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SUNSHINE (18+!)
“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.
SYNOPSIS: You officially hit rock bottom. Living in a shitty apartment in a foreign city, recently broken up with your cheating boyfriend and overall just done with everything, you decide to at least have a little bit of fun when reinstalling that useless dating app.
🍋 GENRE: smut, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, nonidol!au, friends2lovers
🏛 WORD COUNT: 7.4k
🧀 CONTENT INFO: felix x afab!reader, model!felix, photographer!reader, set in paris, they are both in their mid to late twenties
🐝 WARNING: mention of cheating, mention of breakup, mention of dickpics lol (reader uses online dating), alcohol consumption (a lot of wine actually), mention of food, jealousy
🥞 SMUT WARNING: softdom!felix, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), possessive felix, praise, one pussy slap, slight dacryphilia, dumbification, name calling (angel, darling, brat, sweetheart, baby, good girl)
☀️ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this feels like a story I would have written in French class in high school except for the smut part and it would have been in French lol also I had a lot of fun writing this and low-key wanna visit Paris now. If you liked the story, please consider leaving a comment and/or reblogging it since this is what motivates writers most 💛
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Also minors do not interact, this post contains mature themes. By clicking on “read more” you consent to nsfw content.
You’ve seen this film before and you didn’t like the ending. Still, there’s no one around that could prevent you from your current actions. It’s just a little fun, nothing more. You’ll probably delete the app again after tonight.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Until an idea strikes you.
Why not make a drinking game out of this?
Your state is disastrous anyway, not even the rats in the canals of this unfamiliar city have a little bit of pity left for you. You have officially hit rock bottom.
Except career–wise. At least that’s what you had thought when receiving that job offer, but maybe we should start at the beginning.
Paris has always been this romantic dream you’ve had throughout your whole life since you were a child. Avenues with old traditional houses, impressive architecture and sights, the delicious scent of croissants lingering in the air and a place that’s invincible when it comes to art of all eras.
That is what you’ve been holding onto. After your boyfriend of five years dumped you two weeks ago, leaving you for a eighteen year old first semester college girl he happened to teach in one of his classes, the prophecies of 2012 finally came true – well, at least for you.
Your whole world shattered into a million pieces and even a billion more when this garbage truck of an (now ex) boyfriend revealed his little fling had been going on for half a year now and that bitch was practically waiting on your shared apartment’s doorstep, boxes and suitcases under her arms.
As if all your prayers had been heard at that moment, an email was sent to your account, telling you a company that you initially had applied for in your hometown had been looking for employees in no other city than Paris.
Paris.
This was a huge step. But there was nothing holding you back anymore.
Fast forward, exactly nineteen days later you find yourself in said city, glad the company had organised an apartment for you in an outer and problematic arrondissement but you didn’t complain. Until you got there.
The little flat is – let’s say, in need of renovation. But you didn’t expect anything from Paris anyway, you’re glad you don’t have to share a paper box with the rats near the river Seine. You even got a bathroom inside the flat and not on the corridor shared with strangers, but your roommate could be a bit less annoying.
Jisung is a kind guy, he really is. He’s a bit shy but gets incredibly loud whenever he convinces you to do another wine tasting (’Y/N, you are in Paris!‘). There’s a bit pent-up demand when it comes to his cleaning skills, but he’s motivated to do anything you ask him for.
After all, on the first night at your new place, you got drunk together and shared your whole biography with him – including the unpleasant details of how your last relationship had ended.
But tonight Jisung isn’t here to stop you from doing that incredibly stupid thing you’re doing. Although – let’s be real, he most likely would have encouraged you anyway.
Your fingers dance over the way too bright screen, as you hold the glass of red wine in your other hand. The initial idea of checking out dudes in this new city, wanting to meet some Parisian guys, fades into ashes when you realise most of them are one thing after all. They are men. Annoying men.
Even though you’ve got some matches – but to be honest you were anything except eager when making your decisions on swiping here – they all start and end the same. The guy introduces himself with the world’s worst pickup line or going straight forward by sending a picture of his dick.
You, as a photographer (and a very tipsy one right now), decided to make a game out of this, sending them pics back of the previous dude’s dick that had sent you one before. So, whenever another cringy flirtation starts, you take a sip from your wine.
Half a bottle later, you’re still unsuccessful as ever since you’ve already given up on meeting any of the dudes tonight anyway. The only thing that’s keeping you online right now is your level of intoxication and this kind of cute, innocent seeming man texting you.
