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♡ teasing with felix

↝ felix x reader ↝ wc: 3.8k ↝ warnings: dirty talk, mentions of rough sex, choking, f. masturbation, dry humping, mature topics ↝ summary: your boyfriend thinks no one can make him come in his pants ↝ masterlist

if felix puts his mind to something, he can do many things, but you don’t want this to be one of them. it just can’t be.

it all starts innocently when the couple on the show he's watching talks about their sex life and the girl mentions how the guy came in his pants. when hearing that, felix scoffs and says the show is bullshit. “please, this is so unrealistic,” he mumbles to himself as soon as the couple mentions the topic. "who buys this?"

“what, making someone come in their pants?” you can’t help but feel intrigued by the comment.

felix doesn’t talk about sex much, even though you two have a lot of it. it is something meant for the bedroom, something intimate and private, shared between the two of you. he is the most loving and caring partner you’ve had, that’s for sure, but also the one who talks about sex least. so, hearing felix make a comment about sex so openly, without being asked, sparks your interest instantly.

“absolutely,” felix agrees with a shake of his head as if he just can’t believe how stupid the premise is. “do they make these for teenage girls or what? coming in his pants, please…”

“so i take it you’ve never come in your pants, baby,” you tease, squeezing his thigh as he visibly stiffens, sitting on the sofa next to you. you’re not sure if that’s because of your touch or your words.

“of course not,” felix now seems happy with himself, but you can see that his jaw is clenched hard as you continue to hold onto his thigh. “i’m not desperate.”

the way he stresses the word convinces you he really means it, which just interests you more. “oh, so you think guys who come in their pants are desperate?”

you instantly know you have to make felix blow his load inside his boxers now, you just have to.

“pretty much, yeah,” he clears his throat and focuses on the show again, clearly wanting to steer clear of the topic, his cheeks tinged red.

“you think you can’t come in your pants?” you can’t drop the subject, not when imagining him whining and panting and coming all over himself feels so good. “i couldn’t get you to do that?”

felix is pretty stoic and patient. he can go down on you for hours before asking you to touch him, dragging things out for as long as you want to, aiming to please at all times. but, you also know your boyfriend loves your touch and that he can come pretty quickly if he’s not trying really hard not to. so hearing him being so confident about this was just… interesting.

“babe, i love you and you’re the most attractive person i’ve met. if i haven’t come in my pants around you yet, that’s because it’s never happening,” felix faces you for a second just to give you a warm smile before continuing to keep up with the show he just called teenage girl material. interesting how he finds it so exciting now that it’s time to hide from your shameless gaze.

“why don’t we try?” you ask and a second later find yourself on his lap, straddling it.

“what are you doing?” felix mumbles at you, but you can tell he’s not mad—it’s just not the way you usually do things. but, nothing about this situation is usual.

“proving you wrong,” you chirp before leaning in to kiss him, which felix gladly accepts, deepening the kiss while his hands find purchase around your waist, gently kneading the skin.

after that one kiss, felix tries to watch tv over you, letting you sit there but clearly not thinking about entertaining your idea any longer, which makes you try harder. giving up without a fight is not your thing, so you roll your hips into his, hoping to get him hard.

“you’re such a child,” your boyfriend shakes his head and tries to focus on the tv as if the show is that much more interesting than you sitting on his lap. usually, you’d take offense to that.

but, you know felix is stubborn and is only doing this to prove his stupid point, which you took to heart earlier. so, you roll your hips into his crotch again and chuckle when you realize that your actions have an effect on him, whether he wants to admit it or not.

felix just clears his throat and narrows his eyes as he stares at the screen, but you can see the corners of his mouth quivering into a smile. he loves being teased just as much as you like doing it. the next step is pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it on the floor, which gets felix’s attention instantly, mainly because you don’t have a bra on, and your breasts are practically in his face.

“please,” he scoffs after he gets a good look at your chest, quickly looking over your shoulder to keep watching the show. “drop it.”

“why, baby?” you tease, wrapping your fingers around his neck, their tips scratching the back of it, which usually gets him purring. “scared you won’t be able to make it?”

“it’s not happening,” felix says but you can hear him gulp when you roll your hips against him. the fact that you’re in a skirt is making things harder for him—the only things stopping skin contact are your panties and his sweatpants. he breathes the words out, suddenly sounding not so confident, “give it up.”

