#bbokari

“I’m so sorry, I seriously need to look where I’m going.” he apologized again.

“No, no I was the one who had her head stuck in a damn book,” you countered his apology with another one. It seemed that both of you were the perfect pair. You were a bit taken back by how deep his voice was considering how adorable he looked.

“I’m Felix, by the way,” the blonde said, offering his name like a gift. You gave yours in return, and he smiled brighter, if that was even possible. You both exchanged goodbyes after chatting about poetry for a bit and how it should be more popular. You found yourself thinking about him for the rest of the week.

First Hug ⋆˙⟡ —

Finals season weren’t a joke. It hit you like a truck. Deadlines on top of deadlines and tests stacked on top of tests. It seemed as if the world forgot that you needed to breathe. Your days consisted of waking up, studying until the next day, crashing, and repeat.

That night, you were crunched up on your chair trying to figure out how the person in the youtube video managed to solve an equation. You swore that they made up a variable. Your hands gripped your hair like a lifeline, causing it to resemble an amateur bird’s nest.

Felix was lucky enough to witness this sight. You had left your bedroom door open just enough for him to be able to see into the room. He walked in with a cup of tea and your favorite: his home-made brownies. He called your name once, twice, and trice until you managed to look up at him.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I brought reinforcements.” You looked up at him as if he was your saving grace. Your eyes were bloodshot with under eyes so dark it made you resemble a raccoon. He bit down a smile, although you looked like you had been through war and back he still thought you looked adorable.

“Tough day?” he asked with concern masking his eyes.

“Tough month- actually screw that, tough year. I hate this. I hate it here. Why did I even pick this major??” you grumbled.

Your train of thought was cut short when he pulled you into his arms. Your limbs froze up at first but eventually, you melted in his arms. His hoodie smelt like home and his arms felt like the only thing keeping you grounded.

“You don’t hate this, you’re just stressed… and that’s okay. The most important thing is that you’re still here. You showed up. Bad state or not. That’s the girl I know.” he whispered against the crown of your head.

You hated how he could see right through you. But you couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

First Kiss ⋆˙⟡ —

You didn’t think it was going to happen this way although you weren’t exactly sure how it’d happen. It was a late summer in July, when the air was warm and the cicadas singing too loudly. You and Felix were sitting by the lake next to his family’s house. Wind blowing into your hair gently as you ranted to him about how hard it was to find a decent guy these days.

All of your past talking stages and “situationships” only ended in you being hurt. Felix could only sit and listen as you questioned what it would take to find a guy that knew how to respect boundaries and have some form of emotional intelligence. One that wouldn’t treat your heart like it had many lives to live.

He didn’t know if it was the way you bit your cheek out of exasperation or if it was how animated you were when you talked about your feelings. But right then, at that moment, he knew that you were the one.

It didn’t matter to him that you might not have felt the same or if you were way out of his league. He just felt that it was right. Whatever this was between you, friendship or more, he’d want this for the rest of his life.

He also didn’t expect to blurt out the one thing that would change your relationship forever. You were contemplating on what you should do next after college since you only had one semester left.

“And my dad is always asking what I plan to do when even I don’t know what I want in life. It’s complicated… I’m still young. How do people even expect someone—"

“I’m in love with you.” he said, hand not fast enough to cover his mouth. His eyes widened as if he had just processed what he said out loud. The air between you stilled. You looked at him in shock, like he just told you that you had won the lottery.

“What?” you blinked. Once. Twice. Enough to process what he said.

“I said, I’m in love with you… well maybe love is a bit too crazy considering that we’re friends but I wouldn’t say just like because that’s so weird like of course I like you you’re my bestfriend so I just thought—"

You kissed him.

It was messy and sudden—you practically threw yourself onto him— but it didn’t matter. His hand caressed the side of your face when he kissed you back. It was slow and reassuring. It said the things he wasn’t able to say all these years. Your first kiss wasn’t perfect by any means but it was yours.

Felix watched as she meandered the halls, stopping at her locker, talking to her friends at lunch, the way her skirt swayed when her hips moved side to side as she walked, he watched her like a hawk, but y/n? She tried convincing herself she didn't care.

Felix is no good, that’s all she’s ever been told. She’d made it a point to avoid him whenever possible. Not sitting by him in the classes they shared if possible, hardly, if ever, looking his direction if she could help it, not even getting involved with his friends. She knew he was undeniably cute, almost every girl in school wanted him, but she knew he was bad news, or that’s what she had been told when she transferred.

