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Can we please appreciate Odysseus being a silent stalker in the shadows, taking out suitors with his bow, not deigning to speak to them as he takes them out one by one
until some of them go "we have to strike him in the darkness too! we know the halls of this palace! the odds can be tilted!"
and Odysseus, built this palace with his very hands, has to step out of the shadows like "are you this fucking stupid"
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synopsis: meeting someone, falling for them, and having the best night of your life wasn't part of the vacation plan you made with your friend. yet, Felix made all of it happen, in the best way imaginable. (4,9k words)
warnings: protected sex; oral sex (f!receiving); fingering; praising; power play
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After months of planning, you and your friend finally made it on that trip, and right now, youâre living the moment youâve been dreaming of. Just lounging in the sun by the sea, feeling the intense heat on your skin.
Hearing her voice, you peered over your sunglasses at her. âWhat?â
She gave a subtle look and pointed her eyebrows toward two guys sitting just a bit further down. âAre you blind? That blonde guy over there has been eyeing you up for ages and youâre completely oblivious.â
You furrowed your brows and gave her a look like you had no idea what she was talking about. You stole a quick look in their direction, trying to play it cool, and honestly? Someone really was eyeing you up.
His bright, long, blonde hair was actually shimmering under the sun. Even though he was slim, his abs were chiselled, and he possessed a beauty you honestly couldnât put into words. The combination of being both handsome and beautiful left you even moreâ
âNeed a napkin?â
Hearing her voice, you quickly diverted your gaze and turned her way. âYouâre exaggerating, I was barely even looking.â
She gave you a teasing grin and nodded in disbelief. âMhmm, sure. Totally.â But of course, she couldnât help herself. Before you could even get a word in, she just kept going. âYou practically ate him alive with your eyes! You think I missed that? Admit it, you think heâs hot.â
You instantly shushed her. âKeep it down. Theyâll hear us.â Once you actually thought anout her words, you had to asmit she had a point. He was definitely attractive, and the fact that he was checking you out, too⊠maybe you really should give him a chance. âFine, maybe Iâm feeling him a little⊠So what now? Am I supposed to just go over there andââ she snapped in before you could even get the rest of the sentence out.
âGod, no.â She pinched the bridge of her nose with a shake of her head. âOh, honey⊠what are you gonna do, just go over and say, âYou were eyeing me up and Iâm into it, so letâs be a thing.ââ She leaned in close and dropped her voice to a whisper. âHeâs going to make his way over here way before you do. Just play it cool. Keep lounging, go for a dipâwhatever. Just act natural and trust me on this one.â she whispered with an encouraging smile.
She definitely knew what she was doing more than you did, so you were all in on her plan. âDeal. But if it flops, youâre dead meat.â
She smirked playfully. âJust trust me, heâll come crawling over here in no time.â
You gave a light shrug and went back to sunbathing. âWeâll see.â
The warmth of the sun was so perfect that heâd slipped your mind entirely. That is, until a shadow cut through the sunlight. Opening your eyes, you found him standing over you, beaming down with a dazzling grin. âHey.â Hearing his tone and the low rumble of his voice sent you straight into a sitting position in an instant.
His innocent look and golden hair did not prepare you for that voice. You were so floored by how husky and deep it was that you just blanked, staring up at him until your friend's nudge snapped you out of it. âIâve actually got to take this call from my mom. Iâll leave you two to itâbe back in a few.â Before getting up, she gave you a pointed look, basically screaming at you to keep it together. Then walked off while faking a call from her mom.
âAlrightâŠâ you breathed out, barely audible, before looking up at him. âHeyâŠâ a pause, âHave a seat, please.â
He flashed that bright smile of his once again. âThanks.â He took a seat beside you, carefully avoiding crossing any linesâhe settled close enough to be friendly, but far enough to give you your space. âFelix, by the way.â He offered his hand as he spoke.
You reciprocated his smile, gave a soft nod, and introduced yourself. âGood to meet you, Felix.â
âFirst time here? I havenât run into you before. Are you here on vacation?â He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side with curiosity.
You nodded, still struggling to focus as his voice vibrated through you. âYeah, exactly. Weâd been planning this trip for ages, but we just never had the chance until now.â a pause. âI take it youâre a local?â
He nodded frantically. âIâve been here my whole life, and honestly, no other place beats this as a getaway.â He let out a small, deep chuckle.
Matching his laughter, you teased. âSince youâre talking it up so much, it better be as good as you say it is.â
With a knowing grin, he arched an eyebrow playfully. âJust behind the shore, thereâs a solid bar. Thatâs where I can start giving you the grand tour, if youâd like.â
You nodded slowly. âYeah, I saw that place on my way in⊠So, is this your âlocal guideâ routine that you pull on every tourist girl you meet?â Proping yourself up on your elbows, you met his gaze daringly, a playful grin plastered on your lips.
He let out a chuckle, clearly amused by your words. âIs that the vibe Iâm giving off? Do I really come across as that much of a flirt?â
You gave a little shrug, your lips still curved in a smile. âWell, the whole âlet me show you aroundâ thing⊠those are moved you could pull on any girl, every summer. Am I wrong?â
Without letting his smile fade, he gave a slow shake of his head. âFair enoughâyouâre absolutely right to think that. But I don't really do âtacticsâ. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to make a move. That doesn't mean I approach every girl I see like this. Am I wrong?â He countered your question with one of his own, his smile widening into a smirk.
You scoffed under your breath, smiling at him as if you couldnât believe his nerve. He knew exactly what he was doing. âAlright, have it your way. Letâs go to that bar tonight.â
With a triumphant smile, he let his gaze sweep over you slowly before meeting your eyes again. âIs nine good for you?â
You nodded in agreement. âWorks for me. Nine it is.â
He rose to his feet, keeping his gaze locked on yours. âIâm looking forward to our night. Iâll see you at nine.â
You managed a smile, masking your excitement as you give him a subtle nod. âLikewise. See you at nine.â
He gave you one last wave before heading back to his friend, and before you could even look around to find your own, she was already right there beside you. âGirl, you were incredible! I watched the whole thing from behind. Those looks he was giving you⊠And how you didn't even break a sweatâproud of you! So, howâd it go? Tell me exactly what happened.â
You shushed her quickly and began to spill. âIâm going to give you all the details, but we need to go back to hotel and prep me first. Because your girl has a date tonight.â you couldnât keep still, unable to stop smiling as you spoke.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she heard you. âNo way⊠Seriously? Girl, get up, get up right now! We need to get you ready. Heâs going to be drooling the second he sees you. Hurry, pack your things.â Without giving you a chance to answer, she started rounding up all your beach stuff.
âCould you be any more obvious? Calm down⊠geez.â you whispered to yourself with a grin, joining in to help her pack up.
She didnât even care a word you said; she was too busy thinking out loud about which dress you should wear and how to style our hair. It amazed you that she was more hyped for this than you, and you couldnât help but feel a warm sense of happiness inside.
You finished packing in record time, and now all that was left was picking an outfit and getting readyâwhich was the hardest part. But like she said, you were going to have him drooling tonight.
-
The second you stepped into the club, you could feel the heavy bass vibrating through your entire body; it was a stunning spot as he said before. As your eyes searched for Felix, you suddenly felt a light touchâa hand on the small of your back. âPerfect timing.â Bringing his lips close to your ear to compete with the loud music, he shouted slightly.
Turning your head just enough to catch his eye, you smiled. âI hope I didnât make you wait too long?â
He shook his head right away. âNot at all. I just got here five minutes ago, and my eyes were already searching for you.â The moment the words left his mouth, he couldnât help but let his eyes trace down your entire body. His eyes lingered on your legs a little too long, clearly distracted by the dress. He licked his lips subtly before meeting your eyes again. âYou look gorgeous.â He breathed out against your ear.
You were suddenly so glad the club was dark, because you could feel a massive blush creeping up your neck. You were flushing so hard you felt your face burning. âThank you.â you managed to say.
You gave him a once-over and realized you were both playing the same game. You mirrored his gesture, licking your lips as you took in the way that leather jacket hugged his frame. You were low-key disappointed to see those muscles covered up, but he still looked breathtaking. âI have to say the same about you. You look really good.â
A slight smirk played on his lips as he replied. âThanks, thanks⊠How about we grab a drink at the bar?â
Nodding in approval, you let him guide you through the crowd. âYeah, sure. Lead the way.â
He placed his hand lightly on your lower back, helping you move ahead of him. His touch was gentle, guiding you through the crowd without crossing any boundaries. Once you reached the bar, you could hear each other much better away from the blaring musicâat least you didn't feel the need to shout anymore.
Seeing the bartender approach to take your order, Felix turned your way. âWhat are you having? You should definitely try the Negroniâitâs their specialty.â
You thought for a moment, and with no particular drink in mind, you nodded. âIâll go with a Negroni, then.â You turned to the bartender to place your order, and Felix gave a âmake it twoâ gesture, sending the bartender off.
With a soft smile, he leaned in closer to talk. âStill think I pull this move on every girl, huh?â
You let out a chuckle, arching an eyebrow slightly. You could tell he genuinely didnât want you to think that, but what was the harm in making him work for it a little? âHmm, Iâm still on the fence. How exactly do you plan on changing my mind?â
He smirked, leaning right into your space to whisper. âWait for the night to unfold. I promise Iâll make a believer out of you.â Just as you were about to reply, bartender arrived with your drinks. After thanking him briefly, Felix continued. âIt hits heavy by the way. Donât come telling me I didnât warn you when it starts to kick in.â
Rolling your eyes with a playful grin, you muttered before taking a sip from your drink. âDonât take me so lightly, câmon. One drink isnât going to tip me over.â
As soon as you tasted it, you realized he wasnât exaggerating. It wouldnât knock you off your feet, but the strength of it was undeniable. The moment that first sip hit your tongue, you couldnât help but wince.
Seeing your face, he fought back a laugh by pressing his lips together. âYou okay? A bit too weak for your taste?â He teased, clearly enjoying himself.
You werenât about to let him tease you. You downed the drink in one go and set the glass down. Even though your face twisted from the bitter sting, and you had a brief coughing fit, you forced a smile anyway. âWhat was that again?â
Felixâs eyes widened in total shock, clearly caught off guard by your move. âWoah⊠take it easy. How did you pull that off?â He muttered a curse under his breath, taking a sip of his own drink with an amused smile. âI hate to break it to you, but thereâs no way Iâm finishing mine in one gulp. I have my limits, yâknow.â
You burst into a laugh, loving every second of this. âStill canât handle it in one shot? And here I thought you were a pro after all those girls you brought here. Guess I was wrong about your endurance.â With a teasing smirk, you began tracing the rim of your glass, keeping your gaze locked on his.
After taking another sip, he gave you a grin in disbelief and shook his head. âYouâre determined to keep thinking Iâm some kind of player, arenât you?â
Shrugging your shoulders lightly, you leaned in close to his ear to whisper. âWhy not work a bitharder for it, huh?â
Slowly placing his glass back on the bar, turning his whole body to face you, looking you over with a smirk. âAre you getting a little tipsy, or are you just feeling bold?â
âI already said one drink wouldnât do it, and I meant it.â You got up from your seat and dida graceful turn to prove your balance, then slid back into your spot. âI was just giving you some advice on trying a little harder, thatâs all.â Your eyes wandered over his features, lingering on his lips for a moment longer before meeting his gaze again.
When your eyes met, you could feel a heavy silence settle between you. The music, the crowd seemed to fade into the background until they were gone completely. In that moment, nobody else existed; it was only you and him.
As you felt his hand slowly caressing your cheek, your eyes closed instinctively. There was such a tenderness in his touch that it felt like you were simply melting into the warmth of his hand. âJust so you know, Iâll make sure to take your advice to heart.â He murmured slowly, despite the deep voice of his, you felt a softness in it that led you to slowly flutter your eyes open.
âAnd if I had another advice⊠would you follow that one as well?â you murmured, staring deep into his eyes without looking away.
Felix smiled softly, but this time his smile was deeper, more meaningful. As his hand continued to stroke your cheek, he pulled you into his space until you were breathing the same air. He lingered on your lips for a heartbeat, then met your gaze again, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. âIâm all ears, go on.â
âKiss me.â
He didnât need to be told twice.
Taking a deep breath, he pressed his lips firmly against yours. It wasnât soft. Wasnât tentative or testing. It was sure and certain, like heâd been thinking about this since he saw you for the first time, judging by the way his other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, he probably had.
Your hands found his chest, fingers curling into his jacket as you kissed him back with everything you had been holding in all day. Since the moment he landed his eyes on you.
He made a sound low in his throat, a groan tangled in relief, and the deepened the kiss, angling your head just so. His tongue swept across your bottom lip and you parted for him immediately, tasting the Negroni youâd just drunk from his lips.
When he finally pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours, you were both panting. âYouâre perfect.â He muttered against your lips breathlessly.
Without waiting any longer, you stood up from your seat hurriedly. âHope you donât live too far away?â
âMuch closer than you think.â Without waiting any longer second longer, he stood up and guided you toward the exit, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back.
-
The door clicks shut behind you, and before you can even kick off your shoes, Felixâs hands are on your waist, spinning you around with a firm grip that sends a thrill racing down your spine. He presses you back against the wall, his body flush against yours.
His blonde hair falls slightly into his eyes as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a devouring kiss. His lips are insistent, tongue sweeping past your parted lips to tangle with yours, tasting you deeply, hungrily. His mouth moves against yours with a growing fervor, each kiss deeper, more demanding than the last.
Felix groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against yours lips as he tilts his head, kissing you harder, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, just enough to draw a whimper from you.
The heat between you builds, your breaths quickening as the world outside the room fades to nothing. You feel his fingers brush against the fabric of your dress, his touch firm yet unhurried, as though heâs savoring the moment. His lips leave yours briefly, trailing down to your jaw, then your neck, each kiss igniting a fire that spreads through you.
âYouâre driving me insane.â he says against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your head while the other grips yours hip, pinning you in place.
The air between you grows heavier, the atmosphere charged and electric. You sense the shift as his focus sharpens, his movements deliberate yet unspoken, the tension between you nearly tangible.
And before you could sense what was happening Felix gets on his knees. With a touch thatâs both deliberate and unhurried, he lifts your leg slightly, tilting it closer to him. His lips graze the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a slow trail of kisses that climb higher with every breath.
And when Felix finally dips his head lower, the closeness of his breath on your clothed core igniting a fire along your skin. You close your eyes briefly, caught in the moment, every action a silent promise of whatâs to come.
Taking you off guard, Felix tugs the fabric of your panties between his teeth and drags it down your thighs until itâd off of you. Nothing is getting in his way now but before that, he shot you a menacing look.
His hands moved up, sliding your dress until it was bunched high on your hips. âSpread your legs for me.â He says softly, his voice a low command, and you do, parting your thighs to reveal your slick cunt to him.
âSo wet for me already.â He murmurs teasingly.
âFelix⊠please.â You whisper desperately, looking down at him with pleading eyes
Before dragging it any further, his mouth meets your cuntâtongue flicking out to taste you, lapping at your clit in firm, circling strokes. You let out a loud moan, hands flying to pull at his hair, pushing his head exactly where you need him.
âFuck⊠you taste so good. Iâve been thinking about this all night.â He groans against your skin, the words muffled as he sucks your clit between his lips, humming vibrations that makes your body arch toward him.
When he finally slid two fingers inside you and curved them just right, you cried out. He growled against you, a deep, rough sound. âGosh⊠youâre perfect.â he said, his voice wrecked.
He worked his fingers again, his mouth covering your clit, and the world went bright for a moment. His tongue delving into your folds, mixing with his fingers as he thrusts them faster, curling them to stroke your inner walls while his mouth devours your clit.
He alternates between sucking and licking, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep your legs open for him, his groans rumbling against your cunt with every pull of your fingers in his hair. The sounds he makesâdeep, needyâonly heighten the sensation, pushing you closer to the edge.
Your hips grinding down against his face, chasing the building pressure, moans spilling from your lips as you say his name over and over.
âFelixâoh, Godââ he growls again at your words, louder this time, the vibration sending a jolt through you, his tongue pressing flat against your clit while his fingers move inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
The coil in your stomach tightens unbearably, pleasure building hot and fierce, and you feel your body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you. âFelixââ
You cried out his name, your cunt clenching around his fingers, walls fluttering as waved of ecstasy pulse through you. Your thighs shake, trying to close around his head, but he holds them open, lapping your folds through it, drawing out every shudder and gasp until youâre spent, trembling against the wall.
He slows his movements, fingers easing out with a wet sound, his tongue giving one last gentle lick before he lifts his head, lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smile curving them as he looks up at you.
âYour taste⊠it was so fucking perfect, baby.â he says softly, getting on his feet slowly.
You lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss, your tongue delving deep, claiming him as he did with you moments ago. He responds eagerly, his hands roam down your sides, fingers hooking into the hem of your dress, tugging it upward with impatient urgency. You help him, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank the fabric over your head, letting it drop somewhere on the floor.
Felixâs eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts barely contained by your bra. He doesnât waste time, his mouth returning to your neck, kissing and licking a path downward while his hands work at the clasp of your bra, snapping it open with ease. The straps slide down your shoulders, and you shrug it off, exposing your skin to the cool air of the hallway and to his heated stare.
âFucking shitâŠâ he whispers, voice rough with desire, as he dips his head to kiss along your collarbone, then lower, his lips brushing the tops of your breasts.
Impatiently, your hands fumble with his jacket and shirt, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the lean muscles of his chest and abs youâd seen few hours ago at the beach. You feel his skinâs warmth under your palms as you trace the lines of him.
By the time you reach his bedroom, youâre both completely naked, his pants and boxer had thrown somewhere on the hallway, skin sliding against skin with every step.
He backs you into the room, his mouth never leaving yours, kisses turning sloppy and desperate as his hands explore every inch of your body. You stumble toward the bed, legs bumping against the edge, and Felix guides you down onto the soft mattress.
âCanât wait to be inside you.â He breathed against your mouth, fingers never stop moving around your body.
âThen do something.â You said breathlessly.
He laughed in amusement, the warmth of his breath spreading across your skin, making goosebumps rise. âI am doing something.â He muttered before reaching for the nightstand, rummaged through it for a while.
You watched his hands shake as he found the condom, tore it open with trembling hands, nearly dropping it. You pressed your lips together to supprass your laughter. You watched him roll it on, watched the way his jaw clenching when he touched himself, the way his eyes squeezed shut for a second, and then he was settling between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot even through the latex.
âReady?â He whispered, his voice rough and shaky with anticipation.
You nodded firmly and he pushed in slowly, so slowly, and you both gasped at the sensation. The stretch was perfect, that edge of too much that melted into exactly right. He was thick, much thicker than you thought heâd be, and you felt every inch as he sank into you. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard, body trembling with the effort of holding still, and you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest.
