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pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

cw: [felix is a fuckboy but also a gentleman. inexperienced reader (not a virgin). corruption kink if you squint. one night stand dynamics. protected piv sex (always protect yourselves!!). dirty talk. clit play. masturbation (f). multiple rounds and positions. hair pulling. aftercare. female ejaculation if you squint. mentions of oral sex (f receiving). mentions of disappointing past sexual experiences (reader).]

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He notices you retrieving your hand and you blush, caught red-handed, quite literally.

“Were you trying to touch your pretty clit?” Felix smirks evilly, slowing his thrusts inside of you. 

Your cheeks are burning. 

“C’mon. Were you?” 

You whine, missing the feeling of Felix’s cock hitting that spot that has your walls clenching around him repeatedly. It’s almost as if he wanted to tease you, and you feel insanely shy right now, unable to meet his lust filled eyes. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though, albeit slowly, excruciatingly so. 

“Yes.” 

You try to hide your face behind your hands but Felix stops you from doing so, wrapping his hand around your wrist, and then he uncovers your face. There’s something extremely intimate in his gesture, and he doesn’t know why he did it in the first place, but he can’t help but find you cute like that. 

“Yeah?” He rhetorically asks, thrusting a bit harder inside of you, so unexpectedly it makes you yelp. “You were gonna make yourself cum on my cock? You were gonna make a mess on it, weren’t you?” 

You avoid his gaze once more, now hiding your face in his neck. He holds you closer, fucks you harder. You’re so sweet and innocent and he was the one corrupting you and it felt incredibly hot to think.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he chuckles. 

Then, he carefully slips his arm under your leg, and spreads your legs open. This way, he can see better where he is buried inside of you, and also allows you to touch yourself freely and in a more comfortable position. 

“Do it. C’mon, do it,” Felix grunts, “touch yourself,” he encourages you. 

He wants you to enjoy this as much as he is — which is a lot, and he wants to see you making yourself come for him. You are so fucking beautiful under him, that he’s somehow hypnotized. 

You slowly move your hand back to where it previously was, a bit higher than where Felix is moving in and out of you. Of course, you’re quick to find the spot of your interest, but feel shy and vulnerable under Felix’s intense gaze. 

“Theeeeere you go,” Felix breathes out, his low and deep voice makes you gasp, goosebumps all over your arms and legs, “there you go. I wanna see how good you’re feeling.” 

You slowly, timidly, start stroking your clit. Felix lowers his gaze to look between your legs and grunts, fucking you not faster, but deeper instead. 

“Feels good?” 

You nod. “I want you to do it, though.” 

Felix snaps his head up in your direction, pecks your lips. “I will touch you,” he promises, “but I want you to make yourself cum first. Then I’ll touch your pretty clit all you want. All night long if you want me to.” 

With his promise reverberating in your mind, you find the motivation to rub yourself faster, albeit still kind of shyly, the same way you do at night when you find yourself alone in the comfort of your bed. Your orgasm feels right there, right around the corner — only a little bit more and you’ll be able to reach it. At the same time, it feels impossible to reach. Especially when he’s looking at you with those eyes, when he’s fucking you so deep and slow.

You fall back on the mattress, burying your face in your hands as a desperate, frustrated sob escapes your lips.

“I can’t. I can’t.” 

Soon, you feel his hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face. 

“Of course you can. Just relax. You’re getting too much into your head,” he whispers on your lip with a relaxing and comforting tone. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

He guides your hand back between your legs with a delicacy no one ever showed before, encouraging you with his understanding eyes.

“Maybe you need more? More kisses? More dirty talk?” He asks, “tell me what you want.” 

You avoid his gaze when you gasp out, “more dirty talk is okay.” 

“Mhh, yeah?” Felix chuckles, “you want to know how good you’re making me feel? How hard I am just f’you?”

He’s like a dog unleashed now. Whispering, moaning, gasping out how your tight pussy feels, how wet you are, how he wants to keep fucking you all night long. His thrusts turn sloppy, the wet sound of him fucking you faster and deeper, mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin has your toes curling automatically. 

“Gosh, I don’t want to stop fucking you,” he bites down on your collarbone, “you’re gonna make me come. Your tight little pussy is going to make me come so fucking hard.” 

