Kristen Corpse Bitch!

Y/N stared at the envelope like it might explode.

Inside: a neatly folded NDA. Printed on expensive letterhead. Slightly perfumed.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

What the actual hell?

“Wait. Hold on,” she muttered, turning the paper upside down as if that would explain anything. “How the fuck do they know where I live?”

The line that stood out in bold made her left eye twitch:

“I, Y/N, Y/L/N, will not disclose any sexual activity involving Lee Yongbok (Felix) to the public or press, nor will I claim pregnancy, blackmail, or pursue emotional distress charges—”

“WHAT?!” she practically screeched. “God forbid a girl gets railed once.”

She slapped the letter on the table.

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Meanwhile, backstage:

“You sent her a fucking NDA?!”

Felix’s voice cracked as he stormed after Chan, nearly knocking over a stack of mic stands.

Chan didn’t even look back. “Yup. You’re welcome.”

“Are you insane?! That’s so invasive!”

“What’s invasive is your dick being anywhere near a fan backstage without security clearance and a legal safety net!”

Felix ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You tracked down her address?! That’s—what the hell, hyung?!”

“Calm down. Legal already had it from the guest list. She got pit access, remember?”

“Hyung—”

“You rawdogged a fangirl backstage without a damn NDA? Are you mentally okay?”

“You do that all the time!”

“Yes, but I do it responsibly. Jesus Christ, Felix, we’re not at a frat party!”

Hyunjin wandered past, sipping his iced Americano. “She was hot though. Saw her rushing back to the crowd—.”

Felix whipped around. “Why were you looking at her?!”

Hyunjin smirked. “I’m sorry, is she your girlfriend now?”

“She’s a Hyunjin stan,” Leeknow chimed in as he passed, grinning. “He’s mad she didn’t look his way.”

“Ah, ah, ah, Yongbok,” Hyunjin teased. “Are you fucking my fans now?”

Felix threw his hands up. “Oh, for fuck’s sake—”

He turned away from all of them, reaching into his pocket to check his phone.

Nothing.

No text. No message. No call.

Just the glaring silence of a girl who probably thought he handed her a legal threat instead of a thank-you.

He sighed.

“God. What a shit week.”

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After soundcheck — Felix’s phone buzzes.

Unknown number:

> Why did I get a legal threat in the mail?? Also, how do you even have my address?

He stopped mid-step in the hallway.

Unknown number:

> Hello??? You raw me backstage and then your team sends me a fucking NDA? What is wrong with you people

Felix’s heart dropped.

He knew who it was.

Even without a name.

Even with the accusatory tone and absolute chaos in those two texts — it was her.

He stared at the screen for a second too long, jaw clenched. His ears were still ringing from the in-ear monitors, and now his entire brain was ringing from regret.

He replied:

Felix:

I didn’t send the NDA.

That was Chan. I didn’t even know he did it until this morning.

Dot dot dot. He watched the typing bubble pop up. Disappear. Pop up again.

Unknown number:

> So he just… tracked me down?? Is that normal for you guys?

Felix:

No. It’s not. He was trying to cover my ass, not scare you.

Felix:

I’m sorry.

A long pause.

He sat down on a road case by the back curtain, thumb hovering over his phone, unsure if she’d ghost him now that damage control was officially in motion.

Then—

Unknown number:

> I don’t even regret it. Just so you know. It was good. Stupid of me? Yes. But good.

His breath caught.

Then his lips twitched.

He leaned back against the wall and typed, this time slower:

Felix:

You’re in town, right?

Felix:

We have a second show tonight. Backstage pass is yours if you want it.

Dot dot dot.

Typing.

Not typing.

Typing again.

Unknown number:

> You inviting me to your dressing room so I can sign the NDA in person?

Felix:

I’ll make you sign that one.

And a second one after I’m done with you.

Could use some stress relief before we fly out.

Message delivered.

And now he waited.

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God, she felt ridiculous.

Phone and bag in one hand, the wrinkled NDA in the other — like a girl handing in homework.

She approached the back entrance slowly, platform boots echoing on the pavement, her thighs already chafing under the too-short hem of her baby blue dress — the one that looked innocent until you actually saw it on her.

Every few seconds she tugged it down, as if that would magically stop it from riding up over her ass.

The security guard looked her over — not in a creepy way. Just… confirming.

She forced a sweet smile.

The NDA fluttered slightly in her grip as she held it up like some weird sex voucher.

“Miss Y/L/N?” the guard asked, already muttering something into his earpiece before she could answer.

She just nodded.

“Come with me.”

She followed.

Her boots squeaked with every step, her heart pounding louder than the distant bass from the stage. They passed a series of heavy doors, most of them unmarked.

