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⋆ 🦢 starving ; l.fx

Smut
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You were hungry for food but Felix was hungry for something else

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You were sprawled out on the couch, the only thought going through your head was food and how hungry you were.

  "Felix, I'm starving," You whined, looking over at him. "Can we please order something?"

  Felix glanced over at you, his eyes dark with something that wasn't hunger. He shifted uncomfortably to find some relief for the growing hardness in his pants. He looked away, seemingly lost in thought, but you were too focused on your growling stomach to notice.

"Felix, seriously," you groaned, rubbing your belly for emphasis. "I can't concentrate on anything else."

Felix remained silent, his eyes flicking back to you briefly before he looked away again. The tension in the room was palpable, but your hunger was starting to override everything else.

"Are you even listening to me?" you huffed, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice.

Felix looked at you, his eyes momentarily locking with yours before he turned his attention back to his phone. His lack of response only heightened your irritation, and you rolled your eyes in frustration. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you grabbed your phone to order something yourself.

Just as you started scrolling through the delivery apps, Felix's voice cut through the silence. "You're hungry, huh?" he asked, his tone teasing yet carrying an edge.

"Obviously," you replied, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "That's what I've been saying."

Felix's eyes flicked back to you, darker than before. "Well, I'm hard," he stated bluntly, his voice steady and low. "So, what's more important?"

You blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness. "My hunger, obviously," you began, but Felix interrupted you, leaning closer with a predatory look in his eyes.

"Wrong," he said, his voice firm. "My dick."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a flush creeping up your cheeks. Felix's intense gaze never wavered, and the room's tension seemed to double in an instant.

Before you could formulate a response, Felix moved quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. Your breath hitched as he positioned you between his legs, the unexpected shift leaving you momentarily stunned.

"Felix, I—" you started, but he silenced you with a single look, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided your head downwards.

  Felix's hand tightened in your hair, and you felt a mix of anticipation and arousal course through you. His other hand moved to your waist, fingers brushing lightly against the waistband of your shorts. As you took him into your mouth, Felix let out a low groan, his grip in your hair guiding your movements.

  The taste of him filled your senses, and you hollowed your cheeks, working him with increasing fervor. Felix's breathing grew heavier, his hips twitching slightly in response to your efforts. Just as you found a steady rhythm, his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your skin.

  You let out a muffled gasp around his length, the unexpected touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Felix's fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of your underwear before slipping beneath. He found your clit with ease, circling it gently as you struggled to maintain your focus on the task at hand.

  "Fuck, that's it," Felix groaned, his voice rough with desire. His fingers moved with expert precision, teasing and rubbing in time with your movements. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you felt yourself growing wetter with each passing second.