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