, and that he and his younger sister looked like him, you walked around a bit, watching the stars between nervous giggles, and then, eight words that shook your body:

“Do you want to go to my apartment?”

After the cutest night, your mind could only think of one thing when alone. You adored that he was tender and sweet, yet mature enough to have a job and his own place to live alone.

The closer you got to the parking lot of his building, the tension between you grew more and more, it was evident that you were both thinking about something neither of you dared to say.

Felix parked his car, and as soon as he turned it off, the soft music that accompanied you both stopped. You were both slightly uncomfortable as you didn’t know what would happen next.

“You live… alone, don’t you?” you said suddenly, unable to bear the silence.

“Yes” he replied, his voice sounding slightly thicker than usual, which caught your attention, almost bristling your skin, you turned to see him. Felix continued talking, slightly nervous to have your full attention on him, “I used to live with a friend… but he moved to another apartment.”

You lost yourself in Felix again, his complexion behind the wheel, his soft licking of lips… You thought it was time to ask for something you wouldn’t regret taking a chance on, since you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Ahh, yeah? Moved to a better apartment?” you teased him, turning your body in the seat, creating some noise in the warm, quiet interior of the car.

Felix finally saw you, your very confident posture and bright eyes asking for something… something that intrigued him, and he wanted to know what it was.

“Hey, no, the apartment is nice, do you want to go up now?”

You nodded excitedly, but sighed in disappointment as Felix quickly got out of the car. You had already visualized the steamy scene of the two of you kissing passionately and making out wildly in the car as you unbuckled your seatbelt and sat on his lap. His lap, you thought, you wanted to be there, you wanted his hands on your waist while your lips collided with his, you wanted the warmth of his body next to yours, you sighed, because you had found a gentleman who rushed to open the door for you when you were about to get out.

You smiled slightly as you entered the elevator, thinking about how someone you had just met suddenly brought all your emotions to the brink. You were excited, almost wanting to bite the tip of your finger because now you knew what was coming next.

“Felix,” you called, and he turned to look at you, his body relaxed against the elevator walls. He raised his eyebrows. “It’s a very nice date... because... it’s not over yet.” He smiled, and you slowly approached him, stopping inches away from him. Finally, you whispered close to his lips, “But you know what would make it better?”

Felix laughed, widening his arrogant smile, and looked at you intently, letting you get closer to him, leaving you just a small push away from brushing his lips.

“What?” he replied, his deep voice echoing in every part of your body, which was beginning to stir with excitement just from his presence and the nonexistent distance between your bodies.

Felix wanted to hear you say it, to sweetly ask that...

“That we kiss now.”

There were no words to describe the immense joy that took hold of his body; it had been a long time since he had met someone he liked so much. It only took a little push, a subtle movement for you to finally touch lips. The tingling in your stomach returned, and your restless, nervous hands found their way to touch his body, moving from his waist to deepen the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently stroked his long hair. Felix held you tightly by the waist, pressed his body closer to yours, and sought to move in sync with your lips.

You lost track of time. Each kiss, each caress, became more desperate and restless. You were completely surprised when his mouth forced yours open to make way for his mischievous tongue. Things were escalating just the way you had dreamed. Your knees felt weak, and he was full of surprises because, in your mind, he seemed like such a sweet and tender man. You even thought he would become shy after the kissing and touching session was over. In your mind, he respected you too much to he would stop kissing and find a way to distract you so as not to move too fast on your first date because you knew he was taking you seriously and not just as a quick fuck he could take home... or at least that’s what you fantasized about. And that was fine, you loved his delicacy. You would love for him to do that, which you could almost visualize, and you were fine with it. It would be a sweet and tender date, and at least you dared to kiss and give little hints that you want something more intense the next time you see each other.

But that fantasy was too sweet to be true. Felix was a man with the same desire you had for him at that moment.

His grip on your waist and his hands exploring your body were intense. He held you tightly, running his hands down your back, and that only made you more aroused. The throbbing in your pussy increased, you could feel the delicacy of your wetness spreading in your panties; and you discovered that his intentions were more than just sweet, more than just hot kisses involving tongues and shorten breaths, when you finally felt his arousal pressing against your body. It was mutual. His erection rubbed softly against you, almost making him tremble and moan into your mouth. Felix needs you. Right now.

Without realizing it, the elevator opened, taking you to the top floor of the building where Felix’s apartment was located.

You had to separate, out of necessity. Otherwise, you could have remained lost in each other’s mouths. You looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed at first, your cheeks turning pink, and a slight warmth spreading through your bodies. The attraction and need you felt for each other was so obvious.

“Let’s go,” Felix said, taking your hand.

You let him do it and looked at him... his hand holding yours and him quickening his pace to guide you a short distance to his door. Your heart raced even faster at that moment, not because you were going to enter his apartment and surely fuck him—although that was a big part of it—but because of the soft sensation of his hand with yours. It was so nice and sweet that you never wanted to let go. You watched him closely as he entered the code to his apartment with his other hand without letting go of you. Felix was so attractive and attentive that maybe you were falling in love.

The little magic didn’t last long, as he let go of you as soon as you entered his apartment.

“This is it,” he said, immediately turning on the lights in his home.

You stood shyly behind him and took in the place. You could see the details of a well-decorated space, decorated by his mother, who is an interior designer, and Felix mentioned that, had let her do it.

He turned and looked at you. His face reflected sweetness, his thick lips still swollen and bright pink... but his gaze was certainly dark.

Felix had a purpose as soon as he knew what you both wanted that night. His erection was bothering him and making him more and more impatient, especially when it came to you. So you saw him approach you dangerously, his thin frame breathing heavily, and witnessing him like that sent a strong tingle to your lower body. He was as turned on as you were at that very moment.

You didn’t back away, you stood still and let him grab your waist somewhat roughly. His face came close to yours, and you reveled in the sweet sight of every detail of his face just inches away from you. His freckles, his cute lips, his big dark eyes... and he said, slowly and slightly dominantly, almost making you tremble:

“Do you kiss on the first date?”

You couldn’t help yourself. His heavy breathing hit your face, and you smiled broadly in response.

“Oh, I can fuck on the first date as long as it’s with you.”

He chuckled, amused, a kind of beautiful smile, and kissed you again. This time it was more provocative at first, slow, seductive. His soft lips played with yours, but the hauntingly pleasurable sound of your mouths colliding only made you more aroused.

The kiss became desperate and dirty, and the real action began as soon as he decided to escalate things, caressing your ass and thighs under your dress. And that’s where it all started.

Felix touched you exactly how you wanted him to. His soft lips moved down your chin, your neck, your collarbones. He breathed deeply against your skin, holding back the occasional soft gasp, and inhaled the scent of your perfume, while his mouth played with you, licking and biting your skin, just as intense as you had dreamed any experience with him would be. His teeth clamped down on your neck, sucking gently but intensely enough to make you sigh and leave a red, violent mark on you.

You were his now, and that drove you both crazy.

At the same time, his hands held your ass and thighs tightly, he caressed your skin as if he didn’t want to let go, and it was just when he reached your sensitive spot that you moaned his name, capturing his attention, and he responded with intense eye contact and a mischievous, naughty smile while his mouth continued to abuse your skin. That was just an incentive for him.

So he continued, his cock throbbing in his pants, knowing that you were enjoying his caresses and his lips exploring your skin. Felix rubbed your clit over your panties, making you moan in response. He was so impatient; it had been a long time since he had touched someone like that and felt such magnetism and sexual desire, that it all built up inside him. He liked you too much, his desire for you and his high sex drive led him to abruptly pull down your panties, exposing your pussy.

Felix felt you. He pulled away from you to appreciate you, to appreciate the little mess you were, with a few hickeys on your neck and collarbones and your face, your lips about to babble his name, you biting them trying to hold back moans, your body tense, letting yourself be carried away by him, by the sensation of his warm hand, lost lustfully under your dress.

He pinched your clit, pressed it and caressed it in circles, playing with it and stimulating it as much as he wanted. Until he remembered the sensation of it on his fingerprints, until he had you completely needy in front of him. Felix kept a half-smile, enjoying watching you try to hold on to him because your legs were betraying you.

He was surprising you quite a bit. Yes, he was older than you and probably had more experience... but you never saw it coming with that sweet, handsome face, that tender appearance he always kept.

Felix could feel how wet you were, cursing and stammering under his breath. You were paradise. His fingers slid between your folds, the wet, slippery feel of your pussy between his fingers almost making him want to cum in his pants right there. He tentatively teased your entrance and spread all your wetness across your vulva, reveling in the feel of your labia and the smooth skin of your pussy. He couldn’t take it anymore, he closed his eyes deeply, clearly enjoying you, so wet, excited, and needy for him that he licked his lips and slipped two fingers inside you without warning.

“Mmm, Felix.”

A soft moan, followed by more groans, was all you could express. Your body was trembling, asking for more and more of him. His fingers thrust into you with precision, the sounds filling his apartment with vulgarity that night.

You stared at him intensely, your chest rising and falling as you took each thrust of his fingers that left you weak. Felix was enjoying the inside of your pussy receiving his fingers, which he knew would soon be replaced by his cock. He couldn’t wait, but he found it so difficult to stop touching you. Every part of him wanted to remember every sensation of you. However, in a quick and desperate move, as you mischievously and shamelessly lowered your gaze, your hands went to his pants. His erection showing through the denim made your mouth water, so you started to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, pull down his zipper, and finally pull his pants down a little.

You looked at him and then stared at his boxers. First, you caressed him through the fabric, and then you shyly but boldly slipped your hand into his underwear. You bit your lip as your hand found the rigid shape of his cock, your arm brushing delicately against the skin of his pubis, and your hand lost itself in the sensation of his throbbing, sensitive, hard penis.

Felix let you do it and looked at your tender face, excited to be touching him.

You fondled him like that at first, because you were a little shy about taking out his cock so unexpectedly, but the movements of his fingers increased in you, he was fucking you with a certain brutality in contrast to your soft caresses, and in a desperate act, you thought fuck it, and pulled down his boxers, exposing his aroused cock.

It was perfect. Better than you could have imagined, you wanted it inside your pussy right now, fucking you until you got dizzy cock-drunk.

You took his length and stroked it, not missing a single damn detail of his manhood—the length, thickness, and texture of his cock, his testicles, his perfect pink tip covered in a few shy drops of precum.

Felix threw his head back, enjoying every stroke. He didn’t lose the rhythm of his fingers working on your pussy, so there you were, both completely surrendered to pleasure, masturbating each other at the entrance to his apartment.

You looked at his attractive face, moaning and enjoying the pleasure you were giving him, but sometimes you looked down at his cock with vulgarity. You couldn’t help it, it looked so dirty, and he looked so needy, your hand moving up and down his genitals was simply such an addictive visual stimulation, just what you needed at that moment when you were so horny. Felix caught you watching him—you salivating, licking your lips, almost drooling, which made Felix smile arrogantly.

“You want to taste it, don’t you? Go on, sweetheart, do it. Get on your knees and do it right for me.”

His voice made you tremble, but it was true. You wanted to taste it, you wanted to use his cock in so many ways, sexually. You looked him in the eyes one last time before obeying him. He took his hands off you, and you felt empty. You knelt down, without letting go of his member, and with your heart beating fast, almost up to your throat, you gathered your courage, stuck out your tongue, and began to taste his cock, to delight in it, licking and sucking it at your own pace, bringing Felix to ecstasy. You felt his body tremble, and his whimpers made him vibrate with every fiber of his manly being.

He took your hair and let your mouth guide itself. Your pussy couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted to touch yourself but at the same time you didn’t want to stop pleasing Felix. He looked at you, with desire and affection, your sweet lips taking his cock, choking and drooling on it.

“You take it, soo, soo well, love.”

Felix couldn’t hold back any longer. The idea of filling you with his semen was so cruel, dirty, and so real, a fantasy so close to becoming reality if you continued in the exquisite way you were doing right now. He was going to cum. You felt him so close that you deliberately sucked with more consistency and intensity; you could already feel him, so surrendered and devoted to you, his warm cock filling your mouth and trembling for you. You were sucking him so heavenly that with a loud, trembling whimper, he came inside your mouth, leaving you with the satisfying sensation of his semen hitting the inside of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Felix gasped and babbled.

You took as much as you could and pulled out his cock, still trembling in orgasm, causing a few drops to fall to the floor and a little on your dress. And your face was a bit of a mess, makeup smeared, his fluids and your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, yet you swallowed his cum with satisfaction, that’s how crazy Felix had made you. You needed and wanted everything from him.

You looked back at the dirty scene of his used cock, glistening, stimulated, its tip covered in white in front of you.

“Let’s go to my room. Now.” he ordered, more seriously.

You were catching your breath, but you stood up anyway, wiped your mouth, and Felix led you to his room, once again taking your hand. He turned on the light, but at that point you were so horny, so overwhelmed, that you couldn’t admire the place. Your eyes and every fiber of your being were focused on him. Only him and an immense desire to be his again and again, to be adored, held, and explored by him.

He was so damn sensitive, but his stigma didn’t fade, not for you, not until he made you his.

Felix quickly took off his jacket, and you understood his desperation as he began to undress. You swallowed nervously, watching him lasciviously as he took off his shirt to reveal his slim build, his abdomen with defined abs, completely removing his shoes, his jeans, and every garment. You noticed that he was still erect, and that made you happily eager. Everything about him impressed you and made you so hot, like you had never been before, like you had never needed someone before. You could even feel the heat of your body, almost burning, your temperature genuinely rising because of him and the imminent connection you were both about to have.

You snapped out of your trance once you saw him completely naked, and he was already approaching you. You understood that you had to take off your dress quickly, but he stopped you, whispering in a rough but tender voice:

“Let me do it, honey.”

Felix put his hands back on your body, but this time they somehow burned more intensely on you. You let him undress you completely while he caressed you, your back, tits, thighs, and when both your bodies were finally vulnerable, ready to surrender, he stood in front of you again, appreciating you and your nude body, joining bodies and foreheads, kissing you slowly and delicately, his hands caressing and gently cupping your breasts.

When you separated, he whispered softly to you again: “Lie down on the bed, please, sweetheart.”

With your body still trembling in the same state of exquisite desire and sexual pleasure, you lay down on his bed and shyly opened your legs for him. Felix admired your naked, lying body, your vulnerable femininity exposed and glistening, ready for him, and he positioned his body on top of yours, so close and intimate.

You saw him take a condom from his nightstand, and looking so tender with his big, bright eyes, he was about to put it on.

You looked at him lovingly. He was so cute and naive, wanting to use protection when all you wanted was all his cum around you if possible, you were so feral. You were still so turned on, your chest still rising and falling intensely. You wanted everything from him, that your old thought was no joke. You wanted to use his cock in so many ways, and him cumming in your mouth was just a small fantasy fulfilled, but cumming inside you and penetrating you like that without protection was an even better fantasy.

You chuckled softly, getting his attention.

“Fuck the condom. Just fuck me, Felix. Do it now, please. Don’t you want to have kids?”

He looked at you in surprise, his heart pounding, having barely opened the condom wrapper.

“You’ll let me get you pregnant?” His voice rough, tick, he chuckled.

Fuck, creaming and filling you up would be a dream to him. To knock you off and make you his woman forever.

You nodded with a big smile and watched him throw away the condom. You knew that Felix’s children would be beautiful with his DNA. You could almost fantasize about him filling you completely, marking his territory by making you his property.

Finally, he slid his cock into your pussy. He slid into you so deeply that you both let out a sigh. His rhythm was gut-wrenching, slow and intense, sharing such an intimate moment as you looked into each other’s eyes. He kissed you and went down as far as he could, to your sensitive neck and the curve of your breasts, exploring you, tickling you with his long blond hair. Your legs and arms wrapped around him.

Everything with Felix was sweet at first, his cock and cum were sweet, his movements and thrusts were sweet, but he always increased his pace, his patience ran out and desire took hold of him, leading him to fuck you hard, mercilessly, holding you under his body while yours moved abruptly with each intense thrust and you dug your nails into his back. His grunts grew rougher, the sweet sight of his angelic face became blurred... you could reach orgasm like this, but you were eager.

“Let me be on top. I wanna ride you,” you begged breathlessly.

You wanted to try so many things with him, different positions, new dialogue, you were crazy about him. You hoped you could continue seeing him, get to know him better... or at least tonight, have more than just one round. You were so fucking horny.

“Anything you ask, beautiful.”

Felix quickly pulled out of you and in one swift movement, he lay back and you moved nimbly to get on top of him.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

You took his cock and let yourself fall gently, being slightly sensitive from Felix’s previous violent and pleasurable thrusts.

And he let you ride him, let you sit on him so deeply that you both whimpered and crushed his testicles, sliding your tight pussy up and down his length, swinging and jumping on it.

Felix held your waist while helping you guide yourself, setting the delicious rhythm. He caressed your abdomen, played with your breasts, caressing and squeezing them, took your neck and face, delighting in you while both of you made a perfectly executed mess—the sounds of your wetness, of both sexes colliding, and the gasps of both of you clouding the atmosphere.