âFuckââ he groaned against your skin, the word muffled. âYou feelâI canâtâgive me a second or Iâm gonna fucking lose itâŠâ
You wrapped your legs around his waist, puling him deeper until he was fully seated inside you, you felt him twitch, felt every pulse of his cock. âYouâre so big.â
âDonâtâfuckââ his hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding deeper. âDonât say things like that. Iâm trying to hold backâshit.â
âWhat if I donât want you to hold back?â You rolled your hips deliberately, clenching around him, and he made a sound that was almost whimper. âI want you to lose it.â
He lifted his head to look at you, and the expression on his face, desperate and wanting and barely hanging on, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted around ragged breaths, made your heart race. âYouâre driving me crazy.â
âMove, Felix.â
He did. He pulled out slowly, the drag of him against your walls making you both moan, and pushed back in. He set a steady rhythm, deep and thorough, his forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing.
âYou can go harder, Lix.â
His breath hitched with the name you called him, his control snapped with your words. He grabbed your hip with one hand, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, the other braced beside your head, his forearm flexing as he held himself up, and fucked into you exactly how you asked, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin obscenely loud in the quiet room, the headboard starting to hit the wall with each thrust.
âSo tight, so wet for me⊠fuckââ He was gone now, words tumbling out between gasps, filter completely gone. âYou feel so good, so perfectâGodââ
Your nails dug into his shoulders, his back, dragging down hard enough to make him hiss. The slight pain seemed to spur him on, his hips snapping faster. âDonâtâdonât stopââ
âI wonât.â His rhythm was getting erratic, chasing his release, each thrust slightly off-beat, desperate.
Felix pulled out halfway and slammed back inâhard enough to knock the air from your throat. You cried out, back arching, and his hand flew to your hip to hold you down.
âOh myâFelixââ
âThatâs it.â he growled, voice low and rough. âTake it.â
He set a brutal rhythm now, hips snapping forward with precisionâdeep, fast, punishing. Your body jolted with every thrust, his skin slapping yours, his breath ragged against your neck.
When he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, you sobbed. âYouâre taking me so well, squeezing me like you were made for me.â
His words sent heat straight to your core, and your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, locking him in. He buried his face in your neck, his words muffled against your skin, lips moving against your pulse. âCome with meâIâm so closeââ
âOh, Godââ
Your second orgasm hit different, deeper, longer, starting from where you were connected and radiating outward, pulling him right over the edge with you. He came with a broken sound of your name, hips jerking erratically as he spilled into the condom, and you felt every pulse, every twitch of it, felt him throbbing inside you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just lay there breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, heartbeats gradually slowing, still connected. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, could feel his lips pressed against your neck, could feel the occasional aftershock flutter through both of you.
Finally, he lifted his head, brushing sweaty hair out of your face with shaking fingers, his touch so gentle compared to how heâd just fucked you. âSo,â He smirked slightly, voice breathless and shaky. âDid I finally manage to convince you?â
Although you frowned for a moment, not quite catching what he said, you let out a chuckle once you understood what he meant. âAbout that⊠I dunno, maybe I just need a little more convincing?â
Hearing this, a glint lit up in his eyes; his grin returned, and he leaned in to whisper into your ear. âI assure you that by the end of the night, youâll be completely convinced.â
let me know your thoughts about the fic in the comments below, thanks for reading :)
tw: masturbation (f); use of a sex toy (f); cockdrunk!reader & pussydrunk!felix; oral (f receiving); unprotected sex (don't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!);
a/n: this is a story i initially wrote about felix BUT posted it on my enhypen blog as a jake fic. so if you see an identical fic over at @jakey-channie donât worry, itâs still me!!
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you hear the rattling sound of keys a little too late. the front door is pushed open, and so is the bedroom door one second later, after heâs taken his shoes off and thrown the keys into the bowl you keep by the door.
âhi, my baby, i missedââ he freezes in his tracks, ââyou.â
he stares at you. you stare at him. neither dares to speak. the buzzing continues, louder than ever, echoing in the silence of the room as you desperately search for the button to switch it off. the blue vibrator you bought impulsively a few months ago because felix was on tour and there was a huge sale on the website.
the vibrator felix knows about, but which he has never seen you use before. you didnât need it when he was thereâ he knew exactly how to satisfy you.
and now heâs caught you red-handed. panties hooked in your ankle. the stupid thing wonât turn off. eventually, it stops working. youâve never felt more embarrassed, although rationally you know itâs completely normal and healthy to masturbate, even if youâre in a relationship.
felix does not look mad in the slightest.
âbaby, iâ i thought you were at work.â
itâs a lame excuse, but itâs not really an excuse. you really werenât expecting him to come home so early.
you lower your top to cover your breasts, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but right as youâre about to pull your panties up your legs you feel felixâs hand stopping you. and then, heâs kneeling by the bed.
âdonât,â his lips on your forehead. âwanna see you,â fingers gripping your top, yanking it back up. the cold air hits your nipples, making them harden, and heâs unable to take his eyes off them. âseems like you were having fun, yeah? playing with yourselfâŠâ
heâs not embarrassed like you are, you realise. something else. something inviting.
âiâm sorry.â
he shakes his head. âyouâve got nothing to be sorry about, love. yeah?â nuzzles your cheek with his nose, runs his fingers all over your naked legs. âjust caught me by surprise. a really nice surprise,â he bites his lip.
fingers reaching the centre of your thighs, where youâre wet. felix dips one finger in the sweetness coating your skin, looking at you in awe.
âso wetâŠâ he murmurs, watching the way your arousalâs now all over his fingers and makes them all shiny and sticky. âlookinâ so pretty and deliciousâŠâ
you let out a desperate sound.
his eyes darken.
his hands reach for the object lying dead on the bed, which was priorly between your legs and bringing you pleasure. he hands it to you, eyes encouraging, waiting for you to take the object.
âgo on.â
you blink, shocked, eyes wide and confused. âwhat?â
âkeep going. continue what you were doing.â
he bites his lower lip teasingly as he watches you timidly grab the small clit sucker and place it between your legs to where it previously was. he turns it on.
âbutâ lix, i mean⊠youâre here, soâŠâ
he smiles, but itâs a teasing smile. he has other plans for tonight. fucking you was already in his plans for the night, yes, but now thereâs a deeper desire that he canât ignore.
âiâll fuck you. iâm gonna give you my tongue, fingers, cockâ whatever you want,â he licks his lips, looks at where your toy rests. âbut i wanna watch you first. wanna see you making yourself come. please,â he begs, desperate, as if it were the opportunity of a lifetime and he doesnât want to miss it for the world.
and who are you to deny him?
you hiss the moment the toy kisses your clit. the lube has already dried a bit, and it causes the nicest of frictions against your skin. plus, youâre really turned on, so you think you wonât take a long time to cum. and you canât really wait for felix to fuck you.
âfeels nice?â
he murmurs, fingers grabbing your thigh, lips on your knee as his eyes bore into yours, staring into your soul.
âhmmh,â you hum, cheeks feeling hot given how embarrassed you are. ânot as good as when you eat me out, though.â
he smirks.
âgonna do that later. now i really wanna see you cum,â he bites on the inner part of your thigh, not too hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to make you squeak.
youâre close already, have been for a while even before he came home. youâre desperate and aching for release. your hands searches for his â it finds it. thighs starting to shake, teeth sinking in your lower lip, you fall apart thanks to the toy, head tipping back on the pillow and hand tightly squeezing felixâs.
he doesnât take his eyes off you, not even for one second, not even when you let the toy fall on the bed, still vibrating, as you try to catch your breath.
âdid so goodâŠâ felix kisses your knee, brushes your knuckles with his thumb. âso perfect⊠canât wait to be inside youâŠâ
âthen hurry, baby.â
he bites his lip, eyes staring between your legs where a small pool of both your arousal and sweat is wetting the sheets. felix lets go of your leg, crosses his arms over his chest and takes his t-shirt off. then, he stands up from the floor and unbuckles his belt.Â
you sit on the bed and take your top off as well whilst felix positions himself between your spread legs. you thinks heâs about to fuck you, but he buries his face between your thighs instead.Â
âoh.âÂ
he hums, lapping at your cunt. âsweet⊠taste so goodâŠâ you see his eyes rolling in the back of his skull. felix always gets pussy drunk so fast. âwanna be inside you so bad.âÂ
âwant to feel you inside of me, lix, please,â you beg, hand wrapped around his wrist, encouraging him to take off his boxers and finally push inside.Â
his hair is messy, dishevelled, and his lips are plump and wet with your cum and his spit, cheeks flustered just from tasting you for a few seconds. he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down his legs, freeing his cock, long and thick and yearning to feel you, with clear pre-cum leaking from his tip.Â
âyâmake me so hard. have no idea what you do to me.âÂ
he pumps himself a couple of times, slowly, before dipping his tip in the sweet wetness smeared all over your bare cunt, kissing your clit deliciously, making you squeak due to how sensitive you still are. you crave him, though. want to feel him stretch you out with his cock. you donât even need his fingers to prep you from how turned on you are.Â
âplease, lix. give it to me, baby.âÂ
hearing you beg is the most beautiful symphony. but as much as heâd like to tease you a little bit more, heâs desperate himself. felix aligns himself at your entrance, pushes the tip of his cock inside you, and watches closely as you gasp out from the sudden fullness. he slides right in, welcomed by your wetness.
heâs big and hard and throbbing, and youâve been thinking about this the whole night.Â
âthank you, thank you, thank you,â you mumble incoherently as he pushes inside until heâs fully buried in your cunt.Â
âs-so tight, baby,â he whines, nose scrunching as he hovers over you, balancing his body weight on one elbow as he caresses your forehead with his other thumb.âso fuckinâ tight ânâ wet.â
âjust fâyou, baby. lix. baby. love.â you ramble on, completely cock drunk already. âfuck me. fuck me, baby, please.âÂ
his head drops in the crook of your neck as he tries his best not to cum in three seconds flat. his fingers get lost in your hair as he plays with it sweetly, twisting one strand around his pointer finger.Â
eventually, he starts to move, knocking your breath out of your lungs from how big he is, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. he kisses you on the lips, on the corner of your mouth, on your neck, on every part of you that his lips can reach as he fucks you. you hook your legs around his, pulling him closer until youâre one being, until you canât distinguish where you end and felix begins.Â
âso good to me. every time,â he mumbles, âcan never get enough of you.â
nails on his back. theyâll probably leave red marks heâll have to make an excuse for. he doesnât care right now. not as he pushes inside of you, not as you move your lower half to meet his thrusts, not as you clench around him desperately until he almost canât move inside of you.Â
âlix. baby. gonnaâ gonna cum.âÂ
you gasp out, pulling his hair gently. he wouldnât mind it if you were rough with him. his cock is big and hard, entirely coated in your wetness, and his pelvis brushes your clit with each thrust. itâs too much and itâs not enough at the same time. you know your muscles will be sore tomorrow but you honestly donât care right now.Â
âme too, baby. sweetie. sweetheart. my princess.âÂ
you both cum with your foreheads pressed on one another, eyes closed shut and noses scrunched up in pleasure as you hold on to each other. he twitches and fills you up and itâs warm inside of you, your releases mixing together beautifully, making a mess of the sheets. you donât care about that either.Â
he falls on top of you, spent, and finds your arms welcoming him. he rests his head in the softness of your chest, and itâs your turn to play with felixâs hair now. he intertwines your fingers with his, catching his breath. he begins to soften inside of you and you know whatâll come next. youâll change the bedsheets, have a nice shower and nightly skin care routine together and then fall asleep in each otherâs arms. you smile at the thought.Â
js something short n sweet... felix being the best boyfriend & taking good care of you <33
cw. period sex, oral (f), pet names: angel, baby, love wc. 900 minors dni.
cramps coil hot and tight in your tummy. your head hurts, and the soft blanket cocoon you've build around yourself on the bed isn't helping. neither are your favorite tv show or the bar of chocolate you wolfed down earlier.
felix slips into the room quietly, a soft smile on his lips and a tray balanced in his hands: a cup of steaming hot tea, a heating pad, and one of his delicious home-made brownies.
"hey, angel," he greets, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "thought you could use this."
you grumble and hug your knees tighter. not even the sugary scent of freshly baked brownie entices you.
felix chuckles and crawls up onto the bed beside you, his warm hand smoothing over your thigh.
"you don't have to talk," he says, voice gentle. "just let me take care of you, yeah?"
you don't resist when he slips underneath the blanket, massaging his thumbs into your tight calves, kneading your sore muscles until you melt back into the stack of pillows. his touch drifts higher, brushing careful circles on your lower belly, easing the waves of pain. your head tips back against the headboard with a soft thud.
"hurts there, doesn't it? don't worry, baby. i'll make it better."
he kisses your temple and coaxes you onto your back, tugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts. his tongue darts out to wet his lips but his touch stays gentle as his palms cup your soft flesh, thumbs brushing your stiffening nipples.
you whine when he leans down and sucks one into his mouth. his tongue circles the sensitive bud until the ache in your belly starts to blur into something more⊠needy. felix groans softly, fully focused on giving every inch of your chest enough attention.
"so sensitive, hm?" he kisses the space between your breasts. "let me spoil you."
his hand slips lower, sliding underneath the waistband of your panties. you press your legs together but he eases them open with gentle pressure.
"felixâŠ" you protest, too embarrassed about the prospect of him touching you right now â of him seeing you like this, bloated and messy. you'd just changed your pad after you got out of the shower, but you doubt the sight will be pretty.
"i read something on reddit," felix starts, and now it's his turn to look flustered. despite his rosy cheeks he keeps his gaze on you. "someone said an orgasm can help relieve period cramps. he'd, um, helped⊠several womenâŠ"
you laugh, then wince at the sharp twinge of pain stabbing your belly. "you're reading about periods⊠on reddit?"
felix groans. "okay, that someone was jisung â" he sighs in exasperation when you burst out laughing again. "please, will you let me make you feel good? don't worry about the mess. i don't care."
he kisses your shoulder, teases the inside of your thigh with his fingers, and you feel your resolve crumble.
"fine," you mutter, not fully convinced â but felix is always honest about his feelings for you, and he does love to make you feel good. maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt.
felix carefully slides your panties down your legs and helps you lift your hips to put a towel down. his hands smooth over your skin while his low voice mutters sweet praises and slowly eases you into contentment, making sure you're comfortable. you sigh and let your body relax against the pillows.
two fingers spread your folds, and then, to your surprise, his warm mouth follows. you whimper when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the sharp cramps that had you curled up minutes ago dulling under the rush of pleasure.
"lix â oh fuck," you gasp, your fingers twisting into his blond hair.
felix hums against you, the vibrations shooting sparks up your core. he doesn't flinch at the taste of iron, doesn't slow down when his chin gets messy. he licks you open and moans around your clit, circling your hole with two fingers before gently sliding them inside.
they curl tenderly, massaging your walls in time with his mouth on your clit. your hips jerk up to meet his tongue, embarrassment long forgotten. spurred on by your actions felix adds a bit more pressure until your thighs start to shake and you're chanting his name.
"lix â i- i'm close â" you gasp and feel him smile against your slick skin, not slowing down until the cramps are drowned out by waves of pleasure. when he finally pulls back his lips and chin glisten in the light but he only grins, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
"there you go," he whispers, crawling up your body to lay down next to you. he wipes his face with the back of his hand before pressing his plush lips to yours. you still taste yourself, the faint mixture of copper and arousal, but he holds you close and kisses you like nothing else exists in this world.
"feel better?" he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek.
you nod, still trembling. "i can't believe that bastard was right," you laugh shakily. "don't tell him i said that, though. it'll go to his head."
felix giggles and wraps you up in his arms, kissing your forehead. "don't worry, love. i'll be your painkiller anytime."
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you shouldn't be here.
not like this: straddling felix's lap in an empty practice room, his cock buried deep between your walls, the mirror reflecting your intertwined figures back at you.
the room smells of sweat and deodorant, a faint bass thumping through the walls from another group's practice. anyone could walk in. the door isn't even locked.
felix's arms are wrapped tight around your waist, holding you in place. his cock throbs hot and heavy inside you.
"don't move," he says, voice low against your ear. the easy lilt to his tone makes it sound sweet, a request, but his tight grip says otherwise. "just keep me warm for a bit, yeah? no one's gonna know."
your thighs tremble from the stretch, heat nestling low in your core. his cock twitches and you bite back a whimper. what if anyone finds you like this? what would the other members say when they discover you've been fooling around behind their backs?
"...felixâŠ"
"shh." his hand slides up your spine, settling at the base of your neck. not applying any pressure. just holding you there, the mere weight of it making it impossible to move. "don't make a sound unless you want everyone out there to hear how bad you need my cock."
you try to avoid looking in the mirror but he tilts your chin with his thumb and forces your gaze to lock onto your reflection. you see yourself perched on his lap: your pretty little practice shorts bunched at your hips, his sweatpants dragged low and his shirt hiked up to expose a soft trail of hair leading down to where you're connected.
you look ruined already, sweaty and desperate, and he hasn't even moved.
felix's lips brush your jaw. "fuck, you look pathetic. clenching down on me like you never want me to leave. my greedy little slut."
a door slams. voices carry through the hallway past the practice room. you freeze, a mixture of shame and arousal burning in your chest, but felix doesn't flinch. instead, he rocks his hips just once. it's enough to make your breath hitch. then he stills again, his sweet smile curling against your skin.
"you're dripping all over me," he whispers, voice dropping even lower. "bet you'll leave a stain on my sweats. then everyone will know what we've been doing."
"stop," you plead, but it comes out too soft. too desperate.
"stop?" he chuckles. his fingers tighten at your nape, reminding you who's in control. "say that again while your pussy clenches around me like this. you don't want me to stop."
the sound of more voices echoes on the others side of the door. you bury your face in his shoulder, panic locking up your throat. the footsteps fade away and you let out a shaky breath.
"scared?" felix asks. his free hand slips down, presses against your belly where his cock stretches you. "or just turned on by the thought of getting caught like this?"
you whimper when he shifts his hand lower, fingers brushing your clit with deliberation. not enough to give relief: just the faintest touch of his calloused fingertips that makes your hips roll against him despite yourself.
"that's it, angel," felix grins. "stay still. let me make you cum on my cock without even moving."
you shake your head, shame heating your cheeks, but he pinches your clit between his fingers. his touch becomes crueler, teasing the swollen bud until your legs shake.
