46| Angel (Felix)

Jiah took a few weeks to recover from the fighting incident, in which most of the time she was unwilling to step outside with the ugly scratches and bruises marring her face. Each day, she attended her classes in silence, keeping her head down before rushing straight home, avoiding lingering gazes and unnecessary conversations.

But even now, completely healed, she still isn't leaving the house.

No—Jiah has been working.

A sudden burst of inspiration had struck her in the middle of her confinement, an idea so vivid and consuming that she had thrown herself into it with relentless determination.

Now, after countless hours of painstaking effort, her masterpiece is finally complete.

The rhythmic hum of her sewing machine comes to a halt, the abrupt silence almost startling after the steady, mechanical whirring that had filled her room for days. She carefully lifts the garment, inspecting every seam, every bead, every delicate stitch with critical eyes. And then, a delighted squeal bubbles up from her throat, pure, unfiltered excitement making her bounce on her toes.

Without a second thought, she strips off her clothes in a flurry, eager to see the final vision come to life. The fabric slides over her skin like a whisper, impossibly soft, sending tiny shivers dancing along her spine with every movement. She smoothes her hands over the bodice, feeling the intricate embroidery under her fingertips, and turns to face the full-length mirror across the room.

A slow, wide smile stretches across her lips.

It's perfect.

All the meticulous details she has agonized over—the delicate pearl beading, the airy, translucent layers of the skirt that flutter like angel wings, the subtle shimmer of the fabric catching the golden afternoon light—everything has come together just as she had envisioned. When she twirls, the short hem of the dress lifts and sways, brushing against her thighs in a way that makes her feel both ethereal and just the right amount of sinful.

Jiah runs her fingers through her freshly styled hair, her new look only adding to the transformation. This isn't just any dress.

It's a costume.

A very particular, very seductive costume she has designed with one person in mind.

Felix.

The thought of him makes warmth bloom in her chest, quickly trickling down, pooling low in her stomach. He's busy today, stuck on set for a music video shoot—unable to leave, unable to touch her. And that, she realizes, is precisely what makes this so much fun.

Her eyes flicker to her phone resting on the bedside table, the impulse to snap a picture already forming in her mind. But as she reaches for it, a more wicked idea takes root.

She meets her own gaze in the mirror, and a slow, knowing smirk curls on her lips.

If she's going to do this, she's going to do it right.

Jiah saunters over to her vanity, the giddy anticipation thrumming through her veins. She pulls her makeup bag closer, fingers dancing over her collection of lip tints and eyeshadow palettes, already envisioning the look she wants.

She will take her time, perfecting every little detail—because when Felix finally lays eyes on her, even through the screen of his phone, she wants him wrecked.

Today, he will suffer. And she will enjoy every second of it.

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Felix leans back against the worn-out sofa, fanning himself with one hand as he tries to cool off. The air in the studio is thick with heat, a mix of stage lights and the exertion from hours of dancing, leaving a sheen of sweat on his skin.

The space around him is a whirlwind of motion—stylists fussing over outfits, cameras being adjusted, crew members shouting last-minute directions. It's the usual chaotic energy of a music video shoot, but at least he has a few minutes to breathe.

The vibration in his pocket pulls him from his daze. He pulls out his phone, swiping his thumb across the screen to see a message from Jiah.

Angel 😇

'Hey, Lixie!'

A small smile tugs at his lips as he quickly types back.

Lixie Pixie 🧚

'Hey, angel! How are you? Feeling better?'

Angel 😇

'Remember how I said I wanted to try cosplay because of my new hair?'

Lixie Pixie 🧚

'Yeah?'

Angel 😇

'I made the perfect one!'

Felix sits up a little straighter, intrigued.

Lixie Pixie 🧚

'Really?'

Angel 😇

'Yeah, I have it on right now. Do you wanna see?'

His pulse kicks up a notch.

Lixie Pixie 🧚

'Yes! Show me!'

"What are you grinning at?" Han's voice cuts through his anticipation as he plops down beside him on the couch, peering over curiously.

"Jiah just told me she made a cosplay that goes perfectly with her new hair," Felix says, still focused on his phone, fingers twitching in anticipation of her next message. "She's about to send me a picture."

"Oh, sick. Can I see?" Han leans in slightly.

Felix opens his mouth to agree—until his phone vibrates again, and the moment his eyes land on the screen, his entire body locks up. His breath hitches.

Jiah has sent him a photo—a devastatingly sinful photo.

The angel costume is white, but that is the only angelic thing about it. The dress is scandalously short, the sheer lace of her panties just barely visible beneath the hem, adorned with delicate pearls that make his mouth go dry.

The bodice, however, is the real problem—or rather, the lack of it. The metallic gold top wraps around her chest like a delicate frame, leaving her breasts completely bare, teasingly exposed in a way that sends a rush of heat straight to his core.