It brings you to the edge. You’re so close. He notices, by the way you throw your head back and start gasping for air as your own movements on your clit become rougher and inconsistent. 

“Yeah. Yeah, like that,” Felix praises you, “good girl. You’re so good to me. Look so pretty when you’re coming f’me, yeeeah.”

He watches in awe as your whole body trembles and shakes with the force of your orgasm. He shouldn’t be so surprised, really, he’s watched countless of girls experience an orgasm with him. But right now, it’s like you’re a sight entirely new to him, and he can’t tear his eyes off you — couldn’t even if he wanted to, mesmerized by every single detail that involves you. 

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Sweet pussy. Makes me wanna keep coming all night.”

Before he can fully realize it, he is coming, emptying himself inside the rubber with a choked gasp, stilling his movements as he comes. When he’s finished, his arms give out, and he lets himself collapse on top of you. It’s not something he usually does, and he’s not used to it. It feels intimate and weird at first, but the weirdness of it all vanishes as soon as you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer and bury your hand in his hair as he regains his breath. 

You don’t go as far as kissing him, you know better than that, but you do think he might appreciate the aftercare. One night stands are a thing, but acting as an asshole during sex is another. And even though Felix isn’t usually the cuddly type with his hookups, he also knows this is your first time doing this, sleeping with a stranger, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, nor think of him as an asshole. So he, too, wraps his arm around your waist and buries his face into your neck. 

“Was it… okay?”

You ask after a while, feeling kind of stupid and embarrassed by your very question. It’s a sensible question, though.

Felix lifts his body from yours, and the cold air hitting your skin makes you shiver. “Okay?” Felix repeats, his heart swells up when you nod timidly. “You know, I truly meant everything I was saying. It was amazing, really.”

“Are you sure?” A timid blush creeps up on your cheeks. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?”

Felix looks down at you, bites his lip. You wince a little when you feel him pulling out of you, holding himself by the base so that the full condom doesn’t slip off. “Look at this, sweetheart,” his voice comes out nearly as a growl from how deep it is, “you made me come so much.”

There is, in fact, an obscene quantity of Felix’s cum trapped inside the latex. You feel kind of proud of yourself for that, if it’s really because of you. Maybe you shouldn’t believe the words of a fuckboy, but there’s something extremely convincing in the way he said it. 

“You can tell me if it wasn’t anything special, you know…”

Felix smiles at you understandingly. He slips the condom off and ties a knot on it to avoid making a mess on the sheets. He’s lying down beside you a second later, kissing your lips. It takes off guard both you and him, the spontaneity of the gesture. Especially since it’s the first time your lips meet when you’re not having sex. It felt nice.

“It was good. Really good.” Felix promises. “Maybe you were a little shy at first, but we can work on that.” 

You have a feeling that your cheeks are incandescent by now.

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” you lower your gaze to avoid meeting Felix’s eyes. “It’s been a while. Like, a long while.” 

“It’s okay,” Felix’s warm voice soothes the awkward feeling inside your chest. “Did you like it?” 

“God, yes,” it slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. “I mean— you know I don’t have much experience. In fact, I don’t have any experience since my ex and I only fucked twice and then that’s it,” you ramble on, “but yeah. It was, like, insanely good.”

Felix is now focused on another part of your rambling on. 

“He only fucked you twice?"

“Hm mh. I had my first time with him. Kinda regret it now, but yeah. He fucked me once and then a second time a few weeks after. We broke up shortly after.”

“What the fuck?” Felix gasps. “No, like, seriously. What the fuck? I mean, not to be cocky and shit, but if I was your boyfriend, we’d never leave the bed.”

“Stop.” 

You hide your face in your hands, and Felix chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer, resting his chin on your head. 

“He only fucked you twice. Gosh, what a loser,” Felix comments, more to himself than to you. “I would literally fucking bend you over every surface of my room and fuck you until I have no cum left in my balls.” 

You let out a tiny squeak, not used to hearing such vulgar words come out of somebody’s mouth when directed at you. But it feels nice to hear, especially because God, you’d let him do that. Is it possible that you trust him so much with your body and your pleasure? Felix is a stranger after all. 

