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Midnight Cravings: Part One
Plot: Who knew deciding to bake brownies at midnight would lead you to a freckled stranger with the same idea.
-Part Two-
Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader
-Meet-Cute Series-
A/n: Same note as was on Yunhos meet-cute. I do not condone following a stranger to their apartment, especially in the middle of the night lol!
Warnings: One curse word towards the end, that's all I got lol
Words: 1.8k
If your friends knew what you were doing right now they would call you crazy. But, luckily you hadn't told them. Mostly because it was nearly midnight and they would all be asleep, much like you should be.
But you decided there was no point in lying in your bed staring at the ceiling if you knew you weren't going to fall asleep anyways. So, you might as well be making the one thing you've been craving all day.
So, you were now making your way through the small super market, donning comfy clothes and humming to yourself. You saw no other customers in the store apart from a middle aged man who looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep as he trudged through the aisles.
Finding the baking section, you started eyeing the shelves for the familiar box of brownie mix. You frowned as you notice large empty gaps in not only the cookie and cake sections, but the brownies as well. Spinning around, you wondered if they had been moved. So lost in thought, you had not noticed the new person coming down the aisle toward you.
Felix had only one thing in mind as he left his dorm at midnight. Brownies. He wasn't sure why he had been craving them so badly, but it was enough to drag him from the dorm and down the road.
The aisle shelves were unusually empty and he felt worry enter his gut.
Looking back towards the shelf, your eyes spotted a single box of brownie mix pushed back, almost hidden behind a bag of sugar. Your eyes lit up as you reached or it, but your whole body froze as your hands collided softly with someone else's hands.
You looked over, surprised, only to meet a pair of brown eyes, donning the same surprised expression as you.
Your hands both pulled away as awkward chuckles left both of you.
"Sorry" you said softly, feeling shy as you realized how attractive the stranger was.
He smiled brightly at you and you felt your heart flip.
"It's okay, no worries" Felix felt butterflies in his stomach as his eyes met yours, he had noticed someone else was in the aisle, but seeing you up close now, he felt stunned and shy. "You can take it" he smiled as he gestured at the box.
You were shocked at how deep, yet soft his voice was before you processed what he said.
"Oh no please, you take it! I can find something else!" you rebutted, not wanting to be selfish.
He waved his hands "No no please, I insist!"
You are about to refuse again before a soft laugh bubbled out, "I have a feeling this could go on for ages"
He laughed softly and nods his head "I assumed you must need it for something important, since you are here so late."
You gave him a sheepish smile and shook your head softly "No, I was just craving them."
He giggled and you almost swooned at how cute he was. "That's why I'm here too" he admitted.
You grinned at him and felt it very hard to tear your eyes away from his, as though you had been entranced by him. You thought it might be your overactive romantic side, but you thought you felt something sparking between you.
Finally pulling your eyes away you look around, not aware that he was still very much stuck staring at you.
He was feeling exactly what you were, but forcing himself to look away with a soft cough he looked around as well "I've never seen a baking section so empty."
You nodded in agreement but smiled at him, making his heart flip "I can make some from scratch."
As you reached out to grab some sugar, he reached out and took the bag before smiling almost playfully at you.
Grabbing the box of brownie mix he handed it to you "I can too."
You opened your mouth in bewilderment before you frowned "But then I'd feel guilty eating them, and that would ruin the fun of eating brownies at one in the morning"
Felix laughed "We could share?"
You rose your brow "Share a box of dry brownie mix?"
He shrugged "Or we could make them together and then share?" His eyes quickly widened after he said this "No, that was weird to suggest, forget it, sorry." He waved his hand as a shy and embarrassed look crossed his face.
You laughed before you squinted your eyes at him "I don't know, its kind of tempting
His eyes brightened a bit but he kept a playful gaze on his face "Is it?"
You put a more of a serious face on, "You don't understand the hold brownies have over me"
He let out a bubbly laugh, making you grin as you gripped the brownie mix against your chest shyly. When his eyes met yours again there was a softness behind them you felt you could trust.
"If it makes you feel better, I have roommates so I wouldn't murder you"
You widened your eyes a bit "Oh yeah that makes me feel loads better. Unless, your roommates with murders."
"We could go to yours then?" he suggested before he cringed "Sounded worse than I meant"
You chuckle, amused by his self awareness and bashfulness.
"It's okay. You seem, kind, and trustworthy. Besides, if you try to kill me, I think I could take you" you said in a joking yet challenging tone.
He rose his brow before he smiled brightly "I believe you" he reached out his hand "I'm Felix"
You smile softly as you shake his hand gently "Y/n"
You convinced yourself it was the lack of sleep that clouded your judgement as you now proudly smiled at the brownies baking in Felix's oven.
On no other day would you have even considered going to a strangers house at midnight to cook brownies. Yet here you were, smiling as Felix appeared beside you.
"How are they looking?"
"Perfect" you smiled "And just about ready."
Your voices were quite as you were aware of Felix's roommates sleeping in nearby rooms.
Felix padded over to the fridge "Milk" he said in a sing song voice and you giggled softly.
Even though you still felt the spark between you, you weren't sure what Felix felt. But either way, you knew you would be leaving tonight with a new friend. Or so you hoped.
About fifteen minutes later, you and Felix impatiently tried the still very hot brownies. He watched as you gingerly took a piece before blowing on it and eating it enthusiastically. His smile was bright as he couldn't help but think about how cute you looked.
All night, as you talked and laughed on your way from the store, while mixing the brownies, and now, he couldn't stop thinking you were perfect. Like something he could only dream of come to life. Never had he thought, going to the store at midnight would lead to this.
You wiggled happily and smiled at him. "Delicious"
Felix grinned at you, spotting a small spot of chocolate on the corner of your mouth. Without thinking, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb.
You froze as your heart pounded, Felix paused as he realized what he did. Your eyes locked, before a shy smile ghosted his lips.
Suddenly hearing footsteps, you both looked up like deer caught in headlights as another person appeared in the kitchen.
He was around the same age as you and Felix, donning bed head and a confused gaze. His eyes moved from Felix to you, and then to the brownies.
"I don't even want to know" he mumbled as he walked over to the sink and got himself a glass of water. Looking back, he eyed you before looking at Felix "You didn't kidnap them did you?"
You snorted a Felix's face dropped. "No Seungmin, I did not kidnap them"
He nodded once before he left the kitchen and you met Felix's eyes before you repressed a laugh.
"Why do I feel like if you did try to kill me he wouldn't bat an eye?"
Felix chuckled "As long as he didn't have to clean it up I guess."
After Felix told you about his other roommates, you couldn't help but think you would get along with all of them.
Suddenly, you found yourself yawning as the lack of sleep started to hit you. You looked at the clock and your eyes widened a bit, Felix followed your eyes and let out a soft chuckle.
"Three in the morning. Oops."
"I probably should go" you admitted with a chuckle.
Felix nodded "I think we should both try to sleep." As you began to rise Felix rose his hand "Hold on! Let me get you some brownies to take with you."
You smiled as you watched him move around the kitchen, smile on his face. Does he ever not smile, you wondered
Brownies now in hand, Felix walked you down to the road where your taxi was waiting.
Looking back at him you smiled, "This was fun! I mean, it was completely crazy and unhinged and my parents would kill me if I told them about it, but it was fun."
Felix laughed "I agree entirely."
He waved at you cheerfully as the taxi drove away and you waved gleefully back. You smiled to yourself as you looked down at the brownies. You may feel terrible tomorrow when you wake up after four hours of sleep, but you wouldn't regret it.
Felix watched the taxi drive off and he let out a soft sigh. Meeting you tonight was the last thing he expected to happen, but he couldn't be more glad it did.
Turning to walk back inside he muttered softly to himself "I should have told them to text me when they got home" he halted in his steps as he realized. He never got your number.
Looking back down the road, your taxi nowhere in sight he felt his chest tighten as regret filled him.
"Fuck" he spat out as he let out a disappointed sigh.
He stood there for a few more minutes, looking down the road, as if willing you to come back. Finally giving in, he let out one more sigh as he walked inside. His good mood now deflated as he feared he may never see you again. He would never forgive himself for this.
It wasn't until you home that you thought of something you did regret about tonight. And that was getting no way of contacting Felix. He hadn't asked for your number, and you didn't ask him. You didn't even know his address.
You sat at your kitchen counter, looking down at the brownies as you cursed yourself.
"What if I never see him again?" You let out a soft deflated groan as you pouted. "What if he was my soulmate and I just lost my chance with him?"
Trudging towards your bedroom, you continued to curse yourself for being so stupid. Thoughts of Felix, and if you'd ever see that bright freckled face ever again lulled you to sleep.
xx End xx
-Part Two-
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et tu?
sylvain, felix, dimitri x female reader
warnings: dubcon, potential noncon, manipulation, the guys use their pre-existing with reader-insert friendship as a means of coercion
The master bedroom plays host to a number of opulent furnishings. The massive bed, nestled up against the wall is the centerpiece with its veritable hill of assorted cushions and pillows. There’s a nightstand, a dresser, and you’re certain a number of other items that you can’t quite focus on at the moment. The lamp is the only source of light, gentle beams of gold dispersing into the dark of the room. It casts Sylvain’s handsome face in soft hues of pink and orange, his gaze tender and appraising as he holds you, hands so big on your hips.
“Sylvain, what are you—” you stutter, hands hovering hesitantly above his own.
“Just lay back, babe. We just wanna show you something,” he coos, his expression softening with sympathy as he coaxes you backwards. There’s nowhere else to move but up against Felix, the breadth of your vision taken up by Sylvain in that tight turtleneck. “C’mon. You know we’d never steer you wrong.” You’re suddenly frozen, in the moment, uncomprehending of what exactly they’re attempting to wheedle you into. The vaguest idea of it lingers in the back of your mind, but that surely can’t be the case. They wouldn’t want that from you. Surely not. Right?
Warily, you glance at Felix. Even though the room is dark, you recognize the twist of his typical frown as it loosens into something more neutral, more pleasant.
“It’ll feel good,” Felix insists quietly, all the edge gone from his voice. One of his hands, warm and calloused, settles atop your own, lacing your fingers together. The gesture, as chaste as it is, sends a rush of heat to your cheeks. He holds your hand as much as he pins it to the blankets. “Sylvain talks too much and he slacks off most of the time, but he wouldn’t lie to you about this.”
“Ouch. You know I’m capable of having my feelings hurt, right?” Sylvain cuts him off, expression watery and self-pitying.
“Your skin is as thick as your skull. You’ll be fine,” Felix says coolly. His grasp settles atop of Sylvain’s, holding you by the waist.
The redhead doesn’t answer. Instead, he looks back to you with genuine fondness. His lips curl into a soft, convincing smile—the very same one he’d worn not even an hour prior, when he was opening doors and pulling out chairs and carrying your bags for you, snatching them from your arms with the practiced precision of a bandit. Indulgent. Patient. It’s almost enough to set your rickety nerves at ease. “We’re just gonna play a little bit of a game together. It’ll be fun for all three of us. I promise.”
“He wouldn’t lie to you,” Felix repeats. His thumbs dip underneath the hem of your shirt. The feeling of raw skin on skin makes you tense and take a sharp inhale. It crosses a boundary—makes everything so much realer, all of the sudden. You worry your bottom lip as you finally, completely understand what they are offering, nervous gaze darting from Sylvain’s face to the door behind him.
They’re right, aren’t they? Felix and Sylvain, who have been your friends and looked after you since your first year of university, wouldn’t turn on you after sticking with you for this long.
“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing. “I believe you.”
“That’s my girl,” Sylvain praises, brightening instantly. His fingers spread, palms smoothing up your sides. He pulls your rumplied blouse upwards, exposing your stomach and chest to the open air—to his gaze which grows more fervent as he beholds your bare skin. “Just follow my lead, okay?” He urges you backwards in the same motion, until your back is flat against the covers. Felix shifts to lounge beside you with the languid demeanor of an idly interested panther.
It’s easier, you think, to just listen to what they have to say. The alcohol has muddied up your ability to think, edges of your mind loose and gooey as you try to grasp a foothold. It’s a wasted effort. All you get for your troubles is an ache behind your eyes.
“Sothis, you’re blitzed,” Sylvain murmurs under his breath, his expression tender as he urges your arms up. And then he kisses you. It’s a harsh cry from the coaxing tenderness he’d blandished you with thus far, lips hot and fervent up against your own. He’s everywhere, hands grasping at your sides, squeezing your breasts, fingers dancing over your chilled skin as your lips fumble against his in a clumsy balter. He swallows every little indiscernible noise you make, pressing you tight to Felix’s lap.
Your bra comes next, divested of the garment by Felix’s dexterous fingers. He has your upper body nestled against his lap for easy access to the fiddly straps. You wriggle in his lap, rubbing up against the growing tent in his trousers. He makes a choked little sound.
“Calm down,” he hisses, hands snaking around your back to grab the cups of your bra, yanking the garment down. You jerk in their hold, knocking loose from Sylvain’s seeking lips.
“I’m sorry,” you croak. Felix huffs exasperatedly, pushing your arms close so he can slip the straps over them.
“No, it’s fine—I wasn’t talking to you,” he mutters, quiet and close to your ear as he carelessly lobs to the side, landing with a dull thump.
You barely hear him as one of Sylvain’s massive hands cradles your jaw, urging your head to the side. Goosebumps spread across your skin, jolts of pleasure accompanying each kiss he trails down your throat. He noses at your skin, mapping out each lovely centimeter of your body with a devotedness only witnessed in knight’s oaths. He clings like he is loathe to part from you for even a moment. Your aimless hands fly to his shoulders as he finally presses his teeth to you, sucking hard at a patch of skin. His hot tongue laves over the spot, as if in apology. Your pulse thrums rapidly under each osculation, any objections you could have had swept under the wave of heady, hazy pleasure.
Felix’s hands on your chest remind you of his looming presence, squeezing each breast, rolling the weight of them in his palms.
“You’re so little,” Sylvain laughs breathlessly. “But these are so big.” He presses a quick kiss to the top of your chest. His hands cup your hips as he makes his way down your body. Your back arches as Felix squeezes your nipples between his fingers, pressing them into firm peaks. He pinches and pulls and idly toys with them until you’re at the point of tears—steady breaths shuddered into quick pants, desperate to take in all the air you can. He doesn’t let up, groping the bountiful flesh, admiring the way the fat of your breasts dimples between his fingers.
“You’re soft,” he says, when you look up at him through teary eyes. He settles on appreciative squeezes which slide into cruel pulls on your nipples—like he’s milking a fucking cow. A hot rush of humiliation rolls down your spine and straight to your pussy at the realization, cunt throbbing.
Sylvain rests his knees on the carpet, knelt before your thighs. Your thighs, which tremble and twitch with anticipation, pressing together in an instinctive, futile effort to spare you from the mortifying embarrassment of being fully open before him.
You’re sopping wet, every inch of your body hypertuned and hypersensitive. Your nerves pulse with each eager pinch and grope, your feet scrambling against the comforter as you struggle to get some sort of grasp on the situation.
“Open your legs,” Felix orders, voice a low rumble. The shape of something hard and pointed presses against your upper back. Even as discombobulated as you are, you can guess what it is.
“Nah, don’t sweat it,” Sylvain says, lips quirking into a smile. His large hands span across both of your thighs, pulling them apart with practiced ease. Your insides clutch at the unabashed display of strength. “Getting ‘em to open up like this is half the fun.” His filipancy strikes somewhere tender within you, pries through the veil of intoxication and makes your heart twist. That’s right. Sylvain has done this plenty of times with other women. There’s no telling how many there have been before you. A fresh wave of tears sting at the corners of your eyes, soaking your lashes.
“Don’t talk about me like you’re shucking an oyster,” you snap, voice the loudest it’s been all night. Your jaw clenches tight as you bring your hands up to rub at your eyes, swallowing down a sniffle.
