Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Felix | neck kisses

You know it's him. The sound of keys thrown on a small table in the hallway. A thud when his bag falls to the floor. The groan living his lips when he gets rid of his sneakers. A few muffled footsteps and his voice, "I'm home."

He finds you in the bathroom a few seconds later. Leans on the door frame, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, "Hello, baby."

He's tired. You can see it in the way his eyes are half-closed and in the way his voice is a bit too low, exhausted. And you spit out the toothpaste and stop cleaning your teeth for a moment, "Do you want to take a shower? I'm almost done."

"No," he shrugs, smiling slightly. "Already took it at the agency."

Only then you notice his a bit damp hair and the t-shirt he accidentally put on the wrong side. You can't help but chuckle at that, "I see. Your shirt–" You pat his stomach lightly, showing him the mistake, but he doesn't pay it any attention. His hand catch yours, intertwining your fingers together, making your stomach swirl with warmth, "Babe, I have to finish..."

He nods, leaning his head on the bathroom wall. You smile, returning back to brushing your teeth.

It makes you warm, the way he plays with your fingers, the way he studies your side profile. Suddenly it comes to you, you barely saw him today. He left too early, spend the whole day at work, and you didn't know you missed him until he came back like this, tired, with messy hair, soft and warm. And–

"I want to kiss you," his words make you chuckle, and you almost choke on your toothpaste. "Lix, you see–" you try to reason him, showing him the toothbrush in your hands and the blue foam at the corners of your lips, but he comes closer, shaking his head.

"I missed you," his arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing to your back. You feel the weight of his head when he leans it on your shoulder, his a bit long hair tickling your cheek. "The best time of the day," he exhales slowly, smiling dreamily into your neck.

You can't help but chuckle once again. You try to do it gently this time, brushing your teeth. His head on your right shoulder makes it a bit difficult to move your hands freely, but you try not to pay it too much attention. He bends down every time you spit the toothpaste, his hands find their way to your stomach, sliding under the shirt, rubbing circles on your skin. And it makes you a bit impatient, wanting to finally hug him, to finally kiss him, but–

His lips on your neck. It makes you roll your eyes, grubbing the toothbrush a bit harder. You aren't even surprised. It's Felix after all, you saw it coming a long time ago. And still, it gets you every freaking time. His lips on your neck. Slow and soft and loving, they trace your skin gently, non-stop.

"Li-ix..." You try to retort, turning the water on, ready to wash your brush. But he doesn't hear you, his lips now trailing your collarbones. His hand slides up your back, pushing back the collar of your shirt, leaving a few kisses on your bare shoulders. And that's the moment when he reaches the peak of your patience.

"Stop it," you spit the water into the sink, roughly wiping away the toothpaste from your lips. But it only makes him smile when you finally turn in his arms to face him, your eyes shining with annoyance and love. "What are you fucking doing, Lee Felix?" You whisper, your hands sliding up his chest and neck.

"Provoking you so you'll kiss me," his eyes shine too brightly, when he smiles, answering your stupid and unnecessary questions. And then he keeps smiling when you finally lean in, getting a dose of his warmth, the one you didn't know you were lacking this whole day.