“I mean, you… you could do that… if you want…”

Felix’s brows raise. “Oh?” He teases, lifting your head by the chin to make your eyes meet his. 

“Don’t make me say it again,” you whine, embarrassed by your own thoughts. 

Thoughts on how good he felt when he was buried inside of you. Thought of how you want to feel him again, how you’d let him take you in every position that comes to his mind. There’s something of Felix that attracts you like a magnet, and you find yourself unable to resist his charm. 

“No, no, no,” he grins devilishly, “if you want me to do it, I need you to say it.”

He loves the way he’s slowly starting to corrupt your innocence. While you’re not innocent physically speaking, because you’ve had sex before, you still are when it comes to dirty talk and vocalizing your wants. Felix loves that he’s the first man experiencing this new side of you. He loves to know that he’s the first you’re experimenting with him sexually wise. 

“I… I want you to— don’t look at me! You’re making me shy,” you whine. 

Felix smiles at you, then moves to kiss you on your neck. 

“Fine. I won’t look at you when you say it.” 

But it’s worse, because he starts kissing your neck so sensually, teasing you with every drag of his tongue against your skin that you find it impossible to focus on what you have to say. He licks and kisses your neck the same way he’d done to your pussy before, with the same urgency, the same want as he presses himself between your thighs, semi-hard already, his pubic hair brushing against your skin. 

“I want— gosh, Felix, you…”

His kisses move from your neck to the valley of your chest. He cups one of your breasts and sucks a nipple inside of his hot mouth, rolling his tongue against it, making you gasp out for air. He blows cold air on it and you tug at his hair. 

“C’mon, sweetheart… say it,” he sucks it back inside his mouth, lapping at your most sensitive area as he grinds on you. 

“I want you to… bend me over and fuck me.” 

He presses against you harder, rougher. Then he pulls back to look at you and you suddenly feel shy.  

“With pleasure.”

Felix thinks it’s impossible to be this cute and hot as the same time like you are. He feels the urge to fuck you and blow your mind as he makes you feel a pleasure you’ve never experience before, but he also feels the need to hug you and cuddle you and just keep you in his arms. He’s not the type to do the latter, though— not anymore. All he’s got to offer now is sex and a fun night, nothing more. He’s done with all that relationship bullshit. Opening his heart to someone, making himself vulnerable and for what?

He immediately notices how you become shy the minute he kneels on the bed, right in front of you, already hard and shameless. 

“Hey. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.”

You’re not exactly lying to him, no. You’re just omitting your insecurities— that’s a whole different thing. Felix doesn’t think the same, apparently. 

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” he gently tapped on your knee, “you don’t have to say yes just because I want to.” 

You don’t want him to misunderstand your silence.

“No, no, it’s not that. I want to do it, but I’m kind of nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?”

You sigh, “I don’t know… I’m scared I’ll just end up embarrassing myself… I’ve never done this before.” 

Felix finds you the cutest. 

“I’m sure you won’t embarrass yourself. And even if you do, I’m not an asshole— I won’t make you feel bad about it.” 

You have got a feeling that God did indeed create the perfect man — Felix. And of course he would make him an emotionally unavailable fuckboy. 

“Are you sure?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, forgetting that you’re having this conversation while both butt naked, you lying on his bed and him kneeling on the mattress with his cock out. 

“Believe it or not I’m a gentleman.” 

You somehow believe him. After all, when you first saw him, you didn’t get the impression that he was some obnoxious fuckboy— you thought he was a sweet, shy man who also happened to be incredibly handsome. And then he’d approached to you and was honest with you, you appreciated that. Whatever happened after that was very, very much wanted by the two of you. 

It’s a matter of seconds before he has you on your knees, chest pressed on the mattress and Felix behind you with his fingers on your hips. He enters you slowly, listening carefully to any sound you make — gasps, whimpers, if you wince or hiss in discomfort. He feels much bigger from this position, and Felix knows you’re already sore, so he doesn’t want to push your limits. 

But you really crave him, and you’re so wet, and he slides inside effortlessly, filling you up to the brim until his hips meet your ass. 

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he bites his lip. “Can I pull your hair?” 

