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My Man

take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man

uhhh hey! sorry it's been a while. I've been trying to get back into the swing of things by rereading some of my old fics, and while reading The Man, I remembered that I had always had a vague idea of what the aftermath of that fic would look like in the back of my mind. I decided to try and flesh it out into a fic of its own, which is um. very nsfw. I hope you enjoy!

This must be heaven. It had to be, because there was no earthly explanation for the pampering Felix was receiving. For the warm glow of candles illuminating the room, for Tamora’s soft hands massaging soothing oil into his tired muscles. He’d been confused when he arrived home and was immediately ushered into the shower, and he’d made a poor show of hiding his disappointment when she declined to join him. After her surprise visit to him at work, he’d been itching to make love to her again.

While he was sulking in the shower, she was transforming their bedroom into a peaceful haven, lighting vanilla-scented candles and covering their bedspread with fluffy towels. He was overwhelmed with love for her as she settled him on his stomach and straddled his lower back. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear to protect her clothes from the massage oil she was gently working into his skin. The massage was intimate, but not inherently sexual; he swore he could feel the love emanating from her palms as she showered him with attention. Her thumbs met on either side of his spine and he hummed as she worked the tense muscles.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” he sighed.

His eyes were closed, but he heard her chuckle above him.

“Good.”

“Y’know, I’ve never had a massage before,” he said.

“I don’t know if this counts,” she mused. “I’m not exactly a professional.”

“Mm, this is so much better than any professional massage,” he replied.

“And why is that?”

He opened his eyes, and she leaned to the side to meet his gaze.

“Because I’m in love with the masseuse.”

Often, she would tease him for such a cheesy comment, but the events of the day had softened her heart too much to make light of it. Instead, she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, eliciting a giggle when the ends of her short hair tickled his nose.

“I love you, too.”

They fell into a companionable silence as her hands branched out toward his shoulders. Her touch became more gentle as her fingertips brushed over the pink marks her nails had left behind earlier. He sighed blissfully as he soaked up her attention.

“Relaxed?” Tamora asked.

“This is amazing,” Felix nodded. “When you mentioned a massage, I didn’t realize you were gonna do all this. I feel so special.”

“Well, you deserve a little special treatment,” she replied. “You work hard, and you had a big day.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled with a smile, cheeks flushed pink at the memory.

Her fingertips ran a featherlight path over the scratch marks on his shoulders, making him shiver. From her place on his back, she could see his hands twitch, could feel him shift slightly beneath her. She smiled to herself; his desire was clear. Pumping more oil into her hand, she focused her attention on his left bicep, her slender fingers gently working the tight muscle. The more time she spent doting on him, the more she came to appreciate everything that Felix—this body, these muscles, these callused, gentle hands—did for her on a daily basis.

“You’re always doing little things to make me feel appreciated,” she said. “After I came by to see you today, I realized it’s been a while since I did something like that for you.”

“Tammy, you know you don’t have to do anything for me,” he said, his voice soft. “I’m already the happiest man on earth because I get to come home to you.”

His words quirked her lips up into a smile before she had a moment to resist. At times like this, she struggled to believe someone like Felix could exist; he was simply too good for this world. Switching to his right arm, Tamora gathered her thoughts. There was an ulterior motive to this surprise, and now seemed like the right moment to discuss it.

“Well,” she began with a smile, “we’ll need to make sure you’re in top shape if you’re gonna be building us a house.”

It took a moment before he registered her meaning. His eyes snapped open, and he attempted to push himself up and twist around to look at her.

“Lay back down, I’m not done!” she said with a laugh, gripping his shoulders to remain upright.

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, eyes bursting with excitement. “You’ll let me build you a house?”

Her gaze softened as he spoke. It was unbelievable to her that he was so excited about the prospect of completing such an enormous task, but that was her Felix.

“There’s a lot to consider,” she said, “but I think we should definitely look into it.”

He twisted further, and she recognized the silent plea in his eyes and leaned down to kiss him before he could pull a muscle and ruin all her hard work. This seemed to appease him, and he moved his body back toward the mattress.