To make things worse, her pose is downright obscene. One leg slightly lifted, back arched just enough to highlight the curve of her waist, a teasing wink aimed directly at him through the camera lens.

Felix chokes on air.

Han frowns. "Is it that good? Let me see."

Felix jolts, nearly dropping his phone as he scrambles to press it to his chest, shielding the screen from view. His face burns, heat creeping up his neck, and suddenly the room feels ten times hotter.

"S-sorry! I— I can't show you."

Han raises an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Felix swallows hard, struggling to find words that won't completely expose him. "It's, uh... k-kind of short."

A knowing smirk tugs at Han's lips. "Ahh, I get it. It's that kind of outfit, huh?" He sighs dramatically, nudging Felix's arm. "It's alright, I get why you wouldn't want to show me. We might be close, but not close enough to see each other's girlfriends naked."

Felix nearly combusts on the spot. Before he can say anything, his phone buzzes again.

Another photo.

Felix hesitates, his pulse hammering against his ribs. When he finally glances down, his breath leaves him in a sharp exhale.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

This one is worse. So much worse.

Jiah has changed positions, now sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs slightly parted, one hand playing with the hem of her dress, lifting it up even more. Her expression is downright sinful, lips parted in a teasing smile, eyes dark with mischief.

Felix shoots up from the couch so fast that Han barely has time to react.

"I—I gotta go!" He blurts, gripping his phone like a lifeline as he all but sprints toward the nearest bathroom.

The moment he's inside, he slams the door shut, pressing his back against it as he sucks in a deep breath. His fingers move on their own, dialing Jiah's number before his brain can catch up.

She picks up after the first ring.

"Hey," she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement—and something much more dangerous.

"Jiah, what the hell?" He whisper-shouts, keeping his voice low despite the fact that no one is around.

"What?" She asks, feigning innocence.

"I told you I'm at work!"

"I know," she giggles.

His jaw clenches. "You did that on purpose?"

"Mm-hmm," she hums, clearly proud of herself. "I just wanted to tease you a little. No one saw, right?"

Felix runs a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. "No, but it was way too close."

"Well, that just makes it more fun, doesn't it?"

He groans, tilting his head back against the door. "You're impossible."

"So... what did you think?" She asks sweetly, as if she doesn't already know the answer.

Felix exhales a short laugh, shaking his head. "I think you're trying to kill me."

"Oh, come on. You liked it."

"I loved it," he admits, voice dropping slightly. "You look... insane."

She giggles again, and the sound sends another pulse of heat through his body.

"I thought you'd like it," she muses. "Would you like some more photos? I still have it on."

Felix groans again, rubbing his temple. "Jiah..."

"I know you want to see it," she teases, her voice all smoke and sin.

And just like that, he knows he's done for.

"Felix?" A staff member's voice calls from outside the bathroom door, dragging him back to reality with all the grace of a bucket of ice water.

"Y-yeah?" He croaks, gripping his phone like a lifeline.

"We need you back on set for another take. Will you take long?"

Felix's head spins, heat still coiling dangerously low in his gut. He struggles to steady his voice, "No, I'm coming!"

A soft giggle drifts through his phone's speaker, light and teasing—Jiah's wicked little way of reminding him that she's still there, still playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

He exhales sharply, "Jiah, please, behave yourself."

"Hmmm..." she hums, making a show of pretending to consider it, "I don't think I will."

Felix shuts his eyes, willing himself to stay calm. "Jiah..."

"What can you do to stop me, huh?" She coos, her voice dripping with mischief. "I know you can't resist opening my messages. I know the second your phone vibrates, your fingers itch to see what I've sent. Don't they, darling?"

Felix presses his head against the door. His whole body aches with frustration, need, and the cruel, delicious anticipation of what she'd do next.

"Jiah—"

"You shouldn't take too long," she continues, her voice laced with fake sweetness. "You heard them. They need you on set. But..." she drags out the pause, letting it sink in before lowering her voice to a sultry whisper, "Keep your phone close by."

The call disconnects before he can even attempt to protest.

Felix lets out a strangled sound of frustration, shoving his phone into his pocket as he all but storms out of the bathroom. A staff member immediately directs him toward the set, but all Felix can focus on is the heavy thrum of his heartbeat and the unbearable tension twisting inside him.

Han takes one look at his flushed face and grins. "You good?"

Felix doesn't even look at him. "Shut up."

Han just laughs, slapping his back twice before moving into position. Felix inhales deeply, forcing himself to breathe, to focus, to—

Bzzz

His entire body goes rigid.

Bzzz

Another one. And then—

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

A series of slow, deliberate vibrations rattle against his thigh, dragging his pulse higher and higher with each one. He doesn't even have to look. He knows. Jiah is sending more photos. Not just one—several.