You grip the sheets and nod, your hips moving to accommodate Felix’s movements and to meet his hips as well. “Yes. You can— pull it.”

“Aren’t you perfect?” Felix grunts. You think he’s asking a rhetorical question, more to himself than to you, so you just ignore him. “Sweet tight pussy taking me so fucking well. You’re fucking creaming around me, holy sh—”

Talking dirty comes as natural as breathing to Felix. You’ve experienced the benefits on your body. His voice makes you become instantly wet, and his words really do the trick, nearly pushing you off the edge. 

“Felix…”

“Wait— wait f’me, sweetheart. Gotta fuck you nice and deep, huh? Gotta— make you— mine.” 

He fucks you hard. Not fast, just really deep thrusts inside of you that make your toes curl. You’re nothing but a panting and moaning mess for him. 

“There you go. You’re taking me so well, fuck…”

He hunches over you, presses his body flush on yours until you both fall on the mattress into a position that’s kinda like missionary, except you’re lying on your tummy and you’re not facing each other. You like this new position. You feel confident enough to start moving your hips to encourage Felix’s movements. 

Felix intertwines your fingers with his. He reaches his climax with a choked grunt, in your ear, and fills up the second condom.

You reach your own high, as well, by the friction caused by Felix’s rough trust and your clit against the material of his bedsheets. Felix insists you might’ve experienced some sort of female ejaculation, because there’s a small patch of… something wet on his sheets. 

You’re too embarrassed to speak, but Felix smiles at you and pulls you closer, crashing his lips on yours, telling you repeatedly how cute you are. 

—

The third time he fucks you, his back is resting against the mattress and your body is pressed on his as he thrusts slowly inside of you. 

Felix’s bedroom reeks awfully of sex, and your bodies are now shiny with sweat after three rounds in a row. This time, however, feels much different than the previous two. It’s a bit more intimate now, with Felix’s hands all over you and his lips on yours. He licks into your mouth, grunts as you sink down on him once more. 

“Feels good?” He asks, breathless, eyes staring right into yours. 

His hair is all messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead. Still, he looks gorgeous.

“So good.” 

He fucks you and holds you close and makes you cum exactly like that— with his cock buried deep inside of you and his arms around your waist, your foreheads pressed together. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good when sleeping with a complete stranger. 

Then, the funniest thought pops up in your head — you blame the post-orgasmic state you’re in. Despite technically being a stranger, Felix doesn’t quite feel like one. Within the span of three hours you’ve shared more with him than you had with your ex whom you’d dated for a few months.

He’s gentle when he pulls out, heads to the bathroom only to come back with a wet towel in his hand. He gently starts to wipe you between your legs, delicate and slow when you wince, sore. 

“How are you feeling?”

Thoughtful and caring. Not only is he incredibly hot and a sex God. Felix is also thoughtful and caring. He is willing to provide a complete stranger who was supposed to be nothing but a hookup pretty good aftercare. With the way things are going, it’s better if you leave his apartment as soon as possible if you don’t want to start catching feelings for him. 

But Felix doesn’t let you, no. 

“I’m alright. My legs feel funny, though.” 

He lies down beside you. 

“Mh, yeah, I figured,” he smiles at you. “I didn’t hurt you, though, did I?” 

“You didn’t, it was perfect.”

And it was. 

You hated that you felt that kind of connection there with Felix, because it kind of stings to know that nothing can ever happen between you and him— not in the way you want it to happen. Maybe Felix would be okay with hooking up from time to time, but that’s not something you want, you’re sure of that. You yearn for intimacy and connection on a deeper, emotional level, and while the sex with Felix is something out of this world… it is not enough. 

“Something on your mind?” 

You thought you could hide your emotions a little bit better than that. Or maybe Felix is just exceptionally good at reading others, who knows. 

“Not really,” you lie, “my brain is all fuzzy.” 

He seems to buy it. 

You think he’s going to ask you to leave any second now. After all, that’s all you’re here for, aren’t you? You are his conquest for the night, and maybe you have overstayed your welcome at his house. You’re prepared for the worst possible outcome.

You definitely weren’t ready for a fourth — and final, round, but you’re not complaining.

