fighting for my life

You knew you were allowed to touch yourself, permission or not. But, sometimes, it made you feel guilty and you could only blame your upbringing. You were rubbing slow circles on your clit while squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You collect some of the slick beginning to escape you and continue rubbing your clit. You moan as you think about what Felix could do for you when he comes home and insert a finger, testing yourself. 

As you pinpoint your g spot, you shiver at the feeling of the spongy interior on the pad of your finger. When you add a second, you decide to call Felix. 

“Hey honey, what’s up?” he says as he answers the phone. 

You pull your fingers out and massage your clit, doing your best to sound normal when you respond. “Hey, are you on your way home? And preferably alone?” you shyly ask. 

Felix chuckles a little before saying, “Yes, I am. Are you feeling needy?” His voice goes down in pitch, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. 

“Yeah- I- I want you to come home soon. Safely, but soon,” you murmur, your hips bucking into your hand. “You make me feel so good.” 

“What are you doing right now, little one? Tell me how you’re touching yourself,” he asks. 

You bite your lip at his question, holding back any noise even if you were alone. “I’m rubbing my clit and playing with my chest,” you tell him. “Putting my fingers in me some too, but it's not as good as your dick.” 

Felix laughs on the other end, and you put him on speakerphone. 

“Lixie~” you whine.

“I know, I’m sure it doesn’t. But you gotta relax and let yourself open so I can fit in you,” he says. 

“Want you in me. ‘M so tight,” you whine, inserting two fingers again and pressing against your g spot as you finger yourself. 

“Can you add another finger for me, little one?” Felix asks. 

Willing to comply, you see if a third works well. Felix knows you struggle using your fingers at times and would never be mad if it didn’t feel good. 

“No, is no good,” you say, your fingers awkward inside of you. 

“That’s okay. Why don’t you go back to rubbing your clit for me?” 

You nod and do as he says, wishing your body was producing more lubricant on its own. 

“Be gentle with yourself. Do you need to use lube?” Felix reminds you. “I need to hear you, honey.” 

“Sorry, Lixie,” you whine, reaching over to his side of the bed and getting out the lube. 

“Don’t be sorry, love,” he laughs in his regular voice, a gentle reassurance to you. 

You squirt some of the lube onto your fingers before returning to your previous position. 

“Feels better now,” you admit. “Good. Keep touching your clit for me,” Felix says, his voice going deeper again. 

“Yes sir,” you moan. “Wish it was your mouth. Feels so much better that way…” 

“Yeah? I know it does. But only good little ones get rewarded that way,” he says, and you know he is planning something. “But I want to cum-” you brattily begin. “Tsk, you can cum when I tell you to,” Felix cuts you off. 

You whine at his words, only picking up pace. 

“Are you getting close, honey?” he asks, his tone almost demeaning. 

“Ye-yeah,” you moan. 

“I want you to stop touching yourself now and wait. Don’t move a muscle until I’m in the room,” Felix instructs. 

He falls silent for a moment, waiting for you to respond. But all he hears is your whines as you keep touching yourself. “Can you do that for me, honey?” he asks sweetly. 

You pause touching yourself and answer him, “Ye-yeah, I can- I can try.” 

“Good, that’s what I want to hear. I’m going to hang up, so stay still. I will know if you disobey. I always know,” Felix reminds you. 

He hears you whine in response and you can picture him rolling his eyes with a smile perfectly. “I love you,” Felix says, waiting for you to say it back. 

You sigh and huff, “I love you too.”

“See you soon,” Felix murmurs before hanging up and leaving you in absolute agony. 

You keep your hands on the sides of your thighs, keeping your legs open and resisting the urge to touch yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes when you hear the front door open. Your muscles twitch to move, feeling a whole new wave of arousal knowing Felix was home. He takes his time coming to the bedroom. You hear him taking off his shoes and washing his hands. 

Finally, Felix comes into the room with a cheeky grin showing off his sharp white teeth. 

“Good job honey,” he lowly praises, climbing onto the bed right between your thighs and diving right in. 