But then—

STRAY KIDS ONLY.

The guard opened it.

“Sit down and wait for him,” he muttered. “They’re still on stage.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

The door shut behind her.

She was alone.

The room was dimly lit, warm, and smelled like cologne and instant ramen. It was… personal. A jacket thrown over a chair. A half-drunk energy drink. Her eyes landed on a lonely ramen cup with a note stuck to it:

“HYUNJIN’S. DO NOT TOUCH.”

She smiled a little. Of course.

Then—

The door creaked open behind her.

She turned around—

And froze.

There he was.

Felix.

Hair dripping.

Tank top plastered to his chest.

Neck glistening with sweat and leftover stage water, skin glowing under the dressing room lights like he was carved out of something unholy.

He tugged his cap off, letting his soaked blond hair fall loose, then ran both hands through it, pushing it back from his face.

“Did you wait long?” he asked, voice low, deep — that signature rasp post-show.

She opened her mouth. Closed it again.

“No, I just got here,” she managed. Her voice sounded way too breathy.

He nodded, barely reacting, and walked right past her. Like he didn’t know the mess he’d just made of her insides.

She turned, dumbfounded, watching his back.

Then he looked over his shoulder and smirked.

“Follow me, sweetheart.”

She followed him.

Like a puppy.

God.

What had she turned into?

Felix opened another door, leading them down a quiet hallway. His strides were confident, calm, and she couldn’t stop staring at the way his wet shirt clung to his back, the soft drip of water still trailing down his arms.

The third door he opened led into a more private room — clearly his personal dressing space.

Smaller. Quieter.

More dangerous.

She stepped inside, and he didn’t say a word as he grabbed a water bottle and took a few deep sips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank, then he turned to her, eyes glinting.

He held the bottle out.

“Thirsty?”

She shook her head. “No.”

But her voice was breathless. And they both heard it.

His gaze dropped — slowly, hungrily — down to her cleavage, barely covered by the low neckline of her dress.

Then lower.

Legs. Thighs. The hem riding up every time she shifted.

He stepped forward, curled his fingers around the tiny strap of her purse, and pulled her in like it was a leash.

“Why so shy all of a sudden, pretty girl?” he murmured. “Didn’t seem shy in your texts.”

She swallowed. “Where… where are the others?”

Felix plucked the purse from her hand, took her phone and the NDA along with it, and set them all on the counter beside him.

“Not here.”

He leaned in, voice gravelly at her ear.

“You gonna let me fuck you?”

She nodded. No hesitation.

Her hands slid up his chest, greedy now, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles under the damp shirt.

“You look pretty today,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Got all dressed up for me? Or did you have somewhere else to go after this?”

She looked up at him, lips parting. “No… I dressed up for you. Blue’s your favorite color. I looked it up.”

That made him smirk — just before his lips found her neck.

“Good girl.”

His hands gripped the back of her thighs and ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer. The dress rode up shamelessly, bunching at her waist while he ground against her — hard and getting harder.

“Need this so bad, sweetheart,” he groaned, rutting his hips slowly. “Fuck, you don’t know how stressful these shows are.”

“I’m here for you, Felix,” she whispered, melting into him.

One hand slid to her chest, pulling the neckline aside. No bra. He let out a soft, filthy sound as he traced her nipple with his thumb, then dipped his head to suck at the sensitive skin on her neck.

She gasped — her hand slipping between them, pressing against the thick bulge in his pants, rubbing gently.

He hissed.

His hands roamed lower again, squeezing her ass harder this time.

“You wore this tiny thing just so I’d lose my fucking mind, huh?”

He tugged the dress up even further.

Felix groaned low, like it was being ripped out of him.

“Fuck, don’t tease me,” he muttered, voice hot against her jaw as he pushed her back against the vanity table. “I’ve been hard since i walked in.”

She gasped as the edge of the table pressed against the backs of her thighs. His hands were everywhere now — up her waist, gripping her ribs, tugging the neckline of her dress down until her tits spilled out completely.

“No bra,” he whispered, eyes dark and amused. “Slutty little thing. You wanted me to appreciate these better than yesterday, didn’t you?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“I just wanted you.”

That made something snap.

Felix kissed her — hard, messy, full of tongue — while one hand slipped between her thighs and pushed them apart. His fingers dragged up the heat between her legs, over the soaked fabric of her panties.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling away. “You’re dripping.”

“I thought about you all day,” she admitted, nearly trembling.

He growled, low and dangerous. “Then show me.”

And just like that, he stepped back and dragged her down to her knees, one hand in her hair, the other unfastening his belt like he’d been waiting all night.

She looked up, heart hammering, breath shaky.

The first time, it had been fast. She’d been too dazed to really see anything — just felt him inside her, splitting her open.

