SO SICK

Pairing: Felix x f!reader

Genre: smut (a bit), angst, fluff

Summary: “Sex without commitment” was what you agreed to with Felix a year ago. You didn't know then that you were going to fall head over heels in love with him, and even more so you didn't know that you were going to get pregnant. What to do now and how to tell Felix that your "let's just enjoy each other without any problems" has turned into "you're going to be a father soon"?

Words: 3,9k

Warnings & tags: sex (soft-dom!Felix), unplanned pregnancy, fear of loneliness, mentions of physical illness

It was just sex for both of you at the beginning. You liked how good-looking Felix was, how polite and respectful in life and how hot and dominative in bed. And he liked you back, especially your legs, hair, lips, and waist. When you were together you looked like a real couple, but the fact was that he wasn’t interested in serious relationship (as you did too initially) and when you both felt a mutual attraction, he offered to enjoy spending time with each other without any obligations. An approval was the biggest mistake of your life.

Even if initially, you didn't have romantic feelings for him, then in the year that you "helped" each other, whether you wanted it or not, you learned a lot more about him, and he about you, than just your favorite sex poses. You were like… friends, maybe?

He was too busy with his work and didn’t pay much attention to any kind of feelings anyways. But you really liked the days when you got very sick and he found out about it, cooked brownies and took care of you so softly that you didn’t even know he could be such a gentle man in closer relationship. You wanted to think that he was really worried, and not just dreamed of bringing down your temperature so that he could fuck you again as soon as possible.

By now, the status of your relationship with Felix has gone from "we have good sex without commitment, and everything suits us" to "You’re in love with a person who is in love with your body". How bad does it sound from 10 to 10?

On the one side it was just another night as dozens earlier, on the other it was quite different. You were lying on your stomach, resting your head on the pillow which absorbed your long moans while you were feeling Felix moving inside you. You didn’t know what happened for real, but the way he cared about you this time, the feeling of his palms gently stroking your back and his tender movements just made you crazy. He was often different but never so tender, and, honestly, you liked it so much. Maybe that’s how women feel during the sex when they know the men love them?

“How does it feel, baby girl?”, you heard his low voice over your ear, that made goosebumps run down your spine. Your body, shuddering with pleasure, responded with a deflection in the lower back and your voice was making soft, gentle meows that Felix loved to listen to every time he drove you into a frenzy. Your short moans meant more to him than any possible screams, and if you pronounced his name with your tiny voice lying naked under his body, then he was ready for absolutely anything. Especially tonight.

“Felix”, your breathing was ragged, “It feels so good. Can you… be a little faster?”, you sighted and closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the full of him inside as much as possible, “please, I’m close”

“How can I refuse when you ask like that?”, he whispered, then gently kissed your neck, “but I want to see your face, beautiful”

You nodded and Lix turned you to your back. A second later, he hovered over you, leaning on his elbows, and slowly, completely entered. Warm, full lips touched yours as you moaned right into his mouth.

“You like this?”, the softness of his voice and body moves deprived you of the ability to think brightly.

“So much…”, your eyes were closed, mouth opened, and the head leaned back more heavily on the pillow as the body trembled, “just a little faster… please, Felix…”

Gently kissing your earlobe, he left his head there so that you could hear him growling and moaning as close as possible to you, picking up the pace. Your body trembled harder, while Felix's voice and moves were bringing you closer to the peak. As far as you reached it, his name fell from your desperately mewing lips right into his ear, which just drove him insane and brought to the highest moment of pleasure with you.

“You were so special tonight”, you told ten minutes later, when both of you calmed down and were lying on the bed. He stood up on his elbow and looked at you, gently stroking your cheek with his arm.

He grinned, “want me to be like that more often?”

You nodded, smiling shyly, “but only with me”

“What do you mean?”, he raised his eyebrows, “do you think I sleep with someone else?”

“I don’t know… we haven’t talked about it ever”

“Yeah, because it wasn’t important. But if you want to be aware, I’m not interested in having sex with anybody but you”

It should have sounded nice, but something just collapsed inside you. You hoped to the last that you were causing something more than just sexual attraction in him, but you were too afraid to ask. You didn’t want to lose even this time with him if you told about your real feelings. You wanted to ask, “Is it important now?”, but you just shut your mouth and smiled.

