#sensitiveandhungry

felix doesn't notice the change that's come over you, he just continues on finishing up breakfast. you move to sit on a stool behind the counter while he serves up the food and then you eat together, him leaning against the counter across from you, talking about his plans for the day between bites of food. 

when you both are done he starts gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink. you quickly interject. "oh, let me do that. you made breakfast so i'll wash the dishes." 

"it's alright sunshine, i can do them. it's really no big--" his words die off in his mouth as you round the counter and he really notices what you're wearing for the first time this morning. his t-shirt that you grabbed from the floor in your sleepy haze this morning hangs loosely across your frame, the hem hitting you mid-thigh. you don't miss the way his eyes rake over you hungrily or the way his throat rolls as he swallows thickly. "what are you wearing?" his words come out in a rasp, his voice suddenly deeper than it was just moments before.

"your shirt..." you say, a hint of confusion in your tone as you wonder over the sudden drastic change in his demeanor. it's like this is the first time he's seen you not wearing pants in the morning, which is odd considering it's a pretty regular occurrence for you. in fact, most of the time, you're wearing much smaller shirts that cover a lot less. 

"why?" you're taken aback by the almost accusatory tone in his voice and you start to fiddle with the hem of the short, suddenly nervous. 

"sorry, it was just the first thing i grabbed off the floor this morning. i didn't think you'd mind. sorry, i can go change." 

"no, no, no. i'm sorry," he rushes the words out, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "i didn't mean it like that, it's just..... it's just that you've never worn one of my shirts before." 

"what? of course i've worn your shirts before, i--" you stop when the realization hits you. "oh my god, you're right." 

"yeah.....so i was just a little surprised to see you in it." he takes a small step towards you, his gaze darkening. "very pleasantly surprised i might add."

"yeah?" 

another step closer. "yes. very much so." 

your eyes flicker down to the outline of the growing bulge in his sweats and realization dawns on you. oh. oh.

something about seeing you wearing his clothes, wearing only his clothes, makes a possessive urge start to burn through felix. he wants to claim you, needs to mark you. he doesn’t think he can go another second without having you, without reminding you, him, and the whole world that you are his and he is yours.

"panties off. now." his words come out low and gruff, the tone sending sparks of arousal through your veins.

you quickly oblige with his request and then reach for the hem of the shirt, assuming he wants you naked. but his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist as you start to slide the shirt up. 

"did i tell you to take that off?" 

you swallow thickly and shake your head, too shocked by his behavior to form actual words. felix is always gentle and sweet in the bedroom. he has never ordered you around like this before, and something about the firm look on his face and the barked commands has heat flooding your system. you are quickly realizing you like it when he takes control. a lot. 

you let go of the hem of the shirt, letting it fall back down your frame and he nods briskly, a small smile touching his lips. “good girl.” as the short statement leaves his lips and causes your arousal to skyrocket even further, he steps closer. instinctively you take a step back. you’re not afraid of him, in fact you feel quite the opposite, but something about his sudden domineering behavior is throwing your world off center. he takes another slow step towards you, and then another, a sly smirk rising to his face as you retreat further until you bump against the counter behind you. 

he plants his hands on either side of you, tilting his head slightly to lean in closer and whisper in your ear. “seeing you in my shirt makes me want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

a shiver rolls through you at his words, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. he doesn’t miss the reaction, and when he presses his lips to your neck, you can feel the way he smiles against you. 

your head tips back as he starts to work your throat with his mouth, nipping and suckling along the sensitive flesh until your panties are absolutely soaked with your desperation for him. his hands move to your waist, slowly sliding down until he’s gripping the back of your thighs. he lifts you and your hands fly to his arms to stabilize yourself. you feel his arms flex beneath your grip, the muscles rippling in your hold as he moves you until you’re perched on the edge of the counter. 

once you’re settled, his hands move from your hips to your inner thighs, slowly separating them until you’re completely spread for him. the movement causes the shirt to bunch up around your waist and his eyes dip to your pussy, gaze darkening further as he takes in the way you’re glistening with arousal. 