The first day of Spanish class he was late, per usual, but the only seat open was one next to y/n. That day he really got a good look at her and noticed the way the light caught her cheek bones, the soft curve of her jaw and the way she looked when she was deep in thought, let’s just say there were many times he would convince himself she thought of him; thought of him naked.

It was weeks of obvious glances, one’s y/n was sure that if she ignored them, he’d get the picture, but what she didn’t know, Felix is a persistent guy especially when he wants something.

When pining quietly didn’t work, Felix resorted to more cruel ways of getting y/n’s attention. Knocking her pencil off her desk so she would have to bend over and pick up, giving him an obvious view of either her chest or ass. He would pick on her, calling her names like 4 eyes due to her glasses, or mocking her by calling her sweetheart, baby, or some other nickname that would, for better or worse, make her blush. But it wasn’t for the reasons most thought, no, she liked it. She liked everything he did, despite herself and better judgment. She liked having his attention. That’s why she tried to stay away from him, but he was making it so damn hard.

“So sweetheart, what’d you get for number 5?” he whispers during a Spanish test. Y/n shoots him a death glare, the color of her eyes making his mouth slightly dry. God she’s perfect. You put your eyes back on your paper to finish your test.

You get up to take your test to the teacher, your ass unintentionally being in his face and Felix bites his lip at the proximity, wondering how it would giggle if he were so smack it and leave behind his handprint. He seen the teacher’s desk and the thought of bending her over it enters his mind. How good her pussy would feel clenching around his hard cock; the image so real Felix swore he could feel it. He could feel it, what the naughty thoughts were doing to him. He watched her walk back, the way her tits bounce of so slightly underneath the white top she’s wearing. She swings her hips around to sit back down in her desk, Felix’s staring more than obvious. You try ignoring it, tapping your pencil against your desk, but Felix watches you like a lion on the hunt, and notices the pink tint on your cheeks once you catch him looking at you. He watches as you adjust in your seat. Before he realizes it the bell rings, signaling the end of class. You gather your things in haste and dash out of the room. He hadn’t finished the test, so he leaves it on his desk and chases out after you.

He notices you speed walking to the doors that lead to the courtyard, and though his class is at the other end of campus, he’s following you.

“Baby girl,” you hear the aussie drawl. You ignore it.

“Sweetheart,” he sings knowing you can hear him. He jogs up to you, cutting you off.

“Oh light of my life,” he smirks. You look up into his dark eyes, the sun catching them at just the right angle. You huff.

“What Felix?” the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him shiver with delight.

“Mm, say it again,” he teases with his signature grin.

“I don’t have time for this,” you put your hand up to push past him, but he catches it.

“Let me go,” your voice comes out shaky, the contact making you blush.

“Aww, why? I thought we were having fun,” he fake pouts.

You try to pull away but it’s no use, his grip is tight, and your mind can’t help but what wonder what his hands would feel like around your throat, the thought causing heat to rush between your legs.

“What do you want?” you snap not able to look him in the eye.

“I need a tutor. I’m failing Spanish,” he begins and you can’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“If you’d actually pay attention in class, you’d realize how easy it is.”

It’s not that Felix couldn’t do it, when he did pay attention, he got it instantly. He knew more than he let on, but he also knew that keeping his eyes off you was hard. Those tight tops, short skirts, that tie that he could use to pull you to him like a leash, his mind is what had him failing, not his capability.

“Well, when I have such a cute classmate it’s hard.” He winks at the innuendo. You quirk a brow until your eyes travel down, noticing the outline that has you snapping your eyes back up, a pink tint spreading down your neck from your cheeks. Felix backs you up against the wall just outside the doors.

“See what you do to me, princess? I’d be passing Spanish if it wasn’t for your slutty little skirts and knee-high socks.” He purrs in your ear. His voice deep despite the angelic appearance he holds.

“It’s-it’s the uniform, I,” you wiggle against his body and the brick behind you.

“Shhh, it’s ok, baby. I won’t tell you anyone you wear it for me,” you can hear the smirk in his velvety smooth voice.

“What do you say, y/n?” The way your name flicks off the end of his tongue should be a sin.

“Tutor me? If you tutor me, I can promise payment.” He smirks.

“I don’t want your money,” you scoff as he lets you push him aside.

“I didn’t say it’d be in money. I’m more of a, “let me show you how thankful I am,” kind of man.” You furrow your brow. He laughs lowly at your confused face.

