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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 didn’t need it when he was there— he knew exactly how to satisfy you.

and now he’s caught you red-handed. panties hooked in your ankle. the stupid thing won’t turn off. eventually, it stops working. you’ve never felt more embarrassed, although rationally you know it’s completely normal and healthy to masturbate, even if you’re in a relationship.

felix does not look mad in the slightest.

“baby, i— i thought you were at work.”

it’s a lame excuse, but it’s not really an excuse. you really weren’t expecting him to come home so early.

you lower your top to cover your breasts, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but right as you’re about to pull your panties up your legs you feel felix’s hand stopping you. and then, he’s kneeling by the bed.

“don’t,” his lips on your forehead. “wanna see you,” fingers gripping your top, yanking it back up. the cold air hits your nipples, making them harden, and he’s unable to take his eyes off them. “seems like you were having fun, yeah? playing with yourself…”

he’s not embarrassed like you are, you realise. something else. something inviting.

“i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head. “you’ve got nothing to be sorry about, love. yeah?” nuzzles your cheek with his nose, runs his fingers all over your naked legs. “just caught me by surprise. a really nice surprise,” he bites his lip.

fingers reaching the centre of your thighs, where you’re wet. felix dips one finger in the sweetness coating your skin, looking at you in awe.

“so wet…” he murmurs, watching the way your arousal’s now all over his fingers and makes them all shiny and sticky. “lookin’ so pretty and delicious…”

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.

“go on.”

you blink, shocked, eyes wide and confused. “what?”

“keep going. continue what you were doing.”

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.

“but— lix, i mean… you’re here, so…”

he smiles, but it’s a teasing smile. he has other plans for tonight. fucking you was already in his plans for the night, yes, but now there’s a deeper desire that he can’t ignore.

“i’ll fuck you. i’m gonna give you my tongue, fingers, cock— whatever you want,” he licks his lips, looks at where your toy rests. “but i wanna watch you first. wanna see you making yourself come. please,” he begs, desperate, as if it were the opportunity of a lifetime and he doesn’t 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, you’re really turned on, so you think you won’t take a long time to cum. and you can’t really wait for felix to fuck you.

“feels nice?”

he murmurs, fingers grabbing your thigh, lips on your knee as his eyes bore into yours, staring into your soul.

“hmmh,” you hum, cheeks feeling hot given how embarrassed you are. “not as good as when you eat me out, though.”

he smirks.

“gonna do that later. now i really wanna see you cum,” he bites on the inner part of your thigh, not too hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to make you squeak.

you’re close already, have been for a while even before he came home. you’re desperate and aching for release. your hands searches for his — 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 felix’s.

he doesn’t 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.

“did so good…” felix kisses your knee, brushes your knuckles with his thumb. “so perfect… can’t wait to be inside you…”

“then hurry, baby.”

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. 

you sit on the bed and take your top off as well whilst felix positions himself between your spread legs. you thinks he’s about to fuck you, but he buries his face between your thighs instead. 

“oh.” 

he hums, lapping at your cunt. “sweet… taste so good…” you see his eyes rolling in the back of his skull. felix always gets pussy drunk so fast. “wanna be inside you so bad.” 

“want to feel you inside of me, lix, please,” you beg, hand wrapped around his wrist, encouraging him to take off his boxers and finally push inside. 

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. 

“y’make me so hard. have no idea what you do to me.” 

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 don’t even need his fingers to prep you from how turned on you are. 

“please, lix. give it to me, baby.” 

hearing you beg is the most beautiful symphony. but as much as he’d like to tease you a little bit more, he’s 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.

he’s big and hard and throbbing, and you’ve been thinking about this the whole night. 

“thank you, thank you, thank you,” you mumble incoherently as he pushes inside until he’s fully buried in your cunt. 

“s-so tight, baby,” 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.“so fuckin’ tight ‘n’ wet.”

“just f’you, baby. lix. baby. love.” you ramble on, completely cock drunk already. “fuck me. fuck me, baby, please.” 

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. 

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 you’re one being, until you can’t distinguish where you end and felix begins. 

“so good to me. every time,” he mumbles, “can never get enough of you.”

nails on his back. they’ll probably leave red marks he’ll have to make an excuse for. he doesn’t 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 can’t move inside of you. 

“lix. baby. gonna— gonna cum.” 

you gasp out, pulling his hair gently. he wouldn’t 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. it’s too much and it’s not enough at the same time. you know your muscles will be sore tomorrow but you honestly don’t care right now. 

“me too, baby. sweetie. sweetheart. my princess.” 

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 it’s warm inside of you, your releases mixing together beautifully, making a mess of the sheets. you don’t care about that either. 

he falls on top of you, spent, and finds your arms welcoming him. he rests his head in the softness of your chest, and it’s your turn to play with felix’s hair now. he intertwines your fingers with his, catching his breath. he begins to soften inside of you and you know what’ll come next. you’ll change the bedsheets, have a nice shower and nightly skin care routine together and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. you smile at the thought. 

“lix?” you call him softly. 

“baby.” 

“welcome home.” 

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.

"felix…" you protest, too embarrassed about the prospect of him touching you right now — 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 women…"

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 —" 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 — 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 — 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 — i- i'm close —" 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."

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?

"...felix…"

"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 —"

"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 — 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 — 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:

His fist narrowly misses your face as you duck and knee his ribs. It’s 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. 

“Come on, huntress. Just stop fighting,” he laughs as the blow forces him to stumble back, “Let fate take its course.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m– ah! Bitch!” you groan as he sweeps your leg from underneath you. He stands over you, your leg now incapacitated. His eyes are sharp, alluring, captivating. 

“Finally,” 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. You’re 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. 

-

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. 

“Felix,” your brother growls, frustrated with furrowed brows.

“I’m fine, just a little banged up.”

“This is why I told you I don’t want you going out alone. Ever since he first caught the scent of your blood, he’s been after you. No more!” Your father barks and you roll your eyes as you sit in the chair, propping your leg up, watching him leave the room momentarily.

“Here, drink this, it’ll help with the healing.” 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. 

“What was that,” your voice is gruff.

“Something dad made up.” He shrugs absentmindedly. You nod as you sit there, still winded from your fight. 

-

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. 

A few moments later your door busts open and your brother is by your side. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, frantic as he looks over your body. 

“It hurts!” your voice is broken, scratchy, and your face scrunched in pain. 

“Wha- how?” 

“I don’t know! Just make it stop!” You cry out again and your brother races downstairs to grab your father. 

“What happened?” He asks and your brother tells him he isn’t sure as they both walk by the table you were sitting at the previous night

“Wait, where’s the bottle I had sitting over here?” He asks and looks to son.

“The healing potion, I gave it to her for leg last night.”

“You what?!” Your father’s voice echoes through the house. 

“What?!”

“You idiot, that wasn’t a healing potion! It was Bloodroot! It's fatal to humans!” 

“Why the hell did you have that?”

“For weapons and torture!” He screams as he runs up to your room.

“I’m gonna get you some help okay? Just hang in there.” He says as he picks your aching body up and places you in bed; your body already going cold and clammy. 

-

Your father knocks on Felix’s door, his heart beat erratic- something Felix can hear all too loudly.

“What the hell?” Felix’s eyes grow wide. 

“Come on, man I’m napping, we can fight to the bitter end once the sun goes down.” He goes to shut the door in his face but his foot stops the door. 

“I need…” your father grimaces, “I need your help.” Felix freezes but he peers back at your father. 

“What?” 

“It’s my daughter. I need your help.” 

“Why would I help her?” He scoffs.

“Because you care about her,” he answers and Felix scoffs. If he had a heartbeat, he would swear his heart would've stopped.

“What?” His tone goes tense, higher in pitch, as he looks at your father.

“You’ve never killed her, and you’ve had the upper hand plenty of times. There must be a reason for that.” 

“I don’t know what you mean-” 

“Look, I don’t want to be here either, and I don’t want to ask, but I’m desperate.” 

Felix thinks for a moment.

“What’s wrong with her?” 