“are you sure? you don’t want me on you?” you give him a fake pout, but it works. felix looks up at you with a grin the very next second.

“you can stay on me, forever if you want to,” he cocks his head to the side, his voice sounding deeper now, confidence exuding from it, “but i am not jizzing in my pants. you can forget that.”

“you’re 100% sure of that?” you lean in again, resting your forehead against felix’s, breathing in his scent.

“mhm,” your boyfriend hums in agreement and rubs your sides. “i’m not saying you’re not getting me hard or that i don’t want to take you to bed right now… i’m just saying, you won’t make me come like that.”

you accept his challenge and lean in, the side of your face close to his, allowing him to keep watching this dumb show of his over your shoulder while you tease him. even if felix doesn’t come from this, you’ll make him come in a different way, so it’s all good.

once again, he shows you just how much self-control he really has when you start nibbling on his earlobe, your hips moving in circles over his erection, giving it just the right amount of pressure—and felix stays silent with eyes fixated on the screen, the only thing moving is his chest as he takes a deep breath.

“you smell so good,” you breathe into his ear before starting to place kisses down his neck, leaving a wet trail on purpose so it tingles when you blow air over it, which is exactly what you do a couple of seconds later, getting him to grunt deeply. and that’s something you love hearing, something that could always get you going. “i just want to be close to you.”

“me too,” felix responds right away, not wanting to leave you hanging when you tell him something that moves him. he loves hearing that you love him and miss him and want to be with him—it’s what gets him through his day, the relief at the end of every long week he spends working. “always.”

“mhmm,” you moan against his skin and stop rolling your hips. instead, you shift all your weight to your crotch and sit down over his erection. “i love it the most when you’re inside of me… i feel so close to you then.”

you’re telling him the things he likes hearing because they will work. this is felix’s weakness: compliments, letting him know you need him and love him, and you both know it. he clears his throat and side-eyes you before giving the screen his undivided attention again. “me too, babe, me too.”

“how much?” you ask him, your breath hitching in your throat as you wait for his response.

your boyfriend doesn’t talk about sex much outside of the bedroom, when you’re about to do it or during the act, and right now, he’s keen on pretending he is not interested in sex. therefore, there’s a high chance of him ignoring you just for the sake of it.

for a second, felix contemplates it—he could just pretend to watch this stupid show and let you wonder about his response. when you sigh so sweetly, he can’t resist, “a lot.”

you chuckle happily and start kissing your way up to his face, peppering kisses all over the side of it, making felix feel pampered. five minutes ago, he was watching a show and now he is the center of your attention, getting rubbed and kissed, orgasm seen as his loss. he almost chuckles to himself, but lets you play with his face and neck, lets your fingers tug at his hair as your crotch presses into his own, his erection getting painful, still confined to his sweatpants, so far away from you.

“i like it a lot too,” you tell him with a slight moan, remembering the last time he was inside of you and how good it felt. “love how well you fuck me.”

these words instantly make your boyfriend gulp loudly—he wasn’t expecting you to be this straightforward. you usually are, but only when he’s inside you, not when you’re chilling on the sofa like this, and it messes with his mind in a good way. “mhm,” he hums in agreement, completely flustered.

“you know you have the perfect dick, right?” you are completely honest once again. you’ll win this game fair and square by telling felix the absolute truth. “when i first met you, i thought you were this shy, cute guy…”

he nods at this since he’s heard it before. isn’t that what everyone thinks about him? the cute kid with a doll-like face, not exactly boyfriend material. how he even got a date with you was beyond him, let alone getting you to be his girlfriend.

“the goody-two-shoes type… the type you take home to meet your parents,” you suggested, now kissing his lips gently. “not the type of guy who is so fucking good in bed. not a guy who has such a pretty dick… who can stay hard for such a long time…”

felix kicks his head back and grunts, and you can tell he’s annoyed with you. he wanted to prove a point but he’s failing slowly, your words getting to him. you talk about his dick a lot when it’s in your hand or in your pussy, but never like this, and felix wants to fuck you badly. he loves knowing you need him.

“but you are,” you say, cupping his face as you start to move your hips again, careful to drag your slit across his length, over his sweatpants and your underwear, which is wet at this point. you can feel it whenever you move away from him, the air hits the wet spot and it makes you shiver.