Felix’s mouth immediately connects with your clit, and his teeth graze over your sensitive folds as he nibbles ever so slightly on your clit. 

A loud moan escapes you as you buck your hips into his mouth. His hands keep your thighs open as he sucks on your clit, eagerly listening to your whines and drinking in the sight of you quickly coming undone from him. 

“You can cum when I tell you to, little one,” Felix reminds you, biting on your thigh and pushing his fingers inside of you.

“Yes sir,” you breathlessly respond, squeaking as his mouth attaches to your clit again. You had worked yourself up so much, and the anticipation for him didn’t help at all. 

A soft hum escapes him as he sucks hard, causing a stronger jolt of pleasure to race through your body. His fingers expertly find your g spot as he thrusts them in you, enjoying as your moans get louder than the lewd noises. You knew he was prepping you to take him, and you were thankful for that, but he was too good at it. 

“Felix, Lix, please,” you softly moan, reaching for his hair. 

“Does my pretty little one need something?” he hums, looking up at you. The lust was obvious in his gaze, and your arousal coating his chin causes you to clench around his fingers. 

“Mhm! Can you- ah- please let me- let me cum?” you do your best to ask despite the fact that he keeps thrusting his fingers perfectly. 

“You can go ahead and cum then. Want to taste your cum,” Felix groans, replacing his fingers with his tongue and using his fingers to rub your clit how he knows you like it. 

The sensation makes your legs shake, and you break eye contact away from his intense gaze as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out his name and your hips buck, but he firmly keeps you down with a hand on your lower stomach. The light pressure helps increase the intensity of your orgasm, and you feel yourself floating away. 

“That’s it, Y/N, you did so well for me,” you hear Felix’s soft praise, his clean hand gently rubbing your sides. 

“Mm?” is all you manage to say, causing Felix to giggle a little. He goes and gets a warm cloth to clean off his face and hands, gently cleaning you up. 

“How do you feel? What color are you?” Felix gently prompts you, helping you sit up by placing a fluffy pillow beneath you. 

“Green,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering open. “Can I feel you inside me now? Please?” you ask with a small pout, your eyes going to the prominent bulge in his pants. 

Who was Felix to deny you when you asked so sweetly?

“You were thinkin’ about having me in you earlier, weren’t you, love?” Felix says, slowly taking off his clothes. 

You groan at his slow stripping, swearing to God he was teasing you. “I asked you a question,” he says, squeezing your thigh to urge you to answer him after he unbuttons his pants. 

“Mmhm, I was. Thinking ‘bout your pretty cock and how good it makes me feel. Really just how good you make me feel,” you admit in a ramble. “You always make me feel so good.” 

“You know why I make you feel good?” Felix asks, finally freeing his cock from the restraints of his pants and boxers. 

“Why?” you ask, wondering why Felix was asking. 

“Because I love you,” he says, his words sickeningly sweet. 

“I love you too, Lix,” you murmur, sitting up on your elbows to watch him better. 

Felix leans forward and gently kisses your lips, and you easily slot your lips against his, biting on his lower lip. He pulls away when you become breathless, going to the nightstand and opening the drawer. 

Before you can even ask to put the condom on for him, he turns back to you with it rolled onto his length. 

“Wanted to touch your pretty cock,” you complain with a pout. You loved feeling how hard it would get for you, and how big it was compared to your hand. 

“Later, love,” Felix softly laughs, kissing your forehead. “Now, come here,” He says, joining you on the bed and opening your legs up. 

Felix carefully maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, spreading your legs open and guiding them to wrap around his waist. You readily comply, just wanting to feel him inside of you already. 

“Are you getting impatient?” Felix asks as he rubs his cock over your wet folds. 

“Want you in me…” you gasp at the feeling. 

“I can tell. You’re soaking wet, Y/N,” he murmurs, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. 

“Please don’t-” you begin, only for him to fluidly enter you and your words to turn into a moan. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the feeling. 

“Does it feel good?” he teases. 

You huff a little, only for him to sharply thrust into you. 

“You always feel good,” you murmur, looking up at him. 