"lix, no, you'll⊠someone will hear â"
"no one will hear," felix interrupts, almost tender as he presses a kiss to your temple. his fingers draw steady circles on your clit. "not unless you want them to. not if you keep your pretty mouth shut while you soak my cock."
he pulls your chin again and your eyes flutter open. you hadn't realized they'd closed.
"look," felix's eyes find your frantic gaze in the mirror. his eyes are dark, pupils blown, and a pretty pink flush dusts his freckled cheeks. "look how well you take me. how wet you are for me. say it â tell me you love it."
you bite down on your lip, trying to hold back the words, but your pussy betrays you with every clench around him.
"lix â ahh, i⊠i love it."
his grin is all teeth and crinkled eyes, pleased with how you fall apart for him. "knew it." he presses harder on your clit, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. "cum for me, angel. quiet, or they'll know."
his words push you over the edge, white-hot pleasure searing through your body. you shake in his lap, muffling your cries against his shoulder. your cunt flutters around him so tightly he groans.
"there she is, my beautiful girl. making a mess on my cock like the perfect little cocksleeve you are."
you slump against him, panting, and he strokes your hair while his fingers keep working you through your orgasm. his cock is still heavy inside you. twitching. waiting.
felix kisses your damp cheek. "don't think i'm done, angel. i'll keep you plugged until lunch break is over. maybe longer." he tilts your chin up to study your face. his free hand slips down to your ass, squeezing it, guiding the smallest grind of your hips against his. it's enough to make your sensitive clit brush the base of his cock, the head hitting that sweet spot deep inside, making you moan in surprise.
felix grins and swallows the noise with his mouth. then he lifts your hips with both hands, dragging you up and down his cock. his breath is hot against your lips, deep voice a hushed warning:
"and if you make another sound, angel? i'll fuck you against that mirror and make the whole building hear."
Authors note: I know I said I probably wasn't ever going to post to this account again but here I am. So I hope you guys enjoy this.
Warning â ïž: Smut so minors do not interact!
Felix worked hard. Felix worked so hard that he often overexerted himself. Felix worked so hard that he often gave 110% of himself. Felix worked so hard that he often came home exhausted and ready to cuddle you into bed. It's not a statement. It's a fact. It's a fact that you can't stand because then there's days he's so weak. The fact that sometimes Felix works himself to the bone is the only thing that makes you frown. You can't stand those days when he's so weak, not because you resent his efforts but because you know how much strength he usually pours into the world. You can't stand seeing your happy and vibrant Felix diminished. Even in his exhaustion, though, that's when the sweetest and most caring side of Felix comes out.
Even when he can barely keep his eyes open, he still manages to smile the moment he sees you. It's a soft but weak smile, but it's pure Felix.
He can't help but shuffle towards the couch with his arms already reaching for you. His bag is still around his shoulder, and you can't help but return the smile. Your arms are already open when he finally gets to you as he melts into your embrace. His head finds the crook of your neck, and a deep sigh escapes his lips. Itâs a sigh of relief of finally being home.
"I missed you." He mumbles, and the words are slightly slurred, but you know he means it. That you are the recovery he needs and that you are his home.
"I missed you too, my love." You whisper as you gently rub his back. You feel the heavy thud of his bag against you as he clings even more onto you. "Let's get this off, okay? You need to rest."
He gives you a weak nod, but his grip around you doesn't loosen immediately. He just wants a moment. Just this one grounding moment before the world's obligations, even the small ones like removing a bag, intrude again. You can't help but let him take the moment he needs remembering how he had walked in just a moment ago.
After a few more seconds, he finally pulls back just enough for you to slide the strap of the heavy bag off his shoulder. It drops onto the floor, and without the weight, he leans back into you.
You gently rub circles into his back, savoring the feeling of his presence.
"You're so warm." He mumbles contentedly against your neck.
You move softly, earning a whine from him. His protests stop, however, when your hands move to cup his cheeks. You lift his face so his tired eyes meet yours, and you can't help but notice his freckles and the dark circles beneath them, yet the warmth in them never fades.
"I think you need more than just cuddles, Lix." You softly run a thumb over his cheekbone. "How about a nice long bath? I can run it for you. Super hot and lots of bubbles. Maybe some of that lavender oil you like?"
He blinks slowly, taking in your words. The idea is clearly appealing, but the effort required to move again seems like too much. "I'm really comfortable right here, though." He mumbles, attempting a slight pout that's too weak to be effective.
You can't help but give him a kiss. "I know you are, baby, but you'll feel so much better afterward. You can't tell me you're not aching. We can cuddle even more once you're clean and relaxed, alright?"
You give him a sweet smile, hoping he gives into it, and that seems to do just the trick.
"Okay." His weak grip finally loosens. "But you have to join me."
You knew that was coming. Felix had a thing for turning simple requests into shared moments, especially when he was tired and craving closeness. The thought of joining him in the bath, however, sounded wonderfully relaxing for the both of you.
"Of course I will." You tell him, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll start the water right now."
Felix lets you guide him to the bathroom without resistance. He has no complaints as you start the water, and he leans against the counter. You drop in a generous amount of bubble bath watching as the water rises and turns into bubbles. Then you add a few drops of the lavender essential oil and can already feel it calming you, and it's no surprise when you turn to Felix and his eyes are half-closed. His movements are slow, so of course, you reach for your blonde boyfriend.
"Come here, Lix. Let me help you with your clothes."
He nods silently, stepping closer so you can help him. You carefully pull his shirt over his head, and your fingers brush against his warm skin. His eyes are fixed on you with a loving and appreciative gaze. As his shirt falls to the ground, you press a soft kiss to his shoulder before turning your attention to his belt and jeans. He manages to shift his weight to help you pull them down, and soon, he is standing there completely naked.
"Be careful." You tell him as you guide him toward the tub, which is now ready.
He steps in, and the hot water immediately makes him let out a deep and satisfied groan. The sound is music to your ears, and it means the warmth is already starting to work its magic on his aching muscles.
You take a moment to quickly undress yourself tossing your clothes haphazardly, and you realize his eyes have not left you.
His eyes follow as you step into the tub and gently lower yourself inside. Felix's arms wrap around you, and he lets you lean your back onto his chest. It's quiet for a moment as you let the water calm his aching muscles.
"Thank you, baby." Felix finally says. "You knew just what I needed." His voice reveals how tired he is, but you can still hear the warmth. He presses a kiss to your neck, making you shudder.
"I love and appreciate you so much. I'm sorry if I've made you feel like I haven't lately." Of course he has. Felix reminds you every day. That's one of the reasons you love him so much. No matter what he has going on, he still shows you how much he loves and appreciates you.
Before you can even tell him how he does every day, he presses another kiss, making you melt.
"I missed you so much today. Can I show you how much I did?" He mumbles as he presses another kiss, making you shiver once again.
"You're not tired?" You ask him, giving him more access to the side of your neck he's still kissing on.
"Not when it comes to you. I can make love to you a million times and still not be tired." He mumbles before pressing a kiss once more as his hands start making their way up to your breasts. He doesn't touch them just yet, though, and instead waits for your answer.
"Of course you can." That's enough for Felix's hands to continue exploring.
His fingers find your nipples and he begins to gently tease them rolling and pinching the sensitive buds between his fingertips.
You can't help but moan softly arching into his touch. Felix's mouth is still on your neck, his lips and tongue working together to leave a trail of hot kisses along your skin.
"Mmm... I love the sounds you make for me." He mumbles against your neck as his hot breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver.
One of his hands slides down from your breast, trailing over your stomach and coming to rest between your thighs. His fingers brush over your clit and you let out a gasp. Your hips buck slightly at the contact.
"You're already so wet for me." Felix says as he rub slow circles over your clit. "I love knowing that I can turn you on like this, just by touching you."
His other hand continues to tease your breasts, switching between the two and making you moan even louder. The pleasure is building quickly, and you can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.
"Please, Felix..." You pant desperately. "I need more."
Felix chuckles softly his finger still circling your clit. "What do you need baby? Tell me what you want."
You moan again, squirming against him as his fingers continue their tortuous teasing. "I need you inside me. Please..."
Felix groans at your words as his hard cock presses against your back. "Fuck. I love it when you beg for me like that. I'm going to give you exactly what you need."
He removes his hand from between your thighs, and you whine at the loss of contact. Then you feel him shifting behind you, and you realize what he's doing.
Felix guides you to turn around so you're facing him as he has you straddle his hips in the tub. His hard length is pressed against your stomach, and you can feel the heat radiating off of it.
"Look at me, baby." Felix says softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "I want to see your face when I make you come."
You can't help but be slightly embarrassed at that no matter how many times he's said something like that. He slowly lifts you up by your hips. He positions himself at your entrance and then with one smooth motion he lowers you down onto his cock.
You both moan loudly as he fills you completely. Felix starts to move you up and down on him, setting a slow and steady pace as he rocks into you.
"God you feel so good wrapped around my cock." He pants as his hips thrusts up to meet yours. "I love feeling you like this. All wet and tight..."
His words only serve to turn you on more, and you start to move faster, riding him harder as you chase your pleasure. The water sloshes around you with every thrust splashing up against your skin and adding an extra layer of sensation.
Felix leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to thrust into you. His tongue tangles with yours in a dominance battle that you both know he wins every time.
You can feel your orgasm building quickly, your inner walls starting to clench around him as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.
"Fuck! I'm close..." Felix moans against your lips as his hips start to move faster. "Come for me baby. Let me feel you come undone on my cock."
His words push you over the edge, and your orgasm crashes over you in intense waves. Your inner walls clench tightly around him, pulsing and fluttering as he continues to thrust into you.
Felix follows soon after moaning your name as he finds his own release. You can feel his hot seed filling you up as he pulses inside you, prolonging your own orgasm.
You both collapse against each other in the tub, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Felix pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.
"That was incredible." He mumbles his voice hoarse from his own release. "Thank you for taking such good care of me tonight."
You smile softly, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. "Of course, Lix. You deserve it after working so hard all day."
He hums contentedly, nuzzling into your neck as he holds you close. You both sit there for a few moments, just basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking session.
Eventually, Felix starts to run his fingers up and down your sides, tracing patterns on your skin. "I don't think I can move quite yet." He admits with a soft laugh. "My legs feel like jelly."
You chuckle softly, leaning back against him as you both relax further into the tub. "That's okay, we can just stay here for a while. Let the water help us wind down."
Felix nods, pressing another kiss to your neck as he holds you close. You both stay there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and the warmth of the water.
After some time, Felix finally starts to move again, letting the water out to run it again once more and helping you both wash off quickly. He helps you stand and get out and you feel as if it should be the other way around considering how tired he was when you both had first entered the bathroom but Felix seems happy to take care of you. He quickly dries off with a towel, and he wraps another towel around you and begins to gently dry you off, being extra careful. You can't help but smile at his gentle touch, feeling cherished and loved in his arms.
Once you're both dry, Felix takes your hand and leads you to your shared room and lets you dress him before taking his time to dress you. You can't help but give him a kiss, which he happily accepts. He lets you grab his hand, guiding him towards the bed. You put the blanket over both of you, and he presses a kiss to your nose.
"You look so cozy." He murmurs out before placing another sweet kiss to your lips. "Get some rest, Lixie." You tell him as you snuggle up against him. His arms wrap around you, and you both lay there together, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking and just enjoying each other's company.
As you drift off to sleep in each other's arms, you can't help but feel grateful for this man who loves and cares for you so deeply. Even on the hardest days, he always finds a way to show you how much you mean to him.
felix wanted to start a family with you, everyone knew that. his members, STAY, family⊠everyone. tho video of him and chan playing with little kids went viral, millions saw it; including you.
STAY edited clips of him, captioned: felix is such a girl dad! you grinned, laughing at the thought of him being a father.
whenever you two had sex, youâd always be on birth control so that he could go in raw & not worry about anything. you never really thought he had a kink or such.
well that was until now.
felix was pounding into you in missionary while holding your hands above your head. he had this pussydrunk look in his eyes that made him look dazed.
you had come to visit him on tour, with the help of the members. now, you were feeling just how much he missed you; and your pussy.
âso fuckinâ beautiful. missed you sâmuch angel- that hurt.â felix muttered, releasing a hand from yours to wipe your tears.
âclenching me so t-tight.. yâmissed me too, yeah?â his face was so beautiful; dripping with sweet and lovesick eyes. you could whimper in response to his words, âyes lix, oh fuck⊠you feel so good!â
his thrusts were godly, and you felt your toes curl and your eyes rolled back. âmâgonna cum felix!â you cried out moving against the restrictions of his hands.
felix snaked a hand inbetween your tangled bodies, circling your sensitive, puffed up clit. his fingers squeezed the nub, giving the release you badly needed.
you came around him, creating a white circle of cum on the base of his cock. your chest was heaving and your breasts were flinging up in down at the rhythm of his pistoning hips.
âfelix- itâs tâmuch!â you wiggled your hips, turning your head away from him. he grabbed your chin, facing you back towards him. âso selfish angel. you not even gonna let me cum? fill you up like iâm supposed to?â
âyouâre gonna be so full princess. all swollen of my seed then soon enough youâll be round with my babies. gonna let everyone know your mine, yeah? my members, STAY, my family; fuck- everyone.â
felix rambled, before cumming with a strangled groan. his loads of cum painted your hot, abused walls. it was so much of it; more than usual. âmy balls were so fuckin heavy at the thought; missin you like crazy, and then you show up here in some damn lingerie, asking me to fuck you senseless.â
his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. he breathed,
Vamp!Felix x F! Reader
Synopsis: When your health takes a turn for the worst, you must force yourself to trust the one thing you're sworn to end.
Warnings: Angst, SMUT, blood, biting, unprotected p in v, cunnlingus, fluff.
A/N: For @emmiesoverthemoon Emmie's Haunted Mansion event! Thank you for letting me participate! I had so much fun writing this!
His fist narrowly misses your face as you duck and knee his ribs. Itâs gone this way a million times, you and Felix fighting in the middle of the night, his fangs threatening to end your existence- like you were sworn to do to him.Â
âCome on, huntress. Just stop fighting,â he laughs as the blow forces him to stumble back, âLet fate take its course.âÂ
âThatâs exactly what Iâmâ ah! Bitch!â you groan as he sweeps your leg from underneath you. He stands over you, your leg now incapacitated. His eyes are sharp, alluring, captivating.Â
âFinally,â he says with a wicked grin as he straddles your waist. His fangs pop out and for a moment he hesitates as his mouth is inches from your neck. Youâre able to gather just enough strength in your other leg to kick him off of you. He flies through the air, and lands on his back just long enough for you to escape.Â
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Back at the bunker, you limp inside, your father and brother are cleaning weapons when they notice you. They rush to your side, helping you walk over to the chair.Â
âFelix,â your brother growls, frustrated with furrowed brows.
âIâm fine, just a little banged up.â
âThis is why I told you I donât want you going out alone. Ever since he first caught the scent of your blood, heâs been after you. No more!â Your father barks and you roll your eyes as you sit in the chair, propping your leg up, watching him leave the room momentarily.
âHere, drink this, itâll help with the healing.â Your brother hands you a vial of some odd looking liquid. You pop the top off the vial and down the liquid, a slight burn being felt in your throat as a result.Â
âWhat was that,â your voice is gruff.
âSomething dad made up.â He shrugs absentmindedly. You nod as you sit there, still winded from your fight.Â
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The next morning you wake up, feeling as if your body is on fire. You hiss, confused by the sensation and drag yourself to the mirror. Your skin is pale, eyes are dull and the burning begins to intensify forcing you to cry out and drop to the floor.Â
A few moments later your door busts open and your brother is by your side.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, frantic as he looks over your body.Â
âIt hurts!â your voice is broken, scratchy, and your face scrunched in pain.Â
âWha- how?âÂ
âI donât know! Just make it stop!â You cry out again and your brother races downstairs to grab your father.Â
âWhat happened?â He asks and your brother tells him he isnât sure as they both walk by the table you were sitting at the previous night
âWait, whereâs the bottle I had sitting over here?â He asks and looks to son.
âThe healing potion, I gave it to her for leg last night.â
âYou what?!â Your fatherâs voice echoes through the house.Â
âWhat?!â
âYou idiot, that wasnât a healing potion! It was Bloodroot! It's fatal to humans!âÂ
âWhy the hell did you have that?â
âFor weapons and torture!â He screams as he runs up to your room.
âIâm gonna get you some help okay? Just hang in there.â He says as he picks your aching body up and places you in bed; your body already going cold and clammy.Â
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Your father knocks on Felixâs door, his heart beat erratic- something Felix can hear all too loudly.
âWhat the hell?â Felixâs eyes grow wide.Â
âCome on, man Iâm napping, we can fight to the bitter end once the sun goes down.â He goes to shut the door in his face but his foot stops the door.Â
âI needâŠâ your father grimaces, âI need your help.â Felix freezes but he peers back at your father.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âItâs my daughter. I need your help.âÂ
âWhy would I help her?â He scoffs.
âBecause you care about her,â he answers and Felix scoffs. If he had a heartbeat, he would swear his heart would've stopped.
âWhat?â His tone goes tense, higher in pitch, as he looks at your father.
âYouâve never killed her, and youâve had the upper hand plenty of times. There must be a reason for that.âÂ
âI donât know what you mean-âÂ
âLook, I donât want to be here either, and I donât want to ask, but Iâm desperate.âÂ
Felix thinks for a moment.
âWhatâs wrong with her?âÂ
âShe drank bloodroot.âÂ
âNow how in the world did you get that?â he asks, a knowing tone to his voice.Â
âLook, are you going to help me or not?âÂ
âSo youâre telling me you want me to let your daughter, the one who wants my head on a spike, feed off me? Isnât that a bit backwards? No deal.â
âFelix!â He pushes the door open, chest heaving and pushing the vampire against the wall.Â
âSheâs my only daughter.â He says lowly and Felix smiles like heâs amused.Â
âWhat do I get in return?âÂ
âYour head stays attached to your body.â He gives Felix a wicked smile.
âMate, I have that now.â
âWhat do you want?â His voice is bitter as he lets him go, backing up. Felix smoothes down his shirt.
âShe lets me feed,â he smiles at your father, fangs bright white.Â
âWhat? No way in hell!âÂ
âIf you donât want me draining innocents I have to eat.â he forces a faux innocent tone.
âIf she feeds from you, and you from her, wonât the toxin just go back into her body?â Felix sighs, clearly annoyed.Â
âYou hunt us and yet know so little,â he mumbles as he rolls his eyes, âMy body will absorb the toxin.âÂ
âFine, but after you save her, we go back to normal.âÂ
âWeâll see how she feels about that,â he smirks.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Your fatherâs brows furrow.