When you felt that you were both so close, when your eyes almost rolled back, you moved closer to him, increasing your movements on him, desperate, messy. Felix encouraged you to orgasm with soft whimpers, holding you tightly by your hips and stimulating you by taking your breasts, licking and biting them as you had to rubbed them against his face.

“There you go, cum for me princess. Oh, fuck, make me cum and take every fucking drop. Oh, please, please, be a good girl.”

Finally, you reached climax, trembling and breathless, whimpering his name. He came, whimpering, just after feeling your walls squeeze his cock when you came. You reveled once more, this time in the sensation of his cock trembling inside you and his semen filling your pussy and running down the length of Felix still buried inside you.

You let yourself fall gently onto his chest, close to his neck, with his cock inside you and the aftermath of both sexes throbbing. He stroked your hair, letting you rest on him, sharing agitated heartbeats. There was so much connection between you.

“That was great,” he whispered. “Don’t you want to stay the night? We can watch a movie.”

That caught your attention. You were barely recovering, feeling every inch of you throbbing. Felix gently took your face in his hands and looked at you tenderly, with something else you weren’t sure you could express yet.

“Or we could have even more fun,” you joked with a smile.

Your gesture was contagious, and he leaned in to give you a light, tender kiss on the top of your head.

Both of you knew that night had been just the beginning.

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Two lines and eight reactions

Where I made headcanons when your partner is pregnant, even if they used protection

request!

hyung line | maknae line

Han

"Ji… I'm pregnant."

He stared at the test. Then he looked at you. Then back at the test.

"What…? This is a joke, right? Where's the camera? IS THIS A TIKTOK CHALLENGE?!"

"No, Ji…"

He looked into your eyes, and then he understood. His whole body tensed. He hugged you tightly, as if you needed someone to hold you through the shaking.

"We didn't plan it. But I'm not running. I'm here. With you."

His words, though stuttered, were all I needed.

Felix

You didn't know how to say it, so you just placed the positive test in his hand. Felix looked at him. He went still. Then his eyes filled with tears.

"Is it real…? A baby?"

You nodded, scared. You expected him to back away. But he smiled, a shaky smile, and hugged you.

"You know what? Even though we didn't expect it, I already love him. I already love you both."

You leaned into his chest, and he silently stroked your back.

"We're going to do this right. I promise."

Seungmin

"I'm pregnant."

You said it quickly. Without breathing. He froze, staring at you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…"

"And what are you planning to do?"

"I don't know…"

He nodded slowly. He didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then he leaned closer, hugged you firmly, and murmured, "Then let's decide together. Whatever it is, I'm not going to let you go through this alone."

And in that moment, you knew that, even though he was scared, Seungmin had already gone into protective mode.

Jeongin

“Jeongin… we need to talk.”

You gave him the test. He took it, looked at it, and looked at you. His face paled.

“Are you saying…?”

“Yes. I'm pregnant.”

“But… we used protection! We were super careful!”

You sat up in bed. So did he. His hands were shaking.

“I don't understand…” he whispered. “But I'm not going to let you deal with this alone either.”

He leaned closer, took your hand, and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“I'm scared. But I love you. And that doesn't change.”

[leriexoxo]

Shh! Dont Tell Anyone…

Pairing: Stepbrother! Felix x Reader

Tags: Smut, 18+ mdni, forbidden sex, breeding, creampie, masturbating, voyeurism, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, risky situation, step siblings

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: She thought she was alone when she slipped her hand under the sheets—fumbling, quiet, curious. But her stepbrother heard everything from the other side of the wall. And when he finds her in the middle of it, doing it all wrong, he offers to help… just once. To show her how to feel good.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

Literally.

Or figuratively.

You squirmed beneath your sheets, biting your lower lip as your fingers fumbled between your thighs for the hundredth time tonight. Every article you read made it sound so simple—“just relax, find your rhythm, listen to your body.” And yet here you were, frustrated, flushed, and… failing.

A quiet whimper slipped past your lips before you could stop it. The kind that was half-plea, half-defeat. You didn’t know someone was walking past your door right at that moment.

You definitely didn’t know the door was cracked open.

“Y/N?”

The voice was soft, confused. Familiar.

You froze—wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights frozen—as Felix stepped just into the frame, his brows furrowing slightly. He was dressed in his usual oversized hoodie and sweats, earbuds dangling from his neck, tousled blond hair still slightly damp from his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. Then he paused. His eyes dipped.

And you knew. You knew the second his expression changed. The realization clicked behind his eyes like a light switch flipping on.

Felix blinked, his voice suddenly lower. “Were you…?”

Your heart nearly exploded in your chest.

“FELIX!” you screamed, yanking the blanket up to your chin as if it could erase what he’d just seen. “GET OUT!”

His eyes widened like saucers as he instinctively turned around, hand flying up to shield his face—as if that would help after the full two seconds of eye contact with your very naked soul.

“I—I didn’t know the door was open!” he stammered, still not looking at you. “I heard something—I thought you were hurt or crying or something!”

You buried your face in your pillow, wishing it would swallow you whole. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…”

“I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to—” He hesitated, still facing away. “Were you… trying to—y’know…?”

Silence.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

He let out a slow, shaky breath, his voice quieter now. “It’s okay. It’s… natural. Everyone does it.”

Your head snapped up. “Not everyone sucks at it.”

He turned slightly, just enough for you to catch the side of his face. “You were… having trouble?”

You bit your lip, looking away. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s never… worked. Not really.”

Another pause. The air was thick now. Electric. You could feel something shift, subtle but unmistakable.

Felix cleared his throat. “I mean… I could show you. If you want.”

Your stomach dropped. Your breath caught in your throat.

“What?”

He finally turned around, his cheeks red, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself with every word.

“I—I shouldn’t even be saying this. You’re my… you know. But I saw the way you were touching yourself and…” He glanced at you, eyes darker than before. “You’re doing it all wrong.”

Your throat was dry. “So you were watching.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “But once I did—I couldn’t not. And I just—look. If you want me to leave, I will. But if you want help…” He reached up, slowly brushing his fingers across his bottom lip, like he was imagining how you’d taste. “I can show you how to make it feel good. For real.”

You stared at him, heart thumping, body on fire, mind screaming no but your lips whispering—

“…show me.” Your voice was barely a whisper.“Please…”

That one word shattered the last bit of restraint in Felix’s eyes.

His jaw flexed as he took a slow, deep breath, like he needed to anchor himself before doing something he couldn’t take back. And yet, his touch was impossibly gentle as he stepped forward and knelt beside your bed.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice low and velvety. “I’m gonna touch you. But if you want me to stop… you just say the word, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, too dazed and needy to speak. He wasn’t just offering help—he was offering worship.

Felix reached for the edge of your blanket. His fingers brushed your trembling hand where it gripped the fabric tight around your chest. “Can I…?”

You swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah.”

He pulled the blanket down slowly, inch by inch, eyes locked on your face the entire time to catch even the tiniest flicker of discomfort. But when your bare skin was revealed, glowing soft in the low light of your bedroom, he paused—stunned.

“Fuck…” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but there was no time to be shy—not with the way his fingers were sliding up your inner thigh, slow and warm and careful, sending sparks all the way up your spine.

“Relax,” he murmured, settling between your knees. “Just breathe.”

You tried.

You really tried.

But then his thumb brushed over your clit.

You gasped—a soft, high sound—and Felix looked up immediately.

“That feel okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes…”

His eyes darkened. “Good girl.”

His touch grew more confident. He rubbed slow circles into your clit, experimenting with pressure, adjusting the rhythm each time you gasped or whimpered or arched your back. The tension in your belly coiled tighter, and it hadn’t even been a minute.

“See?” he whispered, lips curling. “You don’t need to press so hard or go so fast. Let it build…”

Then he flicked your clit lightly—once, twice—and your thighs jerked.

“Oh my god—Felix!”

He groaned under his breath at the sound of your voice, low and desperate like music in his ears. He leaned in close, eyes locked to your face as he pinched your clit gently between two fingers.

Your hips bucked, and he had to hold you down with a firm hand on your thigh.

“Shhh… you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hot against your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive. So responsive.”

You were panting now, your legs trembling, every nerve in your body focused on that one point of contact. The pleasure built like pressure in a bottle, and you could feel yourself getting closer.

And just as your whimpers turned into gasps—he stopped.

“Wait.”

Your eyes flew open. “W-Why?”

Felix brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them slowly, humming around the taste.

“I need to ask,” he said, voice rasping like sandpaper and velvet. “Do you want my fingers?”

You blinked at him, dazed. “Yes.”

“Really want them, baby? It might stretch a little at first, but I’ll go slow.”

You nodded frantically, hips already arching toward him. “I want it. I want you.”

Felix smiled, warm and wicked, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Good girl.”

He eased one finger inside, gentle and patient, curling it slowly as your body adjusted. You whimpered—more from the intensity than discomfort—and he moaned at how tight you were around just one of his fingers.

“So fucking tight… and this is just one.” He kissed your thigh again. “Can I give you another?”

“Please…”

He slid in the second finger, scissoring them slightly before curling up—just so. Your back arched instantly.

“There she is…” he murmured, fingers stroking that perfect spot deep inside you while his thumb returned to your clit. “You’re dripping, baby. You feel that?”

You were lost in it—your body writhing, thighs trembling, mouth open in helpless moans. But just before the orgasm could crash over you, Felix slowed down, pulling back slightly.

You whimpered, breathless and wrecked. “Why’d you stop—?”

“I want to use my mouth,” he said, voice suddenly low and hungry. “Can I taste you?”

Your eyes widened.

He kissed your knee softly. “Please, sweetheart. Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

His words echoed in your ears, thick with promise.

“Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

You nodded desperately, your voice broken and breathless.

“Please… please, Felix. I want it—I want your mouth so bad—”

He grinned, that cocky, smug little smirk you’d normally roll your eyes at—except now, it had your thighs clenching.

“Say it again,” he whispered as he kissed down your inner thigh, “Beg for me.”

You whined, biting your lip hard before gasping, “Please eat me out, Felix—please, I need it, I’m so close, I want your tongue—I need you.”

That did it.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between your thighs like he was starved, tongue sliding through your soaked folds with a long, sinful groan. He licked you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted—slow at first, dragging his tongue flat and firm, then focusing in on your clit with a rhythmic flick that had your whole body jerking.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft blond strands as you moaned shamelessly. “Felix—fuck—don’t stop—”

He moaned against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core like lightning, and his fingers pushed back inside you—two of them, curling deep, hitting that sweet spot like he’d mapped your body himself.

It was overwhelming—his fingers working you open from the inside, his tongue relentless on your clit, switching from flicks to gentle sucks that had your legs trembling on either side of his head.

Your climax was right there—close, desperate, building too fast to stop.

“I—I’m gonna—Felix—!”

He didn’t stop.

He sucked harder, fingers curling faster, coaxing you right over the edge.

You screamed, hips bucking, thighs squeezing around his head as the orgasm tore through you like a wildfire. It hit in waves, crashing and crashing until you were trembling under him, panting, flushed, soaked.

He only pulled back when your hips twitched from overstimulation, licking his lips slowly like he’d just finished a gourmet meal. “Taste even better than I imagined.”

Your vision was fuzzy, your body limp. “I… I can’t…”

Felix smirked. “Yes you can, baby. You’re not done.”

You blinked up at him. “What…?”

He leaned over you, his hand sliding up your thigh, slow and teasing, before his thumb pressed softly against your clit again. Your breath hitched.

He kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then whispered into your ear, “You said you needed me, right?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—God, yes—”

“What do you need, baby?”

Your hands grabbed at him, desperate, half-sobbing as you said, “I need to feel you—inside me. Please, Felix. I wanna be full—I need your cock, I need all of you—”

Felix groaned so deep it rattled in his chest.

He reached down, tugging his sweats low just enough to free himself—already hard, thick, flushed, the tip wet with arousal. He stroked himself once, twice, watching you squirm and bite your lip, totally gone for him.

“You want this?”

“More than anything.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing the head through your slick folds, watching your body react—needing it.

Felix pushed in slowly, carefully, watching every flicker of expression on your face as your walls stretched around him.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “You’re so tight, baby. Taking me so good…”

You moaned beneath him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, the burn of the stretch deliciously intense. He was thick, the kind of full that made your body feel claimed in the most dangerous, beautiful way.

“Is it too much?” he asked, pausing halfway, his voice shaking with restraint.

You shook your head quickly, gasping. “No—don’t stop—keep going—I want all of it—”

He groaned like it hurt to hold back. “Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Then he slid in the rest of the way, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. The fullness made your breath catch in your throat, your walls fluttering around him in pure overstimulated ecstasy.

You whimpered. “So deep…”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth. “You feel me, baby? All the way in?”

You nodded, moaning. “Yes—fuck—you’re so deep…”

He started to move. Slow at first—so slow—pulling out just enough to make you ache, then rolling his hips forward again with a steady rhythm that made you feel every inch.

Your nails dragged down his back. “Faster—please—don’t hold back—”

That broke something in him.

Felix gripped your thighs and slammed into you, hips snapping forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. Your back arched, toes curling as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh my God, Felix—”

He was gone. Filthy. Animalistic. His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up as he fucked into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“You feel that?” he growled, his voice rough, wrecked. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be stretched, filled—fucked properly?”

You could barely breathe, barely think—his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you, your clit throbbing from how hard he was driving into you.

“Yes—yes—yes—Felix, don’t stop—”

He reached down, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast tight circles that made your whole body spasm under him.

“You’re gonna come again,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you, baby? Gonna let your stepbrother fuck it out of you like you were made for me?”

You sobbed, hips grinding up to meet him. “I’m so close—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

“I won’t, baby,” he whispered, voice dark with lust. “You’re mine now. I’ll fuck you anytime you want—just say the word.”

The pressure exploded.

You screamed as your second orgasm ripped through you—louder, harder, messier than the first. Your body seized, pulsing around him, squeezing him so tight he cursed and stuttered in his thrusts.

“Shit—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it inside,” you begged. “Please—fill me up, I want it, want all of you—”

That sent him over.

Felix groaned deep in his chest, his body shuddering as he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot and thick, spilling inside you with twitching, jerking thrusts as he clung to your body like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

You were both a mess—sweaty, breathless, completely ruined.

He collapsed on top of you, still inside, still twitching, his face buried in your neck.

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

You giggled softly, still shaking, still stretched, filled, wrecked.

Felix hadn’t pulled out yet. He stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing heavy like you’d just sprinted through hell and back—together.

The room was quiet now. No more gasps or skin slapping or whispered filth—just the sound of your racing hearts and the electric silence crackling between you.

Then—

“…We shouldn’t have done that.”

His voice was quiet. Almost broken.

Your heart seized.

You didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the way his body fit against yours like he’d always belonged there. But he was right.

He was your stepbrother.

Felix slowly pulled out, and you winced at the overstimulation, the sudden emptiness. His cum spilled out of you onto the sheets, warm and wet and utterly damning.

You stared at the ceiling. “We just… we just did that.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, raking a hand through his hair, still out of breath. “Fuck. Fuck.”

You couldn’t stop yourself.

���I don’t regret it.”

He turned his head slowly, eyes wide—surprised. “You… don’t?”

You sat up, pulling the blanket over your bare chest, heart thudding.

“I know it’s wrong. I know we’re not supposed to want this, or each other. But Felix…” Your voice broke, heat rising in your face. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He stared at you for a long, long moment. Then his lips curled, not quite a smirk—something softer. Sadder. Like he knew the truth of what you were both tangled in.

“I don’t regret it either,” he said. “But this—us—whatever that was…” He shook his head. “We can’t be anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded. “I know.”

“But I still want you.”

You looked up, eyes locking.

The air snapped.

It was dangerous. It was filthy. It was forbidden.

And you both wanted it again.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Then take me again.”

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Authors note: This is downright filthy 😂 i’m sorry but i’m not sorry!

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Between words

Felix x Australian!reader

Summary: Felix teaches you Korean, and you surprise him by saying—“I love you.”

Word count: 602

Notes: italic words are Korean. I tried so hard to write the words in Korean but I got so confused😭😭 so some words are in Korean… sorry if it’s wrong.

“Say it again?” you ask, blinking at the Hangul scrawled across Felix’s notebook.

Felix bites his bottom lip, fighting a grin. “I love you.”

You squint. “I love… you?”

He laughs, the sound warm and teasing. “No, babe. Hae. Like—soft ‘h,’ not ‘hey.’”

You groan dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. “Why is this so hard? You speak both perfectly. I feel like my tongue’s doing gymnastics.”

He leans over, nudging your arm. “Because you’re trying too hard. Just relax. It’s not about being perfect.”

“Says the guy who was born bilingual.”

“I wasn’t,” he grins. “I just had to practice. A lot. Like you.”

You sigh and sit up again. “Alright, let’s go. I’m not backing down from this challenge.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, proud. “Okay. We’ll do some basics. ‘Hello.’”

You think for a second. “Hello?”

“Perfect!” He claps once, beaming. “See? You got that one down.”

