25|F|Sub|BBW I desperately need a dom to tie me down and play with me until I crack 🥹 Welcome to my kinky fantasy land. Edging • Denial • Overstimulation • BDSM • Orgasm Control • Breathplay • Intoxication • Voice Kink
cunt slaps are actually pretty loud like if you’re doing them right they’re pretty loud and the sound is magical. and if you’re doing them REALLY right you’ll let your middle and ring fingers barely dip inside their entrance each time. wet pussy being slapped over and over again paired to those whiny little hitches of breath between moans cause they expect you to push deep in that sweet cunt at some point but you just keep slapping it instead
you know, I really enjoy denial. but, like… soft denial.
I don’t want to ruin your orgasm. I don’t want deprive you of such pleasure. I just absolutely need to hear how cute and needy and whiny you can get once you’re just so. fucking. close. to getting what you’ve been working for. you’ve been so good for me this whole time- following every direction, being so polite with your cries of “please” and “thank you” .
I just need to hear you beg a bit. that’s all.
your shaky, breathy whines of “please, I’m so close”, paired with full-body shaking, eyes shutting tightly, hips swaying back and forth involuntarily; just so desperate to cum.
after you’ve been so good for me, of course I’m going to allow you to cum. to make a fucking. mess. on me. for me. but I need to hear you beg first.
Using a spreader bar to keep your legs forced apart, typing your hands behind your back, and bending you over so you're face down, ass up like a pretty little fucktoy, then using a vibe to force you to cum for me again and again and again and again and again until your pretty little brain goes numb and fuzzy from the unrelenting blissful anguish.
Someone told me you can make a girl drip by simply choking her with your hand but if only she is sick depraved disgusting filthy angel. I wanna check that theory…
Using a spreader bar to keep your legs forced apart, typing your hands behind your back, and bending you over so you're face down, ass up like a pretty little fucktoy, then using a vibe to force you to cum for me again and again and again and again and again until your pretty little brain goes numb and fuzzy from the unrelenting blissful anguish.
This is my first post here so I hope y’all enjoy, also posted to AO3
Summary- you mess with Logan’s bathing suit and he chases you in the woods and fucks you
Warnings- smut, swearing
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the lake. The X-Men had decided to take advantage of the peace and went to a lake nearby. You pulled Logan’s arm towards the water to no avail. “I can’t swim bub, I sink.” “That’s fine. We can just go in waist-deep.” you continued to pull, “Look how much fun everyone is having!”
“I don’t have a bathing suit, darling,” he said, rolling his eyes and grinning. “Well, lucky for you, I brought one for you,” letting go of his arm to look in your bag. “Of course you did.” He grabbed it out of your hands head to the plane to change.
As he left, you couldn't help but giggle. You had been playfully teasing and flirting with each other for a while. Last week Logan had swapped all your pants with unicorn leggings and wouldn't return them until after classes. Today, it was your turn for revenge.
When he came back from the plane, he was readjusting the waistband of the suit. “Happy now?” He went down the ramp, stopping in front of you. “Yes, I am very happy. Now let’s go.” He let you pull him to the water this time. At the water, you let go of his hand, pointing to the others. You go first; I need to reapply my sunscreen.”
He rolled his eyes but stepped forward, the water lapping at his feet. He waded in slowly, the coolness of the lake a welcome relief after the day's heat. You watched as the water rose up his legs, then his thighs, and finally his waist. You couldn’t help the wide grin as he approached the others. His eyebrow shot up, questioning as he moved. He felt his bathing suit shift. The fabric seemed to stretch and pull as it struggled to keep its shape.
“What the fuck?” he growled, stopping mid-stroke to inspect the suit. His brow furrowed as he ran his hands over the material, feeling it give way under his touch. It was as if the fibers were melting, dissolving into the water around him.
You watched with glee as he quickly covered himself up and his eyes locked onto yours, as you held your phone to take pictures. You could hear the laughs from the others as he faced away from them. Scott had made a remark but you were unable to hear it and Logan ignored it, his eyes continued to lock onto yours as he started to come back from the water.