âA hunter feeding from a vampire? It can be a-â he pauses for dramatic effect, âRitualistic experience.â His voice drips of something deep, secretive, but your father doesnât have much of a choice.Â
âFine, but you stay by her side, she needs you and youâre there. You donât leave, you donât back out. Youâre nothing but a blood bank for her.â Your fatherâs face is serious as Felix hums in amusement.
âThe feelingâs mutual.âÂ
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That afternoon, back at home, your blood is now cold as ice and heart beat slow. Your body is weak, the sunlight burns and you feel as though youâre on death's door step when your bedroom door flies open.Â
âNever fear, my love, help is here.â His Aussie accent cuts through the room as he comes into view, bags in his hands.
âWhat theââ your father steps out from behind him.
âWhat is he doing here?â You try to reach for your blade, and Felixâs brow cocks upwards when youâre too weak.
âShit, you werenât kidding,â he says, voice softer than usual.Â
âY/n, you drank bloodroot,â your father trails off. Your eyes widen and you groan as you remember the burning sensation from the drink the night before.Â
âNathan! If I survive this youâre fucking dead!â You try to shout at your brother, but you canât quite make your voice carry.Â
âOkay, is there anything we need to do?â He looks at Felix whose eyes are softened, face stoic.Â
âJust leave us,â he says softly.
âWait, how do we treat it?â You look between the two men, eyes wide and panic lacing your voice.Â
âYouâll drink from me,â Felix begins but you cut him off.
âNo way,â you scoot up further into the bed, putting as much distance between him and yourself as possible.Â
âY/n,â your father says gently. Your eyes land on him and you can see the fear in his eyes.Â
âItâs the only way. You won't make it if you donât.âÂ
âOkay, but whatâs in it for him?âÂ
âI feed from you.â He says simply.Â
âFuck you, no!â Your eyes scan your father looking for any sign that this is a joke. Yet you find none.Â
âIâm not letting this monster feed off me!â You cut your eyes at him.
âI do have feelings,â he fakes a wounded expression, âAnyway, that's my deal, sweetheart. Take it or leave it. And of course by leaving it, you wonât survive the night.â He gives you a mocking smile.Â
You sigh and stare up at your ceiling.Â
âFine, but only because itâs literally the only way!â You warn with a pout, and he raises his brows quickly before letting them fall down just as quick. His lips are pursed, already tense. Your father gives Felix one last look from the doorway.
âScream if you need anything,â he says before shutting the door.Â
Felix slowly moves towards you and sits down beside you on the bed.Â
âHow does this even work?â Your voice is unsure, hesitant.
âYour body will tell you when itâs better. It could take a few days to maybe a few weeks.â He explains. You take a shaky breath.Â
âI can feel your fear from here, calm down. Besides, you get to go first.âÂ
âHow do I know this will work?âÂ
âBecause, if your father is smart enough to get bloodroot from a vampireâs garden, Iâm sure heâs smart enough to research how to reverse the effects.âÂ
âHave you ever done this before?â
âNope. So donât worry, youâre not the only one whoâs nervous.â He flashes his fangs in a sarcastic smile.
He takes the blade on your bedside table and slides it across his wrist. He chuckles to himself as he watches the red liquid start to roll down his arm.Â
âWhatâs funny?âÂ
âThe irony... to save your sorry ass.â He offers his wrist to you. You look at him, hesitating. His gaze is something you donât recognizeâ itâs tender, almost domestic.Â
âGo on,â he whispers. Your mouth attaches to his wrist, noting the coolness to his skin, tongue swiping at the droplet before gently sucking. It doesnât taste the way you expect, metallic and bitter. But rather, sweet and pleasant; like an addictive candy. A quiet hum releases from your throat as you taste him. Your eyes flutter closed as your hands wrap around his arm, holding it close. Felix looks at you as he feels the suction on his wrist, and he begins to feel a sense of responsibility, a claim to you; like your now his to protect and heal, his to keep and take care of.
âThatâs it, keep going.â he whispers in your ear before his forehead rests on the side of your head. Something about the moment between you shifts as your breathing becomes heavier- fuller, feeling ever so slowly, like life is coming back to your body.Â
âThatâs a good girl,â he whispers once your mouth releases him. You take a deep breath, lips now red. For a moment the two of you sit silently, not looking at each other, but feeling the shift all too loudly.Â
âIâll need to replenish my strength each time you do this.â He whispers.Â
âHow do I know you wonât just drain me?â You ask after wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.Â
âBecause if I wanted to do that, I wouldâve done it just now, when your father left.â You nod in response and crane your neck, taking a deep breath.Â
âIâll be gentle,â he tries to soothe you. He can hear your heartbeat quicken the closer he gets.Â
âCalm down, angel, Iâm not here to hurt you.â he whispers against your skin, placing a soft kiss to the area, forcing your breath to catch. His mouth opens over the area, and his teeth pierce your skin, causing you to wince, a small whimper falling from your lips. His hand holds onto your opposite side, helping you not to squirm away, and your hands grab onto his arm as you try to steady your breathing.Â
You can feel it leave your neck and the way his tongue laps at your skin slightly. He moans softly against you, your taste addicting to him; his own breathing getting heavier.
âFelix,â you gasp as your body slightly goes weak, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy, âI think thatâs enough,â you breathe. He tears himself away, mouth now red, fangs no longer white and shiny.
âSorry,â he breathes. The two of you look into each other's eyes, knowing that everythingâs changed. Thereâs something concrete between you now, an unspoken rule. An unspoken devotion.Â
âHow do you feel?â he clears his throat, getting off the bed, breaking the tension.Â
âThe burning isnât so intense, I donât feel like I want to peel my skin off anymore.â you admit. He looks back at you through your vanity mirror.Â
âGood, that means itâs working.âÂ
âIâm tired though,â you start to yawn. The moonâs come out and the only light in the room is your small bedside lamp.
âYou sleep, Iâll be downstairs.âÂ
âLike I trust you around my family.â
He smirks, feeling that you somewhat do trust him.Â
âYou love them, donât you?âÂ
âObviously.â You deadpan.
âThen theyâre fine.â he admits and before you can question him further he leaves the room.
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Downstairs your father and brother are at the weapons table, continuing the chore of cleaning weapons, yours now added to the pile.Â
They look at him suspiciously as he approaches.
âWhat?â He asks as he looks them up and down. They donât answer him, just look down and continue their tasks. He watches them, the way they clean the barrel, oil up the parts, and start to assemble it back together. The way they wipe the blades carefully, cleaning off whatever remnants of whatever monster it was.Â
He should feel insulted, he should feel like he wants to leave or maybe even take revenge. But instead, he walks up to the far side of the table and picks up a blade, twisting it in his hand as he inspects it. He grabs a cloth wiping it clean. The two men stare at him, and he can feel it; their curiosity, their hesitation to trust him, but he continues despite it all.
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Later that night, heâs walking around the bunker, looking through the books in the library you rarely get to use, when he feels himself start to break out into a cold sweat. His brows furrow as his forefinger stops on the spine of a book. He feels his heart start to beat wildly.
He makes his way back up to your room, finding you tossing and turning in bed, sheets thrown off you, body writhing and legs kicking, soft mumbles falling from your lips.Â
âY/n,â he says, but your eyes donât open. The closer he gets he feels the fear, the tension, and he can hear your heart hammering in your chest; it syncs with the way his own beats. In that moment he feels not only your fear, but some of his own.
âY/n,â he shakes you and you jerk, âAngel,â he whispers in your ear, âwake up.â
You jolt awake and upright, forcing Felix to slightly back away from you, a look of concern all over his face. Your eyes find his and you push him to the floor.
âGet the hell out!â you yell and he looks at you with wild eyes.Â
âWhat? I didnât do anything!â Heâs on his feet the same time you are, though youâre unstable.Â
âGet! Out!â each word punctuated harshly.Â
âY/n, stop!â he says as your fists pound on his chest, not doing anything to him, and you try to push him, but your arms are weak and you fall into him, forcing him to catch you and he sees the betrayal in your eyes.Â
âI donât want you here, I donât want you near my family or me!â You push off him, ready to start beating on him again when he catches your hands and forces your back against your mattress.Â
âStop!â He commands strongly as your chest heaves.
âWhat. Happened?â He now punctuates each word, eyes wild as they search yours. You wiggle underneath him, but itâs no use, his grip is too strong for your weak body.
âGet out, just fucking leave,â you whisper, eyes welling up with tears.Â
âNot until you tell me what happened.â He says, voice still strong, slight fear laced into it.Â
âMy mother,â you whisper and you see it, the way his eyes widen in fear.Â
âYou knew my mother and it cost her her life!â you whisper with eyes narrowed, voice cracking.
âY/n I can explain.âÂ
âYou watched them⊠mutilate her! Sheâs the reason weâre all in this stupid life. Searching for the monsters that- that...â You trail off and feel his hold weaken on you and you push him off.Â
âLet me explain!â he begs but you wonât hear it.
âLeave!âÂ
âYou need me, youâllââ
âThere are others who will easily take your place.â You bite. That hurts him worse than he anticipated.Â
âYou know they wonât- theyâll kill you-â
âThen you wonât have to worry about me anymore!â You scream.
âWe never did anything, it was a misunderstanding, she was a friend!â He tries.
âFelix, I swear, if you donât leave right now-âÂ
âY/n, please. You need to get better, just do that and Iâll go,â he pleads with you.
âNO!â You grab your blade, running off pure adrenaline and swing it. He ducks and his eyes are pools of despair. He dashes out of the room and down the stairs, fleeing the bunker like you told him to. As soon as heâs down the road, thereâs a searing white hot pain in your chest that forces you to cry out. Its like broken glass carving into your chest. It takes your breath as you grasp at the base of your throat, feeling it burn all throughout your body. Tears flow down your cheeks at the pain, not only in your body but in your heart.Â
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Felix feels it too, the way it burns, the way it sears into his soul. The way he feels weaker than he ever has. He knows better than to completely leave. It'd be fatal to both of you, and he wonât let himself be held responsible for another innocent womanâs life.Â
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The days go by, and you explain to your father and brother whatâs happened, why you forced him out. And on your fatherâs way out of the bunker a few nights later, he finds Felix walking along the river bank not far from the bunker.
âFelix?â His voice cuts through the night. Felix just stares at the water.Â
âShe wonât make it if I leave.â He sighs as he feels the manâs presence come up beside him.Â
âSheâs not doing well,â your father mentions, âThe spells and potions arenât going to work long term.â
âI know, I can feel it.â he admits.Â
âWhat do you mean you can feel it?âÂ
âI told you, a human feeding from a vampire is a ritualistic experience.â He says softly.
âShe can see things Iâve seen, I can feel things she feels⊠itâs deep.â He explains and when Felix looks at your father, his eyes are brimming with tears.Â
âDo you want to save her?â He simply nods at the question.Â
âThen give me what I need,â he says and hands him a bowl from his backpack. Felix takes it into his hands and drains himself just enough for a dose.Â
âThank you, but when this is over, I donât ever wanna see you near her again.â Your father says and turns his back to Felix.
âMr. DâAmore,â he calls out. Your father stops in his tracks.Â
âShe was a friend, I swear. My mother, she was sick, and Amelia-âÂ
âDonât you dare speak her name!â He turns on his heel. Felix stiffens.Â
âShe was helping her, and people took it wrong. I tried, I did everything I could, but no one would listen or believe me. I never meant for her to get hurt, or,â he trails off and looks at the ground. Thereâs an awkward silence and a tightening in your fatherâs chest.
He walks off, leaving Felix standing there, guilt and shame blooming in his chest.Â
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Your father returns back to the bunker and brings you a cup to let you drink. You get a whiff and instantly give him a knowing look.Â
âItâs his,â you snarl your nose as his scent infiltrates your nostrils.Â
âYou can tell?âÂ
âIt smells like him,â you shove the cup back to him with an obvious sounding attitude.
âItâs going to help.âÂ
âLike he helped my mom? I told you what I saw! He watched them torture her! He did nothing!â Your voice is loud, filled with the sound of betrayal.
âDrink,â is all he can say.Â
âI donât want anything else to do with-â
âY/n damnit! I lost your mother, I'm not losing you too! Now drink!â He raises his voice and you shrink back, hearing the anger, but the hurt is all too clear in his eyes.Â
Slowly you sip the contents through the straw, finishing it before he leaves the room.Â
âYour brother and I are going out tonight, stay inside, keep the doors locked.âÂ
âYeah, I know the drill.âÂ
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Youâre laying in bed, heart still aching, from the distance, from the broken trust, when you hear voices downstairs. You assume your father and brother are back early from a successful hunt and youâre starving, hoping theyâve brought back something from the diner on the way home. You have just enough strength to get downstairs but you donât find your brother or father.Â
âWho do we have here?â A voice mockingly coos as you recognize their faces. They were in the dream, the ones doing the horrible things to your mother. You look to the weapons table, the first manâs eyes following your gaze. You try to run and grab a blade, but youâre too slow. He tackles you to the ground with a grin showing off his fangs.
âMm, the hunterâs weak.â He chuckles before his tongue flicks out over your skin.Â
âYouâre going to taste so damn good.â he whispers in your ear. Your knee knocks into him, forcing him to fall off you, and you get up, running up the stairs, despite how your body screams at you to stop and rest.Â
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Felix can feel it, the way your heart is erratically beating, the sudden fear that sets his nerves ablaze. The way his body aches to rest but is desperate to fight.
Youâre in trouble.Â
He barges into the bunker, strength taking your door off the hinges.Â
âGet off me!â he hears your voice.
âHelp!â You yell out and heâs rushing up the stairs in a flash. Your bedroom door flies open and he sees two vampires he recognizes. Your arms are trapped under one manâs arms, and the other is a millimeter away from biting you when he turns around.Â
Your eyes fly open, seeing Felix, slightly disheveled and chest heaving, his eyes dark, a slight snarl on his face.Â
âGet. Away. From her.â He rasps and the two others laugh at him. Within a second heâs throwing one to the ground, grabbing you and flinging the other away from both of you.Â
âFelix,â you think to yourself, afraid he might hear you, and he does.
âIâm here, Angel,â he says but he doesnât speak and yet you hear it. You look at the back of his head in surprise. You gasp and in a flash the two men are thrown out of the two story window. Felix watches as they flee before turning his attention back to you. Youâre pale, frail, shaking from the exhaustion, from the tension, from the way your body just wants to fall into his, but you wonât let it.
âAre you okay?â He asks and moves to be by your side. You step away from him.Â
âIâm fine,â you mumble, arms coming across your middle.Â
âY/n, please,â he begs barely above a whisper. The way your name rolls off his tongue, as if heâs a siren, it compels you forward into his arms. The second your bodies meet it feels like you can breathe again. Felix relaxes the moment he feels you against him, the pain in his chest, and yours, is gone. Your senses flood with peace and tranquility. Like nothing else matters.
âLet me help you get better. It's best if itâs fresh.â he whispers into your ear. Your tears soak his shirt, both from the relief and the stress.Â
âTell me what happened,â you whimper into his skin.
âWhile you feed, okay?â He asks and you look up at him, eyes glassy and red. You give him a nod and the two of you sit down on the bed. He holds you in his arms and drags the steel across his wrist.Â
âDrink up,â he whispers and your mouth attaches to his wrist again. The closeness is more apparent than ever, it's as if youâre one, youâre his and you donât want that to change. You momentarily pull away and look back at him as he sits behind you on the bed.
âStart talking,â you say before re-attaching your mouth to his wrist.
âI knew Ameila from when she was still doing her apothecary business. I didnât have the money to take my mother to a doctor and she was so helpful. Her treatments wouldnât cure her, but they made her comfortable. I knew she had a family and I always encouraged her to come at night, so there was less chance of being seen and I wouldn't take her away from you guys. She talked about your family all the time when she would treat my mom. How you and your brother were the light of her life, how much she loved your dad. You guys were her world.â He takes a breath as the sweetness coats your tongue.
âBut, one night, a couple guys caught her leaving my house, and I tried to tell them, she was a friend, she was helping me. I was told she had the blood of hunters in her veins. I can only assume her family before you, because she wasnât hunting when I met her and I had no idea. She never told me, she never once hurt me or anyone I knew. But when our leader found out she was sniffing around one of his children, he ordered her to be executed, viciously. Y/n, I swear I did everything I could, but I was forced to watch so I knew what happened if I ever got caught with another hunter,â his voice goes soft, a silent understanding falling between you. You pull away from his wrist.Â
Your body spins in his arms and you climb into his lap, âSo what, youâre risking my life to be here?â Your arms go around his neck, faces inches from one another.
âNo- well yeah, but Iâm risking my own, especially now. I've been caught once and now Iâm helping the people who want to make us extinct.â The words settle between you, both of you realizing this is more serious than you originally thought.Â
âWhy?â It comes out soft.Â
âBecause your mother was a good person, and I swore that if I ever laid eyes on you, I would always protect you.â He whispers as his forehead rests against yours. The confession sits between you, heavy, riddled with tension.Â
âYou should get your strength up,â you say and tilt your head, offering him the delicacy you can sense he needs.Â
âYou sure?âÂ
âThat was the deal,â you say as you furrow your brows just slightly.Â
âI donât-Iâm fine.â he smiles but you can feel it. He isnât.Â
âItâs okay, I,â you take a deep breath, âI want you to.â His eyes go darker, the trust youâve put in him pulls his fangs out. His breath ghosts over your skin before his teeth sink into your neck. You gasp as he starts to suck, heat building in your belly as your hands run through his hair.Â
He pulls you closer, the moment raw and unfiltered. Your head rests on his shoulder, soft moans escaping you as the tension heightens, your hips shifting against him. He moans against you, fingers digging into your lower back. You gasp again, as his mouth is gentle, but his passion is real and untamed.Â
âY/n,â he says as he pulls his fangs from the wound. His tongue runs over it, daring to soothe it. His lips are coated red, a few drops linger on your skin, and his tongue gathers them, like pure, unadulterated devotion. His lips are stained red as you stare at each other.
His eyes meet yours and you can feel it, the way he wants you.
He can feel it, the way you want him.
As if fate physically pushes the two of you together, your mouths collide, messy, essence, saliva, heavy breathing and syncing heartbeats all mix together. It's the most alive you felt in weeksâ in your life.Â
âFelix,â you whimper his name as though you have something to say, but you donât. You just want him, in every possible way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.Â
âY/n,â he groans as he flips you on your back, momentarily pulling back to slip your top over your head. You willingly lift your arms, fully surrendering to what you feel.Â
He looks at you like youâre the purest thing heâs ever seen, eyes hungry.
âYou ever made love to a vampire?â he asks with a cocky smirk.Â
âFirst time, actually,â you smirk and his lips find yours again. Your thighs tremble, emotions and sensations intense as his teeth sink into your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood, but to claim you.
