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deliriousgrl-writes · 8 days ago

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Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

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deliriousgrl-writes · 18 days ago

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Felix Catton convinces female reader to ride him/be on top. She’s nervous but he talks her through it.

okay, *breathes*, felix catton makes my head spin so of course i have to write this lol.

promise// felix catton x reader

cw: fem reader, fem anatomy mentioned, male anatomy mentioned, riding felix, reader tops, felix loves watching you ride his cock

“y’so fucking sexy,” felix tells you between kisses, dragging you towards his dorm room. he can’t keep his hands off you, abandoning the silly christmas party that he’d help put together on campus just to have a moment alone with you. he pushes you against the door, his hands all over the tight black dress you’re wearing, the santa hat he’d put on for the party falling from his dark messy hair.

you couldn’t help but be at felix’s will, addicted to the attention the confident rich heir would give you. giving you a taste of his world every time he’d pull you away from the library or drag you from the oxford courtyard between classes just to have his way. he initiated it all, having no problem in taking the lead in whatever-so-called relationship the two of you had. you, his opposite, shy and quiet, never causing a fuss and avoiding attention like the plague. felix was larger than life, commanding attention in his long strides and grins on campus, everyone wanting a piece of him.

you almost fall backwards as his large hand pushes his door open, his messy dorm room dim and now surrounding you. you let him taste your lips and mouth, his tongue eager and his warm hands run up your sides. he pushes the door closed with one of his feet, grinning as he breaks away from the kiss to pull you over to his bed. your cheeks heat up as he pulls you to his side, his tall form immediately tackling your body as he presses soft kisses all over your face. “been dreaming bout this all day. then y’get all dressed up f’me and i can’t fucking think straight,” he muses against your ear, his hot breath and deep voice sending a heat down your body, “cant stop myself when it comes to you…”

you swallow as he begins pressing hot, wet open mouth kisses to your neck, soft gasps leaving you as you hesitantly reach your hand up to run through his messy hair. felix can’t help but feel so incredibly turned on, loving that when he’s kissing and touching you like this, that your quiet demeanor fades some, noises escaping your throat and your soft skin twitching for more. he didn’t know what it was about you that drove him crazy. wether it was the way you practically stumbled over your words when he’d first talked to you, the fact that you seemed in awe of him but in a timid, shy way, or the fact that your wide eyes looked at him like he was gold. you’d sent his mind wandering since day one and when he’d finally gotten you into his bed, he’d been addicted ever since. he quickly tugs his shirt and jeans off, grinning and eager as he lays on top of you again on his bed.

it didn’t take long for felix to pull your dress off your soft curves, his brown eyes darkening as he sees the lacy black bra and underwear you’d had underneath. he bites his lip for a moment before smirking down at you, his long slender fingers toying with one of your bra straps. your eyes were wide, needy even, as he smirked down at you, his heart clenching in his chest as he realized just how much he’d made the shy girl he’d first met a desperate mess to have him. it was like heaven in his gaze, watching you fall apart little by little. “matching, are we?” he smirked, seeing a red blush grace your cheeks as your breathing sped up, “this for me?” he asks you softly, mischief in his brown eyes as his index finger slides down your body and to the top of your lacy underwear. he can’t help himself as he pulls his tall form down to between your legs, his gaze on you as he leans his head down to press a long kiss to your clothed heat, “making me feel special, love.” you whimper his name, making felix smirk again as he continues to move his lips over your panties, the lace not doing anything to contain how wet you were. he’s practically making out with your clothed cunt, his eyes flickering up to you as you writhe and mewl against his mattress.

he leans up, looking up and down your body as his hand finds its way to your hip, squeezing softly when he gets an idea. felix takes no time in flipping you on top of him, making you let out a squeak and a nervous giggle, your body in the air as you straddle his hips in just your lacy black underwear and bra. felix greedily runs his large, warm hands up your thighs and sides, his eyes hungry as he enjoys the view from below. “y’look so good from here, love,” he murmurs, his lids heavy as he takes on a new form of adoration for how you look on top of him, something bubbling up in his chest from the sight.

you straddle him, out of breath and feeling a bit awkward as he stares up at you, not knowing exactly how to handle being on top of his lean muscular body like this. you let out a shaky breath when he moves his hips up a little from beneath you, letting you feel how hard he was in his boxers. you let out a sharp breath, enjoying the brief contact against your soaked panties. “tell me how bad y’want it,” he softly commands, his deep english voice making you fall apart a little more, “tell me how much y’like being on top of me like this. feeling how fucking hard i am underneath you.”

your eyes are wide as you take in his quiet demand, his voice thick with desire. once you dont answer him, he moves his hips up again, his hardness pressing into your lace panties again from below. “tell me and i’ll give you what y’want,” he says softly, his dilated brown eyes looking up at you with silent insistance.

