Your Best Friend Felix Had a Nightmare
Felix has always been clingy, the kind of best friend who never runs out of excuses to share your bed. At first it was movie nights, then it was because the apartment was too cold, and now itâs nightmares. You told yourself it was harmless, but things start to feel different when you realize your best friend is hard, pressed up against you in his sleep.
Pairing: soft dom ! reader x sub ! roommate ! bsf Felix
Genre: best friends au, roommates au, smut, angst (light)
Warnings: heavy emphasis on somnophilia ⊠NON-CONSENSUAL ⊠mutual masturbation ⊠handjob ⊠reader touches herself ⊠guilt & sexual tension ⊠needy!Felix ⊠innocent-looking but filthy dreams ⊠lots of whimpering/moaning ⊠best-friends-crossing-the-line feels.
Authorâs note: this is the first fic iâm sharing here !! i originally wrote it in my main language and then translated it into english, so i hope everything came out right <3
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2 a.m. you wake to a sound you instantly recognize as your best friend and roommate Felixâs voice, fighting off sleep you manage to open your eyes just enough to see his silhouette standing in the doorway of your room.
"Can I sleep with you? I had another nightmare," he asks, his voice low and a little hoarse.
"Lix this is the third time this week⊠and also donât you think youâre a little too big to be scared of nightmares?" you tease, and as you say it you pull the blanket back in an automatic gesture, inviting him onto your bed, because honestly you donât really even care about your own argument.
"Iâm not scared of nightmares, I just prefer to avoid them. And I never have bad dreams when I sleep with you," he says as he nestles himself beside you.
It had been a few months since the first time you two shared a bed, it happened after a party when you came home drunk and ended up falling asleep together in your room. After that, it became almost regular. Sometimes you would pass out watching movies, other nights Felix would say it was too cold to sleep alone. Now, his excuse was nightmares. Deep down you knew he always found a new reason, but you never questioned it, because in truth you liked it too.
Itâs impossible to admit this to him without making things weird, but sleeping with Felix is nice. Heâs warm, quiet, comfortable, and thatâs exactly what you think about at 3 a.m., watching him sleep beside you.
He falls asleep almost instantly, while you lose yours. Itâs not like youâd prefer to spend the night staring at the ceiling, but Felix wrapped around you so tightly that you can barely move without risking waking him.
Felix has always been clingy, and youâve grown used to it. He never lasts more than three hours without hugging you, and sharing the bed doesnât change that. Usually you sleep spooning, but on nights like this he presses so close to you that you canât help but feel every inch of his body against yours.
And thatâs where the problem starts.
You know itâs wrong to fantasize about your best friend while he sleeps innocently beside you, but how can you help it when you notice heâs hard? Itâs normal, you try to remind yourself. An involuntary reaction, nothing more. At least thatâs what you force yourself to believe whenever it happens.
And it happens often. Hard not to notice when heâs tangled up with you like that. Your body ignores logic and guilt, and your mind insists on painting scenes of Felix moaning your name, begging for more, while moving inside you.
You try so hard, but you canât control those thoughts. The truth is, these last few months youâve even thought about how Felix seems to be exactly your type. Heâs so sweet, soft, needy, and right now all you can think is what itâd be like if he were under you.
But heâs your friend, your best friend. Youâve been together since childhood. You were inseparable at school, so it wasnât a surprise to anyone when you both decided to go to the same university. It wasnât odd either when you rented an apartment together near campus. You love having Felix around, lifeâs easier in pair. Heâs always been there when things got tough.
Like when you had a fierce argument with your parents and he comforted you, letting you stay at his place as long as you needed. Or when you felt insecure about your body at a pool party in school and he complimented you so much that you walked out feeling like the prettiest girl there. And when you broke up with your almost five-year-long relationship a few months ago, Felix took you to a party after he found you crying locked inside your room. He never really liked parties, but that night the two of you danced, had fun, drank, and ended up cuddling in your bed.
The guilt you feel for all the dirty thoughts isn't just because Felixâs your best friend, itâs because he seems so innocent. Sure, the big eyes and cute freckles help create that image, but you also never saw him with anyone. Heâs never introduced a girlfriend or boyfriend to you, he never brought anyone into your apartment, and he always seemed awkward and restless when you tried to open up about something intimate with your ex.
So in an act of self-preservation, you shift just enough for Felix, still asleep, to change position. Now heâs facing away from you, and you let out a relieved breath. This time, you hold him, trying to recapture that innocent normalcy. That is, until you start hearing little noises.
Felix makes low sounds, almost whimpering, and you canât quite understand whatâs going on until he starts moving his hip slightly, heâs in the middle of an erotic dream. The whole situation leaves you dizzy and, regretfully, very turned on. You want to be angry, blame Felix for putting you in this situation, but deep down you know the fault is entirely yours. You canât blame him for wanting to sleep cozy with his best friend, nor for natural bodily reactions in sleep. He isnât even conscious. You are. And youâre absolutely guilty for all the filthy thoughts you had while it was happening.
While you're internally wrestling with guilt, trying to hold onto whatever decency youâve got left, Felix does the one last thing that shatters your sanity,
Between the whimpers, you hear a soft âPleaseâŠâ
Heâs still sleeping, you know that, but it's like he was begging you, right? How can you resist a pretty boy begging? You canât, you know you canât. These thoughts swirl in your head as you slowly lower your hand to his hard, needy cock.
The second you touch Felixâs cock, he almost instinctively starts grinding against your hand through his clothes and from the sounds heâs making you realize all he needed was a little friction to find relief. And that makes you almost feel better, after all, you're not using him, technically youâre the one being used. Except he doesnât know⊠and heâs unconscious⊠and didnât ask for any of this⊠and damn
Felix lets out a loud moan that snaps you out of all rational thought.
His voice is so sweet, so needy that fuck it, youâll put the guilt aside until later, because now all you want is to hear more of those moans. You finally start moving your hand over him, mimicking the motions he was doing himself, and the response is immediate, he gets more vocal and every sound he makes seems to go straight into your pussy.
You slide your free hand into your own panties, exploring your release while continuing to stroke Felix. Your fingers trace through your folds and you canât believe how wet you are, like nothing youâve ever felt before.
Felix moans loudly, breathing raggedly, his hips seeking more friction. Heâs close, you feel it, by the pulse in your hand, by the pre-cum soaking the fabric.
You pick up the pace, matching his rising desperation, until he cums, moaning loudly and pressing his cock into your hand. The intensity is so overwhelming that you reach your own orgasm right after, plunging your fingers into yourself until you canât breathe.
Exhaustion crashes over you soon after. All you manage to do is roll onto your side and close your eyes.
When you wake up, itâs already morning. You notice the light leaking through the window cracks, the bed is empty, and the smell of pancakes drifting into your nose makes you hurry to the kitchen.
You walk in to see Felix humming happily while frying pancakes. As soon as he sees you, his eyes light up and he grins wide.
"Good morning, I made breakfast."
Your stomach twists, not just because youâre hungry, but because of the guilt of taking advantage of someone so sweet and attentive.
"You seem cheerful today, Lix," you force a smile, trying to mask the fog in your head.
"I slept well last night. I had good dreams," he says, still wearing that gigantic smile.
"What did you dream about?" you ask carefully, your voice low, even though you already have a pretty good idea of the answer.
"Itâs none of your business," he says playfully, averting his eyes, "But you were there."
thank you so much if you made it all the way to the end 𫶠this is my very first time posting here, so iâm sorry for any mistakes (both in writing and in formatting) !! iâm still new to tumblr, so if you have any tips on how to make a proper post, iâd really appreciate it đ