Felix clenches his jaw, hands twitching at his sides. He has to stay professional. He has to pretend like he isn't unraveling, like every part of him isn't screaming at him to look.

Don't check. Don't check. Don't check. Don't check. Don't—

But the moment the next break is called—his self-control snaps. He yanks his phone out of his pocket, swiping the screen open with desperate, almost reckless urgency. And instantly, the breath is stolen from his lungs.

The first image is enough to make his vision blur.

Angel 😇

'Do you think I look like I could answer all your prayers, darling?'

Jiah, arching in front of her mirror, the bodice of her costume pressing against her chest in a way that only emphasizes her perfect curves. The golden structure of the top is adorned with delicate, sparkling diamonds that reflect the light—the effect is almost celestial, like a glowing halo of sin wrapped around her.

Felix swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. The next image nearly makes him whimper.

Angel 😇

'Do you believe I could take you straight to heaven?'

The back of her dress—laced in a corset so tight it cinches her waist perfectly. The silky ribbons trail down, brushing against the swell of her ass, which peeks out just beneath the scandalously short hem. But what makes it worse, what destroys him, is the way she has positioned herself, one hip slightly jutted out, the small angel wings sewn onto the fabric making her look so delicate, so untouchably divine—

Yet so dangerously filthy.

His blood turns molten. Then he sees the next photo. And all rational thought evaporates.

Angel 😇

'Would you like to taste the holy liquid that drips off me just for you?'

Her panties—or rather, what should have been panties—are little more than an intricate web of lace and pearls. He can see everything. And in the next shot, she has spread her thighs just slightly, allowing the camera to capture the way the string of pearls nestles between her folds—already glistening with slick arousal.

Felix makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

He's losing it.

A quiet, shaky breath leaves his lips, his entire body thrumming with tension so thick he can taste it. He squeezes his phone in his palm, trying to ground himself. Tries to regain even an ounce of control.

"You alright, mate?" Chan's voice suddenly breaks through, a hand landing on Felix's back.

Felix jerks in surprise, eyes wide as he scrambles to lock the screen. "Y-yeah! Uh. How much longer will we be?"

Chan frowns. "Probably a few more hours. Why?"

"N-no reason. Just... curious," Felix clears his throat, shifting awkwardly.

Chan studies him, concern evident in his expression. "You sure you're okay?"

"Oh, he's fine," Han interjects, practically purring with amusement. "Aren't you, Lix?"

Felix shoots him a murderous look.

Chan's frown deepens. "Did something happen?"

Han smirks, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Felix got a naughty photo from Jiah."

Felix's stomach drops. "Dude, shut up!" He whisper-shouts, eyes darting around in case anyone overheard.

Chan groans. "Ugh. Come on, guys. Not here."

Felix huffs, trying desperately to play it all off, but then—his phone vibrates again. Loudly.

Han's grin widens. "Are you going to check that?"

Felix hesitates, torn between self-preservation and the insatiable curiosity clawing at him. His eyes trail down to his screen, seeing the notification:

Angel 😇

'I couldn't help myself'

Photo attached

His pulse spikes. He shouldn't open it. He should not open it—

But he does.

And immediately regrets it. The air leaves his lungs in a violent, choking gasp. His breath catches, a strangled noise leaving his throat as he chokes on his own saliva. His body jerks in shock, fingers fumbling to hide the screen even as his brain scrambles to process what he has just seen.

Jiah has gone a step further.

She has pulled out something he has only seen once before, when he went through her things looking for a pair of socks he could borrow.

A crystal dildo.

The soft pink quartz gleams against her flushed skin, the delicate translucence matching the ethereal look of her costume. But the way she has positioned it—just barely pressing between her folds, teasing herself with the cool, rigid tip—

Felix blacks out for a second.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Chan mutters, walking away.

Han, meanwhile, howls with laughter.

Felix doesn't wait around. He flees—darting to a more secluded corner where he can breathe, where he can process, where he can suffer in peace.

Jiah is ruining him. And the worst part? She knows exactly what she's doing.

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Felix is losing his mind.

He's trying—desperately—to focus, but his body betrays him at every turn. His limbs feel heavy, his skin too hot, his head clouded with nothing but images of Jiah in that damned costume, her voice whispering sinful things in his ear like a ghost haunting his every thought.

And she isn't stopping.

His phone vibrates again, tucked deep in his pocket, but he feels it, as if the device itself is laughing at him. Another picture? Another text? He doesn't know. He can't risk looking. Not here, not in front of everyone—

"Felix, you good?"

He blinks, snapping his head up to find Lee Know staring at him with open suspicion.

Felix clears his throat, nodding stiffly. "Yeah. Fine."