“Awh, babe,” Sylvain croons, eyelids dipping at the sight of your tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. ” he murmurs, “Here, let me make it up to you.” but you don’t get a chance to answer before he’s slipping his fingers up against your wet folds, the pad of his thumb swirling over your untouched clit. Your hips jump with a yelp, eyes shutting tight, goosebumps spreading over your legs underneath his feather light ministrations. The tips of his fingers dance up and down your sodden slit before delving further inside, two of them pointedly circling your entrance as you gasp and sigh.
Your fingers uselessly grasp at the comforter, until one of them is seized by Felix. His calloused palm sits atop your own, fingers slotting between yours, keeping it pinned. All the while, his lips find home on the column of your neck. It’s more of a constant stream of touch than separate kisses, greedily mapping out the space with his mouth. Your head falls to the side as his sharp canines sink into another untouched stretch of skin. He does it again, and again, and again, a dozen pin pricks to make your cunt squeeze around nothing.
“That feel good, babe?” Sylvain asks, muffling a laugh on the plush of your thigh.
There’s nothing to do about it. Not when Sylvain crooks his fingers and pulls them back, not when he hits that special, spongey space inside of you that has you reeling. If the alcohol hadn’t already knocked the sense from you, Sylvain surely would have, with his fingers and his lips and his tongue curling over the hood of your clit.
“Sylvain!” you nearly sob, body tensing at the oncoming rush of heat. You can feel your climax on the back of your tongue, ecstasy rolling up and down your spine and rippling hot through your belly. He laps at you, sliding a third finger inside and scissoring, spreading you all the wider.
“Hold her down,” Sylvain gasps, pulling off of you for a mere moment. His pupils are blown wide and his lips are slick with you, but the embarrassment has hardly a moment to reach you before Felix is arching over your head, cursing as he plants his palms on either side of your hips. He holds you fast to the mattress, hard enough to ache. You come with a feeble yelp, pressing your back to Felix’s front as your hips jerk and jolt. Sylvain fucks you through the aftershocks of it, plays along your puffy folds until the pleasure begins to veer into pain, until your moans bleed into feeble whines. There is no mercy in the way his tongue presses against your clit and curls at your entrance, lapping up every last drop of your spend.
“Sylvain!” you cry. “Sylvain, please! I can’t—!” Your legs twitch, bottom half of your body spasming as you struggle in Felix’s hold. “No more!” Your moans become sobs and your eyes shut tight, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. A particularly hard smack of your heel into his spine jolts him. He settles backwards with a cruel laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.
“Alright. No more of that,” he concedes. “I think you’re warmed up enough for the main event.”
“The main event?” you ask, only half-listening. Your voice doesn’t even sound like you, anymore. It’s like you’ve been deflated, legs weak and body overwrought as your mind struggles to come to terms with what your body has been put through. This wasn’t the plan, when you went out tonight. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“You’ll be fine. This is the one thing he knows how to do right,” Felix murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. Sylvain’s cock stands tall and proud against his sculpted abdomen—thicker than his fingers and already drooling. A pale drop of pre-cum trails down its side, trailing over a particularly prominent vein. He shifts away from you, body arching to reach the nightstand. You don’t pay attention to what he does there. The addled haze borne of that intense pleasure is clearing, making way for the inevitable dread and realization of what is about to happen.
“It’s too big,” you murmur, scrambling against the silken sheets in a weak, fruitless effort to get away. It’s nigh impossible with Felix already tight around you, bare hands holding you fast against his strong thighs. “It’s not gonna fit—”
“It will. I made sure to get you nice ‘n ready for it,” Sylvain says, settling back over you with a bottle of what you can only assume to be lubricant in hand. You watch him miserably as he corks it open and drizzles it over his calloused fingers, curling them around his cock.
“No, it won’t,” You can’t watch, swallowing as you hear him give himself a few, cursory pumps, the sounds slick and wet. Felix groans behind you, strong hips bucking against your back.
“Stop moving!” he gasps, grasping you hard enough to bruise.
“It’s okay, baby.” Sylvain starts, bracing a hand on the mattress beside your chest. His fingers fan out across the downy fabric, thick muscle of his arm tensed. His pupils are blown wide, stray strands of red hair stuck up and out at odd angles. He levels her with a stare of undisguised, fervent adoration, a manic depth to his expression that no one else has ever quite beheld her with. Because Sylvain, despite the craven way he’s acted towards other women, cares about her. Because he genuinely likes her. Because they’re friends, aren’t they? She reminds herself with a shaky inhale. “You wouldn’t leave me hanging after I made you feel so good, right? A sweet girl like you?”
Of course you wouldn’t. You shudder as you go pliant in his arms, doing best to assuage the fear that’s forced your body taut. The voracious look in his eyes stands at odds with his expression, lines of his face soft with admiration. He basks in the sight of you, unraveling, like a cat basking in the morning sun, “I’m gonna go nice and,” Sylvain cuts himself off with a ruined, low noise as his tip slips inside. “Slow. And it’s gonna be so good for you, baby. I promise. I swear.”
His hands press the back of your thighs, forcing your spine to curve until your knees are pressed to your chest. You whine at the ache that accompanies the stretch, legs groaning in protest. It’s the forceful press of his cock within you that distracts you from that pain. You’re sure that you writhe and wriggle in protest, but all physical resistance is futile whilst you’re pinned underneath the Shield of Faerghas, his voice gentle in your ear as he tries to coax you into relaxing. You just feel so full, up to your stomach, no spot within you left untouched. The massive heft of his cock presses deeper than his fingers ever had. He presses up against every spot previously left unexplored, every rubbed raw nerve within you sparking with new pleasure.
You arch your back and moan, heart lurching into your throat.
“You’re doing well,” Felix praises. The upper half of you is writhing and turning, another shudder rolling down your spine as he gives both breasts a rather mean squeeze.
In the end, you fall flat against him, pinned to his lap by Sylvain’s arms and Sylvain’s cock and Sylvain’s much bigger body, bearing down upon you like Seiros arriving unto the mortal earth. That’s the last, coherent thought you’re able before he pries it from you along with the rest of your coherency. He doesn’t jackhammer you like you thought he might, instead he fucks you slow and deep, rippling muscle of his body reinforcing every single thrust. He weighs you down and forces you to remain present in the moment. Your toes curl and your hips rise to meet him—your wants discarded and blown to the wind in the face of your body’s animal desire.
“I knew you’d come around. You just didn’t know how bad you wanted it,” Sylvain’s voice is breathless, trembling with laughter that wounds you somewhere in your heart. The pain is momentary, a blip in the weave of your existence, overwhelmed and forgotten when his long fingers press up against your clit, rolling over the bundle of muscle with loving, artistful precision.
You… want this? Did you want this? Maybe you had. You can’t tell anymore; it’s so hard to think. Your hands clutch Sylvain’s broad shoulders, nails raking harsh red lines over his pale skin. The warm lamp light casts his sweat-slick skin in glimmering waves of orange and yellow, every muscle in his broad body rippling with the effort it takes to fuck you.
Felix’s hand—still gloved, slides from your chest to your stomach. You open your mouth in questioning, but all that tumbles out is a sobbing, desperate moan as he presses down onto Sylvain’s cock. The redhead’s pace stutters with a moan, his honey eyes glazed and his lips curled into a dopey smile as he looks at Felix above your head, ensuring to make eye contact before he resumes mercilessly ravaging you.
“Felix!” you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. A shaking hand curls feebly around his wrist, attempting to tug him away because oh god, it’s too much, it’s too fucking much—but he is strong and you are weak. All you get for your troubles is a slap to your inner thigh, the sudden violence making your head spin as the pain coalesces with the pleasure. In the face of all their combined dexterity and skill and strength, you can’t do anything but cum beneath him, orgasm hitting you in several succinct waves. Your walls spasm around his cock, the world shrinking down to only that bright series of mind melting sensations. He gasps, lips tucked right against your ear, shoving his hips home one last time to spray your warm walls with something hot, something wet and sticky.
The dark spots dancing at the edges of your vision blot out all there is to see, and your world zeroes in on the effort it takes to pull air in and out of your lungs, legs collapsing to the side as Sylvain slips away from you. In his absence, chills ripple across your damp skin, the space between your legs feeling wide and empty. A pitiful whimper pulls from your kiss-wet lips, hushed and worn as you try to fold yourself back into some semblance of a real human being.
“You did great. So good for me, babe,” The mattress dips at your side as Sylvain slips next to you, his eyelids lowering and his bangs sticking to his forehead. His hand feels like a chain as it settles atop your thigh, thumb rubbing at the twitching muscle. “Right, Felix?”
Up until this very moment, you’d forgotten Felix’s position behind you. So overwhelmed with scent and sensation, you even managed to ignore the obvious erection prodding at your shoulder through his thick trousers. Finally, he shifted from underneath your upper half, prompting you to gasp as you fell back onto the mattress. Mind still addled, the dark colors of the room blur and tumble around you, the lithe shape of him sliding off the bed for the lone purpose of shucking off his trousers. He steps out of them with feline grace, cock stood tall against the lean muscle of his abdomen. The tip of it already weeps, a droplet of pre-cum rolling down the side.
The light shifts over him as he makes his silent approach, beams of orange catching on his pale, limber thighs.
Ah, the thought strikes you with abrupt and startling clarity, he’s going to fuck you too. You whimper, the pitiful sound earning a tender coo from Sylvain. His hand pets your hair, fingers careful to avoid tugging on any knots.
“Shh, it’s alright baby,” Sylvain croons, a trail of wet kisses peppered up and down the side of your face. “Felix is gonna make you feel good, just like I did. You just have to lay back and relax, okay?” His hand sweeps down to your abdomen, searing warmth of his calloused palm settling over your lower stomach. “We had fun, didn’t we? This is just gonna be more of that. We’ll do all the work.” he asks against your temple.
“I—” you choke on your words as Felix mounts the bed, unceremonious and uncourteous in the way he grabs you and effortlessly manhandles you onto your back. Your cheek presses up against the silken sheets, your soaked pussy bared to his keen, amber gaze. Your face twists into a grimace as slick drips out of you and down your thighs, cool where it’s exposed to the night air.
“Sloppy,” Felix says quietly, and that’s all the warning you get before his hands spread your cheeks. “Did you have to make such a mess?”
“It’ll just let you slide in easier,” Sylvain retorts. “She grips you like a vice. I think I would’ve died if I pulled out.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he scoffs. Your fingers curl into the sheets as you feel the plush head of him press snuggly to your folds, kissing the outer rim of your entrance. You can’t help it. Your muscles lock up, the few minutes in between their attentions allowing everything wrong with the situation to come flooding back to you. At your side, Sylvain makes a sympathetic sound.
Felix’s hands move from your backside to your shoulders, dexterous fingers pressing to the knotted muscles of your back. You go still as death as his touch glides up alongside your spine, spreading his touch outwards, palms firmly massaging the back of each shoulder. You wince and whimper as the stubborn aches that’ve twisted there begin to loosen.
“Just breathe,” he murmurs, voice rumbling and husky in a way you’ve never quite associated with him before. The Felix you know is brash and blunt, unafraid to cut down those who overstep his boundaries or offend his at times terse sensibilities. He is notoriously unwilling to pull his punches or sugarcoat his verbal jabs, even with his closest friends or family.
He’s spoken softly to you once or twice. Once in the solace of the early dawn, when insomnia dragged you from your bed and the sleeplessness made you bold enough to text him. He’d picked you up from your little alcove of an apartment and spirited you to a diner a few blocks away. You can still recall the smooth leather upholstery of the seats and the unearthly, unperturbed blue of the sky before dawn. There’d been something so tranquil and liminal about existing underneath it, as blue as the buttons on one of Sylvain’s thrifted button downs.
He spoke to you so kindly, then, pried your problems and worries from your chapped lips with disarming tenderness and convinced you to return home with him. You’d felt out of place in his behemoth estate, intimidated and enveloped by the luxury. Ambling sleepily down those halls felt like floating, your fingers twisted up in the fabric of his coat. He’d let you cling, sent you to sleep in one of the many guest rooms with a stern huff.
He’s talking to you with that same voice, now. The hot press of his body over yours tears you from the memory. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, and tilts his hips forward, the tip of him rubbing against your sensitive walls. You’re exhausted, but your body pays no heed to your staunch lack of eagerness. It alights at the feel of him, laps up every inch and squeezes. So, so welcoming and so easy, still wet with Sylvain’s coveted spend.
Your eyes shut. You surrender yourself to the persistent press of him, whimper and sigh quietly until he’s perfectly sheathed. His lips grace over your pulse point, feathery kisses gifted unto your overheated skin. You feel full, again, cunt squeezing and twitching around him. He groans your name into your ear, nuzzles into the crook of your neck to leech onto the warmth there.
“I’m going to start moving,” he says. That’s all the warning you’re given before his cock slides out… and abruptly thrusts back in. All the weight of him piles behind that one, powerful stroke. The breath is knocked out of you, your body pushed flat onto the pillow and blankets. A sharp strike of pain alights the vulnerable space between your legs, voice coming out as a desperate howl. You’re too sensitive to do this again—but your body yields to him like you were made for it, plies you with hormones that leave you helpless and numbed.
He’s nothing like Sylvain, who coaxed and flattered you to orgasm with slow, powerful strokes. He all but plows you into the sheets, calloused fingers clutching your hips tight enough to bruise. You can’t help it. The sudden onset of adrenaline spurs you into struggling. Your fingers curl, hands shoving into the mattress as you try your very hardest to wriggle away from him, but his grip is tight and your limbs are jelly, left limp and helpless but to receive the things he makes you feel.
He snarls into your ear, teeth grazing your skin, hands greedily squeezing up and down your sides, chest pressing to your back—he’s everywhere at once, rutting into you like the monster he claims Dimitri to be.
And the thought of Dimitri, sudden and jarring, punches a small sob out of you. What would he think, if he saw you like this?
“Aww, don’t cry babe…” Sylvain coos in mock sympathy, barely loud enough to be heard over the rhythmic, rapid slapping of Felix’s hips to your ass.
“What’s… wrong?” Felix pants, voice breathy and rough. Where’s the Felix that took you out for pancakes and held your hand as he toured you around his estate, so worried that you’d stray from his side and get lost? Where’s the Felix who fumbles around his words because he cares about your feelings and doesn’t want to upset you?
You want to ask. You want to ask, so, so badly.
“She’s probably upset becauuuse,” Sylvain draws the word out, sanguine swoop of his voice amused and husky. You feel your face grow hot, the sound of his hand sliding across the blanket drowned out by your own noises and Felix’s frantic, stuttered panting. The tips of his fingers find your clit, teasing it with delicate strokes. “You’re not touching her where she likes it most.” His lips curl into a knowing smirk as your glassy eyes shut tight, lips parting around another moan. “There we go. That’s better, right? Forgive Felix, he’s kinda new at this whole thing.”
Your eyes open just in time to see him offer a vague shrug at the two of you, his gaze appreciatively roaming up and down your bodies, lingering where you’re joined. What does he mean by ‘this whole thing’, you have to wonder. At—at sex? It can’t be anything else, but it just feels inexplicably wrong to call it that. ‘Sex’ is between two people who love each other—you don’t even know what the three of you are, anymore. And Felix hammering relentlessly at your most sensitive places makes it impossible to search or ask for an answer.
“Some of us,” Felix’s gasps, voice lacking its usual animosity. “Do our jobs, Sylvain. We can’t all—” You can hardly believe it. Are they bickering? Now, of all times?
Sylvain’s fingers press hard on your clit. There’s no room to escape from the ecstasy that stutters through you, laps at your limbs like riptide. Incredulousness at their petty banter dissolves, words dying on your tongue as he touches you. Your overwrought body cums again, watery and pathetic, filtering the blinding oversensitivity into something sweet and palatable.
Above you, Felix plants his teeth into the crook of your neck and bites, muffling a groan as he spills inside of you. Thick ropes of his cum paint your trembling walls, the excess dripping out of you and dropping onto the sheets. The sting of the bite makes you flail and cry out anew, attempting to twist the top half of your body away from his clenched jaw. Amidst your floundering, your shoulder knocks him in the nose, jolting him from his daze.