Maybe one day he would ask you on a romantic date. THREE WEEKS LATER

You have never felt so bad at the mornings. You were sick all night, and when you finally managed to fall asleep, you hoped that it would get better in the morning, but apparently you were wrong. The first thing you did after you opened your eyes was run to the toilet, feeling vomiting again. As you were able to stand up on your weak legs, you called to your work and took a day off. Felix wanted to stop by your place in the evening after you were supposed to be free. You haven't seen him for a week and for the first time in a year both of you agreed not to have sex, but to watch some movie and order pizza. Moreover, it was his suggestion, and he knew that during these days you must had your period. He didn’t know when exactly, but he still wanted to just come.

The only thing you didn't tell him was that your period was already a week late. Your cycle, in principle, was not regular and you got used to it, so you never sounded the alarm ahead of time. Only today your intuition suggested that, most likely, you had huge problems.

Trying to fight the dizziness, you came back to your bed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. Black and white spots walked before your eyes as soon as you opened them. You were afraid to get up because you felt like you could faint at any moment. And the phone rang. Felix.

“Hey, Lix. I’m so sorry, I…”, you sighed again. You had no strength to speak as fast and loud as you generally did, so you needed some time to take a breath and continue, “I feel extremely bad, it seems like I got poisoned with something yesterday. Can we maybe delay our movie-pizza-evening?”

“Of course, kitten. Can I help somehow?”

God, please, don't make it worse than it already was. This soft-caring Felix made you fall head over heels in love with him several months ago and it was melting and ruined your heart at the same time.

“Maybe I can bring something for you to feel better? I can go to the pharmacy”, he continued.

Oh lord.

In fact, you wanted to see him very much, to feel his care, to enjoy how he would make you tea, ask about your well-being and adjust the blanket, but you couldn't afford it now.

Because something told you that you weren't sick, but maybe pregnant. However, you'd rather faint and die on this bed than ask him to buy you a pregnancy test.

“You don’t even realize how much I appreciate that, Lixie”, you wanted to start crying on how bad the situation was, “but I have everything I need. You could spend your time with friends, last time we saw each other Hyunjin was calling you so-o-o many times. He obviously needs your attention very much”, you tried to chuckle.

You heard him smirked, “Okay then, but if you feel worse or if you need something, you can call me, and I’ll be right there”

“Thank you”, you smiled, and after the call ended, drank a little water.

Thankfully you lived in a 21st century and you bought three, just in case, pregnancy tests with delivery to the door. You weren’t that scary about the situation when you made a purchase, but real fear came to you when you held it in your arms. Three pregnancy tests. Was it exactly the thing you were dreaming about in 23 years old? He was also 23, so you could say that you were swimming in the same boat like young and potential future parents. 90% of yourself wanted to believe that this was another failure of your body, and another 10% were scared by thoughts that you were pregnant.

Throughout your entire life you were quite sure that you would find a man who would love you and who you would love back, and you would make a child because you wanted and were ready to become parents. What you had actually: you found the man you fell in love with (not mutually) and, probably, became pregnant because of the inattention and neglect of both of you. You always used the condom and only once it broke. It happened towards the end, and, apparently, approaching the peak, you were simply not able to notice any special changes in feelings. You thought of how it could happen and you didn't understand what the problem actually was, but you and Felix were sure that finally you made everything carefully. You even drank contraceptives, and that what you ended up with: triple hit on the first attempt.

But deep inside you would be happy to have a baby from Felix. However, would he feel the same?

You were thinking about it for more than an hour, trying to gather your strength and do the first test. When you finally did, quick thoughts came into your head while waiting for the result.

Will you be happy if it is positive? And what is even more important, will you be sad if it is negative?

15:06: “Pregnant”

Your hands started to shake, and tears were ready to fall. Your knees buckled, forcing you to sit on the edge of the tub. But you had two tests more, maybe this one was the mistaken.

20:17: “Pregnant”

The next day

13:51: “Pregnant”

Fuck.

You were sitting on the bed trying to understand what to do next. 100% you must visit the doctor and completely rethink your life and plans. Then you must tell Felix that he was going to become a father. And maybe to lose him forever.

He called you two or three times this day, but you were not ready to talk at all. You answered with the message, that you’ve slept all time and lied that you had a fever, and you could infect him so that he wouldn’t decide to come suddenly. You've already been scheduled for an ultrasound one week later – the closest free time.

A WEEK LATER

Felix called you the moment you were near the cabinet, waiting for your reception time. He called you often, but you always dropped it and answered with the messages. You told him that you felt too bad for all days, but honestly you just needed some time with only yourself and some strength to think of how to tell Felix about everything.

“Hi, Lixie”, you decided to answer finally because it was too strange to ignore his calls and meetings for a week already.