His profile pic could have been taken by a lucrative model agency, your attentive photographer–eyes had immediately spotted. Above all of this, he might be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Of course, if there isn’t any photoshop used but you for sure would have been able to tell if it was the case.
Buzz.
Another message is sent to you by this friendly and respectful stranger and at this point you wish the conversation would actually go a different way.
Felix: Since you’re new in Paris, which sights and places have you already visited? Hope this doesn’t come off too cliche haha
He is too cute. You’re afraid to break his heart. He’s too wholesome.
You: I haven’t really got the time unfortunately, started a new job right away and now I’m just busy getting from day to day. But I wouldn’t say no to a few drinks if you can recommend a bar ;)
Shit, Felix thinks, sitting inside the living room in his shared apartment. His roommate Hyunjin went out to get some late night kebab for the both of them and should return soon, maybe he will ask him for some advice.
You looked like the perfect match (quite literally) when your picture popped up on his phone screen, instantly convincing him to swipe right. That’s why he decided to text you all respectfully, which he usually does anyway, but still.
A little hint of you being a photographer made his heart beat run faster, since he’s been working in the fashion industry for some years now and he’s sure the both of you would instantly get along. The first chats being thrown back and forth, just like a ping pong match, made him crave more of your attention.
Another message from you stirs him from his daydreaming.
Y/N: also– just wanted to let you know since I don’t want to cause any confusion. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, I’ve just gotten out of a long–term relationship
Crash.
The sound of all his hopes falling into the abyss at lightning speed.
Felix has tried this once. The ‘nothing serious’ trope. But he would have left a zero on a 1–to–5–star scale on google if the chance was given. It didn’t quite catch his appetite and left a weird aftertaste.
So he types again.
Felix: oh– I’m sorry, I’m not really into one night stands and such
The second guesses hit him like a train. Possibly, he should have worded it differently. It’s a real dilemma he’s got here. Ugh. Why do you have to be so beautiful, funny and overall likeable? Felix can’t remember the last time he’s been practically soaked into a conversation for two hours with a stranger from a dating–app.
He can’t give up. Not that easily. That’s his personal reason for doing something incredibly stupid.
He blames the half empty bottle of red wine on the couch table in front of him. He blames Hyunjin still waiting in line for his special favourite kebab with extra feta cheese. He blames the hopeless romantic slumbering inside of him.
Felix: but I could be your wingman lol
The message catches you off guard. You’re honest here, Felix wouldn’t have been the ideal rebound type of guy anyway. He’s way too precious for that, you can tell even after only texting for a few hours.
So, wingman it is instead. Felix must be fun to be around. He seems to be the guy to enlighten a dark room with his smile and sunshine persona.
And you definitely need some new friends around here.
Y/N: alright, luckily we’re hiring at the moment and you’ve got the job :D the only necessary next step now is to choose a good bar spot for your first night on Friday :)
♡
Felix is even funnier in real life. You’ve clicked from the first second he’s entered the bar some hours ago and now a few drinks into the night, you almost lose touch of your initial goal.
“It’s good to not drink wine for once,” you admit, when the waitress places down your new drinks.
“Why is that? You don’t like it?” Felix asks you, leaning a bit closer to you.
“No, don’t get me wrong. It’s just– I’ve been here for a week and my roommate made me participate in wine tastings every single night.”
“Welcome to Paris.”
The clinking sound of your glasses echo through the room, as Felix keeps his eyes focused on your own, while you stare back at him before attaching your lips to the transparent object in your hand. The liquid hits your tongue before it slides down and warms your stomach.
Your vision gets filled with a handsome man wearing a black leather jacket, silver-bleached hair hiding his forehead. But still, he’s undoubtedly beautiful and mysterious at the same time. The way his legs stroll through the room, drawing attention to himself by all present guests in the bar, leaves you speechless.
There’s something about his aura, similar to a black cat, that keeps your gaze focused on this mesmerising stranger.
Felix notices it and in the blink of an eye, his upper body is turned around, admiring the man as well.
“I guess this is where the party starts, right?”
Felix words startle you, stealing you from your daydreaming.
“Uh– sorry?”
“Time to prove my skills as the perfect wingman,” Felix winks at you before emptying his beverage.
“Oh, sure– I mean, of course, only if you want to.”
To be honest, you totally forgot about the mission the both of you have.
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen this man? You shouldn’t let this opportunity slip. If you don’t want him I will take him home instead.”