“I hope you never figure out another thing again. That sweet innocent face,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb just before you turn away from him. Your knees feel weak, your pulse is sky high, and you’re doing everything in your power to not give in to his tempting ways.

“Please, y/n? I really need the help. I’ll stop picking on you, I swear. I’ll leave you alone.” He puts his right hand in the air like he’s swearing an oath. You sigh heavily but the way he looks at you, eyes vulnerable, you find yourself agreeing to him.

“Ok, ok fine. Meet me in Mr. Perez’s room after school. If you don’t show up by 3:15 I’m going home. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” his deep voice confirms and you could swear you felt a wet a spot in your panties. You purse your lips and nod, headed off into the direction of your last class of the day.

The last class you have is history, but truth be told your stomach is in knots and you can’t pay attention to anything the teacher is talking about. You’re too focused on the way Felix’s bright smile lingers in your memory, the way his plush lips brushed your ear before class, the way his fingers, long and nimble grabbed onto your wrist. You wondered what they’d feel like, what he feels like. You can feel your face heating up and all too soon, the bell rings dismissing class for the day.

The walk across campus is too short, your knees are like jello the whole way, your heart is going ninety miles an hour and have to take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves. Why was this something you were anxiously excited for? Only time would tell.

You enter the classroom, at 3 pm sharp, and Felix, as you suspected is no where to be found. You say hello to Mr. Perez letting him know Felix asked for a little extra help. He informs you he has a meeting to get to, and you nod.

“No problem. I don’t anticipate us being here for more than an hour. If that,” you smile politely and your teacher walks out. Right behind him is Felix, early for once in his life. His cheeks are slightly rosy and his hair is damp, little bits of water dripping onto his uniform shirt.

“What happened to you?”

“Gym, but I washed off,” he immediately informs you. You nod with raised brows, trying to feign interest. Felix shuts the door behind him and you quirk your brow.

“What? It’s noisy out there.” He defends.

“Just get your text book out.” You say as you set your things down to retrieve your own. You begin to copy a problem out of the book onto the board, but Felix’s eyes go straight to your ass. It’s plump, round underneath your skirt, he watches the way it skates over the backs of your thighs, like it’s silently begging to be pulled up.

He can already feel it again, the growing length in his pants. He’s got you alone, in that uniform, with said desk from the earlier fantasy, and he was trying to keep himself together.

“Ok, translate this sentence.” You say holding your book to your chest before walking over to him with the dry erase marker in hand. You hop onto the teacher’s desk as he begins to study the sentence.

“María quería que yo se lo diera.” His deep voice reads aloud.

“Mary,” he begins hesitantly, “wanted me,” he says casting his eyes to you and you nod, “to give it to her?” he asks. You nod your head in approval.

“Good job, Felix.” He smiles, a real genuine smile, not the normal cocky asshole smile he sports when talking to you.

Truth be told, Felix knew what it said, but he had to act like he was struggling or you’d leave. And he wouldn’t get to thank you. You walk over to the board writing another sentence for him.

“Los muchachos dijeron que ellos nos lo darían hoy.” He reads.

“The boys,” he says sure of himself, “said that they would,” he takes a moment to think, “give it to us today?” he looks to you once more for approval.

“Great job, I thought you said you needed help.” You quirk a brow as you hop down from the desk and erase the sentence. You’re erasing the board when you feel the heat from his body come up behind you. His lips are pressed gently against your ear and your body freezes as his hands find your waist.

“Mi amor, quiero besar tus labios.” (My love, I want to kiss your lips.)

You gulp at his words. You can’t move. He chuckles in your ear. His fingers let go of your waist and he steps back as if he didn’t just say anything at all.

“Let’s just work from the book,” you say nervously. You stand over at the teachers desk with your book, Felix all too close. You're flipping through the pages trying to find something harder for him to work on.

“Eres hermosa,”  (you’re beautiful) he whispers in your ear. You gasp as he places a kiss to your cheek.

“Felix, focus on the lesson at hand,” you squirm away from him and he peers at the book. You manage to look down and catch sight of his cock in his pants, the outline obvious even in the dark pants. He glances over at you and notices your staring. When you realize he’s caught you, you clear your throat and walk to your backpack.

“Y/n,” he says as he follows you, stopping behind you, hands back on your hips, crotch pressed into your backside. Its hard, long, and what you can’t see is how bad it’s leaking.