“Hi doll, I can hear you feel better”

“Yes, thanks god”

Hearing his voice after you knew for a week that his baby was inside you right now made you feel even more warm to him than before. You’ve already missed him.

“I’m sorry, I know you told me not to come to your place, but I was too worried after your messages and just brought some brownies and medicines for you. I’m at your door now and see you’re not at home”

Alarm. Your heart started to beat faster, and eyes became bigger.

“Oh, I…”, you sighed, trying to figure out what to say. Suddenly maybe the brightest of thoughts came to your head. He was the father of your future child, and you must tell him that and the earlier the better. Maybe the fact he was standing right now beside your flat was the sign it was the best day to tell him the truth? “there is a cafe on my street, just 100 meters away. You can wait for me there; I’ll be back in an hour, and we’ll go to my place”

“Okay”, he kept silence for a little, “y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not mad at me?”

Your eyebrows shot up. You were so concerned about your condition that you didn't pay attention at all to the worries from him even at a distance for the whole week.

“No, why should I be mad?”, you asked quietly.

“I don’t know”, he sighed, “you haven't talked to me at all these days. Of course, you explained that you felt too bad, but I was worried anyway. And I came without asking, sorry. And just for you to know, I… um… came not for having sex with you. I just wanted to see you, to know how you feel and maybe help somehow”

Something incredibly warm flowed inside you from his words. You couldn't help but smiled, “Thank you for saying these words, Lixie”, you saw the lamp “next” blinked over the cabinet, “is that okay for you to wait in the cafe? I just need to go now”

Your heart started to tremble nervously when you took the door handle in your arm.

“Of course. See you in an hour. Take care”

You opened the door and made a deep sigh when you saw the couch and then looked at the smiling doctor. You smiled too.

“Good morning! You can sit here” she showed at the chair near the table, “what is your name?”

“y/n”, you sat quietly.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Don’t worry so much”, she smiled again, “what is the reason you came?”

“I had three positive pregnancy tests, and… yes, that’s the reason. Sorry, I’m really too worried”

“That’s alright, you did the right thing by coming”, she smiled again looking in your eyes and this smile calmed your nervous down a bit, “I need you to answer some formal questions and then I'll examine you”

You nodded and few moments later you were lying on the couch, while the doctor was making all the procedures she needed. Five minutes later you saw the smile again, but this time it was different.

“Congratulations! The gestation period is 4 weeks”

You heart froze the second you heard these words. You were completely sure you were ready to hear it, but you weren’t. You didn’t know what you felt, just… you will be a mother. So soon. So unbelievable.

“A month already”, the only thing that came from your mouth. You closed it with your hand. Did it mean that only 8 left?

“Yes. The embryo is too tiny now, but I can see a fetal egg”

“Can I… look?”

“Of course,”, the smile became wider, and the doctor turned the screen to you and explained everything.

You didn’t know what changed inside you after you saw it, but you were one step from crying. Your hand was covering your mouth and you were just looking at this little round on the screen trying to understand that it was your future baby, and you’re not alone anymore and never will be. Now you were responsible for two, you and your child.

“You can take the father with you and come together in week 8, we will conduct a full ultrasound examination and already see the baby”

Father.

You nodded and smiled.

The doctor gave you all the recommendations and told when you need to come again. On your way home you felt amazingly magical, even though you still felt sick from time to time. Thank God you didn't throw up on the street, because all last week you literally suffered from vomiting and, perhaps, you will suffer and suffer from it for a long time. However, suddenly the baby began to make much more sense than all the troubles that your body was facing right now.

You called Felix ten minutes before you arrived, so you met him near the house and both of you came inside your flat. The thing that caught your attention firstly was the beautiful bouquet of flowers. Felix gave it to you as soon as you saw each other. You were shocked a bit because he never gave you flowers or just anything. Never.

“Thanks”, you smiled widely and understood that your sense of smell had sharpened. Good that you liked the smell of these flowers.

“I wanted to talk to you, y/n”

You looked at him with a frightened glance. Flowers, serious talk… did he want to end your “sexual partnership” and say goodbye?

No, no way.

“I wanted to talk too”, you were obviously nervous, “and I think that after you hear what I am going to say you’ll be out of your words”

And perhaps out of your life too.

“Maybe we should say it at the same time?”

You looked at him and decided that his idea was perfect. You would hear each other and if he even wanted to break up everything you had, he would know he would become a father.

“I agree. On the count of 3”

Both of you counted and said together:

“I love you”

“I’m pregnant”

“What?!”

You looked at each other, stunned by the confessions.

“You love me?”, you were the first, who made a step closer to him and looked in his eyes as never before.

