You were sitting on your bed in your room, the plush blankets soft against your thighs as you put on your shoes. You were adorned in a black dress with a v-neckline, something bolder than what you would normally wear. The dress cut off just above your knees, and your neck was framed with a necklace that Felix had gifted to you on your anniversary. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, at your hair that was curled and your makeup that was perfectly airbrushed, and exhaled. You looked really hot. You grabbed your purse and checked your reflection one more time before you paused. You needed one more final touch. You gently picked up your favorite perfume and spritzed it on your wrists and your neck, the scent enveloping you softly. There. Perfect.

Then, you heard a knock. Felix. You exited your room and stepped to the front door, opening it with anticipation and butterflies in your stomach.

Felix was standing there, his blonde hair pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, and he was wearing a red suit. He looked ethereal. He was holding a bouquet of red roses, and the second you opened the door, his jaw literally dropped. 

“Wow,” he said, eyes sparkling under the light of the stars and the moon. “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and dropped your gaze for a second. “Thank you, Lixie. You look really handsome.”

He smiled and took your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “These are for you,” he said, handing you the roses. You took them in your arms, marveling at their beauty. They were a deep scarlet, contrasting against your black dress, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Shall we?” Felix asked, offering his arm to you.

You took his arm, the soft fabric of his sleeve brushing against your hand. “We shall.”

And with that, the two of you walked underneath the pristine night sky to his car, ready for the night ahead of you.

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The dinner was lovely. Felix told you how Seungmin stole Changbin’s headphones while he was in the middle of producing, just to provoke Changbin into restraining (manhandling) him to take them back. He said that Minho had threatened Hyunjin with the airfryer again, and you shared anecdotes from your day at work, telling him all the latest drama with your coworkers. You had Felix all to yourself, and it was nice talking about anything and everything with the person you loved the most. And that pasta was pretty dang good, which was a plus.

After the date, you two headed back to your place, still abuzz with the energy from the night. You couldn’t wait to cuddle with him as you slept, a rare occasion since you two didn’t live together.

Felix opened your door and held it open for you as you stepped back into your home. “After you, milady,” he said with a bow, smiling.

“Why, thank you, my prince,” you said with a curtsy, breaking into a grin as he shut the door and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

His cologne, musky and sweet, filled your senses as he rested his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck. You laughed softly. “Lixie, we should get ready for bed.”

His grip tightened around you. “No. Wanna stay like this for just a little longer,” he mumbled into your skin, turning you around to face him.

You sighed dramatically and wrapped your arms around him. “Okay, fine. Just for a little though, ok?”

He nodded, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you remained wrapped in his warm embrace. God, you just loved him so much. He made you feel safe, but as he continued to hold you and place gentle pecks to your head and face, you couldn’t help but feel a different kind of warmth begin to spread throughout your body.

Felix kissed your lips once gingerly. “I love you,” he said in a deep voice, and you felt heat shoot to your core. 

“I love you too,” you whispered. You felt guilty. He was being sweet, and here you were thirsting over his voice and thinking some very not PG thoughts.

You two broke apart. “Alright, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” Felix said, caressing your cheek before turning away to take off his blazer.

You nodded, trying to shake yourself out of your haze. You made some sort of hum of approval, but your thoughts were still a jumbled mess.

Felix went to shower first, and you made sure that you heard the water turn on before you sped to your room, shut the door, and sprawled across your bed. Fuck, you felt so turned on. The way he looked tonight, the deep tones of his voice, his cologne, it all made you stupidly horny. You parted your legs, your dress riding up on your hips, and slid your hand under your panties. 

Your fingers found your hole, wet already, and you pushed into yourself with a sigh of relief. You just needed to come, and then you would feel better. Just one quick orgasm. Easy. You followed the same rhythm that you had grown to perfect over the years, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure; not too hard, but not so gently that you couldn’t feel anything at all. 

You shut your eyes and continued to stroke, feeling the wetness of yourself on your fingertips. You imagined Felix, imagining it was his fingers instead of your own, and pictured his deep voice coaxing you to your climax. “That’s it, baby,” he’d say. “My sweet girl.”

You continued to move your fingers, letting the memories of the night, images of him, his voice, his scent, everything play in your mind like scenes from a movie. You’d never had sex with Felix; hell, you hadn’t had sex with anyone, but your mind was still filled with thoughts of him. What would his dick look like? How would he sound in bed? You bet he would be so reassuring, so gentle.