“If you aren’t going to focus we don’t need to do this.” You state as you turn around, breath hitching at how close he really is to you. He looks you up and down licking his lips. Before you can push him away, his lips are on yours, hard and quick. You jump in surprise, but he puts his arms around your torso holding you closer to him.

“God you taste so good,” he praises against your mouth. He feels it, the way you’re holding back, not kissing him or giving into the desire’s he swears he can pull out of you. You can't help but taste the mint flavored gum you assume he'd been chewing. He’s pulling his lips away when your fingers curl into his shirt and you pull him to you, a mix of tongues, lips and teeth. You moan into his mouth as his hands move from your back to the buttons on your shirt.

“Felix,” you mutter against his lips. He pulls you over to the desk helping you hop onto it.

“Felix,” you breathe out but he’s undoing the buttons on your blouse, exposing your bra to him.

“What if someone see’s us,” you gasp and he rolls his eyes.

“Chill, baby.” He licks a stripe up your neck.

“Want me to lock the door?” he asks peering into your eyes. You nod sheepishly. You should tell him not to. That there’s no need because nothing is going to happen, but both of you would know that’s a lie.

He locks the door, even putting the little safety blind down.

“Now no one can see you but me,” he rasps as he walks back over to you, connecting your lips and sliding the shirt down your arms, leaving the tie around your neck. Your bra is quickly discarded and once your tits are free, he moans at the sight.

“Fuck, pretty and smart. God baby,” he sighs before his lips connect to your neck, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

“Lix,” you whimper as the waves of pleasure are sent to your core.

“Mm, say my name again,” he chuckles.

“Felix,” you wiggle beneath him as he begins to kiss down your chest, flicking over your nipple with his tongue before gently wrapping his lips around it to suck your tit gently. Your hands thread through his hair, gently tugging as your eyes close. His own eyes flutter closed as he worships your chest, his hand coming up to tease the other. You gasp as your head is thrown back. You let out a guttural moan.

“Shh, baby, gotta be quiet, don’t wanna get caught.” He teases. You bite your lip as he kisses down your stomach. You lift your hips and he pulls your panties down, flipping up your skirt.

“Fuck you’re gonna feel so good,” he moans as he bends down in front of you. You chew on your lip as he leans forward, his tongue flicking out to taste you. He groans at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“I knew you tasted good,” he mutters to himself before diving in, tongue circling over your clit. On instinct you push his head further into your heat, he chuckles against you and takes your ankles, forcing your legs to bend as he sets your feet on the desk. Your back falls down against the hardwood.

“Sabes deliciosa,” (You taste Delicious) he purrs against you. Your head is spinning, the realization of what all this was actually for occurs you way too late.

“Ah, fuck Felix,” your face scrunches as he adds a finger, slowly pumping it in and out of your wet hole.

“Fuck, holy shit,” you gasp as your hips begin to roll with his movements. His finger curls hitting the spot inside of you that has you desperately wanting to scream his name.

His mouth detaches from you for a minute, as he uses your tie to pull you up to his face.

“Look at me when you cum,” he commands, his knuckles white from he grip he has on your tie, as if he's the one who needs to be grounded. Your breathing is turning into gasps as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening, your heart rate climbing and your body wanting to go rigid.

“Felix,” you whimper as your eyes shut on instinct, hips rocking against his hand.

“Ah,” he stills his hand and your eyes slam open meeting his dark brown ones.

“Eyes here, pretty girl,” he says in his deep tone, moving his forehead to yours. You whine, your right hand holding onto his arm, the left bracing against the edge of the desk. Your mouth falls open as your orgasm crashes into you heavy and hard.

“Felix,” you moan as you force your eyes open. He pumps his fingers helping you ride out the high, foreheads together. Once the aftershocks hit, your eyes close as you compose yourself, and Felix removes his finger licking and sucking it clean. He sits down in the teacher’s chair and looks at you, mesmerized.

After a brief moment you find yourself falling to your knees in front of him. Your hands go to his pants, undoing them and he slides his shirt and tie off, revealing his abs. Your hands freeze as you stare at his toned stomach. He chuckles at your mesmerized state. You stand up, and kiss his lips passionately. His hands go to your bare torso to hold you.

“Who knew you were hiding all this under your uniform,” you smirk before your lips go to his neck. You kiss your way back down to your knees, licking over his abs and worshiping them with your mouth, feeling his muscles tense with every stroke of your wet tongue. You smirk to your self as you let your teeth graze him in your wake, kissing down to his pelvis, nipping at his hips.

You a suck a purple mark onto his right hip, a mark easily hidden, but also easily felt as he gasps and groans at the harsh way your mouth marks him.

