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Felix is trying really hard to be respectful, because this is a first date and Chan is the most gorgeous girl he’s ever met, and even though her tits are huge and she’s wearing a low cut wrap dress, Felix shouldn’t stare. Even though he wants to.
(What he really wants to do is stick his face in there, but he definitely can’t do that. But maybe later. Hopefully later.)
“And then the whole thing fell on top of me and ruined my shirt,” Chan says, outraged, and Felix tries to make an appropriate noise in reaction. He isn’t sure what she was talking about, but the thought of anything on her chest, sliding down, skin wet and glistening —
“Felix?”
Felix blinks and looks at her. He should pay attention. He knows that. That’s like, rule number one when taking someone out on a date. Pay attention to them. Don’t stare at their chest or try so hard not to stare at their chest that you miss what they say. “Sorry,” he says. “I need. I dunno. Caffeine or something.”
Chan’s expression falls. She pauses, and then sighs. “I know I’m boring,” she says. “Everyone I’ve ever dated tells me so.”
Oh shit. Now Felix feels like a huge cunt. “No! No. You’re not boring. I really just — I couldn’t sleep because I was so nervous. I don’t go on many dates, especially not with women as beautiful as you.”
“Oh.” Chan blushes a pretty pink, from her ears and cheeks down her chest. Felix looks resolutely at her face, except her face is gorgeous and her mouth —
“D’you wanna get out of here?” Chan asks, biting her bottom lip. “I live close by. We could order in. Maybe something more intimate would calm you down.”
Felix gets half a stiffy from the thought. “Yes,” he says. “Please. Yeah.”
—
They met in a coffee shop. Felix dropped his croissant on the way to his table and, not only did the plate shatter all over the floor, but he didn’t have enough money for another until payday. He couldn’t even sneak it off the floor because everyone heard the stupid plate and saw him scrambling to pick it up!
Anyway, he sat at his table and drank his stupid sweet coffee and pouted only a little bit, and then a woman in a crop top and skinny jeans and a belly ring put the most perfect looking croissant in front of him and Felix is pretty sure his brain short circuited and has yet to come back online.
He asked her out, and she said “Don’t you want to know how old I am first?” and she said, “I’m thirty one,” and “I’m too old for you, I think.”
Felix told her he’s twenty-five and, he’s not ashamed to admit it, begged a little to get her to agree to dinner.
And now he’s in her apartment, surrounded by fresh, pine-y scented candles and a gorgeous pink velvet couch that he absolutely needs to fuck her on.
There’s time for that, though.
They order in, noodles or something, and Felix eats some pressed next to her on the couch. It’s firm with a little bounce, and soft, won’t cause a rash, which is good. He files that away for later. As the night goes on, Chan’s dress gets looser around the waist, the slit of it in the front falling open, revealing her pale knees and thighs. Felix wants to touch.
“Noona,” he says, even though they’re in Sydney and have mostly been speaking English to one another, he feels like — Noona is correct. “Can I kiss you?”
Chan blinks at him, her brown eyes gone even bigger. She blushes. Felix’s dick is so hard.
“You really want to?”
Felix nods. Chan sets her plate down, and turns toward him. Felix leans in, practically climbs in her lap and kisses her, swallowing her surprised little “oh!” and finding relief in the soft pillow of her lips. Nothing has ever felt as good as this.
He maneuvers them, presses her against the back of the couch and straddles her lap. She feels good against him, soft and smooth and strong, giving as good as she’s getting. She keeps making little noises, sighs and gasps and moans that have Felix pressing closer. He keeps his hands respectful, tangling in her hair or tracing her jaw and ears (which seems to make her moan the most), and not touching her chest even though it’s literally all he wants to do. Her hands are on his waist, nearly spanning the whole of it, which makes him shiver in pleasure.
“Noona,” he mumbles, kissing down her jaw and neck and under her ear. She moves her head, giving him access. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh, fuck, please,” she says, and Felix goes right for the silky smooth skin of her breasts, spreading her dress open and revealing her tits. She has pasties on, no bra, and the knowledge makes Felix’s dick kick in his jeans. He moans a little. He’s not proud.