He takes you right there. He’s got you in missionary once more, but it feels nothing like the first time. Everything feels so much better now. The first time he fucked you were shy and nervous and kept overthinking every little thing. Right now, though… it’s slow and sensual and messy, and you’re both tired and clinging onto each other desperately. There’s no rush this time, neither of you is impatient.

Whispers of praise is all that comes out of Felix’s lips. He keeps telling you how hot you are, how good you’re making him feel, how he can’t get enough of you. The praise is not even that dirty right now, it’s mostly wholesome, and you’re scared it’s starting to fuck with your head. This feels almost like making love…

Felix presses all of himself deep inside of you as he comes, filling up the fourth condom. You’re impressed by his stamina and feel definitely a whole lot more confident in yourself for turning him on that much. He makes you come, too, then rests his body on yours, tired and spent. 

“Wait, I have to get you another towel,” he tries to speak but the words come out kind of slurred from how tired he is. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I can just clean myself up with the towel you gave me earlier. It’s still wet and pretty much clean.” 

“Mhhkay,” he yawns. You see his eyes flutter shut and you can’t believe how cute he looks right now. “Thank you f’ trusting me,” he mumbles, sounding already half asleep. “’M just resting my eyes. ‘M not fallin’ asleep…”

You’re surprised when he wraps his arm tighter around you and pulls your body closer. 

You’re not stupid, you’re very much aware you’re not supposed to stay the night. Although you’re not exactly experienced in the hookup field, you do know the basics — that’s just how things go. You vow to only regain your breath and the proper functioning of your hips and legs and then you’ll go. 

It’s incredible the way Felix manages to look breathtaking even when he’s asleep. He truly is perfect. Angelic features, combined with a charming personality and amazing skills in bed. From what you’ve discovered so far, he’s also a pretty decent, respectful human being with a functioning brain. 

What a shame it is, that he doesn’t do relationships… 

— 

Felix didn’t mean to fall asleep. He swears he was just resting his eyes…

When he wakes up, something’s different than the night before. It takes him a while to figure out what it is, but when he does, an upsetting feeling invades all of his senses. You’re not beside him. You’re nowhere in sight, actually. 

Felix sits up on the bed to take a better look around the room, but you aren’t there. Your clothes aren’t on the floor anymore and your bag is also gone. 

He should be relieved, though, shouldn’t he? He got what he wanted — he got to hook up, and the sex was amazing. So yeah, he got laid and now he’s back to his everyday, ordinary life. 

He shouldn’t be upset. Why is he upset?

A part of him is disappointed in himself that he wasn’t a gentleman and didn’t make sure you got home safely. He literally passed out the night before and didn’t even hear you get up and leave the house. He truly hopes you’re alright. 

Another part of him, though… yeah, that’s the part of him that would’ve liked it if you’d stayed the night. That’s the part of him that would’ve loved to wake up in your arms, or for you to wake up in his. It’s that part that makes Felix think it really sucks that you’re nowhere to be found. Fuck, he didn’t even get your number — forget it, he doesn’t even know your full name. Why is he so upset, then? 

Felix doesn’t do relationship. He hasn’t been in a relationship in a long while and he most definitely isn’t looking for one. 

Although he must to admit, at least to himself, that last night, with you… it was strange. It wasn’t like the sex he usually has with those random girls who only want him for his body and then that’s it. Maybe it’s a bit delusional of him to think that, but Felix kind of thinks that he felt a connection to you while you were sleeping together. Even the sex was different. It wasn’t just purely fucking to get off, and it wasn’t even, like, super kinky or anything. In fact, it was probably the most slow and passionate and intimate sex he’s had in a long while. 

You were different. 

Yes, cliché. He knows how this may sound. He slept with countless of people before and then bam! One night he goes out, meets the umpteenth girl, brings her home and suddenly realizes she’s different. It sounds ridiculous even to himself, but that’s just how things are. He can lie to everyone else, but he can’t lie to himself. There was something different in you and that’s a fact. 

Maybe it was the way you’d looked at him with those innocent eyes at the club. Maybe it was the way you’d trusted him with your body and your pleasure, allowed him to be the one to do certain things to you. Felix thinks there’s more than that. He’d also felt it while he was having sex with you, the way you had looked at him, the way you had spoken to him… and the aftercare, too. It’s not something two strangers do so intimately. Lying in the bed next to someone else and hug them, craving their skin on his, was something Felix never experienced before. 