"You sure?" Lee Know crosses his arms. "Because you just missed your cue."

Shit. His stomach drops.

"Again, from the top!" The director calls out.

Felix swallows hard, shifting uncomfortably as he tries to get back into position, but he can feel the way his members are looking at him. Han is already grinning like a devil, Seungmin stifling a chuckle behind his hand. Even Hyunjin is smirking at him.

Felix rolls his shoulders, inhaling deeply as the music starts up again. Okay, focus. Just get through this.

He moves through the routine, forcing his body to comply, but his rhythm is off. His timing lags, his steps are sluggish, and his mind is elsewhere.

They reset again. And again. By the third time, frustration is starting to ripple through the crew.

"Felix, concentrate," Chan says, rubbing his temples.

"I—I'm trying," Felix mutters.

"Oh, he's trying all right," Han murmurs under his breath, just loud enough for Felix to hear.

Felix shoots him a glare, but it holds no heat—mostly because he deserves the teasing. He needs to snap out of it. But then—

Bzzzz

A long, drawn-out vibration.

Felix stiffens. Not a text. Not a photo. A voice note.

His pulse spikes.

"Felix, focus!"

He flinches, nodding quickly as he gets back into position. The music starts. One, two—step—turn—

He can't stop thinking about it. His body burns with anticipation to hear what the note is. As soon as the director yells cut again, Felix sprints off set, pressing his phone to his ear.

Then he hears it. And his world implodes.

"Lixie," Jiah's voice purrs through the speaker, soft and breathy, a little too whiny, like she has been touching herself, like she's already worked up.

Felix freezes. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, his body roots to the spot, his lungs refusing to work properly.

"Mmm, I was thinking about you just now," Jiah whispers, her tone honeyed with mischief. "About how hard you must be trying to focus... but I bet it's so difficult, isn't it, darling?"

Felix staggers. She knows. She knows exactly what she's doing to him. His entire body feels like it has been set ablaze. Every muscle in him is taut, wound so tightly he thinks he might snap.

"You'd lose your mind if you saw what I'm doing right now," she breathes, voice thick with sin, followed by a quiet moan. "But you'll have to wait, won't you? I love making you wait, Lixie."

The voice note ends, leaving Felix with nothing but silence.

A low, strangled whine leaves his throat.

"Oh my god, dude," Han wheezes, slapping his knee as he doubles over in laughter.

Felix wants to die. Or fly to her apartment and ruin her. Whichever came first.

Chan lets out a long, suffering sigh. "Felix. Can you please stop whatever you're doing and be professional?"

Felix can't answer. He can't. Because if he opens his mouth, he knows what will come out will be nothing short of a desperate plea for mercy.

Instead, he turns away with shaky hands as he pulls up Jiah's chat. His thumbs hover over the keyboard, mind racing, blood burning.

Lixie Pixie 🧚

'You better be ready when I get there'

He hits send.

And immediately knows—he needs to see her. Now. But before he can do anything, the phone is snatched clean out of his hands.

"Enough."

Felix turns sharply to see Chan standing over him, phone in hand, an unimpressed glare on his face.

"Hyung," Felix groans, already reaching for it, but Chan takes a step back.

"Nope. Absolutely not. You've been useless for the past hour," Chan shakes his head. "I don't know what Jiah's doing to you, and frankly, I don't want to know, but you need to focus. I'm confiscating this until we're done."

Felix stares in horror. "You can't be serious—"

"I am serious," Chan deadpans. "Now go. Dance. And forget about whatever the hell is on your phone."

Han bursts into laughter. "Oh man, this is brutal. You should see your face, Lix. Pure heartbreak."

Felix wants to scream. But there is nothing he can do. Chan is not the type to back down, and if Felix wants to get out of here and see Jiah as soon as possible, he needs to finish this damn shoot.

So he suffers. Through every take. Through every second of aching restraint. And the moment the director finally calls it a wrap—

Chan tosses him his phone. "Here. Take this thing back, it's making my leg numb from the constant vibrations."

Felix is already unlocking it before Chan even finishes speaking. And the moment he sees his notifications, he nearly passes out.

Multiple texts. Pictures. And worst of all—several voice notes. His fingers tremble as he opens them one by one. Photo after photo of Jiah—her dress riding even higher, her legs spreading for the camera, her fingers buried between her folds.

"Mmm, I got so needy waiting for you, Lixie..." she purrs.

Felix's breath hitches.

"I can't stop thinking about how frustrated you must be right now. So I started touching myself..."

A shaky exhale leaves his lips.

"I'm so wet, darling... want me to show you?"

Felix whimpers. Right there. In the middle of the damn studio.

"Go," Chan's voice breaks through his haze. "Before you start combusting in public."

Felix doesn't need to be told twice.