âIt's ecstasy, baby,â he whispers against your lips before his hands find the hook of your bra and open it, flinging it across the room. His hands cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples teasingly. You arch your back softly into his touch, soft whimpers falling from your kiss swollen lips. His head dips down, kissing the tops of each one, teasing you by grazing his teeth over your skin.Â
His mouth wraps around your tit, tongue flicking your nipple, running over it and feeling it harden in his mouth. He moans softly before letting it go and giving the same treatment to the other one.Â
âFelix,â you breathe out, fingers combing through his hair.Â
âIâve got you, angel. Just lay there and feel.â He smiles and his lips trail kisses down your abdomen, teasing your skin with his teeth when he gets to your sweatpants waist band. He slides them off you along with your underwear, and settles himself between your legs. His lips connect with your inner thigh and his eyes meet yours.Â
Without words you nod, and his teeth sink in, the red liquid coating his tongue as he moans, eyes closed and body wrecked. Your body jerks in response, feeling his tongue lick over the fresh wound.
âMy girl,â he claims softly.Â
He runs a finger through your folds, watching your face.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he whispers and you blush at his words.Â
âPlease,â you whimper, fingers teasing your own nipples. Felix smiles, licking a fat stripe up your core, eyes staying locked with yours the whole time.Â
âShit,â you gasp as the tip of his tongue twirls around your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, sucking on it and watching your hands fist the sheets. He can hear the way your heart starts to speed up slowly.Â
âFelix,â you moan, hips grinding against his face. His hands run up and down your sides, each touch feeling like itâs going to set you on fire. You grab one of his hands, squeezing it as your back starts to arch.Â
He enters two of his fingers on his other hand into your tight, fluttering hole. He curls them up, slowly pumping as he watches the way your face scrunches and mouth falls open. Felix can hear the way your heart skips a beat as the two of you make eye contact again, his tongue dipping down to replace his fingers for a moment.Â
You shriek softly as his tongue works mercilessly in time with his fingers. He takes his time, drawing out your pleasure, your taste like heaven on his tongue. He can feel the way your slick sticks to his cool chin, the way your legs subtly shake on either side of him. The way youâre both ready for him to make you cum and yet want him to stay where heâs at forever.Â
He doesnât just hold you down when your hips start to buck, he doesnât claim you with his tongue, he owns youâ and you feel it. You feel the possession in every way he moves his tongue against your bud, every caress of his hands on your body. Thereâs no going back. And you want it. To be his; to belong to him.Â
He moves his tongue and fingers like heâs known you his whole life. He knows what you want, what makes your body shake, and what you anticipate. He knows you like the back of his hand. He feels it in his bones.
He purposefully lets a tooth graze your nub, allowing you to hear a soft chuckle come out of him after your gasp. He licks another stripe up your core, and this time, his tongue flicks you harder, faster and more intense. His hand grabs yours, soft and sweet, a contrast to the fire thatâs begging to explode in your body.
âFall apart for me, angel. Let me hear it,â he encourages against your slit. The way your moans blend together and the sound of blood rushing through your body tells him youâre close and with one last suck of your clit, youâre crying out, back arching as your hips shift down against his face, face scrunching as his thumb rubs circles into your hand. Waves of pleasure wash over you as you moan his name.Â
He kitten licks your clit, helping you ride the waves until the after shocks hit. Youâre trembling from the velocity of your orgasm as he gently kisses his way back up to your lips.Â
âYou okay?â He looks over your features.Â
âGreat,â you breathe and pull his face down to you, connecting your lips.Â
âYou need more,â he says against your mouth.Â
âWhat?â You ask softly, pulling back.Â
âYou need more strength.â He breathes heavily. He sits you up, pulling a blanket up over the two of you as he sits in front of you, trying to shield you from the cool air.
âCan-can I,â you trail off, face flushing a deeper shade of red.Â
âWhat? Bite me?â You nod feebly, bottom lip tucking itself between your teeth.Â
âGo ahead,â he says and you raise up, watching as he moves his neck to give you more access. You note two tooth mark looking scars and your breath ghosts over them. He shudders in front of you as your lips graze the mark.Â
âYouâre not the monster I thought you were,â you whisper in his ear. The words cut right into his wounds- a soothing balm over the years of trying to convince himself of what youâve just said. Your teeth sink down, drawing your medicine from his neck.Â
âShit,â he gasps, fingers holding onto you to ground him as his head swims. The vulnerability, the trust, the want to let you do this, mixes together for him and he canât contain himself.
âFuck,â he moans in your ear, lips finding your neck, kissing it fervently. Your mouth sucks on his neck, softly whimpering at his taste, feeling your body flood with warmth.Â
âKeep going, you need more,â he whispers, breath hot on your ear, mouth gaping as he feels the effects.Â
He growls, low and deep in his throat as your fingers dig into his shoulders. You slowly pry yourself off him, breathing labored.Â
Felix pulls back and looks at your face, pupils blown, lips stained. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip before claiming your mouth in yet another possessive kiss.Â
âYouâre everything,â he whispers and you pull him impossibly closer, lips practically bruising from the pressure.Â
âI want you,â he confesses.Â
âYou have me,â you sigh into his mouth. He pulls back and pulls off his shirt, skin pale. He removes his pants and underwear. You bite your bottom lip as you stare at him.Â
Felix chuckles when he sees your expression.
âTonightâs about you, angel. Just lay back.â He guides you back and lines himself up. He looks you in the eyes, silent consent even though he can feel how bad you want him. You smile at him, hands going to the lower part of his back to pull him closer.Â
âI need you,â you whisper and he sinks in until he bottoms out, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of your body.Â
âOh fuck,â he groans at the warmth sucking him in. You moan in his ear, your nerve endings on complete fire in the best way, at the joining together. Belly swirling with heat.
âI feel warm,â you pant and he chuckles.Â
âIt's normal, baby. I told you, itâs ecstasy.â He grins as he starts off slow.Â
Sensual.Â
âI can go as long as you need,â he whispers.
He drags himself out before sliding back in slowly, letting you feel each inch of his cock. It makes you shiver, goosebumps littering your skin as he hovers over you.Â
âYou okay?â He asks and you nod.
âMhm.â
âFeels good, hmm?â He asks, smirk audible in his voice. He shifts his hips upwards a little after the words leave his mouth.Â
âFuck!â you gasp, body arching up into him. He establishes a good steady pace on account of your noises, letting you tell him with your body or your vocals what you need, reading you like an open book. His mouth attaches to your nipple, flicking over it making you whimper.Â
âFelix, please I need more,â you say as your hips roll with his thrusts.Â
âDonât strain yourself, Iâve got you,â he says and places a hand on your hip to hold it as he quickens his pace, your body bouncing softly with the strength of his thrusting. Your eyes roll back, toes daring to curl as you feel the heat in your belly curl into a coil.Â
âFelix!âÂ
âI know, angel,â he mumbles before kissing your lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. The coolness against your flushed skin heightens your senses, and he hits deeper inside you, making you cry out in absolute pure ecstasyâ just like he said.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna make me cum,â you whimper in his ear as your arms go around his neck. He growls into your neck, lips attaching to it and leaving love bites in his wake.Â
âFelix, harder, please,â you quietly squeak as you feel your body start to lock up. He threads his hand down between your bodies, finding your swollen clit.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me,â he praises and you whimper, walls fluttering at his words. He growls deep in his throat at the feeling before he begins rubbing tight circles onto your clit, forcing you to hold onto him tighter, desperate to ground yourself as you feel the intensity tick up.
âYouâre fucking made for me,â he groans, âSqueezing me so damn good, cum for me angel, youâre safe." With that, your body trembles beneath him and he moans as your walls clamp down around him, sucking him in.Â
âFuck,â he growls as you hit your aftershocks, walls pulsing.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cum, baby.â he whimpers softly in your ear.Â
âWhere,â he asks and your mind is so fucked out, you canât answer him. He smiles to himself, realizing it. He quickly pulls out, pumping himself a few times until he grunts, spilling himself onto your stomach.
He hangs his head, hair in his face, taking a few deep breaths. His eyes meet yours, soft, tender, and sweet. His head dips down, softly brushing your lips with his own, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulls away and rests his forehead there.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he says and you smile blissfully at him, riding a high like nothing youâve ever experienced. He chuckles as he can feel the way youâre at rest, body overloaded with the effects of him.Â
âThat was the best Iâve ever had,â you murmur. He looks away, chuckles a little louder and a slight pride comes over him.
âLetâs get you in the bath, yeah?âÂ
âWill you lay with me, first?â
âAbsolutely.â
-
The water rushes into the tub, the bunker still void of anyone but the two of you, and once it's hot enough, Felix helps you sink down into the water, sliding in behind you once youâre sat.Â
His arms wrap around your middle and you rest against him- but you notice he isnât as cold as before. Like heâs reading your mind, he answers you.
âIf we continually feed from a source, it can give us the effects of being human again,â he explains, âWarm skin, a heart beat, things like that. But if we stop then it goes away,â He says as he cups some of the water and lets it fall over the top of your chest.Â
âSo when Iâm better, what does that mean?â Your voice quivers ever so softly, and his hand cups your jaw and turns your head to him.Â
âIt means whatever you want it to mean,â he whispers and your lips find his, securely, like you're promising him something.Â
âI donât want to live without you,â you whisper so quietly that if it wasnât for his superb hearing, he wouldnât have caught it.
-
Your head is laid on Felixâs chest,body tucked into him, and a soft heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Felix focuses on the way your breathing slowly shallows, a soft rise and fall to your body. A soft smile graces his face as his fingers trail up and down your arm, the moment peaceful and his life feels full.Â
The door to your room slides open and itâs your brother. His eyes widen, noticing Felix without a shirt, and your shoulders are bare. Felix holds you closer to him, the urge to protect you strong.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you whisper, eyes still closed.
âNothing, angel. Go back to sleep,â he whispers and kisses your forehead, eyes on your brother. His face turns hard as stone and he slips out.Â
But Felix can hear the commotion down stairs.Â
âSheâs sleeping with him!â Your brotherâs voice softly echos throughout the room.
âItâs not perfect but weâll take care of it!â Your father urges your brother to take a breath and calm down.
âHow are you so calm?âÂ
âBecause Iâve already lost your mother because of that monster! If heâs so guilty heâs going to help your sister then Iâll let him and behead him later!â Your father whispers and prays Felix canât hear.Â
But he does.Â
âBehead him now and just drain him!âÂ
âIf I could I would, Nathan. But unfortunately for us, the blood has to be fresh. It wouldnât work if heâs dead.â Your father explains.
âIâll slay him myself. I got her into this mess.â Your brother decides.Â
âNot until we know sheâs healed,â your father warns and leaves your brother to think.Â
-
The next few days go by and your bond to Felix just continues to get stronger and deeper, forcing a tension now between your family and him. You can sense the way heâs suddenly cautious of them, noticing the tension at dinner even when heâs up in your room or out taking a walk.Â
âWhatâs going on? You guys have been tense for days.â You bring up the topic over dinner. Your brother and father look at each other.Â
âWould you like any blood with that?â Your brother bites and you pull your head back, looking at him like heâs gone insane.Â
âExcuse you?âÂ
âJust seems to be your meal of choice.â He shrugs.Â
âWell itâs not my fault, who gave me the bloodroot to begin with? Who forced me into this blood sucking situation?â Your blood starts to boil. How dare he pass any sort of judgement when he put you in this situation.Â
âI get it, okay? But you donât have to spend every waking moment with the guy.âÂ
âFuck you, heâs doing more for me than you are!â Your chair screeches across the floor, and you stand quickly, being the strongest youâve been in weeks.
âY/n,â your father says, cutting his eyes at his eldest across the table. Your brother shrinks in his gaze. You cut your eyes at your father, downing the rest of your drink before slamming the cup back down on the table and walking towards the door.Â
âY/n, get back here!â Is all you hear as you open the door, leaving the bunker for the first time in over a week.Â
The night air is cool against your skin.Â
âFelix?â You call out internally. As his answer, you can smell his scent. All your senses had been heightened; smell, sight, touch, taste, hearing and now the telepathic communication- whenever he put his wall down at least. It's as if you were becoming part vampire and Felix had begun to become part human.Â
You follow the smell until you find him sitting on the bank of the river about a mile from your bunker. He hears your footsteps and looks behind him, smiling softly, but you feel the tension as you sit beside him.
âBaby, whatâs the matter?â you whisper in his ear, resting your head on his shoulder.Â
âYouâre getting better,â he smiles, a hand cupping your cheek.
âThatâs a bad thing?âÂ
âNo, I just mean I can feel it. Youâre getting stronger, it shouldnât be much longer.âÂ
âYouâre avoiding my question.â You reprimand gently.Â
âIâm okay, angel. Donât worry your pretty little head about it.âÂ
âI can feel that youâre not.â He smiles gently and kisses your lips once.
âIâll be leaving soon,â he whispers and you panic immediately.
âWhat? Why!âÂ
âY/n, we canât be together,â he pulls away, his own heart breaking.
âIf you leave, Iâll die!â
âNot if you donât feed from me for a while. I can stay till the effects wear off; youâll go back to hating me and weâll be back to normal.âÂ
âNo!â The word leaves you loud and sudden with a slight whine to it, forcing you to your feet.
âI like the way things are! I donât want this, and I know you donât either!âÂ
âItâs for the best,â he says as he stands and cups your cheeks in his hands.Â
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
"It's dangerous, for both of us! We've talked about this." He mentions and you shake your head.
"We won't get caught-"
"Y/n," he says as he stands up and pulls you into him, âLetâs just enjoy the time we have left together, okay?â He kisses your forehead, tears pricking your eyes.Â
âFelix, just tell me what changed,â you plead with him.Â
âThis has always been the plan.â
âPlans change,â you exclaim as your eyes search his, heâs silent for a bit.
âYou feel something for me, I know you do. Iâve seen it in my dreams.â you admit.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âIâve dreamt of past fights, the last one we had, you hesitated, like you wanted to give me the opportunity to push you off, so you wouldnât have to do your part. Youâve gone easy on me in the past when youâve seen I was hurt, you-you, youâve helped me, eliminated threats because you saw them coming when I didnât. And I didnât even know you were around.âÂ
âI told you, I swore to protect you. Thatâs all it was,â he lies again.Â
âI donât believe you.â you answer him honestly.Â
âI know,â he whispers, âWe need to get back, itâs getting late.â He leads you back to the bunker, both of your hearts torn apart.Â
-
Three days later Felix is sitting next to you in bed when he tells you the news.Â
âYour body seems to be doing well. Your heart rate is up, body warm, it doesnât burn right?â He asks and you look at him, eyes sad.Â
âNo, it doesnât.âÂ
âThen this should be our last one. For good measure.â he tries to act like it doesnât bother him, like heâs not as broken as you, but itâs no use, he is. And you both know it.
Your blade slides across his wrist one last time, and his wrist weeps, a single red drop falling on your sheets.Â
âY/n,â he sighs.Â
âIf I donât drink Iâll stay sick and you wonât leave.âÂ
âY/n, I canât give you the life you want!â He raises his voice slightly.Â
âThe life I want is with you!â Your voice gets louder, like youâre trying to get it through his thick skull.Â
âWhat kind of life is staying in all the time? You do realize theyâll do to you what they did to your mom if my side finds out, and if yours finds out, God only knows what theyâll do to me! This. Canât. Happen!â His eyes are distraught, pleading, sympathizing. He let himself believe, for a little while, that it could work, but heâs facing facts now.
"You're brother or father would behead me if we tried to do this," he sighs as he holds his wrist out.
Your mouth reluctantly attaches, taking your last dose, cheeks dampening with your tears. Felix feels it hit his arm, and he pulls your back flush with his chest, your legs entangled with his. He blinks back his own tears, his face resting against the back of your head.Â
He pulls his arm away, the finality of the moment weighing heavy over you.Â
âFelix?âÂ
âYeah?â His voice is raspy, quiet.
âI want you one last time, before it's over.â You crane your head to look back at him and he instantly fills the gap between the two of you. You hum into his mouth, before kissing down his neck, body feeling strong as you press yourself into him.Â
The night is spent in a melancholy love making, slow, sensual touches, looks of longing and gentle caresses. Its slow, drawn out, and as good as it feels, you repeatedly tell him you donât want it to end, tears spilling down your cheeks not from pleasure, but the pain in your heart. The pain you know is coming when he leaves.Â
The two of you lay beside each other, listening to the soft noise of your breathing as you cling to him, knowing that by this time tomorrow, your relationship could very easily be the way it was before you ever took the bloodroot.
The whole night you hold each other, and no matter how many times you try, Felix refuses to strengthen himself on you.Â
âWe need to start separating,â he tells you and it rips your heart open every time.Â
-
It only takes a few days and Felix can tell it's time to leave. He gathers his things, and says goodbye to your father and brother who are more than happy to see him go. You come down the steps, and stop near the front door.Â
He stops, looking longly at you, no longer quite able to feel your emotions. He refuses the urge to touch your cheek, to tell you he loves you, to do anything.Â
âI hate you,â your voice breaks and your eyes narrow, anger flooding them. The words pierce him deeper than they should. He forces a smile and a scoff despite himself.Â
âSee? Back to normal.âHis voice is weak despite his composure. His hand reaches the knob, and the door creaks as he opens it. He takes one last look at you, eyes big, unreadable. Before he forces himself out the door.Â
As soon as it closes, you feel the tears well up in your eyes and you run up to your room, flinging yourself onto the bed, still able to smell him on the sheets.
-
6 Months LaterâŠ
Your body rolls against the cool grass, narrowly missing the pouncing blood sucker as he launches himself at you. You get up to your feet only for the vampire to knock you back against a tree. Your head hits the trunk with a hard thud and your vision starts to spot. Heâs in your face, as your vision goes blurry, feeling his weight hold you against the tree, until heâs flung off you, and a blonde swoosh is all you see before it goes black.Â
-
You wake up and see a familiar blonde looking you over and your eyes widen.Â
âFelix?â You ask, confusion and slight hope in your voice.Â
âHey,â he smiles, fangs obvious, âYou hit your head pretty hard.âÂ
âWhat are you- why are you here?âÂ
âI was in the neighborhood. You looked like you needed help.â He gives you a half smile as he helps you stand up, making sure youâre stable on your feet.Â
âI should get going,â he says, hands in his pockets. You dust yourself off, and watch as he starts to walk.