“I…”, he sighed and continued, “yes. These months I… started to miss not the sex, but you. So much”, he came closer too, “And I began to worry in your presence, like a schoolboy in love. When you didn't keep in touch with me normally for a whole week, I was really scared that you decided to end everything and decided that I had to admit what I really feel before it was too late. I don’t want just your body, I want you… to be with me. As my girlfriend. And… did I mishear, or did you really just say you were pregnant?”

There were so many emotions raging in you that you didn't know whether you should kiss him right now and confess your mutual feelings, or whether it was worth answering his question first. You chose the second option. Instead of words you brought him three positive tests you did earlier. He immediately picked it up.

“It is one month already. I was at the doctor just when you called me today”, you told it quietly, seeing him standing with these tests and looking at them without any movements. Five seconds later he looked at you and said, “one month… does it mean that only 8 left?”

You chuckled, remembering your thoughts in the cabinet, and nodded.

“When did you find out about this?”, Lix asked.

“The day I told you I was poisoned…”, you looked down, “I’m sorry, I was so afraid to talk to you after I made these tests that I decided just to ignore your calls and sent one message a day. I wanted to tell you after the doctor confirms my pregnancy. Actually, that's what I did”

“Oh, now I see… but…um… you know, we discussed only my partners that night…”

“I’m in love with you for several months already, Felix”, he looked at you with his eyes lit up, “even before and especially after I understood what I feel to you, I hadn’t got other sexual partners. This child is 100% yours. Moreover, I think it happened exactly that night”

“Wow…”, he ran his eyes all over the apartment and covered his face with hands, “I wasn’t ready to hear it, honestly, but… I don’t think I could hear something better than this in my life. I’ll become a dad, oh my goodness. No…”, he looked at you again, smiled widely, and took your hands into his, “we’ll become parents. Can you believe it?”

You, surprised by his reaction, could not restrain your smile in response, "You know, I've been trying to believe this for a week, and I'm still not doing very well. You... so, are you happy?" you looked at him, blinking your eyes and not believing that everything went so well. It seemed like you were in a dream.

“Are you kidding me?”, he put his arms on your waist, “of course I am happy”

“But we don’t know each other very well and we are so young and…”

You didn't have time to finish listing the reasons why it seemed worth worrying about, because Felix shut you up with a kiss. A kiss different from all the others. Your first kiss, which does not portend sex and the kiss filled with tenderness and anticipation of living together with hundreds, thousands, millions of kisses are even better than this one.

“The main is that we love each other, princess. Fixing the rest is not a problem”, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you smile. “We can start right now, by the way”

“How?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You smile became wider and you wanted to kiss Felix, but the feeling of nausea returned. “Oh… let’s take it as a “yes” from both of us”, after that you ran to the bathroom.

In 15 minutes, Felix came and knocked at the door, “baby, can I help you?”

“The best you can do is to close your ears and go as far away from bathroom as you can”

You returned 5 minutes later, “I’m sorry, I just feel weak again”, you sighed and wanted to put the flowers in the vase, but Felix took you to the bedroom.

“Tell me what to do and I’ll help. Don’t torture yourself. It’s better for you to rest if you feel bad again”

He helped you to reach the bed and as far as you touched the pillow with your head you felt extremely sleepy, “Felix…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t leave, please. I might fall asleep”

His full soft lips touched your forehead, so you felt extremely comfy.

“I’ll never leave you, pretty. Sleep quietly, I’ll be at the kitchen just thinking what we need to take to my place from your flat and when to move”, he kissed your arm, “hope you don’t mind that. My place is bigger and all three of us would feel good there”

You nodded, “I agree. I love your home”

Felix smiled and kissed you again, “perfect. Sleep, y/n, you should rest. If you need me, just call my name, I’ll hear you”

Instead of an answer you closed your eyes and fell asleep proudly being eventually the happiest person on Earth.

The art of pleasure ° Stray Kids

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY

TW: smut, fraternity SKZ, inexperienced reader, experienced stray kids, more detailed warnings will be in each chapter

Chapter 1 : Caress ° Bang Chan

Chapter 2: Venus ° Lee Know

Chapter 3: Mars ° Changbin

Chapter 4: Charm ° Hyunjin

Chapter 5: Urgency ° Han

Chapter 6: Authority ° Felix

Chapter 7: Docility ° Seungmin

Chapter 8: Company° IN

Thank you guys so much for the support on this series, here you can find the sequel <3

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beckahhope

2 years ago

work until your bank account looks like a phone number

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beckahhope

2 years ago

Absolutely adorable🥺

Hey! I hope you're doing well ❤️ first of all I just wanna say I love your work (:

I was wondering if you can do a felix x female reader fluff where he's an idol doing a vlive or tiktok live and his girlfriend just pops in randomly and he's like so distracted by her that he just ends up doing the live with her sitting next to him with the stays just being super supportive of their relationship 😁 I swear I need more idol felix and x reader stuff in my life and you write them so well 😭❤️

hi anon! im going good, i hope you're doing well also! i hope you continue to love my work! thank you for the sweet request, i hope its what you wanted. pls lemme know your thoughts and opinions – i welcome all feedback!