“She drank bloodroot.” 

“Now how in the world did you get that?” he asks, a knowing tone to his voice. 

“Look, are you going to help me or not?” 

“So you’re telling me you want me to let your daughter, the one who wants my head on a spike, feed off me? Isn’t that a bit backwards? No deal.”

“Felix!” He pushes the door open, chest heaving and pushing the vampire against the wall. 

“She’s my only daughter.” He says lowly and Felix smiles like he’s amused. 

“What do I get in return?” 

“Your head stays attached to your body.” He gives Felix a wicked smile.

“Mate, I have that now.”

“What do you want?” His voice is bitter as he lets him go, backing up. Felix smoothes down his shirt.

“She lets me feed,” he smiles at your father, fangs bright white. 

“What? No way in hell!” 

“If you don’t want me draining innocents I have to eat.” he forces a faux innocent tone.

“If she feeds from you, and you from her, won’t the toxin just go back into her body?” Felix sighs, clearly annoyed. 

“You hunt us and yet know so little,” he mumbles as he rolls his eyes, “My body will absorb the toxin.” 

“Fine, but after you save her, we go back to normal.” 

“We’ll see how she feels about that,” he smirks. 

“What do you mean?” Your father’s brows furrow.

“A hunter feeding from a vampire? It can be a-” he pauses for dramatic effect, “Ritualistic experience.” His voice drips of something deep, secretive, but your father doesn’t have much of a choice. 

“Fine, but you stay by her side, she needs you and you’re there. You don’t leave, you don’t back out. You’re nothing but a blood bank for her.” Your father’s face is serious as Felix hums in amusement.

“The feeling’s mutual.” 

-

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 you’re on death's door step when your bedroom door flies open. 

“Never fear, my love, help is here.” His Aussie accent cuts through the room as he comes into view, bags in his hands.

“What the–” your father steps out from behind him.

“What is he doing here?” You try to reach for your blade, and Felix’s brow cocks upwards when you’re too weak.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding,” he says, voice softer than usual. 

“Y/n, you drank bloodroot,” your father trails off. Your eyes widen and you groan as you remember the burning sensation from the drink the night before. 

“Nathan! If I survive this you’re fucking dead!” You try to shout at your brother, but you can’t quite make your voice carry. 

“Okay, is there anything we need to do?” He looks at Felix whose eyes are softened, face stoic. 

“Just leave us,” he says softly.

“Wait, how do we treat it?” You look between the two men, eyes wide and panic lacing your voice. 

“You’ll drink from me,” Felix begins but you cut him off.

“No way,” you scoot up further into the bed, putting as much distance between him and yourself as possible. 

“Y/n,” your father says gently. Your eyes land on him and you can see the fear in his eyes. 

“It’s the only way. You won't make it if you don’t.” 

“Okay, but what’s in it for him?” 

“I feed from you.” He says simply. 

“Fuck you, no!” Your eyes scan your father looking for any sign that this is a joke. Yet you find none. 

“I’m not letting this monster feed off me!” You cut your eyes at him.

“I do have feelings,” he fakes a wounded expression, “Anyway, that's my deal, sweetheart. Take it or leave it. And of course by leaving it, you won’t survive the night.” He gives you a mocking smile. 

You sigh and stare up at your ceiling. 

“Fine, but only because it’s literally the only way!” 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.

“Scream if you need anything,” he says before shutting the door. 

Felix slowly moves towards you and sits down beside you on the bed. 

“How does this even work?” Your voice is unsure, hesitant.

“Your body will tell you when it’s better. It could take a few days to maybe a few weeks.” He explains. You take a shaky breath. 

“I can feel your fear from here, calm down. Besides, you get to go first.” 

“How do I know this will work?” 

“Because, if your father is smart enough to get bloodroot from a vampire’s garden, I’m sure he’s smart enough to research how to reverse the effects.” 

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Nope. So don’t worry, you’re not the only one who’s nervous.” 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. 

“What’s funny?” 

“The irony... to save your sorry ass.” He offers his wrist to you. You look at him, hesitating. His gaze is something you don’t recognize– it’s tender, almost domestic. 

“Go on,” he whispers. Your mouth attaches to his wrist, noting the coolness to his skin, tongue swiping at the droplet before gently sucking. It doesn’t 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.

“That’s it, keep going.” 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. 

“That’s a good girl,” 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. 

“I’ll need to replenish my strength each time you do this.” He whispers. 

“How do I know you won’t just drain me?” You ask after wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Because if I wanted to do that, I would’ve done it just now, when your father left.” You nod in response and crane your neck, taking a deep breath. 

“I’ll be gentle,” he tries to soothe you. He can hear your heartbeat quicken the closer he gets. 

“Calm down, angel, I’m not here to hurt you.” 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. 

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.

“Felix,” you gasp as your body slightly goes weak, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy, “I think that’s enough,” you breathe. He tears himself away, mouth now red, fangs no longer white and shiny.

“Sorry,” he breathes. The two of you look into each other's eyes, knowing that everything’s changed. There’s something concrete between you now, an unspoken rule. An unspoken devotion. 

“How do you feel?” he clears his throat, getting off the bed, breaking the tension. 

“The burning isn’t so intense, I don’t feel like I want to peel my skin off anymore.” you admit. He looks back at you through your vanity mirror. 

“Good, that means it’s working.” 

“I’m tired though,” you start to yawn. The moon’s come out and the only light in the room is your small bedside lamp.

“You sleep, I’ll be downstairs.” 

“Like I trust you around my family.”

He smirks, feeling that you somewhat do trust him. 

“You love them, don’t you?” 

“Obviously.” You deadpan.

“Then they’re fine.” he admits and before you can question him further he leaves the room.

-

Downstairs your father and brother are at the weapons table, continuing the chore of cleaning weapons, yours now added to the pile. 

They look at him suspiciously as he approaches.

“What?” He asks as he looks them up and down. They don’t 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. 

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.

-

Later that night, he’s 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. 

“Y/n,” he says, but your eyes don’t 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.

“Y/n,” he shakes you and you jerk, “Angel,” he whispers in your ear, “wake up.”

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.

“Get the hell out!” you yell and he looks at you with wild eyes. 

“What? I didn’t do anything!” He’s on his feet the same time you are, though you’re unstable. 

“Get! Out!” each word punctuated harshly. 

“Y/n, stop!” 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. 

“I don’t want you here, I don’t want you near my family or me!” You push off him, ready to start beating on him again when he catches your hands and forces your back against your mattress. 

“Stop!” He commands strongly as your chest heaves.

“What. Happened?” He now punctuates each word, eyes wild as they search yours. You wiggle underneath him, but it’s no use, his grip is too strong for your weak body.

“Get out, just fucking leave,” you whisper, eyes welling up with tears. 

“Not until you tell me what happened.” He says, voice still strong, slight fear laced into it. 

“My mother,” you whisper and you see it, the way his eyes widen in fear. 

“You knew my mother and it cost her her life!” you whisper with eyes narrowed, voice cracking.

“Y/n I can explain.” 

“You watched them… mutilate her! She’s the reason we’re all in this stupid life. Searching for the monsters that- that...” You trail off and feel his hold weaken on you and you push him off. 

“Let me explain!” he begs but you won’t hear it.

“Leave!” 

“You need me, you’ll–”

“There are others who will easily take your place.” You bite. That hurts him worse than he anticipated. 

“You know they won’t- they’ll kill you-”

“Then you won’t have to worry about me anymore!” You scream.

“We never did anything, it was a misunderstanding, she was a friend!” He tries.

“Felix, I swear, if you don’t leave right now-” 

“Y/n, please. You need to get better, just do that and I’ll go,” he pleads with you.

“NO!” 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 he’s down the road, there’s 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. 

-

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 won’t let himself be held responsible for another innocent woman’s life. 

-

The days go by, and you explain to your father and brother what’s happened, why you forced him out. And on your father’s way out of the bunker a few nights later, he finds Felix walking along the river bank not far from the bunker.