And of course you’d disappear without a trace. Not even a single hand-written note saying ‘It was fun!’ or something like that. Felix leaves those kind of notes, sometimes— when his hookups are already asleep and he’s just about to leave. He does it so that the girls don’t feel bad about what they did, but also because that way Felix himself doesn’t feel like a complete asshole towards them.

Now here he is. In his empty bedroom, with the covers that still smell like you and the memories of the night you had shared. Is it weird that he wants to see you again? See where this feeling in his chest leads him to? 

“Listen, I’ve gotta be honest. I don’t do relationships, I’m not that kind of guy. A night is all I can offer you.”

That’s what he had said to you. That’s what he said to all the girls before you. 

You were unique even in your response. 

“Maybe a night is all I want.”

He lies there, reminiscing how the past night went. From the hungry kisses in the backseats of the cab and some inappropriate touching, to the way you’d stopped him right from eating you out in the middle of his living room.

You’d looked at him with the same innocent eyes, and said, “I know I acted all confident and stuff back at the club, but… this is actually my first time doing this.”

And Felix had nearly fainted, looking at you with wide, surprised eyes. “Wait… are you… a virgin?”

You’d let out a tiny squeak. “No! That’s not what I meant! I meant it as in — it’s my first time doing this with someone I just met.”

He remembers the way he’d felt inside. How his fingers were shaking as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. He remembers the slow, passionate kisses that followed, and how you ended up on his bed.

Felix’s mind goes back to when he undressed you, and then you him. How he’d taken his time kissing every inch of your body as he removed every piece of clothing covering your skin. He remembers how shy you looked when he gave you head. If he focuses hard enough, Felix is sure he can still taste you in his mouth. The way you fell apart onto his tongue, pulling his hair gently as not to hurt him… he shivers at the memory.

He remembers how nervous you looked when he was about to enter you. How you’d avoided his gaze and whispered, “I’m sorry if you’ll hate this with me. I don’t have much experience…” And how he’d kissed you and reassured you he could never hate it.

And the rest… well, is kinda history.

Felix sighs, draping an arm over his eyes as he accepts defeat. He’s sure he’s never going to see you again. He knows nothing about you except for your name, but for what he knows you could’ve made that up. It was the first time he saw you and you had told him that you’re not the type to go out at parties or hang out in bars. Hence, he’s probably truly never seeing you again. That’s too bad. 

With a grunt, he forces himself into the shower, still unable to stop thinking about you. 

— 

Ten days later, he’s still thinking of you. 

Two weeks later, he dreams of the night he had with you. Everything felt exactly as it did the night you’d stayed at his place. He could feel your touch on his skin vividly, as if you were in the same room, next to him. Except you aren’t, and the memories of you and what you and Felix did are the only things left to him.  

Three weeks later, he goes to the same bar, hoping to find you there. He doesn’t. Nobody knows who you are apparently. Well, to be fair Felix only gave a description of your general physical appearance, but it’s hard to find someone whose full name you don’t even know. 

One month later, he decides it’s best if he gave up. And he does. 

—

Six weeks later, he sees you again. 

His friend Chris had insisted to have breakfast in that coffee place downtown for the longest time, and that morning, Felix caved in and, rolling his eyes, he had accepted. Only to walk in and freeze in his tracks, caught in a trance starring… you. 

You — wearing a green apron with the logo of the coffee shop embroidered on it. You — with your hair put neatly, so that it doesn’t fall on your eyes whilst you take orders. You — with the brightest smile on your face as you speak to an old couple, writing down their order on your paper block. 

You. 

“Felix? You alright, mate?”

Chris elbows him, showing concern for his friend. 

“It’s her.” It comes out in a whisper. 

“Huh?”

“The girl. The one I met at that club. C’mon, I told you about her!” 

Chris’ expression changes all of a sudden.

“The girl?” He asks in disbelief.

“Huh. Her. She works here, apparently.” 

You haven’t noticed Felix yet. After all, you’re across the room, and he’s completely out of your sight, but Felix can’t take his eyes off you. You’re so different than the last time he saw you. 

