this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.
being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.
whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.
🏔️: More than anything, I want to tell you this. I want everyone listening right now to know that you already matter. You're already enough. You're so precious just as you are, and I hope you don't let other people's words get to you. You're already worthy. Don't let yourself be swayed by what others say. You're here, you're alive, you're breathing, and we're sharing this moment together. To me, that's something incredibly precious. So even if you get hurt, or life knocks you around sometimes, it's okay.
It'll pass. Everything passes. The good times pass, and the hard times pass too. Nothing lasts forever. The people who judge you or speak badly about you simply haven't learned how to love yet. Maybe all they need is someone to show them how.
So hold your head high. Walk with confidence. And if there are people who spend their time criticizing you, people who go out of their way just to tear someone else down then, if you can, feel compassion for them. If you have it in you, show them kindness.
And if you don't, that's okay too. Just let it go, ignore them, and keep moving forward. You're going to be okay.
dex is a freak. a freak in the way that he truly wants to see touch and taste every single part of you, disregarding whether or not you think its "gross".
he steals your used panties to jerk off. he wraps the frilly fabric around his cock and pumps until his skin is red and raw, and sniffs the gusset of the panties, right where your puffy pussy lips sit. he sniffs and lets himself get dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
he would (and does) lick and kiss the sweat off of your skin when you come home from the gym, pawing at your tits through your workout set and not taking a second to listen to your whining about how disgusting he is. "m'sorry- you taste so good" he muffles words against the crook of your neck, lapping the grime off of you like a dog. he gets unreasonably hard when you walk through the door smelling like that, it's like a moth to a flame.
he asks you to spit in his mouth when you're riding him, desperately wanting to feel your saliva mix with his. it makes him feel connected to you. he eagerly swallows down the warm liquid, then silently asks for more by opening his mouth wide once again and sticking his tongue out. you can never say no when he's looking at you like a kicked puppy, and when he fucks you that good.
he insists on having sex whilst you're on your period. he is obsessed with how much warmer and wetter it makes you, the sight of his shaft being covered in a mix of your slick and blood makes him cum much quicker than usual. same goes for eating you out, he's humping the bed desperately when he laps at your folds, the overwhelming taste of iron is intoxicating for him, makes him all the more eager to please you. he read that orgasms help with cramps, "i swear, baby! it's a fact!", he tells you he's only trying to make you feel better! uh huh.
he truly does not care when you groan and weakly push him off of you. he just loves you so much, he doesn't want to have any boundaries.
thinking about dex groveling on his knees after you two get in a fight.
"p-please baby, i'm sso sorry..." he hiccups, glistening tears running down his flushed face. his arms are wrapped around your legs, his knees digging into the wooden floors as he begs you to stay.
he'd come home ridiculously late again with no explanation, leaving you waiting up for the nth time. he can't tell you what he does, he's too afraid of you ditching him and finding someone better, someone who isn't fucked up like he is.
"dex--!" you roll your eyes at his unreasonably pathetic behavior. "i just told you i need some space right now" your arms are crossed, and this seems to him like you're planning to leave for good.
"we- we don't need space! i-" his voice breaks and his body wracks with sobs, his forehead dropping to your knees. he can't stand the thought of time away from you. "i'll do anything, baby--" he mumbles, sniffling as if he'll never see you again. "please don't leave," his head shakes, looking up at you with big wet pleading eyes. "i love you so much i can't- i can't los--"
his begging is cut off by your confused voice, "dex- i'm not leaving..." your eyebrows furrow softly, "baby..." your tone softens impossibly once you see he greatly misread the situation. you kneel down with him, cupping his cheeks. he leans into you, letting you hold his head up to gaze at you. "i'm not going anywhere, okay?" you reassure him gently, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.
he nods hesitantly, finally calming down. "o-okay..." he hiccups, turing into a puddle under your touch. "m'sorry" he says once again, earning a look from you.
"stop apologizing" you coo, "i'm sorry, baby" you're talking to him, and he's just gazing at you with lovesick eyes, so relived and surprised you haven't left him yet. maybe one day he'll tell you about his alter ego, but for now, he has to make sure you stay his, and he stays yours.
