Felix x Reader Oneshots

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Bit o' practice for a rather self indulgent fic I want to write

This is unfinished. Probably never will be but yk, I spent too long on it to let it go to waste. Also zero proofreading, we die like men. Take it before I regret it more.

3.5 - uninterrupted version

Nsfw. Obviously.

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You could feel his lips on the skin of your back. It was gentle, warm, a sharp contrast to the harsh scrape of his work pants as his hips ground forward against you.

You could hear each hot ragged breath that brushed against your shoulder blades and sense his growing frustration as his fingers tightened on your sides. He wanted more. More than his pride currently allowed.

Felix, ever needy, absolutely loathed how much of a tease you could be. His hands itched to undo his pants and take you until you were sore, but each time he moved to do so you would tsk and call him impatient and he would back down.

You shifted in an attempt to get comfortable on the desk. It seemed near impossible. The only thing you could be grateful for was the fact that you had managed to keep a hold on your shirt after Felix had just about tore it from your body. It made a decent buffer between your chest and the hard wooden surface.

Additionally, it didn't help much that there wasn't anything to hold onto, apart from the far edge, but you preferred to keep your arms closer to yourself.

Your knees knocked against Felix's desk as his hips bucked against your ass. You shoved back onto the bulge in his pants and streams of curses spilled from his lips at the moment of relief you gave him.

His hands slid down your body to your hips, fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh as he peppered the back of your neck with sloppy kisses. Your name was whined desperately against your spine, a quiet plea to give him what he wanted.

You smiled a little at his behavior, having grown far accustomed to it throughout your relationship. He wouldn't leave no matter how much you teased and refused him, that's how Felix was. Persistent. But he would never try to take more than you allowed, which just made him so easy to play with.

You lifted a hand and he gladly took the invitation to press his face into your fingers and give his kisses to your palm instead. You traced your fingers along his lightly stubbled jaw and pushed yourself up onto your other hand.

Felix took a momentary step back as you turned yourself over to face him, but as soon as your legs spread he was flush against you once more, hands pressed to the desk's surface on either side of your body.

You rested back lazily onto one palm, the other hand lifting to run through Felix's hair as he sucked and nipped at the skin over your collarbone. A soft moan passed your lips as his hips continued to grind against you. He was too busy trying to get himself off to notice your hand leave his hair and travel down his side to his belt. You traced your fingers along the warm leather, the muscles of his lower stomach twitching under your touch. "Sweetheart," you warned and he paused, face pressed into your throat. Your other hand left the desk and joined the first on his belt buckle.

Felix's breath caught in his throat as you took your time gently tugging his belt undone. You felt a sudden hand on your thigh and you took a moment to swat it away, much to Felix's disappointment, before finishing up. You massaged slow circles with your thumbs into the waistband of his pants and he pressed forward into your touch with a sound of contentment.

You felt him lean in closer as you undid his pants, his body tensing slightly. He lifted his head to kiss you, his chapped lips faltering momentarily against your own as you freed his cock from his pants. He moaned into your mouth as you rubbed your thumbs over the head, precum oozing over your fingertips. The sounds he made as you started to stroke him sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible. Regardless of how much bellyaching he had been doing earlier about your teasing, you quickly found that that's how he liked it best. Slow, gentle, working him towards the edge methodically as you kissed back and denied him anything more. Eventually he did need more. As did you.

Felix spat into his palm and his larger hand took the place of yours and he gave himself a few hasty strokes, covering himself in a mixture of saliva and pre. He stepped in close and your hands came up to grip the back of his dress shirt. One of his hands lowered to your hip to keep you still as you squirmed forward against him.