You smile, basking in the praise. “Okay. What about ‘Where’s the bathroom?’ That seems like it’ll come in handy.”

Felix laughs again and repeats the phrase slowly, “where’s the bathroom?”

Your eyes widen. “You’re joking. That’s so long.”

“Not really. Break it up: where means where. Is the means is the. Bathroom means…. Bathroom”.

You repeat it, slowly. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Yeah!” he says, giving your thigh a squeeze. “That was great.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re only saying that because you like how I sound when I try.”

He shrugs, clearly not denying it. “Aussie accent plus Korean? Deadly combo.”

You laugh, bumping his shoulder. “Alright, Romeo. Teach me a pickup line.”

Felix raises a brow, suddenly mischievous. “You sure?”

“Hit me with your best.”

He leans in, drops his voice a little. “You stole my heart”.

You blink. “…That sounded illegal.”

He chuckles. “It means ‘You stole my heart.’”

You burst out laughing. “Stop it. That’s so cheesy.”

“I know,” he smirks. “But you asked.”

You try to mimic him, slowly: “Dangsin… eun… what was the rest?”

He gently corrects your pronunciation, repeating it until you’re close enough to make him smile again.

“Look at you, stealing my heart with your effort,” he says.

“Ugh, you’re so dramatic.”

“You love it.”

You do.

After a little break (and snacks—because Felix insisted no one learns on an empty stomach), you end up sprawled across the couch again, this time with your head in his lap while he scrolls through TikToks. Occasionally, you point to a word and ask him to say it. Sometimes he quizzes you just to see if you’re listening.

Eventually, you whisper, “I love you.”

He freezes, looks down at you with those warm brown eyes. “You said it right.”

“I practiced,” you mumble.

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Felix leans down and kisses your forehead, his voice soft and affectionate. “I love you too, baby.”

And just like that, the words finally make sense—no translation needed.

[moonchild9350]

Firefly

summary: what seems like an ordinary night catching fireflies turns out to be the surprise of a lifetime

pairing: Felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive-18+MDNI

wc: 1.0k

warnings: teasing, implied fingering, mentions of pregnancy, felix is a firefly shifter lol

notes: it's summer and the fireflies are out (which I love) and felix would be a firefly if he could cause he's such a light in my world. so this was born lol. hope you enjoy-if so let me know by reblogging and commenting!

please do not copy, translate, modify, or use elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2025)

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“Gotcha!”

You close the jar around the miniature bug, your eyes sparkling as its wing light up a soft green as it flitters around the space. It’s a warm, summer night with a soft breeze that whips your hair around your face and cools you off. Hundreds of little fireflies litter your yard, their glow lighting up the night sky and causing it to look like a magical fairy land.

Setting down the occupied jar, you search the skies for a firefly in particular. However, after a while, you shake your head and tsk.

“As if I could find him amongst all the others,” you say aloud. You sit down in the chair behind you and sigh, placing your chin in your palms. Your eyes focus straight ahead, trying to convince yourself that you’ll recognize him.

Minutes later, you hear a flutter by your ear and you sit up straight, searching to your left and right for the disturbance. You have no luck that is until you hear the buzz again and a firefly glows brightly in front of you. Smiling, you stand up and clap your hands giddily and watch as the glowing wonder shifts into a human….your human precisely.

“Felix! You’re back!” You exclaim and you run forward to wrap your arms tightly around the blue haired man.

He chuckles and embraces you, burying his face in your hair. “Of course I came back darling. Why would I not?”

You plant your face into his chest and breathe deeply, savoring the scent he gives off, something akin to vanilla with a hint of grass. Relaxing in his hold, you let out all of your fears and smile as you begin to nuzzle against him.

“M’don’t know,” you mumble as you clutch onto him tighter.

Felix disentangles himself so he can take a look at you properly. You stare up into his dark brown eyes, catching the sparkle that’s there in the moonlight. You can make out each freckle that litters his face and his angel lips that you love to taste, to feel until all you see, all you know is him.

He brushes the hair out of your face and gives you a soft glance, “Have you been eating properly?”

You chuckle at his concern and simply nod. Felix cares deeply for you and he worries for your well being, but then again, he has every reason to. You both stand there for a moment more in silence until Felix looks behind him at his comrades still flittering around.

“Shall we catch a few more? I feel bad for interrupting you earlier,” he says as he walks up to the jar with the previous firefly you caught. He picks it up gently in his hand and gazes at the creature, almost as if he were talking to it.

You eagerly run up to him and grab another jar, ready to catch a few more before turning in. Felix joins in and before you know it, the night air fills with your laughter as you run around, attempting to catch the glowing dots that appear in front of you. Felix follows along and tries to distract you (and of course he’s successful) and by the time you tire out, you’ve only caught two more.

“Aw, I didn’t catch as many as I wanted,” you whine and turning your back on your lover you cross your arms to pout.

Felix shuffles up to you and wraps his arms around your middle, gently pulling you to him. “Don’t be mad darling, I’ll make it up to you yeah?”

You reply with a ‘hmmpt’ trying to keep your resolve. Keeping your gaze straight ahead, you decide to give Felix the silent treatment, that is until you feel his lips on your neck, presses gentle kisses along your skin. Your breath catches and you swallow, tightening your arms around you.

Slowly, you feel him drag his lips upwards until he reaches that spot behind your ear that makes your belly flutter and your panties to become soaking wet. His hands drift lower and lower, until they slip under your shirt, just to touch your warm skin. Letting out a sigh, you succumb to his teasing, closing your eyes as his hands continue to wander, landing at their destination between your legs.

Seconds turn to minutes, or at least you believe it so as you’re too focused on Felix’s lips on your skin, sucking, marking it for all to see. To his hands all over your body, flicking, rubbing, teasing until you’re a whimpering mess against him.

“Shh darling, don’t let the neighbors hear,” he cooes and continues his ministrations, holding you tightly against him as you tremble in his hold, rocking your body against his palm as you lose yourself in him.

Sweat clings to your body, a result of the summer air and how worked up you are but you could care less as you pant, basking in the pleasure Felix gives you. Slowly you come to as the ringing in your ears subside and your breathing regulates as the glow of the fireflies is all you see.

Felix chuckles and licks his fingers, savoring the tangy but sweet taste and then grabs your hand to pull you inside. You grab the jars from your successful catch and follow him willingly, neither one of you stopping until you’ve arrived in the bedroom. Felix gently helps you undress, slipping your nightshirt over your head and then peeling his clothes off just to pull you into bed with him.

He wraps his arms around your belly and drapes a leg over yours and lies in silence for a few moments. Ever so softly, you feel the palm of his hand spread across your belly and you gently place your palm on top of his. You both sit still and if you focus hard, you believe you can feel a slight flutter beneath your skin, one that makes you smile at the implications.

“I’ll always come back to you and our baby,” Felix murmurs as he presses a kiss to your neck and holds you to his chest as close as he can.

His statement makes you smile and you close your eyes, just to dream of the day when your family of three can frolic amongst the fields, catching fireflies on warm, summer nights. The thought is welcoming and you drift off to sleep, soothed by the presence of Felix your lover, your firefly that lights up your world.

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[pixiefelixie]

✧.* freckles

makeup artist!reader x felix | pure fluff, ~1.9k

you don’t believe felix fell for you at first sight. so he tells you exactly how it happened.

tour buses at night were weirdly peaceful.

somewhere in the back, the rest of the boys were half-snoring, half-breathing loud enough to be annoying but not loud enough to actually complain about.

you and felix were curled up in the front lounge, half under a shared blanket, one airpod each and a playlist quietly playing between you. he smelled a bit like sweat and a little like rubber, but you were still dangerously close to dozing off with your head on his shoulder.

he was talking about something—some soundcheck mishap involving changbin, a water bottle, and a failed attempt at a high kick. you were nodding along, lips curved in a soft smile, but your attention was drifting.

to his face. to the constellation of freckles scattered across his cheeks, glowing a little under the bus's dim yellow lights. cream blush tomorrow, definitely. skip the base—he didn’t need it. maybe a soft shimmer across the lids? something peachy. or gold. gold always looked good on him.

“you’re not listening,” felix said suddenly, glancing down at you with a grin.

your eyes shifted back up to his before whining. “i am, felix.”

he tilted his head, watching you with that lazy, knowing smile. “you’re not.”

you let out a sigh, dramatic and fond. “maybe i zoned out for like—one second.”

felix chuckled. “you were doing the thing again.”

“what thing?”

“the thing where you stare at my face like i'm an empty character and you’re about to change all my settings.”

your lips twitched, trying not to laugh. “that is not what i do.”

“it is exactly what you do,” he teased. “you get this serious look in your eyes. it’s intense. honestly? a little terrifying.”

“maybe,” you said slowly, “if your face wasn’t so customizable, i could rest.”

he gasped. “customizable? what am i to you?”

you burst out into a chuckle, eyes squinting, hand smacking lightly against his chest. felix raised an eyebrow, clearly pretending to be offended, but the corners of his mouth gave him away. he leaned down, lips brushing against yours in that slow, familiar way—gentle pressure, warm breath, just enough to make your stomach flutter.

“tell me what you were thinking,” he murmured.

your eyelids drooped, already halfway asleep against his shoulder, but you mumbled, “warm tones tomorrow. skip the base. you’ve been dry lately.”

“mmm,” he hummed with a confused look at your last sentence. “what else?”

“maybe soft shimmer on the inner corners. gold, probably. something glowy.”

he exhaled a soft laugh, pulling you closer, your cheek now pressed against his chest. “god, i’m glad we have you on the team.”

you didn’t respond right away. just curled in closer, your hand finding his hoodie sleeve and tugging it gently, the way you always did when you were about to drift off. felix kissed the top of your head.

“not just for the makeup,” he added quietly. “you know that, right?”

and though your eyes were closed and your breathing had evened out, your fingers tightened just a little on his sleeve—enough to let him know you heard.

felix leaned his head back against the seat, eyes flicking up to the ceiling of the dimly lit bus, a small smile tugging at his lips. his hand found yours under the blanket, fingers tracing idle shapes across your knuckles.

“the first time you came here,” he said softly, “i fell in love with you instantly.”

you let out a sleepy hum, not quite opening your eyes, but you shook your head against his chest. “you definitely didn’t,” you mumbled. “i was a disaster."

felix’s fingers twitched where they were laced with yours. “you were perfect.”

you gave him a lazy, teasing scoff. “lix, no one falls in love with a person who calls changbin the wrong name.”

“i did,” he said simply, no hesitation. “do you want the story?”

you opened one eye and peeked up at him. “tell me.”

he smiled, and something about it—gentle, a little nostalgic—made your chest feel warm.

“okay,” he murmured, adjusting so your head was more comfortably against him. “but don’t interrupt. you always interrupt when i say something too romantic for your liking.”

you grinned sleepily. “no promises.”

“alright,” he said, voice dipping into that low, dreamy tone he always got when he was about to tell something important. “it was a monday. i remember because we hadn’t done promotions in, like, months. i wasn’t really thinking about anything—definitely not about the new makeup artist.”

his voice faded gently, pulling you into the memory like a hand reaching back in time.

you had just finished with changbin, who—despite the intimidating reputation he carried online—was an absolute sweetheart. you had accidentally called him chan when he first sat down which made you mentally slap yourself. but within minutes of sitting in your chair, he’d made you feel at home.

“so, y/n,” changbin said mid-powder touch-up, “where’d you transfer in from?”

“i’ve been freelancing, mostly. did a couple gigs for smaller groups, some cfs. nothing this big.”

“well,” he said, voice warm, “you’re killing it.”

you smiled, maybe a little too wide. but it was nice. you hadn’t expected this kind of welcome—especially not on your first real day with a group as established as stray kids. you’d barely even introduced yourself before being assigned to work on changbin and felix’s looks for a music video shoot.

big names. big pressure.

you’d just finished dusting the last bit of setting powder over changbin’s jawline when one of the senior artists paused by your station, nodding with clear approval. “you’re quick. clean work, too.”

your chest swelled a little. you offered her a polite smile, but inside? you were silently high-fiving yourself.

and then—just as you were packing away your used puff and reaching for a fresh palette—you heard the soft clack of someone stepping into the room.

felix.

he’d just changed into his outfit for the blueprint mv. the white button-down and light blue hair suited him too well. he was adjusting a cuff when he looked up—and locked eyes with you.

he was so pretty.

he walked over quietly, with that sweet, slightly unsure smile that made your heart squeeze, and sat down in your chair like he wasn’t the most beautiful person you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“hi,” he said softly.

“hi,” you replied, voice catching a little in your throat.

and then you saw them.

the freckles.

they were scattered across his cheeks and nose like a constellation you hadn’t studied yet. delicate, glowing even under the harsh makeup lights. and for a second, you just stared, frozen, because—

no one had warned you they’d be that beautiful.

you pulled your kit closer and took a breath, trying to pretend your hands weren’t a little shaky.

“alright,” you said, more to yourself than to him. “let’s get started.”

he gave you that sweet smile again, the corners of his mouth lifting just enough to show a glimpse of the deep-set dimples he didn’t even seem to notice.

you bit back a smile, focusing instead on the concealer you were brushing carefully along his under-eyes and jawline. his skin was smooth, already radiant—barely needed any product at all. you worked in silence for a few moments, the only sound the occasional clink of a brush handle against the table.

and then you got to his cheeks.

you hesitated.

the freckles were so clear here—gentle little marks that danced across his cheekbones and curved along his nose like they belonged to someone made of sunlight. instinctively, you slowed.

“you can go over them,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet but casual, like he’d said it a hundred times before. “i’ve always had them covered.”

your hand hovered for a second longer before you met his gaze.

“they’re so pretty, though.”

he blinked, lips parting just slightly. “you think?”

you nodded, soft but sure. “they’re like… little stars. i wouldn’t want to hide them.”

felix blinked again, a bit slower this time. then, almost shyly, he looked away. “i got them from tanning too much when i was younger. the sun was brutal.”

you tilted your head, smiling a little as you dipped your flat brush back into the concealer—this time, carefully avoiding the freckles completely.

“they’re unique,” you added gently, voice low but sure. “they give your face so much character. makes you look like someone who grew up in sunlight.”

he chuckled under his breath at that. “yea, i grew up in australia.”

you smiled, pressing a small sponge into the space beside his nose with a featherlight touch. “well… you’ve got the freckles to prove it.”

he stayed quiet for a second, long lashes brushing his cheeks as he blinked slowly.

“our old makeup artist said the lights pick them up weird on camera sometimes,” he said, like he wasn’t even sure why.

you paused, setting the sponge down in your hand. “it’s up to you if you want them covered. no pressure. i can blur them out a bit if you want, or—”

he cut you off gently. “no. you know what?”

his eyes lifted to meet yours—clear, thoughtful, a little brighter now.

“i’ll keep them.”

you smiled.

“good choice.”

you stirred against his chest, smiling into the fabric of his hoodie like the memory had folded itself gently around you. felix’s hand was still holding yours beneath the blanket, thumb sweeping in slow circles over your skin.

he let out a breath, almost like a sigh.

“that was it for me,” he murmured, his voice a warm rasp in your ear. “right then. that day. you saw something i never thought anyone would notice. and i was so, so gone.”

you chuckled, eyes still closed. “you’re ridiculous.”

he shifted a little, chin resting on top of your head now. “you believe me now?”

“mmm,” you teased, dragging the hum out just enough to be annoying. “sure.”

felix pulled back just slightly, just enough to peer down at you in mock offense. “no. i need you to actually believe it!”

you cracked one eye open. “shh, lix. there are people sleeping.”

he huffed. “i don’t care. i’ll whisper it to you a hundred times.”

you nuzzled closer to him, fingers gently curling into the edge of his sleeve. “then start counting.”

and he did. right into your hair, voice barely audible, like a secret you could keep forever.

“i fell in love with you. i fell in love with you. i fell in love with you…”

one. two. three.

you groaned softly against his chest, your voice muffled and whiny. “shut up.”

he laughed under his breath, not stopping the gentle motion of his thumb over your hand. “you get so grumpy when you’re tired.”

“let me be,” you grumbled, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck like you were trying to disappear.

he chuckled but didn’t push it. just went quiet, letting the hush of the road and the soft shuffle of blankets settle around you both. his breathing slowed. his arm curled more securely around your waist.

“i love you, lix,” you whispered, soft as a secret.

he turned his head just enough for you to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

a beat.

“i love you too,” he mumbled before mocking your whining. “now shut up and let me be.”

you scoffed, smacking his chest and then melted into him fully, arms winding around his middle like it was the most natural thing in the world.

and it was.

[luvtak]

samson ❁ lfx x gn!reader

it’s 12 minutes till your birthday, and you’re reminiscing on falling in love <3

❁ tw/genre fluff! just sweet lovers being sweet, what can i say its what i do best! reader is said to be a year younger than felix. unedited.

❁ w/c 1037

❁ a/n its been months and months since i’ve written anything, but i’m finally free for the summer!! i’m hoping to write a bunch so i hope you like this one and watch for all the others!! ily always <3 happy reading!!