Daredevil | Matt Murdock x Reader | Rated: E || AO3
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s while Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.
you often visited your boyfriend's family home, and it was never unnatural to spend an evening with them. although, tonight, you can hardly focus on the movie that's playing or feel your boyfriend's hand inching up your thigh with the buzzing in your ears.
you boyfriend's father, dex, had caught you alone earlier in the hallway on your way back from the bathroom. you couldn't deny he was otherworldly handsome, so big and broad.. nothing like his son. when he whispered "you know, a girl like you can do so much better than my son," in your ear, innocent hand snaking down your arm, you completely stopped breathing. you barely heard his "he doesn't deserve you." as he walked briskly past you and down the stairs. the buzzing started then, and it was nearly impossible to shake.
it was as if dex knew, too, that he had gotten to you. that the words he spoke so softly to you earlier had snaked it's way into your head, exactly where he wanted them to be. you kept catching his eye, seeing his mouth quirk up at the corners before he'd turn and kiss his wife's temple, or squeeze her thigh. he made your mouth water, and you felt disgusted with yourself for letting your partners dad infect your thoughts so thoroughly.
suddenly, dex was lifting his throw blanket off himself and placing the entirely of it on his wife. "'m gonna get us some snacks and make us some drinks," he stated, voice husky and a soft smile pointed at you. his family was enthralled in the movie that was on, muttering and nodding while only you stared back at dex.
he was only gone a minute before you slid from the couch, mumbling something about the bathroom (and getting a noncommittal hum in response).
you stepped softly to the kitchen where you found dex pouring wine into just two glasses. he turns to you, smiling sweetly and offering the second one to you. you take it graciously, swirling it in the glass and watching your boyfriends father through your lashes as you take a sip.
"why did you say that to me?" you can't help but ask.
"say what to you, darling?" he questions, head tilting ever so slightly. you scoff in bewilderment at his audacity.
"i can do better than your son?" you inch closer to him, the two of you both leaning your sides on the counter. "he doesn't deserve me?" your head tilt matches his.
he watches you intently, carefully, as he sets his wine glass down. "i meant what i said," he states simply, "you and i both know it's true." a warm hand settles on your hip, setting you alight.
"what're you implying, mr. poindexter?" he chuckles lightly at your formality, his other hand coming to tuck your hair behind your ear. you shiver at his touch.
dex doesn't mince his next words, making the hair on the back your neck stand. "i can be better," his voice is low, rough and husky. "and you know that, yeah?" the hand on your hip pulls you closer to him while the other plucks the wine glass from your hand and sets it down. breath catching in your throat, your mouth drops open slightly. dex smiles warmly. "such a sweet girl," his thumb is resting on your bottom lip, big hand practically taking over half your face. "needs someone to show her better."
the buzz is now a roar in your ears, and it's impossible to stop yourself from standing on your tiptoes and kissing your boyfriends dad with a passion you didn't know existed within you. he's chuckling into your mouth, pulling you even closer and shoving his tongue into your mouth.
you want to pull away, you want to tell him this is wrong, you want to push him away and call him disgusting and a freak.
except you know he's right, you know how much better you need, you crave. his big, hot body pressed against yours is exactly what you've been needing for a long, long time.
he's hardly able to hold on to his own control, pressing your lower half harshly into the counter and grinding his already hard cock against you, making you whine into his mouth. he groans, effortlessly lifting your ass onto the counter and undoing the button of your jeans. "dex," you breathe, the only half-protest you can manage. "they could come in at any time," he bites your earlobe, making you squeal.
your warning falls on deaf ears as he pulls your bottoms down and suddenly he's circling your clit with his thumb. "then we'll be quick," he groans at your wetness, that's all for him and him alone. "and you'll be good, hm?" his hum vibrates your neck where his mouth leaves hot, wet kisses. "be quiet." is all he says as he pushes your soaked panties aside and shoves two fingers inside you. you're throwing your head back, tasting the coppery taste of your own blood as you bite down hard on your tongue.