Hey! I Hope You're Doing Well ❤️ First Of All I Just Wanna Say I Love Your Work (:

⌢ : ⤹ 💞 going public

→ PAIRING: Lee Felix x fem!reader

→ GENRE: idol!au | fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: you and felix come out to the public about your relationship via tiktok live

→ WARNINGS: pet names [my love, darling] | established relationship

→ WORDS: 1.2k

→ have a request? send it to me here. read my rules to learn about my guidelines before submitting requests!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → ao3

"Hi! Hello." Felix beams, waving to his camera. He sits back in his chair, waiting for more people to join in on his tiktok live before starting it. He fixed his beanie, smiling as the chat scrolled at a rapid pace.

"Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well." He grins, his eyes flickering as he reads some comments. He's not in his usual setting of being at the JYP building or in a hotel. Instead, his background shows that he is at someone's house. The setting looks cosy, homely.

"Where are you?" Felix reads out loud before laughing, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. "That's a secret." He winks playfully.

Many comments of "Tell us!" and speculation of where he could be, blows up the chat making Felix laugh softly. You come into his vision, behind his camera holding up a clear takeout bag of fried chicken.

You point to it, grinning as if to say "We eat?" Felix looks up at you, smiling warmly before nodding his head causing the chat section to explode even more.

skzfan95: he's probably with his parents or smth

iloveyoufelix: what if he has a gf?! Noooooo! the only person he should be with is me 😤😢

linosbunnyteef: c'mon guys, let Felix have some privacy. he is human after all, we shouldn't poke our noses into it.

"I'll be right back, just give me a second guys!" Felix stands up from his seat, walking out of view. He approaches you as you plate up the chicken and side dishes, his arms wrapping around your waist gently as he plants a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"I've missed you, darling." His words muffled against the skin of your neck, making you laugh softly.

"What do you mean? I've been here the whole time." You say playfully, making him groan.

"You know what I mean." You hum in acknowledgement, leaning back against his chest as he sways you both side to side slowly.

"I've missed you too, lix." You whisper, looking down at the plate of food, "A lot, actually."

"I'm sorry, my love. I know my work days have been awfully long but we have a lot of stuff to plan and do. We have to record, check our choreography, and outfits. All that stuff before our tour."

"I know." You mumble, heart feeling a little heavy at the thought of being away from your lover for a long time.

"Hey." Felix softly speaks, turning you around so you face him. He cups your cheeks gently, stroking them with your thumb, "We can still talk. I'll facetime you everyday! Send you photos and videos. I'll be home before you know it, okay?"

"Okay." You mumble, pouting at him. He laughs softly, kissing your pout gently, "I best get back to the live."

"Do so. I'll bring your food in." Felix nods before returning back to his live. You continue on plating up the food whilst Felix talks about his day with the fans. Grabbing the plates, you walk to him, placing his food down on the table, forgetting about the camera.

hanswaist: what was that?!

ilikecheeze: I saw a hand!! 😱

itsaboutdriving: Nah! Felix has a girlfriend??

Felix notices the comments, a look of horror on your face. You and Felix haven't made your relationship public yet, the very few people knowing are the members. You're lucky enough that they accept your relationship with him; however, fans are a different story.

"Should we?" He looks up at you as you nervously bite your bottom lip.

"What if they hate me..?" You whisper. Felix gives you a reassuring smile, patting the seat next to him.

"They won't, babe. Come, introduce yourself!"

yoh: It's time! we're going to see his gf !!

minniesblondstreak: I wonder who it is 🤔 do ya think it could be another kpop artist?? maybe someone from JYP???? 😱😱

You scratch the back of your neck nervously before sitting down next to Felix, making sure you're in camera view. Felix kisses your cheek gently, holding your sweaty hand before looking into the camera lens.

"Everyone. This is y/n, my girlfriend. We have been dating for a few months now and we wanted to keep it quiet for a while, but we're ready to go public.”