Another wink is sent to you by your new friend and you chuckle while taking a sip from your drink.
As if the odds are in your favour tonight, the handsome silver haired man takes a seat next to Felix at the bar to order a drink for himself. He’s even prettier when he’s that close.
“You should try their iced margaritas. They’re out of this world,” Felix starts a conversation, keeping it on an innocent smalltalk level.
“Thanks, I guess I’ll follow your advice then.”
It doesn’t take long for the three of you to engage in a light hearted conversation. The stranger’s name turns out to be Minho, he’s teaching a dancing class in Paris. All in all, you can feel the tension between him and you and at some point you feel bad for Felix sitting between the both of you.
But your friend gets the hint, making an excuse why he has to leave earlier – possibly it’s not even a lie, he’s a busy and hard working model after all. Even though he rarely talks about it.
So that’s the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter of your life and Minho is the first guest appearance in this film you swear you’ve seen before. Maybe it’s just a cheap remake. But he’s respectful and handsome. It’ll do.
♡
The weeks and months pass by, Felix and you usually meet up during the day to eat galettes or crêpes – quickly finding out the ones with only lemon juice and sugar are your favourites! He’s helping you a lot, not only by settling in Paris but also distracting you from the pain living in your heart.
He’s so optimistic, really a living sunshine. Always scolding you for your somewhat darker persona but it’s exactly what you need.
Felix is a busy man working as a model but he doesn’t really talk about it a lot and you don’t dare cross any boundaries, so you just enjoy his company whenever he’s with you.
In the meanwhile, his roommate, who he keeps up to date about your hopefully one day romantic platonic relationship, tries to prepare him for his awaiting heart break. Hyunjin isn’t necessarily a pessimist, rather a realist and knows his best friend all too well. Felix has been through this once before, getting his hopes up high for nothing.
But still he doesn’t want to listen to his older friend, telling him he’s not falling in love with you, knowing exactly it’s a lie.
So, like every Friday and Saturday, he finds himself sitting next to you at a random bar, trying all the shots they’re offering at this place. Until the next stranger starts talking to you, aware of the lack of tension between you and the boy next to you, taking his chance.
Even though he seems to be a somewhat decent man and you do think he’s attractive, these past bar nights you couldn’t quite find interest in any potential person. You can’t define it yet, but there’s a tiny desire that’s growing bigger and bigger with each day, hoping to spend your night with Felix, only the both of you.
It’s not even meant in a sexual way – although you’ve had some really explicit dreams this week but you’re still trying to push that thought away – you simply enjoy his company, no matter what the both of you do.
So why are you even talking to this other man?
Said man excuses himself, leaving for the bathroom and only now you realise Felix's thoughts are drifting off, he’s already scrolling through his phone, looking for the next metro connection to get home.
“Are you alright? Are you tired?” You ask.
“Tired of how this evening is going, yes,” he passive aggressively replies, his eyes staying focused on his device in his hand.
“Are you mad at me?” You speak again, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“No– this is not what I’ve meant. It’s just– all these nights end the same way. We meet up, have those comforting deep talks until a better man enters the room and you leave with him, as if you have to prove something. I don’t know.”
A scoff escapes your lips caused by his remark.
How dare he judge you like this?
“I have something to prove?”
Felix realises now he’s chosen the wrong words, even though his intention is still the same.
“Well– why are you even sleeping with half these guys, they’re not even on the same level as you are.”
What has gotten into you? The boy thinks to himself, as he prays the ground would open and swollen him.
When you don’t answer, Felix takes a sip from his drink and mumbles something under his breath, but still audible for you.
“That guy must have really broken your heart…”
Your blood starts boiling, frustration flowing through your veins, when you realise what he's said. You ignore the fact that Felix didn’t mean to hurt you intentionally.
“He cheated on me, if you want to know. With an eighteen year old college student. Over months until I caught them and he made me leave the apartment so his little fling could finally take my place. So, just let me have my freedom and cope with it my own way.”
You down the rest of your wine, smashing a twenty euro banknote on the table before you storm out of the bar.
♡
This is way more than you could have ever dreamed of. All the hard work over the past weeks finally pays off.
When your boss announced you would spend your Sunday evening documenting an exclusive event, you were undoubtedly flabbergasted to say the least. The luxurious new hits shown to you on the rooftop of an old building, presenting you with the utmost magnificent view all over the city of Paris? There’s no universe in which you would have declined this one in a lifetime opportunity.