you can't think, you can barely breathe as dex fingers you with his wife and your boyfriend just rooms, steps away. "been cravin' this for awhile, sweetheart," he breathes into your mouth. "such a pretty girl, too sweet for your own good," dex is completely lost in you, and you him. the heat is building in your core, you're rutting yourself against his fingers to bring you closer to the edge. "mhm, like that, baby," he hums "you can cum for me, yeah?" he nestles into your neck, and it barely takes you any more time before your body pulls taut and you're gasping, his big hand slapping over your mouth. "good girl," he praises, slowly removing his fingers from you.
your head is still thrown back, brows pulled together as you attempt to make sense of what just happened. it hardly matters though, because without warning dex is pushing his cock into you and biting into your shoulder as he groans. "fuck," he breathes, pressing his hand harder against your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans further. your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders and your nails carve half moons into his skin. "feel s' good, baby," he's barely audible, free hand gripping your waist tightly as he fucks you, deep and hard.
it doesn't take long for you to reach your peak again, trembling against dex and holding onto him for dear life. you adjust yourself on him, wrapping both legs around him and giving him access to a better angle. your orgasm crashes into you suddenly, vision white and hearing gone, and you can feel dex throbbing in you, filling your womb.
he takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he's pulling back, smiling dopily at you, his face flushed. "did so well," he praises again, tucking your hair back. he kisses you lightly as he pulls his pants back up. dex takes you gently off the counter, pulling your own jeans back up and buttoning them for you. "go sit back down, yeah? be back out in a few," he turns back to the wine glasses, grabbing two more. you're left there, dazed and confused, legs shaking, staring at your boyfriends dads back.
shaking your head slightly, you make your way back to the living room and slide back into your boyfriends side, cunt full of his fathers cum.
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later that night your boyfriends inside you, fucking you pathetically as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine it's his father on top of you instead. you tried to be into it with him, you really did, but you couldn't help but compare every move he made, every touch of his lips and hands, to dex. that buzz was in your ears again, frustrating you as your boyfriend failed to please you. you're disassociating, in your own world imagining dex instead, when your boyfriend pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. he kisses your forehead, thanking you, before turning over and muttering 'goodnight,' leaving you to clean yourself up.
anger boils inside you, frustration deep in the pit of your stomach at his failure to get you off.
once clean again, you lay and wait for your boyfriends breathing to even out before you're throwing the covers off and silently slipping out of the room. you make your way down the hallway on silent feet, heading towards the light of the cracked office door. you push it open slowly, popping your head through the crack. dex is already looking at you, smiling with his head tilted. you push into the room, bare besides your lace bra and panties. there's a smug grin on his face now as he stands from his desk and strides over to you. "not enough, huh?" he laughs softly as he caresses your face. "i can give you more than enough," he dips his head down and pulls you into a passionate kiss, closing and locking the door behind you. dex walks you backwards to his desk, pulling away to turn you around and bend you carefully over his desk. "such a pretty girl deserves more," he mumbles against the skin of your back, big hand snaking around your waist and squeezing your breast. "will give you all you deserve, sweet girl."
while everyone else mistakes your quietness for disinterest, dex catches the tiny things - the way you lower your eyes when someone compliments you, how you linger just outside conversations before slipping away, how your voice gets softer when you’re nervous.
he secretly loves being the only person who gets to hear your real laugh. around other people it’s quiet, always hidden behind your hand, but when you’re alone with him it slips out freely. every single time it happens, he pauses for just a second, watching you with the smallest, barely noticeable smile.
“…there it is,” he murmurs.
your shyness makes you hesitant to ask for affection, which means dex learns to read you instead. he’ll notice you hovering nearby while pretending to look at something else, the tiny glances you keep stealing at him, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves. without a word, he’ll open one arm. you shuffle over almost immediately, resting against his side. “…better?” he asks. you nod into his shoulder. “mhm.”
he finds your tendency to hide behind him endearing. crowded streets, loud environments, unfamiliar people - you’ll unconsciously drift until you’re standing just behind his shoulder. after a while, he starts shifting slightly to make room without even thinking about it.