âNo wait!â You jog up next to him, putting your body in front of his to stop him from walking. Your eyes are wild and unsure as your chest heaves from the anxiety.Â
âI canât keep doing this.âÂ
âDoing what?âÂ
âFelix, Iâm miserable.â His eyes soften, but he keeps his distance.Â
âY/n, I told you, this canât happen, I canât give you any quality of lifeââ
âI donât have one as it is,â you passionately interrupt him, âAt least with you, something about my life made sense!â You walk towards him, tentatively reaching a hand out to touch his cold cheek. He doesnât shy away, just stares at you.Â
âY/n, weâll get caught, itâs impossible,â He reasons and kisses your forehead, âIâm sorry,â he whispers and starts walking again.Â
You donât even turn around and the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, âChange me!â
Felix stops walking, shocked by your words. You force yourself to turn towards him. Heâs facing you and his face is etched in horror.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me.â You step forward, but Felix comes up to you.Â
âItâs the only way,â your words are delicate, desperate. He searches your eyes for any hesitation.Â
âThereâs no going back if I do this, your brother, your fatherâŠâ he trails off but you pick up.
âWould be forced to re-evaluate what they think about vampires, just like I did.â your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. Your forehead rests against his.Â
âYou said you hated me.âÂ
âI hated you for leaving,â you explain. His lips ghost over yours.Â
âI love you,â you whisper the confession and his eyes widen slightly.
âI love you too,â he says and it's as if the tension between you melts. He looks into your eyes one last time and you nod with the biggest grin on your face, craning your neck to him.Â
âThis is going to hurt for a bit, but itâll feel better after,â he warns and you nod softly.
Felixâs fangs pierce your flesh and he begins to suck harshly, ultimately draining you, forcing a coldness to spread from your chest to the rest of your body. You feel your vision blur and he holds your body up as you start to go limp against him and your bones ache, a soft ringing in your ears. He sits you both down against a tree. He takes your blade, slicing his wrist like the times before, and holds it to your mouth, helping guide your head to him.Â
The taste isnât like what you remember, itâs harsh, hot, like fire down your throat and into your stomach. You whimper against him but will yourself to continue.Â
âItâll be over soon,â he promises. You continue taking until every nerve ending in your body feels like itâs alive again. Your senses heighten, the sound of a water crashing against the sand miles away hits your ears, the smell of the grass, wildflowers and trees mixes intensely. The dim streetlights are as bright as the morning sun now.
You pull off his arm and he looks at you, your eyes blown wide, and red, signifying a newborn.Â
âHow do you feel?âÂ
âLike Iâm the most alive Iâve ever been.â Your words put a smile on his face just before you kiss him stupid, the red transferring to his lips too.Â
âWhat about your family?â He asks as you rest your foreheads together.Â
âWeâll figure it out, as long as weâre together.âÂ
âWe may have to run,â he gently tells you.
âThen weâll leave and never look back.â Your lips find his again and you stare down the rest of eternity together.
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: ÌÌâ synopsis: youâve trained with felix forever. but when the national showcase spot comes down to a match between you two, he refuses to spar. you canât help but think heâs underestimating you.
pairing: ~11k words, taekwondo au, non-idol!felix x fem!reader, best friends 2 lovers
warnings: this fic deals with sensitive topics! fluff, angst, attack scene, violence + physical assault, mentions of blood + injury, profanity, mentions of sexism, first kiss and confession
smut warnings: descriptive sex scene, dirty talk, oral (fem! receiving), praise kink, soft dom!felix, inexperienced!reader, corruption kink, unprotected sex, creampie, no minors. pls consume responsibly đ
youâve known felix since before he could tie his own belt.
before he even had a belt, actually. back when his dobok was two sizes too big and he tripped over the pant legs during warm-ups. back when he had a baby lisp and freckles.
by the time youâd figured out how to break a board clean down the middle, he still hesitated before every stomp, wincing like the wood might fight back.
when you earned your yellow belts, you both bragged to anyone who would listen. even your moms, even though they were the ones sewing your name tags onto the belts the night before.
when you got your blue belt, he high-fived you so hard your palm stung. he was starting to get faster by then. taller, too. his kicks had rhythm, and his eyes stayed locked on his targets like he actually meant business.
by red belt, you were the unofficial captains of your respective brackets. everyone at the academy knew who you wereâthe dynamic duo, the two best students who never got to fight each other.
because boys and girls didnât spar together. at least, not officially.
so instead, you cheered for each other from the sidelines. when he won, he looked for you first. when you won, he was already on his feet, hands cupped around his mouth, screaming your name like it was the final bell at the olympics.
and you love him.Â
youâre not sure when it happened, only that it did. somewhere between his first growth spurt and the day he started tying his belt without asking for help. somewhere in the million hours youâve spent beside him, laughing at his jokes, rolling your eyes when he winked at you after a clean landing, pretending your heart wasnât pounding.
but youâve never dared to say anything.
because as close as you are, as easy as it is to be next to him, you donât know if heâs ever looked at you and seen more than just you. his best friend. the girl that was like family to him.
and that was your normal.
after training hours, the gym was mostly empty, lights buzzing overhead. most students had gone home, lockers clanged shut. the floor was quiet, eerily so. you were toweling off, expecting to head out like always.
felix was beside you, lacing up his shoes. his locks were damp from sweat, sticking to his forehead, and his white t-shirt was clinging to his back where his chest protector had been. he looked just as exhausted as you felt, but in that floaty way he always did after training. meanwhile, your limbs felt like noodles, and your ankle still throbbed from that one unlucky pivot during drills.
âletâs get out of here,â you muttered, slinging your duffel over your shoulder. âmy legs are literally going to give out in the middle of the crosswalk.â
felix glanced over with a tired smile. âwant me to carry you?â
you rolled your eyes, bumping his arm lightly. ânot unless you wanna get kicked in the shin.â
âguess youâve still got some energy, then.â
you let out a breathy laugh. this was the part of the day you always looked forward to, just you and felix, winding down, teasing each other, walking home under streetlights like nothing outside the dojang existed. youâd already turned halfway toward the doors when you heard it:
ây/n. felix.â
your heads turned at the same time.
your coach stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, that sharp look on his face. the kind you and felix both knew too well. he always had it on when something serious was about to drop.
you straightened instinctively. felix rose from the bench, blinking in surprise.
âover here.â
you exchanged a quick look before stepping forward together. your body ached, and your brain was already half in the shower, but something about his tone snapped you back to focus.
felix followed without hesitation, shoes squeaking faintly on the polished floor. he stood just to your right, where he always stood.
the coach began. âthe national showcase is restructuring this year. thereâs a new format which means one representative per academy. one. thatâs it.â
you blinked.Â
âitâs mixed gender. theyâre making it a headline match. top student from each school, regardless of gender.â
you swallowed, hard.Â
âiâve narrowed it down to you two,â he continued. âitâs obvious. youâre the strongest candidates.â
you didnât mean to feel surprisedâbut you did. youâd always known you were good. competitive. consistent. but felix was⊠felix. stronger. faster. a cleaner record. everyone said it. youâd said it, even.Â
your coach glanced at you, his expression suddenly a little sharper, like he could read your thoughts.
âand before you start thinking it should automatically be him,â he added, âdonât.â
you blinked again.
âyouâre both black belts,â he said simply. âboth leaders in this academy. youâve trained just as long. and frankly?â his eyes met yours. âit would be damn good for people to see a girl out there. especially at a showcase like this. iâve seen how the crowd reacts. half of them still think this sport belongs to the boys. iâd like to shut them up.â
a flush crawled up your neck.
you felt your chest lift slightly, adrenaline rushing through your veins again despite the fatigue.
âso i need to see you spar,â he said.
your stomach dropped.
felixâs head turned toward him slowly. âsirâŠ?â
the coach clarified. âdoesnât need to be long. maybe a few rounds. show me whoâs sharper right now. whoever proves it gets the spot.â
you nodded, already adjusting your grip on your bag. âyes, sir.â
you were tired, sure, but this was the moment. you werenât going to say no to this.
coach waved a hand. âget changed.â
you turned, already opening your bag when felixâs voice cut through the air:
âweâve just had a long day.â
you stopped moving.
coach blinked. âwhat?â
felix didnât raise his voice. he never did. but there was slight bite to his words. âweâve been at it all evening. weâre not going to give our best right now. i think we should wait.â
you straightened slowly, hand frozen at the zipper.
âtomorrow, then?â coach asked, tone stiff.
there was a pause. too long of one.
felixâs throat worked. âi⊠donât think thatâs a good idea either.â
silence.
you turned your head toward him like you hadnât heard him right. âyou donât want to spar for the spot? at all?â
the coachâs expression darkened. âthis isnât optional.â
âi know,â felix said quickly. âiâm not refusing training. i just⊠iâd rather not do this particular match.â
the coach stepped forward slightly, voice calm but commanding now. âis this personal, lee felix?â
felix bowed his head. âno, sir. itâs not.â
âthen what is it?â
he hesitated. âiâm sorry.â
that was it.
no explanation. no excuse. no real answer.
the coach stared him down for a moment, visibly irritated now. âwe donât withhold effort when weâre tired. we donât back out of challenges weâre prepared for. you know that.â
felix kept his head down. you gave felix a lookâsharp. say something, your eyes seemed to ask.Â
but he didnât. he stared at the floor like it might open up and swallow him.
coach let out a tight breath through his nose. âlee felix, iâve never had to ask you twice. youâve trained through sprains, migraines, stomach bugsâand now youâre telling me you canât manage five minutes with the student whoâs been your equal since day one?â
felix didnât move.
your coachâs voice cooled. âmaybe i should stop wasting time. if sheâs ready, and youâre not, then maybe the decisionâs already made.â
you straightened, taken aback.
he was serious.
your heart jumpedâbecause the spot was right there, within reach.
but it felt⊠wrong. like someone handing you a gold medal after youâd tripped halfway through the race.
you took a step forward. âsir, iâd prefer if this was fair,â you said quietly, tightly. âi donât want the slot just because he wonât step in. iâm willing to do the match right now.â
the coach looked between the two of you. âitâs no good if only one of you is. iâll find another way to make the call.â
he turned and walked off, footsteps sharp on the mats.
you were left standing beside felix, still gripping your duffel, heart poundingânot from nerves, but from frustration. from how fast heâd shut it down. from the fact that he hadnât even looked at you.
you turned to him. âwhat was that?â
he didnât answer.
âfelix.â
still nothing.
so you pushed him.
not hardâbut enough to make his shoulder swing back. enough to demand a reaction.Â
âwhat the hell is going on with you?â you asked, voice low and furious. âyou couldâve at least tried. you didnât even try.â
his mouth opened, then closed. he looked away. and thatâs when the edge of your anger falteredâjust a little. because he looked off. not tired. not pissed. just⊠like something inside him had short-circuited.
âare you sick?â you asked, eyes narrowing. âdid you pull something? whatâs going on?â
he shook his head slowly. âno.â
âthen what is it?â your voice dropped, a thread of confusion laced through your frustration now. âyou never talk back to the coach. so why now?â
âi couldnât make him do something i didnât want to do,â felix said, voice low but steady.
you blinked, hard. âi thought youâd take it,â you went on, the words coming faster now, all the confusion folding in on itself. âhavenât we always talked about this? since we were kids? that one day weâd face off for real? no bracket rules, no holding back?â
silence.
âand now we get that chance, and suddenly youâre⊠what, backing out because you donât feel like it?â
his head finally lifted.
and this time, when he met your gaze, there was something fractured in his eyes. something like guilt.
âthatâs the problem,â he said.
you blinked. âwhat?â
he exhaled, like the words were fighting their way out.
âthatâs the problem, y/n. i canât go against you.â
your breath caught.
he didnât say it like a choice. he said it like a confession. like it physically hurt to even consider it.
you blinked. âwhatâwhat do you mean you canât?â
âi mean i canât step onto that mat and treat you likeâlike just another opponent.â
you stared at him, stunned. âso⊠what, you think iâm too soft? too weak? you think youâll hurt me?â
he went silent. just stood there, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.
that was louder than any answer he couldâve given you.
you stepped back, chest tightening.
youâd always known people would see you that way. youâd heard it from opponents. from judges. from random boys at tournaments who asked if you needed help tightening your gear.
but you never thought felix would be one of them.
never thought he would look at you and see someone he couldnât even be bothered to fight.
your mouth was dry. you could feel the heat crawling up your neck, the burn behind your eyes rising faster than you could blink it away.
âi canât believe you,â you said, quietly at first.
felixâs brows drew together. ây/nââ
âno.â you shook your head, backing up another step.Â
âi wasnât trying to make you feelââ
âlike what?â you snapped. â like iâm only strong when iâm not standing across from you?â
he winced.
and for a second, you hated that it still hurt to see that look on his face.
you reached down, fingers trembling slightly as you picked up your duffel, slinging it over your shoulder with more force than necessary.
âwell,â you said, voice tight. âi hope you have a great time at the showcase.â
felix blinked, eyes narrowing.
âcoach is going to end up picking you anyway. letâs not pretend this is still a decision.â he opened his mouth, but you cut him off before he could say a word. âso thanks for at least giving me a chance,â
you turned on your heel, your shoes squeaking faintly on the mat.
ây/nââ he called, stepping after you. âwaitâlet me walk you home.â
you froze with your hand on the door. âright. because i canât even handle the sidewalk alone now, right? because thatâd be too dangerous for someone like me?â
âthatâs not what i meant,â he said, quickly. âi justââ
âiâm fine, felix,â you bit out. âiâve always been fine.â
you yanked the door open. it slammed against the wall with a heavy, echoing thud.
and then, without waiting for him to try again,
you walked out.
the door shut behind you with a hollow click.
the night air hit harder than you expected.
cooler than it was earlier. sharper, too.
you tightened your grip on your duffel strap and kept your head down, letting the fluorescent gym lights fade behind you. the quiet was jarring after hours of shouting, movement, sweat hitting the mats. now it was just your footsteps on concrete. just the sound of your breath, still not quite steady.
you walked fast. because you were mad.
mad at felix. mad at yourself. mad at the fact that youâd even thought today could end differently.
your ankle ached with each step, a dull throb from sparring earlier, but you didnât slow down. you didnât want to give yourself time to think. not yet.
the sidewalk curved near the intersectionâpast the convenience store, a shuttered nail salon, and a tiny karaoke bar squished between two office buildings. the place youâd passed a hundred times with felix. usually loud, full of students after school, music bleeding out through the door.
but tonight, it was nearly empty.
just one guy outside, leaning against the side wall with his hoodie pulled up, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.
you wouldnât have looked twice, exceptâ
he turned slightly when you passed. like he heard your footsteps and recognized them.
and then he said your name.
ây/n?â
you slowed instinctively, brows furrowing as you turned.
he looked familiar. familiar in the way a name itched at the back of your mind.
you squinted in the glow of the pink neon light overhead. âsorry, do i knowââ
âminjae,â he said, giving you a small, unreadable smile. âyou probably donât remember me.â
but you did. sort of.
youâd seen him at the academy when you were younger. he was a bit bigger. older. one of those students who always kicked a little too hard. you didnât know much about himâjust that one day, he was gone.
no warning. no goodbye.
and no one talked about it.
youâd asked once, and someone said, âhe had issues.â that was it. like the words were enough to shut the whole thing down. now he was standing three feet in front of you, hands in his pockets, watching you with a look that made your spine go stiff.
âdidnât think youâd be walking alone,â he said. ânot after hours.â
âiâm not far,â you replied, trying to keep your voice casual. âi live close.â
he nodded like he already knew that.
âi can walk you,â he offered. âif thatâs okay.â
you hesitated.
everything in your gut told you to say no. but something about the way he said itâlike he expected you to agree, like he was giving you permission to feel safeâfroze your voice in your throat.
ââŠsure,â you said. âif you want.â
you hated the way it sounded when it left your mouth.
he smiled again. the two of you fell into step. the night felt quieter than usualâlike the world had ducked out early, leaving you behind.
âso youâre still with the academy?â he asked, his voice easy. too easy.
you nodded. âyeah. still training.â
âand felix?â he asked, his gaze flicking sideways.
you paused for half a breath. âheâs good.â
minjae hummed. âstill coachâs favorite?â
you didnât answer.
âthought so,â he muttered. âguess nothingâs changed.â
you tried to shift the conversation. âwhat about you? where do you train now?â
he didnât answer right away.
then: âi donât.â
you looked at him. âoh?â
âyea, your dojang was the last one i went to. i got kicked out,â he said. like he was proud of it.
your stomach tightened. you slowed slightly, just a step, but he matched your pace without missing a beat.
you forced a laugh. âreally?â
âmhm. put some kid in a coma.â
your blood ran cold.
âhe didn't tap out,â he said. âat least not fast enough. or maybe i couldnât stop. itâs kind of a blur.â
you stopped walking.
he didnât.
he took another slow step toward you, and when he noticed youâd fallen behind, he turnedâstill smiling.
âyou didnât hear that part, huh?â he said.
your legs felt rooted to the pavement, your breath shallow in your chest.
minjae tilted his head, hands still shoved casually in his hoodie pocket like you were just two old friends on a walk.
âiâve seen you walk home, you know,â he murmured. âafter training. you always think no oneâs watching.â
your blood ran cold.
âbut youâve always got felix on your tail,â he added with a crooked grin.
your jaw clenched. âyouâve been watching us?â
he smiled wider. ânot always. just⊠when it felt right.âÂ
your fingers itched to move, to reach for your bag, your phone, somethingâbut your feet still hadnât moved. you didnât want to provoke him. didnât want to show fear. but your heart was thudding against your ribs so hard it felt like it might crack through.
âi mean, i get it,â he continued, ignoring you completely. âobviously, felix has to make sure no one gets too close, right? canât have anyone messing up his little golden girl. not when heâs the only one who gets to keep you all polished up.â he mimicked the voice mockingly, then took another step toward you.Â
âi think you should back up,â you said, voice low but steady. at least, you hoped it sounded steady.
he let out a quiet laugh, like your warning actually amused him. then he took another step. and another. and before you could even fully shift your stance, his hand shot out and he slammed you back against the wall. your shoulder cracked hard against the brick, and before you could react, his hand came up, flat against your mouth.
it was fast. brutal.
the street behind you was quiet, the sidewalk barely lit. no one around. the alley between the buildings was narrowâtight enough that it felt like a trap. and he knew it.Â
panic flared sharp in your chestâbut not enough to drown you.
because your body moved on instinct.
you brought your knee up hard, hitting groin, enough to make him grunt and lose balance for a second.
you twisted your wrist, yanking it free just enough to slip your hand up and drive your fist straight into the side of his faceâknuckles connecting just beneath his eye.
he stumbled and swore.
you ducked, slipped out of the corner, and dropped your duffel bag in the same motion.
he came at you again.
no control. just pure aggression.
you blocked the first wild punch. dodged the second. landed a kick to his ribsâbut he recovered too fast.
he lunged, grabbed the front of your jacket, and shoved you again. your head hit the wall this time,.