Still, this is a work situation. Apart from all the glittery beauty blinding your vision, you have to stay professional in front of all these people. You’re doing your best and you know it, you’ve toiled hard enough for your chance.
And now you’re finally here. You still can’t believe it.
That’s why, tonight you won’t be drinking even a sip of alcohol, even though you wish to once you spot one of the models. Sure, they’re all beyond beautiful here and you really have to focus on your tasks, trying your best to not get distracted from all these pretty people.
But this one model, gliding like an elegant fairy over the red carpet, causes your breath to stand still and you’re sure your heart will do the same soon.
He’s quite tall, a face like a doll with a piercing gaze that shoots nowhere else than – right in your direction?!
Shit.
He’s going your way.
Maybe you were a bit creepy with your staring. Maybe it was a bit disrespectful and unprofessional.
How could you lose focus so easily? What is wrong with you?
Say goodbye to your dream job, Y/N.
“Hey,” the handsome stranger begins, offering his right hand for you to shake as a greeting gesture. You follow suit, as your eyes stay glued onto his porcelain face.
“You’ve taken some photos of me earlier, right?”
You hastily nod, even though you know there’s no escape anyway.
“Darling, don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong. I’ve just seen you back there and wanted to talk to you. You’re really pretty and I adore that outfit on you.”
Your mouth falls agape, whilst your head is busy nodding and trying to understand what he’s just said.
“Yeonjun.”
“Pardon?”
“My name is Yeonjun.”
You finally are able to witness his words.
“Oh– sorry. I’m Y/N,” you don’t hesitate to introduce yourself.
“You’re not from Paris, aren’t you?”
His question makes you second guess yourself for a moment, the insecurities already kicking in.
“No, no. I moved here a few months ago. It shows, doesn’t it?”
Yeonjun smiles at your shyness that he mistakes for modesty.
“Not certainly. You’re just not the typical stuck up person I usually find at those events.”
This is the beginning of an interesting night.
Maybe Yeonjun will be able to get your mind off of the fight with Felix that’s still haunting your inner thoughts – and all those other little feelings.
♡
Even though he wouldn’t trade his job for anything, today has been more exhausting than usual. Maybe it’s the importance of this gala, maybe it’s his thoughts running in circles, occupied with different issues. The different issues being you.
After your last night out, when he’s helped you yet again finding a prey for the night, Felix has come to the conclusion he can’t continue this that much longer. Of course, he values your friendship unlike anything else in this world. But his feelings are oddly painful these days.
It’s like he can feel the scent of your perfume lingering wherever he goes. Every tiny detail in this city reminds him of the time you’ve spent together.
And the fact you’re enjoying his company so much, sacrificing most of your free days for meeting him, messes with his head. Well, at least up until your fight a few days ago.
He’s clinging onto all the ‘what if’ situations.
What if it isn’t platonic after all?
What if there’s a tiny chance you like him back?
And even if you’re not ready yet, he respects your boundaries after all – what if there’s a tiny piece of hope this could be something?
But he’s convinced it doesn’t matter anyway. He lost his chance two days ago at the bar, making that insensitive comment unintentionally – of course, that’s no excuse. Even without your background story, it would have been harmful. You don’t say shit like this to friends.
Hyunjin advised him to put some rest and silence to your relationship, giving you a bit of space to rethink the whole situation. After all, his best friend predicted this huge dilemma weeks ago. But he’s no person telling him ‘I’ve told you so’. Instead, he stays at Felix’s side tonight, almost clinging to him like a little child even though the other one needs to be protected.
Felix does stupid things when he gets emotional. Especially when he’s emotional because of his romantic feelings. Hyunjin can already sense his roommate getting drunk tonight, making a scene in front of all the other models until he ends up crying in a bathroom stall, dialling your number, provided he manages to unlock his phone.
But Hyunjin is a good friend. And he doesn’t shy away from speaking the truth.
“Man, come on,” the taller one says while softly laying his hand on the younger one's shoulder. “How about we talk to some people around here, hm? I’ve heard Yeonjun will be here. We haven’t seen him in ages.”
Felix nods at the suggestion, letting the other lead the way as they walk around to find their friend. Hyunjin immediately spots his target once they head inside the venue. But he halts in place. The demise is near.
Yeonjun is standing there, in the middle of the room with none other than you. His hands gently lay on your hip and there’s no sign of avoidance in your body language. Instead, you lean closer to allow him to whisper whatever in your ear.