"Hi. Nice to meet you all." You wave, voice tiny as you feel shy.

You lean forward, reading the comments. Majority of them say hello, accepting your relationship much to your relief. Many others confused, questions flying here, there and everywhere.

lixsfreckles: which kpop group are you from??

"Oh, I'm not from any group. In fact I'm just normal." You laugh, "I'm just like you guys. A normal citizen." You intertwine your fingers with Felix's as he lets you answer the many questions that are currently being thrown at you.

hansachipmunk: how did you 2 meet if you're like us then??

"Coffee shop." You laugh softly, "He was ordering coffee for the members and staff. I think he was shooting something, I could be wrong! He lost a bet and had to buy everyone coffee and that's how we met." Felix looks at you loving, kissing your cheek gently.

You continued answering questions, occasionally teasing some of the fans when they would ask for a secret about Felix. The longer time went on, the more comfortable you felt. You'd occasionally tease one another, laugh about memories. Felix being distracted the whole time, his gaze on you. His face soft, eyes filled with love. He rests his face on the palm of his hand, elbow on the table as he watches you laugh and interact with the fans. He looked like a love sick puppy, completely smitten by you and your beauty.

dolphinescream: awe! Lix is smitten by y/n!!

americanooo: this is so adorable! you can see how much Felix loves y/n!

You read the comments, your cheeks flushing pink You look to the side of you to see Felix giving you a goofy, love sickening grin. His eyes are full of love and admiration for you. A soft, gentle sigh leaves his lips. You smile at him, leaning in and planting a loving kiss on his soft lips. He hums, satisfied with the feel of your lips against his own, reciprocating your movements, your feelings. You pull away, blushing and giggle, like a schoolgirl who is experiencing their first crush.

Before you knew it, an hour had flown by. You yawned, stretching your aching muscles before resting your head on Felix's shoulder.

"Tired?" He kisses your forehead gently. You hum softly, closing your eyes.

"The chicken was good. I'm stuffed and want to take a nap with you, lix." You whine, pouting a little. Felix chuckled, wrapping his arm around you to hold you closer to him. Maybe comments such as "cute!" and "My turn when??" caught your eye, making you giggle.

"Okay guys. I'm going to go. It's pretty late and y/n is a little tired so we are going to rest a little bit. Thank you all for being here."

You say your goodbyes, waving to the camera as Felix turns off the live. He kisses your lips sweetly, smiling at you.

"How was it?"

"It was good. I'm glad they accepted me."

"I didn't have my doubts for a second."

"No?" You question, sitting up.

"Nope."

"Why?"

Felix leans in, cupping your cheeks gently before whispering against your lips;

"Because they can see how madly in love I am with you."

alice in borderland season 2 out of context

hatter: if you were to die what would your last words be?

aguni: finally

hatter: no—

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beckahhope

1 year ago

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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beckahhope

6 months ago

Wingman Chan | HJS

Text Imagine drabbles because why not

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beckahhope

1 year ago

inhale, exhale.

model!hyunjin x photographer reader. mutual pining and tension and flirting. friends to lovers.

prequel to Breathe, so i highly recommend reading the second part if you haven’t already hehe. reader is wearing a dress/heels.

hyune gives me photoshoots and i give you brainrots in return it is the natural circle of life.. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too 🥹 feedback is highly appreciated as always <3

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, locking onto your figure with an intensity that seems to capture you in place. He’s leaning casually against his sleek black car, one leg crossed before the other, arms folded over his chest, unmoving as the sound of your heels echoes against the cobblestone.

Instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly at your approach, his eyes tracing the contours of your silhouette, setting ablaze the scarlet fabric of your gown with their fervent scrutiny.

It was those very brown eyes you first noticed when Minho showed you Hyunjin’s portfolio. You now know that he is drowned in a sea of accolades regarding his physique— his sculpted proportions, the tantalizing curve of his lips and the seductive caress of his fingertips against them, and above all, his alluring aura and the way he works the camera as if it as an extension of his being.

But it is his eyes that have drawn you in first. Piercing, even through a stack of printed photographs in Minho's hands, burning through paper to ensnare your attention. Even more so, when these same eyes found you for the first time, in an outing your best friend Minho organized— an aspiring photographer shaking the hands of an established model, it was a match made in heaven, per se.

Though heaven was the last thing to grace your mind as you looked at Hyunjin, at the way he carried himself with a grace, and a slight cockiness that only comes from knowing your worth.