He's already moving—shoving his phone into his pocket, grabbing his bag, barely muttering a goodbye before bolting out of the studio. His body is on fire, the need thrumming in his veins, pushing him faster, harder.

The ride to Jiah's apartment is a blur—his pulse hammering in his ears, his fingers twitching with impatience. Every red light, every second wasted, only fuels his desperation.

By the time he reaches her door, he's seconds away from losing it. He nearly breaks the door down. The second she opens it, he lunges, all but starving for her, hands already reaching—

But she steps back quickly.

Felix stumbles forward, catching himself against the doorframe, eyes wild with frustration. "Jiah," he rasps, panting, "I swear to—"

She simply smiles. Soft. Sweet. Innocent.

"Hi, Lixie," she says, voice light and airy, like she hasn't just spent hours torturing him.

Felix clenches his fists at his sides. "Don't play with me right now."

She giggles, stepping further inside, going into her bedroom, the soft rustling of her costume makes his pulse spike, and he barely notices he's following her. "I'm not playing. I've been waiting for you."

Felix's gaze drags over her, hunger sharpening his features. The dress. The wings. The fucking pearls. She looks divine. And it makes him feral.

"Jiah," he steps forward again, reaching for her.

She dodges.

Jiah tilts her head, eyes glimmering with mischief. "What's wrong, darling?"

Felix's breathing turns heavy. "Don't test me."

She smiles again, too sweet, stepping closer—but just out of his reach.

"I don't know what you mean," she murmurs, "I've been such a good girl, waiting for you patiently."

Felix's jaw ticks.

"Oh, but I guess I was a little naughty," she muses, tapping her chin with a manicured finger, "Teasing you all day like that..."

His patience is razor-thin.

Jiah giggles again, placing a single finger on his chest.

"I bet you've been so restless," she whispers, eyes dropping to his lips. "So frustrated..." she trails her touch downward, barely brushing over his stomach, stopping just before reaching the waistband of his pants.

Felix trembles.

Her eyes flicker back up. "Sit down."

Felix's brows furrow. "What?"

Jiah steps back, gesturing toward the chair near the edge of the room. "Sit," she repeats, her tone turning just a touch firmer.

Felix doesn't move. Jiah raises a brow.

"Are you going to disobey a divine order?" She asks, voice lilting in mock offense.

His breath hitches.

Jiah leans in, lips grazing the shell of his ear, "Be good for me, Lixie."

Something in Felix melts. His body moves before his brain can register it. He sinks into the chair, legs spread slightly, hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles turn white.

Jiah smiles, satisfied, as she slowly—slowly—lowers herself onto his lap. Felix's muscles twitch. His hands ache to grab her. To flip her over and end this game. But Jiah tuts softly, fingers grazing over his wrist.

"Ah-ah," she whispers, "No touching."

Felix groans, throwing his head back, "Jiah."

She hums, tracing a delicate path up his arms. "You were so mean to me the last time, remember?" She pouts playfully. "So rough. Maybe this time, I should be the one in control."

Felix inhales sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"I could be nice," she muses, shifting slightly, her warmth pressing against him in a way that makes his head spin.

Felix's fingers dig into the chair.

"I could let you have me..."

His chest heaves.

"But where's the fun in that?"

Felix nearly breaks the chair in half.

Jiah leans down, lips just barely brushing against his—then she pulls away. Felix whines. Jiah giggles, absolutely delighted with herself.

"Oh, darling," she coos, thumb stroking his jaw, "You look so desperate."

Felix is desperate. And if she keeps this up, she's about to find out exactly how dangerous it is to tease a man on the edge.

Felix is cracking. Jiah knows it. And she's pushing it.

She straddles his lap like she owns him, her delicate fingers trailing up his chest, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. He's trapped beneath her, head pressed against the back of the chair, forced to play along with her game.

"Do you want to be saved, darling?" she whispers, lips ghosting over his throat.

Felix growls low in his chest, his hands aching to grab her, to pull her down and devour her whole. But she has told him not to touch.

And he's trying—God, he's trying—to be good.

Jiah leans back slightly, her small angel wings fluttering with the motion. The soft fabric of her dress brushes against his skin, the beading on her bodice shimmering like a halo as she smiles down at him—sweet, teasing, dangerous.

"Poor thing," she coos, tilting his chin up with a single finger. "You've been so patient for me."

Felix clenches his jaw.

"But don't worry," she purrs, leaning in closer, her lips just barely brushing against his own. "Your angel is here to save you."

Felix's fingers twitch. Jiah giggles, completely in control.

"Do you want me to relieve your agony, baby?" She whispers against his mouth.

Felix exhales sharply. Jiah hums in satisfaction, shifting in his lap, pressing herself against him in a way that makes his self-control shatter at the edges.

"All you have to do is ask," she breathes, her fingers threading through his hair. "Beg me to save you, Felix."