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it all started with a smile; a warm glinting thing that brought goosebumps to your skin, and butterflies in your belly.

You saw him from across the room, the first party of the summer in full force—music blasting and bad decisions forming—and the boy in the corner, shining with golden sunlight and a midnight grin.

His eyes were remembering his last laugh, crescent moons twinkling on beat with the music. The song’s refrain repeating dirty words and pretty fantasies, all while this beautiful boy looked over at you.

You remember thinking he was beautiful, not merely hot or good looking, but beautiful…

What would it be like to be loved by this boy?

He was really truly lovely, and he was looking at you. He can see how he walked, his hips swaying as he moved his body to you, shaking hands and blowing kisses at his friends nearby. He was loved that much was obvious, filling up on affection from everyone he passed, but still he was staring at you.

Your heart’s song filled your ears and his toothy grin blinded, but still you couldn’t look away—breath getting heavier the closer he got to you. The memory of the party is hazy… friends and ex lovers dancing and drinking, laughing and lying… But the memory of the first time you saw Felix lives in your head like a recorded re-run.

“Hi,” he told you, “D’ya come here often?”

He said it with the sweetest voice, barely recognizing how cheesy it was, but still you sighed… this pretty boy and his pretty voice…

He spoke to you all night, hand on your thigh and eyes alight with mischief. You might’ve fallen in love right then, sinking into infatuation like a worn out couch. He was so familiar, like a dream you’d had once, or a dream of a dream…

You remember all this, yet you still can’t believe he’s in bed with you now, curled around you like a sleepy house cat—as warm and inviting as your childhood blankets.

“I can’t believe it's almost your birthday…” He tells you, “you’re so old now.”

“Felix!” you say, laughing even while reprimanding.

“What?! you were just a baby when we met, now you’re an old broad.”

“Well, if I’m old then you’re ancient—don’t forget you robbed the cradle.” You tell him, laughing at his distraught pout.

“Baby, I’m only a year older than you,” He cries, holding you tighter through his crocodile tears.

Your giggles are misplaced in your dark room, the only light coming from the fairy nightlight Felix insisted you bought. Your skin is hot underneath the layers of clothes and your boyfriend’s warm body, but still you move closer to him—snuggling into his hold.

“I can’t believe my baby is this mean to me, but I’ll let it go since your birthday is in 12 minutes…”

“How kind of you,” you say, “it’s almost like you love me…”

“Yeah, yeah” Felix says, but he does love you—with every atom that makes up his physical body.

Ever since he saw you, he knew it, believing in love at first sight as soon as he saw you in your party clothes. He remembers his heart stuttering in his chest, the way his ears burned—he fell in love then, but he knows he needs you now. Needs you like a plant needs sun and water, like you’re his basic needs come to life.

“Do you ever think about it?” He asks, “That first night we met?” Felix sounds nervous, which is silly really—why would he ever need to be nervous with you?

“All the time,” you tell him, “I think it’s my favorite memory.”

It's his too—he’s been thinking about it a lot lately, your face smiling up at him… his hands burning with the need to touch you. Everything was new and slightly forbidden, coated in impropriety and illicit fantasies. He loves that memory, the moment he knew he had to be yours, but he thinks he may love this moment more…

Laying in bed with you, two hearts in one shelter, your hands rubbing at his back with loving familiarity rather than an exciting caress. Yes, meetings are always magic, but knowing you inside out and front and back sure is better. You’re his, your heart lives in his chest cavity and beats next to his—there is no insecurity or beginning giggles, he loves you with the stability of a hundred armys. That first moment was his favorite memory, but now there's this: you in your jammies making fun of him, counting down the minutes until your birthday.

“I think your birthday is my favorite day of the year,” He says, voice deep with sleepy thoughts.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I love seeing you happy—plus, it reminds me that you’re here, that I get to love you and celebrate you… It’s my favorite thing to do you know,”

“Do what, honey?”

“Love you.” His voice is honey and his smile is torture, shining down at you with a look that tells you he knows what he’s doing. “Four more minutes now.”

God you love him, you’re silly sweet boy—how treacherous it is to love him, to feel your heart trying to squeeze out of your rib cage and break into his. Loving him is sublime: terrible and powerful, beautiful and ugly; loving him is everything you’ve ever wanted, and the only thing you need. Even while he crushes your weight with his, even when he starts teasing you about all your embarrassing moments this year—counting one by one till he gets to your age.

“You’re such a menace , I don’t know why I put up with you.” You say, but you’re kissing him, pressing your lips to his after every humiliating moment he brings up. “Thirty more seconds!”

He grins, prettier than anything you’ve ever seen, and starts singing you into your new year. Each ‘happy birthday’ in a different funny voice, with a kiss to end each verse.

“Happy birthday, my baby love.” He whispers, sweet and sultry like chocolate cake. “Can I give you your present now?” he asks, eyes lighting up with familiar trouble, and you know—with everything in you—you’ll never get enough of him.

[imbaebi]

Summer Puddles

ִֶָ࣪☾. 이용복 —

paring: bf!felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff and puddles, just felix and reader being very cute<3

warnings: swearing if you squint

wc / cc : 888 / 4.7k

skz summer masterlist

synopsis —---

when you can't say no to your boyfriend's puppy eyes, you end up getting drenched in the rain. you don't really mind though if it means you get to spend time with him and see his pretty smile

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

This Summer was just heatwave after heatwave, which was killing you. Thankfully it was a little cooler today but still was over 77 degrees. Your boyfriend invited you over to his house, you had nothing better to do so you went over. You thought it was gonna be one of your normal hangout,, cuddling, enjoying each other's company and probably playing video games. But upon arriving you noticed he was little too happy today though he didn't mention anything so you assumed it was nothing and that he was just happy to see you. Until you saw that it started to darken outside when it was only 2pm.

⪩⪨

All it took was your boyfriend's puppy eyes and his little “please” for you to agree to go outside with him to test out the new raincoats he got. You both stood on the back porch, shielded from the summer rain that was pouring down to the ground in yellow raincoats, red boots up to your knees and froggy bucket hats. You weren't all too fond of the rain or being in wet clothes but Felix assured you that it'll be fun. You cuddle deeper into your coat.

    “Ready?” Felix asks you, an excited grin on his face as he extends his hand out to you.

    “Yeah.” You take his hand.

You both step out into the soft pouring rain. It was cold, freezing almost, but you had to admit this was better than the previous days of nonstop heat outside. You look to Felix, he had a smile on his face as he looks up into the air, his eyes closed as the rain pours down his face. You shook your head at his sillyness. You reach your free hand out to catch a small pool of water in your hand, the feeling was nice. The water falls through your fingers and disappeared into the earth.

    “Let's go, baby.” He suddenly says. You follow him in confusion.

    “Where are we going?” You tilt your head as he tugs you to the gate of the backyard.

    “To test the raincoats, obviously.”

    “Wasn't that what were um— doing?” You raise a brow.

    “Well kinda. But we gotta do it properly!” He informs as he unlocks the gate.

    “There's a proper way to test raincoats out?”

    “Of course there is.” he says, matter of a fact. “and that's what we're going to do.”

    “In there?” you ask as you both walk towards the woods behind his house.

    “No better place to do it.” He turns to you and smiles.

And so you both walk into the woods. The rain was even softer in here, quieter like a whisper. The smell of rain was stronger, it was fresh and pleasent. Time felt still as only the sound of rain and Felix quietly humming a song filled the air. Everything felt greener the deeper you two walked. Felix let's go of your hand for just a second. And suddenly there was a splash sound and next thing you knew you were more wet than before, covered in muddy water.

    “Felix!” You gasp, wiping your face.

There was no guilty expression on his face, no, his head was tilt back laughing with a mischievously smile on his lips. You couldn't be mad, not when his warm laughter was ringing out in the rain like this. The sound tugged at your heart, making you feel butterflies. A smile forms on your lips. Well you were here to test out the raincoats, and this apparently was the way to test them out, so you might as well.

You jump into the big puddle next to his as hard as you can, splashing him back. Now it was your turn to laugh. You did a very good jump since you managed to cover him very good. When he flinched at the sudden water, his hat must of fallen off. Now he looked like a soaked cat, his long blond hair sticking to his neck and forehead.

    “I think I got you pretty good, no?” You giggle.

    “Yeah I guess so,” he chuckles and rakes a hand through his hair.

And so you two go splashing into the puddles that come onto your path, smiling and laughing as you do. You two stumble on a big puddle, the biggest one you've seen today. Tiny ripples form on the surface as raindrops fall into the small body of water, the trees reflect onto the puddle.

    “Watch this, Lix.” You say before taking a step back.

You ran a bit before you leap into the air, and—

Well the puddle was deeper than you had expected. You slip and fall hard on your ass. Water splashing into your face and onto your hair. The puddle was higher than your ankles.

    “Shit, baby—! Are you hurt?” Felix came splashing to your side, worried that you might have gotten hurt.

    You started to laugh. Felix smiles but still looks concerned.

    “I'm— I'm okay,” you wheeze, tears came to your eyes. “promise.”

    “If you say so.” His smile looks less worried now. He holds out his hand.

    “How was my performance?” You giggle as he helps you up.

    “Hmm.. I rate it a ten out of ten, no one can slip and land on their butt as gracefully as you do.”

    “Well thank you.”

©2025 imbaebi — all rights reserved, I don't allow copy of my work. Inspiration is one thing, plagiarism is another. reblogging is really appreciated.

skz summer masterlist

taglist — (comment under the masterlist to be added) ;

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[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞| Jisung|Felix

TW: Just a gentle content warning- Felix’s part includes references to religion and soft spiritual themes. I know religious trauma is very real (I've seen it in people I love, and I've felt echoes of it myself), and I fully understand that everyone processes that kind of pain in different ways. If that's something tender or difficult for you, please take care of yourself and skip this one if you need to- your peace always comes first. That said, I wrote this with love and care, reflecting Felix's gentle heart and the way he’s spoken about his faith. There’s no preaching or anything intense- just mentions of church, prayer, and the kind of love that feels quietly sacred. It’s meant to feel warm and soft and safe. I intentionally made it vague as well, so it wouldn't feel like anything otherwise. And please know- this page is for everyone. Whatever your beliefs, background, identity, or journey- you are so welcome here. Whether you connect with the faith element or not, I hope you still feel seen, loved, and free to exist exactly as you are. Love you my sunshines!! Always. ♡♡♡♡♡

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They way I see it, Han Jisung’s love is like a song that starts out soft, building in layers until it swells into something breathtaking and unexpected. He’s a bundle of nervous energy, always bouncing between excitement and uncertainty, wearing his emotions on his sleeve for everyone to see. His affection is spontaneous, sincere, and full of warmth—the kind that catches you off guard with its honesty. With Jisung, love is a mix of awkward laughs, stolen glances, and shared jokes that make your stomach flutter. He is someone who overthinks every detail but still manages to trip over his own feet, especially when it comes to you. There’s a sweetness in the way he loves: hesitant, a little clumsy, but so overwhelmingly earnest that you can’t help but fall for it. He’s not always the smoothest, but what he lacks in finesse, he makes up for with heart. Every touch, every smile, feels like he’s figuring things out as he goes, adjusting and learning. He isn’t afraid to admit when he’s unsure, and he’ll stumble over his words, laugh at himself, and apologize a hundred times if it means getting it right. His love is playful and genuine, full of little surprises that feel like the perfect chorus to the song you’re writing together. With him, you know that every moment—every accidental kiss, every nervous laugh—is the prelude to something beautiful, a melody that will linger long after the last note fades.

The two of you were nestled in his small, cozy apartment, half-empty mugs of tea on the coffee table and a random movie playing in the background. You’d both been hanging out more often, getting closer in the way that feels inevitable when two people just click. There was an energy between you, something that simmered under the surface, but neither of you had said a word about it.

The moment it happened was nothing spectacular- just a regular laugh, a shared glance- but somehow it felt like the world had narrowed to just you two. You’d made some small joke, a little quip about something on the screen, and Jisung had thrown his head back, eyes scrunching up as he laughed. His laugh had to be one of your favorite things in the entire world.

When he looked back at you, cheeks flushed and eyes shining, he was still mid-laugh when he leaned in…maybe a bit too close.

His lips brushed yours, feather-light. It was over in a heartbeat- a mere second, a stolen breath -but it sent a jolt through both of you.

Your laughter had faded as he held his stance. His eyes shifted to yours, just briefly, while his lips open and closed as he tried to find something to say.

His eyes were wide, mouth hanging open in shock as his mind caught up to what just happened. His hand flew to his mouth, fingertips dancing on the punch-stained lips you had just gotten a whisper of a taste of.

“Oh! Oh my god,” he stammered, his cheeks flaming. “I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t…I- I'm so sorry!” He covered his face with his hands, mumbling apologies into his palms. “That was…that was accidental. I didn’t mean to- unless it was okay? No, I mean- I mean, I don’t mean to assume-”

He stopped himself, peeking through his fingers to look at you, his expression a mixture of hope and embarrassment. “Did…did you mind?” he asked tentatively, voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in his gaze making your heart race. His eyes looking like that of a lost puppy.

Shaking your head, you managed a soft smile. “No, I didn’t mind.”

The tension broke slightly, replaced by a shy, giddy excitement that seemed to vibrate in the air. And then, a nervous, tentative smile appeared on his lips, a little laugh escaping as he shook his head in disbelief at his own blunder.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. “So, you didn’t mind. That’s…good. That’s really good, actually...because I didn't mind so I was hoping you didn't mind.”

He let out a shaky breath, visibly trying to collect himself, and then, to your surprise, he reached out, his hand grazing your cheek. His eyes held yours as he leaned in once more, his voice a little breathless and uncertain. “So, can I-um…can I kiss you? Properly this time?”

You barely had a chance to nod before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was unsteady. He was careful, almost as if afraid you’d vanish, and his lips lingered a little longer, savoring the closeness. And then, he pulled back with a wide, boyish grin, his cheeks flushed.

“Wow,” he murmured, laughing softly, his hand still brushing your cheek. “I don’t know what I’m more nervous about- that I kissed you or that I’ll mess up the next one.” He laughed again, looking at you with this earnest, awestruck expression, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

In that moment, you realized you both felt the same way- heart fluttering, nerves on edge, but totally, wonderfully smitten.

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Felix’s love is soft, sweet, and slow- like it was born beneath the hush of a chapel and raised on sunlight and laughter. It doesn’t demand or overwhelm; it wraps itself around you like a favorite sweater on a cold morning, warm and familiar, the kind of love that finds beauty in the quiet. He loves like someone who grew up reading C.S. Lewis and deeply believed it- that love is both ordinary and holy, that it changes people, makes them braver, better. He loves with open hands, not clenched fists. With patience, with tenderness, with a kind of hopefulness that feels rare in a world that so often teaches people to be guarded. There’s reverence in the way he looks at you, like you’re some answered prayer he’s still trying to believe he’s worthy of. He pays attention to the small things- how you like your tea, the way your voice drops when you’re tired, how you press your lips together when you’re trying not to cry. He notices everything, not because he’s trying to figure you out, but because he genuinely cares. Because to him, loving you means seeing you fully and choosing you anyway- again and again and again. His hands on your waist are never possessive, just steady. Grounding. Like he’s reminding you that he’s here, that he’s not going anywhere. With Felix, love doesn’t come in grand declarations or dramatic gestures- it’s in the way he holds the door open, the way he laughs with his whole chest when you say something ridiculous, the way he prays for you without making a show of it. It’s the kind of love that feels like morning light and whispered hymns, like slow dances in socked feet across the kitchen floor. The kind that makes you want to believe in something bigger than yourself. His love isn’t flashy. It’s faithful. Gentle. Sacred. A safe place to land.

It happens on a Sunday.

You’d gone to church with his family that morning- something he’d asked you to do a few times before, never with pressure, always with that soft-hopeful tilt to his smile. This time, you said yes. And now here you are, hours later, tucked into the quiet shade of the trees just beyond the church parking lot, shoes kicked off, your backs pressed to the warm grass. The summer air hums gently around you, bees drifting lazily between wildflowers, the scent of something sweet and blooming filling the space between.

You’re both still a little dressed up- him in that pale blue button-down he always wears when he wants to look nice but not like he’s trying too hard, sleeves rolled up, collar slightly askew. Although regardless of how simple he dressed he always was breathtaking.

You in something soft and flowy, your hair catching the light in a way that makes him look away before he gets caught staring.

He’s rambling about something- some memory from when he was little, probably something innocent and ridiculous, like the time he thought communion wafers were the same as mints which he had no idea how he could confuse the two- and you’re laughing, really laughing, and then suddenly it’s not funny anymore.

Not in the way that matters. Because he’s looking at you now like he’s just realized something.

That he’s in love.

And it’s quiet, all at once. Not awkward. Just full. Like the world paused to let this moment breathe.

He doesn’t ask.

He just leans in slow- so slow it nearly undoes you- and rests his forehead gently against yours, eyes fluttering shut like a prayer.