“You won’t regret it, Tammy Jean,” he said, smiling so wide it threatened to split his cheeks. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”

“I know you will,” she said with a fond smile. “Now, relax.”

He settled back down and closed his eyes, but nothing could wipe the smile off his face. As she smoothed her hands over his back, he tried his best to relax once more, but he was so thrilled he knew the effort was futile.

“What made you change your mind?” he asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

“I’d never really thought about it before,” she answered. “I have everything I need here, and I never bothered to imagine anything else. But hearing you talk about what our future could look like, I could envision it so clearly.”

There was a moment of pause as Tamora reflected, and Felix waited patiently for her to continue.

“The more I thought about it, the more I realized you were right. It would be nice to have a place that we could make our own,” she continued. “Something that belongs to us.”

She was grateful that he couldn’t easily see her face as she spoke. While she had come a long way in terms of voicing her feelings to him, it was sometimes overwhelming to do so to his face. The love that burned in his eyes could be so bright at times that it felt like staring into the sun.

“And, with you in charge, I know I won’t have to worry about the quality of the construction,” she said, smiling along with him. She sat up on her knees. “Turn over for me.”

“Don't you worry, I'll make sure everything is perfect,” he said as he rolled onto his back. She could practically see hearts in his eyes as she settled back down on top of him. “The finest materials, the best construction, the most trustworthy crew. You can even come by and help me supervise if you want.”

“I think I’d rather put your handiwork to the test like we did today,” she said suggestively, reveling in the way his cheeks flushed at the comment.

“You’re in a bit of a precarious position to be bringin’ that up,” he replied, glancing down to where she was seated on his pelvis. “Unless you’re plannin’ to act on it.”

The glimmer of hope in his eyes made her laugh as she reached for the massage oil and squeezed more into her palm.

“Nice try,” she smirked. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

She ran her hands up the length of his torso, stopping once they reached the curve of his neck.

“This feels so nice,” he sighed, “but it’s startin’ to feel like you’re teasing me on purpose.”

Her hands glided across his chest and down his arms until their fingers were interlinked.

“Maybe I just want to see you all oiled up,” she replied with a quirk of her brow. “Ever consider that?”

He glanced away, bashful in the face of such a comment. She took a moment to admire him; the vivid blush darkening his cheeks made his eyes that much more striking. His round nose and soft jawline made him appear somewhat boyish, but the tough hands that enveloped hers were undoubtedly that of a man—strong, sturdy, and unwaveringly supportive.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” he said. He was trying to keep up with her teasing, but she could hear the slight breathlessness in his voice. “All this attention might start goin’ to my head.”

She smiled down at him.

“Good.”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his in a heated kiss and felt him exhale deeply against her. His hands quickly became restless in her grasp as he finally allowed himself to embrace the desire that had been simmering in the pit of his stomach for the better part of the day. He shifted his hips against hers and she chuckled.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, craning his neck to kiss her again.

Tamora released his hands, gently pushing him down by the shoulders until he was pressed back against the mattress.

“Me too,” she replied. “But after the way I put you to work earlier, I want you to relax.”

She pressed a few soft, slow kisses along his jaw.

“So why don’t you take it easy and let me take care of you?”

Felix shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He nodded in response to her query, and immediately he felt her soft lips on his neck. It was unusual for him to be the sole recipient of so much attention—his primary focus was always his wife’s pleasure—but she had worked him into such a state of relaxed euphoria that he couldn’t resist. His hands slipped down by his sides until they found purchase in the soft skin on her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh as her kiss became more aggressive. He huffed in disappointment when she eased off.

“Leave a mark,” he uttered, voice wavering slightly with desire.

“You won’t be able to hide it if you keep taking your shirt off at work,” she replied.

“I don’t want it hidden,” he shot back.

“Is that so?”

“It’s no secret that I belong to you,” he said. “And the fellas at work already saw the scratches you left behind earlier."

"Oops," she chuckled.

Her lips returned to his neck, and he hummed with pleasure as she sucked at his skin. A shockwave of excitement ran up his spine as her teeth sank into his flesh, and a satisfied smile eased its way onto his lips as she tended to the spot with her tongue. Without looking, he could already tell that there would be an impressive mark left behind beneath his shirt collar.