He was wadding through the water with fierce determination not caring to cover anything anymore. “Oh shit…”you mumble before sprinting away from him hoping the water would slow him down enough. “Get yer ass back over here!” you heard him yell to you as you slipped past the trees, you regretted not slipping your shoes on. Sure you’ve riled him up before, but not to the point of chasing you.
Running was never your forte; you were built for stealth, not long-distance. It didn't take long for your lungs to beg to stop for a minute. The underbrush crunched under your feet becoming quieter as you came to a stop, leaning against a tree as you tried to regain your breath. You hadn’t been stopped for more than a couple minutes before you heard the crash of branches and heavy footsteps coming towards you.
“Oh fuck off!” You shouted behind you as you started to run again. "You can't outrun me, darlin'!" he growled, his voice coming closer than you thought. "Ain't no point in runnin'." Your mind raced, there was no hiding place or people to help. ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck,’
You twisted and turned between trees, desperately trying to put distance between you. The dim light filtering through the canopy cast eerie shadows, heart raced as you glanced back briefly. He was right there, moving with stupid speed and precision that made your stomach drop. He lunged closing the gap grabbing your arm twisting you around so you landed on your back. “Told you no point.” he grinned down at you.
“Well, you definitely seem excited to catch me.” you snickered gesturing to his lower half, his dick partially hard. “Not every day I get a pretty girl under me.” he teased leaning in. Your eyes widened after he said that, you’ve constantly flirted with each other but it felt different with him naked above you. “Shut up, get off me,” you said pushing his shoulder and trying to sit up. ‘Don’t lock at his dick. Don’t look.’ you thought over and over.
He pushed you back down putting more weight on you his dick resting on your bathing suit. “You heavy bitch get up.” you squirmed under him only causing his smile to grow. “Why would I do that princess?” this time only moving his hips down causing your breath to hitch and your face to turn more red. “You started this, now you gonna take punishment like a good girl or we gonna keep dancing around?”
Your mind went blank. "I—you—but," he shook his head, leaning in near your ear. "I'm going to kiss you, and you are either going to push me away and we'll be done, or you'll kiss back, and I won't hold back." He leaned back once more to look into your eyes before catching your lips with his own.
You surrendered to the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut, until he bit your lip hard, eliciting a gasp. “Remember princess this is a punishment.” He mumbled against your mouth before letting his tongue explore the inside. His hands kept busy moving your bathing suit top to grab and smack your breasts causing you to moan into the kiss. “So needy for me,” he said breaking the kiss.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. "You know, princess, I could keep this up all day," he teased, his hands moving lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your bathing suit. The rough pads of his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of your hips, sending a shiver through you.
You pushed your pips up hoping he would grant you mercy and touch you. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart, who's in control here?" he looked down at you the damn smirk still plastered to his face. You bit your lip, being stubborn. His hands continued their slow touch, teasingly brushing against your skin. The sensation was electric, making it hard to not give in. “you…” you said quietly wishing he would give you what you wanted with that.
“Sorry princess don’t think I caught that.” you groaned head falling back into the dirt. “You damn it!”
“I’m what?” “
“You're in charge! You win! Whatever! Just touch me.”
A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he met your gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips once more. His tongue plunged into your mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers, which had now settled on your aching clit. He circled it slowly, applying just enough pressure to drive you wild.
You moaned into the kiss, your body arching off the ground in response. The scent of pine and earth mingled creating an intoxicating aroma that made your head spin. Every touch, sound, taste, and smell heightened the intensity of the moment.
Logan's thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing in small, rhythmic circles, before pushing one finger into you as his thumb kept up the pace. His other hand moved to cup your breast, pinching your nipple roughly. Your moans grew as you came closer to the edge as he added a finger before thrusting them quicker. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire.
"What do you want, darlin'?" You weren't focusing much on him as you chased your high bucking your hips into his fingers. Not getting a response he slowed down earning a whine from you. “I asked you a question.” He growled the hand on your chest moving to grip your ass hard. “Let me cum please,” you whined out.
With that, he continued his pace this time rougher, quicker, his fingers moving to your most sensitive spots. His fingers worked relentlessly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The knot that had formed felt like it would start to unravel, your moans getting louder as you begged him for more, saying you were so close.