You caught his eyes multiple times across the dinner table, your knees grazing his underneath it. You returned home with his perfume imprinted into your skin from the lengthy hours you spent talking over drinks, long after Minho went home to his lover, and three cats. You knew then that Hyunjin could never be just a friend to you.

You are even more sure of it tonight, a fleeting four months later. Minho, the heir of your country’s biggest talent agency is hosting his parent’s annual party, gathering photographers, models, and artistic directors alike, a chance to network and score deals you wouldn’t find elsewhere.

Hyunjin insisted on picking you up.

You pause barely a few inches away from Hyunjin, close enough for him to behold the glitter gracing your eyelids, shimmering beneath the moonlight. Smelling his perfume feels like coming home, and you close yourself for a millisecond longer, allowing yourself the electrifying pleasure of being a mere breath away from him.

“Hello, love,” he speaks softly, and his words morph into invisible fingers trailing down your spine, igniting goosebumps in their trail. You’ve never gotten used to this nickname and the way it stumbles so easily from his lips, as if you could, one day indeed, be his love, a reality hovering just beyond your grasp.

“Hi, Hyunjin,” you smile and his placid facade cracks a little, a glint of a grin shimmering on his lips. He drinks you in, his scrutiny deliberate and unhurried, his gaze moving languidly across your form, flickering between all your features as if he beheld time between his palms, and all his seconds could be spent admiring you. It is only when he seems satiated does he speak again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says earnestly, and you don’t miss his choice of phrasing, you’re beautiful as opposed to you look beautiful, as though it matters not what you are clad in, but the fact that it is you wearing it.

Oftentimes, your compliments to him feel superfluous, your words faltering when you think of the many times Hyunjin must have heard the same adjectives describing him. Yet tonight, you cannot conjure a sarcastic retort to drown his sweet words, not before his ebony suit and the satin shirt peeking beneath it, worst of all, the delicate cascade of gold necklaces that glisten mockingly underneath the stars, taunting you, almost, for being able to graze Hyunjin’s skin when you cannot.

So, you settle for the truth.

“So are you.”

“Complimenting me quite easily tonight?” He smirks, and you respond with an exaggerated eye roll, leaning in closer.

“Forget it. You're actually insufferable.”

He mirrors your movement, drawing nearer until your breaths mingle in the space between you both. “I am actually very lovable, thank you very much.”

“Says who?” you challenge, a hint of defiance coloring your words. The kiss he imprints on the tip of your nose comes like clockwork at your words.

“You,” he grins, and you falter, caught off guard by the unexpected tenderness of his gesture. Heat rises to your face, a blush betraying your composure, even beneath your already pink-kissed cheeks, and you curse inwardly at your own vulnerability.

You hate him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone this badly.

He observes your reaction with amusement, a knowing smile playing upon his lips as he taps the car door once before opening it for you. “After you, love.”

Stepping into the sports car feels like walking into Hyunjin’s essence— the rich cognac and oak notes ricocheting off the interior, the scarlet red cushions echoing the passion Hyunjin seems to carry within him.

And amidst the opulent interior, the small water lilies keychain you brought him seems almost out of place, as it dangles from the rearview mirror. Yet, it makes you feel as if part of you has intermingled with Hyunjin’s being, even in the most simplest of ways.

“Are you nervous?” Hyunjin asks ten minutes into your ride, his fingers drumming along the edge of the steering wheel. Your gaze drifts to the golden rings adorning his fingers, each one bearing the iconic emblem of Versace's Medusa. In another life, he could easily be their ambassador and muse.

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, not only because of the flames they dip your body in but also because of the gentle way they unravel your layers, understand your silences more than others grasp your words.

“I am. It’s my first time coming as a graduate, you know? What if I don’t leave a good impression on anyone?”

“Impossible.”

Had someone else uttered those words you would have been inclined to contradict them, but Hyunjin speaks with utmost certainty, as if his words are the only conceivable reply to yours.

“Okay.”

His fingers trail along the shell of your ear, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind it. The breaths in your chest ebb and flow more rapidly, you don’t know if it is from nerves or his touch.

“Inhale with me,” he instructs, and you follow his lead, synchronizing your breath with his. His hand glides down your jawline, a gentle caress that soothes your racing pulse. “Exhale,” he murmurs, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, comforted by the weight of his touch.

You know the ghost of his fingertips will remain with you as the night wears on, a reminder that he is near, just around the corner, waiting for you to call him.

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it.”

The gathering is held in a different location every year, and this time, Minho chose an intimate setting—a dimly lit hotel bar, graced by the warm glow of chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, brown leather seats surrounding glass tables, and extravagant flower arrangements.