“You know– maybe we should get another drink first,” Hyunjin suddenly interrupts and changes the route. Felix toddles behind him, until he senses the change of atmosphere.
“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”
Hyunjin is caught between playing angel or devil, unsure how to handle the situation. But he’s sworn to himself to always be honest to his best friend.
And he’s not the one to decide if the truth hurts.
“Yeonjun is here. With Y/N. They’re flirting but I might mistake it, maybe they’re just talking.”
Felix swallows a limp that has been built up inside his throat, while his eyes flicker through the room. With the help of his friend spinning him around, he’s now able to witness the spectacle.
Without hesitation, he downs his champagne at once, completely ignoring that the glass was filled to the brim mere seconds ago. Hyunjin wants to stop him, desperately grabbing him by the wrist but Felix just shushes him away.
“There are some mistakes I have to make,” Felix explains, patting Hyunjin on the back as he heads towards his desired target – you, standing next to his friend, shamelessly flirting.
Before even being able to reach his destination, Yeonjun is already aware of his presence.
“Hey, Felix, how’s it going? Long time no see.”
He’s trying to keep it on the down low, making a scene in front of all these important people and cameras would be the worst thing for his career.
“I’m fine. Thanks. You know Y/N?” He asks then, realising just now you haven’t said anything yet.
But you don’t know what exactly. Some hours ago, you suspected it’s him, when you spotted the familiar face but you’re here for your job after all. Although, you're finished with your tasks for tonight. You just simply didn’t know how to approach him and if it was appropriate in general.
“Oh, you know each other?” Yeonjun asks now, slightly tilting his head as he points at you. “Yeah, we’re friends,” you admit.
“Yeah, friends.”
You don’t know where he’s getting that attitude from – that’s exactly what you are. Friends. Sure, you’ve thought about Felix in a romantic way before (after all you met on a dating platform) but since your expectations and principles are so far away from each other, you’ve dropped the hopes a long time ago. Plus, he basically friendzoned himself.
But, well – is this idea possibly outdated? Are you really still holding onto that lifestyle? Going to bars and clubs on the weekend just to find a mediocre looking guy for the night?
You’re clearly not. Especially not after the past few nights and particularly the last one.
The other night, when that man left for the bathroom, right before Felix made this comment, you were ready to dump the other guy and just stay there with Felix. He looked so ethereal and even though he always does, he did especially on Friday. It was also the first time in a while you haven’t had the utmost amount of alcohol as you usually have. You were simply enjoying your friend’s company.
And the worst part is – you don’t like that type of tense atmosphere between your friend and you. You don’t like it at all.
“You really did that?” Yeonjun looks at you, giggling a bit. Only now you realise you’ve zoned out for quite some time so you ask him to repeat his question. In contrary to his initial plan, Felix decided not to make a scene.
Still, you try to catch a glimpse from time to time, just wanting to look at Felix’s face. The other interlocutor notices you’re being absent and he respects that. From his neutral perspective he perceives the unspoken issues between the both of you, so he doesn’t push further. Even though he enjoyed your presence.
“So…” you start once Yeonjun is out of sight, hiding your hands in your dress pants pockets.
“How are you?” Felix asks first, always the gentleman.
“Well, fine career wise. I’m so glad about this opportunity,” you reply, knowing this is not what he was talking about.
“That’s not what I meant.”
His eyes are searching for any concession in your face, but you’re just staring at your shoes.
“I’m sad. I’m tired. I’m furious about what you said, if I’m honest,” you admit, keeping your gaze fixated on the marble floor.
“Yeah, I’m deeply sorry about that. It was never my intention to hurt you.” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. “Maybe it was just my way of getting back at you.”
Why did he add that last sentence? Felix, what are you doing?
“Okay. Alright. Don’t remember when you had a reason to be mad at me but if that’s the case maybe we should end this,” you say – his words were your final straw.
But Felix doesn’t quite comprehend why you’re the one playing the role of the drama queen again.
“End what exactly?!” The volume of his voice increases now but it’s not loud enough to make other people suspicious. “Me following you around those bars every weekend like a dumb puppy just for you to find a guy who’s half decent enough for you so you allow him to fuck you?!”
He can’t be real.
“What the fuck is your problem, Felix?”
Your words almost drown out his own now, as you feel your blood boiling.
“You are my problem. No– you being so dense not to realise why I’m mad and why I can’t keep doing this.”
Are you supposed to smell what he’s referring to here?!