His grip vanishes, leaving you to fall back unto the plush comforter. You make an undignified and surprised sound, forearms bracing against the mattress. Your legs shake, the ache that’d built between them slowly spreading to the rest of your body. The fatigue seizes you near immediately, words turning to ash on your tongue as you crumple. Your cheek presses against the cool plush of the comforter, finding shelter in the empty dark between consciousness and sleep.
The momentary peace is shattered when a warm arm coils around your waist, effortlessly rolling you over. You tumble with a surprised squeal, manipulated with infuriating ease into Sylvain’s embrace. His eyelids have dipped low, gaze gone caliginous with wicked desire and ardent adoration. There is nowhere to find shelter from him—and despairingly you wonder why you would want to, when he’s been nothing but so kind to you for all these years. Sylvain, who walks you home from class in the dark to ensure your safety. Sylvain, who responds to your texts no matter what time of night it is. Sylvain, who looks at you like he loves you.
Your heart clenches in your chest, surrendering to his grasp. His heat envelops you, his chest broad and warm beneath your sweaty cheek.
“Feels gross,” you mumble, shutting your eyes. Above you, he laughs, the sound genuine and joyous.
“Yeah, I get that. Think you can bear it for just a little longer?” His palm glides up and down your back, eyes shutting as he lays his head atop one of the countless pillows. They’ve been tossed about during the throes of your lovemaking, shoved to the side and pressed in on. A few have landed on the floor. You decide to not think about how much laundry the poor maids will have to do, come morning.
“I wanna take a bath,” you say, not even bothering to keep the complaint out of your voice. You can’t remember the last time you felt this filthy, stained with sweat and cum. Sylvain’s lips quirk into a slight frown at your upfront objection, but his thumb rubs at the side of your hip, perilously close to your ass.
“We’ll do all that and more, baby. Whatever you want. You just gotta wait with us. It won’t take long, promise.” he soothes. Your nose wrinkles with displeasure, the sight of your bemused expression making him laugh.
“Why—”
White light streams into the room as the door is wrenched open with a noise so loud and horrendous that you momentarily fear it’s been ripped from its hinges. Veiled in that unholy luster is the broad, familiar form of Dimitri. The edges of his hair are warm aglow, locks loose and tumbling down to his shoulders, bangs falling in his face.
“Dima,” you whimper, the sight of him washing over you in a cold wave, parting the haze to leave you open and exposed. With the return of your logic comes the stark realization of everything that’s gone wrong in the past hour or so. The details pop into excruciating clarity, as does the severity of what they’d done. You still can’t muster the energy to do more than lift your weary head, movements slow and syrupy in the dark warmth of the bedroom. The sheets twist against your back as she tries to adjust, grasping at the blankets in a thin and fruitless attempt to cover yourself, to retain whatever slim portion of dignity and respect remained.
Felix’s hand, rough but gentle, wraps around one of your wrists, giving a careful squeeze. The action is both a threat and a comfort, a dangerous duality that makes you stiffen and still. Your fate was sealed the moment they met you in front of your apartment building. You could voice any and every objection, right here and right now, and it would make no difference.
Distress and humiliation balled up with the rest of all you felt, your soft pants quickly becoming laborious gasps. Felix’s unyielding grip lightened, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the underside of your wrist.
“After all the effort I put in to get your attention,” Sylvain sighs quietly into the crook of your neck, melodramatic. He pushed his hands to the mattress on either side of you, pushing upwards to greet Dimitri with a winsome smile. The move nudges you out of place, head coming to rest on his stomach. “His majesty always steals the show. Look at you, showing up fashionably late. Better now than never, I always. Right, Felix?”
“You’ve got some nerve, showing up after you canceled on us,” Felix grunts brusquely, giving Dimitri a mean stare. “You’re not even late. You’re just uninvited.”
“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Sylvain tacks on affably, giving Felix a firm pat on the thigh. “Come on in, Dimitri. Stay awhile,” he begs, sparing you a wayward glance. “I’m sure she’d like that, too.” One of his big hands flattens against your side, caressing your naked skin. A sharp inhale rattles your lungs, blinking several times as you attempt to find Dimitri in the doorway. One of his hands holds the polished wood of the frame, the other hung limply at his side. Your voice catches in her throat, fear and adrenaline wresting with exhaustion and the weight of the two men beside you. If more awake, perhaps you would have heard the slow creaking of the wood as it began to splinter under Dimitri’s iron grasp.
Sylvain, as though reminding you of his presence, rests his cheek on your right breast, laving a wet kiss next to your nipple. It felt wrong to say anything, a numb terror seizing you as you behold Dimitri’s expression.
The light that flowed into the room casts his face in steep darkness, but even from this distance you can make out his eyes. His lone pupil is blown wide and his lips slightly parted.
Dimitri, Dima, as you know him, is so kind and courteous and careful with his affections. He holds open doors and pulls out chairs despite you insisting he doesn’t have to—he holds your bag when you walk together and hunches his broad shoulders so he doesn’t loom above you, painfully conscious of his own size. The serrated edges of him are sanded down and softened, but this Dimitri doesn’t look anything like that. The long line of his body is tense, one foot in the room, one foot remaining outside. His spine goes rigid as Sylvain beseeches him forth with a lackadaisical wave. His nose wrinkles, his lips pulled into a solid, flat line as the sweet and hazy scent of the room undoubtedly reaches him.
“Suit yourself,” Sylvain shrugged nonchalantly after a few moments of silence. “We’ll have fun without you. Won’t we, baby?” he turns his dark gaze back to you, eyelids dipping as he prompts you to answer. One of his hands sprawls over your right thigh, gently massaging the taut muscle.
“I…” you start, tongue-tied and unbidden, struggling to even finish a thought. It was all too much, the air replete with the scent of mixed spice and cologne. This… this wasn’t right, this—
“I think not,” Dimitri scoffs, shutting the door behind him as he steps into the room. The light dies with the click of the lock, noise loud as thunder in the momentary quiet of the room. He fumbles about in the caliginous empty of the room, shuffling out of his clothes. Your stomach drops as his coat collapses into a dark pile on the floo. Your voice pitches into a whine before she can temper it, labored gasps only becoming heavier. The sound must grow obstreperous enough for them to take note, because Sylvain is shushing you within moments, plush lips brushing over your chest.
“Aw, baby,” he says piteously, hand finding the round of your hip to squeeze. His thumb rubs little circles into you skin, smothering your frantic exhalations with kiss after kiss after kiss. He gentles you down upon the silken sheets, straying from your lips to the crook of your neck, burying his nose up against the tender spot. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared. We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
The mattress dips, groaning underneath the weight of yet another well-muscles paramour. Dimitri’s strong thigh leads up to a surprisingly narrow waist, his figure both attractive and imposing, with heavy pecs and thick abdominal muscles. His lone eye gleams in the dark, the other milky and unfocused. He’s nearly naked, briefs snuggly around his waist. The shape of his cock strains at the fabric, pressed up against his inner left thigh. Long and girthy, surely impossible for her to fully take.
“Hey, hey,” Sylvain says, as though sensing your distress. He croons to you like he’s trying to calm a frightened horse, and the realization would make you laugh if you weren’t so puzzled, so humiliated at being splayed open in the most intimate way for them. For people you believed were your friends. It feels like a betrayal, but Sylvain is tender as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cups your cheek in one, big hand. “It’s alright. C’mon, you gotta trust us, here.”
“I, uhm—” you cut yourself off with a harsh swallow.
“I can hardly blame her. You don’t have the best track record with women, Sylvain,” Dimitri’s voice, clipped and strained, comes from behind the redhead. He sets a heavy hand on Sylvain’s shoulder, tugging him away from you. The redhead acquiesces with more of a pout than a genuine frown, as though a child forced to share his favorite treat.
“Come here,” Felix murmurs in your ear, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s hooked his hands underneath your arms. You squawk as he pulls you up the bed, and the sudden movement earns a displeased growl from Dimitri.
Your bare, sweaty back rests up against his thighs—thighs you’d admired hardly a few hours ago. The heels of your palms press up against the sheets in a frantic, instinctive attempt to get some leverage and pull yourself up, but Felix presses a hand to your shoulder.
“Stay there,” Felix mumbles into your hair, pitch of his voice gone low and quiet and husky as he holds you. Felix, you think to yourself, is a good man who will not hurt you. He’s your friend, after all. You cling to the gentility of that sentiment, leaning your head back against his shoulder and shutting your eyes.
They’re not going to hurt you (they already have). They’re your friends. You can trust them. Hadn’t Sylvain only made you feel good, thus far? Just like he promised? You swallow and you shift and your breaths shudder in and out of your body as you reckon with what’s about to happen to you. Felix’s other hand rests atop your stomach, caressing the bare skin even as your muscles jump and tense.
The thickness of Dimitri’s muscled thighs bracket either side of your hips, sinking into the plush mattress. You feel legless before him, limp and made of rubber as he towers over you. He stares you down with that single, frosten eye. You can’t bear to look up at him for more than a few moments, breath trembling at his starved expression. None of them speak as his fingers gently grasp your chin, forcing your gaze upwards. The cold, grim lines of his face have mellowed into something more sympathetic.
The head of his cock breaches you a moment later, stretching you out all over again. He spares you a single moment to adjust, to realize, before continuing to plunge deep inside of you, retracing the path Sylvain and Felix had taken with little remorse.
“Dima!” you squeal, fingernails scratching at his shoulders, red lines raked over his cool, pale skin. “Ah! Dima!” There’s so much of him, the stretch too great and the ache too pointed to bear. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes as you wiggle your hips in a fruitless attempt to shrink away. Dimitri gasps up against your ear as your walls squeeze and flex around him, voice rumbling into a low, feral growl. Felix’s hand holds your leg wide, palm bent underneath the crook of your knee. You couldn’t squirm away even if you wanted to, pinned between the toned bodies of Faerghas’s strongest.
“There’s no use in trying to escape now,” Dimitri says, voice brushing right up against your ear, low and cold and solemn, like some sort of oath. He cemented it by grabbing your thighs, dragging your legs to wrap around him. He breaks you to pieces while you’re too shocked and puzzled and upset to put up a true fight, pinned like a butterfly to a board. “Your body… is sucking me in. You cannot lie to me.”
“We really need to work on how you talk to girls,” Sylvain says wryly, somehow sounding unamused despite himself. There’s a strain to his voice, but it’s all background noise to you, voices and sounds other than the frantic beating of your own heart bleeding into nothingness. You choke, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your hot cheeks, because why would Dima talk to you like this? What had you done to deserve this? The fresh flood of humiliation dampened the lust-induced madness, cooled the fever they’d subjected you to.
“It hurts, Dima,” your voice cracks, flopping an arm over your eyes, “Why are you being so mean to me?” Your open despair is what gives him pause. There’s a beat of silence, before a raspy purr rumbles from his chest. The noise is low and soothing as he smooths his lips over your forehead, trails kisses down the side of your face. Still, his hips plow forward, spearing you to the sheets like a butterfly pinned to a board.
“I—” he gasps again, buries himself to the hilt, “I’m… sorry.” His voice is unsteady, his body still, as though to let you grow accustomed to the massive breadth of him. Your nervous inner walls spasme and struggle to accommodate him, an arduous task made more difficult by a sudden stroke of anxiety. “It’s okay. You’re doing, ah… Very well—” He cuts himself off with a deep groan as the tip of him kisses your cervix. The sentiment is all but lost on you, up to your ears in things you don’t know how to register or understand.
“Don’t hide your face,” Felix says from somewhere above you, a hand curling around your wrist to pull your arm back down to your side. After a moment of halfhearted resistance, you let him, too occupied with the way your cunt so desperately grips him. The dark of the room combined with your tears blissfully obscure his expression. The less you see, the better. Especially when so much of you is so entangled with the heat of them. The weight of their attentions rends you flush with warmth, hyper aware of Sylvain’s ogling and Felix’s hands on your body.
The electric stroke of need building between your legs is a blissful distraction from the chaotic buzzing in your brain. It both breaks and relieves you to know that your cunt is still sloppy and wet and wanting, stretched so wonderfully and so painfully around Dimitri’s massive girth. It’s an arduous task to simply focus on your breathing, the steady rush of air in and out of your lungs. The room is warm and humid, tender against the back of your worn throat.
“Yes,” Dimitri says, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His lips brush across your pulse, the chaste kiss he presses there running a shiver down your spine. “I am. It was wrong of me,” he cut himself off with a low, sultry noise as the walls of your cunt fluttered around him, beginning to grow accustomed to the intrusion. “...you’re being so good for me.” One of his hands finds your hips and squeezes.
Your eyes flutter shut as he draws his hips back, thick of his cock dragging against your walls until only the tip remains inside.
“You’re.. sucking me in,” he hisses, and fucks himself back into you in one solid, brutal rut. Your hands scramble against the silken sheets, entire body shaking at the pace he sets. The sharp points of his teeth scrape against your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, both of his broad hands spanning across your hips. He positions you how he likes, drags you up the bed to meet each unfair thrust.
You want to moan, to cry, to scream, but the air is knocked from you over and over. The tidal waves pulling you under in quick succession. Felix clutches one of your hands, his lips pressing to your temple as though in reassurance. The chaste touches are nothing compared to the maelstrom of heat and pleasure that slices through you, white hot sensation making spots at the corners of your vision fuzzy. Out from behind him, Sylvain emerges, coming to rest at your side. One of his hands is curled around his hard cock, a lone bead of moisture rolling down the thick shaft. His eyelids hang low, expression unabashedly lascivious as he watched Dimitri breed you with full and rapt attention. His wet lips part around low growls and heady praises.
Above you, Dimitri gives a noise closer to a growl than a moan. His massive palm cradles your cheek, your view of Sylvain blocked by his thick fingers, by the size of him.
“Look at me,” Dimitri says, gaze bearing down upon you with fervent intensity, searing into the fabric of your very being as he pulls you apart. His other hand palms your breast—no, that’s Felix’s, you realized belatedly, voice pitching into a squeal as he pinches your nipple between forefinger and thumb. Dimitri’s hand other hand is on your hip, molding over the marks Sylvain and Felix have undoubtedly already left. You can’t find it in yourself to care. All you can do is react, writhing and crying out and screaming as you feel yourself climbing to that peak yet again.
You’ve been whittled down to your instincts, thoughts melted by the molten pleasure that frays your edges and sparks your nerves, crammed between two of your best friends. Something about this is unmistakably wrong, but you’re too loose with ecstasy to recall what exactly that is. Dimitri’s rough fingers move from your hip to your clit, roughened pads grating over it. Your thighs twitch, that bent tight coil snapping as yet another orgasm rattles you, rubbing your nerves raw.
The back of your throat is hoarse as you unleash another yelping cry. Dimitri’s pace begins to give way, from swift, smooth glides to ungainly, stuttering jolts of his hips. You fall out of rhythm with each other, your body worn ragged as he takes his fill, drinks deep of you.
A wretched snarl wrenches from his curled lips as he yanks his hips backwards, spreading thick cum over the blankets between your legs. His hands slide from your hips to your ankles, encircling both with one hand and abruptly hoisting them upwards, forcing your legs together. The mattress squeals in protest as he gets to his knees, pressing his cock between your inner thighs.
Behind him, Sylvain whistles, the sound more reluctantly impressed than genuinely encouraging.
You lay limp against the mattress, gasping as he begins to fuck your thighs in earnest. The grip he holds around your ankles is bruising, muscle and bone aching with each rough snap of his hips to the backs of your thighs. How could one man have so much stamina? The orgasm he’d just gone through has no hold on him, evident in the way he blatantly chases another. The slick mixture of your releases coats your skin and makes it easy for his cock to glide between the warm plush of your inner thighs, ghosting right above your abused cunt. You whimper and writhe and gasp, unsure of what else to do but lay there, shuddering as he finds a second release, spilling over your waist and lower tummy.
That’s it, right? That has to be it? You crane your head, eyes wide as you silently appeal to Felix. You don’t even look down when Dimitri releases your legs. You’re perpendicular to the mattress, held aloft by his hands alone, shoulders and neck left to support what little weight he doesn’t shoulder on his own.