“No,” he stated as he removed himself from you completely before licking his fingers savoring your taste. You stared at him with malice, “what the fuck?” “awe did you want to cum? Poor thing. Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked with the bathing suit yeah?”
You ignored his words reaching down your own hand to finish. You didn’t get far, his hand reaching to grab yours before reaching your destination. His gaze locked onto yours, his expression angry. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he spit out. “I’m the only person allowed to touch ya from now on got it?” Nodding your head you stared up at him with pleading eyes.
“Can I please\ come? I’ll be good,” you begged. He stared at your figure for a moment seemingly to decide what to do next. Then, without warning, he shifted his weight, positioning himself between your legs closer. His hard cock pressed against your entrance.
“You gonna fuck with me anymore?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “You gonna let anyone else fuck this cunt?” You shook your head quickly, “No, please fuck me.” He gave a proud grin as he pushed forward, breaching you in one fluid motion. The sudden fullness made you gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. Logan's hips started to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace as he filled you completely.
Each thrust was calculated, hitting all the right spots. You could feel the slick slide of his cock inside you, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure with every stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh and groans echoed through the trees.
Logan's hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he drove into you with increasing urgency. "God, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "So tight, so wet..."
Your own hands dug into his shoulders earning a groan from him, trying to hold onto something solid as the world spun around you. Logan's thrusts grew more forceful, his breathing ragged as he chased his release.
With a growl, he pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you could react, he was back inside, taking you from behind with brutal efficiency. The angle hit new places, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core. His hand snaked down to play with your clit.
Your climax was coming fast. “That’s it,” he cooed. “Come on me like a good girl.” His voice sent you tumbling off the edge tightening around him.
He didn’t slow down sending you into overstimulation territory. “I can’t… please…” your words came out jumbled as he continued to pound into you with no mercy. “You can.” is all he said as his hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you with vigor. His thrusts became erratic, matching the frantic beat of your heart.
You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. Your face and upper body were in the dirt as he held your hips up and continued his brutal pace. You could hear him talking under his breath as he thrust into you. “Takin’ it so good fr’ me” “Such a good girl” “My good girl” “fuck” “doin’ so good”
Your head was empty only focusing on the feeling of the knot forming in your stomach again. Feeling his hands tighten on your hips, leaving bruises in their wake. "Fuck, I'm close," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "Gonna come inside you,"
Your answer was lost in a strangled cry as he hit that perfect spot one last time, sending you spiraling into climax again. The intense pleasure overwhelmed you, your body convulsing around his cock.
He followed soon after, his release washing over him with savage intensity. Burying himself deep, emptying himself into you as his body trembled with the force of his orgasm.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then, with a grunt, Logan pulled out, collapsing beside you on the forest floor.
Lying against the cool earth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. The scent of pine and damp leaves filled the air, mingling with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. You turned to him, your heart racing as you tried to process what had just happened.
“You should wear that bathing suit more often” you teased, a hint of amusement in your voice, trying to break the tension.
Logan glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Shut up,” he replied, brushing a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Maybe we should get back,” you suggested, starting to push yourself up. “Not yet,” Logan said, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze intense as he reached to pull leaves out of your hair.
“Okay,” you replied softly, a smile creeping onto your face. “For a little while longer, then.”
Logan’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, the world around you fading into a blur as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.
I’ve been working on drafts of this since last October so I think it’s just time to post it lol
Words: 4200
Summary: Felix visits often, but is usually gone when you wake up in the morning. Wouldn't it be nice if he stayed?
Fantasy + Fluff + Smut + Humour
afab + fem!reader
CWs: none really, maybe pining?, implied scary fae lore but not elaborated on
Smut Tags: use of pet names, confessions during sex, chatty sex, light teasing, fingering, praise, so kissy and cuddly waaa, some dry humping, cunnilingus, reader is desperate af/slight begging, Penetration™️ (p in v), unprotected sex (practice safe sex pleeeease), creampie
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Perhaps it should feel abnormal to welcome the fae into your home, knowing the warning tales you grew up with as a child, but it does not. Especially when it is Felix. He was the first to find you when you moved into this new town- the first you trusted- and he only makes his presence more apparent once the cold winter hits. His visits become more intimate than they were in the warmer seasons, when he would linger at the edge of the treeline and watch you garden until you left a gift for him near the brush. Now when he visits he comes right to the door, asks to be let in, then sits and chats with you late into the night. Sometimes he is there when you wake up, puttering around the kitchen or reading in the living room. Sometimes he is not, and your gut sinks just a bit.