“Felix?” His voice cuts through the night. Felix just stares at the water. 

“She won’t make it if I leave.” He sighs as he feels the man’s presence come up beside him. 

“She’s not doing well,” your father mentions, “The spells and potions aren’t going to work long term.”

“I know, I can feel it.” he admits. 

“What do you mean you can feel it?” 

“I told you, a human feeding from a vampire is a ritualistic experience.” He says softly.

“She can see things I’ve seen, I can feel things she feels… it’s deep.” He explains and when Felix looks at your father, his eyes are brimming with tears. 

“Do you want to save her?” He simply nods at the question. 

“Then give me what I need,”  he says and hands him a bowl from his backpack. Felix takes it into his hands and drains himself just enough for a dose. 

“Thank you, but when this is over, I don’t ever wanna see you near her again.” Your father says and turns his back to Felix.

“Mr. D’Amore,” he calls out. Your father stops in his tracks. 

“She was a friend, I swear. My mother, she was sick, and Amelia-” 

“Don’t you dare speak her name!” He turns on his heel. Felix stiffens. 

“She 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,” he trails off and looks at the ground. There’s an awkward silence and a tightening in your father’s chest.

He walks off, leaving Felix standing there, guilt and shame blooming in his chest. 

-

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. 

“It’s his,” you snarl your nose as his scent infiltrates your nostrils. 

“You can tell?” 

“It smells like him,” you shove the cup back to him with an obvious sounding attitude.

“It’s going to help.” 

“Like he helped my mom? I told you what I saw! He watched them torture her! He did nothing!” Your voice is loud, filled with the sound of betrayal.

“Drink,” is all he can say. 

“I don’t want anything else to do with-”

“Y/n damnit! I lost your mother, I'm not losing you too! Now drink!” He raises his voice and you shrink back, hearing the anger, but the hurt is all too clear in his eyes. 

Slowly you sip the contents through the straw, finishing it before he leaves the room. 

“Your brother and I are going out tonight, stay inside, keep the doors locked.” 

“Yeah, I know the drill.” 

-

You’re 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 you’re starving, hoping they’ve brought back something from the diner on the way home. You have just enough strength to get downstairs but you don’t find your brother or father. 

“Who do we have here?” 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 man’s eyes following your gaze. You try to run and grab a blade, but you’re too slow. He tackles you to the ground with a grin showing off his fangs.

“Mm, the hunter’s weak.” He chuckles before his tongue flicks out over your skin. 

“You’re going to taste so damn good.” 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. 

-

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.

You’re in trouble. 

He barges into the bunker, strength taking your door off the hinges. 

“Get off me!” he hears your voice.

“Help!” You yell out and he’s 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 man’s arms, and the other is a millimeter away from biting you when he turns around. 

Your eyes fly open, seeing Felix, slightly disheveled and chest heaving, his eyes dark, a slight snarl on his face. 

“Get. Away. From her.” He rasps and the two others laugh at him. Within a second he’s throwing one to the ground, grabbing you and flinging the other away from both of you. 

“Felix,” you think to yourself, afraid he might hear you, and he does.

“I’m here, Angel,” he says but he doesn’t 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. You’re pale, frail, shaking from the exhaustion, from the tension, from the way your body just wants to fall into his, but you won’t let it.

“Are you okay?” He asks and moves to be by your side. You step away from him. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, arms coming across your middle. 

“Y/n, please,” he begs barely above a whisper. The way your name rolls off his tongue, as if he’s 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.

“Let me help you get better. It's best if it’s fresh.” he whispers into your ear. Your tears soak his shirt, both from the relief and the stress. 

“Tell me what happened,” you whimper into his skin.

“While you feed, okay?” 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. 

“Drink up,” he whispers and your mouth attaches to his wrist again. The closeness is more apparent than ever, it's as if you’re one, you’re his and you don’t want that to change. You momentarily pull away and look back at him as he sits behind you on the bed.

“Start talking,” you say before re-attaching your mouth to his wrist.

“I knew Ameila from when she was still doing her apothecary business. I didn’t have the money to take my mother to a doctor and she was so helpful. Her treatments wouldn’t 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.” He takes a breath as the sweetness coats your tongue.

“But, 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 wasn’t 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,” his voice goes soft, a silent understanding falling between you. You pull away from his wrist. 

Your body spins in his arms and you climb into his lap, “So what, you’re risking my life to be here?” Your arms go around his neck, faces inches from one another.

“No- well yeah, but I’m risking my own, especially now. I've been caught once and now I’m helping the people who want to make us extinct.” The words settle between you, both of you realizing this is more serious than you originally thought. 

“Why?” It comes out soft. 

“Because your mother was a good person, and I swore that if I ever laid eyes on you, I would always protect you.” He whispers as his forehead rests against yours. The confession sits between you, heavy, riddled with tension. 

“You should get your strength up,” you say and tilt your head, offering him the delicacy you can sense he needs. 

“You sure?” 

“That was the deal,” you say as you furrow your brows just slightly. 

“I don’t-I’m fine.” he smiles but you can feel it. He isn’t. 

“It’s okay, I,” you take a deep breath, “I want you to.” His eyes go darker, the trust you’ve 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. 

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. 

“Y/n,” 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 weeks– in your life. 

“Felix,” you whimper his name as though you have something to say, but you don’t. You just want him, in every possible way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. 

“Y/n,” 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. 

He looks at you like you’re the purest thing he’s ever seen, eyes hungry.

“You ever made love to a vampire?” he asks with a cocky smirk. 

“First time, actually,” 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.

“It's ecstasy, baby,” 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. 

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. 

“Felix,” you breathe out, fingers combing through his hair. 

“I’ve got you, angel. Just lay there and feel.” 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. 

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.

“My girl,” he claims softly. 

He runs a finger through your folds, watching your face. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers and you blush at his words. 

“Please,” you whimper, fingers teasing your own nipples. Felix smiles, licking a fat stripe up your core, eyes staying locked with yours the whole time. 

“Shit,” 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. 

“Felix,” you moan, hips grinding against his face. His hands run up and down your sides, each touch feeling like it’s going to set you on fire. You grab one of his hands, squeezing it as your back starts to arch. 

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. 

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 you’re both ready for him to make you cum and yet want him to stay where he’s at forever. 

He doesn’t just hold you down when your hips start to buck, he doesn’t claim you with his tongue, he owns you– 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. There’s no going back. And you want it. To be his; to belong to him. 

He moves his tongue and fingers like he’s 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 that’s begging to explode in your body.

“Fall apart for me, angel. Let me hear it,” he encourages against your slit. The way your moans blend together and the sound of blood rushing through your body tells him you’re close and with one last suck of your clit, you’re 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. 

He kitten licks your clit, helping you ride the waves until the after shocks hit. You’re trembling from the velocity of your orgasm as he gently kisses his way back up to your lips. 

“You okay?” He looks over your features. 

“Great,” you breathe and pull his face down to you, connecting your lips. 

“You need more,” he says against your mouth. 

“What?” You ask softly, pulling back. 

“You need more strength.” 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.

“Can-can I,” you trail off, face flushing a deeper shade of red. 

“What? Bite me?” You nod feebly, bottom lip tucking itself between your teeth. 

“Go ahead,” 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. 

“You’re not the monster I thought you were,” 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 you’ve just said. Your teeth sink down, drawing your medicine from his neck. 

“Shit,” 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 can’t contain himself.

“Fuck,” 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. 

“Keep going, you need more,” he whispers, breath hot on your ear, mouth gaping as he feels the effects. 

He growls, low and deep in his throat as your fingers dig into his shoulders. You slowly pry yourself off him, breathing labored. 

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. 

“You’re everything,” he whispers and you pull him impossibly closer, lips practically bruising from the pressure. 

“I want you,” he confesses. 

“You have me,” 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. 

Felix chuckles when he sees your expression.

“Tonight’s about you, angel. Just lay back.” 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. 

“I need you,” you whisper and he sinks in until he bottoms out, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of your body. 

“Oh fuck,” 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.