You felt the pleasure start to slowly build in your stomach, and you felt the familiar heat appear as you kept going, kept moving, and your breathing started to pick up. Your thoughts still absorbed in him, you couldn’t help but whisper Felix’s name out as you continued to press down on your clit and stroke the walls of your pussy.

You were getting closer and closer to your climax as you felt warmth spread throughout your torso and-

“Angel, what are you doing?”

Your eyes shot open. No. No, no, no. The heat dissipated instantly, and you quickly pulled your hand out from your cunt and sat up as if you had been struck by lightning. Felix stood at your door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hand still resting on the doorknob, and his eyes were wide with shock mixed with something darker.

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!” you said, scrambling to pull your dress down. As if that could erase the image Felix had so clearly seen.

Felix’s hair was still damp, and water trickled down his torso and down his abs. Your gaze followed the droplets for a moment before you tore your eyes away from his body, hoping he didn’t see you ogling him. 

He started to walk towards you, running a hand through his hair. “I heard you whisper my name,” he said, his voice deep. “What were you imagining?”

You covered your face. “Stop, Felix, this is so embarrassing.”

You felt the bed sink under his weight as he sat down next to you and lowered your hands from your face. “What were you imagining?” he asked again. Your breath hitched as you finally examined his face up close. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils were huge, and he was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.

You inhaled shakily. “I was imagining you. Your hands, what they would feel like,” you said quietly, shyly. 

Felix raised an eyebrow. “That it?” he said calmly, almost too calm.

You paused before inhaling again. “...No. I was imagining… how you would sound in bed. What… what you’d look like if we ever,” you paused, laughing nervously. “Nevermind. It’s weird.”

Felix shook his head and stared you dead in the eye. “Finish the thought.”

Heat coursed through you. “Um, I was imagining what you’d look like if we ever fucked,” you said quietly, your eyes dropping to your lap. You never, never in a million years thought you would ever admit that out loud. 

Felix laughed darkly. He moved closer to you and dragged a thumb across your cheek slowly, his eyes following the movement and how you reacted to his touch. He clicked his tongue. “My poor angel. So fucking needy.” And he kissed you. 

Felix had never kissed you with so much fervor before. It was always sweet with him, soft and slow. But this? He was kissing you like a man starved. His lips crashed against yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. As things grew more heated, Felix pulled away.

“Baby, I know you’ve never had sex before. If you aren’t ready, tell me to stop now, and I will. Because if we keep going… I don’t think I’ll be able to turn back,” he said, his breath coming in sharp pants. 

You shook your head. “No, Felix. I want this. I’m ready.”

Felix placed a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, then.” And he descended upon you.

People always made fun of Felix for having small hands. The guys teased him endlessly, Stays said he had baby hands, but when he slid them into your wet heat, god, they did not feel small at all. Felix pressed his fingers deep into you, deeper than your own fingers had ever reached, and you gasped. His thumb circled your clit, and you felt like you were being transported out of your own body.

Felix groaned. “Fuck, angel, you’re so wet. All this for me?” he said as he continued to stroke you.

“It feels good,” you whispered out, pulling him into you. His bare skin was hot under your touch, and your hands roamed across his back.

Felix pressed a kiss to your cheek, then trailed lower to your jawline. His mouth was warm and wet and fuck, it felt so good. “I know, baby, I know,” he said in between kisses.

You genuinely didn’t think you could ever go back to just your poor right hand ever again. The way he felt, the sounds he made, it was intoxicating.

“Fuck, been wanting to taste you since I smelled your perfume,” he said, sucking on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “You did this on purpose, huh? Wanted to drive me crazy? Wanted me to see you touching yourself like a needy little slut?” he said, thrusting his fingers into you harder.

You couldn’t say anything other than let out a shaky whimper at the sensation. You were already falling apart, and yet he hadn’t even-

“Fuck me, please,” you whimpered, his fingers not stopping as you got pushed closer to the edge. It wasn’t enough, though. You needed to feel his cock inside of you. You wanted to come with him.

Felix’s breath hitched audibly. “Say that again, princess. Need to hear you say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Lixie,” you breathed out as he bit down on your skin to suppress a moan.

Gingerly, he slid his fingers out of you and extracted himself from your grip. You immediately whined at the loss of contact, feeling empty, but Felix shushed you. He brought his fingers to your mouth. “Suck. Want you to taste yourself,” he said roughly.