You expect him to ease them back down to the mattress, gentle now that he’s gotten what he’s wanted. But he doesn’t. He stays stood on his knees and hooks her knees over his shoulders, dragging her violently from Felix’s lap. His spine curves and cranes, hands grasping at her outer thighs to hold her still.
“Dima!” she cries, voice breaking into a rough scream. Her fingers curl tight to her palms, eyes wide as he leans his head down, craning his neck to rasp his tongue over her wet pussy. It’s too much for the sensation to register as anything other than strange, the ripples of pleasure twinging into pain with how overwrought she is. He devours her wholly and totally, slurping and swallowing their mixed release with not a modicum of shame. The noises are sinfully slick and loud, her cunt throbbing as she teeters on yet another release.
He draws her to the edge a third time, back arching and toes curling and mind completely gone. She’s making noises too hoarse to be sobs, muscles twitching as he finally, finally sets her back down. His lips are wet and his pupils are wide, bright blue eyes reduced to thin rings.
“Are you done?” Felix asks, sharp and scolding. Dimitri jolts, as though he’d forgotten the presence of anyone else in the room. He hastily nods, tongue darting out to swipe the last lingering succulence from his lips.
“Yes… yes, I’m sorry. I seem to have… gotten carried away.” he says, resting on his knees. His hands hover above your parted knees for but a moment, gaze roaming to rest between your inner thighs. He eyes your cunt with a fascination that sends a fresh bolt of fear up your spine.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Sylvain, fortunately, sees it too. He grasps Dimitri’s forearm. “C’mon, your highness. Leave some for the rest of us.”
“Of course,” Dimitri says, and it’s like he’s snapped out of a trance, slipped out of the wolf’s pelt and into his human skin. When he looks at you, it’s like he truly sees you, again, features gone soft with genuine concern. “I apologize. I went much too far—it was cruel of me. Are you… alright?”
“No more,” is all you can muster, voice a broken whisper. You don’t even register the sickened guilt that crosses his face, eyes fluttering shut as you struggle around labored breaths.
“No? You don’t wanna play with Felix again?” Sylvain asks, voice a velvety purr. His warm hand brushes over your too-hot skin, caress only serving to remind you of the sweat you’re covered with. Your face contorts into a wince.
“She doesn’t have to. The Boar already wore her out,” Felix says sharply. When his hoarfrost gaze dips to you, the ice melts from his expression, hard lines of his scowl go soft. Numbly, you wonder if that’s how he looked while he held your hand, while he watched your other friends wring orgasm after orgasm from your weary body. A pinprick of agony sparks behind your eyes, compounds as a blunt aching there, but all else is numb. It’s too exhausting to think. To feel. Maybe Sylvain was right. Maybe your faculties are too limited.
Their bantering fades into the background, voices low and muffled as you struggle to regain your bearings. To come up for air.
It’s impossible to tell how much time passes you by, bare in that bed, still beneath them. It feels as though you fade in and out of awareness, consciousness like minnow’s barely below the surface of the stream. Eventually, hands curl below your shoulders and neck, urging your head upwards. Your eyes snap open, but the cool lip of a glass pressed to your mouth settles you. Up until that very moment, you’d not realized how parched you were. throat gone dry with thousands of desperate inhalations. The water is a soothing balm, and you gulp down every last drop.
“Hey, don’t drink it too fast—”
“Let her drink it however she wants,” Felix cuts him off, and the rest of their conversation fizzles into the background until the glass has been pulled away Sylvain ducks into your line of sight, eyes, gaze concerned, imploring.
“Oh, whatever. Hey, sweetheart, do you think you can stand up?” he inquires, setting a gentle hand atop your knee.
“After the boar near swallowed her whole? I doubt it.” Felix eyes Dimitri with considerable indignation. “The boar” pointedly avoids making eye contact.
“My apologies,” he says, long fingers prying under the mattress to free it of the sheets. “I’ll wash the bedding while you take care of that.”
“Well, that’s okay, then. We’re gonna get you cleaned up, ‘cause I don’t think anyone here wants to sleep in all that mess. Right?” Sylvain says. Lacking the wherewithal to use your voice, you nod. “That’s my girl. Okay, hold on tight—”
Of course, Sylvain would insist on tidying up, even after all of that. Your cheek rests up against his chest. Your pulse has stopped thundering in your ears. Tomorrow, you think, there's going to be a lot to think about.
But right now… you let yourself melt into the sweetness of his embrace. You feel the taste on our tongue. Your vision goes fuzzy behind your eyelids. You fall asleep to the scent of lavender in the bathwater.
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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞
— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.
words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO
a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )
chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.
but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.
fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.
the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”
“wha—huh? what is?”
“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”
your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.
“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”
no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”
he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.
“you’re…embarrassed?”
the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.
“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”
“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”
“i know, right? i was just about to say.”
minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.
but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).
you take it into your own hands. literally.
you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.
he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.
“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!
minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.
but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.
you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”
minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.
you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.
(good luck.)
changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.
your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—
“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.
that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.
you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.
you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.
no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.
han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.
the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.
“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”
you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.
he loses it.
the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.
chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.
hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.
on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.
on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.
the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.
hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.
then, she flirts with him.
from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.
your fork clatters to your plate.
FUCK time and place.
the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.
you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.
once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.
“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”
jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.
you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.
finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.
“baby, your mouth is open.”
you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”
“what do you mean?”
“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”
jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”
“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”
jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”
“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”
it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.
“do i actually?”
“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”
“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”
the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.
you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.
felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.
he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.
it returned to the forefront right before bed.
“you do it when you’re nervous?”
“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”
“what, checking my pulse?”
“mine.”
you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.
the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.
“well?” he whispered.
“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”
“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.
the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.
two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.
felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.
his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.
let me.
you do.
his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.
the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.
“well?” you whisper.
“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.
he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.
the earth slants under his feet.
“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”
seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.
“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”
do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”
“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”
“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”
upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.
“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”
but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.
“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.
“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”
“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”
“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.
puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.
one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.
you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—
“I KNEW IT!”
you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)
“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”
you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.
now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.
“HOW MANY TIMES?”
jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.
“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)
“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.
after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”
“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.
“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”
“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”
“mmm, this one will.”
“doubtful.”
fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)
“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”
you wait. “is that it?”
“yes!”
why was the delivery so grand?
jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”
you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.
yoon counts you off. “ready…”
“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.
“shut up, pipsqueak.”
“set…GO!”
in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.
desperate times call for desperate measures.
you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”
both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.
the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)
but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.
jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.
he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—
you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)
yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)
—dissipates, immediately.
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MISERY BUSINESS
felix catton x reader
synopsis. ꩜ based off of this request.
author’s note. ∿ i need this man so bad it’s not even funny. smut (fingering, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, marking, voyeurism I guess idk) it's been a while since I wrote something on this account and its not proofread so be nice, also a bit of a rushed ending??
word count. ⨾ 2.7k
The harsh thud of the car door closing awoke you from your mid-day reverie by the lake. The sun was beaming down on you almost bare body, only covered by a bikini. It was hotter than usual and everyone else at saltburn seemed to share your complaints. The heat aside the weather was pleasant—Felix on the other hand looked less than.
He looked annoyed, almost upset, even from far away. When he exited the car Oliver and Felix went their separate ways, Oliver looking just as unhappy. You wondered what happened in just few hours that could’ve soured their moods but it was only a few moments later when Felix approached you, grinning in attempt to hide the scowl he was dressed in minutes earlier.
Once he reached your figure he towered over your body as you laid on the dock. Having well acknowledge the heat now and your lack of clothing he discarded his shirt and quickly lowered his frame over yours so that his was barely hovering over yours.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
He shook his head with a small grin. “nothing.”
You scoffed. “Liar.” He raised his brows.
“What’s wrong?” You prodded again. He dropped his head in hesitation, his lip between his teeth as he contemplated telling you what happened on his and Oliver’s road trip, what he felt, what the truth was—but he couldn’t. Not yet anyways.
He looked up at you. “I- Oliver just said something and it hurt me more than I thought it would.”
You sat up, the two of you adjusting your bodies as you did so. You stared intently at his face, watching how his eyes glossed over and how he could barely hold your gaze. It was a different demeanor than what other people knew, one of the more human parts that made people fall in love with him.
You lifted his face towards yours. “I’m sorry.” The silence that followed after your statement determined he wasn’t interested in sharing anything deeper than the surface of the matter.
He looked back at Saltburn then back at you. “Don’t be.”
You scrunched your brows. “Hm?”
“I don’t know,” He said earnestly. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve listened to you earlier. You kept saying you had a bad feeling about him and I didn’t really take it to heart…til’ now I guess.”
“Oh, Felix,” You sighed, cupping his face, your hand over his jaw subliminally believing that it would release the tension he held there.
“He’s out tomorrow.” His hand caressed yours as it rested on his cheek.
“Really?”
“Really.” He confirmed. “Maybe now I can get you, alone, yeah?” His body pushed yours back down on the doc so he was hovering over you once again.
"Felix," You laughed. "Always distracting me, aren't you."
"No 'm not," he mumbled, nipping at your earlobe. "You weren't doing anything important anyways."
"I was going to ask another question," You giggled.
"Okay," He answered, pushing himself so that he kneeled above you, a knee on either side of your torso. "What?"
When he was playful like this he was such a beautiful sight in front of you, you almost felt bad asking him a question as if you were ruining the mood.
"You're not really kicking him out are you? I feel bad."
He sighed. "I am kicking him out and you shouldn't feel bad, he’s in the business of misery it’s almost like his job to make people feel bad." He crawled back over you once again, something heavier within him now. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw, his clouded eyes. His mouth made its way back to your body, this time trailing down your stomach, beginning to leave marks you knew you’d have to hide at the party tonight.
“Felix,” You frowned. “I just-”
He cut you off. “Enough, alright. He was a creep anyways, you said it yourself,” He told you and you nodded, internally agreeing.
“He’s going home after the party.”
The feel of his voice as he mumbled into your skin was enough for you to stop thinking about the situation for the moment. It wasn’t until nightfall you were reminded of Oliver's unrelenting presence—it was his birthday after all. Still, no matter where you were in Saltburn, you couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes upon you, you couldn’t help but feel that you were never alone.
"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" You asked Felix and he hardly registered the question. His hands up your dress the lights were dim, colored strobe lights bleeding in from the outside. The room was close to empty but the music could be heard throughout the house. You could ask him anything to anyone and it wouldn’t really mean anything—and it didn't help that the two of you were getting dizzy on champagne.
So, you didn't ask you question again but your eyes flickered to the maze that could be seen from the window and he understood what you wanted.
"Whatever you want, angel." He grinned, pulling his hands away to grab yours, taking you to the garden.
You scrunched your brows together. "I should be calling you that y'know."
He laughed with you. "You have wings too."
"But I'm a fairy"
"Close enough." You laughed to yourself as you and Felix walked through the house and towards the maze. There was a bottle of champagne in your left, Felix’s hand in your right, grounding you with each step. The more the time passed the less ideal it felt to walk in heels—you thought of ditching them all together. Still, they held the integrity of your costume, matching the chosen Midsummer Night's Dream theme. You'd dressed up as a fairy, donning flowers in your hair and a frilly slip dress, the costume obviously incomplete without wings.
Your heels pierced through the dirt once you’d made it to the grass, your feet sinking slightly with each step. You groaned to yourself, not going unnoticed by Felix.
“You okay?” He asked, stopping to turn to you.
“My heels,” You answered.
He furrowed his brows. “What about them?”
“Well…” You hesitated. “They’re killing my feet and they keep sinking into the dirt. They’re gonna get dirty.”
“We’ll we can’t have that know can we,” Felix replied, picking you in on fell swoop, your body now in his arms, your legs dangling from his grasp.
"Felix," You giggled his named through broken laughs, surprised with the immediacy of his action.
"What? You know I'd do anything for my best girl," He told you, returning the wide lipped smile on your face.
"I didn't ask you anything."
"You didn't have to."
You went limp in his arms as you sighed, comparable to an act of defiance as if you were annoyed, as if he did something wrong; but you knew he couldn't if he tried. He shook his head but the smirk on his lips was undeniable as he carried you the rest of the way to the center of the maze.
"You're insufferable, won't even let me carry you," He carped, putting you down and letting you lean against the cold metal of the statue as you put the bottle of champagne on the ground beside you.
"I did and you love me," You retorted, inching your face towards his, leaving a sliver of space between your lips. The bronze on your back that chilled your skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Felix's body, from the warmth of the air around you. It was intoxicating, his breath on your skin and the breeze of the wind. Looking up at him you could see that carnal glimmer in his eyes when his hands roamed your body only moments earlier, and this morning on the dock. It was something you craved and that was something he knew and savored the fact.
"Well I can't deny that," He smirked before closing the gap between the two of you. You could feel the indent of his grin as he kissed you, his lips turned up into a wicked smile, something more depraved, but still, nonetheless, Felix.
"Why don't I finished what I started earlier, love?" He asked against you not bothering to pull away and you only moaned in approval. His lips traveled from yours to the lobe of your ear so he knew you could hear him clearly.
"You need to use your words, darling."
"Yes," You keened, wanting—needing more than what was being given.
"Good girl," He hummed, his hands drawing down the straps of your dress before they traced down the rest of your body all the way to your thighs. He hooked his hands under them, lifting you to sit on the base of the statue.
"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes for conformation, the raise of his eyebrows encouraging it verbally as well.
"Yeah," You sighed breathelessly. "But I still need you."
He smirked again. "Let me fix that then."
Felix's hands gently lowered the front of your dress, exposing your breasts and taking one of them into his mouth, moaning around it.
"You're beautiful, darling" He mumbled, groaning as his tongue slid over your hard nipple. His words were genuine but you couldn't help but feel a little cheesy, kicking your foot playfully at his leg and you felt his erection, hard as you did so.
"And you know that already," He chuckled, sucking your nipple more aggressively. "But it's true." His words made you ache with impatience, whine with desire. Felix pulled back before lowering himself to his knees, his eyes not daring to leave yours. Only when he licked an agonizingly slow, sloppy stripe against your clothed cunt his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.
You breath hitched in anticipation as he pulled down your panties with his teeth and taking them off, shooting you a wink as he pocketed them. Immediately after his gaze moved back to your wet pussy, wasting no time in tasting you.
He dropped his head and his tongue slithered to your clit, flicking the pearl a few times before wrapping his lips around it. Your core was hot against his face, your scent, heady and electrifying; he could spend hours between your legs. Your hand went to claw at his hair, your fingers entangling with his brown locks.
"Ri-Right there," You breathed, attempting your best to string a coherent thought together, but it was hard when one of his hands massaged the outside of your thigh while the other came up to your empty hand. Your fingers interlocking, his thumb kneading the side of your palm as he sucked harder at your clit. You squeezed it as you released strangled moans, strained from the attempt to stay quiet.
"You can be louder, love. No one else is going to hear you except me." You didn't believe him, swearing you heard something in the bushes move along with the fact that there was a full blown party happening in his house right now; but you couldn't help yourself either.
He slipped two fingers into you, eliciting a lewd moan with ease. Your legs pressed together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary feeling of being entirely enveloped by you—but it was exactly what he wanted.
"Oh God, Felix," You fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.
His movements were mindless and uncalculated, but they had you reeling each time. He knew your body like a book, where to touch to have your head spinning. The longer he spent between you legs, the louder your moans got, your hips helplessly bucking up to meet his fingers and mouth.
"Atta' girl," he murmured against you core. "Cum for me, love, I can feel you squeezing me."
Your movements got sloppier, raunchier, as your orgasm approached swiftly. It struck you like a bolt of lightning, your body overtaken with rapture and relief. Felix watched as you come down from your high, his fingers still working you over.
"You did so well f'me," He coaxed, finally removing his fingers from your core and scaling up your body, his moving to cling to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left.
"Need you," You whispered as his lips nipped at yours.
"Need me or my cock?" He chuckled, drunk on you.
"You know what I mean," You replied, hands already to undo the buckle of his belt.
He stopped you before you could go any further. "I know, I just want to hear you say it, darling."