He peels the pasties off, gently, running his thumb over the slightly irritated skin around her areolas. He kisses down her chest, a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other. The sound she makes when he takes the bud of her nipple between his teeth will probably feature in all of his jerk off fantasies for at least six months. He stays there for a time, alternating, letting his hand slip lower and lower until he can feel the lacy edge of her underwear.
She moans when he gets his fingers on her, her hands squeezing his hips so hard they might bruise. That sends a thrill through him.
“Noona,” he says, sliding off the couch and onto his knees on the floor. “Can I eat you out?”
She looks down at him, her eyes heavy and mouth swollen and god, Felix is sure he’s in love. He must be. She nods.
He flicks her dress all the way open, tugs her by the hips so her thighs are on his shoulders. He presses his mouth to her, over the thin fabric of her underwear, moaning against her. He peels them down with his teeth, just to make her laugh, leaves it hanging off one leg so he can spread her out and get his tongue on her.
She tastes good, tangy and musky and perfect, and Felix uses one arm under the small of her back to keep her how he wants and the other he uses to slide his fingers in her. They go in easy. His fingers are fairly short but they’re thick, and she takes two like it’s nothing. He works his tongue over her clit and fucks her with his fingers until she’s shaking around him, thighs squeezing his head so tight that he’s afraid his head might pop off. What a way to go, though.
He lets her come down, eases his fingers out of her and tips her sideways on the couch, laying her out and crawling over her. She takes her arms out of the dress sleeves, wraps them around his neck and kisses him. Felix groans against her, whimpering when she hooks her knee over his hip and brings their crotches together.
“Oh, you wanna fuck me?” she asks, color high on her cheeks and eyes bright.
Felix nods, scrambles out of his shirt and pants and rifles around for a condom. She pulls him up before he can find one.
“I’m on the pill,” she says, “and I haven’t had sex with anyone for three years, and I’m allergic to latex.”
“Okay,” Felix says dumbly, trying to process all of that information, and then Chan wraps her hand around his dick, says “oh fuck, you’re huge,” and lines him up with her wet pussy.
Felix sinks in on instinct, moaning at the feel of her, how she looks under him with her hair splayed out and chest heaving. Fuck. He’s gonna come in like two seconds.
He rolls his hips, gasping at the feeling. He’s never actually fucked anyone raw before. He hasn’t really had a lot of sex period, and is mostly going on instinct, and Chan doesn’t seem to mind. Her legs tighten around him and he bucks into her, encouraged by her moans. He tries to go slow, make it last, but she feels too good and he’s too close, so he ends up going fast and rough, chasing his own release more than anything. He does have the forethought to sneak his hand between them and get his fingers on her clit.
“I’m gonna, noona, I’m gonna come,” he says, groaning, his rhythm going sloppy.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, in me,” she says, tightening her legs so all Felix can do is grind into her. “Please, baby, in me.”
Well. She said please.
He comes with a pathetic noise, his hips jerking helplessly, spilling inside her. She comes right after, squeezing his sensitive dick and shaking so hard she digs her nails into the couch cushions.
Their heavy breathing is the only sound in the aftermath. Felix doesn’t think he’s ever come that hard in his life and he’s not sure he ever will again.
Chan’s legs fall from around him and he leans back. “Oh,” she says gently, when he pulls out, his come leaking out too. “You — There’s so much.”
“Uh, yeah,” he says, feeling awkward. “I. Uh. Was really turned on.”
Chan smiles at him with a little laugh. “You’re so sweet. This was good. Thank you.”
That sounds like — a dismissal, almost. Like she thinks he won’t want to do it again and again.
“Will you be my girlfriend,” he asks. “I mean. Can I take out out again? For real.”
Chan looks at him, considering. “You don’t care that I’m — older?”
Felix shrugs. “I don’t care. I like you. I’d like to know you more.” He wants to know everything about her, actually, but that feels a little creepy to say.
Chan smiles, wide and pleased. “Then yeah, we can go out again. But first we should shower.”
And who's Felix to disagree?