Your eyes widened, but you obeyed, taking his fingers in your mouth and licking your arousal off of his fingers. Felix let out a groan, almost pained. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

You glanced down, curious, and saw his hardness even underneath the towel that was starting to come undone around his hips. Felix followed your gaze and moved his fingers out of your mouth. He smiled lazily.

“Wanna see, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded. This was it. What you had fantasized about for months.

He unwrapped the towel and threw it to the side, revealing his dick: a soft pink but an angry red at the top, hard, leaking with pre, and big. Really fucking big. You swear you could feel yourself drooling over how perfect Lee Felix’s cock was. You knew that he was packing, but seeing it in person, right there, was a completely different story. 

Felix chuckled. “Like what you see, I’m assuming?”

You rolled your eyes, although you knew you were probably blushing like crazy. “Shut up,” you mumbled. Your hand hovered out, almost scared to touch him. Tentatively, your pointer finger traced a vein along his shaft.

Felix moaned and grabbed your wrist. “No. My turn now.” And with that, he tugged your panties completely off your legs, throwing them somewhere in the corners of your room, and took your mouth in his again in a hungry kiss. As his lips clashed against yours, his hands fumbled for your zipper, and he unzipped your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and helping you shimmy out of it as he tossed that onto the floor as well.

He pressed you down, your back hitting the mattress, and he panted as he parted your legs. “Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, okay?” he said, breathless.

“Okay,” you responded, equally as breathless.

And then he pushed in. “Ah, fuck-” you cried out, the feeling of his dick completely novel. It was thicker than his fingers, and he wasn't even completely in yet. You weren’t sure how it was all gonna fit inside.

Felix stopped. “Are you ok?” he said, concerned.

You nodded. “Yeah, just.. a lot.” You squeezed your eyes shut and adjusted to his girth for a moment before you nodded for him to continue.

He pushed in another inch, and he let out a broken moan. “Fuck, baby you’re so warm. So tight.” And then he bottomed out, his cock fully inside of you, leaving both of you whimpering.

You were a mess. The stretch was so much, but it felt delicious. You felt so full, you could feel every twitch of his cock inside of you, and you felt like you could come just from this alone.

Felix started to move, slowly, moaning as he felt the walls of your pussy dragging along his cock. “That’s it, take it all baby,” he whispered. 

You could feel him hitting every sensitive spot inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every roll of his hips. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. “More, Lixie,” you choked out. “I need more.”

Felix laughed brokenly. “You want more, baby?” he said with a harsh thrust that made your lips part in a silent cry (HAHAHAH GET IT SILENT CRY WOAAEAHA). “Then I’ll give you more.” And he picked up his pace, pounding his cock into you ruthlessly.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, all you knew was Felix. His hand reached down and started to circle your clit, and all of your nerves lit on fire. He let out a shaky moan. “You’re doing so good for me, angel. So good.”

You called out his name as you felt a familiar warmth seize you again, coiling tight in your abdomen, though it felt more all-consuming than anything you had felt on your own. Your thoughts became hazy and your whole body was buzzing as you tried to warn Felix of what was coming. “Felix- I’m gonna-” your speech was interrupted with a gasp as his thrusts grew more desperate.

“Fuck, gonna come for me? Yeah, baby?” he grunted, not stopping the assault on your clit as his mouth moved to suck on your tits. The sensations became too much, and you completely broke, spasming around his cock as pleasure rolled over you in waves and you cried out his name.

Felix moaned with you, fucking you through your orgasm. “Shit, that feels so good. Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside of you. Do you want me to pull out, angel? Tell me where you want it,” his words tumbled out, his cries becoming more and more high-pitched, and the movements of his hips becoming sloppy.

You whimpered as he moved, your pussy still clenching around him. “Inside, Lixie, please.”

“Oh, fuckkk,” he cried out, his deep moans turning whiny as you felt spurts of hot cum shooting deep inside of you, and your pussy continued to milk him dry as he collapsed on top of you, panting. You stayed like that, intertwined and heaving, until the both of you came back down to Earth. 

Felix rested his head on your chest. “Are you okay?”

You laughed, the sound echoing like a bell. “Am I okay? Felix, that was life changing. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same woman ever again.”

He smiled softly, kissing you tenderly. “I love you.” You kissed him back, and grinned against his mouth. “I love you too, Lixie. Happy Valentine’s day.”

And you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, the smell of both of you engulfing the room, with your hearts full of love.