Felix can’t help himself - he leans down and connects your lips as he finds the pace that makes you see stars and chant his name as if it’s the only prayer you know. 

“Felix, right there Felix,” you moan out once he pulls his lips away. 

He smirks a little before reaching between you both, rubbing your clit. 

“Felix, I- Felix-” you moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders some. 

“That’s it, you feel so good,” he groans as your walls begin to spasm and flutter around him. “Are you gonna cum on my cock? Hm?”

You whine at his words, closing your eyes and nodding. 

“Baby, open your eyes,” Felix says, stopping his movements completely. 

You whine as he does so, your eyes managing to find his lustful ones. 

“Are you okay?” he checks in, cupping your cheek. 

He was being stupidly sweet when you just wanted him to fuck you senseless. 

“Felix, ‘m so good. Was close until you stopped,” you grumble, your impending orgasm dying down. 

“You know how I feel about you closing your eyes,” he reminds you, setting a slower but deeper pace. 

You easily recall the conversation you had with him about it, causing you to pout.

“I like your eyes open so I can check on you easily. Your eyes tell me a lot, you know. I want you to try and keep your eyes open for me so I can tell how you are if you can’t find your words right away.”

“It was an accident,” you murmur, gasping as a particularly sharp thrust graces your g spot perfectly. Your eyes almost close again, but you manage to keep them open.

“It's because you love me,” you murmur, nuzzling into his neck. 

“I do, I love you very much, Y/N,” he says, leaning away so he can peck a sweet kiss on your lips. 

You moan against his lips as he picks up his pace again, clearly chasing his high. You knew it wouldn’t take him long, considering how worked up he had to have been. And since you were already close, it would be easy for him to get you to cum again too.

His nimble fingers rub your clit and you swear your body short circuts. Your eyes are wide open and locked on his, your mouth opening as your orgasm washes over you before you can even warn him.

“That’s it, just like that. You’re so good for me, Y/N,” Felix moans, managing a few more thrusts before filling the condom. He pulls out and watches the mess between your legs, a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Bath?” you softly ask him as he gets up to discard the used condom. 

You knew you were allowed to touch yourself, permission or not. But, sometimes, it made you feel guilty and you could only blame your upbringing. You were rubbing slow circles on your clit while squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You collect some of the slick beginning to escape you and continue rubbing your clit. You moan as you think about what Felix could do for you when he comes home and insert a finger, testing yourself. 

As you pinpoint your g spot, you shiver at the feeling of the spongy interior on the pad of your finger. When you add a second, you decide to call Felix. 

“Hey honey, what’s up?” he says as he answers the phone. 

You pull your fingers out and massage your clit, doing your best to sound normal when you respond. “Hey, are you on your way home? And preferably alone?” you shyly ask. 

Felix chuckles a little before saying, “Yes, I am. Are you feeling needy?” His voice goes down in pitch, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. 

“Yeah- I- I want you to come home soon. Safely, but soon,” you murmur, your hips bucking into your hand. “You make me feel so good.” 

“What are you doing right now, little one? Tell me how you’re touching yourself,” he asks. 

You bite your lip at his question, holding back any noise even if you were alone. “I’m rubbing my clit and playing with my chest,” you tell him. “Putting my fingers in me some too, but it's not as good as your dick.” 

Felix laughs on the other end, and you put him on speakerphone. 

“Lixie~” you whine.

“I know, I’m sure it doesn’t. But you gotta relax and let yourself open so I can fit in you,” he says. 

“Want you in me. ‘M so tight,” you whine, inserting two fingers again and pressing against your g spot as you finger yourself. 

“Can you add another finger for me, little one?” Felix asks. 

Willing to comply, you see if a third works well. Felix knows you struggle using your fingers at times and would never be mad if it didn’t feel good. 

“No, is no good,” you say, your fingers awkward inside of you. 

“That’s okay. Why don’t you go back to rubbing your clit for me?” 

You nod and do as he says, wishing your body was producing more lubricant on its own. 

“Be gentle with yourself. Do you need to use lube?” Felix reminds you. “I need to hear you, honey.” 