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, the smile on your lips indicating otherwise. His brows darted up, goading you on.
"Please?" He pressed and you exhaled in pleasure, in desire.
"Need you inside me, Felix." The corners of his mouth turned up into that smug smirk you've known for so long and he nodded in thanks.
"As you wish, my love."
He was rock hard, heavy and hot in your hands, precum dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down as he lined himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation. His arms caged your body under him as he hissed at the feeling. He gave you a a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you.
"You're so tight," He praised as he kissed you, moaning into your mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips started slow, gently rolling into yours, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. Felix tuned into how your moans falter when he hit just right spot, the sensation going straight to your core.
"Feels so good," You keened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.
"Yeah? Tell me about it," He asked as he increased his pace, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless, evoking obscene noises from you. You wrapped your legs around his torso, heels digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.
You were sure your nails were going to leave a mark as they clawed into his shoulders while his hand slowly travelled to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit to help you reach your climax. You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock. You didn’t have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming and sobbing as ecstasy hit you like a brick wall. You arched your back as his name fell from your lips again and again like a hopeless prayer. He followed suit seconds later, soaked with you as buried his head into the crook of your neck. He came with a strident cry as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You went limp under him as he panted weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.
Still hazy from your climax your eyes widened as you saw Oliver walk into the maze. Felix didn't hear him, but he took note of your expression.
"What? Are you okay? What's-"
You interrupted him. "Oliver." Felix's head whipped around to the man standing behind him.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Felix exclaimed and you pulled your legs from his torso and fixed your dress. Felix pulled up his trousers, buckling up his belt before fully turning to face Oliver.
"What are you doing here, mate? I mean, really?" You didn't say anything, composing yourself as Felix stood in front of you. Oliver opened his mouth to speak but Felix cut him off before he could explain himself.
"Actually I don't wanna fucking know, I've seen enough." He sighed and looked back to check on you.
“I think you should go,” You said to Oliver. “Before you do anything more to embarrass yourself.” The words were harsh as they came out of your mouth but you didn’t know what else to say. You watched as he walked away with his shoulders slumped, no doubt some guilt weighing them down.
“Are you alright?” Felix asked you, turning back around. You nodded still processing what had just happened as it seemed the champagne had worn off a while ago. You grabbed the bottle off the ground and held it up, offering it to Felix with a smile he didn't hesitate to reciprocate back.
"To Oliver's fucking party!" You laughed confused as ever, taking a swig of the bottle before he grabbed it from you.
"To Oliver's stupid fucking party."
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things friends do.
felix catton x reader (wc: 3.1k)
summary: things friends do include but are not excluded to: sleeping in each other’s bed, kissing, sharing beer, fucking each other
warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex
author’s note: y’all i have refused to believe that jacob elordi was attractive but saltburn did me in
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You were not in love with Felix Catton.
And Felix Catton was not in love with you.
He was a lover boy, but he was not your lover boy.
The thing about Felix was that he had just about everyone at his disposal. Girls, guys, it didn't matter. Everything belonged to him so long as he wanted it. But it didn't feel that way. You never felt as though you were owned by him. It was just that he was Felix and who didn't want to belong to him?
Of course 'just friends' didn't constantly have their hands all over each other, didn't sleep in each other's bed or see each other inappropriately naked. And 'just friends' definitely didn't kiss each other on the mouth.
But this was Felix.
Not Oliver, or Farleigh, or Veneita. Felix.
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The party is so electric that you're not sure if it's the music or your own erratic heartbeat thumping in your ears. The place is so packed that at some point the entire bar had become part of the main dance floor in order to accommodate for the dizzying array of overheated, intoxicated bodies moving this way and that. Blue light illuminates the otherwise dark room. Flashes of neon green splash across swaying bodies, highlighting dancers as they navigate the floor.
To no one's surprise, Felix is in the center of it all. He'd gravitated towards the pole in the middle of the room like a magnet and had taken to it to pay his dues, his slender body rolling to the music with all of his typical charisma.
After a few beers, you're pleasantly buzzed, but you'll probably be toeing the line once you finish the fourth in your hand. Felix is well on his way to a monster hangover, one that he'll sleep off on the floor of your dorm room. Farleigh is right behind him, likely just as intoxicated, but with him you could never tell. Farleigh was always the same catty bitch no matter how drunk or sober he was. You loved him, but he was a bitch.
A heavy weight suddenly staggers upon your shoulders, and you groan against the weight, both you and Felix swaying dangerously to the side as he throws his arm around you. Usually this wouldn't work because he's so ridiculously tall but the alcohol had made him a little less coordinated than usual and he's slouched down to closer to your height. Beer sloshes over the rim of his plastic cup and splashes onto the floor at your feet.
"Having fun, darling?" he asks, half shouting in your ear to be heard over the music.
"Always," you laugh, though it's mostly directed at him.
His skin is clammy with sweat and his breath is coated with the familiar, yeasty smell of beer. "Where's Farleigh?" Felix doesn't even wait for your response before he's shouting for him. "Ay! Farleigh!" There's a cigarette pinched between two fingers of the same hand that's holding onto his cup, and he raises it to get his friend's attention.
His arm still around you, you dodge the spilling liquid heading for your feet. "Felix! Felix, careful!" you scold him, still laughing, so the smile doesn't disappear from his face.
In an attempt to solve the problem, he leans forward and starts to swallow back the remainder of the beer in his cup. He must underestimate just how much he had left to go because it starts to escape past the sides of his mouth, dripping past his jaw and down the front of his open shirt.
You shriek again. "Felix!"
Laughing, he pulls the cup away and brings it towards you. Before you can protest, he's tipping it back into your mouth. He leaves you no choice but to swallow it or wear it across the front of your shirt so you do your best to drink the remaining beer, more nursing from the cup than gulping as Felix was.
It leaves your lips and chin wet, and before you can wipe the excess beer away, Felix does it himself, somewhat roughly dragging his thumb under your lip. He then sucks the digit into his mouth, hardly thinking twice about it. It would have been erotic with anyone else. But this was everyday with Felix. It would have been weird if you hadn't chugged the backwash of his beer.
His attention is just as quickly drug from you to Farleigh. You hadn't noticed the other boy approaching. He gives you a wicked smile, a look in his eyes like he wants to say something but refrains. You tilt your head, prepared to ask him what his mischievous look is all about but Felix interrupts you.
"Farleigh, mate," Felix begins still hugging you close. "The girls are looking a bit bored. What do ya think?"
Across the room, India and Annabel are sitting on a couch together. The piece of furniture itself has certainly seen better days, torn and stained with bodily fluids of varying levels of disgusting. There's a guy with his arm slung around India, but for all she's paying attention to him, he might as well not exist. She's drinking from a bottle of champagne and couldn't look less interested in him.
Farleigh's eyes track from you to Felix, as though making some sort of connection, then he smiles cheshire-like. "Oh yeah, mate. You know, I do think India was actually looking for you earlier." His sinister brown eyes lock with yours, as if waiting for you to object. "Why don't you go put her out of her misery. (Y/n) and I will go busy ourselves at the bar."
Felix grins crookedly, nothing but honest fun shining in his blown pupils. "I will see you two later."
He straightens but not before twisting his neck, body still plastered to yours, and he plants a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. His lips taste like beer and nicotine. It's not really even a kiss, just a lack of coordination on Felix's part that he didn't catch your cheek. If Farleigh hadn't been trying to start something in the first place, you wouldn't have even thought twice about it.
It's not the first time Felix has kissed you. Hell, he's probably even kissed Farleigh at some point. Maybe not on the mouth because they were cousins, but that's besides the point. Friends kissed each other all the time. This wasn't anything new.
As Felix removes himself from you, his tall figure walking over to grab India's hand and lead her from the couch, the guy who had been flirting with her for the past hour glaring after them, you level your stare with Farleigh's. "What's that look about?"
Farleigh crosses his arms, looking as full of himself as ever, and rolls his eyes. He really was a bitch sometimes. "Fuck the friend code and fuck him already. You know you want to."
It's your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't want to fuck him, Farleigh."
You don't. Things just weren't like that between you and Felix. Sure, maybe there had been a few occasions where you'd sucked him off and he'd done the same for you in return but that was all purely situational. There were no feelings attached. Just two friends who were close enough to do that kind of thing without it being weird.
Farleigh just scoffs at your ignorance, pushing past you with his shoulder to head over to the bar. "Just like sweet little Ollie doesn't want to fuck him? Please, neither of you look at him all that different."
"Everyone looks at him like that," you argue. "He's Felix."
"No, everyone looks at him like they want his dick in their mouth. You look at him like you'd let him do absolutely anything he fucking wants to you. And honestly, (Y/n), it's kinda sad." He says the last part with faux pity, his voice demeaning.
You scowl at him as he turns back around and walks over to the bar.
Fuck Farleigh. You did not want to fuck Felix.
And fuck him for putting the thought in your head.
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It's nearing two am by the time you remove yourself from the bar. You're no more intoxicated than you were earlier, having cut yourself off after chugging the last of Felix's drink, but you weren't particularly keen on walking in on Felix and India after tonight so you'd resigned yourself to sitting on a barstool for the remainder of the night.
You keep telling yourself that you weren't bothered by him having sex with her, but Farleigh had put the thought in your head and it wouldn't leave.
Of course you liked Felix. Who didn't like Felix? But did you want to sleep with him? No.
Maybe.
It wasn't like he wouldn't do it if you asked. But Felix would have sex with anything that walked. And you weren't India. You were his best friend. And no matter now many times you two had pushed the line of being just friends, having sex with him would completely ruin the line all together. And then what? There nowhere to go after you start dating your best friend. If it crashes and burns it's game over. And with Felix, that was a guarantee.
You pass India going opposite of you down the hall. One of the straps of her dress is hanging off her shoulder, bedazzled high heels in her hands as she struggles to slip them back on. There's a dark purple hickey at the junction of her throat and collarbone and another lighter one above her breast. You don't say anything to her, just push past her into Felix's dorm.
He's sprawled out across the top of the bed that he never makes, shirtless and only a pair of flimsy boxers to cover his bareness. His head rolls towards you, cigarette between his lips.
"Hey," he greets, smoke spilling from his mouth. "You have a good time with Farleigh?"
You pick your way through the disaster of his room, stepping around empty boxes of pizza and abandoned articles of clothing until you find something that looks wearable. You unzip your dress, only half turned away from him as you pull on one of his shirts. He's seen you naked before and so your ass and the side of your boobs is hardly scandalous to him.
"Farleigh is an ass," you retort, crawling onto his mattress to settle into the empty space at his side. It's without a doubt the same space that India had been just a few minutes before.
Felix frowns, the piercing his brow moving downwards with the expression. "What's he said to you?" His tone is concerned because he knows how his cousin can be.
You just sigh in response, shifting into a more comfortable position at his side. Felix takes another drag of his cigarette while he waits for your response. Farleighs words run through your head again.
"Why haven't we had sex?"
He actually laughs at that one, sitting up on one of his elbows so that he can see you better. The shag of his dark brunette hair hangs over his forehead as he looks down at you. "Do you want to have sex?"
While his tone is amused and humorous, you know he's genuinely asking. Felix would never make fun of you for that kind of thing.
You shrug, looking up into his bemused brown eyes. "I don't know. Maybe?"
This conversation shouldn't be as casual as you're making it out to be, and maybe it wouldn't have been with anyone else, but this is Felix. He's your best friend.
Slowly, he leans down and places a kiss on your lips. It's fairly brief, hardly even long enough for you to kiss him back before he's pulling away. "Then let's have sex," he says, and it's as simple as that.
Felix leans down again, connecting your mouths. Without breaking the kiss, he shifts from where he'd been laying beside you to bracket your hips with his knees. His long fingers find the buttons of his shirt that you just put on and begin to unbutton them, his hands sliding down your sides until you're squirming.
"Felix," you whine, already short of breath from his touch.
"Relax, baby. I've got you," he murmurs into your mouth, sliding one of his hands into your hair, the blunt of his nails scraping against your scalp. It gives him enough purchase to tip your head back and expose your neck to his unrelenting mouth. The hot heat of his mouth pants against the underside of your jaw, the wet muscle of his tongue laving along your throat.
His other hand slides down your hip, then your thigh before coming to your panties. You have to force yourself not to squirm away in anticipation. Thankfully, Felix isn't a tease and he uses two of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. You do, however, jump when he slides them into your slick hole without any hesitation.
The bastard snickers against your throat. "Sorry," he apologizes, kissing apologetically at your jaw. "I guess I should have warned you."
All you can do is huff, your fingers tugging at his tangle of brown hair. He grins at your inability to respond before kissing your mouth again. He swallows the noise that escapes you when he curls his fingers and your back arches off of the bed. He does it again, this time scissoring them to stretch your hole. The burn is more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but it leaves you gasping into his open mouth.
Just when you think that's all he has to offer with his fingers, they somehow slip even further, hitting some part deep inside of you that you didn't even know existed. He curls them and you actually cry out, your knees knocking at his hips to push him away.
"I know, I know," he soothes, using the broadness of his shoulders to keep your legs in place. Felix curls his fingers into your smooth walls a few more times, his thumb circling your clit until you swear you can't take anymore. It's torture, the length of his two fingers inside of you.
Finally, he pulls them away before you can actually start crying. Your arousal coats his long fingers and drips down his wrist, glistening in the darkness of his room. Felix's brown eyes hold yours as he sticks them into his mouth, refusing to look away even as his tongue dips between them. You can barley swallow the spit in your mouth.
Felix grins, leaning down to kiss you. Even if you hadn't wanted to taste yourself on his lips, he doesn't give you much of a choice, his tongue dipping into your mouth. He moans, and it's quite possibly the hottest thing you've ever heard.
Then he's disconnecting your mouths to slide down his boxers. His hard cock bobs free, brushing against the lean planes of his stomach. You've seen Felix's dick before. It's no surprise to you how large he is— incredibly long with a perfectly mushroomed tip— but you've never had to think about it actually going inside of you.
His hand catches your jaw, forcing you to look at his face. There must have been flash of fear in your eyes because he murmurs sweetly, "Look at my face, okay? I want to see you."
You nod as best you can in his hold.
You're not sure if it's on purpose or not but he misses the first try, his cock sliding through your slick and nudging at your clit. Your whole body jolts but his hand at your throat holds you in place.
The second time, his mushroomed head catches at your hole and he slips in, meeting little resistance. He slides in only another inch or so before stopping, his cock already snug inside of you. You whine when he tries to push in further.
Felix kind of laughs, his hand reaching down to circle his thumb at your clit. "M'sorry, baby. You're so tight. Just give me a second."
You swallow, willing back tears. It's not that it hurts, not really, just the fact that he feels so good and you want him inside of you.
Without warning, his hand splays across your stomach and he uses the leverage to push further inside of you. This time your muscles relax enough around him and he slides all the way in.
You moan at the feel of him entirely inside of you.
“There we go,” he groans, the muscles of his abdomen contracting as he holds himself up. Now fully inside of you, he begins rocking his hips, his dick hitting that spongey spot inside of you with every thrust. Felix is breathing heavily into your ear, the squelching of him sliding in and out of you the only other sound in the room.
Soon Felix hits a spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and almost immediately you’re coming, clenching around him as you do so.
“Fuck,” he whispers. Felix thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out just before he can come inside of you. He spills partially onto the bed and partially onto your stomach. When he’s finished, he holds himself up over you avoiding his own release leaking onto you stomach.
When his eyes find yours, he grins, that signature crooked smile appearing onto his face. You can’t help but laugh, your head falling back into the pillow. Felix laughs too. Not because he particularly knows what’s so funny but because you’re laughing.
You’re laughing and he loves you.
He leans over grabbing a tissue from the box beside his bed and wipes you off as best as he can before tossing it onto the floor and laying back down beside you, an arm behind his head You rest your head on his other arm, scooting in closer to his side.
“Are we going to talk about this?” he asks, looking down at you.
You smile to yourself, watching his toes nudge yours instead of looking back at him. “About what?”