“Possesive huh?” he drawls, attitude something between cocky and satisfied.

“Territorial,” you smirk up at him before pulling his pants down. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you stare at his bulge, running a single manicured finger over it, noticing a small twitch. You giggle to yourself at his body, the way he plays it so cool when it’s obvious he’s so desperate.

“You gonna tease me or are you gonna make me cum down that pretty little throat like the slut you are?” He smirks, masking his impatience to feel your mouth wrapped around him.

You pull his underwear down, his cock springing free. It’s red, leaking and oh so ready to be used. You lick your lips, the desire to taste him growing. You look up at him, eyes big and innocent and he groans again.

You take his cock in your hand, pumping it a few times, spreading the precum over him with your thumb teasing his slit a little.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His head falls back and you lick a stripe up the bottom of his shaft before wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue moaning at the taste. Felix’s hand grips into your hair, not to force or push you down, but to anchor himself to something.

You slowy sink your head down, the sounds he makes causing your thighs to rub together. The wet sound of him in your mouth a beautiful symphony with the sounds falling from his lips.

“Y/n,” he whimpers as your nose touches his pelvis, his cock ticking the back of your throat. Felix’s eyes squeeze shut at the overwhelming pleasure.

“So wet,” he groans as you raise your head up only to descend once more, finding a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, keep going, feels so fucking good,” he moans, an arm going over his mouth to keep himself quiet. His hips lift off the chair, causing a slight gagging sound.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he says as he looks down, noticing your eyes watering and a tear escaping.

“Cry on my dick, baby. Such a good girl,” he grunts as he repeats his actions, forcing another gag from your throat.

“So pretty when you cry for me,” he takes a thumb wipes away the tear, sucking it into this mouth. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, and he arches his back off the chair with a moan.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum, baby.” He says as he can feel the orgasm building.

“Mmf, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he mutters as you see his face scrunch and his cock twitch in your mouth. You feel his hot load squirting down the back of your throat. His arm is over his mouth, keeping himself quiet as he moans into it, his nose scrunched and eyes screwed shut.

You pull your mouth off him, allowing him a moment to collect himself.

“Fuck that was so good,” he breathes as his chest rises and falls. He stands up, kissing you as he puts your back against the desk, standing between your legs. His fingers trace your folds.

“Fuck again? Hearing me do this to you, baby girl?” He asks and you whimper into his mouth tongues dancing together.

“Just fuck me already,” you whimper.

“Mm,” he chuckles against you.

“Someone needs to remember her manners.”

“Please Felix, i need you. I want you. Fill me,” you whisper as you turn your head and your right hand splays over his cheek and jaw.

Felix’s hand goes down his length, all ready getting hard again from your begging, he pumps himself a time or two.

“I don’t have condom,” he says pulling away from your lips. You shrug.

“Raw, next question.” You joke and he smiles. He pulls you down, bending you over the side of the desk.

“Fuck,” you breathe as he allows you a brief moment to adjust. He feels your hips attempt to rock, and he smirks. He stills your hips, grabbing a hand full of your hair for leverage and drills his hips into yours. Your face is pressed onto the desk, the shelving and books and things at the back of the classroom in your vision. You screw your eyes shut, another orgasm quickly on the brink of explosion.

“Fuck, harder,” you beg as your hips try to force themselves backwards against him. You whine as you rest your forehead on your arm, breath in your face as it hits the desk right below you. Felix groans as your walls flutter around him like a vice.

“Fuck,” you squeak out as his fingers come around your body to rub tight circles on your clit. Your body begins to stiffen, heart rate speeding up, and breathing becoming gasps for air as your orgasm hits once more, your walls sucking him in as he fucks into you harder, helping you drink up every bit of pleasure available to you. As you shake against the desk, Felix’s thrust's get sloppier, his own high crashing into him as he slumps his body over yours slightly, giving you everything he has.

The two of you are naked, sweat covered and exhausted. Once the two of you are are able to breathe normally again, Felix hears voices down the hall.

“Shit!” he curses as he pulls out of you quickly.

“Get dressed!” He tosses your clothes to you, both of you quickly, and messily, getting dressed before sitting down in the desks beside each other.

“So how would you say that in Spanish?” you ask trying to act as if you’re still studying once the teacher opens the door.

“eso fue asombroso,” (that was amazing) he smirks at you. You blush, glancing at the teacher who’s completely oblivious to you as he works on his computer.

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