“Sorry, Lixie,” you whine, reaching over to his side of the bed and getting out the lube. 

“Don’t be sorry, love,” he laughs in his regular voice, a gentle reassurance to you. 

You squirt some of the lube onto your fingers before returning to your previous position. 

“Feels better now,” you admit. “Good. Keep touching your clit for me,” Felix says, his voice going deeper again. 

“Yes sir,” you moan. “Wish it was your mouth. Feels so much better that way…” 

“Yeah? I know it does. But only good little ones get rewarded that way,” he says, and you know he is planning something. “But I want to cum-” you brattily begin. “Tsk, you can cum when I tell you to,” Felix cuts you off. 

You whine at his words, only picking up pace. 

“Are you getting close, honey?” he asks, his tone almost demeaning. 

“Ye-yeah,” you moan. 

“I want you to stop touching yourself now and wait. Don’t move a muscle until I’m in the room,” Felix instructs. 

He falls silent for a moment, waiting for you to respond. But all he hears is your whines as you keep touching yourself. “Can you do that for me, honey?” he asks sweetly. 

You pause touching yourself and answer him, “Ye-yeah, I can- I can try.” 

“Good, that’s what I want to hear. I’m going to hang up, so stay still. I will know if you disobey. I always know,” Felix reminds you. 

He hears you whine in response and you can picture him rolling his eyes with a smile perfectly. “I love you,” Felix says, waiting for you to say it back. 

You sigh and huff, “I love you too.”

“See you soon,” Felix murmurs before hanging up and leaving you in absolute agony. 

You keep your hands on the sides of your thighs, keeping your legs open and resisting the urge to touch yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes when you hear the front door open. Your muscles twitch to move, feeling a whole new wave of arousal knowing Felix was home. He takes his time coming to the bedroom. You hear him taking off his shoes and washing his hands. 

Finally, Felix comes into the room with a cheeky grin showing off his sharp white teeth. 

“Good job honey,” he lowly praises, climbing onto the bed right between your thighs and diving right in. 

Felix’s mouth immediately connects with your clit, and his teeth graze over your sensitive folds as he nibbles ever so slightly on your clit. 

A loud moan escapes you as you buck your hips into his mouth. His hands keep your thighs open as he sucks on your clit, eagerly listening to your whines and drinking in the sight of you quickly coming undone from him. 

“You can cum when I tell you to, little one,” Felix reminds you, biting on your thigh and pushing his fingers inside of you.

“Yes sir,” you breathlessly respond, squeaking as his mouth attaches to your clit again. You had worked yourself up so much, and the anticipation for him didn’t help at all. 

A soft hum escapes him as he sucks hard, causing a stronger jolt of pleasure to race through your body. His fingers expertly find your g spot as he thrusts them in you, enjoying as your moans get louder than the lewd noises. You knew he was prepping you to take him, and you were thankful for that, but he was too good at it. 

“Felix, Lix, please,” you softly moan, reaching for his hair. 

“Does my pretty little one need something?” he hums, looking up at you. The lust was obvious in his gaze, and your arousal coating his chin causes you to clench around his fingers. 

“Mhm! Can you- ah- please let me- let me cum?” you do your best to ask despite the fact that he keeps thrusting his fingers perfectly. 

“You can go ahead and cum then. Want to taste your cum,” Felix groans, replacing his fingers with his tongue and using his fingers to rub your clit how he knows you like it. 

The sensation makes your legs shake, and you break eye contact away from his intense gaze as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out his name and your hips buck, but he firmly keeps you down with a hand on your lower stomach. The light pressure helps increase the intensity of your orgasm, and you feel yourself floating away. 

“That’s it, Y/N, you did so well for me,” you hear Felix’s soft praise, his clean hand gently rubbing your sides. 

“Mm?” is all you manage to say, causing Felix to giggle a little. He goes and gets a warm cloth to clean off his face and hands, gently cleaning you up. 

“How do you feel? What color are you?” Felix gently prompts you, helping you sit up by placing a fluffy pillow beneath you. 

“Green,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering open. “Can I feel you inside me now? Please?” you ask with a small pout, your eyes going to the prominent bulge in his pants. 