Felix stills. A slow, dangerous heat crawls up his spine. Jiah doesn't seem to notice—too lost in her game, too drunk on the power she thinks she has.

"Come on, darling," she murmurs, voice dripping with sinful innocence. "Say it—'please, dear angel, have mercy on me.'"

Something inside Felix snaps. In one fluid motion, he moves. Jiah barely has time to gasp before she is thrown off his lap, her back hitting the mattress as Felix hovers over her, caging her in beneath him.

"F—Felix," she stammers, her confidence momentarily faltering.

Felix smirks, his eyes dark with hunger, with pent-up vengeance.

"What's wrong, angel?" He murmurs mockingly, his voice a low, rumbling threat. "You said you'd save me."

Felix leans down, lips grazing the shell of her ear. "I'm just getting ready to be saved."

A full-body shiver wracks through her.

Before she can react, Felix's hands are on her, gripping her thighs, her waist, sliding over every inch of exposed skin that he has been denied for far too long.

Jiah squirms, trying to regain her composure. "H-Hey, I'm still in control here—"

Felix laughs. A deep, wicked sound that sends a sharp thrill through her spine.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice laced with dark amusement, "Not anymore."

Jiah gasps as Felix presses into her, pinning her down completely, his weight pressing her into the bed, his grip possessive and unyielding.

"You wanted to tease me, hmm?" He whispers, his hands everywhere, fingers tracing over the delicate curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist. "You wanted to make me suffer?"

Jiah bites her lip, trying to keep from whimpering. Felix smirks.

"Oh, angel," he coos, pressing a slow, torturous kiss to her throat. "I'm about to show you what it is to suffer."

Jiah's breath hitches as Felix's mouth trails downward, his touch growing heavier, his pace deliberate, slow, merciless. She shivers beneath him, her body arching instinctively, chasing more.

But Felix only chuckles, pulling away. Jiah whines. Felix hums, dragging his fingers agonizingly down her stomach, stopping just before where she needs him most.

"What's wrong?" He muses, "You look so needy, angel."

Jiah clenches her jaw, trying to keep control. Felix grins, sensing her resistance. And then he teases her.

Everywhere. Everywhere except where she needs him.

His hands, his lips, his breath—all of it is driving her into madness, keeping her on the edge but never letting her fall. Jiah whimpers, her head tossing against the pillows.

Felix smirks. "There it is," he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction, "There's my desperate little angel."

Jiah glares up at him, panting, "I—I am not—"

But Felix cuts her off, pressing his lips to her ear, "Then why," he whispers darkly, "Are you trembling for me?"

Jiah shudders, heat flooding her body. Felix laughs softly, dragging his tongue along her pulse point, his hands gripping her hips—his thumbs digging into her skin.

Jiah's head spins. She's losing. Felix is winning. And she hates how much she loves it.

Her pride flares—one last, desperate attempt to salvage control. "Y-You're still—ah—still just a mortal—"

Felix growls, his grip tightening. "Oh, angel," he chuckles, dark and dangerous. "We both know who holds all the power now."

Jiah gasps when he bites her strongly, her hands fisting into the sheets. Her pupils are blown, her body quivering beneath him. Felix grins, his satisfaction practically dripping from his expression.

He has her exactly where he wants.

Jiah, his once-smug little angel, now lies trembling beneath him, her body burning with frustration, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. Her confidence is cracking, her composure fading, and Felix can see it in the way she clenches the sheets beneath her fingers, how her thighs press together in desperate search for relief.

But he isn't going to give it to her. Not yet.

He traces a slow, taunting finger along the side of her cheek, tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Poor little angel," he murmurs, voice laced with dark amusement, "You thought you could tease me all day, drive me insane, make me suffer—without consequences?"

Jiah swallows hard, her lips parting as if to argue, but Felix only smirks.

"You're a sinner, Jiah," he continues, his tone almost reverent. "You taunted me. Provoked me. Got me in trouble at work. And worst of all—" his grip tightens, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "You touched yourself before I could get here."

Jiah lets out a soft whimper, her body shivering under the weight of his words.

Felix hums, tilting his head. "And what happens to sinners, angel?"

Jiah bites her lip, eyes flickering with defiance—just a flash, a last-ditch effort to hold onto control. Felix chuckles.

"Come on," he murmurs, dragging his mouth along her jaw, "Confess. Repent."

Jiah exhales shakily, "Felix—"

"Tell me what you did," he orders, leaving no room for argument.

Jiah's breath is uneven. "I..." she swallows, "I teased you."

Felix hums, waiting.

"I... distracted you at work."

"Good girl," he praises, his fingers sliding lower, making her writhe at the lack of contact where she wants it most. "And?"

Jiah's face flushes deep red. "I—I touched myself before you got here."