But now?

Now, she saw everything.

He freed himself with a single flick of his wrist, and her eyes widened.

Jesus Christ.

He was thick and heavy, tip flushed and glistening, veins running the length like something carved out of marbel. The kind of cock that made bad decisions worth it.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, before she could stop herself.

Felix smirked, fingers tightening in her hair. “You didn’t get a good look last time, huh?”

She shook her head slowly, lip caught between her teeth.

“Well,” he murmured, guiding her forward, “take your time.”

She wrapped one trembling hand around him, trying to gauge how much she could fit in her mouth — and honestly, the math wasn’t mathing.

Still, she leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, her tongue tracing the curve of a vein. The taste of him made her moan — an honest, desperate sound that vibrated against him.

“Fuuuck,” Felix hissed, hips twitching.

Emboldened, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently, swirling her tongue. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take yet — which, frankly, was a lot.

He looked down at her like he could come from the sight alone.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he groaned. “Mouth full of cock… fuck.”

She moaned again, louder this time, as she took more — let herself choke just a little on the stretch, eyes watering as spit dripped from the corners of her mouth.

Her mascara was probably a mess. She didn’t care.

Felix looked wrecked — head tilted back, lips parted, chest rising like he was barely holding on.

“Shit, baby, just like that—don’t stop—”

She sucked harder, hands gripping his thighs now, cheeks hollowing with every bob of her head.

And just when he was starting to tremble, just when her throat was getting used to it—

He pulled her off with a wet, obscene pop, chest heaving.

“Enough,” he growled. “Get the fuck up here.”

He manhandled her up, kissed her like he was trying to devour her, then spun her around and bent her over the vanity.

Her eyes met her reflection. Lips red. Chest heaving. Hair wild.

He tugged her dress all the way up, revealing her soaked panties — then pulled them aside and slid two fingers into her without warning.

She cried out, gripping the table edge.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Let me open you up, sweetheart…”

He fucked her with his fingers, slow but deep, watching her fall apart in the mirror. When she whimpered, he kissed her neck and said:

“You’re mine tonight. All mine.”

Then — he reached for her phone on the vanity to move it aside.

Paused.

There it was.

In the clear case, wedged behind the phone.

Hyunjin. Smiling.

His entire body went still.

Then — smirk.

He leaned into her ear, voice suddenly darker.

“Thought you said you were mine.”

“I am,” she whimpered.

“Then why,” he murmured, slowly pulling his fingers out of her, “do you have him in your fucking phone case?”

She turned, dazed. “Felix— I swear I—”

He didn’t let her finish.

He picked her up — effortlessly — and threw her onto the black leather couch across the room.

He didn’t waste a second before flipping her.

He yanked her dress higher, exposing the curve of her ass and the slick between her thighs, and pulled her to her knees so her chest pressed into the backrest.

The position was filthy. Animalistic. Her knees were spread wide, back arched, her face turned slightly just enough to see their reflection in the mirror across the room.

“You think you can fuck me once and leave me with a Hyunjin photo in your damn phone case?” he growled.

Before she could answer, he pushed into her in one smooth, punishing stroke.

Her cry was instant—half shock, half pleasure—fingers clawing at the leather as he bottomed out with zero patience.

Felix leaned forward, mouth brushing her ear. “No words now? This Pussy missed me so much tho….”

She tried. Failed. Her reply was only a high-pitched moan as he started to thrust—slow, then brutal.

Each snap of his hips had her jolting forward, tits rubbing against the cushion with every bounce. The wet sounds between them were unforgivable.

“You think about him while I’m fucking you?” he muttered. “That what the picture’s for?”

“N-No—” she gasped.

“Then why,” he hissed, gripping her throat from behind just to hold her still, “is he the one smiling behind your phone and not me?”

The door opened.

They didn’t hear it.

They were too loud, too wrapped in the obscene rhythm of skin and breath and growling need.

But Felix noticed.

His eyes flicked up, looked to the Mirror —and didn’t stop moving.

Hyunjin stood in the doorway.

Frozen.

One brow raised. Eyes wide. His lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe it—and yet couldn’t look away.

Felix didn’t miss a beat. In fact, he slowed down, his thrusts deeper now, as he looked at him with a smirk.

“Close the door,” he said, never stopping. “Or watch.”

Hyunjin blinked. “What—?”

“You caught your little fangirl in the act,” Felix said, hand tangling in her hair and tugging her head up. “She still yours, or is she mine now?”

Hyunjin’s eyes dropped.

Her dress bunched at her waist, her panties long gone, and her body trembling with every punishing thrust from behind. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy. He watched her Tits bounce.

Felix leaned in, lips grazing her cheek. “Tell him.”