“I feel warm,” you pant and he chuckles. 

“It's normal, baby. I told you, it’s ecstasy.” He grins as he starts off slow. 

Sensual. 

“I can go as long as you need,” 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. 

“You okay?” He asks and you nod.

“Mhm.”

“Feels good, hmm?” He asks, smirk audible in his voice. He shifts his hips upwards a little after the words leave his mouth. 

“Fuck!” 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. 

“Felix, please I need more,” you say as your hips roll with his thrusts. 

“Don’t strain yourself, I’ve got you,” 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. 

“Felix!” 

“I know, angel,” 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 ecstasy– just like he said. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” 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. 

“Felix, harder, please,” you quietly squeak as you feel your body start to lock up. He threads his hand down between your bodies, finding your swollen clit. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” 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.

“You’re fucking made for me,” he groans, “Squeezing me so damn good, cum for me angel, you’re safe." With that, your body trembles beneath him and he moans as your walls clamp down around him, sucking him in. 

“Fuck,” he growls as you hit your aftershocks, walls pulsing. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, baby.” he whimpers softly in your ear. 

“Where,” he asks and your mind is so fucked out, you can’t 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. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says and you smile blissfully at him, riding a high like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He chuckles as he can feel the way you’re at rest, body overloaded with the effects of him. 

“That was the best I’ve ever had,” you murmur. He looks away, chuckles a little louder and a slight pride comes over him.

“Let’s get you in the bath, yeah?” 

“Will you lay with me, first?”

“Absolutely.”

-

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 you’re sat. 

His arms wrap around your middle and you rest against him- but you notice he isn’t as cold as before. Like he’s reading your mind, he answers you.

“If we continually feed from a source, it can give us the effects of being human again,” he explains, “Warm skin, a heart beat, things like that. But if we stop then it goes away,” He says as he cups some of the water and lets it fall over the top of your chest. 

“So when I’m better, what does that mean?” Your voice quivers ever so softly, and his hand cups your jaw and turns your head to him. 

“It means whatever you want it to mean,” he whispers and your lips find his, securely, like you're promising him something. 

“I don’t want to live without you,” you whisper so quietly that if it wasn’t for his superb hearing, he wouldn’t have caught it.

-

Your head is laid on Felix’s 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. 

The door to your room slides open and it’s 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. 

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, eyes still closed.

“Nothing, angel. Go back to sleep,” he whispers and kisses your forehead, eyes on your brother. His face turns hard as stone and he slips out. 

But Felix can hear the commotion down stairs. 

“She’s sleeping with him!” Your brother’s voice softly echos throughout the room.

“It’s not perfect but we’ll take care of it!” Your father urges your brother to take a breath and calm down.

“How are you so calm?” 

“Because I’ve already lost your mother because of that monster! If he’s so guilty he’s going to help your sister then I’ll let him and behead him later!” Your father whispers and prays Felix can’t hear. 

But he does. 

“Behead him now and just drain him!” 

“If I could I would, Nathan. But unfortunately for us, the blood has to be fresh. It wouldn’t work if he’s dead.” Your father explains.

“I’ll slay him myself. I got her into this mess.” Your brother decides. 

“Not until we know she’s healed,” your father warns and leaves your brother to think. 

-

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 he’s suddenly cautious of them, noticing the tension at dinner even when he’s up in your room or out taking a walk. 

“What’s going on? You guys have been tense for days.” You bring up the topic over dinner. Your brother and father look at each other. 

“Would you like any blood with that?” Your brother bites and you pull your head back, looking at him like he’s gone insane. 

“Excuse you?” 

“Just seems to be your meal of choice.” He shrugs. 

“Well it’s not my fault, who gave me the bloodroot to begin with? Who forced me into this blood sucking situation?” Your blood starts to boil. How dare he pass any sort of judgement when he put you in this situation. 

“I get it, okay? But you don’t have to spend every waking moment with the guy.” 

“Fuck you, he’s doing more for me than you are!” Your chair screeches across the floor, and you stand quickly, being the strongest you’ve been in weeks.

“Y/n,” 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. 

“Y/n, get back here!” Is all you hear as you open the door, leaving the bunker for the first time in over a week. 

The night air is cool against your skin. 

“Felix?” 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. 

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.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” you whisper in his ear, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re getting better,” he smiles, a hand cupping your cheek.

“That’s a bad thing?” 

“No, I just mean I can feel it. You’re getting stronger, it shouldn’t be much longer.” 

“You’re avoiding my question.” You reprimand gently. 

“I’m okay, angel. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” 

“I can feel that you’re not.” He smiles gently and kisses your lips once.

“I’ll be leaving soon,” he whispers and you panic immediately.

“What? Why!” 

“Y/n, we can’t be together,” he pulls away, his own heart breaking.

“If you leave, I’ll die!”

“Not if you don’t feed from me for a while. I can stay till the effects wear off; you’ll go back to hating me and we’ll be back to normal.” 

“No!” The word leaves you loud and sudden with a slight whine to it, forcing you to your feet.

“I like the way things are! I don’t want this, and I know you don’t either!” 

“It’s for the best,” he says as he stands and cups your cheeks in his hands. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

"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, “Let’s just enjoy the time we have left together, okay?” He kisses your forehead, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Felix, just tell me what changed,” you plead with him. 

“This has always been the plan.”

“Plans change,” you exclaim as your eyes search his, he’s silent for a bit.

“You feel something for me, I know you do. I’ve seen it in my dreams.” you admit. 

“What?” 

“I’ve 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 wouldn’t have to do your part. You’ve gone easy on me in the past when you’ve seen I was hurt, you-you, you’ve helped me, eliminated threats because you saw them coming when I didn’t. And I didn’t even know you were around.” 

“I told you, I swore to protect you. That’s all it was,” he lies again. 

“I don’t believe you.” you answer him honestly. 

“I know,” he whispers, “We need to get back, it’s getting late.” He leads you back to the bunker, both of your hearts torn apart. 

-

Three days later Felix is sitting next to you in bed when he tells you the news. 

“Your body seems to be doing well. Your heart rate is up, body warm, it doesn’t burn right?” He asks and you look at him, eyes sad. 

“No, it doesn’t.” 

“Then this should be our last one. For good measure.” he tries to act like it doesn’t bother him, like he’s not as broken as you, but it’s 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. 

“Y/n,” he sighs. 

“If I don’t drink I’ll stay sick and you won’t leave.” 

“Y/n, I can’t give you the life you want!” He raises his voice slightly. 

“The life I want is with you!” Your voice gets louder, like you’re trying to get it through his thick skull. 

“What kind of life is staying in all the time? You do realize they’ll do to you what they did to your mom if my side finds out, and if yours finds out, God only knows what they’ll do to me! This. Can’t. Happen!” His eyes are distraught, pleading, sympathizing. He let himself believe, for a little while, that it could work, but he’s 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. 

He pulls his arm away, the finality of the moment weighing heavy over you. 

“Felix?” 

“Yeah?” His voice is raspy, quiet.

“I want you one last time, before it's over.” 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. 

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 don’t 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. 

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. 

“We need to start separating,” he tells you and it rips your heart open every time. 

-

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. 

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. 

“I hate you,” 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. 

“See? Back to normal.”His 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. 

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 Later…

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. He’s in your face, as your vision goes blurry, feeling his weight hold you against the tree, until he’s flung off you, and a blonde swoosh is all you see before it goes black. 

-

You wake up and see a familiar blonde looking you over and your eyes widen. 

“Felix?” You ask, confusion and slight hope in your voice. 

“Hey,” he smiles, fangs obvious, “You hit your head pretty hard.” 

“What are you- why are you here?” 

“I was in the neighborhood. You looked like you needed help.” He gives you a half smile as he helps you stand up, making sure you’re stable on your feet. 

“I should get going,” he says, hands in his pockets. You dust yourself off, and watch as he starts to walk.

“No wait!” 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. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” 

“Doing what?” 

“Felix, I’m miserable.” His eyes soften, but he keeps his distance. 