Who was Felix to deny you when you asked so sweetly?

“You were thinkin’ about having me in you earlier, weren’t you, love?” Felix says, slowly taking off his clothes. 

You groan at his slow stripping, swearing to God he was teasing you. “I asked you a question,” he says, squeezing your thigh to urge you to answer him after he unbuttons his pants. 

“Mmhm, I was. Thinking ‘bout your pretty cock and how good it makes me feel. Really just how good you make me feel,” you admit in a ramble. “You always make me feel so good.” 

“You know why I make you feel good?” Felix asks, finally freeing his cock from the restraints of his pants and boxers. 

“Why?” you ask, wondering why Felix was asking. 

“Because I love you,” he says, his words sickeningly sweet. 

“I love you too, Lix,” you murmur, sitting up on your elbows to watch him better. 

Felix leans forward and gently kisses your lips, and you easily slot your lips against his, biting on his lower lip. He pulls away when you become breathless, going to the nightstand and opening the drawer. 

Before you can even ask to put the condom on for him, he turns back to you with it rolled onto his length. 

“Wanted to touch your pretty cock,” you complain with a pout. You loved feeling how hard it would get for you, and how big it was compared to your hand. 

“Later, love,” Felix softly laughs, kissing your forehead. “Now, come here,” He says, joining you on the bed and opening your legs up. 

Felix carefully maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, spreading your legs open and guiding them to wrap around his waist. You readily comply, just wanting to feel him inside of you already. 

“Are you getting impatient?” Felix asks as he rubs his cock over your wet folds. 

“Want you in me…” you gasp at the feeling. 

“I can tell. You’re soaking wet, Y/N,” he murmurs, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. 

“Please don’t-” you begin, only for him to fluidly enter you and your words to turn into a moan. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the feeling. 

“Does it feel good?” he teases. 

You huff a little, only for him to sharply thrust into you. 

“You always feel good,” you murmur, looking up at him. 

Felix can’t help himself - he leans down and connects your lips as he finds the pace that makes you see stars and chant his name as if it’s the only prayer you know. 

“Felix, right there Felix,” you moan out once he pulls his lips away. 

He smirks a little before reaching between you both, rubbing your clit. 

“Felix, I- Felix-” you moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders some. 

“That’s it, you feel so good,” he groans as your walls begin to spasm and flutter around him. “Are you gonna cum on my cock? Hm?”

You whine at his words, closing your eyes and nodding. 

“Baby, open your eyes,” Felix says, stopping his movements completely. 

You whine as he does so, your eyes managing to find his lustful ones. 

“Are you okay?” he checks in, cupping your cheek. 

He was being stupidly sweet when you just wanted him to fuck you senseless. 

“Felix, ‘m so good. Was close until you stopped,” you grumble, your impending orgasm dying down. 

“You know how I feel about you closing your eyes,” he reminds you, setting a slower but deeper pace. 

You easily recall the conversation you had with him about it, causing you to pout.

“I like your eyes open so I can check on you easily. Your eyes tell me a lot, you know. I want you to try and keep your eyes open for me so I can tell how you are if you can’t find your words right away.”

“It was an accident,” you murmur, gasping as a particularly sharp thrust graces your g spot perfectly. Your eyes almost close again, but you manage to keep them open.

“It's because you love me,” you murmur, nuzzling into his neck. 

“I do, I love you very much, Y/N,” he says, leaning away so he can peck a sweet kiss on your lips. 

You moan against his lips as he picks up his pace again, clearly chasing his high. You knew it wouldn’t take him long, considering how worked up he had to have been. And since you were already close, it would be easy for him to get you to cum again too.

His nimble fingers rub your clit and you swear your body short circuts. Your eyes are wide open and locked on his, your mouth opening as your orgasm washes over you before you can even warn him.

“That’s it, just like that. You’re so good for me, Y/N,” Felix moans, managing a few more thrusts before filling the condom. He pulls out and watches the mess between your legs, a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Bath?” you softly ask him as he gets up to discard the used condom.