Today, your makeup is a lot more natural, your clothes less revealing, but you look stunning nonetheless. In Felix’s eyes, you’re even more beautiful. 

“Ah. You’re gonna talk to her?” Chris asks, and Felix doesn’t know what to say. 

Of course he wants to talk to you, but… what is he even gonna say? 

Should he pretend he didn’t spend the last weeks trying to forget about you? Pretend he didn’t run to the bar and asked about everyone if they knew anything about you? After all, he still isn’t sure why he was so desperate to find you again…

But now he did, and this was his chance. It’s all up to him. 

“I don’t know…” 

Chris frowns. “You don’t know? I thought you liked her?”

Liked… that would be… what, an understatement? Felix feels kind of ridiculous. He’s intrigued by you, yes, and hasn’t been able to sleep properly since that night because thoughts of you are always plaguing his brain, but… 

What kind of wishful thinking is this, that you too still think about him and that night?

“I— do I? I mean, we slept together but— we didn’t really talk. She’s practically a stranger…”

“A stranger who caught your interest, though. That gotta mean something, man.” 

Does it?

It does, Felix is sure of that. But he’s scared. He doesn’t do relationships, it’s just how he’s built. Commitment is scary, and the possibility of getting his heart broken is something he does not want to think of. But… you caught his interest in a way no one has ever done before. 

And that scares him even more than all that fear-of-commitment bullshit. 

“I’ll… I think I’ll go talk to her.” 

Chris smiles at his friend encouragingly. 

—

In the middle of the chaos that is the coffee shop this morning, amongst all those voices, you hear someone call out your name. 

You recognize the voice. God, how could you ever forget it?

Your knees buckle as you turn around. 

“Hi.” 

He speaks first. You take a moment to look at him. He’s exactly like you remembered. 

You nearly drop the paper block and pen. Your kneels buckle as you stare at the man in front of you, so different than that night, yet the same. The same cute freckles decorating his cheeks, the same perfect little nose, the same blond hair kept half up half down. The same lips you kissed so many times whilst he made you his between his bedsheets. 

“Felix…”

It’s almost like one of those scenes you see in movies — where everything stops and nothing else exists beside the main characters, staring into each’s eyes. 

Seeing Felix again is not something you saw coming. In fact, you were convinced you were never going to see him again after that night. You don’t know how to react. 

“I’m… uh, how… how are you?” 

It’s as if you were paralyzed, staring at him as if Felix were an hologram, the product of your imagination. But it’s not your imagination playing tricks on you, and you’ve got tables to serve. Your coworker snaps her fingers at you to get your attention. 

“I’m… I’ve been… I’ve got a table to serve.”

This is definitely not the kind of answer Felix was hoping for, but what was he expecting? You’re working, after all. You shouldn’t drop everything for him, and he respects that. But what if… what if you hate him? What if you don’t want anything to do with him? 

“Right…”

You’re out of his sight in a matter of seconds, leaving him with a gut-wrenching feeling pervading his whole body. Maybe he already had his chance and he blew it, and he won’t get another one. 

“Felix?” 

Your sweet voice snaps him out of his spiral of negative thoughts. His head snaps up to look at you, in front of him, with your beautiful eyes now filled with nervousness. 

“Yes?”

You fidget with the hem of your apron. 

“My break starts in half an hour,” you tell him. “If you… have something you want to tell me, we can talk then.” 

Felix’s heartbeat picks up its pace. Yes. Yes. Of course he’ll wait. He’ll wait until you finish your entire shift if it’s the only chance he has to talk to you. After all, he’s been waiting for this moment for over a month, what difference is half an hour more gonna make?

“I’ll wait.”

—

Chris, Felix’s friend, decides to wait outside. Decides would be an understatement, given that Felix practically shoved him out the coffee shop as soon as he saw you take off your apron and tell something to your colleague. 

And now Felix is alone, sitting at his table, kicking his leg and reminding himself to breathe in and out as he tries to organize his thoughts into coherent sentences. 

“Hey,” you mumble as you approach him, “sorry for making you wait. Mornings are always super busy.”

