Felix

Your boyfriend was an adorable little ball of sunshine. Nobody could disagree with it. He also loved to make people happy. That's just what he did. But the one Felix loved to make happy the most? Was you.

You were leaning against your bedroom door while Felix knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the back of your thighs, his tongue diving deep into your pussy while you ran your fingers through his hair.

You felt one of Felix's hands withdraw from your thigh, only to start rubbing your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. He heard the moan you let out and smiled. There was nothing he loved more than pleasing you.

You looked down at him, your eyes glazed over with the pleasure. You whispered softly to him, making sure he heard your firm words. Despite his tongue in your cunt, you were still the one in charge.

Now, make me come, baby. You drawled out, and his efforts increased tenfold. He pressed his thumb against your clit a tad harder before he moved it and started sucking on it, his tongue flicking at your hypersensitive bud of nerves. He inserted two of his digits into you, curling them just right, in a way that made you see stars.

After you fell back from your high, you looked down at him and gave him a smile. Good boy. You muttered, and he smiled proudly, standing up to kiss your lips. He loved pleasing you, and he loved hearing how much he pleased you even more.