You can feel his hands lightly resting on your waist, unsure at first, like he doesn’t want to overstep. He always checks, always gives you a moment to pull away. But you don’t. You tilt your chin, just slightly, and that’s all it takes.

The kiss is soft. Softer than you imagined. Like pages turning in a beloved book, like the first notes of a lullaby. His lips taste faintly of lemonade and something else- something warm and familiar. Like sunshine maybe.

His hands stay where they are, grounded, careful, trembling just a little.

And when he pulls back- only an inch, maybe two- his eyes open slowly like he’s waking from a dream. His smile isn’t wide. It’s quiet.

Reverent.

He looks at you like he’s just touched something holy.

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, voice barely louder than the breeze. “But I didn’t want to rush it.”

You smile, your heart already full and aching in the best way. “You didn’t.”

And it’s true. Because Felix’s first kiss isn’t a spark or a fire- it’s like a sunrise. It’s the beginning of something good. Something beautiful.

Something sacred.

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[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓・MASTERLIST + taglist 4 me

🔪 — You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.

LEE FELIX is your new bodyguard, and you hate his guts. Growing up the Mafia's princess, daughter of the most ruthless mob boss in the world, you learned at a young age—all humans are expendable. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—figure out how your father's henchmen are going missing. Nothing makes sense. Who is making so many ruthless criminals disappear? The more you and Felix dig into the past, the more you seem to expose. There’s so many gaps in the story, dark secrets to be uncovered, and betrayals to lament. Nothing is as it seems when you’re chasing a ghost. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong.

♟️ — paring・felix x reader // genres・mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, humor, slow burn, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, smut…maybe // words・6.4k // chapter warnings・ fights, blood, knives, alcohol, mentions of death, crime and people going missing, uhhh cursing, i think that's it!

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♟️ — chapter one: to catch a ghost

🔪 — chapter two: coming soon...

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🍷 — taglist ── .✦

@hello-stranger24, @127ismylife, @inniesfanblog, @linocvp1d, @skzittomebabyuhhuhx3, @babigriin, @candyquokka, @skzlover24, @rylea08, @cant-see-sam, @maddy24207, @felixlsworld, @thecutiepieme, @nightmarenyxx, @imbaebi, @jj-one, @angel-writes-skz-here, @aliceormalice, @meloncremesoda, @lililixie, @thecutiepieme, @jeonginsleftcheek, @felixisworld @noxxobscura @thetoastghost222, @velvetmoonlght, @lovemepie67, @dancerachafanatic, @arimiu, @dailyyhyvne, @143il0v3you, @aeinzzzketchup, @jeonginsoreohair

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Between these four walls

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: thriller/sci-fi, smut, fluff

synopsis: lee felix is your 89% match. please proceed to the house assigned to you where your relationship will be subjected to various tests. if you manage to complete all objectives and get your match to 100% you may proceed to leave. sex is strictly prohibited. remember, they're always watching.

wc: 13.4k

warnings: desc. of drowning, illness, drugging, tripping (psychedelics/stimulants), mention of needles, paralysis, gutting a fish (yes that's a warning), some blood

nsfw warnings: fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, spanking, cumshot

a/n: felix always inspires me for these kinds of concepts. i hope you enjoy💜

~ divider by @anitalenia

~ masterlist

Lee Felix. 89% match. Congratulations!

You stared at the device in your hand, your heartbeat picking up speed. Finally. Finally you had someone you matched with. The last time you tried a similar, underdeveloped program like this, it only led you to more disappointment and heartbreak.

But, everyone you knew was raving about Cupid Corp. and how they found the love of their life after participating in their program. You asked questions, curious about why they stayed so long in the Cupid Corp. village, what they had to do to get their match to a 100, to walk out with them hand in hand.

Their faces would change from the happy expressions and shiny eyes into something dull, drained of color.

"We signed a document that prohibits us from revealing anything." they'd answer.

It all sounded so mysterious and a little alarming but you were so damn tired of being lonely and seeing all these people walking out of Cupid Corp. with big dumb smiles on their faces.

So, after doing some thinking, you applied.

It was a long process, to say the least. There were tests you had to take, all of them online. Starting with a psychological test, then an IQ test, then a personality test. It took them a month as they asked for everything, from your family disease history to your hopes and dreams for the future.

The more data they gathered, the more detailed your profile became. You even had a few online interviews with a woman named 'Cherry' whose face you couldn't see as she was wearing some sort of mask, only her cherry red lips were visible to you.

"We will take your data into consideration and calculate the best match. Thank you for applying at Cupid Corp. We hope you find your dream lover." the woman talked in a monotone voice.

You didn't wait for too long. Only four days later, you got a package from them, inside it a round device with a screen and one button. You pressed it and when it came to life you were greeted with your match. Just his name and the percentage.

With it, you got a document that stated the location of the village as well as your house number, 14B and a ton of rules, most of them prohibiting you from talking about the activities and 'tests' inside the village as well as a 'no cellphone' rule. You thought it was kind of weird, but you didn't want to back out now. Not when you had a match with such a high number.

It can't be so hard to get it up to 100, right?

You read through all the rules, coming up to the last one.

'You and your partner are not allowed to engage in sexual activites during your stay in the village. Kissing and physical touch is fine unless it is erotic or stimulating in that sort of way. After you sign this paper, you have agreed to all the rules above and are aware that you will be filmed and monitored 24/7.'

You gulped, some kind of unease washing over you as you stared at the document. The little cupid drawing that was the company's logo looked so sweet and innocent but it didn't help the churning of your stomach. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed you pen and signed the paper.

There is no going back now.

As soon as you entered the village through the gate, it felt like you walked right into a fairytale. The houses were all pretty pastel colors with white picked fences and gardens full of all sorts of beautiful flowers. Everything looked perfect.

The only weird thing was that you didn't see another person anywhere as you walked. It was eerily quiet, only your footsteps were echoing on the pavement and the sounds of your suitcase being dragged behind you. The village was far away from the bustling city so you couldn't hear any sound for miles.

Then you saw it, 14B, a pretty pastel blue house and you smiled to yourself, it looked so cute and cozy. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat when you noticed someone standing outside by the fence.

It was a guy close to your age, and as soon as he noticed you coming towards him, a big smile spread on his face. He waved awkwardly and you waved back as you neared him, your heart hammering in your chest. When you got closer to him, your stomach did a little flip.

He is so beautiful!, you thought as you observed his smiling face, his warm chocolate eyes, his plump heart shaped lips and all the pretty freckles adorning his skin.

"I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." he said, pleasantly shocking you with his deep voice.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you too." you smiled, your face burning up. You hoped you didn't look like an awkward tomato in front of this beautiful man, who was your match! You were already swooning over him as he helped you get your suitcase inside, dragging both of your luggage together while you looked around the garden.

"I guess this is our house." he said as the two of you walked in. You noticed right away that it was decorated in the way you wanted to decorate your dream house, a question you had to answer in one of the tests they gave you. You also noticed some knick knacks you didn't recognize, they were probably something Felix wanted to have in his house.

"They really went all out with the decorations." you said as the two of you made your way to the kitchen and Felix chuckled.

"They did." he nodded, the air between you a little awkward.

"Oh. What's this?" you noticed an envelope adressed to the both of you on the kitchen table.

You picked it up and opened it as Felix peered over your shoulder.

"Dear Felix and Y/n. Welcome to our Village of Love! We hope you enjoy your stay, no matter how short or long it is. You'll find everything you need inside your house, we hope you find it cozy and that you settle in well. Take your time to get used to your surroundings and learn a little about each other before you move onto the next phase. Tests will begin shortly. Have fun!" you read out loud before looking up and seeing a camera staring right at you, the red dot blinking.

"Tests, huh? Doesn't sound too fun." Felix said and you nodded.

"No, it doesn't." you shook your head. "Do you know anything about what happens here?"

"I have no idea. I asked a few of my friends and no one would tell me."

"Isn't that kind of suspicious?" you asked and Felix chuckled nervously, looking up at the camera.

"Aren't they like listening to us right now?" he whispered.

"I'm sure everyone who came here wondered about the program." you shrugged.

"I guess we will find out." Felix said, still being somewhat quiet as he kept eyeing the camera.

You walked over to the fridge and opened it, finding all sorts of groceries inside it, mostly your favorite food and probably Felix's.

"Hungry?" you looked back at him and as if on que, his stomach growled.

You giggled and he laughed, the sound filling up your ears and tugging at your heart.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you wanna cook together?" you asked and he nodded eagerly.

"I'd love that." Felix answered with a sweet smile so the two of you pulled your sleeves up and washed your hands, getting ready to tackle dinner together as you maneuvered the unknown space.

"What made you decide to apply to this program? You don't seem like you'd have a problem finding a partner." you started the conversation and his cheeks became rosy as he chuckled.

"Well, I tend to fall for the wrong people. The ones who use my kindness against me. And I really don't wanna hurt anymore or just experiment and 'try' again. I want to know that I have the real deal, you know? To be sure that the person is my ride or die."

The honesty in his answer took you by surprise.

'I want my partner to always be honest with me, to tell me the truth even if it is painful.'

You remembered the line you wrote when you were asked to put down on paper everything you wanted in a partner. They had probably looked at Felix's personality test as well as yours, and the things you had written down as your dream partner, putting the two of you together that way.

Your cheeks burned as you remembered how high your percentage is. He must really be the man from your dreams which would make you the woman of his. Butterflies swarmed your stomach.

"What about you?" Felix snapped you out of your thoughts as you continued cleaning the meat.

"Oh, same. I was disappointed many times before. I just want to find someone that will feel like home." you smiled at him.

"Exactly." he agreed. "So, what do you think the tests will look like? Do you think they'll be similar to the ones we had to do while applying?"

"My guess is as good as yours. Though, I must admit I do feel a bit uneasy with all the people not being allowed to say what happened while they were here..." you trailed off, before sighing.

"Then again, they all looked so happy with their partners." you finished. "And I want that."

"Yeah, I feel a bit uneasy myself but we'll go through this together, right?" Felix gave you a shy smile and you nodded as your cheeks warmed up.

After cooking dinner and eating, you had learned a bit more about each other, finding it incredibly easy to keep the conversation going like you've already talked many times before, sharing similar viewpoints and interests. It seemed too easy and you knew that you didn't have to necessarily agree on everything or love all the same things to be a match.

There was definitely something deeper there than the superficial stuff like hobbies and favorite colors when you've already gotten to 89% without even interacting with each other.

"Should we do a tour of the house?" Felix asked when you finished cleaning up.

"Sure, let's do it." you smiled and one by one, you visited all of the rooms starting with the living room that was next to the kitchen.

"Oh, we have a tv." you pursed your lips. "I thought we weren't allowed any kind of electronics."

"I guess they thought having movie nights at home is a date we'd both enjoy." Felix pointed to all the dvds on the shelves around the tv. "We have a good collection of every genre. Skipping horror though, I'm not a fan of scary things." he visibly shivered and you chuckled a little.

"I'm fine with those." you said and Felix gasped a little.

"Well if you want us to watch horror movies together just be prepared that I will be hiding behind like five blankets and probably crying my eyes out."

"Aw, it's okay, we don't have to watch them if they scare you so much." you smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"I'll watch them for you. Well, kinda watch them since I'll be under all those protective blankets."

You chuckled together before you made your way upstairs. Your heart immediately skipped a beat and a shiver ran through your entire body when you saw the bed. Of course, you were meant to sleep together in it.

Felix noticed you staring at it, both of your faces red.

"I can sleep downstairs on the couch." he said, as if reading your mind.

"No!" you said a little too quickly. "I mean, I'd feel a lot safer if you were here with me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Oh." his smile was shy. "Then I'll be here with you."

Gosh, he is so sweet!, you thought, feeling overwhelmed that such a sweet person was your very own match. Not even a day with him and he already checked so many of your boxes. You hoped he felt the same for you.

"We have separate bathrooms." Felix noted and you looked to the right to see a door labeled with your name and on the left his name.

"I think there are no cameras in there, so that's why..." he trailed off and immediately you felt your stomach doing flips. They were really making sure you don't do any funny business which was kind of understandable since everything was being filmed. But then again, why wouldn't they make a special room for the two of you? You had so many questions and any possible answer created even more questions.

The two of you then decided to unpack, the sounds of opening and closing drawers filling up the space.

"We have a backyard." Felix said as he stood by the window in your room. "And a pool."

"It looks cozy except the pool. I don't know how to swim." you confessed, shivering a little.

"Really?" Felix looked a bit surprised. "Well, I love swimming so you can sunbathe while I swim?" he added with a giggle.

"I can." you nodded. "The entire house and the neighborhood looks so nice. Which brings me to this, have you seen another person since you got here?" you asked and Felix shook his head no.

"Neither have I. Weird, huh?" you said.

Felix opened his mouth to answer but the sound the doorbell ringing frightened you both.

"Is that... someone at the door?" he lifted one eyebrow.

"Let's go check together." you stood by his side as your heart hammered in your chest.

Felix walked first and you followed behind him, peering over his shoulders as he slowly opened the door.

You were greeted by a smiling woman and man, standing somewhat similarly to you and Felix.

"Hello, sorry to bother you. I'm Gina and this is Ethan. We were paired up today and noticed we were neighbours so we just wanted to say hi."

"Oh." Felix chuckled and you visibly relaxed, now standing beside him.

"This is y/n, and I'm Felix. Nice to meet you." you all shook hands, deciding to meet up tomorrow for breakfast since the program encouraged couples who were paired up at the same time to become friends.

"You okay?" Felix asked after closing the door.

"I just can't shake off this weird feeling." you shook your head.

Felix bit on his lip, his eyes raking all over your form gently as you hugged yourself. Tentatively, he reach out and brushed his knuckles on your cheek.

"I'm sure you just need time to adjust." he smiled, and you shivered from his gentle touch, your eyes fluttering.

"Yeah. Maybe a good night's sleep is all I need."

"There you go. Positive thoughts." Felix smiled brightly, warming you up instantly.

You got ready in your separate bathrooms and you came out first, claiming your side of the bed as you sat, leaning your back against the headboard and fidgeting with your fingers. Felix came in after a minute or so, smiling at you slightly as he hesitantly lifted up the covers and slid in.

"You sure you're okay with this?" he turned to you, his deep brown eyes looking big and doe like.

"Yes, I'm comfortable." you nodded. "You?"

"Of course. Just making sure you feel okay." Felix then smiled sweetly, making your stomach flip again.

"I am." you whispered. "Um, it's just weird not to have my phone to play with before sleeping." you looked around, noticing a stack of books on a shelf.

"Tell me about it. I'm like chronically online, it's a problem." Felix shook his head with a chuckle. "Or like playing videogames. My computer will be so dusty when we get out of here."

You giggled at him as he scrunched up his face and made a cute whiny sound.

"I like videogames too. We should play together soon."

"Wow, you really are the girl of my dreams." Felix looked at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you laughed, your entire body on fire from the giddiness he made you feel.

He slid down then, getting comfy on his side and you followed suit, relaxing between the clean sheets and melting into the soft pillow.

"How long do you think it will take us to get out of here?" you whispered after a few moments of silence.

"I hope not too long." Felix whispered back. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he added after another pause.

"Night, Felix." you smiled before turning on your side and closing your eyes.

You were nervous for what's to come but Felix's presence gave you a sense of comfort and safety you didn't know you needed. Just the sound of his breathing calmed you down and slowly lulled you to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open and for a moment you were completely confused. You blinked a few times, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

Right. You had come to the Village of Love yesterday, with your match. Which made you turn around quickly and gasp when you noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

"F-Felix?" you said, your voice a little raspy from sleeping. For a moment, you felt the dread creeping in but then you heard clinking, followed by a few curses coming from downstairs.

Upon arriving to the kitchen you were greeted by a frantic and disheveled Felix. You had to supress in a laugh, but it still seeped out in small giggles.

"Oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, turning around with his eyes slightly widened and his pink lips parted. "I barely slept last night so I got up like at 6am? I wanted to make myself useful so I tried making pancakes? I swear they taste better than they look! It's just that I'm usually not a morning person so-"

"Felix." you stopped his rambling, coming closer to him as you chuckled into your palm, your other hand gently placed on his arm to soothe him.

"Felix, it's okay. I'm sure the pancakes are delicious." you looked down at the half burned scraps of pancakes. "It's the thought that counts." you added with a giggle. "Aren't we meeting our neighbors for breakfast anyways?"

"Oh. That's right, we are. I'm silly." he sighed, turning the stove off with a defeated pout.

"You're cute." you said without thinking, your cheeks warming up as soon as those words left your mouth.

"You think so?" Felix chuckled, a little smirk forming on his lips and you nodded as he stared at you intently. "You're cuter." he leaned in, his breath hitting your face and you almost dissolved right then and there.

"Oh, shut up." you chuckled, making him laugh. "Let's go get dressed."

You got ready in your separate bathrooms, wondering how everything will play out for however long you'll be here. You decided to wear a dress with a floral pattern, something comfy and flowy. You hoped Felix would like it as much as you did.

