˙ . ꒷ 🍪 . 𖦹˙— sunday morning
ミ☆ㅤ pairing: felix catton x f!reader
ミ☆ㅤ wc: 1.2k
ミ☆ㅤ tags: established relationship, canon divergent, fluff, smut, no use of y/n, cuddling, making out, felix is a sweetie, no beta we die like...well yk
ミ☆ㅤ cw: plot what plot/porn without plot, p in v, praise kink, vaginal fingering, felix pulls out, sleepy sex, a little bit of aftercare, there's probably more tags but ao3 is down so this is all i got rn
The first thing you notice upon waking is the sunlight filtering through Felix's bedroom window. It heats your face rather nicely, considering you were battling the freezing temperature of the estate. In fleeting moments of half-consciousness, you entertain the possibility you turned into a lizard overnight, resting on the cold rock that is your boyfriend's old mattress, and basking in the pane's alloted warmth.
When you finally attempt to move, you are prevented from doing so. Opening your eyes, you discover your partner has trapped you under the weight of his forearm. You grumble something that was supposed to sound like, "Move."
Felix doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. You nearly think he is still asleep until the boy began pawing at your breast. The movement, of course, is unsurprising. In fact, it'd be more surprising if he didn't grope you.
"Good morning," You scoff groggily.
You can feel his smile before you see it, as he finally sits up enough to gaze upon you. His aura is brighter than a dying star, noticeable even as your hangover threatens to turn your better brain matter into mush. Still wearing last night's misfortunes, he remains undoubtedly perfect. Felix is easy to envy in this way.
He tucks a hair behind your ear, biting his lip as if holding in a joke you aren't in on, "G'd morning, lovely."
A few minutes pass in which you two simply stare at one another. You are certain you could do this for hours; Felix has a face worth admiring and a body to match. At school, when you both suffered through a required humanities course, you'd joke he was blessed by the Gods. Elspeth said something similar, singing his praises upon your arrival.
The statement proves truer each passing day.
After finding something within you that satisfies a desire of his you aren't exactly privy to, he leans down to kiss your lips. It is a soft, familiar gesture, and more importantly, it is lazy. Felix presses his mouth to yours with a sloppiness nearing a hound's. You could taste yesterday's leftover spit and spirits, not minding even the slightest. He makes it easy to envy the most avant concepts.
The kiss devolves just at you do. With an open mouth, you greet his tongue kindly, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He laughs into the space when you gasp, the hand he left upon your breast giving the flesh beneath it a tentative squeeze. With your approval, such motions continue, until your nipples grow hard and your back arches off the bed.
"So pretty," He murmurs during a short intermission, "My girl is so pretty."
He pauses to rest his head against your own, watching your cheeks heat from his touch. His grin only widens when his hand moves further down your body. Ultimately, he discoveres the hemline of your panties. Everything became silent then, including your own breaths, as you pause and brace for breach. Luckily, your boyfriend makes you leak like a faucet. His entering your cunt is quick and painless, just as it had been in the times prior.
Felix is patient, a fact that can be a blessing or curse, depending on his mood. He lets your body accomidate the intrusion with playful boredom. The dark brown pools of his irises flick across your face. Every micro-expression and reaction is carefully observed, as though he's watching a play unfold within the vastness of you. You're certain he'd enjoy watching you squirm on his hand for hours, as he did a few nights ago. Eventually, he moves.
"Oh."
The sound spills from you before you can stop it. Your eyes, once preoccupied with visions of him, roll around your head. One of your hands find comfort in his duvet, whilst the other meets your mouth in an attempt to prevent being too loud.
Felix, utterly enraptured by you, slowly began to pump his finger in and out of your sex. A sforzando sound leaves you, regrettably, and you bite your own digit to prevent from making any more. When your body remembers the movement, you relax again. Your partner, however, cannot stand the silence, and gently moves your limb from your face.
He leans down once more to press soft kisses upon your collarbone, "Don't be so quiet. The walls in this place are so bloody thick, nobody but me will hear you, I promise."
Then, he adds a second finger; sometimes, you convince yourself he times these things in hopes you don't notice them. You don't doubt that the slowness at which he introduces this new variable is an attempted kindness, but unfortunately, all it does is emphasize the notion of your own elasticity. Your breath catches, and stutters, before your chest falls, leaving you once again level. Miserably, or rather marvelously, this repeats until you're certain you see constellations on your eyelids.
"Felix," Your voice comes breathless, "I want to feel you."
Again, he does not exchange words with you, but the haste in which he fumbles to align his cock with your entrance is enough to communicate his understanding. Your panties are gone before you notice he's pulled them off you. With lackadaisical prowess, he lifts one of your legs, moving in the now open space at a forty-five degree angle. The boy finds his target immediately. Inside, he groans, gripping the meat of your thighs to keep in touch with reality.
"You don't know what you do to me."
The pair of you spend a few moments in the intimacy of a waiting room before your tender lover believes it safe to move. It is your turn to fumble, as your unbusy hands place themselves upon his shoulders, grabbing enough meat to plant yourself there. Feeling it, he pauses, only to continue when you spur him onward. His thrusts, as everything else had been to this point, drag slowly. You do not mind. It makes it all the more satisfying when the head of his dick catches on your walls.
His breathing is more labored now, you notice, as he puts genuine effort into this encounter. Felix is always kind to you—he's kind to everyone—but his depth of care does not go unappreciated. You let him know it is reciprocated by grinding down onto his phallus. Dipping his head into your shoulder a final time, his ear is left near your lips.
You take the opportunity to speak, " Y're always so good to me."
Movements that were steady become erratic. This is not uncommon; Felix falls apart when complimented. Your punched out breaths are replaced by syncopated moans. His hips roll against your pelvis until your eyes roll with them. The hand not holding your leg finds your clit, thumbing the bean until you're left writhing beneath him. Soon enough, he is spent, pulling out with a swiftness to cum across your stomach.
Quickly, as to prevent himself from collapsing, he falls next to you, his back to the bed and head to the ceiling. Both of you bask in comfortable silence until his lungs calm down. Somehow finding the energy, he retrieves a towel from the connecting bathroom. Felix wipes you clean before promptly nodding back off to enjoy a few more hours of your company.
happy (belated) birthday bambi !! here's hoping i didn't mischaracterize him ssjfbjg
ty for reading <3
—˙𖦹 . 🍪 ꒷ . ˙