âbitch,â he spat, eyes dark, wild. âyou think you can fight me? you think that fancy footwork means anything out here?â
you tried to moveâtried to dodgeâbut he was heavier, and faster than you expected in that moment. all that training, all that discipline, and it still didnât matter when someone was wild enough to throw everything out the window.
his other hand reached up, fumbling along the ledge just above your head.
you didnât realize what he was grabbing forâuntil your eyes followed the motion.
there. a broken brick, half-buried in dust, tucked between chipped plaster and rusted railing. left behind from old construction.
his fingers curled around it.
and your blood ran cold.
you thrashed, feet scraping against the wall, heart slamming in your chestâbut his arm reared back.
he swung.
and missed your head.
the brick slammed into your shoulder with a sickening sound, and your body jolted with the force of it. pain shot down your armâsharp, white-hot, paralyzing for a second. you gasped, as you crumpled slightly, the impact stealing your breath.
debris rained downâbits of plaster and grit stinging your face.
âshit,â minjae muttered, stumbling slightly.
you barely had time to blink before his arm went up again.
but he didnât get the chance.
because something ripped him off you.
he was yanked backward so hard, he stumbledâcrashed into the opposite wall. and then fists.
fists everywhere.
not wild like minjaeâs. not undisciplined. but brutal.
felix.
minjae tried to stagger upright, off-balance, swaying like alcohol was finally catching up. he barely got his hands up before felix spunâone fluid motion, clean and fastâand landed a roundhouse kick to the side of his face so hard it echoed down the alley.
minjaeâs body dropped like dead weightâslammed to the pavement, dazed, bleeding, barely able to move.
but felix didnât stop.
he grabbed the front of minjaeâs hoodie, dragged him halfway up, and punchedâa sickening thud of knuckles on bone.
âyouâre mental,â felix spat, voice shaking with fury. âyouâre absolutely fucking mentalâwhat the hell is wrong with you?â
another hit.
âyou psycho piece of shitââ
another.
minjae gasped something. a plea, maybe. slurred and broken. but felix didnât hear it.
or maybe he did, and he didnât care.
you pressed yourself against the wall, breath shallow, shoulder throbbing, the cold concrete biting into your back as the shock finally started to settle into your bones.
youâd never seen him like this.
you didnât know anyone could look like this.
minjae was barely conscious nowâhis body limp in felixâs grip, blood dripping from his nose, lip split, one eye already swelling shut.Â
âfelix,â you croaked.
he didnât move.
âfelix,â you said again, louder this timeâyour voice breaking.
still nothing. his jaw was locked, his body coiled, eyes wild and fixed on minjae like he hadnât quite realized the fight was over.
you pressed your palm against the cold ground, tried to push yourself up, wincing as your shoulder flared with pain.
âlixie,â you shouted, panic rising in your chest now. âstop! you have to stopâheâs done, youâll get in troubleââ
still no reaction.
so you did the only thing you could think of.
you reached up with your hand and yanked the back of his hood. hard.
felix spun around, eyes wild, breath ragged.
âwhat the fuck are you doing?â he barked. âyou shouldnât even beâdonât touch me right now,â
his hands twitched at his sides, fists still clenched.
you felt him shudder.
his eyes darted down, finally seeing youâreally seeing youâ the dust on your face, the way your arm was wrapped around your shoulder like it was the only thing keeping you upright.
and thatâs when minjae started to crawl.
slow.
stumbling. bloody. but not unconscious.
felix moved like he was going to lunge againâbut you caught his wrist.
âdonât.â you said softly.
you then looked at minjae dead in the eyeâevery nerve in your body on fire.
âleave,â you said. ânow.â
his jaw clenched like he wanted to say somethingâwanted to blame, defend, spitâbut nothing came out. just a nod. slow. he stumbled to his feet, swayed, and started limping down the alley without a word.
and he didnât look back.
not once.
as soon as minjae disappeared around the corner, your body finally gave out.
the adrenaline drained like water from a cracked glassâfast, all at once. your knees buckled, and the sharp pulse in your shoulder flared violently.
felix moved faster than gravity.
he caught you before you hit the ground, arms wrapping around you like instinct. one arm cradled your back, the other held your good side carefullyâlike he was afraid if he touched too hard, youâd shatter.
âiâve got you. youâre okay,â he murmured, breath still coming fast.
your head dropped to his shoulder, dizzy, lightheaded, but finally still. you could feel his heartbeat through his hoodieâracing, unsteady.
he opened his mouth to speakâ
âstop,â you whispered.
his throat bobbed as he swallowed. ây/nââ
âno,â you said, weak but clear. âyouâre gonna say âi told you so.â youâre gonna say, âi told you not to come out here alone.ââ
you felt his jaw shift where your forehead rested against him.
but he didnât say that.
âi was so scared,â he murmured, voice barely above a breath. âi thoughtââ he broke off, his breath catching. âwhen i turned the corner, and i saw him over youââ
you felt his grip tighten, just slightly. not enough to hurt. just enough to make sure you felt it.
âi thought i was too late.â
you pulled back just enough to look at him, your cheek brushing his as you moved.
your voice was quieter now. ânow you really think iâm weak.â
his eyes snapped to yoursâwide, startled, like youâd just said the most backwards thing heâd ever heard.
âno,â he said immediately. âgodâno.â
you looked away. âyou saw what happened. you saw what i let himââ
âi know you fought,â he said, cutting you off, voice firm now.
he cupped your jaw gently, guiding your gaze back to him.
âiâve never thought you were weak.â
you blinked, throat burning.
ânot once.â
âthen whyââ you started, voice raw.
but you didnât get to finish.
because felix leaned in and kissed you.
right there.
on the dirty, cracked pavement of an alley that still smelled like dust and blood and fear.
his lips crashed into yours with something desperate, something breakingâlike heâd been holding it back for too long and couldnât keep it down another second. it wasnât perfect. it was messy and trembling and full of all the things he couldnât say.
and for a second, you froze.
caught between pain and shock and the wild, spinning realization that he was kissing you.
thenâ
then you melted.
your fingers twisted into the front of his hoodie, and you kissed him back with everything you had left. because felix was holding you like you were something fragile and powerful all at once.
and for the first time all night, you didnât feel broken.
you felt wanted.
felix pulled away first, barelyâhis forehead still pressed to yours, breath shallow, like he was scared the moment would vanish if he let it go too fast.
your eyes stayed closed for a second longer, lips parted, heartbeat still stuttering in your chest.
then you whispered, âcome over.â
he blinked, just enough space between you now to see the confusion flicker in his eyes.
you swallowed. âto my place. so we can get cleaned up.â
you let out a shaky breath, and slowly, with his help, pushed yourself off the cold pavement.
the walk home was quiet.
your shoulder throbbed with every step, and felix stayed close the whole way, not touching you unless he had to, but always near.Â
by the time you reached your front door, your hands were shaking too much to get the key in on the first try. felix took it gently from your fingers and opened the door himself.
your family was awayâout of town for the weekendâso the house was still, lights dim, the kind of hush that made every sound feel louder. you motioned toward your room and he nodded, heading down the hall while you slipped into the bathroom.
the adrenaline had long since worn off.
you changed into a loose cami top, careful with your movements, but still winced when the fabric brushed your shoulder. then you caught sight of it in the mirror.
a bruise, already darkening, was blooming across your skinâspreading like a storm cloud across your collarbone and creeping toward the edge of your chest. a band aid stuck on where the brick had torn through skin.
then turned off the light and walked back down the hall.
your room was quiet when you stepped in. felix was sitting on the edge of your bed, hoodie discarded, head in his hands. he looked up when he heard youâeyes flicking quickly to your shoulder, then back to your face.
and he looked like heâd just been punched again.
you crossed the room slowly and sat down beside him.
âi cleaned it up a bit,â you said, voice low. âdisinfected it, but⊠iâll go to a clinic in the morning. just to be safe.â
felix didnât respond right away.
he was staring down at your hands nowâresting in your lap, still faintly trembling. his own were curled together, clenched so tightly his bandaged knuckles had gone pale.
âfelix,â you said gently.
still nothing.
so you turned to look at him fully.
his jaw was tight. his throat moved like he was trying to swallow words that wouldnât go down. and his eyes were glossy, wide, swimming with something awful and barely contained.
you reached out, hand brushing lightly over his clenched fist.
âitâs okay,â you said softly. âit couldâve been much worse.â
his shoulders slumped at your words, like the weight of what didnât happen was finally crashing down on him. he let out a shaky breath, and your heart ached just watching him unravelâstill so tightly wound even in your room, even after everything. you leaned forward and kissed him again.
not desperate like in the alley. not rushed, not trembling.
just full of love.
his lips met yours like a reflex. his hand lifted slowly to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he leaned into you, like he didnât know how to stop once he started.
âiâve wanted you,â he whispered against your lips. âfor so long.â
you smiled into the kiss, brushing your nose against his. âme too, felix.â
you kissed him again, a little deeper this time, and he breathed out like heâd been holding it in for years.
âyou deserve everything,â he murmured between kisses, his forehead pressed to yours. âevery chance, every opportunity. you were always so strong, always learned so quick.â
you stilled.
the words landed quietly in your chest, like a gentle weight settling where doubt used to live.
âyouâre not weak.â he added. âi just⊠i couldnât go against you becauseâŠâ
he swallowed, voice barely a breath now.
âif i saw you as an opponent⊠then maybe i couldâve done it,â he said. âmaybe i couldâve stepped on that mat and said yes.â
he looked at you thenâreally looked. eyes shining with something that had nothing to do with tears now. something heavier. deeper.
âeven if i saw you as a friend i could have done it. but i donât see you that way, y/n.â
your heart beat onceâloud.
his voice dropped, low and unguarded. âi see you, and all i can think is how badly i want to kiss you. how badly i want you to want me like that, too.â
his hand found your knee, tentative but deliberate, fingers curling slightly like he wasnât sure how far youâd let him go.
âi want to kiss you âtil you forget what it felt like to be scared,â he said. âi want to feel you underneath me, all of you, every partâbecause iâve never wanted anyone like this. not once.â
your breath caught.
âi couldnât do it, not because i think youâre incapable,â felix continued, his voice rough with something barely held back. âbut because i love you.â
he didnât flinch when he said itâdidnât stammer, didnât hide. just looked at you like heâd already known it for years, and tonight had finally broken the last wall between knowing and saying.
your lips parted, but no sound came out.
so he kept going.
âi think iâve been in love with you since we were fifteen,â he whispered. âand i just⊠kept hoping youâd figure it out first. because i didnât want to lose what we had. i didnât want to screw it up.â
you blinked hard. once. twice. the tears were already gathering. your throat felt tight.
âi didnât know,â you said, voice cracking, small and trembling. âi meanâi think i did. i just didnât want to ruin it either. i didnât want to be wrong.â
felix exhaledârelieved, pained, everything at once.
âi love you too,â you said, barely above a whisper. âgod, i think i always have.â
and then it broke.
you folded into him, and he caught you like gravity, arms wrapping around your waist, your hands finding his shirt, clutching at him like you couldnât get close enough. you buried your face in his neck and tears spilled.
and he held you.
held you like you were something sacred.
like everything heâd ever wanted had been right in front of him all along.
you pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes wet, your mouth trembling.
and then you whispered, âyou can have me.â
felix didnât speak. he didnât need to.
his lips pressed to yours again. his hands cupped your face first then slid down, fingers brushing the curve of your neck like he was memorizing the shape of you.
your hands moved too. hesitant at first, but then bolder, threading through his hair. it was still damp in places, soft between your fingers. you tugged lightly, and he let out a breath against your mouth that was half a moan, half a surrender.
his tongue swept into your mouth and you gasped softly against his lips, body tightening instinctively at the heat curling low in your belly. you hadnât expected it to be like thisâevery kiss landing like a jolt straight down your spine, your hips shifting without thinking, seeking friction that wasnât there yet.
and he noticed.
he pulled back a little, breathing hard, lips pink and swollen, eyes searching yours. his gaze droppedâslow, deliberateâand lingered.
he looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time. not the uniform. not the sweat. not the bruises or the pain. just your bodyâloose cami thin against your chest, nipples stiffening beneath the fabric, your thighs bare where youâd changed into sleep shorts, your skin still marked faintly from the alley and the fight. and somehow, he looked at you like you were untouched. like you were the best thing heâd ever laid eyes on.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he murmured.
your breath caught.
he touched the hem of your top gently, then looked up at you again. âhave you ever done this before?â
you opened your mouth to speakâbut no words came out at first.
instead, you shook your head once, slow. ânot very much.â
you remembered his story. heâd hooked up with someone in his last year in highschool. you didnât ask for details back then because it hadnât been your business.
felixâs eyes stayed on yours, never darting away, even as his hand traced the hem of your cami, his fingers brushing just above your navel like he was testing how much of you he could touch without making you flinch.
âiâm gonna take care of you,â he whispered. âdonât worry.â
you nodded, breath shallow, chest rising fast beneath the thin fabric. the heat between your legs had returned tenfold, thick and pulsing, almost unbearable now that his mouth wasnât on you. your thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to chase that pressure again.
felix noticed. he always noticed.
he leaned down and kissed you onceâslowly, a kiss that lingered at the edges of your mouth like he didnât want to leave any part of you untouched. his tongue slipped past your lips again, coaxing yours out with him, kissing you deeper until you whimpered against him.
his voice was barely audible. âcan i take these off?â
he gestured to your shorts.
you nodded, heart pounding.
his hands were steady as he slid them downâpast your hips, your thighsâuntil you lifted one leg, then the other, and they were gone. his eyes flicked up your body again, drinking in every inch. you could feel your pulse in your throat, in your wrists, between your legsâhot and wet now, your core aching with anticipation.Â
his breath warmed the skin of your inner thigh as he sank down between your legs, his broad palms gliding slowly up the outside of your thighs to your hips, then back down again, deliberate and steady like he was grounding you, like he wanted every nerve in your body humming in anticipation. you were down to just your panties nowâthin, soft cotton clinging wet between your legs, the fabric nearly translucent in the low light.
felix settled between your knees, kneeling at the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, jaw tight with restraint. his hands curled around your thighs and gently pushed them wider, the mattress shifting beneath your hips as you let him spread you open. you bit your lip, your heart hammering. his eyes never left your body.
then he leaned in.
at first, it was just his breath against your coreâhot and steady, making your thighs tremble. and then his nose nudged gently against the damp spot between your legs, his mouth still just hovering, teasing. he inhaled, a sound low in his throat.
âmmm.â his eyes fluttered shut for a second. âyouâre soaked,â
his fingers slid up the inside of your thighs again, brushing the elastic edges of your panties, then tracing along the drenched fabricâone stroke, featherlight, straight over your slit. your back arched instinctively, a gasp catching in your throat.
felix looked up at you again, eyes dark.
âyes,â you breathed. âplease.â
his fingers curled around the sides of your panties and began to pull them downâinch by inch, excruciatingly slow. the wet fabric peeled away from your heat, sticking slightly before slipping down your thighs. you lifted your hips to help him, and he slid them down past your knees, your calves, and finally let them fall to the floor.
and then he just stared.
like heâd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
âfuck,â he whispered, blinking slowly, almost dazed. âlook at youâŠâ
you flushed under the weight of his gaze, instinctively starting to move your legs to closeâbut his hands came up immediately, pressing gently on your thighs to keep them open.
âno. let me see you,â he said, his voice low and thick. âyouâre perfect. so fucking perfect.â
his fingers ghosted back up your thighs, then parted you gently, and his breath hitched again.
âyouâre dripping,â he said, almost to himself.
and then he leaned in.
he kissed your pussyâlips plush against your folds, his tongue just barely tasting at first. you gasped at the contact, your hips jerking, thighs tensing under his handsâbut he moaned in response, hands tightening just enough to keep you steady.
âoh my god, felixââ
he didnât answer. he didnât need to. his tongue dragged up from your entrance, slow and sure, then circled your clit in gentle, teasing flicks. your back arched hard, and your hand flew down to his hair again, gripping the strands tight. he moaned when you did itâlike the taste of you and the feeling of your fingers pulling at his scalp were driving him insane.
felixâs tongue was still moving, slow and insistent, when he suddenly pausedâpulling back just enough to lift his face from between your thighs, his mouth slick with your arousal, lips parted, chest rising fast.
âyou okay?â he said, voice low and rough, almost hoarse.
the absence of his tongue made your whole body twitch, your hips instinctively lifting like you could pull him back by gravity alone. your fingers stayed tangled in his hair, breath catching as you blinked down at him, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.
âyes,â you whispered. âiâm goodâiâm⊠so good.â your voice wavered slightly, thick with need, but the truth burned behind every word. âiâve wanted this for so long, felix.â
his eyes lit upâhungry, molten, tender.
âyeah?â he murmured. âbeen thinking about me down here?â
you whimpered, thighs trying to close from the ache. he grinned.
then he dove back in.
no hesitation this time. he tilted his head, shaking it just slightly side to side as he pushed deeperâhis nose pressing tight against your mound, his tongue flat and wide as he licked straight up through your folds, deep and slow and relentless.
âah, fuckâ!â you cried out, hips lifting again.
and thenâhe pushed his tongue in.
he fucked you with it, wet and slow, making obscene, soaked sounds as your pussy clenched around nothing but his mouth. the tip of his tongue flexed as he pushed in again and again, steady, deliberate, your breath breaking on every push.
âfelixââ
he groaned in response, and the sound vibrated through your whole core. his grip on your thighs tightened, holding you wide and open while his face stayed buried in your cunt, his jaw slick, tongue working like he was obsessed with the way you tasted, the way you moved, the way you shook every time he stroked just right.
he pulled out, licking a long, slow path all the way up your slit.
when he reached your clit, he swirled his tongue in perfect circlesâeach one just slightly firmer than the last. your fingers yanked his hair hard again, but he only hummed and pressed deeper.
he latched onto your clit again and sucked.
your entire body bowed off the bed with the force of it. his tongue flicked beneath the suction, hot and wet and insistent, your entire world collapsing to the point of contact between his mouth and your pulsing clit.
and he didnât stop.
he moaned into your pussy, deep and guttural, the sound vibrating through every inch of you as he kept sucking, kept devouring, his tongue flicking in tight, practiced strokes. you could barely breathe, your hips rolling against his mouth, thighs trembling so hard you thought you might snap in half.
then he did it againâshook his head side to side, slow at first, then deeper, rougher, like he was trying to burrow into you, nuzzling against your pussy with pressure. your voice cracked open while your vision blurred.
that knot you knew too well from your own fingers under the covers, from those nights spent grinding into your palm with the lights off and felixâs name buried in your throatâwas back. but this time, it wasnât your imagination. it wasnât your hand. it was him. his tongue. his mouth. his everything.
and it was so much better.
the feeling was sharp, coiled, rising fast. you gasped, moaned, writhed under him, the sweat slicking your chest, your hands sliding from the sheets back into his hair again, anchoring yourself to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.