“(Y/n), we’ve been friends since grade school and probably kissed a million times.”
Eventually you look up at him, doing your best to not look so sheepish. “Farleigh told me I was worse than Oliver. Can you believe that?”
Felix scoff, his fingers scratching through your hair. “I wouldn’t fuck Oliver.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Yeah you would.”
Felix barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I would,” he agrees.
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Thinking about Felix letting you play with his fingers while he's studying I could cry
He can feel you getting fidgety beside him at his desk. You're sat in a plush pink heart-shaped chair he'd bought you specifically for his dorm room.
He offers you his hand rather covertly – as if there's someone else in the room. The invisible audience remains aloof when you take his large hand into your smaller one.
His piercing sparkles against the sun filtering through his wicker window frame.
"Ya' like your classes?" Felix asks
"Mhm," you nod. "Got a hundred on my last paper." You bend one of his fingers forward, tracing the pad of your index over one of his rings.
"Oh, yeah?" He turns to look at you softly.
There's an allude to tease in his tone.
You nod, pulling your bottpm lip between your teeth prudently.
Felix leans back into his chair, linking his hands together over his chest. He smiles teasingly at you – assessing you though his eyes never leave your own.
"Y'always like this?"
"Hm?" Your brows furrow
"Shy. You're like..." He gestures to you with a hearty laugh, "you're like a little mouse."
"I don't know–"
The smoke of his cig swirls and divets through the light of his window.
Felix's hands come down to rest on the tops of your thighs. He gently squeezes the plush of them.
"Uh huh," a grabs the cig from the decorative ashtray you'd gifted him only a few weeks prior. Dark eyes remain on your own. "Remind me what you got on that paper of yours."
"A hundered."
"Mm," he hums, taking a drag of the cigarette. His free hand squeezes the skin right above your knee. "Such a smart girl, huh."
Felix smiles from behind the cig between his lips, and you can feel heat fill your cheeks. Suddenly, you're tracing over his features, noting each one in a gooey haze.
A light tap on the side of your thigh pulls you back.
"Lemme finish this, and then I'll go get ya' some lunch, yeah?"
You nod and take hold of his hand again.
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He would burn the world for her.
Felix Carton x fem!reader
Summary: Felix and the reader don’t appreciate the looks Oliver is giving her.
Words: 1,689
Warnings: Oliver is his own warning. He’s creepy to the reader. Making out in a bathtub- not super descriptive. Yelling, cursing.
Author's note: May god bless our souls for not only watching Saltburn but also reading fanfics about it :|
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Y/N was a usual resident at Saltburn. The girlfriend of Felix Catton himself, she often found herself spending her time at his family mansion during holiday. She had a family that loved her, sure. But it couldn’t match up to the things that Saltburn, and Felix, gave her.
Oliver was one of those things. A seemingly loyal friend to her dear Felix. And she was overjoyed when he agreed to spend the summer at Saltburn with them.
She sat on a lawn chair near the pool, a bikini adorning her body. She tilts her head slightly to the side, to see her perfect Felix in the pool. A graceful smile shows on her face as she moves back to relax in the chair. She hears the sound of splashing water and soon, a shadow is felt over her body. She moves her sunglasses down her nose to peer over them. Felix stands above her, his body dripping from the pool and a large smirk across his face.
“Hi, beautiful,” he says. His smirk grows into a grin. He leans his tall body down, his arms reaching out to catch him against her chair. His frame towers over her more than it does when he’s standing.
She meets him halfway, their lips touching in a gentle kiss. Her hand moves up to the back of his neck, lightly tugging at the hair there. He groans, pushing into her lips a little rougher.
Farleigh gives a small laugh, “You two are too horny to be out here, right now. Go get a fucking room.”
Y/N pulls apart from him with a slight blush on her cheeks. Felix’s jaw clenches slightly, his head turning in Farleigh’s direction. “Don’t be jealous of what I have and you don’t.” He then leans back down to kiss Y/N as if no comment was ever made.
They made out for a little while, Y/N at Felix’s mercy. Not that he was ever a cruel lover. No, quite the opposite. He was very giving. He was a giving person in general, a quality his girlfriend admired greatly.
They pulled away from each other, Y/N slouching back against the lounger like before, and Felix going back to the pool. Her eyes closed as she heard the splash of his return to the water.
The moment was interrupted yet again, but by Felix’s voice, “Oliver! You getting in?”
Y/N opened her eyes at that to see Oliver’s answer. But Oliver’s eyes were on her. They had been on her. She could see that Felix’s question had broken his train of thought. Oliver shakes his head a bit, blinking. “Oh, uh. Not sure.”
Felix nods his head with a certain look. Y/N had seen it many times. It was a knowing look. He didn’t give two shits if Oliver got in the water, but he did care if the scholarship boy was looking at his girl a little too much. But he took that as an answer and went back to relaxing in the warm water.
But Y/N still felt Oliver’s gaze. It was quite uncomfortable now that she knew it was there. She tried to do anything to relax. She closed her eyes. She watched Felix. None of it would distract from the constant feeling of being watched by Oliver’s piercing eyes.
Hours passed and the family found themselves retiring for the night. Felix lead Y/N by the hand to his room, a routine the entire family was used to at this point. He closed the door behind them before turning around and placing his hands on her waist.
She sighed at the feeling, a relaxing end to the day. The day’s events were still bothering her, but she didn’t wish to bring them to her boyfriend’s attention. After all, Oliver was to stay here for a while, and the last thing she wanted was to cause conflict between the two.
Felix noticed the deep look in her eye. He let out a soft sigh, “How about a warm bath?”
Her eyes met his, “a bath?”
“Yeah. It’s been a long day. A warm bath might be nice. I mean we don’t have to-“
“-No. I want to. I do.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss the top of her head before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the running water is heard soon after.
She sits at the end of his bed, running her hands through her hair to calm herself. It truly did bother her, but what if it’s nothing? She knows that Felix would burn the world for her, but she didn’t know if it was worth the world burning. Not over something so stupid as a stare from one of his friends.
He returned before she had even noticed. He pulled her hands from her hair, placing them on his chest. He pulls her up easily. “C’mon, love.”
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She is straddling Felix in the tub, their bodies close. Her hands are in his hair, and his are wandering over her body, admiring every part. Their lips are locked in a passionate kiss that is getting hotter by the minute.
Why was Oliver looking at her? Was he jealous? Perhaps just curious? Did he want her? Did he want Felix? Simply judging? What does the boy want and why? He was beyond impossible to read.
Felix at this point had slowed himself, seeing that she was not reciprocating his movements. His hands now rest on the side of her thighs, keeping her in place. He pulled away softly, his tone quiet and comforting, “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
She is pulled from all of her thoughts quickly, realizing he had caught on. “Nothing, Felix. It’s nothing, really.” She moves forward to catch his lips again.
He lets her for a moment, before his hands gently grab her face, pulling her away. “Don’t lie to me. And don’t try to deflect like this. I know something is bothering you. It has been. Please. Trust me?”
The sound of the water trying to settle is all that is heard in the bathroom at this point. She finally lets out a breath, “It’s not something you can fix. I can handle it.”
He pulls her face into his hands again. “Is it something I’m doing? If it is, I-“
How could she do this to him? He was now doubting himself, and it was all her fault. She felt awful. She had to correct this.
Her hands move to each side of his chest. “No, Felix. It’s not. I promise, it’s not. You’ve done nothing.”
He nods, his jaw clenching slightly as if he knows exactly what’s bothering her at this point. “It’s Oliver, isn’t it?”
Her hand reaches up to his mouth, a finger pushed to his lips. “Shh… he’ll hear us.”
He moved his head back from her hand. “I don’t care,” he says, “If it is Oli, I understand. I noticed it today, too. And it is a big deal to me if it bothers you, angel. It bothered me, but I figured I’d let it go if it was just me noticing. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
He was the sweetest thing she had ever seen in her life. Her eyebrows lifted, “You’d do that for me?”
He smiled, “‘Course. Consider it done.”
She smiled as well, moving her body against his. Her lips connected with his once more.
…
She woke up to the sound of yelling. She sat up in bed quickly. Her hair was a mess, her body in nothing but Felix’s t-shirt and her underwear. Her head cocked to the side as the sound continued. It was coming from Oliver’s bedroom.
It was Felix’s voice.
She never heard Felix raising his voice like this before in her life. It had been raised before, yes. But never like this, and never had it had this horrid tone in it.
She pushed herself to the end of the bed, standing herself up. She ran towards his voice, opening the bathroom door and running through it to Oliver’s room. She opened that door quickly, her body standing in the doorframe.
This caught both men’s attention. They both turned to her. Oliver’s eyes widen at her attire before a smirk appeared on his face. Felix’s eyes softened as he saw her worried expression.
“Oh, angel. I’m sorry to wake you up,” Felix says, his usual sweet tone returning as if he wasn’t screaming seconds earlier.
Oliver chips in, “Yeah, sorry. Felix and I were just chatting about yo-“
A glare was sent to Oliver from Felix, shutting him up quickly. Felix turned back her her, his eyes comforting again.
“Go back to bed. Breakfast isn’t for another hour,” he said, stepping towards her.
She’s beyond confused at this point. Her hand rests against the doorframe, her eyes moving between the two men. “Is... Is everything alright, Fe?”
Felix sighs, moving towards her again. Now in front of her, his hand moves up to the side of her neck, caressing it gently. “Yeah. We’re fine. Back to bed now.”
Her eyes shift to Oliver again. He stands with a confident appearance. He has a smirk on his face, his eyes focused on her bare legs.
Embarrassed, she nods, moving backwards into the bathroom. “Alright. Good morning then, Felix,” her quiet voice says. She nods to Oliver, “Oli.”
She moves back quickly, but not quick enough, hearing Oliver quip, “Good morning to you, beautiful.”
Felix head spins back to Oliver, his voice a growl, “Don’t fucking-“
That’s all she heard, for she had went back into Felix’s room, shutting both doors. She rested her head again, letting sleep overtake her as Felix had requested.
…
When breakfast time came, Oliver was nowhere to be found, but Farleigh had blabbed to her later that Oliver had left Saltburn in a rush before breakfast with at least a black eye and a limp in his step.
She twisted the fork in her hand, her eyes focusing across the table at Felix’s bloody knuckles.
He would burn the world for her.
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um i NEED a baby fever felix fic please?? like the whole breeding thing has MY soul
Oh, anon, you get it. You totally get the idea.
𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
Warnings: nsfw, breeding
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Firstly, I just know Felix wants kids. He’s always imagined one, two at most. He was brought up on the idea that he needed to keep the family name alive, to have a son, an heir. I can imagine Elspeth keeping up this mantra throughout Felix’s life. Telling him it’s what he’s made for, it’s his duty as their son.
He would want to be the first. He would want to have a baby before Venetia (although i doubt she’d ever settle down).
But he would want to do it first. He would make the family proud.
He kept this idea up his whole life, he needed to settle down, marry and have a baby as soon as he could.
He looked all over for the right person, he knew it was you. As soon as he held your hand on the first date, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Felix would bring it up with you frequently, little jokes here and there. Late night chats “what would you name our baby?” Type thing. But deep down you could tell it was what he truly desired.
He would confront you just before your last weeks at Oxford, you were about to enter the world.
We would lay down on the foot of your bed, looking up at you lovingly as you read over your notes. A feeling of ease in the air.
“Darling?” He looks up at you, that mischievous look in his eyes you’ve come to associate with lust. “Felix, baby, not right now”. He strokes your leg lovingly, admiring the tan you’d gained from the early summer sun. “No, sweetheart, not that” he laughs.
He looks up at you, grinning, “you know.. you now how we want to be married” he rolls over, gazing at the ceiling as he takes a drag of his long dead cigarette. He waits a beat, seeing if you’d reply. “I’ve been thinking. About our future.”
And that’s where it all began.
It took a long time to convince you, I mean, you were young. You were both very young. Yet you couldn’t see a future without Felix, he was your whole world. You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.
From then on, every time he’d fuck you, he’d have intent. He needed to have you, fully have you. He can’t wait to see you stuffed with his cock, it’s all he thinks of throughout the day.
He would hold off having sex sometimes, just to build up the tension. Because he knows that when he wants to cum, he only wants to do it inside of you. Deep within your pussy.
He fucks you hard. Like it’s his last wish on earth to knock up his princess. As he thrusts into you wildly, he imagined how godly you would look with a round, swollen belly. How absolutely delicious you would be, helpless, unable to cope properly without him.
With a hard grip on your hips, Felix fucks himself harshly into you, desperate to breed you fully. To fuck you stupid.
You can feel him falter slightly, his thrusts become erratic. He’s close. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.
The thought drives him insane, over the line as he cums with hot ropes into your pussy. He fold over, caging you with his arms. His chest heaving. His body glistening, sweat beading down his chest.
“Fuck. Oh god- babe. You’re mine. Always mine, you always will be”
He throws forwards a few experimental thrusts and lets out a deep moan. “So fucking good for me”
You look so gorgeous, laying beneath him, completely still. Your pretty body twitching with pleasure.
And he refuses to pull out for so long. Making sure he knocks you up. Plugging up your sweet hole with his seed.
And then he realises, he will have to marry you soon too.
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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you
Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty
Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.
✧ Masterlist ✧
Chan
Lee Know/Minho
Changbin
Hyunjin
Han
Felix
Seungmin
I.N
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A Kiss For Christmas
Plot: When running into Felix under the mistletoe changes everything.
Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Peer-Pressure Kiss (but don't worry they both secretly really wanted to kiss - its also just a peck).
A/n: I wanted this to be longer but I was struggling for inspiration and I got stuck like half-way through, so sorry it's pretty short!
Words: 1k
You checked the time on your phone as you looked around the room. Not that many people had left yet, but you decided you had your fill of Christmas party antics for the evening. Not to mention this was abut the fifth Christmas paryy you attended in the last week and a half.
You said a few goodbyes as you made your way through your friends house. As you got to the doorway, you heard your name called by a familiar voice as Felix approached with a wide smile on his face.
"Are you leaving?"
You nodded, "Yeah I'm pretty tired."
He nodded in understanding, "I'm getting there myself, want me to take you home?"
The offer made your heart jolt as you hummed in thought. Before you could respond, you heard the loud voice of your friend in the room behind you.
As he called out, you failed to hear what he said, but as the others in the room all began smiling and pointing over at you and Felix, you began to understand what was going on.
Slowly, you looked up to see an old mistletoe hanging just above your heads. As the drunk party-goers began chanting, "Mistletoe!" you and Felix shared a look of realization.
You cringed internally, knowing that on any other occasion, this moment might be sweet or romantic even, but now it just felt awkward and forced.
"Don't leave 'em hanging Felix!" A mutual friend cackled as you sighed with a roll of your eyes.
Meeting Felix's eyes again you were a startled by the sincere and soft gaze he held, his lip's sporting a soft smile.
Before you could ask him what he thought you should do, he slowly leaned forward. You had plenty of time to react or move away, but your body seemed to freeze in place.
He pressed a brief and soft kiss to your lips before pulling away quicker than he leaned in. You noticed the tint of his ears changing almost immedietely as the group behind you cheered.
Felix could easily see the surprise you felt at his actions, and he looked desperately for some form of pleasure or excitement from it as well. You stared at him blankly and he felt his chest tighten.
As the people behind you began mumbling about another kiss Felix cleared his throat as he gently grabbed your elbow.
"Lets go before they start up again."
Seemingly coming back to your senses, you nodded mutely as you let him lead you outside. As the cold night air hit you, you shook yourself from your stupor, but your heart still raced in your chest.
Felix was watching you closely as if looking at a skittish cat that might run off at any moment.
"I'm sorry." He finally mumbled out as he adjusted himself nervously.
Realizing your stunned silence must have caused him to worry that he upset you, you shook your head softly. "No it's okay, it was just a peck anyways. I'm glad you did it- wait, no- I mean, I'm glad you did something because I wasn't sure what to do."
Felix slowly smiled in amusement as you began stuttering and becoming more flustered. He couldn't help but find it cute. As he chuckled softly, you cleared your throat as you hoped your embarrassment wasn't evident on your face.