“good with your mouth,” you pause just to kiss him gently, taking your time while rubbing your lips against his. it gets felix to groan into your mouth, and you know you’re on the right path.

then, you continue, “with your tongue,” and shove your tongue in his mouth, letting them rub against one another for a while, enjoying the way felix is hungrily kissing you, even though he’s trying hard to pretend he’s not weak around you.

he shifts uncomfortably, which causes even more friction between his cock and your slit, and you both need more. “fuck,” he grunts as you pull away, your fingers tangled in his locks, pulling them softly.

“with these fingers,” you say as you bring his hand up to your mouth and suck the thumb into it, tongue instantly swirling around it, wetting it before you start sucking, cheeks hollowed, eyes looking down at felix’s sweet face as he bites down on his lower lip.

you look just like you do when you’re sucking his cock, and he can’t help but stare. what show? the only one he cares about is the one you’re putting on for him as you press your pussy into his crotch harder while sucking his thumb like it’s his dick.

you suck the finger dry and let it leave your mouth with a grin. “and, of course, your dick. who would have thought that such a dainty guy has such a nice, thick dick?”

felix’s cheeks redden, your statement making him all flustered. he knows you like having sex with him, of course, but he doesn’t think he’s that special. the reason you like sex with felix is that he’s a good boyfriend and treats you with love and respect and always tries to do his best to please you—that’s what he thinks, anyway, which is why hearing you say this about him does make him look away with a chuckle.

“stop!” he tells you but the way he presses his lips to suppress a smile tells you he doesn’t really want you to.

“why, baby?” you giggle, hands flying down to the hem of his shirt and sneaking under it, fingers grazing against his naked skin, moving up to his chest. when felix feels the pads of your fingers over his nipples, he hisses and opens his mouth, as if he’s going to moan, but he stops himself in time. “afraid you’re going to come?”

“not at all,” he says, quickly clearing his throat when he realizes how shaky it sounds. “no.”

“hmmm,” you gently graze his chest, dragging your nails down to the hem of his sweats, determined not to touch him before he comes. you’re not sure if he’s close but you can tell he’s enjoying all of this. “then i’ll go on… and thank you once again for treating me so nicely on saturday.”

saturday was a big day for you two—you finally had the day all to yourself, so felix made sure you spent it doing activities you don’t usually get to do often, like have a picnic together, go out to eat, and explore the city, find a nice coffee place where you could hang out and rest for a while before going to the fair.

when you got home, felix decided to show you just how much he’s missed spending time with you, and he showed his appreciation by eating you out for what seemed like hours and then fucking you even longer, leaving you a whiny mess that clung onto him tightly for the rest of the night. you didn’t want to let go of him for a second, your bodies naked and intertwined as you both dozed off, your lips placing soft pecks all over his chest, shoulders, face, making him feel safe and loved. his favorite.

the best part? since you had drinks after dinner, felix let himself go a bit and even got a little rough with you. at one point, he pinned your hands down and fucked you from that position, limbs stopping yours from moving even an inch, hips smacking into yours from above, fucking you into your next orgasm.

later, when he was on top of you again, felix wrapped his hand around your throat, and that got you all worked up, making you feel insatiable all over again. the contrast between how sweet his face was and the hand that was grabbing your neck was enough to make you moan his name over and over again, both of you enjoying the newfound thing to bring into the bedroom. so, you thought it would be good to mention this to felix so he’d remember it too.

he simply nodded and exhaled loudly. after that, his breathing got heavier, and you continued to make things so hard for him by rubbing your pussy against him, now desperate to feel more friction, to get your clit to rub against the hard erection under those sweats.

“want to see how much i like you?” you ask him as you buck your hips into him.

felix is a weak man, so he eagerly nods, and gets sad when you move away from him slightly, pulling your hips towards his knees. when you do that, he finally notices the wet trail you’ve left all over his dick as you rubbed yourself against it, and his dick twitches.

you’re so close to him, he can practically smell you, and that just makes felix wants to taste you. “so wet,” he chuckles. “just because of this?”