And he seemed to be stunned the moment you walked out of the bathroom, giving you elevator eyes as he gulped visibly, his cheeks becoming rosy. You stood there nervously as he seemed to be lost in a trance.

"Felix?"

"Oh." he looked up at your face, the redness creeping up on his neck. "You look really pretty."

"Thank you." you giggled, your heart rate picking up while he smiled at you.

"Shall we?" he asked, reaching his hand towards you. You nodded, sliding your hand into his, your palms pressed together and fingers entwined.

They fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were waiting to be completed forever.

You met up with Gina and Ethan who were also holding hands, waving at you enthusiastically.

"Morning, neighbors!" Ethan smiled at the two of you.

"Good morning." you smiled back as everyone greeted each other.

"Did you get the map of the village?" Gina asked and Felix nodded.

"Found it in the living room this morning."

"Us too. Isn't it crazy having all these cameras around?" Gina chuckled and you looked around, noticing that all over the neighborhood there were cameras on every lamp post, every driveway, every front door.

The uneasiness settled in your chest again and you squeezed Felix's hand. He looked at you, squeezing back and giving you a small, reassuring smile. The restaurant wasn't too far away, it was a garden with lots of big trees giving shade to the tables, the sweet smell of colorful flowers mixed with the nice smell of food being cooked, making you even more hungry than you were. Finally, you saw other couples, chatting at different tables and you felt much more at ease. It felt normal.

There was soft music playing from the little building where you presumed the kitchen and servers were situated. The four of you found a table near a koi pond, excitement taking over you as you looked at the pretty fishes swimming around.

"I was about to reach for my phone and take a picture." Felix chuckled and Ethan nodded.

"Same." he said and you shook your head, thinking about how you'd probably do the same thing.

You stared at the koi fishes, who seemed to be mindlessly floating back and forth, confined in such a small pond. You wondered if they ever wanted more freedom, a bigger pond or was this all they knew so they could never think about having more space. Maybe they felt safe in a familiar, tiny enviroment.

One of the servers came to your table with a pen and notepad, writing down your orders and snapping you out of your thoughts.

The four of you made small talk before your food arrived.

"At least these pancakes look better than mine." Felix noted when the plate was placed before him and you chuckled.

"So, what do you guys think the tests will look like?" Gina asked suddenly while you ate. You looked up at the camera above your table and swallowed nervously.

"Isn't it kinda like a video game? We got a map of the place, we will have objectives or tests, we got our 'safe room', like our house where we have supplies..." Felix started and Ethan chuckled.

"I just hope there are no zombies or such. Or like damage." he added and the four of you laughed.

"I'm sure it can't be that bad." you said.

"How high is your percentage?" Gina asked.

"89%." you answered and she gasped a little.

"Ours is 74%. I guess we'll be here longer than y'all." she pouted.

"Well, we can't know that. When we have no idea what awaits us." Ethan said. He was right, you had no idea what Cupid Corp. planned out to put your connection to the test. Your eyes fell on the pond again, the koi fishes spinning around and around in circles, the repetitive motion almost making you dizzy.

~

"Do you wanna take a walk around the village?" Felix asked after you parted ways with the friendly couple next door.

"Yeah, sounds good. I need to get some blood flowing in my legs, we sat for so long."

"We did, I think we clicked with them too. Could it be they put us close to each other so we could become friends?" Felix asked when the two of you started walking, your hands entwined again, making your heart beat faster.

"Probably. I have a feeling nothing is random here." you pursed your lips.

"Me too." he agreed.

The village was really something out of a fairytale book. Not only were the houses cute but there was a cute bakery, a gallery, a flower shop, a cafe and a few other stores for groceries and such scattered around. There was even a little park for picnics and a forest to ride your bike or take a walk there. You saw other people working in all the buildings and couples walking around or sitting in the cafe or riding their bikes. It looked different than yesterday, when everything seemed eerily quiet and abandoned.

You and Felix talked about your families and job, getting to know some random facts about each other as you walked around, the sun warming your bodies up. It felt like you knew each other forever.

That evening, you decided to have your first movie night date. After a short debate since you were both indecisive, you settled on Clueless, a classic, and prepared some snacks and blankets to make the viewing more cozy.

Felix seemed a little nervous and fidgety as you got comfy on the couch, some distance created between you. He played with his fingers and the blanket, picking on it as you clicked play on the tv.

"You okay?" you asked and he nodded quickly, grabbing the bowl of popcorn.

"It's just... I like to cuddle while watching movies. Or um, I like to cuddle whenever, a lot. Physical touch is definitely one of my biggest love languages. I hope you're okay with that." Felix confessed, redness covering his freckled cheeks.

You sighed in relief, a giggle escaping your lips as you scooted closer to him, making his breath hitch.

"Okay? I'm estatic. I'm a big cuddler, it's one of my top love languages too." you nodded and Felix smiled sweetly at you.

"Right. I keep forgetting we matched so well and start feeling nervous. I don't wanna do something wrong, you know? And with the cameras watching, it adds to the awkwardness." he explained.

"I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything, okay? And you tell me too. Open communication is important." you said and Felix nodded, agreeing. "And forget about the cameras for now. I'm trying not to think about them supervising us the entire time. Let's just enjoy the movie."

"You're really sweet, y/n." Felix smiled cutely, his eyes shining as he stared at you, tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

You followed the movement for a second, your heart fluttering.

"Says you." you chuckled, poking his cheek and he giggled, relaxing next to you and scooting even closer so that your legs and shoulders touched.

Pretty soon, both of you were relaxed, forgetting that you were being filmed as you enjoyed the movie, laughing and repeating the iconic lines. Your head ended up on Felix's shoulder at one point and his heart started beating fast instantly, his hand reaching for yours. He caressed your skin with his thumb as you giggled at the tv. You've never felt this comfortable with someone you just met.

The entire day was filled with positive experiences that you almost forgot about the weird dread gathering in the pit of your stomach.

You felt a huge attraction towards Felix, your body craved to be in his warmth and when you laid in bed next to him that night, you wanted nothing more than to roll over and hold him. But maybe it was too early for that, you thought as nervousness washed over you.

"Good night, y/n." his warm voice was quiet in the darkness of the room.

"Good night, Felix."

~

The man in the chair leaned over his computer, typing in the log of the day. The two of you were perfect subjects for this village, both of you sweet and kind, ready to welcome each other into your lives. He looked at all the screens that filmed your quiet house, eyes lingering on your calm, sleeping forms. Soon, everything will change.

A whole week has passed by perfectly. It was a little too quiet, too perfect for your liking. You wondered when the actual tests would start, when you were gonna get an envelope with some objective you have to fulfill. It made you feel uneasy the entire time and you had always trusted your intuition so you knew your gut feeling was right.

You had expressed this to Felix and even though he was nervous about the whole experience too, he tried to reassure you that it can't be that bad. That maybe the test had already started by just watching the two of you interact with each other.

It sounded plausible so it calmed you down just a little bit.

At the same time, you couldn't deny the connection building between you and your match. Felix was everything you ever wanted and more, kind and thoughtful, funny and sweet, he listened to you with interest, happy to know every little detail about you; his heart was pure and full of love, not just for you but for everyone. He made you melt on the spot with just one look and smile.

Every time you cuddled while watching movies, you got a little closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, messing with your senses. You loved being close to him like that and he loved being held or holding you, it didn't matter as long as you were embracing each other in any way.

"It's such a beautiful sunny day. We could have a date by the pool?" Felix suggested one morning, batting his eyelashes at you and pouting cutely.

"Oh, sure. But I'll be watching you as I sunbathe because well, you know." you shrugged.

"Are you scared of the water? I could help you, teach you how to swim. It's good to face your fears." he smiled encouragingly and you chuckled, grabbing his hand.

"Maybe it is. I'll think about it." you smiled.

"Great! That's progress." Felix leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek and it was enough to make your heart burst.

For some reason, you didn't think about how the two of you will be almost naked by the pool and that thought crossed your mind only after you put your bathing suit on in the bathroom. A little gasp escaped your lips as your cheeks became completely red.

You decided to throw a little dress over your frame before you walked into the room. Felix was already waiting for you, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. You blushed at the sight of his legs, mentally scolding yourself and trying to calm down your heart.

Felix didn't hesitate to throw his shirt off as soon as you got to the pool. Your eyes immediately went to his abs and chest, a warmness spreading within you as you shifted. He noticed your look, his face and ears warming up. He smirked a little, enjoying the fact that he made you squirm.

"Ugh, I- I left my sunscreen upstairs." you whined.

"I'll go get it for you." Felix said. "Is it in the bathroom?"

You nodded and thanked him as he made his way into the house. After you took your dress off, your attention was grabbed by a sloshing sound of water inside the pool. Your brows furrowed, there was no wind. You gulped, coming closer to the edge of the pool, staring at your distorted reflection as the water kept sloshing.

It was just a milisecond, you couldn't react or realize what was happening, it was as if something invisible had pulled you into the water. With a loud splash your body was submerged under the surface as you started flailing your arms and legs, bubbles coming up where you were desperately trying to breathe. You managed to pull your head above water for a second, panicking as you tried to grab onto the edge of the pool, turning around just in time to see Felix running towards the pool with a terrified expression on his face. You couldn't keep yourself above water but just before you were completely submerged again, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you up to the surface.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you clutched onto Felix and he pulled you close, pressing your body into his.

"You're okay, love. I got you. I got you." he kept repeating as he caressed you, holding you tightly as he led you to the shallow part of the pool.

Tears spilled out of your eyes as you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Felix's body, your face buried in his neck.

"It's okay. I'm here. Shh." he tried to soothe you as your body shook against him.

Neither of you noticed the shadow moving away from the window inside your kitchen.

"Let's get you out." Felix led you towards one of the chairs and you sat down as he wrapped a towel around you. He caressed your hair shortly as he grabbed another chair, pulling it closer so it was facing you. He sat down and grabbed your face gently.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"I- I don't know." your lips trembled.

"I was just standing there and next thing I know, I'm underwater."

"Maybe you slipped?" Felix wondered, his brows furrowed.

"No, it was like something pulled me in." you swallowed and Felix looked back at the calm water.

"Well, whatever it was I am not leaving you alone by the pool anymore. I won't let this happen to you again." he promised, pulling you into a hug, your cheek pressed against his chest. You shivered as you held onto him, but this time it was because you felt his skin against yours. Sure, you held onto him in the pool but you were in such a state of panic that you didn't even feel your body let alone his.

You leaned back a little and looked up at Felix. His eyes travelled down to your lips and he licked at his. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as your face neared his. Felix held you tighter as your hot breaths mingled, before he pressed his plump lips on yours. You melted instantly as you started moving together, kissing gently and savoring every second of your lips touching like that.

It felt like it was meant to be, like you were made to kiss his lips and he was made to be yours. Felix licked at your bottom lip and you parted them, letting his tongue touch and play with yours. Pressing your body against his even more, you almost forgot about Cupid Corp., the cameras, the pool. But when he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, his hands squeezing your waist, you had a moment of clarity and pulled away with a gasp.

"We can't get carried away." you panted and Felix nodded, swallowing as his dark eyes lingered on your lips. His cheeks were red, his hair messy and his lips looked even more pink after kissing you.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself, love. I'm really attracted to you." Felix said, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Me too. I like you a lot, Lixie." you smiled and he chuckled sweetly, pressing a few kisses on your lips and cheeks.

"I like you a lot too. I'm so glad I signed up for this program." he said, pulling you into another hug.

"I'm glad to be here too." you tangled your hands in his hair, caressing him and he sighed happily.

"Do you still wanna stay by the pool or you wanna do something else?" he asked and you looked at the water.

"I'll sit here and you go swim." you smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"100%." you nodded and with that, he pecked your lips again and practically skipped towards the pool. You giggled to yourself, knowing he really wanted to swim so you were content with sitting by the pool and just watching his beautiful form in the water.

Goosebumps rose on your neck and you turned to look at the house, feeling like there was some kind of presence there. You tried shrugging it off as you turned back to Felix, watching him having fun and waving at you cutely.

When he got out of the water, you couldn't help the admiration in your eyes as they raked all over his naked wet body, the droplets of water sliding from his chest to his abs and disappearing under the waistband of his swim trunks. Your throat was very much dry in that moment, but your panties were not. Felix smirked at you as he walked slowly, probably trying to seduce you even though you already folded.

He leaned over you, his hands on the armrests of the chair, the water from his body dripping onto yours.

"Enjoyed the view?" he asked as you looked up at him.

"Very much so." you smirked back and he leaned in to kiss you.

"I'm glad you did." he kissed you again. "Let's get inside, it's getting dark." Felix added and the two of you made your way into your house.

As soon as you walked in, a loud beeping noise scared the both of you. You covered your ears as Felix looked around.

"What is that?!" you asked.

"I don't know." Felix yelled over the piercing noise. He followed it with you trailing behind him and holding onto his back.

"Oh. Look!" he exclaimed, grabbing the round device you had gotten in the mail.

As soon as he clicked the button, the loud sound stopped, the screen lighting up.

90%. Congratulations, Felix and Y/n!

"D-did we get a point because of me drowning in the pool?" you shivered.

"I think we got a point 'cause I saved you." Felix bit on his lip, his expression turning into one of worry. You looked up at the camera in the kitchen, your eyes wide. Just what kind of sick game were Cupid Corp. playing? And what did they have in store for you?

~

"You think they really tried to drown me on purpose?" you asked Felix when the two of you got under the covers.

"It seems so." he said as he chewed on his lip.

"I think they could escalate things." you gulped and Felix looked at you, scooting closer to your side.

"What kind of test is that? Who wouldn't jump in to save someone they love? And even someone they don't know. I'd jump in anyways." Felix got upset.

"I know, I don't understand either."

"At least we are closer to 100%." Felix said, reaching out for you. You got closer to him and he smiled sweetly, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Will you let me hold you like this?" he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"Yeah, of course." you whispered back, kissing his sweet lips.

"I'll keep you safe, love." he smiled.

"I hope they don't hurt you."

"They can try. I'm stronger than I seem."

"I belive that." you nuzzled into him as you wrapped around each other. It felt so good to be in his embrace, like nothing bad could ever happen to you.

When Felix opened his eyes the next morning and saw you sleeping so soundly in his arms, he almost melted into a puddle. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your face as his sleepy eyes observed you.

It didn't take long for you to wake up too, seeing that Felix was already looking at you made you whine and shut your eyes tightly.

"Don't look at me." you said.

"Why?" Felix chuckled as you tried hiding your face with your hands.

"Because I don't look the best when I wake up."

"What are you talking about?" Felix gently moved your hands away. "You're beautiful." he added and leaned in to kiss you but you blocked him quickly with your hand.

"Morning breath."

"Do I look like I care?" he giggled against your palm, grabbing your hand in his and kissing you despite your protests.

"So beautiful." he rasped.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a sweet talker?" you smirked.

"No, but I'll take that as a compliment." Felix giggled. "Mm. Let's stay like this." he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"I'd love to. But don't we have a brunch with Gina and Ethan?"

"Ugh. We do. Five more minutes." Felix said and you giggled, pressing your lips into his pulse. You heard his breath hitch and felt him tremble as your lips brushed against his skin.

"Don't make it harder for me to resist you, love." he whispered and kissed your head, making your cheeks warm up instantly.

"Sorry." you leaned back and he gave you a lazy smirk as he played with your hair.

~

"Ethan is sick." Gina whispered to the two of you after you rang the doorbell.

"Sick?" your brows furrowed as you noticed her eyes being shifty, darting left to right like she was on high alert, looking around to spot danger.

"Yes. High fever. Tremors. Headache." she craned her neck to look behind the two of you and you followed her eyesight, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

"I have to go. I have to go. They're watching, you know? They're watching." she murmured before disappearing into the darkness of her house and closing the door, the clicking sound indicating she had locked it.

"T-that was weird." you swallowed.

"Very weird." Felix backed away, pulling you with him. "You wanna go to brunch still?"

"Yeah." you nodded as the two of you walked away from your neighbor's house.

You kept throwing glances back, noticing the curtain on one of the windows moving as a figure disappeared behind it.

You couldn't stop thinking about the state Gina was in and what the hell was happening inside her house?

Sitting by the koi pond, you couldn't help but think that all of you were just koi fishes and the village was just one small pond that was being observed by a bigger creature.

"You okay?" Felix put his arm around your shoulder, his other hand placed on your knee.

"Just worried about Gina and Ethan. And... us."

"Us?"

"What if the same happens to us. Or worse." you swallowed, your eyes becoming big as you looked at Felix, fear bubbling up inside you.

"It won't."

"How do you know that?" you asked, your eyes filling up with tears.

"I'll keep us safe, I promise." Felix pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest, your stomach churning.

Something was wrong.

~

"Y/n, do you trust me?" Felix held you as the two of you stood in the shallow part of the pool.

"I do. It's just-"

"You're scared, I know. If it becomes too much, we'll get out immediately. But I'd love it if you at least tried. I'll hold you the entire time, okay? I won't let you out of my sight."

His reassuring words chipped away at your fear, replacing it with warmness and safety. You've never met someone like Felix, someone who was so invested in helping you get over your phobia.