There is no name for your relationship, but you feel the tension building all the same. Felix, always a gentleman, sleeps on the living room couch when he stays over. But the unsaid ‘what if’ lingers in your mind at the end of each night, when you curl up alone in your own bed after long conversations by the fireplace. You try to stay awake and listen for his footsteps on his way out, but you never do hear them.
One night, hours after you have retreated to your room for bed, you use the excuse of needing a drink of water to see if he has left yet. You are slightly surprised to see him still on the couch, his eyes shut and his breathing slow as if he is in a deep sleep.
Your heartbeat quickens as you look him over, you note how the moonlight catches the softness of his lips and the highlights in his golden hair. His pointed ears and nimble fingers twitch when the floorboards creak as you creep into the room. His freckles and delicate cheeks still charm you even if they are barely visible in the dim light. His eyes open slowly as he turns his head to look at you; lazily, eyelids half-lidded to give the impression that he was truly sleeping, but his sudden awareness breaks the façade.
“Can’t sleep, darling?”
His voice is gentle and a little deeper than normal, which rumbles you in a pleasant way.
“I’m thirsty.”
“Ah, let me.”
He rises from his spot and gracefully steps out of the room. You remain where you stand, waiting as you hear the glasses clink and the tap run. He returns and regards you calmly as you blink the sleep away.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
He guides a glass of water into your hand and tidies your hair where it was mussed by your pillow.
“I’m fine.”
You sip your water as he hums quietly.
“You just look like you have something to say.”
“When do you go back to the forest?”
He cups your cheek with a soft smile.
“When I know you’re asleep, and safe.”
“You don’t have to wait for me to fall asleep, you know. You can leave whenever you want.”
“But wouldn’t you be disappointed?”
Your cheeks flare as you feel caught.
“Does that matter?”
“It wouldn’t to some.”
Your heart skips.
“But it does to you?”
“Of course.”
“You really don’t have to stay, Felix.”
“I know, but I have to know you’re alright. I’ll just keep thinking about you if I leave now.”
His response may as well be a confession with the way Felix says it, and you do not know how to react. You blink a few times, suddenly sure you must be dreaming or hallucinating this. His warm hand on your cheek, caressing you gently, reminds you that this is real.
“You will?”
It is all you can manage and your voice quivers out at the end of the question. You shiver and let him take the glass from your hand. Perhaps you are both nervous that you will drop it with how shaky his words have made you.
“You should get back in bed, sweetheart.”
You nod and let him lead you back to your bedroom. He sets the glass down as you crawl into your bed. You gaze up at him in the dark, feeling him pull your blanket up and tuck you in.
“Felix?”
“Yes?”
“Will you lay with me?”
He pauses as he contemplates your request.
“I’m cold,” You add, desperate to convince him.
“It is cold, isn’t it?”
You say nothing as Felix lifts the blanket and slides in beside you, but feel a bit of pride that he accepted your invitation. You try not to dive into his arms as they come around you, try to restrain yourself from melting immediately when you breathe in his fresh summer scent. He lays his head on the pillow next to you and, very loosely, embraces you. The position is a little awkward, but you are too embarrassed to move any closer.
“You avoided my question earlier,” You murmur into the pillow, half-hoping he ignores you.
“Hm, what was the question, darling?”
“Do you really think about me when you leave?”
You shut your eyes, your face feels on fire.
“Oh, always.”
“Always?”
Felix sighs softly and whispers, “I can’t think about anything else sometimes. It’s… difficult.”
“Why?”
“Because… I can’t help but fret over you. I wonder if you’re eating, and if you’re sleeping. I wonder who you are seeing. I wait helplessly when you go far away. I worry something wicked will find you, you sweet thing. And to be worrying like that all the time, it can make a faerie weak.”
You open your eyes and meet Felix’s gaze, longing and tired as he watches you.