“just look at the pretty cunt of yours,” he says while slowly dragging his fingers through your folds. you mewl at the contact, subconsciously rolling your hips toward his hand, desperate for more. “absolutely soaked and needy for me. all for me.”

“yes, lix!” you gasp when his thumb grazes over your clit. “all for you, just for you.”

he slowly kneels before you, withdrawing his hand from your pussy to spread you further for him. he glances up at you for a moment, gaze filled with lust, before diving in, his tongue instantly devouring you like a man starved. you cry out at the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your hand moving to bury your fingers in his hair. you barely make contact with the silky strands before his hand blindly flies up, grasping your wrist and moving it back to the counter. 

“no touching until i say so," he murmurs against your pussy, the words vibrating against your core.

you let out a whine in protest, desperate to touch him, to feel him beneath your fingertips as he pulls an orgasm from your body. but, you comply with his request, eager to please. his mouth returns to your core, tongue tracing through your folds teasingly. your hands stay planted on the counter, but you try to buck your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. he instantly shuts down your attempt, one of his hands moving to hold your hips firmly in place. he grunts a simple “no” against your pussy as he continues to eat you out, tongue lazily lapping at you.

he continues on at his teasing pace for what seems like an eternity, immediately stopping any of your efforts to get more contact. he may be the one on his knees for you, but you are ever at his mercy.

after what feels like forever of him getting you so worked up you think you might just die, he finally picks up his pace. he starts flicking his tongue rapidly across your clit and your knuckles whiten as you grip the edge of the counter harder. you have to force yourself to not reach out for him, trying your hardest to comply with his demands.

but then you feel his fingers enter you, curling to hit you just right as he pumps them in and out of you and you feel your mind go blank. in only a few moments you crash over the edge into bliss, thighs quivering as you come hard against his tongue. he continues to work your pussy while you orgasm, pulling every last drop of pleasure from your body that he possibly can.

only after you finishing coming and start to come back to reality do you realize that your fingers are entangled in felix’s hair, one of your legs now draped across his shoulder instead of spread on the counter. he slowly reaches up to grab your hands, pulling them down from his head. 

“i thought i said no touching. but apparently, someone can’t follow even simple instructions.”

before you can even fully process what’s happening, you feel yourself being picked up off the counter and being carried down the hall. he drops you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, one hand moving to push his sweats down enough to free his aching cock.

he kisses you deeply while aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with his dick. “i’m going to fuck you now, but since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, i suppose i’m going to have to help you.” he captures your wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “ready for me baby?”

unable to forms words you simply let out a desperate moan in response, the sound transforming into a gasp as he thrusts into you deeply. he starts fucking you hard, one hand keeping your wrists captive, while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. he keeps up an absolutely relentless pace until your mind goes completely blank, every cell in your body focused only on the intense pleasure felix is bringing you with every snap of his hips. 

just when you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, his hips start to stutter in their rhythm. he releases your hands to reach down between the two of you, rubbing quick circles against your clit. you feel his cock start to throb inside of you and he buries his head into your shoulder, panting as he starts to come. all it takes is a few more flicks of his thumb and thrusts of his hips before you join him in bliss, your vision going white as your orgasm crashes through you. you curse and moan wildly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, continuing on long after felix stops moving. he remains still, reveling in the acute sensation of your pussy rippling around his spent dick, pulling even more pleasure from his body than he thought possible.

finally, you come down from your high with a heaving breath, panting as you try to come back to reality. he pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you while you both lie in silence for a few moments.

“i’m sorry if that was a little intense,” he murmurs sheepishly as he pulls you even closer. “i don’t know what came over me.”

“it was intense, that’s for sure. but i definitely liked it.” you reply, snuggling deeper into his chest. “like wow, i don't think i've come quite that hard in a long time.”

“yeah?” you can hear the smile in his tone, and you nod against him in response. “i think it was the shirt. something about seeing you in my shirt, in only my shirt, just made me lose my mind.”