“felix,” you breath out, your mind fuzzy from the contact of his cock in his boxers on your clothed heat, “i-i want you it’s just…”

felix bites back a grin, watching your eyes shut as your nerves take over. his toned abdomen clenches with need and amusement, knowing that you’re actually nervous to be on top. he’s not sure if it’s your insecurities or maybe your first time ever being on top of a guy like this, either way he’s more than happy to break through any of your doubts. “shush,” he commands, making you flutter your eyes open, “don’t get all nervous on me now. y’look fucking gorgeous on top of me like this. bloody perfect.”

he moves his hands up and down your thighs again, soothing you before his desire takes hold again, feeling your soaking panties leak on his clothed cock, his thoughts only growing filthier. “promise you’ll like it, love it even,” he grins, moving his hands from your thighs to his boxers, “feels really good for the guy and the girl, trust me. y’trust me, yeah?’

you nod hesitantly, blinking down at him as he pulls his boxers down beneath you. you lift yourself up a bit to help out, his fingers barely touching your legs as he slides his cotton boxers down past his knees, but not all the way. you can’t help yourself as you glance down, admiring the way his tanned, lean abdomen leads down to his hardness, unable to stop yourself from biting your lip as you see the start of his pubic hair from beneath you. he rocks his hips up against you to snap you out of it, making you throw your head back for a second from the sensation of his bare, hard cock against your wet panties again. “y’want this right?” felix asks you with a smirk, unable to not feel slightly excited from the fact that you were about to ride his long, thick cock for the first time. when you bite your lip and nod, he takes the lead and reaches down with one of his hands to push your underwear to the side, before instructing you on what to do next. “keep em pulled away like that, out of the way,” he says, his heart beat picking up in anticipation, “and lift up a bit f’me.”

you do as he says, taking your slightly shaking fingers and pulling your wet panties to the side before lifting up slightly. felix immediately reaches his hand down for his cock, moving it up against your soaked folds before lining it up with your entrance. “there we go,” he says with a soft laugh as he finally finds it, making you smile at him shyly, your chest falling up and down quickly in nervous anticipation. “now lower yourself down on me, just like that,” he says, watching from below as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. felix immediately feels how wet and tight you are as the tip of his cock enters you, his hands moving to grab your hips as you finally take all of him. you let out a quiet moan as you feel full of him, the sensation new but delicious. you stay still, already wanting to squirm from how incredibly good it feels. “told you,” felix breathes out, his brows furrowing a little from how good his cock feels buried inside you as he reminds you of his earlier promise.

he keeps his large hands on your hips, slowly guiding your trembling body up. “up and down, love. just like that,” he says softly, helping you build a slow pace as you lift your body up and down. you moan softly, already panting from how good it feels to ride his cock. “fuck- y’doing good, just up and down, yeah?”

you nod, felix’s cock deep inside you as you move up and down on his impressive length. you lose yourself in the pleasure, building more confidence as felix talks you through it. “christ! y’look so fucking sexy like this. s’pretty riding my cock, fucking angel,” felix tells you, his deep voice breathy and his brown eyes half lidded as he enjoys the view and the way your wet walls clench around him. your breasts bounce up and down in your black lacy bra, losing yourself as you put your hands on felix’s chest to steady yourself. felix pulls your face down to him, kissing you deeply before moving his hips up and down, fucking you from underneath with ease. you moan into his mouth, felix’s hand in the back of your hair as he hits deep inside you each time he bucks his hips. you slowly lift up from him, unable to keep control as you rock your hips back and forth while he’s buried inside you, selfishly beginning to chase your own pleasure as your confidence builds. felix groans from beneath you, gripping your hips tightly as you move your body on his in a perfect rhythm.

“gunna-gunna make me cum like this,” felix groans out, his chest rising and falling rapidly before biting his lip as he rocks you back and forth on his length with his hands. “y’got it love, y’doing so well. riding my dick like a fucking angel,” he groans out, making loud moans and whimpers leave your mouth. despite being so worked up himself, felix catches himself grinning at the sight of you. your cheeks flushed, moans escaping you, your eyes shut tightly in bliss as your breasts bounce while you enjoy moving yourself around on his cock. his chest warms, loving your newfound confidence and seeing the timidness you carry fade away as you pleasure yourself on his length. he feels his muscles tensing, watching you learn to slip yourself off and back on his cock with eager whines. felix’s sensitivity of the action peaks, his toes curling as he fights the urge to cum deep inside you. he wants you to keep chasing your high, keep feeling that bliss that makes your thighs shake a little while you ride him, though he’s already at his limit.

“so good f’me,” felix breathes out, his head rolling back against the soft pillows beneath his head, his brows pinched in concentration on not cumming yet. you whine out suddenly, rolling your hips against him as you slam your body on and off his throbbing cock. “use my dick, love. that’s it, use my cock to fuck y’self until you cum. that’s it. yes, yeah-fuck!” felix pants out, his head leaning up to look at you again, your hair wild and loud moans of his name leaving your parted lips. he can see that your close, feel it in the way you clench around him, sucking his length into your spongy walls. “cum, baby, that’s it. cum f’me!”

felix loses it then, seeing you yell out in ecstasy as you ride his cock with a vigorous need as you finally cum. he groans with you, moaning uncontrollably as you both finish in sweet unison, filling you up deep inside with his hot release. you collapse on top of him, his cock slipping out of you making him wince from the sensitivity he feels. you rest on his sweaty, bare chest, breathless as you both try to catch air.

felix wraps his arms around your back, holding you close as you keep your face into the crook of his neck. he feels your hot rapid breaths against his flesh and he can’t help but feel slightly euphoric after the whole ordeal, knowing that he helped you ride him until you finally snapped. he reach up with on of his hands to where your head was buried in his neck, his fingers gently moving your chin so that you’d look at him. tenderness is in his dilated eyes as he examines your post orgasm face, the warmth in his chest growing. he realizes then that he doesn’t want to lose you. something incredibly new and daunting to him.

he presses a soft kiss to your sweaty forehand and you try and steady your breathing as you look at his gorgeous face with wide eyes. he smirks, his brown eyes turning mischievous like always before his deep english voice speaks.

“told ya you’d like it.”

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