“Oh.”
“Yes. Always on my mind. Isn’t it shameful?”
“Why would you be ashamed?”
“Doesn’t it make you feel ashamed?”
You swallow.
“Not because… I think those feelings are wrong. Well, actually, that’s a lie,” You laugh breathlessly, “My whole life I’ve been told how dangerous your kind is, and not to let myself get trapped in fae magic. And love is a sort of trap, right? It’s vulnerability, it’s deals and promises, and in theory I should be wary. But I’m already so far gone, so what am I holding back from? But I don’t necessarily think these feelings are bad or want them to stop. God, I never want this to stop. I’m so happy with you. I just don’t know. I don’t know what to say, and I know I’ll say something that will make me more anxious because…”
You trail off as you notice Felix watching you with wide eyes.
“Because of this. Because I’ll run my mouth and regret it afterwards,” You finish.
“Oh,” Felix answers carefully, “You think wanting me would be wrong. Because you’re a human.”
“No, I-I don’t. I don’t care if it’s right or wrong, I just… I get embarrassed because I don’t know how to make it make sense to both of us. I can’t speak in front of you.”
“You’re speaking right now.”
You laugh at his teasing lilt.
“Yeah, and making a fool of myself.”
“Well, then you understand my predicament.”
“I don’t.”
“The feeling you’re describing now, this fear you have, I feel it every day when I leave you.”
“You do?”
“Yes. And it is so, so relentless.”
He continues to stare, patiently awaiting your reply. You shudder at the intensity in his eyes and they soften, before he pulls you closer.
“Are you still cold, my darling?”
You tense as he pulls you in. Your head comes to his chest and he slips his thigh between your legs. Your bodies curl together and his arms hold you a little tighter, with more certainty than before. You shakily squeeze him back, but the closeness is not what makes you shiver.
My darling.
The alteration to your pet name is intentional.
“Felix?”
“Yes?”
“Do you…”
He chuckles and your lips shut tightly.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel the same way?”
“I do.”
“Can you kiss me?”
He pulls back to look down where your head rests on his chest, and you look up.
“I could kiss you. That is certainly within my abilities.”
“You’re- ugh.”
You both laugh as he presses his forehead to yours. You begin to realize how warm he is, how every spot where your body touches his is soothed. His magic seeps into your body, making your chest tighten and stomach flip. The heat is almost too much, almost burning, but you refuse to move away. Everything intensifies when the laughter dies down and he finally kisses you.
His mouth moves slowly against yours, giving you time to register the contact and adjust to it. Your thighs tense as you press closer, and you feel his thigh move just a bit higher to put some pressure between your legs. You gasp and he breaks away, enough so you can both pant into the space between you. You duck your head as your cheeks heat up again and he gives you an experimental nudge. You barely muffle a moan in his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, how does that feel?”
You try not to rut yourself on his thigh but he pushes against you again, and you instinctively roll your hips to chase the pleasure.
“A-Ahn, nice,” You cry softly.
“Nice?”
You bite your lip and look up pitifully as he leans back to take you in.
“Mh-hmnn…”
“Oh, you are precious.”
You whimper at his tone, somehow sounding both enamored with you yet taunting your reactions.
“I haven’t…”
“Hm?”
“H-haven’t b-been touched in a while…”
“Oh, sweetheart,” He coos, “Would you like me to help with that?”
You nod and shakily exhale. He smiles and pulls his leg from between yours to replace it with his hand. You make a wrecked sound as his palm presses through your pants to cup your pussy. You whine and throw your head back as he rolls his wrist and spreads your legs wider.
“Fe-elix…”
He makes a pleased sound and, very chastely, kisses the dip of your throat. This draws a longing moan from you.
“Lovely little thing. I haven’t had a moment’s peace since I met you, you know? Not a day that I’m not thinking about you. You’re so much trouble.”
“M’sorry,” You moan.
“Mhm, are you? Does it not excite you a bit, to have me in the palm of your hand?”
You laugh at the irony as he draws his hand away.
“I-I didn’t know…”
“Oh, I know,” He breathes as he brushes his hand over your abdomen, “My sweet girl.”