“because of you,” you grin, shifting your feet up on the sofa and spreading your legs for him, enough for felix to get a good look at your wet white panties that are sticking to your pussy, outlining every single curve, making him want to dive straight in.

you know he’s close, you know he wants to touch himself or you, but you don’t want to give in, so you move your hand down and start to rub your clit over your underwear, eyes focused on felix as he stares at your crotch, teeth playing with his bottom lip as he zeroes in on your fingers.

you’re turned on by the very sight of him, so it doesn’t surprise you that he feels the same way. besides, you’ve been applying pressure to his cock for a while now and saying a lot of things that got all the blood to flow down to his dick, so you don’t blame him for staring. but, just this won’t be enough to get him to come, you think, so you slide one finger under the hem of the underwear and drag it down your slit to your hole, circling it, moaning while doing so.

“babe, this isn’t fair,” felix says with a grunt, hands balled up in fists at his sides, desperate to touch either one of you. he misses you badly even though you’re right there, and his dick is twitching to be in any one of your warm holes.

“why not?” you shrug and shove the finger inside of you up to the knuckle, moaning lasciviously and arching your back, knowing your boyfriend loves that. you’re putting on a show for him and acting just the way you act when it’s felix who’s fingering or fucking you.

“fuck,” he mumbles and shakes his head, unable to look away. you never act like this around him, tease him this way, do everything in your power to make him come while not touching him properly, touching yourself for him to watch. you’ve never done that before, and felix is already a fan. he could watch you play with your pussy all day, but the need to touch you would overpower him. “does it feel good?”

finally, you got him to say something sexual. in a way, at least, but it’s good enough coming from someone as timid as your boyfriend. because of this, you’re quick to respond, “it does, but not as good as you… i miss you.”

he almost chuckles because you’ve had sex this morning before work. your usual cuddling session turned into slow love-making in a matter of minutes, warm bodies rolling in the sheets, neither one of you wanting to leave the bed and face the real world. felix doesn’t laugh, though, not when he misses you too, and wants you all the time. his feelings come out in the form of a moan as he notices your finger moving in and out of your tight hole slowly, slight squelching sounds filling his ears.

“i miss you too,” felix finally says when he realizes he hasn't responded, getting too lost in thoughts about just pushing you onto the sofa and latching his mouth onto you. “want to taste you.”

as if those are the magic words, you pull out the finger coated in your juices and bring it up to felix’s mouth, which sets him off—his hips buck up into nothing and you instantly jump back on his lap, starting to rut against him, your finger in his mouth as he sucks on it, incentivized by your smell and taste, needing to be inside of you. god, it smells and tastes just as good as he remembers and he wants to dive into your pussy head first, lick you clean, get you to scream his name.

“are you gonna come for me?” you ask as you grope your breast lasciviously, grabbing felix’s face and moaning at him, your hips going so hard you think you’re going to come in your pants. “if you do, i will pull your sweats down and lick it all off you, baby… i want to taste you too. and then you can bend me over and fuck me as soon as you’re up again…”

not even a minute later, felix starts moaning in a high-pitched tone, and you know he’s done, so you rut against him even harder and enjoy the way he grabs your thighs and lets his fingers sink into your flesh.

you want to focus on his face—he’s always so pretty when he comes, face frowning in pleasure—but you can’t look there, not today. your eyes fly down to his erection and you enjoy realizing he’s spraying cum inside his sweats, the wet spots appearing quickly, staining his clothes as felix moans and grunts and holds onto your thighs hard.

“hmmm,” you moan and reach down to rub his dick with the palm of your hand, and felix sighs as the last drop of cum leaks out of him, his head falling back onto the sofa. “no one can make you come in your pants, huh?”

you were right, clearly, just like you both knew you’d be, but felix doesn’t want to go down without a fight. he did just come in his pants and he feels sticky and kind of perverted, but it’s worth it just because you look so turned on by the sight. still, he wants to show you who’s in charge.

so, your boyfriend gulps and lifts his head, hand flying to your neck. this makes your breath hitch in your throat, excitement immediately rushing to your core. he squeezes it gently, but hard enough for you to feel the constriction. there’s just something about the heat that surges from his crotch whenever he gets to treat you this way, grab you tight, pin you down, get to fuck you like he really wants you, until you beg and cry for him, too much pleasure wrecking your pretty body.

felix speaks to you in that low voice of his, eyebrows cocked up, “what happened to you licking it all off me? it will harden, be quick.”

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