Stray Kids Smut Oneshots || F X M

My Princess || Felix x Reader

Notes: Royal AU, Another bathroom oneshot, Gentle dom, Heaps of consent, Missionary, Just cute vanilla vibes tbh, This shit is so long so I suggest going to get your rose toy out rn, enjoy <3 

"This is Felix, the prince's son, 3rd to the throne," your father announces, his parents looking over at their boy with pride.

"Oh, lovely to meet you," you try to hide a sneer as you smile over at him, standing there in his fancy suit.

To you, Felix needs no introduction. He's awful, a privileged little rat of a boy in the grade above you. Most of your friends have crushes on him and you get it, he's handsome, but that doesn't make up from his awful, egotistical, self-centred personality.

"Why don't we go sit down?" His parents guide your family over to the largest table, placed in the direct centre of the ballroom.

You quickly drown the conversation of the adults out, watching the others waltz on the dance floor. The orchestra distracts your ears from conversations of politics and countries, your mind at peace as you hum along with the melody.

THWACK

You groan as something kicks against your leg. Slowly lifting your head up, turning around, you scowl directly at Felix.

"What," you move your leg away, giving Felix the fattest side eye you could muster up.

"Bathroom," Felix mouths at you, taking his napkin off of his lap and placing it down on the table as he gets up to leave.

You glance around the room, making sure nobody is watching you, or him, who had just left. With the all clear you stand up, your movements reluctant as you follow in his direction. What does he want from me?

"Felix," you mutter miserably, opening the door to the unisex bathroom. He sits on the sink, brushing his blond hair behind his ears as he watches over you, a light smirk on his face.

"You came," he hums and for the first time, you might actually be ever-so-slightly affected by his sweet charms. "I saw you watching the dancers."

"Ah, you did?" You chuckle awkwardly, not knowing how to react to his sudden warmness, shutting the door behind you, locking it quickly after. Why does he have to be so observant?

"You want to try?" He asks, pushing himself off of the sink, offering a hand out to me.

You bite your lip to think for a moment, your eyebrows creased as you consider the downsides... why not, just this once hm?

With your decision made, you take his hand, allowing him to pull you in closer. His hands wrap over your back, his fingertips brushing against your skirt. 

You look down, matching the rhythm of his feet, following his every step carefully as you gain your balance. You can still hear the sounds of the orchestra outside, taking up any awkward silence left between the two of you as you move from side to side. 

Without thinking, you place your head down onto his broad shoulder, seeking comfort in the one person you seem to despise most. He let's out a light exhale as your head settles onto him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Damn, the strong, unfazed [Y/N] is here leaning her head on my shoulder," he chuckles lightly, running his hands up and down your back as you put more of your weight onto him. "You needed this hm?"

You lift your head, looking up at the boy, his blond hair contrasting the freckles on his face, his eyes glistening as his eye contact intensifies.

Your mind is jumbled, you can't think properly and before you can change your mind, or brainstorm the inevitable consequences of your actions, you lean in.