You moan in agreement as he slips his hand down your pants and beneath your panties. His middle finger brushes over your clit then he curls the first digit between your folds. You jolt at the intrusion and tuck your face in his neck as he lovingly pets your hair. Soft sounds escape your lips as his finger carefully swirls inside you.
“M’sensvmmm…”
“Hm, darling?”
You buck your hips and whimper as he finally thrusts his finger to the hilt.
“M’sensitive…”
“I know, sweetheart. You like it though, right? Feels good?”
“Mh-hmn…”
You are adjusting to his touch now, and begin rocking your hips as he adds another finger. He presses a kiss to your temple and cups the back of your head as he begins thrusting his fingers faster. You tense under his touch, becoming more wound up as he settles into a rhythm. You make a desperate sound when he spreads his fingers open and grazes his thumb over your clit.
“Felix,” You sigh, “Oh, Fe-elix…”
He chuckles and noses at your scalp as you press closer.
“You sound lovely, my darling. So good for me.”
Something snaps when he speaks and your climax hits you suddenly. Your body shudders from the intensity as he coaxes you through it with quick pecks and careful attention on your clit. You take in a gasping breath before his lips crash into yours, swallowing up your sounds of pleasure. His touch slows, but does not stop, as your legs tremble and you become boneless in his arms. He breaks the kiss and smiles as you whimper and twitch against him.
“Nhnnn…”
“Good?”
You nod sleepily as he finally slides his hand out of your pants. He gives his fingers an experimental lick and smirks as you throw your head back with a groan.
“You’re too much…”
“Hm, get some sleep, my love.”
Your head snaps back and he pecks your forehead as you stare blankly at him.
“Hey, w-wha-”
“Hm?”
“Um, we’re going to bed after doing that, are you kidding me?”
He chuckles.
“You’re not tired?”
“You’re not… horny?”
Felix laughs and blushes as you pout at him. He swipes his thumb over your hip as he speaks.
“I have patience, darling. I waited this long for a moment to lay next to you, I’m sure I can wait a bit longer.”
You huff as you move to straddle his hips. He lets you shove him to the bed and stares up expectantly as you settle on top of him.
“What if you don’t have to wait?”
His eyebrow cocks up and his eyes rake over your body.
“Impatient, are we?”
You give your hips a tentative roll and bite your lip to muffle the whimpering gasp that threatens to spill out. Your clit is still throbbing, but your desire outweighs your sensitivity. You grind down again and smirk as you draw a groan from him. His hands fly to your hips and hold you in place as he bucks up to meet your thrusts. You giggle as you lean down to kiss him, which he returns eagerly. You lean away with a smirk.
You squeal when he flips you over and dives in to kiss you again, nibbling at your lips and peppering your face with sweet pecks. Delight bubbles in your chest as your abdomen swirls with desire. His hips are pressing against yours so you can feel his cock strain through his pants and the contact makes your head spin. He nuzzles his nose against yours and smirks at your moans.
“Do you want me, sweetheart?”
He pulls back slightly to look at you. You blink dazedly, still feeling drunk on your last orgasm and the heat of him on top of you. You spread your legs wider to let him press closer, which he does. You nod as you throw your arms over his shoulders.
“Of course, Felix. Do you want me?”
“I do,” He murmurs, “Every touch. Every kiss. Every moment. I want to take care of your every desire.”
“My desire is that you fuck me.”
He laughs.
“I will… do that, yes. I’m more than happy to…”
You laugh at how his usual eloquence has dissolved into sultry rambling, and draw him in for another kiss. You part your lips and he laps into your mouth, his hips jumping at the moans you let out. He slides your pants and panties down, allowing you to shimmy them off. You start to pull your shirt off and pause when he begins kissing down your neck, to your stomach, and lower below the blanket until he stops between your legs. You fling your shirt away and make a wrecked noise as his tongue slips between your folds.
“Mhm, Felix…”
You melt as he laps at your sex and hum his name shamelessly. He groans in response, vibrating your clit and drawing another wrecked sound from you. You whisper his name and try to stifle the crescendo of needy sounds he pulls from you to no avail. Suddenly, he stops and pops up from under the blanket. Your disappointed moan trails off into a fit of giggles as you take in his disheveled appearance. His hair has been fluffed up by the blanket that now hangs loosely off his shoulders. He blinks back at you, trying to decipher your reaction.