âfelixââ you panted, voice breaking, hips arching, âi'm gonnaâ i'm so closeââ
so he didnât speak. he didnât risk it.
because if he said a word, if he so much as whispered your name, youâd lose it completely. and he wanted to guide you through it. wanted to feel you come undone beneath him.
so he just stayed right there, face buried in your cunt, lips suctioned around your clit with steady, maddening precision, tongue flicking faster now in that exact rhythm that had your whole body twitching. his hands gripped your thighs tight, grounding you, holding you open, thumbs brushing your skin in strokesâsoothing in contrast to the ferocity of his mouth.
you sobbedâhigh, strangled.
your fingers clutched his hair like a lifeline, but you didnât pull. you couldnât. you were too far gone. your eyes rolled back as your vision blurred and your back arched, heels digging into the mattress, body drawing taut like a bow.
he felt it.
felt you tighten. felt your cunt pulse.
your orgasm ripped through you like fire.
you convulsed under him, crying out loud and broken, your body seizing in wave after wave of climax that felt like it would never end.
he guided you through it and stayed steady. his hands never let go. his tongue never missed a beat. and when your cries turned to gasping whimpers, when the shudders slowed, when your limbs finally collapsed back into the mattress, trembling and spentâ
only then did he lift his head.
his lips were swollen, slick with you, chin wet, cheeks flushed. he looked at you like heâd just seen something holy. his eyes met yours.
your chest was still rising in quick, shallow breaths, your whole body humming with the echoes of release. muscles twitching, skin flushed, your legs limp where theyâd once locked around his head. you felt wreckedâcompletely, thoroughly undone.
but when he leaned back inâhis tongue sliding gently over your folds again, licking up the mess heâd madeâyou gasped, hips flinching. it was too much. the heat, the slick softness of his mouth against your overstimulated clit. your fingers twitched on the sheets, not from want but sheer sensitivity. and still, you didnât tell him to stop. you whimpered instead, high and breathless, body twitching as he licked you clean.
you whimpered again when his tongue passed over your clitâjust a brush this time, a flick more tease than touch.
you looked up at him through your lashes when he came back up to your level. he was gorgeous like thisâhis face flushed, his hair mussed where your hands had tangled in it, his mouth swollen.
âyou were so good,â he said in awe. âso good for me.â
your cheeks burned at the praise. your body ached. but underneath the exhaustion, something else was burning now.
because you wanted more.
you wanted him.
you bit your lip, your voice barely a whisper. âfelixâŠâ
his brow furrowed gently, and he dipped lower, brushing his nose against yours. âyeah?â
you swallowed. your legs shifted beneath him, and the motion dragged your thigh against something hard.
oh.
he was hardâso hard, so ready, the press of him against your hip hot and solid and impossible to ignore.
and you wanted it. desperately.
âi want you,â you breathed.
his eyes darkened instantly. his jaw clenched. âyeah?â
you nodded, slow and steady, heart pounding all over again. âi want you inside of me.â
he exhaled like heâd been holding it in for hours. his hips rocked against you onceâbarely controlledâand you felt the full length of him, thick and pulsing, pressed against your thigh through his boxers.
âyou sure?â he asked, voice husky.Â
âiâm sure,â you whispered. âi want it. i want you.â
he leaned in and kissed you againâslower this time, more grounded, but still with that same edge of hunger curling just beneath the surface. his lips moved against yours like he already knew what came next. like he was already imagining it.
felix pulled back just slightly, just enough to see you fully, his eyes scanning your face like he was checking every breath, every signal, every heartbeat.
âyou can do it.â he murmured,
but then you followed his gazeâdown to where his hips hovered just above yours, the hard line of him straining visibly against the fabric of his sweatpants, the tip already darkening the cotton with pre-come.
your mouth parted. and slowlyâyour hands moved.
he didn't flinch when your fingers found the waistband of his sweats, didnât stop you when you pushed them down inch by inch, the elastic dragging low over his hips, revealing skin, then more, thenâ
you swallowed hard.
his cock sprang free the second you tugged his boxers past his thighs. thick. hard. long and flushed and glistening at the tip. he was perfectâdesperately hard and twitching in your palm before youâd even touched him properly.
you looked up at him once, silently asking.
he nodded, jaw locked, chest rising.
so you wrapped your hand around him.
he shuddered the moment your fingers closed around his shaftâhis whole body jolting like heâd been electrocuted, breath catching sharp in his chest.
thenâlike he was pulling himself out of a tranceâhe shifted, reaching one hand blindly toward the floor, fingers groping for the edge of his jacket. he pulled it closer, found something in the zipper pocketâa small foil packet.
you stopped him.
your hand curled around his wrist, gentle.
âitâs okay,â you said softly.
his eyes locked on yours. ây/nââ
âiâm on the pill,â you murmured. âi trust you.â
his lips parted. for a second, he didnât speakâjust stared at you like youâd said something sacred. something that made his whole body go still.
and then he dropped the packet to the floor.
he hovered over you, breath hot and trembling against your lips, one arm braced beside your head while the other reached down, steadying himself. but he paused, just barely, the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance, heat pulsing between your bodies like a current too charged to touch.
his eyes locked on yours againâwild, tender, reverent.
âare you sure?â he asked, voice low and hoarse, like asking cost him.
you nodded.
slow. certain.
your hand rose to cup his jaw, thumb brushing his flushed cheekbone. âiâve never been more sure.â
he inhaled sharplyâand let it out in a broken moan. not quiet. not restrained. just raw, honest sound spilling from somewhere deep inside him.
âokay,â he breathed. âokay. then you go for it, baby.â
his head dropped for a second, forehead pressing to yours, his whole body shaking with the force of trying to hold back. you felt him twitch against your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging just slightly into your folds, dragging through your wetness.
you blinked up at him, dazed. âwhat?â
he pulled back just slightly, his hand guiding himself again, lining up with your pussy, the swollen head pressing flush against your entrance. and then he looked you dead in the eyes.
âyou take me,â he said. âhowever slow you need. however deep you want. you do it.â
and he meant it. his voice didnât shake this time. his gaze didnât falter. he wanted you to be in control. even nowâespecially now.
so you reached down with one trembling hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock again, guiding him back down between your thighs. you could feel the heat of him, the size of himâheavy and thick and so fucking real.
your breath caught as you positioned him, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance now.
he moaned againâguttural this time, a sound pulled from deep in his chest.
âgod, you feel so warm already,â
you pushed your hips up, slow, and felt him begin to breach you.
just the tip.
the stretch burned.
sharp, but not unbearable. not when he was watching you like thatâeyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving like you were the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
you gasped, and he stilled.
âyou good?â he whispered.
you noddedâbit your lip, adjusted, let yourself breathe.
then you did it again. this time he met you halfway
pushed up another inch. took more of him.Â
and he groanedâlow and long, head dropping to your shoulder as his arms tensed beside you.
âoh my goodness, y/nââ
you were so wet, so tight, every inch of him dragging against nerves you hadnât known could feel like this. the pressure was intense, dizzying, your body opening inch by inch to take him in.
and he let you do it.
let you set the pace.
let you guide him in, until you were gasping and whimpering and his cock was buried almost halfway, throbbing and hot, your walls pulsing around him like your body didnât know how to handle it all.
âyouâre doing so good,â he breathed, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your temple. âso fucking goodâkeep going, baby, if you can.â
you braced your hands against his shoulders, breath shallow, thighs trembling. the last stretch was the hardestâyour body pulsing around the thick base of him, nerves lit up everywhere, tight and aching, every part of you drawn taut with the strain of holding him there.
but you wanted this. all of it.
you shifted your hips, exhaling slowly as you pushed upwardâone more inch. then another. until he bottomed out.
he was buried to the hilt now, thick and hot and pulsing inside your cunt, your walls stretched around him so tight he could barely breathe. his hands trembled where they gripped your waist, holding himself stillâbarelyâlike one more twitch would break the world in half.
ây/n,â he choked out, voice guttural. âyouâre so tight, baby, so tightâi can barelyââ he bit down on the inside of his cheek, jaw clenched like a vice.
your fingers flexed against his back, and you nodded, panting through the ache, through the pressure. âitâs okay,â you whispered. âyou can move. pleaseâmove.â
his eyes snapped open. he searched your face, breath still ragged, and nodded slowly.
then he pulled outâjust an inch, then anotherâand pushed back in.
the drag of him inside you, even that small motion, lit your body up from the inside. the friction was perfect. unrelenting. he filled every inch, stretched you to your limit, and your pussy clung to him like your body didnât want to let go.
felix whispered. âi can slow down.â
he pulled out again, just enough to make you feel empty, then slid back in deeper. you cried out, clinging to him now, hips tilting up to meet him, chasing it.
âfaster, you can go faster,â you gasped.
he obeyed.
his pace quickened, still careful but less restrained nowâhis cock thrusting into you with a slick, wet rhythm, your soaked pussy gripping him like a vice with every motion. the room echoed with the sound of your bodiesâflesh on flesh, breathless cries, the obscene, soaking drag of his cock through your tight cunt.
âfuck,â he growled. âthis pussy is taking me so good, like it was made for me.â
your head tipped back, a fresh moan spilling from your lips. âit wasââ
his hips stuttered.
something flickered across his face thenâdarker, hungrier.
âyou donât even know what you do to me,â he murmured. âyou think i havenât thought about this? all those nights jerking off with your name in my throat.â
you whimpered.
he leaned over you more fully, chest brushing your breasts, one hand sliding up to cradle your face while he kept thrusting into youâslow now, deeper, grinding into you with each roll of his hips.
âyouâre letting me ruin you,â he whispered. âgod, youâre so wet for it.â
you moanedâhigh, trembling, helpless. âi love youââ
his rhythm faltered, but only for a second.
âsay it again,â he demanded, voice thick.
âi love you,â you sobbed, clinging to him as your body started to coil again, pressure building low and hot and desperate. âi love you, felix, please donât stopââ
he didnât.
he fucked you harder nowânot roughâbut deep, fast, each thrust grinding right into your tightest spot, your pussy clenching around him like you couldnât bear to let go. he shifted his angle slightly, driving into you from just a little lower, and your whole body jerked.
your breath tore out of you. "felixâ!"
this wasnât the soft spread of orgasm heâd coaxed out with his mouth. this was different. sharper. hotter. it burned from the inside out, like he was hammering that sweet bundle of nerves over and over again, your orgasm uncoiling too fast.
and he saw it.
he felt it.
his hand dropped between you, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease, two slick digits rubbing tight little circles as he thrust deep, dragging your soaked pussy right against his knuckles every time.
âgive it to me, y/n,â he growled, voice raw and low in your ear. âcome on. i know that lookâyouâre right there. like when you break that last boardâfocus. let go. fucking give it to me.â
you couldnât hold back.
it slammed into youâfast, sharp, blindingâyour entire body locking, then releasing, the pleasure exploding out of you with a cry that tore your throat raw.
your orgasm ripped through your pelvis.
a hot gush of slick pulsed out of you, soaking his cock, his fingers, the sheets beneath you. you cried out, shaking violently, back arching off the bed, vision going white as your body convulsed through it.
felix choked on a groan, grinding his hips deep into your trembling pussy as he held you there, watching it happen, feeling you squirt on him.
âfuck, babyâoh my godââ
he didnât stop moving, didnât stop working your clit, didnât stop fucking that spot, chasing every last drop of that orgasm.
your breath was ragged, your voice barely there, but the words came anywayâraw, open, needy.
âcome inside me, felix,â you whispered, your nails dragging lightly down his back. âi want to feel it. i want all of you.â
he growledâactually growledâa sound ripped from deep in his chest, something dark and unfiltered and desperate.
âyou want my cum, baby?â he panted, hand sliding down to grip your thigh, holding you wide open beneath him. âyou want me to ruin you for everyone else?â
âyes,â you gasped. âyes, felix, pleaseâdo it, come inside meââ
that broke him.
he fucked into you hardâonce, twice, three more brutal strokesâand then froze, every muscle in his body locking as he buried himself to the base.
he groaned loud into your neck and you felt it.
felt the heat flood inside you, pulse after pulse of release spilling into your still-clenching pussy. he rocked through it, hips twitching, groaning your name as he filled you completely, your slick and his cum mixing deep inside you, dripping between your thighs.
he stayed like that, chest heaving, cock twitching, holding you close as the last waves of it ran through him.
you lay there, breath shallow and scattered, limbs trembling beneath the weight of everything. you felt him still buried inside you, twitching gently, his length softening but still locked within your body like he couldnât bear to leave just yet.
you were dazed.
and when you blinked up at himâhis hair sweat-damp and wild, his chest rising fast, his eyes fixed on you like you were everythingâhe smiled, slow and aching.
âmy girl,â he whispered, voice rough. he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your temple. your heart thudded.
and when he leaned back just enough to see your face, brushing a thumb down your jaw. âi love you.â
the words cracked something wide open in you.
you reached up, threading your fingers into his hair, pulling him back down into a kissâlips barely moving because you didnât have the strength to make it anything more. but it said enough.
you pulled back, breath caught, eyes wide and glassy.
âi love you too, felix.â you touched his cheek. âstay over?â
his answer came without hesitation.
he nodded.
then pressed another kiss to your lipsâbrief, tenderâbefore slowly, carefully pulling out. you winced slightly, and he soothed you immediately, whispering quiet things under his breath.
âsorry, baby, i got you, just relax.â
you felt him drip out of you and you shivered at the sensation, more from how intimate it felt than anything else.
felix padded to your bathroom and when he came back, he was gently kneeling beside the bed and wiping between your legs.
he kissed your knee, then slipped out quietly. you heard the bath running. when he returned, he lifted you gently from the bed, carrying you into the bathroom. later, he curled into bed beside you.
arms around your waist. breath on your neck.
the world faded.
only him. only you.
you were breathing hardâsweat dripping down your temple, your pulse pounding in your ears, muscles burning from effort. the match had dragged longer than expected. every counter was faster, every feint smarter. your opponent wasnât backing down.
and neither were you.
a front kick met your sideâhard but clean. you spun with it, dropping into a low stance to recover, your feet sliding against the mat. a beat passed. then another.
your opponent came at you again. you blocked, pivoted, struck out with a side kick, but he ducked low and swept your legânot enough to knock you down, just enough to unbalance. you hissed through your teeth and shot forward, aiming a punch straight toward his ribs.
suddenly, he shifted left.
and his arm hit your good shoulder.
your breath caught as you staggered back half a step.
and thatâs when he moved in.
one clean motion. a grappling combo youâd seen beforeâbut rarely felt like this.
your opponent took you down.
and suddenly, the world tilted. you were flat on your back, shoulders pinned, your breath knocked clean out of your chest.Â
you stayed still for half a second, blinking up at them, the lights glaring in your peripheral.
then you tapped out. quick, three times.
the pressure eased immediately.
he rolled off with practiced ease and leaned over, hand rubbing your back softly.
âgood match,â he murmured.
you pushed up slowly, breath still shallow, shoulder aching just a bit where the blow had landed. but you couldnât help the half-smile that pulled at your lips.
coach stepped forward from the sideline. ânice takedown, felix.â
you huffed a short laugh. âfinally,â you muttered, shooting felix a sideways look.
he grinned sheepishly, cheeks pink. his hair was soaked, plastered to his forehead, and his uniform clung to his back with sweat. but his eyes were sparkling.
coach added, âthatâs the only one youâve taken so far.â
felix scratched the back of his neck. âyeah, well. iâm pacing myself.â
you chuckled and reached out, smacking his arm lightly. âi let you have that one.â
he caught your hand before it dropped, squeezed it once.
then let it go.
the coach stepped forward, arms crossed over his chest, gaze unreadable as it flicked between the two of you.
you both turned toward him, sweat still clinging to your necks, uniforms rumpled and streaked with dust from the mats. you and felix both reached up and took off your helmets.
the coach paused for a beat. then:
âiâve made my decision.â
your heart jumped into your throat. felix straightened beside you, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead.
the coach looked at you. ây/n.â
there was a pause.
âsirâŠ?â
coach nodded. âyouâve been consistent. adaptable. fast. you held your ground every time. youâve proved yourself.â
âi was holding back in the others,â felix said quickly. âcan we have one more match?â
the coach didnât soften. âyou gave your best in that last one. and so did she. decisionâs final.â
felix didnât argue. just stood there, chest rising, then falling, as something in him settled.
he turned to you.
you were still staring at him with a worried expression. but he smiled.
small. honest.
âiâm not gonna lie and say iâm not crushed,â he said, laughing under his breath. âbecause i am.â
your lips curled into a smile.
âbut,â he added, eyes locked on yours, âiâm also really fucking proud of you.â
your throat was tight, but the smile pulled at your face anyway, a little shaky. you turned to the coach and bowed.
âthank you, sir. really.â
coach gave a short nod, then glanced down at his clipboard. but not before you caught the faintest curve of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you turned back to felix and threw your arms around his neck without thinking. his hands came around your waist instantly before he lifted you.
your feet left the mat, your arms tightening in surprise as a small yelp escaped your lips. âfelix!â
he laughed, that full-throated, breathless sound you hadnât heard since you were kids.
as felix set you down, you caught it.
the coach.
still watching.
his eyes flicked from you to felix, then back again.
you furrowed your brows. âwhat?â
ânothing,â coach said, too quickly, a smile tugging at his lips. âjust⊠you two make a good team.â
your eyes narrowed. âno, what was that look?â
âlook?â he repeated, feigning innocence like a man who definitely was not innocent.
you glanced at felix. he was already biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh, failing miserably. his ears were turning pink.
you turned back to the coach. âsirââ
âgood work today,â he said, backing off. âsee you both tomorrow.â
and he disappeared into his office, closing the door behind him.
you stared after him, then slowly turned to felix.
you groaned into your hands. âgod.â
felix laughed, gently peeling your hands away from your face as his eyes flicked past you for half a second. a little group of junior belts was trailing through the far hallway, chattering and bouncing off the walls like theyâd just mainlined sugar.
he looked back at you, mischief blooming across his face. his hand still held yours.
and thenâwithout warningâhe kissed you.
right there in the middle of the mats, with the scent of floor cleaner and sweat still in the air and your chest protector half-hanging off your side.
your eyes widened.
you made an undignified squeak into his mouth and instantly melted against him.
then you grabbed his hand.
felix barely had time to register it before you were tugging him down the hall, past the main mat, into one of the empty practice rooms. the second the door shut behind youâ
click.
he had you against the wall.
your belt hit the floor.
and there was nothing gentle about the way you kissed each other this time.
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