Felix lets out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with authority. "That's right," he murmurs, "You were impatient. Greedy. You didn't wait for me like an angel should."

Jiah whimpers. "I—I won't do it again, I swear—"

Felix clicks his tongue. "Oh, angel," he murmurs, "That's not nearly enough."

She tenses.

"You need to do better if you want my forgiveness."

Jiah swallows, her body trembling as she realizes just how deep she has fallen into his game.

Felix sits back slightly, watching her, completely in control. Then, slowly, deliberately, he traces a finger along her jaw before pressing a thumb against her lips.

"Open your mouth," he orders.

Jiah obeys immediately, parting her lips, her pupils blown wide.

Felix smirks darkly.

"Now," he murmurs, his voice lethal. "Be a good little angel—and repent properly."

Felix shifts closer, his breath heavy, the weight of control thrumming through his veins. His fingers work quickly, pushing down the waistband of his pants, releasing his aching length. The moment he does, he wastes no time, guiding himself straight to Jiah's parted lips.

Jiah barely has time to inhale before he presses inside, his cock sliding in, filling her mouth in one deep, deliberate stroke.

A shudder runs through Felix as the warmth of her tongue envelopes him, her soft lips stretching around his girth. His fingers immediately tangle into her short hair, gripping it just enough to make her gasp, sending delicious vibrations straight through him.

A slow, delighted hiss slips from his lips. "So warm," he groans, tilting his head back slightly. "So fucking soft."

Jiah whimpers around him, her hands instinctively gripping his thighs for support.

Felix exhales sharply, holding her steady by her hair as he begins to move—slowly at first, savoring the feeling, letting the slick heat of her mouth drive him further into madness.

Jiah's lashes flutter before she closes her eyes, her throat relaxing as he slides deeper. When a soft moan vibrates around him, Felix feels it—every tremor, every ounce of pleasure coiling deep in his core.

His breath stutters. "That's it, angel," he groans, voice thick with pleasure, "Show me how you worship."

The pace quickens, his hips rolling forward, pushing deeper into her throat. Jiah lets out a choked sound, her fingers digging into his thighs as she struggles to keep up, to breathe, to take what he's giving her.

Her throat constricts around him, and Felix feels her gag—feels the way she trembles, her body fighting the intrusion even as she tries to submit. He loves it.

He pulls back slightly, giving her a moment to recover—but only a moment.

"Look at me."

Jiah's eyes flutter open, still wet from the effort, her irises dark and glassy. Her angelic makeup is smudging, her cheeks streaked with faint tears, her lips already swollen and slick with him.

Felix grins. Licking his lips, he traces a single finger down her cheek—tender, almost reverent, as if he isn't about to ruin her completely.

"This is what you deserve," he murmurs, "So you'll take it like the good angel you are, won't you?"

Jiah nods weakly, her breath uneven. Felix's smirk widens. Then, without warning—he thrusts deep, hitting the back of her throat.

Jiah gags, her whole body jolting, her hands gripping his thighs for stability. But Felix doesn't let up. He holds her there, his grip firm in her hair, keeping her in place as he thrusts in and out at a relentless pace.

Jiah squeezes her eyes shut, trying to breathe through her nose, trying to keep up as he uses her mouth exactly how he pleases. Every time she moans around him, Felix's muscles tense, the pleasure sharpening with every wet, obscene sound that echoes in the room.

"Fuck," he groans, his head tilting back, fingers tightening in her hair, "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

His movements become rougher, more desperate. He can feel it building, the heat in his gut, the sharp edge of release creeping up too fast.

With a deep, shuddering moan, Felix cums, spilling down her throat in thick, hot pulses. His whole body trembles with the force of it, aftershocks rippling through him as he stays buried in her mouth, his breath ragged.

Jiah whimpers beneath him, throat working as she struggles to take all of him. Slowly—so slowly—Felix pulls out, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop.

Before she can move, his hand is at her chin, fingers pressing gently over her mouth. "Swallow," he whispers, his eyes burning into hers.

Jiah blinks up at him, her cheeks damp with tears, her body still trembling. Then—she obeys.

Felix watches as her throat bobs, watches as she takes every last drop just as he commanded. A satisfied grin stretches across his lips as he wipes away the stray tear rolling down her cheek.

"Such a perfect little angel," he murmurs, his voice softer now, laced with something almost affectionate.

Jiah lets out a shaky breath, her chest heaving. Felix presses a slow kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin—

"You showed me you repent for your sins," he murmurs, tracing soft patterns over her jaw. "So now... I can give you a blessing."

A breathy whimper leaves Jiah's lips.

Felix chuckles, shifting on the bed, adjusting their position. His kisses turn delicate, worshipping, trailing down her body, lips ghosting over her skin, tasting every inch of her like she's something holy.