“Are you alright?”
“Come here.”
You pull him in for a kiss and taste yourself on his tongue when it slips into your mouth. He sighs when you reach down to unbutton his pants and wrench them down so his cock springs free. He breaks the kiss to mouth messy bites over your jawline and throat. You giggle and tilt your head back to ease his access, while one of your hands slips under his shirt and traces his abdomen lazily.
“Felix, come on,” You whine when he lingers on sucking a hickey into your shoulder, “Come on, please.”
“Remember when I called you impatient, my darling?”
You huff and smile wryly as he rises to pull his shirt off and fully remove his bottoms. He kneels between your legs, his cock standing hard against his stomach. You tsk softly and pull him into your embrace, lovingly cupping his cheeks as he sinks on top of you. He beams and brushes his nose against yours shyly.
“I haven’t been fair to you, have I?”
“I’m in no rush,” He breathes, his eyes fluttering as his cock presses against your soft skin, “Y-You’re always fair to me.”
“Are you okay?”
“Mh-hmn,” He pecks another kiss on your cheek.
“You’re sure?”
“I just love you so much.”
You freeze at the confession, staring through the dim light as Felix peppers kisses down your neck. You grasp his cheeks and pull him up to face you, he stares back with a surprised expression.
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course,” His brows furrow, “Of course I do.”
“You promise?”
He breaks free from your grasp to peck a needy kiss to your lips, then murmurs, “I couldn’t lie if I wanted to.”
“Lix,” You whine, “Please, I really need you. Fuck me.”
He laughs softly as he resumes kissing over your face and hooks his arms under your thighs, then slowly eases into you. You gasp as he fills you and your eyes shut in bliss when his cock presses deeper. A whimper escapes your lips as he slowly pulls out and lazily pushes in again. You open your eyes to see him studying your reactions, his lips parted in shuddery groans with each calculated thrust.
“Felix... Felix, oh my God…”
He kisses you, messily, open-mouthed and desperate as he draws another moan from you. You let him lick into your mouth and nibble your bottom lip as your mind goes hazy.
“That good, darling?”
“Ye-es…”
He chuckles and leans back to let you breathe, still thrusting intentionally.
“My lovely girl. You look so good like this, my darling. I love it, I love you. Wanted this since the moment I met you.”
“Mh-hm?”
You let your head fall back as his pace quickens. Somehow your hands have managed to find his arms where they support your thighs and you grip his biceps tightly. He makes a pleased sound and presses closer, pushing your legs up to thrust deeper inside you. You whimper as the tension builds and you hear your own wetness dripping around his cock.
“Oh, love, my love,” He sighs against your chest as he rests his forehead in the crook of your neck.
You make a giddy sound when you feel his hips stutter.
“So good, Felix. I love you.”
He nods and nuzzles closer.
“J-Just about… there. Oh, darling, please.”
You giggle when his movements pause again.
“That’s- ah- perfect, Lix. You gonna come? Come on. I want you to, want you to come i-inside.”
He nods and continues with as many shaky thrusts as he can manage. He pushes in and pants into your neck as he finishes. You whimper at the sensation and squirm for some stimulation as he presses you into the bed. He drops one of your legs and reaches his hand between you to play with your clit. You whimper and look at him as he chases after your lulling high. His cock is still nestled between your folds when you reach your orgasm, and he groans when you clench around him. He gazes into your eyes lovingly as he rubs you through each wave of pleasure, until you begin to whimper from the overstimulation.
“Felix…”
His hand slowly draws back and he gives you a deep kiss as he pulls out.
“Mhm, sorry. You were so lovely, darling. I didn’t want to stop.”
Your legs quake as you let them fall, while Felix kisses your forehead.
“Oh, Felix.”
He laughs and presses his forehead to yours with a cheeky grin.
“My, you really are sensitive. What a shame you haven’t been touched, you needed it.”
“Hah, you- mhm…”
He lets you recover from your orgasm with long, doting kisses to your lips and cheeks. You sink into the bed with a blissed out smile as his hands coast over your stomach and thighs.