For a split second, your back instinctively hunches, a reflexive response before this detailed showcase of luxury. But then you straighten your spine, comforted by the sound of your clicking heels against the polished floor, and Hyunjin's warm palm against your lower back.

You reach for a drink from a passing tray, the glass cool against your fingertips as you swirl the cocktail within. You take note of the numerous guests, as you cast a glance around the room, each one a titan in their creative field. Hyunjin stands at your side, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he too takes his time in assessing the room.

“Seems kind of boring,” Hyunjin remarks, his voice laced with a hint of disinterest as he leisurely sips his drink.

“Seems like your scene,” you tease, flashing him a playful grin, and he arches a brow in response.

“Oh yeah? And what is my scene?”

“An intimate setting with romantic lighting and jazz music,” you explain, taking a step closer and resting a hand delicately on his arm. “And some wine,” you add, though his attention is captivated by the movement of your shimmering lips as you speak. “And pretty people eyeing you all over the place.”

“Are they?” he counters, his hand sliding slowly to your waist, drawing you nearer with a subtle pull. “I only see you.”

“Really?” you challenge, trailing a finger tantalizingly slow along his jawline, “Then make sure your eyes never leave me throughout the night.”

His gaze remains fixed on your retreating form, a mixture of bewilderment and desire swirling in his eyes. He mutters a curse at the sight of your backless dress— it seems more than likely that you are a killer sent to end him by the end of the night.

It’s a few hours later, and Hyunjin has exhausted every social bone in his being, each interaction draining his reserves of charm and charisma. All he craves now is rest, and the comfort of his home—it turns out that, lately, it is more and more wherever you are, rather than the confines of his house.

He spots you sitting in a secluded corner, bathed in the soft glow of a solitary candle. A gentle smile graces his lips as he observes you, engrossed in nibbling at the snacks laid out before you.

Do you even realize how beautiful you are?

“You’re whipped,” Minho's voice interrupts his thoughts, Hyunjin does not contradict him.

“Is it that obvious?” he replies with a hint of amusement, his eyes never flickering away from your figure.

“You should see how you look at them.”

“Is it weird that everywhere we go, the world seems to narrow down to them alone?” he admits, a tinge of uncertainty coloring his words. The silence that follows from Minho makes a scorching heat creep up his neck, so he unbuttons his shirt for a bit of respite.

Minho shakes his head, a small giggle escaping his lips, before offering a reassuring clap on Hyunjin’s back. “I’ll see you around.”

Hyunjin quickly strides towards you, eager not to waste any seconds far from you, propelled by a longing that grips him like a second skin. He thinks you’re much closer to his heart than the necklaces brushing against his bare chest.

“Found you,” Hyunjin announces with a grin as he settles onto the couch across from you. Your body relaxes once you recognize him, your smile blooms akin to the first petals unfurling in spring.

“See, you didn’t look at me all night,” you pout teasingly and he chuckles, tipping his head back.

“I actually was. I was looking at you, through my heart.”

“How does that even work?”

He hesitates for a moment before his next words spill forth, unfiltered and raw. “I don't need to see you to know that you are near, I just feel it.”

A moment of silence hangs between you before you smile sheepishly, tilting your head to the side in wonder. “How was your night?”

“Productive but tiring, and you?” he replies, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of your presence.

“I got a booking, a big one,” you announce with a grin, and his own smile mirrors yours instantly, his happiness following yours as if tethered by an invisible string.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I think I'll need your help. It needs to be in a bathtub and I know you are busy so it’s okay if—”

“I’m all yours,” he interrupts without hesitation, and you nod, heart swelling with gratitude.

It is quiet then, as you rest your head against the corner of the couch, and Hyunjin mirrors your gesture, his gaze never wavering from yours. The soft flicker of candlelight casts a warm glow upon his bare skin, the one unveiled by his unbuttoned shirt. And your mouth suddenly feels dry, and your heart suddenly aches, for him alone.

He brings his hand near his face, his rosy lips brushing against his knuckles, as your eyes trace the contours of his face— it seems to possess an otherworldly radiance, with dark locks cascading like silken strands, as if meticulously arranged by the hand of Aphrodite herself. Surely, she would adore him too, as would anyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

But you believe your adoration surpasses that of most.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to rest delicately on his knee. “For finding me again.”

In response, his eyes soften, a gentleness that transcends mere words seeping into his gaze. He's no longer just around the corner; he’s right behind the door, both your hands poised on the doorknob. It is only a matter of time before one of you takes the plunge.

“Thank you for letting me find you.”

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beckahhope

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