𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Patrick Feely x user (Hughie's girlfriend)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are at a party with Hughie who shows indifference towards you. You decide to go to the bathroom and find Feely wasted on the floor.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
I could feel Hughie's eyes on Lizzie's.
It's been like this the whole time we were at the party and he didn't even try to make it look subtle. His hands were on my waist loosely but he didn't look conscious about it. It was like a reflex, just to see if I was still there, sitting on his lap like a decoration on its owner.
Hughie wasn't a bad person. He was kind, caring and always gentle with me, and that right there made it somehow worse, because I didn't have a reason to be mad at him.
Or maybe I did, with his eyes connected to Lizzie's and vice versa.
Looking around at the people having fun, the couples dancing and laughing together it made my stomach drop. That should be us.
“Hughie? Can we go up to dance?” I asked, looking over at him, he snapped out of it and finally moved his gaze towards me.
“Hm? Oh, maybe later, hun. I don't feel like going up there right now.”
At his answer, I pursed my lips, right. Didn't feel like going up my ass.
“I need to go to the bathroom” I said, and he nodded mindlessly, I sighed and got out of his grip.
The bathroom shouldn't be so crowded, the party had just started, like twenty minutes ago? Thirty max?
But when I opened the handle, which was unlocked, I was met by the sight of a boy slumped on the floor, completely wasted.
“Feely?”
And my assumption was right, the brown haired boy looked up and our eyes met.
For a moment, none of us spoke.
“You're already wasted? It's too early, don't you think?” I asked worriedly, closing the door behind and turning the lock around. The soft click echoing in the small room while the loud songs played outside.
But inside? It was just us two.
His eyes looked up at me, then at my dress and I felt my cheeks creep into a pink color.
“Black looks good on you.” he slurred out, eyes looking up and down.
“Wh-what…?”
He slowly smirked lazily, looking up at me with half lidded eyes.“The dress ‘s cute, love.”
I could feel my cheeks burning and the tip of my ears get pinker.
He slowly stood up, stepping over towards me closer and closer till I was against the door.
His fingers traced my jaw, making me shiver under the touch alone.
“Feely, this is-.. I don't-..”
“Relax, love. Hughie's not gonna do anything, he's been busy with Lizzie all night anyways. His fault” he murmured, leaning his face down, his breath was hot against my neck.
But his words? They weren't completely wrong, my own boyfriend had been eye . his ex the whole time to even pay attention to me.
But Feely didn't do anything, he didn't push me into anything, even when drunk, he still seemed to ask for my consent.
“Can I..” I nodded before he could finish his words.
It felt wrong, it really did. But right now, it was me and Feely, and no one could interrupt us, not even Hughie.
His lips crashed into mine, it was soft and gentle at first, trying each other's taste and adapting to the softness of the lips.
But it didn't take long to fall into rhythm, my hands were in his soft locks, pulling him closer as our tongues danced together.
His hands roamed around my body, he touched the strap of my dress and stopped, another silent ask for permission, whom I replied by grabbing him by his collar and kissing him again.
His hand went under the dress, teasing softly the hem of my bra before squeezing my tit.
I moaned softly against his lips and he cursed against mine.
He stripped the dress away, his hands reaching to pick me up and place me on top of the sink counter.
“Fuck, you're so pretty, baby” he hissed, biting his lower lip as he looked at my body.
His mouth then trailed soft kisses against my jaw, lips moving to prep my neck with teasing bites and a few marks while his hand went in my panties.
“So wet and needy, hm? Knew you were thinking of me, you dirty lil’ thing” he whispered low against my ear and I could feel myself get wetter just from that alone.
He finally lowered down between my legs and trailed soft kisses against my thighs.
“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, so so good.”
His fingers traced against my folds and I bucked my hips against him pathetically.
“I'm not even in you yet, imagine the mess you're gonna be when you're done”
And with that his mouth worked on my clit with rough kisses and gentle bites.
“F-Feely…” I moaned, covering my mouth to muffle my sounds.
“Don't cover your mouth, pretty girl, I wanna hear you scream my name.”
Feely inserted two fingers in, moving fast but effortlessly because he was already used to working with his hands.
And when it hit the right spots, my eyes rolled back and I threw my head back.
“Fuck! Fuck please-.. please faster-”
My hand gripped his hair tighter and that seemed to encourage Feely even more.
His mouth lapped against my clit like a starved man earning his meal after days of starvation, his fingers moved inside me at the same time and I almost cried out.
“‘m gonna…’m gonna cumm…” I slurred out, my mind fogged with nothing but how good he felt on his knees for me like this.
But Feely? He just went faster and faster at a speed that made me gasp loudly and cover my mouth again.
And when I came, I could feel him smirk against me while he drank his hard work.
“You good baby?” He asked, leaving me with shaking legs and ragged breaths.
He pulled up and gave my lips a kiss, slower this time before pulling away to tuck my hair behind.
“Hurry up! I need ta use the bathroom!”
A voice outside yelled, but inside? It was me and the guitarist that had the face of an angel and the hands of a devil.
Feely finally leaned in close to my ear. “There's a room upstairs, angel, round two?” he whispered.
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