You were sitting on your bed in your room, the plush blankets soft against your thighs as you put on your shoes. You were adorned in a black dress with a v-neckline, something bolder than what you would normally wear. The dress cut off just above your knees, and your neck was framed with a necklace that Felix had gifted to you on your anniversary. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, at your hair that was curled and your makeup that was perfectly airbrushed, and exhaled. You looked really hot. You grabbed your purse and checked your reflection one more time before you paused. You needed one more final touch. You gently picked up your favorite perfume and spritzed it on your wrists and your neck, the scent enveloping you softly. There. Perfect.

Then, you heard a knock. Felix. You exited your room and stepped to the front door, opening it with anticipation and butterflies in your stomach.

Felix was standing there, his blonde hair pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, and he was wearing a red suit. He looked ethereal. He was holding a bouquet of red roses, and the second you opened the door, his jaw literally dropped. 

“Wow,” he said, eyes sparkling under the light of the stars and the moon. “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and dropped your gaze for a second. “Thank you, Lixie. You look really handsome.”

He smiled and took your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “These are for you,” he said, handing you the roses. You took them in your arms, marveling at their beauty. They were a deep scarlet, contrasting against your black dress, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Shall we?” Felix asked, offering his arm to you.

You took his arm, the soft fabric of his sleeve brushing against your hand. “We shall.”

And with that, the two of you walked underneath the pristine night sky to his car, ready for the night ahead of you.

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The dinner was lovely. Felix told you how Seungmin stole Changbin’s headphones while he was in the middle of producing, just to provoke Changbin into restraining (manhandling) him to take them back. He said that Minho had threatened Hyunjin with the airfryer again, and you shared anecdotes from your day at work, telling him all the latest drama with your coworkers. You had Felix all to yourself, and it was nice talking about anything and everything with the person you loved the most. And that pasta was pretty dang good, which was a plus.

After the date, you two headed back to your place, still abuzz with the energy from the night. You couldn’t wait to cuddle with him as you slept, a rare occasion since you two didn’t live together.

Felix opened your door and held it open for you as you stepped back into your home. “After you, milady,” he said with a bow, smiling.

“Why, thank you, my prince,” you said with a curtsy, breaking into a grin as he shut the door and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

His cologne, musky and sweet, filled your senses as he rested his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck. You laughed softly. “Lixie, we should get ready for bed.”

His grip tightened around you. “No. Wanna stay like this for just a little longer,” he mumbled into your skin, turning you around to face him.

You sighed dramatically and wrapped your arms around him. “Okay, fine. Just for a little though, ok?”

He nodded, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you remained wrapped in his warm embrace. God, you just loved him so much. He made you feel safe, but as he continued to hold you and place gentle pecks to your head and face, you couldn’t help but feel a different kind of warmth begin to spread throughout your body.

Felix kissed your lips once gingerly. “I love you,” he said in a deep voice, and you felt heat shoot to your core. 

“I love you too,” you whispered. You felt guilty. He was being sweet, and here you were thirsting over his voice and thinking some very not PG thoughts.

You two broke apart. “Alright, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” Felix said, caressing your cheek before turning away to take off his blazer.

You nodded, trying to shake yourself out of your haze. You made some sort of hum of approval, but your thoughts were still a jumbled mess.

Felix went to shower first, and you made sure that you heard the water turn on before you sped to your room, shut the door, and sprawled across your bed. Fuck, you felt so turned on. The way he looked tonight, the deep tones of his voice, his cologne, it all made you stupidly horny. You parted your legs, your dress riding up on your hips, and slid your hand under your panties. 

Your fingers found your hole, wet already, and you pushed into yourself with a sigh of relief. You just needed to come, and then you would feel better. Just one quick orgasm. Easy. You followed the same rhythm that you had grown to perfect over the years, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure; not too hard, but not so gently that you couldn’t feel anything at all. 

You shut your eyes and continued to stroke, feeling the wetness of yourself on your fingertips. You imagined Felix, imagining it was his fingers instead of your own, and pictured his deep voice coaxing you to your climax. “That’s it, baby,” he’d say. “My sweet girl.”

You continued to move your fingers, letting the memories of the night, images of him, his voice, his scent, everything play in your mind like scenes from a movie. You’d never had sex with Felix; hell, you hadn’t had sex with anyone, but your mind was still filled with thoughts of him. What would his dick look like? How would he sound in bed? You bet he would be so reassuring, so gentle.