“You could have just told me. We do plenty of other cool stuff throughout the day. Don’t you appreciate that?” You ask him back, hoping to turn the whole atmosphere around.
“I do, Y/N, I appreciate every second spent with you. But I’m tired of being treated like a boyfriend, showing you all the stuff in this city, going out for breakfast, lunch and dinner just so you can sleep in another man’s bed.”
Ouch. That hurt. And not in a way that it hurts you in particular, but you’re finally realising now that you’re the villain. How must he have felt over all these weeks and months?
“It’s not your fault. It’s more that I’m mad at myself for doing this. It was a mistake from the beginning. I’m sorry,” is all he says before leaving the venue.
♡
You’re glad your boss has no problem with you leaving already, after all you’ve done an excellent job throughout the whole evening. Picking all your belongings – almost forgetting your umbrella in the process – you rush out of the venue and head towards the next metro station.
Felix is ahead of you, even though you can’t see him but you know the route by heart. You almost stumble over your own feet when walking down the slippery stairs, the sign reading ‘Arts et Métiers’. Unluckily, the train goes off right before your very nose, making you wait another five minutes.
Once you finally reach his apartment, the building’s entrance slightly agape, you run up the stairs before you knock at the wooden front door.
Visibly caught off guard, he allows you to enter. He’s still dressed in the black clothing from earlier, his long dark hair laying on his shoulder, while he sips some water. That’s definitely what he needs right now after all the champagne Hyunjin wasn’t able to hide from him.
“Why are you here?” He asks, handing you a glass of tap water as well. You chug down half of the liquid at once, before smashing the item on his kitchen counter, a loud ‘thud’ echoing through his studio apartment.
“I–“ you start, until you realise you followed him without a proper plan. “I don’t know.”
“That’s all you ever say. You don’t know.”
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to gather some strength. “Yes. I don’t know what I want. I’m just confused, alright? I like you, I like you a lot, okay? My heart broke a little when you referred to us as friends, even though I’ve never made a move on you.”
Gaze glued to the floor again, just like earlier at the gala, you don’t notice Felix walking towards you.
“Then what’s stopping you? Why are you hiding?” He gladly asks, keeping the conversation going even though you’re not prepared in the slightest for his question.
“Lix– I’ve told you I’m not interested in something serious.”
Why did you even come to his place when it’s all the same shit excuses you always use?
“You’re just afraid of getting hurt again, that’s all. We don’t even have to be something serious right from the start. But at least give me a chance.”
Why is he still so kind and considerate when you were the one unintentionally playing mind games and keeping him waiting for you?
“Okay– yeah I am, I admit it. I’m fucking terrified,” you finally manage to be honest with him.
“I know it’s hard to trust after what you’ve been through but there’s no reason to get suspicious or scared whenever you’re with me. Has there ever been an occasion I made you feel uncomfortable?”
No, there hasn’t. Not even when he said the things two days ago. Even then, you understood his reasons. You feel so safe around him, if not the safest you’ll ever feel.
“I’ve always felt secure with you. Also– fuck it,” you decide, knowing there’s no going back now anyway, “deep down I was praying for you to make a move on me. At one point I just thought you weren’t interested.”
Felix looks at you with big eyes, unsure where you’re going with your confession.
“I have to be honest now. The past weeks– these dudes at the bar, I didn’t go home with them. I was hoping for you to get jealous and take me to your place– it’s stupid I know.”
He scoffs, before leaning closer to you, caging you between the counter behind you and his body, as he places his hands right next to you on the stone surface.
“Fucking stupid,” he whispers in your ear and lets goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
You simply gulp, desperately hoping for him to make the next move. Apparently Felix is able to read your mind, as he smashes his lips onto yours with the utmost passion, until you’re almost unable to breathe. His mouth dances with yours, tingling strings of desire are shooting through your veins, as he captures your face with his hands.
You lose track of time, you can’t tell if it’s been seconds, minutes or hours that he’s been kissing you, but his lips feel so good against yours that you don’t complain. The movements deepen, as he pulls you closer to him, his hands trailing down your body until they pass your hips and land on the backside of your thighs.
Grabbing your legs, he helps you sit on the counter, whilst his mouth never leaves yours. He’s kissing you as if you’re his oxygen and you return that desire. Until his lips disconnect from yours, a string of saliva still keeps the both of you together, similar to how you’re staring into each other’s eyes.