By the time he reaches her chest, she's already squirming, her body over-sensitive and aching. Felix takes his time, sucking gently on each nipple, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive buds just to hear the little gasps she tries to suppress.

Then—finally—his hand slips between her legs. And fuck, she's soaked.

Felix groans at the feeling, at the way the little band of pearls nestled between her folds is already drenched. He presses his fingers over them, rolling the beads against her swollen clit, making her whole body jolt.

She whines, angling her hips, chasing his touch, desperate for more.

Felix smirks. "Did you cum earlier?" he asks, voice quiet, teasing.

Jiah's breath hitches as she shakes her head, looking up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.

Felix's grin widens. "Good."

His fingers move deliberately, running along the slick pearls, pushing them deeper, making Jiah's thighs tremble. A choked moan escapes her lips.

Felix hums, tilting his head. "Does it feel good, angel?"

Jiah whimpers. "Lix," she gasps, her voice wrecked.

She moans loudly, body arching as he picks up the pace, fingers working her closer and closer, teasing her until she's completely undone beneath him.

The pleasure builds fast, winding tight in her stomach, coiling, tightening, begging for release—

And then—

She breaks.

Jiah cums with a sharp, shuddering cry, her whole body trembling as she soaks the pearls between her thighs. Felix grins, watching her fall apart beneath him, completely at his mercy.

And he thinks—

She had wanted to be an angel tonight.

But after this?

She'll only ever be a dirty sinner for him.

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Felix traces absentminded circles on Jiah's bare back, his fingers feather-light, a stark contrast to the way he had held her earlier. Their bodies are tangled beneath the sheets, the heat between them finally settling into something warm, steady, and safe.

For a while, neither of them speak—just basking in the lingering haze of pleasure, the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing syncing in perfect harmony.

Then, Felix shifts slightly, tilting his head down to look at her. His brows furrow ever so slightly, and his voice comes out soft, tinged with concern.

"...You okay?"

Jiah blinks up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden gentleness in his tone. But then, a slow, satisfied smile curls on her lips.

"Yeah. I loved every second of it," she murmurs, her voice filled with honest affection.

Felix exhales, visibly relieved, his hold on her tightening as he presses a slow, tender kiss to the crown of her head. "Good," he whispers, "Didn't want to be too much."

Jiah hums, snuggling closer. "You were perfect."

Felix smiles against her hair, but before he can say anything else, she tilts her head up, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Did you actually get in trouble at work?"

Felix groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Oh, so much."

Jiah gasps. "Oh no—"

Felix grumbles dramatically. "Everyone was pissed at me. Everyone. I kept missing my cues, messing up my timing—at one point, I just straight-up froze in the middle of a move because you sent me that damn voice note."

Jiah bursts into laughter.

Felix shoots her a glare, but there is no real heat behind it. "You think this is funny?"

"I think this is hilarious," she grins, barely able to contain her amusement. "God, I wish I could've seen it."

Felix huffs. "Han did see it. And trust me, he will not let me live it down."

Jiah bites her lip, trying—but failing—to stifle another giggle. "I mean... I am sorry. Kind of."

Felix squints at her. "That didn't sound very convincing."

Jiah presses a soft kiss to his jaw. "I'll make it up to you," she promises, her lips lingering just a moment longer.

Felix sighs, already forgiving her completely. After a beat, his gaze softens, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric of her costume where it has bunched up against her waist.

"By the way," he murmurs, his voice gentler now, "Your sewing skills are insane. The detail on this costume? Fucking unreal."

Jiah beams, "You really liked it?"

Felix nods, "Loved it." A playful smirk tugs at his lips, "Hope I didn't ruin it, though..."

Jiah chuckles, stretching slightly beneath him. "Mmm, it's a little wrinkled... probably needs some repairs... but don't worry," she smiles up at him, teasing but full of promise, "I'll wear it again for you sometime."

Felix's expression darkens just slightly, his fingers tightening against her skin. "You better."

Jiah giggles, pressing closer to him, "And maybe..." she muses, "I'll make some more."

Felix raises a brow, "More?"

She bites her lip, grinning, "More costumes. You know. For future plays."

Felix's breath hitches, his body immediately tensing with anticipation.

Jiah laughs.

"Relax," she teases, nudging his nose with hers, "You just had your fun."

Felix huffs, pulling her flush against him, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Yeah, well," he whispers, his voice low and filled with promise, "Next time... I won't be so patient."

Jiah shivers, tucking herself closer into his warmth. She has a feeling she'll love whatever he has planned. But for now—wrapped in his arms, skin still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure—she's perfectly content.

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This is kind of mid. But if you follow me on Insta you know I've been dealing with a bunch of allergies lately so my brain has sort of melted. Sorry about that