because you’re so reserved, every little sign of affection from you means everything to him. if you reach for his hand first, if you lean your head on his shoulder without being prompted, if you quietly mumble, “I missed you,” when he comes home - it stays with him for days. he doesn’t react in the moment, but later that night he’ll pull you just a little closer while the two of you lie in bed, silently replaying those moments in his mind.
your shyness means you’re constantly apologizing for taking up space. dex hates it. every time you murmur, “sorry,” for something insignificant, he gently interrupts. “don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” eventually he starts placing a finger beneath your chin whenever you apologize unnecessarily, making you look at him until you smile instead.
dex has spent most of his life hiding every genuine emotion he has. you wear yours all over your face without realizing it. he knows exactly when you’re excited because your eyes brighten before you even smile. he knows when you’re anxious because you start twisting your rings. he knows when you’re trying not to cry because your lips press together just a little tighter.
“I can hear you thinking.” he says.
“…how do you know?”
“because I know you.”
one of the first things dex notices is that you instinctively make yourself smaller. when a waiter accidentally gets your order wrong, you smile and say it’s fine. when someone interrupts you, you simply stop talking. it bothers him more than he’d ever admit. after watching it happen one too many times, he starts speaking before you can. “she ordered the tea, not coffee.” his voice is calm, almost detached.
you glance up at him, surprised. afterward, you mumble, "dex, you didn’t have to.”
he looks at you for a second. “I wanted to.”
he loves when you hide your face in his chest after he compliments you. at first he thinks you’re embarrassed. then he realizes you’re smiling too much to look at him. from then on, he starts whispering compliments just to feel you curl into him. “you’re beautiful.” you let out the tiniest groan, face disappearing into his jacket. he rests his chin on your head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
there are times when your quiet nature worries him. after everything he’s experienced, silence can make his thoughts spiral. if you spend too long lost in your own head, he’ll glance over more often than he’d like to admit. “you okay?” he’ll ask. every single time you smile softly and answer, “just thinking.” only then does the tension leave his shoulders.
he never tries to change your personality. if anything, he protects it. he knows the world constantly expects louder, bolder people, but he likes that you’re soft. likes that your words are carefully chosen instead of rushed. likes that your kindness isn’t performative. one night, when you apologize for “being too quiet,” he looks at you for a long moment before gently taking your hand. his fingers intertwine with yours. “it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
you’re soft in every way he isn’t. where his voice is blunt, yours is hesitant. where his gaze is intense, yours is quick to drop. when strangers make eye contact, you smile politely. dex studies them until they look away first. the funny part is that you balance each other perfectly. people approach you because you seem approachable. they leave you alone because they eventually notice who’s standing beside you.
“Who was that?” Dex closes the bedroom door behind him with a click. The sound cuts through the silence of your shared apartment, except for your frantic breathing and the shuffling sound in the closet.
“No one.” You say quickly, pressing your back against the closet doors, handles biting into your skin through the thin fabric, but it feels like nothing compared to the pounding heart beneath your ribs.
You didn’t expect Dex to come home this early. He said he had to run an errand two towns over. And by “running errands,” it could vary from raiding an AVTF base to whatever the hell Mr. Charles assigned him to. You never know. The moment you heard the lock turn, you practically shoved the mysterious someone inside that cramped space.
Straightening up, you push off from the wood to block his view. The familiar scent of soap and rain clinging to his suit envelops you. “You’re home early. How’s-”
“Baby. Who was that?” Dex cuts you off mid-sentence, his voice low, bordering on threatening instead of affectionate. His gaze stays fixed on the creaking doors, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Did you invite someone over?”
“No,” you snort, though it sounds like you’re bluffing. “Don’t be silly, sweetie. C’mere. Let me help you get out of these.”
Your hands reach for his gear straps, but he pulls back. His head cocks to the side, eyes piercing into yours.
“Don’t change the subject.” His voice leaves no room for argument. “Tell me, who are you hiding?”
The rustling sound doesn’t stop, which only complicates the situation. Before another excuse leaves your lips, Dex sidesteps around you and heads straight for the doors. His fingers brush the knife strapped across his chest as his eyes sweep the room for anything else he can use.
Then again, anything can become a weapon between those calloused fingers.
“Ooof!”
Time seems to freeze after he yanks the door open, realization slowly dawning over him.