Any attempt to continue the massage was long forgotten as they both allowed their hands to roam. His hands smoothed up her back until they reached the clasp of her bra. Before he could ask her permission to remove it, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss and shrugged her shoulders out of the straps. Taking this as his cue to continue, he unclasped her bra and helped her discard it. She pressed her chest against his, and he relished the skin-to-skin contact. When she lifted herself up enough for him to touch her, he noticed that some of the massage oil had rubbed off on her, and he delighted in the way her breasts slipped in and out of his grasp.

Tamora hummed, leaning into his touch as his callused palms glided over her nipples. She pressed down on his lap, gently rocking her hips against his and taking great satisfaction in the way his hands briefly froze against her as he gasped. He was already hard, she could feel his erection between her legs as she moved, and knowing that he had likely been fighting to keep his arousal under control for hours turned her on more than she cared to admit.

Despite his arousal, Felix was in no rush to move things along. Her visit to him at work had been exciting, the sort of risk that kept things interesting. Those moments made him feel like a teenager riding the thrill of desire without a second thought. He’d never experienced that sort of desperation in his youth, and it was refreshing to throw caution to the wind when the opportunity presented itself.

But he and Tamora weren’t teenagers sneaking around, they were husband and wife. They knew one another fully, and the love he carried for her stretched to the farthest corners of his heart. What he cherished more than anything were these moments, when they shut out the rest of the world and simply enjoyed being together. As far as he was concerned, they were the only two people in existence, and they had all the time in the world. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gently pulled her in for a deep kiss, his free hand smoothing down her back and allowing his fingertips to slip just below the waistband of her underwear.

“I thought I might have worn you out earlier,” she murmured, grinning against his lips. “Glad to see I was wrong.”

“Mm, Tammy, I’ve been buzzin’ since the minute you left,” he replied. His fingers shifted further beneath the fabric, pressing into her soft flesh. “I haven’t stopped thinkin about how it felt when you pounced on me at work.”

“Tell me.”

“I just felt so…wanted,” he explained. “I know you want me. You’ve never made me doubt it. But today you didn’t care about anything else that was going on, you just wanted me right then and there…”

He struggled to gather his thoughts as she pressed heated kisses along his jawline.

“And the way you talked to me… I didn’t know a few simple words could light me up like that,” he admitted.

“Yeah? You like hearing what a big, strong man you are?” she purred in his ear.

“I like hearin’ you say that I’m your man.”

His honesty gave her a moment of pause. It went without saying that he was her man; they were married, and they had been for several years. However, she quickly realized that his sentiment shouldn’t have surprised her. She remembered quite clearly how thrilled he had been to be referred to as her husband in the months following their wedding. While the formality of these titles had never mattered to Tamora, they were clearly a source of pride for Felix. It made perfect sense that the right title would rile him up in bed.

She planned to have some fun with this discovery.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”

He shivered as she spoke, her lips pressed against his ear.

“How good it felt when my man picked me up and fucked me against the wall.”

The words drew an involuntary moan from his lips; they rarely used such coarse language with one another, and the shock alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He couldn’t explain the surge of energy that began pulsing through his veins, quieting every thought in his head until there was nothing left but desire. His hand began gently tugging at the waistband of her underwear, and Tamora grinned. She loved Felix and his polite and considerate nature, but it was always exciting when he stopped resisting the urge to take. He could take whatever he wanted from her; there was no one she trusted more.

After slipping out of her own underwear, Tamora pulled off Felix’s boxers. A renewed sense of hunger lit up her eyes as his cock sprang to life before her; she simply couldn’t help herself as her oiled hand wrapped itself around his girth and began pumping. Although she hadn’t let it show, all this waiting had been driving her mad. She felt her walls clench involuntarily as his erection pulsed in her grip, signaling her need.

Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her hips and pulled her forward until she was poised above him, and a thrill ran down her spine at his display of impatience. Finally, she put an end to their suffering and guided his tip to her entrance. Without hesitation, he shifted his hips and buried himself deep inside her. They both sighed in relief as they settled into a slow rhythm together.

“Is this what you wanted?” she spoke low in his ear.

He released a shuddering breath and nodded.