But his gaze flickers down soon, right before he attaches his mouth to your neck, making his way down until your clothing prevents him from continuing speaking his preferred language of love. In the blink of an eye, he’s opened the blouse, taking his time, as he places a kiss on your chest for each button he’s freed.
“Does this feel good, angel?” Felix makes sure, once he looks up at you for a second.
“Yes– please keep going.”
“Such a good girl.”
To get better access, you get rid of the fabric completely, as the black silk meets the floor and your bralette follows soon, landing on top of it. Breasts now on full display, Felix works his way towards his target – one of your sensitive buds – as his hand is busy massaging the other one.
Your head falls back in pleasure and for a second you’re afraid of losing balance over your body. The feeling sharpens, when his free hand travels between your legs, gently brushing your clothed core through the thick fabric.
“Don’t tease,” you speak, when his fingers slowly slide into the belt loops of your trousers, pulling them down in one swift motion.
“Trying to give me instructions now? After you’ve waited for me to make the first move?” Felix chuckles, before getting back to work. His fingers brush over your lace, making your whole body shiver once you realise how soaked the fabric is and he laughs again when he notices.
“Can’t believe you were trying to make me jealous with all these men, sweetheart, when you already know you belong to me.”
That possessive side of him arouses you even more than you would have ever expected and he catches it, catches you being helpless, when he grazes over your heat again. The sensation spreads through your whole body and you’re getting impatient now.
“Felix– enough with the teasing,” you order or rather try to do so.
“You’re such a brat. Throwing yourself at all those guys who aren’t even half good enough for you just to get some reactions out of me and now you’re the one trying to give instructions?”
“N-No– I-I wasn’t–” you stutter.
“Shut up now, before I change my mind. I’m still mad at you for treating me like that when you’ve liked me back all this time as well. But it’s your lucky day, darling, maybe the following punishment will get some sense into you.”
There’s no moment to question what he’s doing, when a long stripe meets your bundle of nerves, Felix’s saliva mixing together with your wetness that’s leaking through the fabric.
“Can’t wait to find out how you taste,” he says before sliding down the last remaining piece of clothing – and pride – that you have left. He gets up from his current position for a second, as his eyes lock with yours.
“Open,” he orders, while his fingers brush over your mouth. You decide to follow suit this time, as you part your lips and allow him entrance. Your tongue circles around his digits, as you grab his wrist for better stability. While your gaze holds onto that innocent image, he keeps staring at you with pure lust.
After he’s pulled out his fingers, he captures your lips for another kiss, while, simultaneously, his hand makes its way down again. For better access you spread your legs a little wider, presenting him where you need him the most. Felix immediately gets aware of your wishes, that’s why he doesn’t hesitate and glides his fingers over your wetness.
“Please–“ you cry out and he’s decided he’s done with teasing, finally. The sensations drawn on your bundle of nerves instantly floods your whole body, each and every vein by now possessed with that satisfying feeling he’s donating.
His lips find their way to your neck again, but they aren’t a guest of continuity. Kisses land on your chest next, before they wander down and travel to your breasts again – all while Felix pushes a single finger inside your tight walls, making you clench around him in eagerness.
He pulls out again, just to add another one right after, before he starts with a slow pace, thrusting in and out of you.
“Look at you, what a good girl. Finally being honest and allowing me to make you feel good. You should regret the day you friendzoned me.”
You moan out in pleasure, even though you know he’s not entirely right with his statement. So, beside all the overwhelming feeling, you still manage to stand your ground.
“‘t was you– it was you who friendzoned himself.”
Suddenly feeling empty, you realise he’s pulled his digits out again. “What was that?” Felix asks, his strict staring burning holes into your skull.
“You– you were the one to decline my offer when we matched on that app.”
A stinging sensation spreads through your whole body, when Felix slaps your pussy, visibly done with your behaviour.
“Even though you’re correct, angel, you were the one making me jealous when you could have just already admitted your true feelings,” he says, as his jaw clenches in slight frustration.
Why do you have to be such a brat about this?
“Are you gonna talk the whole night or are you finally gonna fuck me?” You ask, playing with the hem of his button shirt. Felix scoffs at your question, while he lowers his body until he’s on eye level with your glistening cunt.
“You’ve just caused me to decide to take my time with you, darling.” He winks at you before continuing his initial task, as his fingers spread your folds but this time he attaches his mouth.
“Fuck– Lix, please,” you cry out, not quite sure what you’re begging for exactly. But at this point you don’t even care anymore – you’d let him do anything to you, as long as he’s making you feel good, worshipping your body.