“Y/n, I told you, this can’t happen, I can’t give you any quality of life–”

“I don’t have one as it is,” you passionately interrupt him, “At least with you, something about my life made sense!” You walk towards him, tentatively reaching a hand out to touch his cold cheek. He doesn’t shy away, just stares at you. 

“Y/n, we’ll get caught, it’s impossible,” He reasons and kisses your forehead, “I’m sorry,” he whispers and starts walking again. 

You don’t even turn around and the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, “Change me!”

Felix stops walking, shocked by your words. You force yourself to turn towards him. He’s facing you and his face is etched in horror. 

“What?” 

“You heard me.” You step forward, but Felix comes up to you. 

“It’s the only way,” your words are delicate, desperate. He searches your eyes for any hesitation. 

“There’s no going back if I do this, your brother, your father…” he trails off but you pick up.

“Would be forced to re-evaluate what they think about vampires, just like I did.” your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. Your forehead rests against his. 

“You said you hated me.” 

“I hated you for leaving,” you explain. His lips ghost over yours. 

“I love you,” you whisper the confession and his eyes widen slightly.

“I love you too,” 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. 

“This is going to hurt for a bit, but it’ll feel better after,” he warns and you nod softly.

Felix’s 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. 

The taste isn’t like what you remember, it’s harsh, hot, like fire down your throat and into your stomach. You whimper against him but will yourself to continue. 

“It’ll be over soon,” he promises. You continue taking until every nerve ending in your body feels like it’s 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. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Like I’m the most alive I’ve ever been.” Your words put a smile on his face just before you kiss him stupid, the red transferring to his lips too. 

“What about your family?” He asks as you rest your foreheads together. 

“We’ll figure it out, as long as we’re together.” 

“We may have to run,” he gently tells you.

“Then we’ll leave and never look back.” Your lips find his again and you stare down the rest of eternity together.

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you’ve 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 you’d 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 were—the dynamic duo, the two best students who never got to fight each other.

because boys and girls didn’t 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. 

you’re 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 you’ve spent beside him, laughing at his jokes, rolling your eyes when he winked at you after a clean landing, pretending your heart wasn’t pounding.

but you’ve never dared to say anything.

because as close as you are, as easy as it is to be next to him, you don’t know if he’s 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.

“let’s get out of here,” you muttered, slinging your duffel over your shoulder. “my legs are literally going to give out in the middle of the crosswalk.”

felix glanced over with a tired smile. “want me to carry you?”

you rolled your eyes, bumping his arm lightly. “not unless you wanna get kicked in the shin.”

“guess you’ve still got some energy, then.”

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. you’d already turned halfway toward the doors when you heard it:

“y/n. felix.”

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.

“over here.”

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. “the national showcase is restructuring this year. there’s a new format which means one representative per academy. one. that’s it.”

you blinked. 

“it’s mixed gender. they’re making it a headline match. top student from each school, regardless of gender.”

you swallowed, hard. 

“i’ve narrowed it down to you two,” he continued. “it’s obvious. you’re the strongest candidates.”

you didn’t mean to feel surprised—but you did. you’d always known you were good. competitive. consistent. but felix was… felix. stronger. faster. a cleaner record. everyone said it. you’d said it, even. 

your coach glanced at you, his expression suddenly a little sharper, like he could read your thoughts.

“and before you start thinking it should automatically be him,” he added, “don’t.”

you blinked again.

“you’re both black belts,” he said simply. “both leaders in this academy. you’ve trained just as long. and frankly?” his eyes met yours. “it would be damn good for people to see a girl out there. especially at a showcase like this. i’ve seen how the crowd reacts. half of them still think this sport belongs to the boys. i’d like to shut them up.”

a flush crawled up your neck.

you felt your chest lift slightly, adrenaline rushing through your veins again despite the fatigue.

“so i need to see you spar,” he said.

your stomach dropped.

felix’s head turned toward him slowly. “sir…?”

the coach clarified. “doesn’t need to be long. maybe a few rounds. show me who’s sharper right now. whoever proves it gets the spot.”

you nodded, already adjusting your grip on your bag. “yes, sir.”

you were tired, sure, but this was the moment. you weren’t going to say no to this.

coach waved a hand. “get changed.”

you turned, already opening your bag when felix’s voice cut through the air:

“we’ve just had a long day.”

you stopped moving.

coach blinked. “what?”

felix didn’t raise his voice. he never did. but there was slight bite to his words. “we’ve been at it all evening. we’re not going to give our best right now. i think we should wait.”

you straightened slowly, hand frozen at the zipper.

“tomorrow, then?” coach asked, tone stiff.

there was a pause. too long of one.

felix’s throat worked. “i… don’t think that’s a good idea either.”

silence.

you turned your head toward him like you hadn’t heard him right. “you don’t want to spar for the spot? at all?”

the coach’s expression darkened. “this isn’t optional.”

“i know,” felix said quickly. “i’m not refusing training. i just… i’d rather not do this particular match.”

the coach stepped forward slightly, voice calm but commanding now. “is this personal, lee felix?”

felix bowed his head. “no, sir. it’s not.”

“then what is it?”

he hesitated. “i’m sorry.”

that was it.

no explanation. no excuse. no real answer.

the coach stared him down for a moment, visibly irritated now. “we don’t withhold effort when we’re tired. we don’t back out of challenges we’re prepared for. you know that.”

felix kept his head down. you gave felix a look—sharp. say something, your eyes seemed to ask. 

but he didn’t. he stared at the floor like it might open up and swallow him.

coach let out a tight breath through his nose. “lee felix, i’ve never had to ask you twice. you’ve trained through sprains, migraines, stomach bugs—and now you’re telling me you can’t manage five minutes with the student who’s been your equal since day one?”

felix didn’t move.

your coach’s voice cooled. “maybe i should stop wasting time. if she’s ready, and you’re not, then maybe the decision’s already made.”

you straightened, taken aback.

he was serious.

your heart jumped—because the spot was right there, within reach.

but it felt… wrong. like someone handing you a gold medal after you’d tripped halfway through the race.

you took a step forward. “sir, i’d prefer if this was fair,” you said quietly, tightly. “i don’t want the slot just because he won’t step in. i’m willing to do the match right now.”

the coach looked between the two of you. “it’s no good if only one of you is. i’ll find another way to make the call.”

he turned and walked off, footsteps sharp on the mats.

you were left standing beside felix, still gripping your duffel, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from frustration. from how fast he’d shut it down. from the fact that he hadn’t even looked at you.

you turned to him. “what was that?”

he didn’t answer.

“felix.”

still nothing.

so you pushed him.

not hard—but enough to make his shoulder swing back. enough to demand a reaction. 

“what the hell is going on with you?” you asked, voice low and furious. “you could’ve at least tried. you didn’t even try.”

his mouth opened, then closed. he looked away. and that’s when the edge of your anger faltered—just a little. because he looked off. not tired. not pissed. just… like something inside him had short-circuited.

“are you sick?” you asked, eyes narrowing. “did you pull something? what’s going on?”

he shook his head slowly. “no.”

“then what is it?” your voice dropped, a thread of confusion laced through your frustration now. “you never talk back to the coach. so why now?”

“i couldn’t make him do something i didn’t want to do,” felix said, voice low but steady.

you blinked, hard. “i thought you’d take it,” you went on, the words coming faster now, all the confusion folding in on itself. “haven’t we always talked about this? since we were kids? that one day we’d face off for real? no bracket rules, no holding back?”

silence.

“and now we get that chance, and suddenly you’re… what, backing out because you don’t feel like it?”

his head finally lifted.

and this time, when he met your gaze, there was something fractured in his eyes. something like guilt.

“that’s the problem,” he said.

you blinked. “what?”

he exhaled, like the words were fighting their way out.

“that’s the problem, y/n. i can’t go against you.”

your breath caught.

he didn’t say it like a choice. he said it like a confession. like it physically hurt to even consider it.

you blinked. “what—what do you mean you can’t?”

