— matters with sub ! felix 💭
🏷️ dom!reader, sub!felix, mentions of insecurities, male squirting, size kink.
he doesn’t think he’s big. it’s not that he wants to make it a big matter. as per his words, “he bottoms anyway.”
you think that’s bullshit.
of all the things to disagree on, it had to be about his dick size. you had to prove him wrong.
you did this, of course, by giving him a dildo that matches his size.
“what’s this?” felix’s innocent eyes dilated in disbelief.
“it’s you!” your laugh rang through his ears. “not exactly you, but isn’t it close?”
in a matter of seconds, his legs melted on the ground beside the menacing silicone mount.
“what? don’t like your new toy?”
“i-i do! it’s just…” felix hovered his now-naked ass over the dildo.
“c-can i…even take it?”
“you’re only asking that now?”
your expression shifted. the rumble in your voice mirrored the deep timbre of his groan, only darker, laced with devilish intent.
you squatted down to his level. you cupped his face, rubbing the soft skin of his freckle-spotted cheek, distracting him from your other hand on his hip.
“oh dear, if i can handle it, you can too.”
with your powerful push, his ass slid down on the dildo.
he moaned into your mouth, back arching as he attempted to adjust to the inches that entered him. the both of your hands massaged his ass in an attempt to comfort him. you ignored his pleas and gasps for air.
“now you know what it feels like when you fuck me.”
you weren’t lying. while it’s true that he bottoms more, he was still an incredible top. the stretch from his size made every single time feel like your first.
“so thick, s-so long, wanna cum,” he chanted.
despite barely adjusting to the toy, he started to bounce his lower half. the sight of your boy moving on his own left you amused. you praised him as he writhed, drooled, and moaned. he kept going until his legs started to tremble.
you reached for his cock and squeezed it. shockwaves ran down his entire body, leaving him a shuddering mess, ass sunken deep on the toy.
he came all over the floor, his release clear and thin. the sight took the both of you by surprise. you licked the drippings on your hand and kissed him immediately after.
he tasted sweet.
“you squirted a lot.”
he pouted at your words. “it’s big!”
you had to laugh again. “no, no, you’re big.”
only then was felix realizing that every little thing about him had an effect on you — larger than what he expected.
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Felix + focus
(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who gained access to my blog for five minutes and decided she wanted my prompts list)
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It's bad luck, and you know it's bad luck, but you can't stop yourself from sneaking across the hall as soon as nobody is looking. You close the door as quietly as possible behind you and turn around, fully prepared to tease your husband to be, only to find him standing before the mirror, shakily adjusting his tie.
Felix is muttering to himself as he struggles with keeping his hands steady, smoothing them down the sides of his pants, once, twice, three times, and then he catches your eye in the mirror, and he freezes, and something about it reminds you of a deer caught between bright headlights.
"Sorry," you giggle, approaching him with your heart thumping wildly in your chest because this is actually happening, and he's going to be what you wake up next to every morning, and those hands will help you cook dinner and those eyes will look at you and call you beautiful and - and you're getting carried away. "I couldn't wait."
You reach out for his hand as soon as you're close enough, twining your fingers together. You can still feel him shake despite it, and the small smile he gives you is wobbly at the corners, and his eyes are crinkled in that anxious way that he claims he doesn't do, and you tug him closer, reaching your other hand up to curl around his cheek.
"Hey," you whisper, his eyes catching yours. "You're okay. Everything's okay. Focus. Focus on me." You press your forehead against his and hear his chest stutter with a long exhale. "I'm right here."
"I'm sorry," he says as soon as he's able to, blinking fast. Leave it to him to apologize over things that don't require one. "I was just - my mom left to go find something, and I was standing here alone and I just got to thinking and then I - " Another breath, this one calmer than the last. "I just don't want to mess anything up. On our day."
"You could never ruin our day," you tell him, and then your smile grows because you can't help yourself and he knows how you are. "Even if you did, I'd still treasure it all the same."
It does work in dragging a laugh out of him, genuine and carefree. "You're going to make me worry all over again," he throws back gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You're beautiful, by the way."
"Can you still act surprised when you see me walk out? My mom already threatened me," you ask, and then his lips pull into a smile you'll never forget as he moves closer, lips brushing lightly against your own.
"My mom threated me too," he admits quietly, and then he's kissing you, and you can't help but wonder how any of this could ever be bad luck when it's the luckiest you've ever felt.
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