You felt the pleasure start to slowly build in your stomach, and you felt the familiar heat appear as you kept going, kept moving, and your breathing started to pick up. Your thoughts still absorbed in him, you couldn’t help but whisper Felix’s name out as you continued to press down on your clit and stroke the walls of your pussy.

You were getting closer and closer to your climax as you felt warmth spread throughout your torso and-

“Angel, what are you doing?”

Your eyes shot open. No. No, no, no. The heat dissipated instantly, and you quickly pulled your hand out from your cunt and sat up as if you had been struck by lightning. Felix stood at your door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hand still resting on the doorknob, and his eyes were wide with shock mixed with something darker.

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!” you said, scrambling to pull your dress down. As if that could erase the image Felix had so clearly seen.

Felix’s hair was still damp, and water trickled down his torso and down his abs. Your gaze followed the droplets for a moment before you tore your eyes away from his body, hoping he didn’t see you ogling him. 

He started to walk towards you, running a hand through his hair. “I heard you whisper my name,” he said, his voice deep. “What were you imagining?”

You covered your face. “Stop, Felix, this is so embarrassing.”

You felt the bed sink under his weight as he sat down next to you and lowered your hands from your face. “What were you imagining?” he asked again. Your breath hitched as you finally examined his face up close. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils were huge, and he was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.

You inhaled shakily. “I was imagining you. Your hands, what they would feel like,” you said quietly, shyly. 

Felix raised an eyebrow. “That it?” he said calmly, almost too calm.

You paused before inhaling again. “...No. I was imagining… how you would sound in bed. What… what you’d look like if we ever,” you paused, laughing nervously. “Nevermind. It’s weird.”

Felix shook his head and stared you dead in the eye. “Finish the thought.”

Heat coursed through you. “Um, I was imagining what you’d look like if we ever fucked,” you said quietly, your eyes dropping to your lap. You never, never in a million years thought you would ever admit that out loud. 

Felix laughed darkly. He moved closer to you and dragged a thumb across your cheek slowly, his eyes following the movement and how you reacted to his touch. He clicked his tongue. “My poor angel. So fucking needy.” And he kissed you. 

Felix had never kissed you with so much fervor before. It was always sweet with him, soft and slow. But this? He was kissing you like a man starved. His lips crashed against yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. As things grew more heated, Felix pulled away.

“Baby, I know you’ve never had sex before. If you aren’t ready, tell me to stop now, and I will. Because if we keep going… I don’t think I’ll be able to turn back,” he said, his breath coming in sharp pants. 

You shook your head. “No, Felix. I want this. I’m ready.”

Felix placed a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, then.” And he descended upon you.

People always made fun of Felix for having small hands. The guys teased him endlessly, Stays said he had baby hands, but when he slid them into your wet heat, god, they did not feel small at all. Felix pressed his fingers deep into you, deeper than your own fingers had ever reached, and you gasped. His thumb circled your clit, and you felt like you were being transported out of your own body.

Felix groaned. “Fuck, angel, you’re so wet. All this for me?” he said as he continued to stroke you.

“It feels good,” you whispered out, pulling him into you. His bare skin was hot under your touch, and your hands roamed across his back.

Felix pressed a kiss to your cheek, then trailed lower to your jawline. His mouth was warm and wet and fuck, it felt so good. “I know, baby, I know,” he said in between kisses.

You genuinely didn’t think you could ever go back to just your poor right hand ever again. The way he felt, the sounds he made, it was intoxicating.

“Fuck, been wanting to taste you since I smelled your perfume,” he said, sucking on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “You did this on purpose, huh? Wanted to drive me crazy? Wanted me to see you touching yourself like a needy little slut?” he said, thrusting his fingers into you harder.

You couldn’t say anything other than let out a shaky whimper at the sensation. You were already falling apart, and yet he hadn’t even-

“Fuck me, please,” you whimpered, his fingers not stopping as you got pushed closer to the edge. It wasn’t enough, though. You needed to feel his cock inside of you. You wanted to come with him.

Felix’s breath hitched audibly. “Say that again, princess. Need to hear you say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Lixie,” you breathed out as he bit down on your skin to suppress a moan.

Gingerly, he slid his fingers out of you and extracted himself from your grip. You immediately whined at the loss of contact, feeling empty, but Felix shushed you. He brought his fingers to your mouth. “Suck. Want you to taste yourself,” he said roughly.