The puppy swings his tail from left to right, tongue hanging out, floppy ears jiggling with the movements. He looks up at Dex with wide, bright eyes, like the man hung the moon.
You huff a small, awkward laugh. “Surprise!” The fluff ball chimes in with another joyful bark.
“This is who- what you’re hiding? Jesus- I thought-”
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t know how to tell you,” you explain, kneeling on the floor when the fluffy little thing waddles towards you, mud dragging along his path. “I found him on the street. It was raining hard, and there was no one around. He looked so sad, Dex. I couldn’t leave him there.”
As you scratch underneath his floppy ear, your voice shoots up three octaves. Baby talk activated. “Yeah, you like that, don’t cha? You like that, huh? Who’s my good boy? Yeah, you are. You’re my good boy.”
The sight of you beaming and the little dirt ball nuzzling into your hand drains all the fight out of Dex. He stares at the messy trail like a stubborn stain that refuses to fade after the third wash on his favorite shirt, the corner of his mouth twitches.
Then the whelp yaps again, pulling Dex back into reality. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” You scoop the cotton ball into your arms, muddy paws and all.
“It can’t stay.”
“Why not?”
“It was living on the street. You don’t know where it’s been.”
“Okay. Not anymore.” The little guy licks your cheek, agreeing with you. “Aww. Look at him, Dex.”
“I am looking at it.”
“And?”
“It appears to be a dog.” You blink at him. “And?”
“Dogs are loud, sweetheart. They shed. They smell weird.”
You gasp softly, offended on the pup’s behalf, then tilt your head to whisper in his ear. “He didn’t mean it like that, cutie pie. Don’t listen to him. Dex’s just being silly. He’s so silly, don’t he?”
Oblivious to the insults, the fuzzy ball gives another yip and licks your cheek again.
Dex can only sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose, contemplating how this ten-pound bundle of wet fur and oversized paws is somehow gonna fit into his your squeaky-clean apartment without him going insane.
And that’s how you end up in the bathroom at 11 pm, scrubbing brown smudges out of the sheets because someone let a stray baby roll around on the bed before Dex got home. According to your man, “that's your accomplice.”
Oh, and the muddy potato? He’s staying, obviously.
Synopsis: Felix, your sweet golden retriever boyfriend, has always been gentle with you, slow-paced, patient. But once he's certain you're ready, he finally loosens the reins on his restraint.
-or: Felix eats you out until your brain is nothing but mush and you've made a mess of his face.
Details: Felix x fem!reader, fluff, smut- cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, forced orgasm (sort of), squirting, thigh kink (?), love bites, hickeys, Felix cums in his pants. wc: 5.1k
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The room went quiet as soon as the question had left Jisung's lips.
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Felix have done in bed?"
In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.
However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.
In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.
You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.
What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.
Oh, he had no idea.
You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."
You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.
Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."
He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.
Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.
You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.
When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.
"Yes?"
You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.
"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."
He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.
"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."
He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.
You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.
And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.
"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."
He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.
You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.
You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.
"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.
You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"
You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.
He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.
"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.
You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.
"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.
"...Yes."
"Do you still mean it?"
You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.
"Yes, I still mean it."
He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"
You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."
He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.
Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"
He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.
Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.
Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.
He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.
You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.
"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."
"But do you want me to?"
You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."
Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.
He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"
His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.
His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."
His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.
"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.
His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.
Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.
"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."
His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.
Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.
He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.
"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.
He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.
"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.
He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.
After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.
He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.
You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.
"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.
You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.
"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.
He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.
"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.
You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.
He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.
"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.
"Was I that loud?"
He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."
Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.
"Come here, baby."
You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.
"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.
You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.
He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"
You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.
Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."
Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.
He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.
Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.
You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.
Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.
You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."
And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.
"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.
You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.
You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.
Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.
But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.
You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.
"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.
"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.
High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.
"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"
Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.
It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.
You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.
Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.
"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.
He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."
You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.
"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.
Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."
Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.
He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.
He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.
You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.
You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.
"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.
"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.
His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.
"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."
You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;
Thanks for waking me up, totally won't be an awkward breakfast. Assholes -_-