“Good,” she replied. “My man deserves a treat after a long day at work.”

“Tammy,” he sighed, winding his arms around her. “You’re so good to me.”

It overwhelmed him then, the events of the day, how seen and known and loved he felt because of her. He had spent all day fantasizing about this moment, coming home and making love with his wife, and somehow the reality was better than anything he could’ve imagined.

He craned his neck to kiss her, and Tamora met him halfway for a moment of passion. Though an almost desperate desire fueled their actions, they maintained a steady, controlled pace, allowing themselves to relax into their intimacy instead of rushing through it. There was something romantic about making love this way—holding each other close, appreciating every little sound and touch, and Felix cherished these occasions more than anything.

Before long, he felt the unmistakable twinge of pleasure in his abdomen that told him he was approaching his orgasm. An upward glance at Tamora’s face revealed that she was on the same path. The slow buildup was as delicious as it was tortuous, embers slowly building into flames that licked their insides in all the best ways. Every needy sound that escaped their lips was more desperate than the last, yet they didn’t give in to the urge to speed up their ascent.

His hands slid down her body to grab her backside and she gasped as he used his grip on her to guide her hips more firmly against his. The push and pull of his hands was gentle but insistent, and soon his own thrusts deepened, hitting her just right and causing her to cry out in pleasure. The sound was nearly enough to undo him as he struggled to maintain the unhurried pace that had come so naturally just a moment ago.

“Oh, Tammy…” he stammered, his grip weakening as he began to lose himself to pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled.

“Yes ma’am.”

His voice was breathless, both with desire and reverence. Her command renewed his sense of control, at least enough to make sure that his wife was fully satisfied. His hands squeezed and groped at her supple flesh as he helped her grind against him. She was so beautiful, and her body was so perfect in his arms, writhing on top of him, it was all he could do not to burst. No doubt she could feel his struggle as his cock pulsed inside her; any second now, he would lose control of himself, he was sure of it.

Suddenly, he felt her hips jerk out of rhythm with his, and he looked up to watch as pleasure overtook her. The sound of her moans was so sweet, and her walls clenched around him just right, he was defenseless as she pushed him over the edge along with her. Neither of them held back their sounds of ecstasy as they rode the high together, finally releasing the pent-up tension they had both spent the afternoon keeping at bay. They held one another close as they slowly worked their way back down, still panting noisily as they slowed to a stop.

Felix reached up to spoon a bit of hair behind Tamora’s ear so that he could press an exhausted but content kiss to her lips. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he closed his eyes and soaked in the moment as his body began to calm. She was a few seconds ahead of him, and he smiled as he felt her fingertips brush through his hair.

“Relaxed?”

“Mmhmm.” His smile grew as he heard her chuckle. “Now you might’ve worn me out for the day.”

“Well, I’d say you’ve earned it,” she replied. “So long as you can stay awake long enough to have a slice of the pie that’s cooling on the counter.”

His eyes slid open, looking up at her face to gauge the sincerity of her words. She smiled down at him without a trace of teasing, and an incredulous laugh escaped him before he could stop himself.

“You mean to tell me that on top of all of this,” he gestured to the candles adorning the room and the massage oil on the nightstand, “you made me a pie today?”

Tamora nodded, and the look of pride on her face made him fall even more deeply in love with her—a feat he hadn’t even thought possible prior to this moment.

“I really am the luckiest man on the planet,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I love you.”

It was almost enough to make her laugh. Felix was building them a house, but a few thoughtful acts had him convinced that he was the lucky one. She knew it would be pointless to argue with him, however. The fact that she was present in his life at all appeared to be some sort of miracle to him, and she had learned a long time ago that he couldn’t be convinced otherwise. Deep down, she held him in the same regard, and while she couldn’t express it as easily as he could, at times like this, she hoped he could feel it.

“I love you, too.”

#hero's cuties #wreck it ralph #wir fanfiction #fix it felix #sgt calhoun #my fic #of course inspiration struck with smut before anything else lol #idk man this took me way too long and idk how i feel about the ending but i just need to get it out of my drafts #the key to their marriage is that they're both constantly like 'omg how did i get so lucky'

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