“It’s okay. It’s— I had nothing to do anyway. It’s okay, really.” 

You smile at him. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Felix nods. After all, this is just a coincidence. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here either,” he admits. “My friend’s been wanting to take me here for months.”

“Right…”

Felix sighs. He looks at you and remembers all the time he spent replaying that night into his brain, memories forced into a loop he wasn’t able to stop. 

“You know. I’m glad he dragged me here. I’ve been… looking for you,” he confesses. 

“You have?” You frown. 

Felix nods. “Please, don’t think I’m a creep. It’s just— I tried looking for you at the club we met. Asked about you…”

You’re even more confused now. “Oh… why?”

This is not how Felix imagined the conversation going, but what was he expecting?

He looks into your eyes, and his heart skips a beat. “I was hoping I’d find you again.” 

“Felix…”

“You left without saying goodbye. You— you didn’t leave a note or… say anything. You just disappeared.” 

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. 

“I thought… that’s how one night stands worked?”

And you’re not exactly wrong. Felix himself did that a few times. So why does it sting so fucking bad?

“I— you’re right… it’s just… I keep replaying that night in my head. I just…”, he pauses, takes a deep breath as he looks you in the eye, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

Your eyes widen. Your fingers and hands tremble. Could this mean that… perhaps…

“Felix, what…”

“Go out with me,” he blurts out, taking you off guard. 

You sigh. 

“Listen, Felix, I…” you swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to phrase your thoughts. “That night was… amazing. But I’m at a point in my life where I… I think I want more than just casual sex. I think I want a relationship, something serious.” 

There’s an alarm going off inside Felix’s head. It’s that part of him that he’s terrified of commitment. It’s that part of him that’s screaming to get up and run, the part of him that’s telling him that he’s not made for a relationship. 

But the feeling inside his heart is telling him something entirely different. It’s a new feeling, something Felix is not used to. It’s another part of him, telling him that you’re worth it, that it’s the right decision. 

“I want something serious, too. I think…”

You look into his eyes. Felix sees the uncertainty. He’s expecting rejection. 

“You said you don’t do relationships…”

Felix is met with the reality of his words and actions, and it stings way more than it should. 

“I know. But you’re stuck in my brain. I’ve tried to forget about you, and nothing worked. That’s gotta mean something, right?”

You stare into his eyes and he looks and sounds sincere. You have mixed feelings about this. Part of you is happy to see Felix again, because you too haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. But there’s another part of you who’s scared to get hurt. That’s the part that’s stopping you from listening to your heart and giving in. 

“I suppose it does…” you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’ve… been thinking about you, too.” 

Felix’s eyes lit up. 

“You have?” 

You nod. “I guess that night felt like something more than just a hookup. That’s why I’m a bit scared.” 

“I’m scared, too,” Felix destroys the walls he’s spent years building. “I’m not good with feelings. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship, but that night with you meant something to me, too. It felt different than just a hookup.” 

A shiver runs down your spine at the memory of the way Felix had looked at you as he fucked you. The way he’d touched you with such care and reverence. The way he’d held you afterwards. Maybe this is the right thing to do… maybe you should trust your gut.

“It felt different for me, too.” 

Felix smiles. Inside of him, it feels as if something has just healed. His whole body is pervaded by calm and peace. 

“I know I said I don’t do relationships… but there’s something about you that makes me want to try.” 

“Maybe we should take it slow. Know each other before jumping right into a relationship.”

Felix’s body relaxes a little as he realizes you’re right. You’re right. You’re in no rush.

“That sounds… perfect, actually,” he smiles. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime soon?” 

You smile back. 

“Yes. Coffee sounds lovely.” 

🏙️

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

I love this so much

(☘︎) ─── different sides of the internet

gamer!yunho x camgirl!reader

with an accidental package swap with your neighbor, jeong yunho, the one who keeps you up at night with his constant yelling. when an opportunity to make a big check comes your way yunho somehow is the only person who can help, luckily for him he finds you hot, and who is he to pass up the chance to sleep with you.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: thank you so much for enjoying my first yunho work! i never realized how fun they are to write for and i will continue to put out more for them! i hope you enjoyed and stick around for the next short smau!

back to library | req? yes / no

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

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