"Okay, we'll start walking first." he pulled you in, holding you against him as you clutched at him.

"Relax." he tried soothing you as his hands caressed you and slowly but surely you started feeling relaxed.

"I'll hold you and swim. You try to move your legs like I told you, okay?" Felix guided you and you struggled a little at the beginning but the more he smiled at you and reassured you, the more confident you felt.

"Just stay close." you said.

"Of course, sweetheart." he smiled and your heart leaped out of your chest as your face warmed up.

Soon, you didn't even realize you were moving on your own, with Felix hovering next to you.

"You did it, y/n!" he laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his body.

"All thanks to you, Lixie." you giggled, turning around in his arms so you could look at him.

"Well, you had the will to try so it's on you too." he said, pecking your lips. His kisses were addictive, whenever he'd press his lips on yours, it was hard to stop as the two of you clung onto each other like you've been glued together.

The kisses escalated as your tongues massaged each other, your hands roaming on his freckled back. Your legs wrapped around him and he pulled you in closer, chest against chest, his hands on your butt.

"F-Felix." you stuttered, nails digging into his shoulders when you felt his erection brushing against your core.

"I'm sorry." his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, lapping at the droplets of water dripping down your skin. "I can't help it. You're so delicious, sweetheart." he nipped at your sensitive neck.

"T-the cameras." you looked around at the five different cameras in the backyard.

"I know. I know." Felix kissed your lips with a huff before he swam you both back to the shallow part.

"You can get out if you want. And give me a second to calm down." he looked at you sheepishly.

"Okay." you giggled, wrapping your body up with a towel.

Felix swam a little more while you made some lemonade, keeping an eye on him from the kitchen window.

He got out just in time as you brought the refreshing drink outside. He wiped his body with the towel quickly, throwing it aside as he pulled you closer, making you squeal, the two of you losing balance. You ended up in his lap as he sat in the chair and you chuckled as he squeezed you tightly, rubbing his cheek against your back.

"Are you sure this is a smart position right now?" you asked and he smirked at you.

Before he could answer, the familiar beeping sound blasted next to the two of you. Your heads snapped towards the device you brought everywhere, hoping the percentage would go up.

"Felix! 92%!" you gasped when you grabbed it.

"92? How did we get two points?" he stared at it.

"I have no idea! But we should celebrate. Just 8 more. And then we can leave together." you smiled as you turned you body towards him.

"I can't wait, my love." Felix smiled, leaving kisses on your arm.

You wondered why you got two points. And if it was really that easy.

~

That night, Felix was clingier than usual, completely wrapped around you as he spooned you. His lips kept pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, making goosebumps rise on your skin, heat erupting inside you.

Felix couldn't help it anymore, his own body betrayed him as he got excited again, being so close to you, feeling you pressed against him, he craved nothing more than to be even closer to you.

"L-Lix." you felt him against your backside.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Don't worry about it, it'll go away." Felix whimpered quietly, and you squeezed his wrist as he pressed into you tighter, unable to contain himself.

"It's okay." you guided his hand down to your panties, feeling desperate for his touch too.

"Y/n." he whispered. "What about the camera?"

"It's dark. And they can't see under the covers. As long as we stay quiet and don't move too much, we should be fine." you whispered back, pushing his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear.

"That's a test within itself." Felix joked and you giggled.

"Please, Felix." you begged as he hesitated.

"Fuck, baby. You don't have to beg for me. You have me always." he bit on your shoulder, his fingers exploring until they pressed into your clit when you spread your legs just a little so he can have more access. Felix started drawing slow figure eights on your sensitive clit, dipping his fingertips into your heat to gather some wetness and smear it around.

Your breath hitched and you gripped onto the cover, bringing it closer to your lips so you could muffle the little sighs coming out. His tongue darted out to lick at you neck as he played with your clit, moving slower but pressing hard. Felix sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking on it and creating a purple bruise marking you as his. You moaned quietly and he shushed you, teasing your little clit and making you clench around nothing.

"Felix." you said quietly.

"Yes, baby?" he whispered between kisses.

"I wanna touch you too." you said, so quiet so that only he could hear it. Felix's cock twitched against the back of your thigh.

"Okay." he said and you turned around, sliding your panties off and pushing them aside. Felix did the same with his underwear and grabbed your leg, putting it over his so he could spread you a little.

His hand was back between your legs, now without any tight obstacles and you had to bite back a moan as your eyes flitted towards the red dot blinking in the corner. You gripped the cover and pulled it up, only leaving some space for air and so you and Felix can kind of see each other.

You sneaked your hand down his chest and abs, fingers playing with his happy trail leading down to his leaky cock. The tip was already wet with pre cum and Felix almost groaned when you touched him, smearing it around as your fingers massaged him.

"B-baby." the tip of his nose touched yours and he leaned in to kiss you as your hand wrapped around his length. He sighed into your mouth and you swallowed it, breathing in his air while he slowly pushed his finger inside your welcoming heat.

You bit on his lower lip when he pushed in deep, your pussy clenching and begging for more. Felix groaned quietly, pushing into your hand while you moved it slowly, giving him gentle pleasure. Both of you moved in sync with each other, keeping the slow and torturous pace that was somehow sweet. You were both lingering on edge, wanting more.

Felix pulled his finger out and before you could protest, he started pushing two fingers in. The entire time you were making out, swallowing each other's moans and breaths.

"God, faster please." Felix whispered and you looked at the direction of the camera again, excitement rushing through you at the thought of getting caught. You sped up, pumping his cock as he fucked your pussy harder.

"Shh, quiet down love." he said when you started moaning silently.

"Sorry." you whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck. Felix immediately threw his head back, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as you attacked his skin with bites and kisses, flicking your wrist.

"I- I- can't." Felix groaned quietly. "Y/n." his fingers stilled inside you as he came, spilling his hot cum on your thigh, hand and the sheets. You helped him ride his high, kissing his lips and whispering quiet praises against them.

"Bring your legs up." he said, pressing your legs together, sliding his arm under your knees and lifting them towards him.

"Wh-what..."

"Shh. Trust me, sweetheart." he said as he leaned over you a little, his fingers sliding on your wet slit. He slowly pushed them back in, the position of your legs lifted up and pressed together like you were in a fetal position added to the pressure between your legs, his fingertips pressing right into your sweet spot.

"F-Felix!" you whimpered and he pressed his free hand against your lips, shushing you as he started fucking his fingers in and out of you.

You feared that this was definitely visible on the camera, the movement of his hand was too frantic under the sheets. Your muffled whines made Felix lean in and leave sweet kisses on your face.

"Shh, it's okay, just relax and let go, sweetheart." he cooed at you, his tongue licking at your ear.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your face and pressed his lips on yours, his fingers ramming into your sweet spot repeatedly.

"Lix." you whined against his lips as he licked at them.

"Cum for me love." he encouraged and your pussy clenched around his fingers, your heart beating out of your chest as you let go, spilling your release on his fingers, some of it ending up on the mattress below you.

"Shit." he cursed quietly, caressing your wet pussy.

You clutched onto him, kissing him again like you needed it to breathe.

"You okay?" he asked, his hand searching around for his boxers.

"Y-yeah." you answered. "You?"

"More than okay." he smiled as he grabbed the boxers and cleaned both of you up as much as he could. "Um. We can't really change the sheets now, it would look suspicious." he added, throwing both of your underwear sneakily on the floor next to his side, where the camera wouldn't see.

"We can sleep on your side?"

Felix smiled and pulled you over, making you giggle quietly as the two of you settled against each other. He buried his face in your neck, his hand gently caressing your figure as you played with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks.

The man in the chair smirked. Bingo.

When your eyes fluttered open the next morning, you were greeted with the cutest sight. Felix was still sleeping, his face smushed against the pillow as he drooled a little. Overwhelmed with your growing feelings for him, you leaned in and bit at his cheek.

Felix groaned quietly and you giggled, kissing where you had bitten him before you went lower, biting his neck and then his shoulder.

"Y/n." his deep voice made you shiver and you giggled against his soft skin again before sinking your teeth into his arm. His eyes fluttered open as he smacked his lips and looked at you.

"Interesting way to wake me up, not gonna lie." he smirked a little before grabbing you and making you squeal as he suddenly flipped the two of you, him being on top.

"Felix!" you chuckled when his fingers ghosted on your sides, tickling you slightly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he smirked, burying his face in your neck and teasing you with little licks and kisses.

"D-don't. It's daytime, the camera-"

"I'm just gonna bite you a little. Return the favor." he blew on your neck before biting into your skin and sucking. You had to bite on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Isn't this prohibited too?

"F-Felix, you have to stop." you whined.

"You're lucky the cameras are here. Otherwise, nothing would be able to save you from me." he wiggled his eyebrows and you chuckled, playfully pushing him away.

The morning started beautifully and you completely forgot about the rules whenever Felix smiled at you. You were both walking on cloud 9 and you couldn't wait to get out of this place so you can go anywhere with him by your side.

"Do you think they saw us last night?" Felix asked while the two of you munched on your food.

"I hope not." you said, your cheeks becoming red as you looked away from him.

"Getting shy on me, sweetheart?" Felix smirked, fingers brushing against your cheek.

"A little." you confessed, biting on your lip as your heart sped up.

"Don't be." he smiled wide as he leaned in, pecking your face with kisses. You started chuckling before you grabbed his face and kissed his lips.

"There. Better?" you asked and he nodded.

"Much better." Felix said and stood up to put his plate away. You took another sip of your coffee before a loud crash made you jump.

You turned around instantly to see the plate broken into pieces and Felix grabbing at his stomach.

"F-Felix?" you stood up abruptly, your chair flying on the floor.

Felix struggled to open his mouth and speak, he struggled to breathe as he clutched at both his stomach and chest.

"Oh my god! Felix!" you cried, grabbing at him as his face got red and his eyes watered.

"W-what is happening?!" you panicked, not having any kind of phone or knowing what to do in that moment. You turned to the camera in the corner.

"Help us, you fucking assholes!" you yelled at the camera as Felix shook and heaved in your arms.

A moment passed and his breathing started getting more normal, his face becoming paler in contrast to the redness that appeared before. His eyes were glassy, hands shaking as he slumped against you, falling to his knees. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as he gripped at you, seeking comfort from you. Heat radiated from his body and you touched his forehead, realizing he was burning up with a fever.

"Oh, Felix. Can you hear me?" you held his face in your hands as he looked through you.

His lips opened and closed a few times and he blinked before focusing on your eyes.

"I-it hurts." he rasped, his fingers desperately digging into your arms.

"What hurts, baby?" your body filled up with fear and anger. They did this.

"Everything." Felix sniffled and you helped him get up as he leaned on you.

"Let's get you to the couch." you led him to the living room before making him sit down. He looked horrible, a 180 from just a few moments ago when everything was normal. He was sweating profusely, his skin pale, his breathing heavy.

The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jolt.

"I'll be right back." you said, covering Felix up with a blanket as he was shivering even though he was burning up.

You had no idea who to expect at the door, maybe a paramedic, maybe a savior, maybe an explanation.

But you didn't expect Gina.

"G-Gina?" you eyes widened.

"Here." she shoved a box in your arms.

"W-what is this?" you asked.

"Medicine. They said... I had to deliver it to you. He'll be okay like Ethan. Just be careful. Be careful. They watch, you know? They know everything. They know." she looked a little panicked before she turned around, murmuring to herself and repeating how they watch and they know.

You opened up the box and sure enough there were different vitamins, medicine and bags of tea inside it.

You turned to look at the camera with a scowl on your face before you rushed off to Felix.

"Y/n." Felix whimpered, his bottom lip trembling as he looked up at you with teary eyes.

"It's okay, baby. You'll be okay." you tried to calm him down even though you were panicking too. You quickly fluffed up the pillows and helped him lie down.

"Are you comfy?" you asked.

"C-cold." he shivered, clutching onto the blanket.

"I'll bring another blanket for you." you said.

"Don't leave me!" Felix looked panicked as he gripped at your wrist.

"I won't, I'll be right back, I promise." you leaned down to kiss his burning forehead. He made a little noise but still let you go, albeit reluctantly. After finding another blanket, you tucked him in, taking it upon you to make him some tea, give him medicine and try to get his fever down however you could. You say next to his legs and placed a wet cloth on his forehead making him whine as he threw his arm around your thighs.

It was weird. The way he suddenly developed a high fever was unnatural. He wasn't sneezing or coughing, just shaking and sweating. You racked your brain, spinning different scenarios in your head and ways of how they could make him sick.

Then it clicked. The food.

But, how did you not get sick, just Felix? You couldn't understand how it was possible for these faceless and nameless individuals to play god with your health and safety. And what the hell did that have to do with you being a good match?

You wondered if the two of you could leave before you get to 100. You've never heard of such cases but surely there was a way? Maybe you could run away? Who could stop you, right? You have free will and you can leave whenever you want, you're not a prisoner.

"Y/n." Felix said weakly, his eyes fluttering open.

"Lixie. How do you feel? Any better?" you asked and he nodded.

"A bit." he said.

"I'll make you some soup." you said, knowing you have no other choice than to trust that not all your groceries were laced with some kind of virus.

"Okay." he said and you caressed his face shortly before standing up.

"Call me if you need anything. I won't be long." you said and he nodded again.

As the soup boiled, so did your anger. First they try to drown you then they make Felix sick? What's next on the menu? You looked up at the camera for the nth time.

"Hurt him again and I'll find you." you said quietly but the man behind the screen heard you, typing away on his laptop. He felt a bit bad for you but there was nothing he could do, he was just tasked to watch and report the progress.

"Can you sit up?" you asked Felix after you brought the warm soup to the living room.

"Ugh. Help me." Felix whimpered and you wrapped your arms around him as he held onto you, pulling him into a sitting position.

"I feel weakness in my arms and legs." he muttered.

"You'll be back on your feet in no time." you tried to soothe him as you sat next to him. "If they don't lace more of our food with a virus."

"How are you so sure?" Felix gulped.

"Because I'm taking care of you. And if they try something again I will burn this fucking village down." you made sure the camera picked up what you said and Felix let out a pained chuckle, grabbing at his side.

"Feeling protective over me?" he asked and your cheeks reddened instantly.

"I- I mean... Yes." you nodded and he smiled.

"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd be really turned on right now." he said and you giggled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Shut up and eat your soup."

"Feed me?" he pouted.

"Sure." you chuckled, shaking your head a little as he acted cute. Well cuter than usually.

"Will you cuddle me?" he asked after you managed to feed him the soup without making too much of a mess and you nodded, scooting closer to him and covering yourself up with the blanket too.

"Come here." you whispered and Felix leaned in, pressing his forehead into your neck. He was still warm but less than before and you hoped that the worst had passed.

"I don't think it was the food." he whispered suddenly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The tv was loud enough to not let the camera hear what you were whispering about and after glancing at it you glanced down at Felix's sleepy face pressed against your chest.

"What do you mean?" you whispered into his hair.

"Look at my arm. Very carefully." he whispered back and you pretended to caress him until you uncovered his sleeve, acting nonchalant for the camera. Your brows furrowed as you stared.

"Is that a needle mark?" you asked.

"I think so." he looked up at you and you covered him up and held him tighter against you.

"You think they snuck in while we were sleeping and put some kind of virus into your body?" you asked and he nodded against you.

"That's sick. That's really sick. I- I think we should leave."

"We can't, not until we get to a 100." Felix said, rubbing his cheek against you and squeezing you tighter.

"B-but what if they do something worse?"

"It'll be okay." he muttered as he drifted off.

You sighed, running your hand through his hair soothingly as you stared at the tv absentmindedly, a random movie from the dvd collection playing on it.

You looked at him occasionally, admiring his cute sleeping face. Did you really have to wait until 100 to start your life with Felix?

Over the course of the next two days, you had been by Felix's side the entire time. The medicine worked perfectly and pretty soon Felix was back to his old self, healthy and full of energy.

"Y/n. Love." he held you tightly. "Thank you for taking care of me." he stared at you with sparkly eyes before he kissed you like his life depended on it, stealing your breath away.

"Of course." you smiled as you parted.

The loud sound of the device startled you both. Felix neared it, picking it up and looking at the screen.

"95." he scoffed.

"For what? Almost killing you." you said. "This is some sick game to you, isn't it?" you turned to the camera then, furious.

"Sweetheart, don't. We're almost done." Felix pulled you into him. "I have a plan." he whispered into your hair and you nodded.

You were going to escape the village.

~

That night, you got ready for bed as usual, your hands reaching to open the covers so you could get in. Before you could even touch the blanket, you were grabbed as Felix wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, almost making you scream.

"Come with me." he pulled you into his bathroom.

"Felix we can't-"

"We're leaving anyways." he said, closing the door before pinning you against it. His hands held your wrists gently but firmly as he pressed his body against yours, nudging your legs apart with his knee.

"Felix." you let out a little gasp when his thigh pressed against your warmth.

