#the way he leans against the pole 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[violixs]

LETS JUST SIT A WHILE

lee felix x reader

fluff, bf2l, almost unmentioned college!au

cw: lots of kissing and making out ><

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i swear this started off soft, but rn i’m just working on spreading my slightly needy lix agenda because it is the only thing i can think about 😵‍💫 i hope you enjoy! pls rb if you do, all and any feedback is highly appreciated <3

The first thing that brings a tugging feeling to your stomach is the proximity between you both.

From where you’re sitting, you feel as though you could count every single one of Felix's freckles a million times. Maybe, you could even see every shade of brown and gold within his irises, and from the way his glossy eyes are refusing to leave your own, you think you might have already. When he breathes out, you can feel his warm breath tickle at your skin, but it’s not as unpleasant as you thought it was going to be. In fact, the only feeling present is that of being overwhelmed—by the boy facing you, his body inching closer, your own tugging towards his as though you’re opposite poles of a magnet.

It shouldn’t happen. You can’t do this. Despite the faux blond looking at you as though you have the secrets of the world and the answers to all of his problems, you don’t think you should lean in any further. How long have you been friends now? You can’t even remember the date of the first time you met because it was so long ago, but the date of when you first saw him like this has also become hazy.

That change in view ruined it all, and now you don’t think it’s possible to control yourself when his lips are practically touching your own.

When they finally do, it feels right. A hum of satisfaction and relief escapes from his throat when your lips push back against his, and he wastes no time in going back for more, as though you’re going to disappear. Of course you won’t be here forever, but you’re not going anywhere right now, you don’t even think you can bring yourself to pull away.

When they finally do, it feels right. A hum of satisfaction and relief escapes from his throat when your lips push back against his, and he wastes no time in going back for more, as though you’re going to disappear. Of course you won’t be here forever, but you’re not going anywhere right now, you don’t even think you can bring yourself to pull away.

Magical isn’t the right word to describe it. It’s neither of your first kisses, and you’re sure you’ve both done more than just kiss, too. The way his mouth moves with your own is slightly clumsy and the way your tongue darts out to find his own is unpracticed, but that doesn’t make it a bad kiss. It’s not magical, but you are more than convinced it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had, no matter how awkward and clumsy it may be, because Lee Felix is kissing you like he wants you more than anything in the world and you are kissing him back as though you've felt that way forever. That is what makes it special—not a magic spark or any sudden feeling.

Eventually you have to pull away for air. Your eyes open slowly and you can feel them flutter into a smile at the sight of the boy in front of you. He’s panting, just like you, and his cheeks and ears are tinted a gentle crimson while his eyes shine with both lust and a deeper emotion you can’t quite unpack. Resting your foreheads against each other, pecking any exposed skin that’s close enough to reach your lips, the two of you sit in each other’s grip for a steady second.

His head is down, almost like he’s hiding the flush that paints his face delicately, but you’re doing the same thing. Nervous, excited. You feel like a tea kettle on a stovetop that has almost finished boiling, and is just starting to squeal. “Lix,” You begin, and you can feel the steam spilling out of you before you can stop.

He doesn’t reply with words, instead the press of his puckered lips against your jaw indicates he’s heard what you’ve said. In a selfish way you wish he’d have just responded with a simple yes, because your heart strings are already being strung like a guitar and you don’t know how much more you can handle.

“We can’t do this just because we have a lot on our plates and we both need something else—someone else—to help us forget.” The words tumble from your lips a little too fast and it’s painfully clear you don’t know quite what you’re saying. He knows you’re scratching for an excuse to avoid the reason why you kissed him back, and to excuse the reason why you keep going in for more. “I’m not ruining our friendship for a kiss just to be awkward around you for the rest of my life-“

“Who said it had to be awkward?” He asks, sliding his hand to your jaw before you even have a chance to push it away. He cuts off your sentence without giving you time to think because you’re doing too much thinking. You're thinking about things that don’t need to be focused on, when all you need to do is think about how you feel right now. Catching onto his eyes, feeling his hot hand against your skin, you feel as though you want to kiss him again. And again after that. And until you can’t breathe again because Lee Felix seems to have that sort of effect on you and you can’t even say you hate it.

But that’s the problem. You love it—so much—the way he feels as he holds your face and the way his tongue explores against your own. You aren’t supposed to love your best friend in ways like this, but it’s like you’re under a spell and can’t grab hold of yourself because it’s only seconds before you give into the desire.

It only starts off small. A kiss that reunites your darkened, wet lips and is over as soon as it starts. Then he goes in for another one, but his hand on your jaw keeps you against him for a slight second longer, and just the second makes all the difference, because as he pulls himself off you chase after him like a dog to a ball and find him instantly. It’s messy and your teeth clash slightly, but when his hands move to your waist and you have the chance to grip onto his golden locks, you can’t say no. The way his lips smirk against yours as you poke your tongue out makes knots tighten in your gut, and suddenly you pull away. You’re not too sure why, perhaps it’s the shock of sudden feelings or the impact of so many emotions at once.

However when you take a moment to pull away, you can’t help but daze at him in a trance. He’s slightly sweaty yet all it gives him is a dreamy glow, emphasised by his flushed cheeks and mauve ears. Glossy, scarlet lips look impossibly more plush and he seems to be an angel sent from hell, staring back at you like he’s fallen in love with a human.

He ghosts his hand from its hold on your waist to your flushed cheeks, his thumb gently caressing the warm skin in its hold. Almost unconsciously your lips part, and you’re left staring at him like he’s the sun, or someone who is way too good to let go of. This time, his thumb softly runs over your lips, still swollen from his kisses yet beautiful in a way that makes his own heart speed up. You look like you’re his.

Deep voice quiet, he calls out your name and in seconds every bit of focus you have left returns to him. “There are no rules to this- to anything. And more than that, I am not kissing you because I have ‘a lot on my plate’,” He pauses, and you think if you weren’t completely hypnotised by him you would be sending him a mean glare. “I’m doing this because I want you. I want to show you that I want you and that’s what I'm doing.” He finally breathes out, words resonating in your ears and you don’t know how to feel.

He’s your best friend. He has been for a long time, and you hoped he always would be. When he leans in to kiss your forehead, despite the sweat and hair that sticks to it, you know he still is your best friend. You know he always will be that, and so much more, and you can’t complain about something you’ve wanted for forever.

The two of you don’t really move after that. On Felix’s bed, in his dorm that he shares with one of his classmates, you both seem to melt into each other’s arms. You fall into him and he wraps his arms around you as if you’d run away if he ever let go, tugging you to lie on the mattress and come closer to his body. Your face is flush against his chest and in the position you’re in, you can feel his heartbeat against his rib cage, and it lulls you to sleep within minutes. It’s not normal exhaustion, it’s the fatigue that hazes over your mind after emotional roller coasters that you don’t expect to face, but you don’t regret it one bit.

Felix tilts his head down ever so slightly to look at you, caged against his body and fast asleep, and the sudden wave of love that hits him is entirely overwhelming. There is no doubt about it, he’ll hold you like this and kiss you like he did for as long as you let him.