"I'm still sorry for doing it so suddenly, without warning. I guess thinking back on it I could have just kissed your cheek, or told them to shut up, but I think I did it mainly because...I just wanted to."
You stared at him blankly for a moment as you blinked a few times. "What?"
The smile on his face showed his clear shyness at his sudden confession. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes grew a bit wider, something you had always noticed when he was nervous or bewildered.
"Honestly, I saw you heading under the mistletoe and that's why I called out your name, but I hadn't realized so many people were in the room behind you so it became more awkward."
"You... tried to stop me under the mistletoe on purpose?"
He nodded softly and you couldn't help but smile. "If the situation had been different, I would have reacted differently too." You admitted and his smile widened.
"Like...kissing me back?"
You giggled under your breath before you nodded your head, "Yeah, like kissing you back."
He cleared his throat softly before taking a step closer to you, causing your heart to skip. "What if... I kissed you now? Would you kiss me back?"
"Hmm," You pretended to think about it before you smiled almost teasingly, "I suppose there is only one way to know."
He grinned at your response as he stepped closer, his eyes flicking back and forth between your lips and eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, pausing briefly before your lips touched, as if checking you wouldn't pull away. When you didn't, he closed the gap and kissed you.
After a short moment to make him wonder, you kissed him back. You felt him smile into the kiss before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
Pulling away a few moments later to catch your breath, you both grinned giddily as he continued to hold you close to him, swaying you back and forth.
"Why didn't we do that sooner?"
You hummed, "Because both of us are oblivious?"
He shrugged his head before he chuckled, "Yeah that's probably it."
As you gazed at each other in pleasant silence, you spoke softly. "Now I don't want to go home."
Your previous desire to be at home snuggled in bed was replaced by your desire to stay with Felix for a bit longer.
"Well, I do know a place nearby that stays open late. You hungry?"
It didn't matter if you were hungry or not, you nodded fervently as Felix chuckled, just as glad to have an excuse to stay with you longer. And hopefully he would find a few more excuses to kiss you before the night was out.
xx End xx
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alesia / felix hugo fraldarius
direct continuation of et tu? / ao3 link
tags: fem!reader, reader has a personality, manipulation, noncon mentioned
plot: felix fears the aftermath of last night's horrendous acts more than he regrets the acts themselves.
It’s 5 am and Felix is standing in a kitchen that is not his. His body longs to heed the siren call of sweet slumber, but his mind remains restless and cagey, body unstill waters at high tide. His thoughts rage, space behind his eyes throbbing, lost to the choppy waves of the storm.
There is a certain feeling about 5 am. An unreality composed of rolling fog and endless pale. The blue floods into the kitchen, through the curtains above the two industrial sinks, stainless steel and spotless. Not a single dish to be seen. A kitchen island, bare of all but an empty wooden bowl and a pile of napkins, spans ‘cross the extent of the kitchen. It’s the size of a typical middle class bathroom, and hardly ever used.
He stands in the blue and lets it envelop him. shutting his tired eyes as if to block out the reality which swarms him. It doesn’t work, because every time he blinks, you are still there squeaking and squealing while they manhandle your prone body, strain your flesh in the shape of their palms and fingers. APart of him doesn’t regret what happened, what he did. Perhaps this is for the best. Eventually, Dimitri or Sylvain would have made their move, and would have taken you in a similarly irrevocable way.
Now, one of them will pony up and make a move, proposing to you at best. If they don’t, perhaps he will. It’s only right that one of them takes responsibility.
It’s sheer coincidence that taking responsibility happens to align with his own, selfish wants. He feels nauseous with it—not the guilt’s presence but the overbearing urge to indulge in you despite it. He knows what kind of monster he is, now. He hopes you will see it, too. Hopes you’ll see it and run far, far away from here, as much as it would rend him to pieces.
Stumbling footsteps alert him to the presence of another moments before you bumble into the kitchen on fawn legs. You’ve thrown on the night’s previous clothes, shirt rumpled and skirt askew, hair a mess. The drowsy look on your face is horrendously endearing. It suits you. It wipes away his hope that you’ll leave, because he needs you and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never sees you again. Your eyelids dip and rest half-mast, bleary in a way that makes him so desperately want to tuck you in, as if he still has the right to.
He opens his mouth, but cannot quite find the words. What is there to say after the atrocities he actively took part in? Where was he to go from here? What would his life look like without you in it? The thought nearly makes him shudder, cold rushing down his spine.
But before he can plunge further into the inky black of that bleak train of thought, you speak.
“Felix?” Your voice is small and quiet in the massive, cavernous space of the kitchen.
“Good morning.” He could laugh. What a thing to say after last night. He is not a tender man. It is not in his nature to be delicate, to appropriately handle what is soft and easily breakable. But for you, he tries. He bends the iron bars of his rigid nature, allowing whatever tenderness remains to fly free. He can feel his worn expression yield into something less severe, a winsome little smile just for you. “Are you hungry? Do you want some water?” he asks, already shifting around the island and towards the sinks.
Your hooded gaze blinds wide awake, alerted by his sudden approach. Your shoes scuff against the polished wood as you scramble backwards, a fear in you that makes his stomach drop. He deserves it, he knows, but it still hurts, still wrenches him in a place he hadn’t thought still existed, a piece of him that withered like soft petals under winter’s first frost.
That very same frost curls its claws into his chest as you shrink away.
“Uh—” you stutter. “I should get going, actually… I have an early day.” You smile. It’s not your real smile. It’s the face you wear when trying to placate pushy strangers, when trying to deescalate a situation that’s growing out of your control. He’s glimpsed it, before, on rare nights when Sylvain managed to drag you out to bar hop. He swallows.
“I’ll call a car for you,” he exhales, fucking out of one of the side doors. The urge to look back is agonizing in its intensity. This could be the last time he ever sees you. The last time he hears your voice or knows your kindness.
Against his own wants and wishes, he knows better. This is far from the last time he will see you. He knows this because he knows Dimitri, knows Sylvain and knows himself. And he knows you. He knows to a degree that is painful. Knows it all down to the marrow.
#fe3h/reader#fire emblem three houses/reader#felix/reader#felix hugo fraldarius/reader#fe3h x reader#oz write#poliocetics tag
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I’d let that little abnormality of a man do illegal things to me.
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pairing: felix catton x reader 🎀
summary: felix is your stepbrother. what happens if you hear him moaning your name in the bathtub? no one needs to know.
warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom felix, sub reader, size kink, dacryphilia, slight choking, creampie, mdni!
word count: 2k
you tossed in your sheets, impossible to get comfortable. every position seemed make you ache, and you were too warm under the blankets, and too cold on top of them. your frustrated huff was the only sound in the quiet night, so you pulled ourself out of bed. the door creaked open, and you crossed the hallway, bare feet padding softly on the marble floors, on your way to felix’s room. it became a habit that you would crawl into felix’s bed and him pulling you close to caress your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.
felix was your stepbrother. you lost your parents when you were very young, and since your family was always close to the cattons, sir james brought you into their home and raised you just like one of his own. so you and felix were always really close. he was protective caring and sweet as if you were his real sister. when you two got older and went to collage, felix was very overprotective over you when it came to you talking to guys, wanting to protect your purity. people would usually think that you two were a couple, the way you would sit in felix’s lap during break or how he would fix your hair when it’s messy or kiss your cheek or temple goodbye.
but on this night when you slipped into felix’s room, you noticed that it was empty. worried as to where he had gone and a bit fussy, you went to look for him, when suddenly you saw light and steam coming from the bathroom. as you grew closer you heard your name being called a in soft but groaning tone, so you curiously advanced till you got to the gap of the door. looking through the gap you saw your stepbrother in the bathtub, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and his hand stroking himself. you again heard him moaning your name. happily that you found him but not wanting to scare him, you slowly opened the door.
the sound of your feet made him stop his movements and his dark eyes flitted up to you as you drew closer, taking in the sight of you in your short little nightgown. you had no clue how sexy and cute you looked, even as you knuckled at your eyes with a sleepy pout on your face. his deep voice bounced off the room “couldn’t sleep, doll? come here.” so you slipped off your nightgown and joined him in the tub and he pulled you to sit down sideways on his lap. you snuggled down against his chest, with your head resting under his chin. he sighed gently, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. “can’t sleep without you, lix” you mumble softly against his warm skin. he hummed slowly and he felt his heart squeeze. felix placed soft and slow butterfly kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb. the he kissed your lips sensually, his large hands coming to your bum squeezing it and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips as you whined.
“lix?” you murmured against his lips.
“what is it, princess?” his heart melted when he saw your glossy eyes.
"m’feeling achey” you whispered looking up at him wriggling from the feeling of lust that built between your thighs.
knowing what that meant he reached his hands down to your thighs, then slowly trailed his fingers upwards until he touched you brushing over your swollen clit, he had to resist letting out a groan “I can help you baby, do you trust me?” you made affirmative whimper sounds as you nodded quickly looking up at him again with a desperate but curious look “I love you lix, but is this okay for brother and sister to do?“
he laughed softly as he looked at you. his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes became filled with desire. your innocent and submissive persona was too much for him to resist, and he felt like he would burst “we love each other right? and no one needs to know”
he guided his fingers against to your exposed cunt, circling around it as you made needy sounds. working in the first finger making you mewl in pleasure, thrusting and curling it slowly before easing in a second one making you already feel very full. squirming and whining “too big” on top of him made him coo “shh doll, you can take it, I need to work you open for me a bit” placing a kiss on your cheek before moving his fingers more quickly in and out of you spreading them. feeling the pleasure more and more building up you tighten around his fingers, fussing when he went to pull them out “please lix, please I’m not done-“ you blabber as a few desperate tears roll down your cheeks.
trying to distract you from the emptiness he took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his already very hard throbbing cock. "that’s not going to fit, you’re too big, lix," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at his big cock, your stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. felix gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth while massaging the other one, while you arch your back towards him.
"so sweet-" he coos gripping my chin making you meet his eyes, "are you sure you want to?"
"yes." you reassure.
he reveled in your pretty moans, using his hand to stroke and line himself up with your cunt. he antagonizingly but carefully pulled you down on his cock, stretching you open.
you wince and gasp slightly when he reaches halfway, "I know it’s a lot just a little more”. he coils his fingers between yours again, to distract you.
"gotta relax baby, I got you," he strokes your hand with his thumb before bringing his other to rub your clit. the pain melted away quickly as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses.
he continues to bottom out and moves deeper as you got accustomed on the new sensations, the feeling of him filling you to the brim by pure size and the gentle pleasure from circling your clit. your whimper was loud as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, you felt impossibly full from his thick and long cock. your nails softly dug into his biceps, he began to gently build up a slow yet punishingly deep pace.
“baby, you are so tight, squeezing me so well” a groan fell from his lips as he threw back his head as your warm walls hugged his cock.
his slow deep pace settled into a faster more desperate one, pounding your cunt, hoisting you up and down by your waist all intent to be gentle with you disappeared.
“such a good girl for me, so small but taking me so well” he grunts and you let out needy moans, desperate tears falling down your cheeks as you sob out his name. felix watched you with a slight smug grin feeling himself getting even harder.
"look so pretty crying for my cock, sweetheart” placing a hand around your neck squeezing ever so slightly making your head spin.
“pleas-“ you try but his pace is so fast and rough now, water is splashing out the tub and your thoughts are completely empty now.
"I think l've fucked you dumb, baby” he said in a slight condescending tone letting him do everything, use you how he wants squelching and thudding as he slams inside you.
“lix, m’feeling funny, feels like I need to pee” you say in a whine, your eyes glazed with innocence. with felix’s orgasm also already close, his thrusts slightly sloppy and mumbles encouragingly “just let go, doll, you can do it.”
you let out a high pitch moan when a sensation hits you like lightning making you shake and shiver as you clench your thighs together clinging to felix. your reaction pushes him to his climax as he pushes one last time balls deep into your tight hole, twitching and filling you with his release to the brim.
felix caresses your hair gently holding you close. “you did so good for me, my girl” he whispers and kisses your forehead. you were too exhausted to move so your eyes fluttered closed as you sank into the full feeling.
“let’s go to sleep, hm?”
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felix and his gf being at saltburn and felix noticed ollie acting weird towards her and gets upset at him!!!!!!
The eyes, Chico. || Felix Catton x reader
A/n: YAY TY FOR THE REQUEST! PLS SEND THRU MORE
Warnings: fem!reader, Oliver being a creep, swearing, smoking, if there’s anything else lmk!
Wc: 826
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Feeling Felix’s thumb rub circles on your back, you flutter your eyes open and are met with his smile. "Mornin', baby," he greets you, and you respond with a lazy smile, relishing the comforting embrace of his body. His chuckle resonates through his chest, a gentle vibration against you. "It's too early, Felix," you murmur softly, wanting to fall back into slumber.
"Breakfast starts soon, aren't you hungry?" Felix questions, a playful tone lacing his words. You shake your head. "Yes, you are. Don't lie. I can hear your stomach," he asserts with a laugh, and you can't help but crack a smile in response. "Fine," you concede.
You and Felix make your way to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast awaits. You greet everyone good morning, almost forgetting that Oliver is here at Saltburn too.
You don’t understand why Felix invited him over; they barely know each other. Even when you confront your boyfriend about it, he just says that he feels bad for him, that he's going through some things at home.
Honestly, he's sort of a strange guy. You always catch him looking away from you when you look at him, around school, his eyes widen the slightest when he sees you walking down the corridors, and then he focuses his gaze on the ground. One time, he even bumped into a pole because he wasn't looking where he was going.
But today, he seems even more odd. The unease is palpable as you sit down at the table. The morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.
As you and Felix engage in light morning banter, you catch Oliver staring at you. His gaze is intense, lingering longer than is comfortable. At first, you dismiss it, thinking maybe he's just lost in thought. However, the oddity of his behavior becomes more apparent as the meal progresses.
Oliver’s eyes follow your every move, and you feel an unsettling awareness of his gaze on you. It’s as if his attention is fixated solely on you. You exchange a glance with Felix, who seems oblivious to Oliver’s strange behavior at first.
You try to focus on your plate, on the conversation with Felix, but the weight of Oliver’s gaze is distracting. It’s not the kind of attention you want or need, especially coming from a guy who's already odd enough.
You try to enjoy breakfast, but the uneasy feeling persists. Oliver’s eyes seem to follow you, and you sense a strange tension in the air. However, as the minutes pass, even Felix begins to sense the unease in the air.
“You alright, Ollie?” Felix's timely interjection is a relief. Oliver shifts his focus from you to Felix and responds with a casual, "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm good." A smile graces his face as he savors a spoonful of breakfast as your eyes flicker between the two, watching the interaction. You can't help but wonder if Venetia or Farleigh picked up on the awkward tension in the air.
As breakfast concludes, you can’t shake off the lingering discomfort. “Remind me why you brought Oliver to Saltburn again?” You question your boyfriend beside you as you continue your skincare routine.
Felix, sensing the need for discretion, swiftly moves to the door leading to Oliver's room. "Shh, don't be so loud," he cautions in a hushed tone, closing the door behind him with a sense of urgency.
"Darling, I know he's been acting weird—" Felix begins, coming up behind you, but you swiftly cut him off. "Oh, he's been acting more than weird. I could barely focus at breakfast with his eyes on me," you huff, applying sunscreen to your face, preparing for a day out in the sun by the lake. The tension in the air is palpable as you address the unease surrounding Oliver's peculiar behavior.
"I know, I know. He just has a... tendency to stare. He's probably admiring how gorgeous you are. Aren't you used to the stares?" He bends down to kiss your cheek, and you roll your eyes in response.
"He should know it's rude to stare," you say in a sing-song voice as you pack up your skincare products. "Don't mind him," Felix adds, his large hands wrapping around your bare stomach, giving your hips a slight squeeze.
The hot temperature outside and the high UV ray lead you, Venetia, Farleigh, Felix, and Oliver outside to lounge by the lake. As you settle on the blanket, the odd tension with Oliver becomes more pronounced. He positions himself nearby, and you catch him stealing glances at you.