He couldn't wait anymore, one hand still pinning your wrists and the other gently holding your chin as he crashed his lips into yours. Both of you whimpered quietly into each other's mouth as your tongues collided. Your mind became fuzzy instantly and Felix was becoming impatient, his hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing ever so slightly as his other hand slid down towards your chest.

"It's hard to keep my cool around you. I just want you so much." Felix talked lowly, both of his hands grabbing your breasts and massaging them. You whimpered, grinding against his thigh on instict.

"I want you too, Lixie. I can't wait anymore."

"Yeah? You want me to take you right here, against the door?" he smirked and you gasped as he leaned back with a smirk, pushing your panties aside and touching your clit.

"Y-yes." you whispered and he chuckled, hands on your waist as he swiftly turned you around to face the door. Your palms slapped against it and you dug your nails in as he slid fingers over your wet pussy.

"I think she's ready to take me." he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he pulled his boxers down. You swallowed when you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you. Warmness washed over you and you clenched in anticipation.

"Tell me if it's okay. Or do you want me to prep you?" he asked, his hand sliding down your back.

"J-just fuck me, Felix." you begged and he chuckled darkly.

"My baby has a dirty mouth, hm?" he slid his tip between your folds, back and forth, slowly, teasing you and torturing you.

"Please." you whimpered again and his own desperation got the best of him, he couldn't tease you and himself anymore so he slowly pushed in.

You moaned while he filled you up, your eyes fluttering shut as your knees buckled.

"Fuck. So tight." he groaned, bottoming out.

"L-Lix." you whimpered and he gripped your hips, moving slowly at first, letting you adjust.

You pushed back into him, meeting his thrusts as you let out moans of pleasure, your voice getting more high pitched every time his tip pressed into your sweet spot.

"You take me so well, baby. You really were made just for me." Felix moaned, fucking harder into you, his hips smacking against you.

You were a mess, not even able to answer as he got you drunk on his cock instantly.

"Fuck." Felix groaned as he looked at your ass, his hand coming down on your flesh, spanking you and making you whine out loud.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he smirked behind you and spanked you again.

"Y-yes!" you moaned and he sped up, his hips unforgiving as he shook your body, his hands gropping and slapping. He felt you clenching around him, his arms wrapping around you, hands on your breasts as he pulled on your nipples and played with them.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess on my cock?" Felix fucked into you harder.

"Yes, ah!" you whimpered, your legs shaking as you spasmed and came all over his length.

"Good girl. You make me so proud." he groaned, chasing his high.

"Y-you have to pull out, I didn't take the pill... Since I got here." you moaned, feeling overstimulated.

"S-shit!" Felix whimpered, pulling out of your pussy and giving himself a few tugs, exploding behind you, his cum landing on your ass and back.

"So pretty." he gripped at your ass. "Mine."

"Yours." you whined back when he spanked you again.

He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you, turning you so you were facing him.

"That was absolutely not how I imagined our first time." Felix said, pecking your lips.

"How did you imagine it?" you held onto him with a smile on your face.

"Dinner, flowers, you know the whole thing. You put on some pretty lingerie for me and then we make love the entire night." he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Aren't you romantic?" you giggled, kissing him gently.

"I am. A lot." he grinned, pulling you into a hug.

"We can do all that when we get out of here. Which is what we should be doing right now."

"Yeah. You got your bag ready?" he asked and you nodded.

"Let's clean up then."

~

The streets were dark and empty, the only light that was coming from the lamp posts was dim and barely illuminated your path. It must've been around 3am. Dead silence filled up the space, every house was dark and quiet. No one was awake. The two of you stalked towards the gate, knowing the cameras are watching you.

There was no blind spots, they thought of everything. You didn't give a damn anymore. They can come and stop you themselves instead of playing these sick games.

Of course, the gate was locked.

"Felix?" you swallowed and his head snapped towards you. "That wasn't there when we got here, right?" you pointed and he gasped.

Electric fence.

Everywhere you turned to look, there it was.

"What the hell?" Felix frowned. "Are they crazy?"

"Obviously they are." you stated. "What should we do now?"

"How about the forest? Could be connected to like a main road? There's no way they put this electric fence all around." Felix looked frustrated.

"We could try." you nodded, your hand reaching out for his. With fingers entwined you hurried the other way.

Suddenly, a loud alarm pierced through the calm night air, making you both scream out as you grabbed at your ears, the sound pounding inside your head, making you want to pull your hair out.

Your vision became blurry and you tried to stay close to Felix as the sound became even louder and in the corner of your eye, you saw shadows moving.

Everything went black.

~

You woke up in your room, drenched in sweat. It was still dark out and you looked around, noticing Felix was still sleeping and the device on his night stand was blinking.

"Lix." you shook him gently.

"Hm."

"Lix." you repeated, leaning over him to look at the little screen.

"98?" you frowned. "Why?"

"What?" Felix sat up slowly. "What is it?"

"We're up to 98. Because we tried to escape?"

"I- I don't know. Ugh, I feel weird." Felix said and as soon as those words left his lips, you felt lightheaded yourself.

"I can't feel my legs." he gasped.

"What's happening to us? What did they do?" your eyes watered as you felt the same paralyzing feeling.

"T-they drugged us." Felix tried to grab at you but his arms weren't listening to him no matter how much he willed them to move.

"Felix." you whimpered, feeling some kind of tiredness washing over you. "I love you."

"I love you." he whispered back before everything went black again, neither of you noticing the device was now blinking with 99.

The light was barely coming in through the branches, the sun not being completely up yet. The air was damp and smelled of the earth, rain and trees. You took in a deep breath, wiggling your fingers against the ground, feeling the texture of moss under your fingertips.

You felt as if you were floating even though you were very clearly touching the ground. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you gasped. Everything seemed distorted, like you couldn't focus your eyes on what's in front of you. Weird sounds filled up your ears, ones you couldn't recognize or understand. One moment they seemed like distant shouts and the other it was as if someone was talking gibberish right into your ear.

You lifted your shaky hands towards your face as you felt hot tears sliding down your cheek and into your hair splayed on the earth. Your hands. You were looking at them but it was as if they were separated from your body, like you weren't in control of them. You stared for however long, not being able to conceptualize if it was 10 seconds or an hour.

When you finally sat up, your head started spinning and you saw shadows moving in the corner of your eye, hiding behind the trees and melting into the ground. You blinked a couple of times but your sight remained blurry even when you got up. Your legs buckled for a second and you almost fell, grabbing at a tree next to you.

Find him. Find him.

Something whispered and you felt a buzzing sensation spreading all over your body. You grabbed at your ears as the whispers kept getting louder until-

FIND HIM!

A yell, a dark screeching voice echoed inside your brain.

Felix. You have to find him.

You had no idea how you even ended up in the forest and what was wrong with you while you were walking, your limbs felt like they were disconnected, your head pounded with a headache and your forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You heard a smacking sound on your right, like something hit the wet ground and you turned to look but couldn't see anything there.

"Felix?!" your voice came out weak, your throat burning. "Felix!" you whimpered, more tears spilling out your eyes.

The whispers and the smacking sounds became louder, closer, more of them surrounding you. You started freaking out, panic building up within you. The sound of cracking caught your attention and you screamed out when the trees started growing in towards you, their branches becoming longer and reaching out to grab you. You kept screaming as you squatted down, covering your head up and crying.

"Please, stop!" you cried. It was silent. You lifted your head up slowly and the trees were exactly how they were before. No menacing branches hovering over you, reaching to take you.

You quickly stood up, your sight a little less blurry as adrenaline from the fear kicked in. Your legs reacted faster than you could anticipate as you started running, small twigs snapping under the weight of your feet.

The smacking sounds were back and now you could see what they were. All around you, koi fishes wiggled and smacked against the floor, trying to breathe in the dry air. You gasped, wondering how the hell was this happening.

You must be tripping.

The rational part of your mind reminded you that whoever was behind Cupid Corp. didn't hesitate to use all sorts of methods to execute their 'tests'.

They probably drugged you and everything you were seeing right now was a hallucination.

With that realization in mind, you carried on through the forest as it got thicker, ignoring all the voices around you and the fishes seemingly falling from the sky.

Things lurked in the bushes and behind trees, shivers running up your spine as it got darker. You thought you heard Felix calling for you among all those distorted voices.

"Felix?!"

"Y/n!" you heard a distant sound.

"Felix? Where are you?" you hurried up, almost slipping on the moss.

"I'm here!" the voice was clearer now, to your left and you ran and ran until you were stopped in your tracks. A huge koi wish wriggled on the ground where Felix should've been.

"Felix?" you were perplexed as you stared at the sight before you.

"Get me out of here."

Is he... inside the fish?

You noticed a knife on the floor next to it. You blinked and the next thing you knew you were standing in front of the fish with the knife in your hand. You stabbed into the flesh, blood oozing out as you started cutting up the fish like a maniac, guts spilling from the inside until Felix emerged, covered up in all of the fish goo, the stench of it making you nauseous.

"What the fuck?" you swallowed and then everything disappeared, pulling you into the darkness again.

~

The loud piercing sound of the device you prayed to every single day shook your entire body. You jolted up, realizing you were in bed and Felix was waking up next to you.

No fishes, no guts, no forest, no whispers.

100%! Congratulations and have a safe departure from our Village of Love!

"Village of love? More like village of horror." you said as Felix leaned in to look at the screen. A loud sound scared you again, a masked voice following after it.

"Thank you for participating in our program. You've proved your love to each other, built up devotion and trust in just a month. You are now the perfect match. We apologize for any discomfort you felt here and offer you The Juice of Oblivion so you may forget about the... less fun experiences you had here. You can choose not to drink the juice, but remember after you leave through the gate, you're obligated by law to not talk about our tests here. Enjoy the rest of your life together!"

You glanced at the night stand, seeing the suspicious blue liquid inside a bottle.

Felix suddenly started laughing next to you and you looked at him. Laughter bubbled up from your throat too and the two of you cackled for a good minute, until you were heaving for breath and wiping tears away.

"This was fucking insane." he said.

"Were you really stuck inside a fish?" you asked and Felix looked at you like you were insane.

"Was I what?"

"I had to gut a koi fish to get you out, in the forest." you explained and he shook his head.

"You were tripping. We both were, I figured that the moment I stepped foot on the pool. Like on the water. And you were under it, trying to get out but it was as if there was some kind of barrier keeping me from you. I had to find a spot to pull you out. The amount of anguish it gave me..." Felix licked at his dry lips and you reached out to grab his hand.

"Do you wanna drink the juice?" you asked.

"I just wanna get the hell out of here." he said and you agreed.

You were pretty sure this was illegal, all of the stuff happening here; them not disclosing the use of psychedelic stimulants or whatever the drugs were in the contract was also illegal.

But at the same time, if you never participated, maybe you would've never met Felix.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as you approached the gate with a few other couples, including Gina and Ethan.

"How I'm glad I met you. But I'm gonna need therapy." you said and Felix laughed.

"We'll go together. This is just the first day of the rest of our life." he smiled, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand.

The man in the chair watched all the couples leave. His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he saw new cars approaching the village.

He wondered what kind of sick tests they had in store for the new inhabitants of the Village of Love?

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CHAN

Confused puppy mode activated. He blinks at you like you’ve just told him you hate puppies and sunshine. “Wait… you don’t wanna kiss me? Like. Right now?” He immediately checks his breath. Sniffs his shirt. *“Did I do something?” When you teasingly shake your head and walk away, he dramatically collapses onto the couch like he’s in a K-drama. “So this is what heartbreak feels like…” Literally pouts for the next ten minutes. Will not stop staring at your lips. Once it goes on for that long he Starts offering kisses to inanimate objects. “Okay fine, I’ll kiss this pillow instead. It never betrays me.” Bonus: the second you kiss him later, he perks up like nothing ever happened. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” Smug and clingy for the next hour. You’ve created a monster.

MINHO

Immediately squints at you like you just challenged his entire existence. “...You must be joking.” Proceeds to act like you just committed a crime against the state of Minho. Fake gasp. “After everything I’ve done for you? Dramatically flops onto the bed, face down. Mumbles something about betrayal and ungrateful partners. Ten seconds later, peeks up: “Was it my eyeliner? Be honest.” Lowkey offended, highkey teasing. Will start threatening your plushies. “If you don’t kiss me in five seconds, Mr. Bunbun gets it.” Refuses to let you live in peace until you give in. Starts hovering near you with his cheek out like: “You could fix this right now. Just saying.” If you still don’t kiss him, he pouts and goes quiet for a whole… five minutes. Then casually brushes his fingers against yours and mutters, “...You’re lucky I like you.”

CHANGBIN

Visibly malfunctions. Stares at you like his world just crumbled. “Huh?? You’re joking. That was a joke, right?” Looks around like he’s on a hidden camera show. “Did I not flex enough today? Is that why?” Pulls out his phone, turns the front camera on. Stares at himself. “No way someone this cute is getting rejected right now.” Dramatic™ but clingy: follows you around the room, hands behind his back like a lost duckling. “I’m not saying I’m upset. But my heart? Yeah, it’s broken.” Tries puppy eyes. Then arms-crossed-pouting. Then both. If you keep refusing just to tease him, he gasps and goes: “Wow. Betrayal. This is worse than when Felix ate my last dumpling.” Eventually sulks in a corner… until you sneak a kiss on his cheek. Perks up immediately: “You still love me. I knew it.”

HYUNJIN

Gasp. Actual gasp. Like hand-to-chest, Shakespeare-level shock. “You’re refusing me? Me?? The most kissable man alive?” Stares at you in disbelief like you just said you don’t like art or dogs. Immediately gets extra dramatic. leans against a wall like he’s in a tragic romance movie. “So this is what unrequited love feels like…” Paces around the room dramatically whispering, “Why? Why me?” May or may not fake faint into your arms. “I’m going to write poetry about this betrayal.” Pulls out his sketchbook and scribbles something that looks suspiciously like a broken heart with your name in it. BUT the moment you offer a kiss later, he puts the drama on hold so fast. “Oh? You’ve come to your senses? I forgive you.” (Still makes you kiss him three times to make up for the heartbreak.)

HAN

Instantly gasps like he’s been shot. “WHAT DID I DO?! Tell me right now. I can change.” Drops to his knees in the middle of the room. “Is it because I ate your last snack? I’ll buy you ten more. Just please kiss me.” Dramatic? Yes. Clingy? Also yes. Starts listing reasons why he deserves a kiss. “I’m cute. I’m loyal. I only cried twice this week.” 100% will try to trick you into kissing him. “Hey, what’s that on your cheek?” When you turn to face him he puckers his lips. When you still refuse, he fake-wipes a tear. “This is worse than that time my mom forgot to pack my juice box.” Crawls under a blanket burrito-style and mutters, “I’m going to disappear from society.” …until you give him a kiss and he immediately pops up like, “Okay I’m healed. You’re forgiven. Let’s make out.”

FELIX

At first, he thinks you didn’t hear him. “Wait, love… did you… did you miss the part where I asked for a kiss?” You say no. He gasps. Visibly stunned. Looks personally victimized. Places a hand on his chest like, “my freckles are crying right now.” Looks up at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “But I baked you cookies last week…” Might dramatically flop onto the floor with zero warning. “This is the end. This is how I go. KISSLESS.” Starts muttering in his deep voice: “No more sunlight. No more hope. Just vibes and heartbreak.” Will start offering you bribes: “One kiss = one Aussie accent moment.” If you give in, he lights up like the sun. “YAY! I mean… ahem thank you, my love.” If you don’t, he pouts and writes “RIP me” in your notes app.

SEUNGMIN

You say no and he just blinks at you. “Okay.” Totally calm. Deadpan. Turns back to his phone. You think he doesn’t care. He’s so chill it’s suspicious. But five minutes later, you realize… He’s suddenly so petty. “No, I’m not sharing my fries. People who withhold kisses don’t get fries.” Starts fake-laughing at memes on his phone louder than usual. “Wow. This meme gave me more affection than SOME people. Keeps glancing at you, unimpressed. “You had one job.” If you try to kiss him later to make up for it, he leans back with raised brows. “Ohhh, so now you want to kiss me?” Acts like he’s in negotiations. “I’ll consider it… for a price.” But one kiss and he melts instantly. “Okay fine. I guess I am cute enough to forgive.”

JEONGIN

Freezes. Just freezes. “Wait. Are you serious?” Squints at you like you just said you don’t like baby bread. “Do you know what you’re missing out on?” gestures to his own face “Premium. Kissable. Visuals.” At first, he acts like he’s too cool to care. “Tch. Whatever. I didn’t want one anyway.” Five minutes later: “I could’ve been kissed… but nooo… someone had to be heartless.” Starts sending you dramatic selfies captioned: “Unkissed. Unloved. Unbothered.” Tries to guilt trip you with his pouty face. “Even Seungmin would kiss me right now.” Eventually starts following you around whispering “kiss me kiss me kiss me” like a cursed ringtone. When you finally kiss him? “Took you long enough.” But his smile is so big he gives himself away in two seconds.

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Café Felix and his half eaten lemon cake and tea 🍰

I love long hair felix and his half ponytail, so I love drawing it ❤️‍🩹