“i mean i can’t step onto that mat and treat you like—like just another opponent.”

you stared at him, stunned. “so… what, you think i’m too soft? too weak? you think you’ll hurt me?”

he went silent. just stood there, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

that was louder than any answer he could’ve given you.

you stepped back, chest tightening.

you’d always known people would see you that way. you’d 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 couldn’t 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.

“i can’t believe you,” you said, quietly at first.

felix’s brows drew together. “y/n—”

“no.” you shook your head, backing up another step. 

“i wasn’t trying to make you feel—”

“like what?” you snapped. “ like i’m only strong when i’m not standing across from you?”

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.

“well,” you said, voice tight. “i hope you have a great time at the showcase.”

felix blinked, eyes narrowing.

“coach is going to end up picking you anyway. let’s not pretend this is still a decision.” he opened his mouth, but you cut him off before he could say a word. “so thanks for at least giving me a chance,”

you turned on your heel, your shoes squeaking faintly on the mat.

“y/n—” he called, stepping after you. “wait—let me walk you home.”

you froze with your hand on the door. “right. because i can’t even handle the sidewalk alone now, right? because that’d be too dangerous for someone like me?”

“that’s not what i meant,” he said, quickly. “i just—”

“i’m fine, felix,” you bit out. “i’ve always been fine.”

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 you’d even thought today could end differently.

your ankle ached with each step, a dull throb from sparring earlier, but you didn’t slow down. you didn’t want to give yourself time to think. not yet.

the sidewalk curved near the intersection—past the convenience store, a shuttered nail salon, and a tiny karaoke bar squished between two office buildings. the place you’d 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 wouldn’t have looked twice, except—

he turned slightly when you passed. like he heard your footsteps and recognized them.

and then he said your name.

“y/n?”

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. “sorry, do i know—”

“minjae,” he said, giving you a small, unreadable smile. “you probably don’t remember me.”

but you did. sort of.

you’d 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 didn’t know much about him—just that one day, he was gone.

no warning. no goodbye.

and no one talked about it.

you’d asked once, and someone said, “he had issues.” 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.

“didn’t think you’d be walking alone,” he said. “not after hours.”

“i’m not far,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual. “i live close.”

he nodded like he already knew that.

“i can walk you,” he offered. “if that’s okay.”

you hesitated.

everything in your gut told you to say no. but something about the way he said it—like he expected you to agree, like he was giving you permission to feel safe—froze your voice in your throat.

“…sure,” you said. “if you want.”

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 usual—like the world had ducked out early, leaving you behind.

“so you’re still with the academy?” he asked, his voice easy. too easy.

you nodded. “yeah. still training.”

“and felix?” he asked, his gaze flicking sideways.

you paused for half a breath. “he’s good.”

minjae hummed. “still coach’s favorite?”

you didn’t answer.

“thought so,” he muttered. “guess nothing’s changed.”

you tried to shift the conversation. “what about you? where do you train now?”

he didn’t answer right away.

then: “i don’t.”

you looked at him. “oh?”

“yea, your dojang was the last one i went to. i got kicked out,” 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. “really?”

“mhm. put some kid in a coma.”

your blood ran cold.

“he didn't tap out,” he said. “at least not fast enough. or maybe i couldn’t stop. it’s kind of a blur.”

you stopped walking.

he didn’t.

he took another slow step toward you, and when he noticed you’d fallen behind, he turned—still smiling.

“you didn’t hear that part, huh?” 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.

“i’ve seen you walk home, you know,” he murmured. “after training. you always think no one’s watching.”

your blood ran cold.

“but you’ve always got felix on your tail,” he added with a crooked grin.

your jaw clenched. “you’ve been watching us?”

he smiled wider. “not always. just… when it felt right.” 

your fingers itched to move, to reach for your bag, your phone, something—but your feet still hadn’t moved. you didn’t want to provoke him. didn’t want to show fear. but your heart was thudding against your ribs so hard it felt like it might crack through.

“i mean, i get it,” he continued, ignoring you completely. “obviously, felix has to make sure no one gets too close, right? can’t have anyone messing up his little golden girl. not when he’s the only one who gets to keep you all polished up.” he mimicked the voice mockingly, then took another step toward you. 

“i think you should back up,” 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 narrow—tight enough that it felt like a trap. and he knew it. 

panic flared sharp in your chest—but 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 face—knuckles 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 ribs—but he recovered too fast.

he lunged, grabbed the front of your jacket, and shoved you again. your head hit the wall this time,.

“bitch,” he spat, eyes dark, wild. “you think you can fight me? you think that fancy footwork means anything out here?”

you tried to move—tried to dodge—but he was heavier, and faster than you expected in that moment. all that training, all that discipline, and it still didn’t 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 didn’t realize what he was grabbing for—until 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 chest—but 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 arm—sharp, white-hot, paralyzing for a second. you gasped, as you crumpled slightly, the impact stealing your breath.

debris rained down—bits of plaster and grit stinging your face.

“shit,” minjae muttered, stumbling slightly.

you barely had time to blink before his arm went up again.

but he didn’t get the chance.

because something ripped him off you.

he was yanked backward so hard, he stumbled—crashed into the opposite wall. and then fists.

fists everywhere.

not wild like minjae’s. 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 spun—one fluid motion, clean and fast—and landed a roundhouse kick to the side of his face so hard it echoed down the alley.

minjae’s body dropped like dead weight—slammed to the pavement, dazed, bleeding, barely able to move.

but felix didn’t stop.

he grabbed the front of minjae’s hoodie, dragged him halfway up, and punched—a sickening thud of knuckles on bone.

“you’re mental,” felix spat, voice shaking with fury. “you’re absolutely fucking mental—what the hell is wrong with you?”

another hit.

“you psycho piece of shit—”

another.

minjae gasped something. a plea, maybe. slurred and broken. but felix didn’t hear it.

or maybe he did, and he didn’t 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.

you’d never seen him like this.

you didn’t know anyone could look like this.

minjae was barely conscious now—his body limp in felix’s grip, blood dripping from his nose, lip split, one eye already swelling shut. 

“felix,” you croaked.

he didn’t move.

“felix,” you said again, louder this time—your voice breaking.

still nothing. his jaw was locked, his body coiled, eyes wild and fixed on minjae like he hadn’t 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.

“lixie,” you shouted, panic rising in your chest now. “stop! you have to stop—he’s done, you’ll get in trouble—”

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.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he barked. “you shouldn’t even be—don’t touch me right now,”

his hands twitched at his sides, fists still clenched.

you felt him shudder.

his eyes darted down, finally seeing you—really seeing you— the dust on your face, the way your arm was wrapped around your shoulder like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

and that’s when minjae started to crawl.

slow.

stumbling. bloody. but not unconscious.

felix moved like he was going to lunge again—but you caught his wrist.

“don’t.” you said softly.

you then looked at minjae dead in the eye—every nerve in your body on fire.

“leave,” you said. “now.”

his jaw clenched like he wanted to say something—wanted to blame, defend, spit—but nothing came out. just a nod. slow. he stumbled to his feet, swayed, and started limping down the alley without a word.

and he didn’t 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 glass—fast, 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 carefully—like he was afraid if he touched too hard, you’d shatter.

“i’ve got you. you’re okay,” he murmured, breath still coming fast.

your head dropped to his shoulder, dizzy, lightheaded, but finally still. you could feel his heartbeat through his hoodie—racing, unsteady.

he opened his mouth to speak—

“stop,” you whispered.

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “y/n—”

“no,” you said, weak but clear. “you’re gonna say ‘i told you so.’ you’re gonna say, ‘i told you not to come out here alone.’”

you felt his jaw shift where your forehead rested against him.

but he didn’t say that.

“i was so scared,” he murmured, voice barely above a breath. “i thought—” he broke off, his breath catching. “when i turned the corner, and i saw him over you—”

you felt his grip tighten, just slightly. not enough to hurt. just enough to make sure you felt it.

“i thought i was too late.”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, your cheek brushing his as you moved.

your voice was quieter now. “now you really think i’m weak.”

his eyes snapped to yours—wide, startled, like you’d just said the most backwards thing he’d ever heard.

