Request: Can you do one where Felix or Pan (preferably Felix) walks in on y/n touching themselves to them
**I will write a similar part for Pan as well
Ah, the second in command. Someone that stole the hearts of the Lost Boys, he tended to them, looked after them. He was everyone's rock, even mine. I’ve been telling myself for months now that that’s the reason I’ve been hanging around him so much, but I think everyone knew that wasn’t the truth.
Once again our eyes lock from across the camp, his sharp feature lit up by the golden glow of the roaring campfire as a smirk played on his lips. The feeling was more than words could describe. My heartbeat was so loud it filled my skull, I was sure other people could hear it too. I’m still not entirely sure if it’s the fire making my face warm or if it was Felix, the butterfly’s that flittered around in my stomach made me think the latter was correct.
My eyes wondered over his frame, as they often do, following every curve and angle of his face. Fixating of that scar running down his face, it had always caught my eye before. I liked it more than I should. It gave him a sense of danger, which made my heart rate quicken. Most of his body was covered up with his cloak, there was no way to tell what the boy's figure was like. Oh, but the things I would do to see what’s underneath.
It will come as a no surprise that it's something I often think about when I’m alone in my tent. Breath heavy and filling the room, rubbing my thighs together. The thought of his hands roaming over my curves made heat spread through my body and a sigh slip past my lips.
His name falling out of my mouth, like we were meant to fit together.
With my back arched I couldn’t help let my hands wonder to the place I needed them the most. Soft moans slipped from my lips, getting mixed in with the calling of his name.
A low and deep chuckle filled the room. I could practically hear the smirk that was on his face. Before I had time to process what was happening, slender fingers wrapped themselves around my ankles, pulling me down so that the second in command was now in my view.
Tongue sliding across his lips caused my body to shiver. There I was, completely vulnerable, begging for him.
And now here we were, sweaty, my hair surly a mess. Staring at each other across the campfire as he smirks at me. Forcing me to remember all the fun we just had alone in my tent., like I silent promise it won't be the last time.
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