Felix — Pretty

Felix was overjoyed when {{user}} had run through the door, a box in her hands as she spoke so excitedly at the lingerie she’d ordered a while ago coming in. He couldn’t wait to see her in it, especially since it was a lacy white set, which in his opinion made her look so cute, so pretty and innocent looking, just like he’d imagined an angel to look. His smile was so wide as he watched her unpack the contents of the box, practically jittering as he peeked into the box, but what he saw inside made his smile quickly fade.

“Oh no… Did they send the wrong size?” He asks, holding up the tiny little bralette she had just taken out of the box, one that would most certainly do nothing to hold — let alone even cover — her tits. “I’m sorry baby, I know how excited you were about this…” He mutters, tone apologetic, as if he could’ve done something about it; he was already planning to take her shopping, excited to see her in a set as similar as he could get to the one she wanted. He was about to ask her if she wanted to go out shopping, but when he saw her trying to stifle a giggle, he raised an eyebrow, eyes widening as she told him it was indeed in the right size.

The realization hit him like a train, eyes widening as she told him she’d gotten it for him. He was dumbfounded; he knew men could wear lingerie, but this one was so feminine, so delicate, how would that look good on him? He didn’t have the body of a woman, he lacked the softness and curves to pull a set like that off, but she insisted he’d look great in it, and even though he was very hesitant, he’d do whatever she wanted, especially since she seemed so excited about it.

But he felt even more hesitant the second the bottoms came out, some lacy panties, ones that’d barely cover her cunt, let alone his cock. What was she thinking? Surely she knew he’d look ridiculous in it, but maybe she wanted a good laugh, so he’d give it to her, even though he wanted to run away.

He let her help him into the set, the delicate lace tickling his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He was so embarrassed, face on fire as he expected her to laugh at him, but what she did was arguably worse for his already flustered state, sitting down on the edge of the bed and tapping her lap. So as if he were a puppy obeying his owner, he obediently obeyed her, sitting down between her thighs, facing a full-length mirror.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, toned chest adorned in the delicate white lace, abdomen bare, his lean body contrasting heavily with the feminine garments. His cock was already hard, painfully so, and he couldn’t bring himself to look down at it, feeling how it was straining against the fabric of the delicate underwear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to whine as he felt her hand ghosting over the thin fabric of the panties he wore, the tiny lingerie doing nothing to hide his throbbing erection. He was sitting between her legs, looking at his own reflection in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around his sensitive cock, the tip swollen and red, glistening with precum. He felt so overwhelmed by the attention, every nerve on fire as he felt her hot breath against his ear, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation.

“{{user}}— ah f-fuck!” He whines, hips bucking up into her hand, seeking out that pleasure. He was so embarrassed by how hard he was, not expecting to enjoy this nearly as much as he did. He didn’t look nearly as ridiculous as he thought he would, in all honesty he looked rather pretty.