“no,” he said immediately. “god—no.”

you looked away. “you saw what happened. you saw what i let him—”

“i know you fought,” he said, cutting you off, voice firm now.

he cupped your jaw gently, guiding your gaze back to him.

“i’ve never thought you were weak.”

you blinked, throat burning.

“not once.”

“then why—” you started, voice raw.

but you didn’t 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 breaking—like he’d been holding it back for too long and couldn’t keep it down another second. it wasn’t perfect. it was messy and trembling and full of all the things he couldn’t say.

and for a second, you froze.

caught between pain and shock and the wild, spinning realization that he was kissing you.

then—

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 didn’t feel broken.

you felt wanted.

felix pulled away first, barely—his 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, “come over.”

he blinked, just enough space between you now to see the confusion flicker in his eyes.

you swallowed. “to my place. so we can get cleaned up.”

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. 

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 away—out of town for the weekend—so 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 skin—spreading 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 you—eyes flicking quickly to your shoulder, then back to your face.

and he looked like he’d just been punched again.

you crossed the room slowly and sat down beside him.

“i cleaned it up a bit,” you said, voice low. “disinfected it, but… i’ll go to a clinic in the morning. just to be safe.”

felix didn’t respond right away.

he was staring down at your hands now—resting in your lap, still faintly trembling. his own were curled together, clenched so tightly his bandaged knuckles had gone pale.

“felix,” 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 wouldn’t 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.

“it’s okay,” you said softly. “it could’ve been much worse.”

his shoulders slumped at your words, like the weight of what didn’t happen was finally crashing down on him. he let out a shaky breath, and your heart ached just watching him unravel—still 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 didn’t know how to stop once he started.

“i’ve wanted you,” he whispered against your lips. “for so long.”

you smiled into the kiss, brushing your nose against his. “me too, felix.”

you kissed him again, a little deeper this time, and he breathed out like he’d been holding it in for years.

“you deserve everything,” he murmured between kisses, his forehead pressed to yours. “every chance, every opportunity. you were always so strong, always learned so quick.”

you stilled.

the words landed quietly in your chest, like a gentle weight settling where doubt used to live.

“you’re not weak.” he added. “i just… i couldn’t go against you because…”

he swallowed, voice barely a breath now.

“if i saw you as an opponent… then maybe i could’ve done it,” he said. “maybe i could’ve stepped on that mat and said yes.”

he looked at you then—really looked. eyes shining with something that had nothing to do with tears now. something heavier. deeper.

“even if i saw you as a friend i could have done it. but i don’t see you that way, y/n.”

your heart beat once—loud.

his voice dropped, low and unguarded. “i 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.”

his hand found your knee, tentative but deliberate, fingers curling slightly like he wasn’t sure how far you’d let him go.

“i want to kiss you ‘til you forget what it felt like to be scared,” he said. “i want to feel you underneath me, all of you, every part—because i’ve never wanted anyone like this. not once.”

your breath caught.

“i couldn’t do it, not because i think you’re incapable,” felix continued, his voice rough with something barely held back. “but because i love you.”

he didn’t flinch when he said it—didn’t stammer, didn’t hide. just looked at you like he’d 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.

“i think i’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen,” he whispered. “and i just… kept hoping you’d figure it out first. because i didn’t want to lose what we had. i didn’t want to screw it up.”

you blinked hard. once. twice. the tears were already gathering. your throat felt tight.

“i didn’t know,” you said, voice cracking, small and trembling. “i mean—i think i did. i just didn’t want to ruin it either. i didn’t want to be wrong.”

felix exhaled—relieved, pained, everything at once.

“i love you too,” you said, barely above a whisper. “god, i think i always have.”

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 couldn’t 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 he’d 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, “you can have me.”

felix didn’t speak. he didn’t 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 hadn’t expected it to be like this—every kiss landing like a jolt straight down your spine, your hips shifting without thinking, seeking friction that wasn’t there yet.

and he noticed.

he pulled back a little, breathing hard, lips pink and swollen, eyes searching yours. his gaze dropped—slow, deliberate—and 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 body—loose cami thin against your chest, nipples stiffening beneath the fabric, your thighs bare where you’d 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 he’d ever laid eyes on.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

your breath caught.

he touched the hem of your top gently, then looked up at you again. “have you ever done this before?”

you opened your mouth to speak—but no words came out at first.

instead, you shook your head once, slow. “not very much.”

you remembered his story. he’d hooked up with someone in his last year in highschool. you didn’t ask for details back then because it hadn’t been your business.

felix’s 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.

“i’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered. “don’t worry.”

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 wasn’t on you. your thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to chase that pressure again.

felix noticed. he always noticed.

he leaned down and kissed you once—slowly, a kiss that lingered at the edges of your mouth like he didn’t 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. “can i take these off?”

he gestured to your shorts.

you nodded, heart pounding.

his hands were steady as he slid them down—past your hips, your thighs—until 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 legs—hot and wet now, your core aching with anticipation. 

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 now—thin, 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 core—hot 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.

“mmm.” his eyes fluttered shut for a second. “you’re soaked,”

his fingers slid up the inside of your thighs again, brushing the elastic edges of your panties, then tracing along the drenched fabric—one stroke, featherlight, straight over your slit. your back arched instinctively, a gasp catching in your throat.

felix looked up at you again, eyes dark.

“yes,” you breathed. “please.”

his fingers curled around the sides of your panties and began to pull them down—inch 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 he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

“fuck,” he whispered, blinking slowly, almost dazed. “look at you…”

you flushed under the weight of his gaze, instinctively starting to move your legs to close—but his hands came up immediately, pressing gently on your thighs to keep them open.

“no. let me see you,” he said, his voice low and thick. “you’re perfect. so fucking perfect.”

his fingers ghosted back up your thighs, then parted you gently, and his breath hitched again.

“you’re dripping,” he said, almost to himself.

and then he leaned in.

he kissed your pussy—lips plush against your folds, his tongue just barely tasting at first. you gasped at the contact, your hips jerking, thighs tensing under his hands—but he moaned in response, hands tightening just enough to keep you steady.

“oh my god, felix—”

he didn’t answer. he didn’t 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 it—like the taste of you and the feeling of your fingers pulling at his scalp were driving him insane.

felix’s tongue was still moving, slow and insistent, when he suddenly paused—pulling back just enough to lift his face from between your thighs, his mouth slick with your arousal, lips parted, chest rising fast.

“you okay?” 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.

“yes,” you whispered. “i’m good—i’m… so good.” your voice wavered slightly, thick with need, but the truth burned behind every word. “i’ve wanted this for so long, felix.”

his eyes lit up—hungry, molten, tender.

“yeah?” he murmured. “been thinking about me down here?”

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 deeper—his nose pressing tight against your mound, his tongue flat and wide as he licked straight up through your folds, deep and slow and relentless.

“ah, fuck—!” you cried out, hips lifting again.

and then—he 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.

“felix—”

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 circles—each 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 didn’t 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 again—shook 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 felix’s name buried in your throat—was back. but this time, it wasn’t your imagination. it wasn’t 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.

“felix—” you panted, voice breaking, hips arching, “i'm gonna— i'm so close—”

so he didn’t speak. he didn’t risk it.

because if he said a word, if he so much as whispered your name, you’d 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 strokes—soothing in contrast to the ferocity of his mouth.

you sobbed—high, strangled.

your fingers clutched his hair like a lifeline, but you didn’t pull. you couldn’t. 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 spent—

only then did he lift his head.

his lips were swollen, slick with you, chin wet, cheeks flushed. he looked at you like he’d 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 they’d once locked around his head. you felt wrecked—completely, thoroughly undone.

but when he leaned back in—his tongue sliding gently over your folds again, licking up the mess he’d made—you 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 didn’t 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 clit—just 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 this—his face flushed, his hair mussed where your hands had tangled in it, his mouth swollen.

“you were so good,” he said in awe. “so good for me.”

