⋆⑅˚₊ 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 ₊˚⑅⋆
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Warnings: kissing, oral (f rec), almost fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not!), creampie (no!!)
v4mps note: it was a perfect amount anon, thank you, sweetheart, for the request. I hope you like it!
The evening was quiet, just the two of you in his room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the space, casting shadows against the walls. You could hear the faint rustle of sheets as you both settled into the bed, your nerves bubbling up inside you, making your stomach twist.
Felix notices the tension in your body immediately. He can see how you’re trying to hide it, but he knows you too well. “Hey, love,” he murmurs, his voice soft yet full of concern. He shifts closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee. “You’re tense. Talk to me. What’s going on?”
You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat. “I-I’m just nervous,” you admit, looking down at your hands, trying to distract yourself. “It’s just... my first time. I don’t know what to expect.”
Felix doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you closely, his eyes full of understanding. Then, he moves closer, pulling you gently into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. His warmth immediately surrounds you, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re safe with me. Always. I’m not going to rush you, okay? We’ll go slow. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll listen.”
You nod, your heart fluttering at how gentle he is. Felix's hands move to your face, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he continues, his eyes full of affection. “I’ll be patient, baby.”
Your breath catches, and for a moment, you just look into his eyes, feeling that deep trust and love between you. "I-I think I’m ready," you whisper, your voice shaking slightly.
Felix’s smile is soft, full of warmth and pride. "Are you sure, love?" His hand moves to your waist, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your body as if he's already memorizing every inch of you.
You swallow hard, but you nod. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
He takes a deep breath, as if to steady himself, before leaning in and kissing you softly. His lips are warm against yours, slow and tender. Felix moves with such care, as though he’s cherishing this moment. His hands slide down your sides, moving under your shirt, pulling it up gently. You lift your arms to help him, and he pulls the fabric off, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. He stops to look at you, his gaze full of admiration, his eyes tracing every inch of your body.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he breathes, his voice full of awe. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”
You feel a little breathless, the way he looks at you making you feel exposed, yet completely cherished. His lips move down your neck, trailing soft kisses that send shivers down your spine. Felix’s hands gently unhook your bra, his fingers slow and careful as he pulls it off, never taking his eyes off of you.
His lips trace the path down your chest, kissing the soft skin of your collarbone. His hand moves to your waist, gently guiding you onto your back. He hovers above you for a moment, his body close but not quite touching. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath warm against your skin.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks softly, his hand resting on your cheek as he leans in to kiss you again, this time deeper, his tongue brushing against yours.
You nod, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. Felix pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. "We can stop whenever you want, okay?"
“I’m ready, Felix,” you whisper, your voice full of trust. “Please.”
His expression softens, and with one more kiss to your lips, he moves lower, his lips trailing down your body, kissing and nibbling on your sensitive skin. He stops just above your underwear, looking up at you for confirmation.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice thick with desire but still gentle, full of care.
You nod, and with that, Felix slowly slides your underwear off, his fingers caressing your skin as he does. His hands gently spread your legs apart, his face soft with admiration as he looks at you.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I can’t wait to make you feel good.”
He takes his time, moving with such care. His lips trace the soft skin of your thighs, his kisses slow and teasing. You moan softly at the feeling of his touch, your body already aching for him. His tongue flicks out, teasing you gently, and your breath catches in your throat. “Felix...” you whisper, your voice a mix of desire and nervousness.
He looks up at you, checking for any sign of discomfort. When he sees you nod, he continues, his tongue circling slowly, savoring the taste of you. The pleasure builds gradually, the slow burn making you gasp with every gentle stroke.
"You feel so good, baby," Felix praises, his voice low and full of desire. "So sweet. I’ll make you feel amazing, I promise."
His fingers gently slide down to your entrance, teasing you in rhythm with his mouth, making sure you’re comfortable with every move. You begin to feel the pressure building inside you, your body responding to him with every flick of his tongue, every whisper of praise.
Finally, when you're close to the edge, Felix pulls back slightly, looking up at you, his face flushed. “You ready for me, baby?” he asks softly, his voice a little ragged.
You nod, the desire building up in your chest as you feel him move over you. Felix moves up, positioning himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours. His voice is low and gentle, but you can hear the yearning in it. “I’m going to go slow, love. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You bite your lip and nod, and with a deep breath, Felix slowly enters you, stretching you. The initial sting takes you by surprise, but Felix is right there, kissing your lips softly, his hands gently gripping your waist, giving you time to adjust.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice full of praise. “So tight, so perfect.”
His pace is slow and steady, and with each thrust, he gets deeper, his body pressing against yours, his lips brushing against your neck. His hands roam gently over your skin, reassuring you with every touch.
“You’re amazing, love,” Felix whispers between kisses. “So beautiful. I’ve got you. Just relax, baby.”
The pace starts to build, slowly, gently, as Felix becomes more confident, but never rough. His thrusts are deliberate and deep, drawing out every soft moan from your lips. He pulls you closer, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub at your clit, adding more pleasure to the mix.
“Felix...” you moan, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you feel the pressure building again.
“You’re so perfect,” Felix breathes out, his voice shaking slightly with his own pleasure. “I’m so proud of you.”
You feel the tension building in your body, your release coming closer with every movement, and when it finally hits, you gasp, your body shuddering as you cry out his name.
Felix follows right after you, his body trembling as he moans your name, his movements slow and deep as he fills you. He stays there for a moment, his body pressed against yours, both of you catching your breath.
He pulls out slowly, his body still shaking slightly as he moves to lie beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kisses your forehead gently, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft and full of affection. “I’m so proud of you.”
You smile up at him, feeling safe and cherished in his arms, the world outside of this room completely forgotten.
“I love you,” you whisper.
“I love you too,” Felix says, kissing your lips gently.
And in that moment, everything feels perfect.