Felix hums against your wetness and his kitten licks collect your sweet juices, while his fingers expertly slide into your heat again.
You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, one of your hands keeping you balanced on the kitchen counter, the other one playing with his hair and guiding Felix’s movements.
The familiar feeling welcomes you again, the rope in your lower stomach threatening to tighten, practically on the verge of snapping.
“Right there,” you scream, when he finds that spot inside you, his finger’s pace increasing while the dance of his tongue never changes the rhythm.
And then it hits you. White stars fill your vision, as you tip over the edge for the first time of that night, repeating Felix’s name like a mantra. He helps you ride out your high, until you come back to your senses – at least somewhat.
“You’ve done so good, angel,” he praises you and you’re sure you’re about to melt if he’ll call you by this name again. “How about we continue this on the bed, hm?”
You nod at his idea, a soft smile decorating your face. But that’s simply not enough for him.
“Words, baby,” he instructs.
“Felix– please–“ you whine.
“Please what? You’ve gotta tell me what you wish for.”
It’s all fun and games for him. He’s enjoying this a bit too much but can you blame him?
“Please– just fuck me already.”
He could just give in at this point. But he’s not ready yet.
“Are you sure, darling? Want me to fuck you, hm? Not one of those guys from the bar?”
You groan, not believing he’s playing with you like that.
“No, Felix, I only want you. It’s been only you all along.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabs you by your thighs again, before he walks the both of you to his bed.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Your back softly hits the coverlet, the comfy cushion feeling gentle against your naked skin. As you’re making yourself comfortable, Felix gets rid of his clothes as well, tired of all the waiting.
“Wow,” is all you’re able to let out once you see him without any fabric hiding his body. You’ve never expected him to have such an athletic figure even though you shouldn’t be surprised – he’s a successful model after all.
Now of all time, he gets a bit shy at your indirect compliment. His cheeks shimmer in the sweetest shade of red but once he observes you laying there, all eager for him as you spread your legs, your fingertip sliding over your lower lip just before you grab one of your breasts in an attempt of seduction, he’s back at it again.
Positioning himself right between your legs, one of his arms balancing his body weight on top of you, the other one busy stroking his veiny cock, he starts teasing your entrance. Juices mix together, as he spreads them over his length before slowly pushing in.
Felix takes his time with you, making sure you have enough time to adjust to him filling you to the brim. Once you’ve communicated you’re ready, he starts thrusting into you.
Starting with a not so fast pace, his eyes lock with yours again. One of his hands caresses your cheeks, before he places a kiss on your mouth, none of his movements ever stopping.
Slightly changing the angle by laying one of your legs over his shoulder, he succeeds to brush that spot again. You hold onto the headboard for dear life, as he keeps pounding into you without any mercy.
“S-so– fuck,” you cry out, only mindless babble leaving your lips by now, making the man towering above you chuckle in success.
“Darling, are you already too fucked out to speak? Fucked dumb from my cock?”
You still somehow manage to nod, as a satisfied smile decorates your face.
“Who’s making you feel that good?”
You really want to answer his question, you’re done with teasing by now, you really are. But it’s so hard to follow this simple task when your mind only revolves around how deep he’s burying his length inside you.
“You– only you,” is the maximum of syllables you’re able to breathe out, almost inaudible for Felix.
But it’s enough for him.
It’s enough affirmation and beside that he can’t keep going any longer either.
Especially, when he brings his fingers to your clit again, drawing circles just like he did earlier, and you moan at the top of your lungs, he feels himself getting closer to his own relief again.
“Felix– please,” you beg without having any clue what you’re asking for in specific. At this point, Felix just keeps going with his thrust, trying to outbid you with the volume of his voice, when your name leaves his lips yet another time.
“Close– please,” you mumble, shutting your eyes close as you feel tears run free. Felix swipes them away by placing a soft kiss on your cheek while, internally, losing his mind because of the view of your helplessness.
“G-Go on, baby, I’ve got you.”
And so you do. A second later, the feeling in your lower belly starts spreading through your whole body again, this time much more intense than the first one.
As your walls tighten, Felix senses his climax is in reach as well, so at the last moment he pulls out, spilling his seeds all over your stomach. Once he’s milked his cock all empty, the last remaining drop landing on your soft skin, he collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck, we really should have done this sooner,” you admit some minutes later, when you’re both a bit calmer again.
“I told you so.”
You chuckle at his sentence.
“But you know what? We’ve got all time now to make up for it.”
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