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. “felix…”

his brow furrowed gently, and he dipped lower, brushing his nose against yours. “yeah?”

you swallowed. your legs shifted beneath him, and the motion dragged your thigh against something hard.

oh.

he was hard—so hard, so ready, the press of him against your hip hot and solid and impossible to ignore.

and you wanted it. desperately.

“i want you,” you breathed.

his eyes darkened instantly. his jaw clenched. “yeah?”

you nodded, slow and steady, heart pounding all over again. “i want you inside of me.”

he exhaled like he’d been holding it in for hours. his hips rocked against you once—barely controlled—and you felt the full length of him, thick and pulsing, pressed against your thigh through his boxers.

“you sure?” he asked, voice husky. 

“i’m sure,” you whispered. “i want it. i want you.”

he leaned in and kissed you again—slower 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.

“you can do it.” he murmured,

but then you followed his gaze—down 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 slowly—your hands moved.

he didn't flinch when your fingers found the waistband of his sweats, didn’t stop you when you pushed them down inch by inch, the elastic dragging low over his hips, revealing skin, then more, then—

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 perfect—desperately hard and twitching in your palm before you’d 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 shaft—his whole body jolting like he’d been electrocuted, breath catching sharp in his chest.

then—like he was pulling himself out of a trance—he 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 pocket—a small foil packet.

you stopped him.

your hand curled around his wrist, gentle.

“it’s okay,” you said softly.

his eyes locked on yours. “y/n—”

“i’m on the pill,” you murmured. “i trust you.”

his lips parted. for a second, he didn’t speak—just stared at you like you’d 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 again—wild, tender, reverent.

“are you sure?” 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. “i’ve never been more sure.”

he inhaled sharply—and let it out in a broken moan. not quiet. not restrained. just raw, honest sound spilling from somewhere deep inside him.

“okay,” he breathed. “okay. then you go for it, baby.”

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. “what?”

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.

“you take me,” he said. “however slow you need. however deep you want. you do it.”

and he meant it. his voice didn’t shake this time. his gaze didn’t falter. he wanted you to be in control. even now—especially 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 him—heavy 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 again—guttural this time, a sound pulled from deep in his chest.

“god, you feel so warm already,”

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 that—eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

you gasped, and he stilled.

“you good?” he whispered.

you nodded—bit 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. 

and he groaned—low and long, head dropping to your shoulder as his arms tensed beside you.

“oh my goodness, y/n—”

you were so wet, so tight, every inch of him dragging against nerves you hadn’t 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 didn’t know how to handle it all.

“you’re doing so good,” he breathed, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your temple. “so fucking good—keep going, baby, if you can.”

you braced your hands against his shoulders, breath shallow, thighs trembling. the last stretch was the hardest—your 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 upward—one 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 still—barely—like one more twitch would break the world in half.

“y/n,” he choked out, voice guttural. “you’re so tight, baby, so tight—i can barely—” 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. “it’s okay,” you whispered. “you can move. please—move.”

his eyes snapped open. he searched your face, breath still ragged, and nodded slowly.

then he pulled out—just an inch, then another—and 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 didn’t want to let go.

felix whispered. “i can slow down.”

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.

“faster, you can go faster,” you gasped.

he obeyed.

his pace quickened, still careful but less restrained now—his 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 bodies—flesh on flesh, breathless cries, the obscene, soaking drag of his cock through your tight cunt.

“fuck,” he growled. “this pussy is taking me so good, like it was made for me.”

your head tipped back, a fresh moan spilling from your lips. “it was—”

his hips stuttered.

something flickered across his face then—darker, hungrier.

“you don’t even know what you do to me,” he murmured. “you think i haven’t thought about this? all those nights jerking off with your name in my throat.”

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 you—slow now, deeper, grinding into you with each roll of his hips.

“you’re letting me ruin you,” he whispered. “god, you’re so wet for it.”

you moaned—high, trembling, helpless. “i love you—”

his rhythm faltered, but only for a second.

“say it again,” he demanded, voice thick.

“i love you,” you sobbed, clinging to him as your body started to coil again, pressure building low and hot and desperate. “i love you, felix, please don’t stop—”

he didn’t.

he fucked you harder now—not rough—but deep, fast, each thrust grinding right into your tightest spot, your pussy clenching around him like you couldn’t 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. "felix—!"

this wasn’t the soft spread of orgasm he’d 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.

“give it to me, y/n,” he growled, voice raw and low in your ear. “come on. i know that look—you’re right there. like when you break that last board—focus. let go. fucking give it to me.”

you couldn’t hold back.

it slammed into you—fast, sharp, blinding—your 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.

“fuck, baby—oh my god—”

he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop working your clit, didn’t stop fucking that spot, chasing every last drop of that orgasm.

your breath was ragged, your voice barely there, but the words came anyway—raw, open, needy.

“come inside me, felix,” you whispered, your nails dragging lightly down his back. “i want to feel it. i want all of you.”

he growled—actually growled—a sound ripped from deep in his chest, something dark and unfiltered and desperate.

“you want my cum, baby?” he panted, hand sliding down to grip your thigh, holding you wide open beneath him. “you want me to ruin you for everyone else?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, felix, please—do it, come inside me—”

that broke him.

he fucked into you hard—once, twice, three more brutal strokes—and 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 couldn’t bear to leave just yet.

you were dazed.

and when you blinked up at him—his hair sweat-damp and wild, his chest rising fast, his eyes fixed on you like you were everything—he smiled, slow and aching.

“my girl,” 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. “i love you.”

the words cracked something wide open in you.

you reached up, threading your fingers into his hair, pulling him back down into a kiss—lips barely moving because you didn’t have the strength to make it anything more. but it said enough.

you pulled back, breath caught, eyes wide and glassy.

“i love you too, felix.” you touched his cheek. “stay over?”

his answer came without hesitation.

he nodded.

then pressed another kiss to your lips—brief, tender—before slowly, carefully pulling out. you winced slightly, and he soothed you immediately, whispering quiet things under his breath.

“sorry, baby, i got you, just relax.”

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 hard—sweat 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 wasn’t backing down.

and neither were you.

a front kick met your side—hard 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 leg—not 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 that’s when he moved in.

one clean motion. a grappling combo you’d seen before—but 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. 

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.

“good match,” he murmured.

you pushed up slowly, breath still shallow, shoulder aching just a bit where the blow had landed. but you couldn’t help the half-smile that pulled at your lips.

coach stepped forward from the sideline. “nice takedown, felix.”

you huffed a short laugh. “finally,” 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, “that’s the only one you’ve taken so far.”

felix scratched the back of his neck. “yeah, well. i’m pacing myself.”

you chuckled and reached out, smacking his arm lightly. “i let you have that one.”

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:

“i’ve made my decision.”

your heart jumped into your throat. felix straightened beside you, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead.

the coach looked at you. “y/n.”

there was a pause.

“sir…?”

coach nodded. “you’ve been consistent. adaptable. fast. you held your ground every time. you’ve proved yourself.”

“i was holding back in the others,” felix said quickly. “can we have one more match?”

the coach didn’t soften. “you gave your best in that last one. and so did she. decision’s final.”

felix didn’t 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.

“i’m not gonna lie and say i’m not crushed,” he said, laughing under his breath. “because i am.”

your lips curled into a smile.

“but,” he added, eyes locked on yours, “i’m also really fucking proud of you.”

your throat was tight, but the smile pulled at your face anyway, a little shaky. you turned to the coach and bowed.

“thank you, sir. really.”

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. “felix!”

he laughed, that full-throated, breathless sound you hadn’t 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. “what?”

“nothing,” coach said, too quickly, a smile tugging at his lips. “just… you two make a good team.”

your eyes narrowed. “no, what was that look?”

“look?” 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. “sir—”

“good work today,” he said, backing off. “see you both tomorrow.”

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. “god.”

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 they’d just mainlined sugar.

he looked back at you, mischief blooming across his face. his hand still held yours.

and then—without warning—he 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 you—

click.

he had you against the wall.

your belt hit the floor.