It’s not the casual glances friends share; they're lingering, intense stares that make you uneasy. You exchange puzzled glances with Venetia, both of you trying to make sense of Oliver’s peculiar behavior.
“That Oliver has a staring problem, doesn’t he?” Venetia comments, readjusting her sunglasses that sit on her nose. “You saw the stares this morning right?” You turn your head towards her as she does the same. “I think everyone could sense the awkwardness between you two.”
You sigh, closing your eyes and turning your head back. “He’s so strange. I still can’t wrap my head around why Felix invited him here.” You try to focus on the conversation with Venetia, hoping to ignore Oliver’s odd glances. However, his behavior persists.
As you and Venetia engage in conversation by the lounge chairs, Oliver’s attention seems solely fixed on you. It’s as if he’s not present in the moment, lost in his own thoughts. The picturesque surroundings lose their charm as the atmosphere becomes charged with an unspoken tension.
“Is he looking,” You say lowly to Venetia, who discreetly looks behind you before humming. “Fucks sake,” You groan, turning your head only to find his eyes looking at his hands. Rolling your eyes, you gravitate your gaze to Felix right beside you.
Felix, sensing the unease, stands up to move his chair closer to yours, a protective gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when he places his large hand on your thigh. You appreciate his presence, but the situation with Oliver casts a shadow over what should have been a carefree day by the lake.
The discomfort peaks when you decide to take a break and lie down on the blanket, soaking up the sun’s warmth. Venetia joins you, and you both close your eyes, attempting to find solace in the peaceful surroundings.
However, Oliver’s peculiar behavior doesn’t wane. As you lie there, eyes closed, you sense his eyes on you, a prickling awareness that mars the tranquility of the moment. You open your eyes to find Oliver glancing at you again, a furtive gaze that makes you uneasy.
Venetia, too, notices the strange dynamic and shoots you a concerned look. You spot Farleigh and Felix in deep conversation, Farleigh glancing at Oliver from time to time before giving you a look, silently communicating the shared discomfort.
“Fuck this, I’m going to take a bath,” You mutter annoyed as everyone watches you get up from your towel. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you walk over to Felix. “I’m going to take a bath,” You lean down to kiss him as he hums.
“I’ll come join you in a sec,” He says, his hands toying with the strings on your bikini bottoms. With a brief exchange of nods, you make your way back to Saltburn and to Felix’s bathroom, which connected to Oliver’s room.
The cold water is already calling your name, promising respite from the tension that clings to the air. Closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath, hoping the solitude of the bath will provide the sanctuary you need.
Little do you know that the shadows of unease follow you into the bathroom. As you start to run the water, the events of the morning replay in your mind. The odd glances, the tension at breakfast—all of it weaves into a disconcerting tapestry.
Stripping off your bikini-clad body, you let out a moan of relief when your warm body makes contact with the cold water. Lighting up a cigarette, another sigh of relief escapes you.
Unbeknownst to you, Felix decides to retrieve something from Oliver’s room. As he opens the door, the scene before him freezes him in his tracks. Oliver, standing too close, is peering through the crack of the bathroom door, watching you in the bath.
Felix’s initial surprise gives way to a flash of anger. “What the fuck, Ollie?” he exclaims, his voice cutting through the silence. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the commotion outside. You hear Felix yelling as you quickly get out the tub, wrapping a robe around your naked body before emerging from the bathroom.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams as Oliver stammers, caught red-handed, unable to form a coherent response. You move beside Felix, rubbing your hand up and down his arm, trying to ease him down.
“You can’t just invade someone’s privacy like that,” Felix continues, his tone sharp. “What were you thinking, watching through the door like some creep?” His eyes were blown out, his face red as Oliver just stood there distressed.
“That’s so fucked up, Oliver.” You say quietly, though your tone and glare were ice cold. Oliver, looking sheepish and guilty, attempts to explain himself. “I-I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”
Felix’s frustration deepens, and he points out, “Sorry is going to cut it, mate. What’s been going on with you? The staring, the weird glances—it’s not normal, man. We’re supposed to be friends. She’s my girlfriend, and you’ve been creeping her the fuck out!”
The room is charged with tension as the two friends face off. Felix, normally calm and collected, is visibly shaken by the breach of trust. You stand there, wrapped in a towel, feeling a mixture of concern and disgust for Oliver and an urge to comfort Felix.
Oliver, fumbling for words, finally admits, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I messed up, and I completely understand if you’re mad.” Felix lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back as Oliver gulps.
“Mate, we’re more than just mad. What you did is so fucking wrong,” Felix spat as Oliver says nothing but nods his head lightly. "I think it’s best if you leave, Ollie," you tighten the robe around your body as Felix lets out a deep sigh, running his hands through his hair as Ollie nods, his gaze on the ground.
“Of course. I’m sorry again,” he apologizes as you give him one final look, grabbing Felix’s arm and pulling him with you back into the bathroom. Felix looks over his shoulder at Oliver, slamming the door shut and locking it.
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a/n hi i have explanation as to why i was gone for so long please don’t sue me. i wrote this after watching saltburn and watching 2037633 felix edits. but i honestly forgot how to write so im getting back into it. don’t judge :P
summary it’s 2006 and you’re an american who recently decided to study overseas in england at oxford and there’s one person who just won’t leave you alone
pairings felix catton x american!reader
warnings smut, orgasm control, begging, foul language, creampie/breeding, overstimulation, slight choking, oral sex, not proofread, smoking cigarettes(not reader), unprotected sex, fluff, angst, name calling, daddy kink, praise, 18+ MINORS DNI
chips or crisps?
“can i just get a vodka martini?” you ask the bartender. he nods and quickly scurries off to make your drink.
england is not what you expect it to me. it’s nice. nicer than america in your opinion but the people were something.
one person you just couldn’t shake stood in all his glory across the pub. “he’s gorgeous right?” a redheaded girl says as she walks from his direction towards you.
“uh no not really” you lie. no one in their right mind could think that felix catton was unattractive. he’s 6’5, has a gorgeous smile, and a very very hot body. the only thing about him that bothered you was how he teased you. m
you didn’t know if it was because you liked him or what. “no one thinks felix is unattractive. felix doesn’t even think felix is unattractive.” the redhead continues saying.
“um do i know you?” you ask as the bartender slides your drink across the bar and you had him 4 pounds. “oou an american. i’m annabel” she says.
“hm.” you say and turn to look in felix’s direction again. hes now looking over at the bar where you and annabel are. first hes staring at annabel and then his eyes wander over to you; catching your gaze. you quickly look away not wanting to hold eye contact but for some reason your eyes wander right back to him.
he’s now smiling at you goofily because you got caught staring.
you roll your eyes and turn back facing the bar. annabel walks away after getting her drinks and now you’re officially by yourself again.
just the way you liked it.
you finish off your drink and quickly get a new one.
times passes and more people start filing into the pub; which calls for more drinks. “chips or crisps?” you hear next to you and you already know who it is.
“what do you want felix?” you groan and throw your head back.
the way your mouth is open and your neck is exposed makes felix feel a way inside. “is it chips or crisps?”
“felix i swear-“ you begin but he cuts you off. “you swear what love?” he begins and you finally look at him, “you’re you’re slap me? you’ve done that before.”
“what is your fascination with me?” you snap and he looks so amused.
“that,” he says a points at me, “what you just did is my fascination with you love.” furrowing your eyebrows he continues, “the way i get you all riled up without even touching you.” he says and his mouth is next to your ear at the point.
the smell of bourbon wraps around your head and into your nose. “you’re drunk.” you say and he chuckles.
“i’m not. lighten up y/n, you know i like teasing you.”
you can’t really tell if he’s lying so you just stop talking hoping he goes away after he gets his drinks.
newsflash: he doesn’t.
“y/n?” he says.
“what could you want now felix?”
“talk to me, love.”
“don’t call me that.. and no.”
“you just spoke to me.”
you don’t speak this time and he chuckles, “this little game we’re playing,” he begins and gestures between the two of you,” is lovely.” his accent warms you inside.
“i’m leaving.” you groan and push off your chair. you quickly gather your purse and coat before walking out; all while not even glancing at felix.
the cold england air hits you like a truck as you step outside. “it’s awfully cold.” felix says.
you jump at the unexpected sound of his voice. “felix what the hell are you doing?”
“don’t be foolish y/n. it’s 10 at night. i’m walking you back to your dorm.”
“i don’t need you to walk me back.” you say and he shrugs, “i didn’t ask you that did i?”
“whatever.” you begin walking and you can hear felix walking behind you.
after about 5 minutes of walking he finally speaks, “so y/n why don’t you like me?”
you ignore him but he won’t take that for an answer, “y/n answer the bloody question.”
you still don’t answer.
“for fucks sake,m y/n.” he says and he sounds upset. “whatever.” is all you hear before a hand wraps around your wrist pulling you between a small alley.
“felix let go.” you groan in annoyance that he won’t just leave you alone. but behind your little act, you want him to bother you; in more ways than others.
“stop acting like i don’t exist.” he begins as he gets close to your ear, “stop acting like i don’t have an effect on you.”
“you don’t.” you whisper and that pisses him off more.
“y/n,” he scoffs and you feel yourself beginning to get wet,”you act the way you do because you know, everything i do makes you feel good.”
if only he knew how true that statement was.
you shake your head, looking up at him. “listen, im not like every other girl who bows down to you. you can’t think i’m just gonna give out.”
“and why wouldn’t you love? i see the effect i have on you. i try to be so nice to you love.. and you push me away.” he begins as his hand slides into your mini skirt. “i bet you’re soaking for me.”
you refuse to make eye contact so you look down at his chest. “look at me love.” you shake your head now causing him to grab you by your jaw. “i said look at me.”
you whimper quietly at the feeling of his hand now touching the wet spot of your panties. felix’s eyes soften at your sound, “do i make you this wet love?”
after a few seconds, you finally give into all the feelings. so you nod your head but this doesn’t satisfy him, “words.”
“yes.”
“good girl. now,” he begins before pulling his hands out of your panties; causing you to whimper again at the lost of touch, “let’s go to my dorm. i’m not taking you in a bloody alley, darling.”
with that, he grabs your hand and begins walking quickly in the direction of the dorms. you can’t help but notice how big his hand is compared to yours.. and how long his legs are. one of his steps is 3 of yours.
after another 30 seconds of walking he stops. “you walk awfully slow love.”
“well sorry i’m not-“ you begin but yelp as your feet leave the ground and felix throws you over his shoulder. “felix put me down!” you groan.
“darling we are like 3 minutes away. just let me carry you.” he says and smacks your butt. the stinging feeling after keeps you quiet.
those three minutes pass so quickly you don’t even realize he’s walked the stair of his dorm and is now unlocking the door.
slowly, felix sets you down and points to the bed. “take your skirt off.”
you hum in response before pulling your skirt down. he’s watching you intently with his arms crossed. his button up shirt is unbuttoned halfway down; revealing his sculpted chest.
“now your,” he begins and points at your panties. as you slide them off the moon shines on your glistening folds and a low groan comes out of him.
as you discard of you panties, felix walks over and stands between your legs. “look at me.” you do as he says, “is this what you want?”
felix begins squatting down slowly. “do you want to be mine y/n?” he ask when he’s parellel with your pussy. his hot breath sends shivers up your spine. “hm y/n? answer me love.”
his hands wrap around your thighs. “yes felix.. that’s what i want.” you moan out as he begins kissing your inner thigh.
“well before we start.. call me daddy.” he lips your pussy in between words, “and you only cum when i say so. understood?”
you whimper lightly, “yes daddy.”
you’d never called a guy daddy before but it got you off more than you expected.
“well then,” with that felix’s mouth attacks your folds and clit causing your back to arch in pleasure.
your hands find his hair as he continues licking up and down your slit; ever so often he’ll hum and the feeling it gives almost pushes you over the edge.
“can i cum please daddy?” you ask and he hums something that sounds like a no. “please, please i want to cum.”
the begging and humming goes on for another minute or so until felix stops. “what happened?” you ask breathlessly.
“you tasted delicious darling, but i don’t want you to cum until i’m in you.”
he quickly pecks you on the lips before rolling you onto your stomach. you can’t see what he’s doing but his shadow cast on the wall as he stands.
you hear his belt being undone and soon his hand cupping your ass. “god, you’re perfect darling” he groans as his hand slides down; his accent is music to your ears.
“thank you..” you moan as he moves his dick between your wet folds. “thank you what?”
his hand wraps around your throat, “say it y/n.” the way your name rolls off his lips makes you feel so good. “thank you daddy.”
“good girl.” with that he slides in. you couldn’t see how big it was but you could definitely feel it. you moan in pleasurable pain as he stretches you.
doggystyle wasn’t always your first choice of positions because after a lot bit it was too much. every thrust would hit your cervix and begin hurting but with felix: it felt good.
“so- damned- tight.” he says and thrust harder in between words. you dig your face into the comforter moaning.
his hand snakes around your body to the front and begins rubbing your clit in small agonizingly pleasing circles. “felix-“
a sharp smack hits your ass, “that’s not my name y/n.”his hips continue to smack into you as he fucks you senselessly. “what’s my name?”
“fuck i need to cum.” you moan and he smacks your ass again, before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you up towards his chest continuing to fuck you. the new position caused him to hit your g spot in more ways than before. “what’s my name?” he ask through gritted teeth.
you’d never felt this kind of pleasure with anyone before. “can i please cum, daddy?”
“that’s what i like to hear.. but no.” his hand continues massage your swollen bud as he breathes heavily on your neck; fucking you maliciously. “god, do you feel god. all wet for me.. letting me fuck you to no avail like daddys slut.”
“please can i come daddy? please.. you feel so good.” you moan,
he pushes you back onto the bed, holding your by the neck; keeping you in place. “please daddy can i cum?” the feeling of release deepens so much and you can’t take it.
“i can’t take it.” you say through pleasured cries. the way he rubs your clit and hits your g spot repeatedly overstimulates you.
“yes you can and you will y/n.” he begins, “you’re mine now. all mine. no one could fuck you like i do. don’t you agree?”
you nod while whimpering out hushed “yes daddy”’s
“good. do you want to cum?”
“yes, yes please.”
“beg. and make sure it’s loud. i want everyone in this dorm to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock.”
“please daddy. please can i come? i want to make you feel good.” you plead and you have to admit: you can be louder.
“that’s not loud enough darling.” he says and stops rubbing your clit. the lost of friction causes you to whimper. “louder.”
“please daddy. i need to come. please, i can’t take it anymore.” you grab the sheets of his bed and grip them tight as an anchor as he fucks you.
“louder y/n, you’re almost there.” he groans. you can tell he’s getting close as well. his grip on your hips has tightened and you can feel his shaft pulsing slightly against your walls.
his fingers touch your clit again and you moan loudly, “oh my gosh, can i please cum daddy? you feel so good in me. i want to cum all on your dick.”
this time you’re so loud he’s even threatened to cover your mouth. “cum love. milk my cock like i know you’ve wanted too since we met”
at the sound of his permission, you release your orgasm. white flashes take over your vision as you release what felix has took his time to build up.
he continues to fuck you through your orgasm causing more pleasure. moaning loudly, you arch your back towards him. “holy hell, you’re so tight around me.”
he groans and pushes your hips into the bed. his thrust begin to slow and become sputtered movements. “you were made for me y/n.. so perfect.” he groans as releases hot white spurts that coat your walls.
the way he talks to you turns you on even more as you come down from your high. he continues to fuck you slowly as his cum drips out of you and onto your clit.
“fuck y/n..” he moans softly as he pulls out slowly. you continue laying down trying to catch your breath as he stands.
you hear things being more behind you but you’re too weak to turn your head and look. after a few seconds, you feel felix straddling you. “roll over.”
you do as he says to reveal he’s holding a cloth. “open your legs for me..”
slowly, you open your legs to reveal your swollen sex. “you did so good love.”
felix squats lowly and begins wiping you up. “thank you.”
smiling at you he continues,”but you know.. you never answered my question.”
“hm?”
“chips or crisps?”
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