Your eyes widened, but you obeyed, taking his fingers in your mouth and licking your arousal off of his fingers. Felix let out a groan, almost pained. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

You glanced down, curious, and saw his hardness even underneath the towel that was starting to come undone around his hips. Felix followed your gaze and moved his fingers out of your mouth. He smiled lazily.

“Wanna see, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded. This was it. What you had fantasized about for months.

He unwrapped the towel and threw it to the side, revealing his dick: a soft pink but an angry red at the top, hard, leaking with pre, and big. Really fucking big. You swear you could feel yourself drooling over how perfect Lee Felix’s cock was. You knew that he was packing, but seeing it in person, right there, was a completely different story. 

Felix chuckled. “Like what you see, I’m assuming?”

You rolled your eyes, although you knew you were probably blushing like crazy. “Shut up,” you mumbled. Your hand hovered out, almost scared to touch him. Tentatively, your pointer finger traced a vein along his shaft.

Felix moaned and grabbed your wrist. “No. My turn now.” And with that, he tugged your panties completely off your legs, throwing them somewhere in the corners of your room, and took your mouth in his again in a hungry kiss. As his lips clashed against yours, his hands fumbled for your zipper, and he unzipped your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and helping you shimmy out of it as he tossed that onto the floor as well.

He pressed you down, your back hitting the mattress, and he panted as he parted your legs. “Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, okay?” he said, breathless.

“Okay,” you responded, equally as breathless.

And then he pushed in. “Ah, fuck-” you cried out, the feeling of his dick completely novel. It was thicker than his fingers, and he wasn't even completely in yet. You weren’t sure how it was all gonna fit inside.

Felix stopped. “Are you ok?” he said, concerned.

You nodded. “Yeah, just.. a lot.” You squeezed your eyes shut and adjusted to his girth for a moment before you nodded for him to continue.

He pushed in another inch, and he let out a broken moan. “Fuck, baby you’re so warm. So tight.” And then he bottomed out, his cock fully inside of you, leaving both of you whimpering.

You were a mess. The stretch was so much, but it felt delicious. You felt so full, you could feel every twitch of his cock inside of you, and you felt like you could come just from this alone.

Felix started to move, slowly, moaning as he felt the walls of your pussy dragging along his cock. “That’s it, take it all baby,” he whispered. 

You could feel him hitting every sensitive spot inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every roll of his hips. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. “More, Lixie,” you choked out. “I need more.”

Felix laughed brokenly. “You want more, baby?” he said with a harsh thrust that made your lips part in a silent cry (HAHAHAH GET IT SILENT CRY WOAAEAHA). “Then I’ll give you more.” And he picked up his pace, pounding his cock into you ruthlessly.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even form coherent thoughts, all you knew was Felix. His hand reached down and started to circle your clit, and all of your nerves lit on fire. He let out a shaky moan. “You’re doing so good for me, angel. So good.”

You called out his name as you felt a familiar warmth seize you again, coiling tight in your abdomen, though it felt more all-consuming than anything you had felt on your own. Your thoughts became hazy and your whole body was buzzing as you tried to warn Felix of what was coming. “Felix- I’m gonna-” your speech was interrupted with a gasp as his thrusts grew more desperate.

“Fuck, gonna come for me? Yeah, baby?” he grunted, not stopping the assault on your clit as his mouth moved to suck on your tits. The sensations became too much, and you completely broke, spasming around his cock as pleasure rolled over you in waves and you cried out his name.

Felix moaned with you, fucking you through your orgasm. “Shit, that feels so good. Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside of you. Do you want me to pull out, angel? Tell me where you want it,” his words tumbled out, his cries becoming more and more high-pitched, and the movements of his hips becoming sloppy.

You whimpered as he moved, your pussy still clenching around him. “Inside, Lixie, please.”

“Oh, fuckkk,” he cried out, his deep moans turning whiny as you felt spurts of hot cum shooting deep inside of you, and your pussy continued to milk him dry as he collapsed on top of you, panting. You stayed like that, intertwined and heaving, until the both of you came back down to Earth. 

Felix rested his head on your chest. “Are you okay?”

You laughed, the sound echoing like a bell. “Am I okay? Felix, that was life changing. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same woman ever again.”

He smiled softly, kissing you tenderly. “I love you.” You kissed him back, and grinned against his mouth. “I love you too, Lixie. Happy Valentine’s day.”

And you spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, the smell of both of you engulfing the room, with your hearts full of love.