“Still good, darling?”
“With you? Always.”
He chuckles.
“Always? That’s what I like to hear.”
“Don’t get too cocky.”
“Why not? Telling me you’re not satisfied? Please, feel free to speak your mind.”
“You didn’t last very long,” You tease.
“Neither did you.”
Felix winks and pecks your forehead before settling down next to you. You roll into his arms as he pulls your thigh over his hip and fixes the blanket over you both. You rest your hand on his chest where his heart is still pattering and feel your own swell with affection.
“Next time,” You decide.
“Hm?”
“Next time we’ll take it slower.”
“So, there will be a next time?”
You giggle.
“Of course,” You gaze up at him dreamily, “You’re not done with me already, are you?”
It is supposed to be a joke, but you cannot help but worry.
“Darling,” He whispers, but it sounds like the air has been punched out of him as he gazes back at you, “I will never be done with you.”
You shiver as his hand rests over yours and he kisses the bridge of your nose.
“Oh.”
“I promise, I meant it. Since the moment I met you, I knew we belonged together. And I was right.”
Your eyes tear up a bit and you nod quickly.
“I guess I just… I didn’t know if love meant the same thing to you that it does for me…”
His eyes soften and he pauses to search for the proper response.
“Maybe not, but I know with all of my being that I love you more than I can bear. Even harder when you love me back.”
“Felix.”
“Because it hurts me so much to be away from you, and I want nothing more than to spend everyday with you like I am right now, I think it’s safe to say I want to be yours.”
You nod and sniffle.
“I want to be yours, too.”
“Always?”
“Always. I promise.”
He smiles.
“You know the fae aren’t ones to go back on our promises.”
“I know. I’m not either.”
His thumb glides over the back of your hand in soothing strokes as you finally drift to sleep.
When you wake the next morning you are alone, and for a moment your heart aches. You sit up slowly in the early light and sigh as you listen to the howling of winter winds and firewood crackling in the living room. Your brow furrows slightly and you move to get out of bed, then you pause when you realize you are dressed in your pajamas. You are feeling the soft linen and questioning when you were dressed last night, when your bedroom door opens.
Felix eyes you with shock when he sees you are awake and hurriedly comes to your side.
“Oh, darling. Did I wake you?”
You watch him intently as he sits beside you and pulls the blanket up to your chest.
“It’s still quite cold, love. Go on, you can go back to sleep. The fire is just building up now.”
“Felix.”
“Hm?”
He is rubbing your arm gently, spreading warmth over you like a second outside of the blanket will leave you frozen.
“You stayed.”
He pauses then looks at you with some relief.
“Oh… I did.”
“You… didn’t have to.”
You let him crawl in beside you and tuck the blanket around you both. He rests his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I think we’ve been over this, yeah? You don’t like it when I leave.”
“I know, but you usually go when I fall asleep.”
“Yes,” He leans up to look at you, “That doesn’t mean I have to leave when you fall asleep, does it?”
“No.”
“Then I’m going to stay.”
He smiles and rests his head on your chest again, snuggling in with a content hum. Your fingers play with the hairs at the base of his neck as you stare at the ceiling.
“Felix?”
“Hm?”
“How long will you stay?”
He hums.
“As long as I can. But don’t worry, my love, I’ll come back.”
You smile and let your eyes fall shut as you fall asleep in his embrace.
Oh, you really think you’d be able to hold back if I really wanted to make you cum?
How about this: I tie you up and play with you while you try your best to hold back and not have an orgasm. But if I succeed, you submit to me and give me complete control of your orgasms.
Because if I can just make you cum whenever I want, you were never actually in control, were you?
Oh sweetie…is that a wet spot on your panties already?
Need a guy to show me the difference in our physical strength. Hold me down with one hand as you fuck me. Flip me over without hesitation. Bend my body however you want. Manhandle me. Use me like a fleshlight. Show me I'm just a toy to you.
take me out to a nice dinner and then slam the door closed once we get home, pull my skirt up over my hips and grope my ass cheeks, turn me around and rip my shirt open, grab my bra and take it off like you couldn't handle another minute without me naked. carry me to the bedroom and fuck me so deep, missionary so I can look in your eyes when I come.