She whimpered, panicking at the intensity. “F-Felix—”

He slapped her ass, hard.

“Say it.”

Her eyes darted to the mirror, locking on Hyunjin’s stunned expression.

Then she broke.

“You—” she choked out. “Felix is better.”

Felix grinned.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

He shoved deeper, hips meeting her ass with a loud slap that echoed in the room.

Hyunjin chuckled. “You broke my Heart pretty girl”

Felix laughed as the door closed again, a quiet click of retreating footsteps behind it.

Silence fell.

Only the sound of her ragged breathing and his cock dragging in and out of her, wet and obscene.

Felix gripped her hips tighter and really fucked her now—rough, fast, using every inch like he was punishing her.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he panted, biting her shoulder. “Being watched.”

She moaned so loud it could’ve been a confession.

Felix groaned. “You’re fucking mine.”

He drove into her so hard the couch shifted.

“Say it again.”

“You’re better,” she gasped. “You’re so much better. Love your Dick so much. ”

He buried himself deep, held still, and moaned—head dropping to her back as he filled her completely.

They stayed like that—panting, pulsing, trembling—until his breath slowed and his body softened slightly behind her.

Felix pulled out slowly, breath still ragged, heart pounding like he’d just run another encore on stage.

He caught her before she slumped forward, strong arms scooping her gently into his lap. Her legs curled around him instinctively, cheek resting against his shoulder, breath warm on his skin.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, rocking them softly. “I got you.”

His voice had changed completely — no more growls, no filthy teasing. Just that low, raw rasp full of something quieter. Protective. Adoring.

Her chest rose and fell against his, body still trembling from the aftershocks. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, forehead resting lightly against hers.

She was still catching her breath.

He didn’t rush her.

One hand slid up her back, under her dress, tracing soft circles across her spine. The other cradled the back of her neck, fingers curling in her hair.

“You okay?” he asked again, quieter this time. “I mean… really okay?”

She nodded against his collarbone. “Yeah. Just…”

Her voice was soft. Honest.

“…Overwhelmed. In the best way.”

Felix let out a shaky breath and smiled, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he murmured. “Didn’t mean to drag you into chaos like… day two of knowing me.I hope Hyunjin seeing us wasn’t too much……”

She laughed, dazed. “Yeah, well. You rawed me, then sent a legal contract to my apartment and fucked me infront of your Friend aka my bias before i met you….. We are a bit past normal first impressions, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t send it,” he groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Chan’s just… insane. I mean, smart. Legally smart. But insane.”

She smirked. “You really think I’m about to sue you for emotional distress?”

“I dunno,” he teased, voice lower again. “If I fucked you any better, maybe.”

She hit his chest — weakly. “Stop. You fucked me good…..”

He grinned, but his fingers didn’t stop stroking her back, calming her.

Then—

His tone shifted.

A little quieter. More vulnerable.

“…I trust you, you know.”

She looked up at him, startled by how open he suddenly looked. All flushed cheeks and soft lips and damp hair falling into his eyes.

His thumb brushed over her hip.

“You don’t have to sign that NDA if you don’t want to,” he said. “I mean it. I trust you not to pull some crazy shit. If you were gonna run your mouth, you’d have done it already.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the seriousness in his gaze.

“…You’re not worried?”

He shrugged, mouth twitching into a half-smile. “You’re the one with Hyunjin in your phone case. If anyone should be worried, it’s me.”

“Felix—”

He kissed her — quick and soft, just to shut her up.

Then he whispered:

“You wanna know what I am worried about?”

She nodded.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“That I’m gonna get on that plane tomorrow,” he murmured, “and regret not asking you to come.”

Her breath hitched.

“I don’t know what the fuck this is,” he admitted, hand sliding up to rest over her heart. “But I know I’ve been thinking about you since the second you left the first night.”

“…Felix—”

“So.” He pulled back enough to look her in the eye. “Wanna come with me?”

Her eyes widened.

“Come where?”

“On tour.”

She gawked at him.

“I’m serious,” he said, mouth twitching. “We’re doing many more cities. We’ve got a Crew. There’s space. Just say the word and you’re on that list.”

Her jaw dropped. “That’s insane.”

“So am I,” he said simply. “And I can’t let this pussy behind.”

She snorted — an actual, undignified laugh that made him beam.

“Felix!”

“What?” he grinned. “You think I’m just gonna nut and run? Nah. I’m spiritually attached now.”

She blinked at him, stunned into silence.

He leaned his forehead against hers again.

“Say yes,” he whispered.

“…What about the NDA?” she asked softly, teasing.

He kissed her once more — slow this time, full of that dangerous sweetness only he could get away with.

“I’ll burn it,” he said.

Then grinned.