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Hihi Vale, it’s that same anon that asked for reader to bathe jabber bc he stinks!!! I was lwk wondering if we can get reader riding jabber while wearing his sweater!!! so basically soft dom reader and power bottom jabber!! take ur time and have an awesome day twin!!!!
XOXO - ANON
18+ minors dni - riding jabber <3
“ffuck.. ma” jabber said gripping on to your waist, the room smelt like sex & the smell of vanilla after washing his hoodie eariler.
you wrapped your hands around his throat while constantly ramming back to his cock, he his rings digging to your waist each time.
“jabber!.. nghh— feel so good” you moaned out, gripping on his throat each time you slammed yourself back on to his cock.
“p-princess… slow down— ‘m gonna cum in this pussy if you— fuckk” jabber chocked on a moan. you smiled, giving him hickeys on his collar up to his temple. he eventually lifted his hips to slam harder into you. making you gasp and tear up before speaking up.
“hmm— can’t handle my pussy n-now?” you struggled to say. his fat tip hitting your cervix each time you slam yourself back onto him.
“i can..— fuckk t-this pussy all mines” he grunted, smoothing your hips. all he can smell is that vanilla laundry detergent which made him go insane. it wasn’t long enough until he managed to grip your breast under the hoodie.
“j-jabber!!” you moaned out, the room fill with wetness sound, your moans against his moans.
he finally looked at you before pulling you into a deep kiss, his cock finally bullying your g-spot. making you moan through the kiss.
he pulled away, strings of salvia connecting towards your and his. “finally found it..” he chuckled slamming his hips towards yours.
“n-not gonna last — nghh! jabber!” you said, gripping on to his throat more harshly, he could barely breath but he found that attractive.
“y-yeah mamas.. choke the fuck outta me— fuckk this pussy feels good” he grunted. you soon lost your strength to keep riding him, so he helped you, slamming 10x harder than you were earlier.
“j-jabber!.. ‘m gonna cum..” you cried out, scratching his chest with his long nails until he bled. he moaned softly.
“g-gonna let me cum in this p-pussy?..” he asked, while lowering your body against his face. kissing you through the clothed hoodie.
“m-mhm!!.. ‘m cumming!!” you moaned, clenching on to his cock. the coiled on your lower belly finally broke, making you release all over his cock.
“fucckkkk mamas..” he grunted, holding you in place before shooting his warm cum inside of you. marking your gummy walls with his cum.
you both stayed in the same position, breathing harshly. he smoothed your waist before lowering you down once again to kiss your neck.
𝒢𑄺 — getting revenge on jabber after he doms you !
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“mm, fuck— keep going, slut.” Jabber groans, forcing you to swallow down more of his thick cock as you gag wetly around it. He twitches in your mouth whilst holding your head down, momentarily restricting your breathing just enough for you to glare up at him with tears in your eyes.
he lets go of your hair and starts fucking your face with desperation and need. his hips show no mercy, heavy balls smack against your chin with each of his thrusts, the room filling with your chokes and his grunts. “gonna—haah, gonna cum.”
he snarls down at you as he yet again grips your hair “look at me.” he commands, drinking in the raw sight of you struggling to take his length, fresh tears pooling at your waterline from how deep he plummets.
“mmmhmmmf” you slur, his dick restricting your words as he twitches once more. He groans your name deeply, finishing hard down your throat, making sure you don’t waste a drop as you swallow it down.
he tilts his head back as he catches his breath, missing the dangerous glint lingering in your eyes. you stand up, and its not long before your hand snakes around his neck, squeezing. Jabber looks down at you and swallows hard. “oh?”
pushing him back onto the bed your lips find his, both of you whimper in unison, he tastes his own cum on your tongue as it dominates him.
breaking away to slide him inside, you find your pussy wet from sheer action of sucking him off. a loud moan rips from him, hips bucking up to yours as the sensitivity overwhelms his senses in the best way possible.
your nails scratch across his chest and abs, mixing pleasure with the slight sting that comes, and it wouldn’t be Jabber if he didn’t like that. “s-shit! dont stop—mmmhf—!” he cries, voice breaking slightly as you scratch harder— not enough to leave blood, just so red marks trail across his skin.
slamming your hips down onto him, you tug at his hair sharply as his back arches off the bed. “keep that up ‘n ill cum already—”
“cum then, i’m not stopping you.” you whisper, already close yourself. He finishes hard, already broken down into cries and moans as he fills you with cum. it felt like it was endless, pulse after pulse of white spilling deep into you. He goes limp under you as you finish too, chest rising and falling as he smirks. "damn, girl... i wan' another round— keep up with me, yeah?
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・ ꪖ/n : @okaga48 i hope you liked your surprise that you accidentally spoiled for yourself 🥹 the things i have heard her say she is gonna do to Jabber are insane…
Warnings: Oral( male and fem reci), Step father & Step daughter, Cheating, forbidden
Au Note:This was a request by someone close to me, enjoy!: 1k words
The TV buzzed as the romantic comedy played in the living room. My mom and her -most recent- husband were lounging on the couch, drink in hand. However, I wasn't focused on the movie, no. I was focused on him. Her husband.
She wasn't serious about him, she never was. One man after another sauntered in here year after year. Only for the same thing to happen over and over, but misery loves company, and my mother was never alone. Usually they weren't worth a damn, but this one was different.
This man looked at her differently; yeah, he was smart. He knew that she wasn't in the marriage for a long time, but simply a good one. With his dark hair and pale skin, pretty brown eyes that saw straight through you. I had a feeling he was trouble; I knew it the moment he held me in his arms for the first time.~
Now, moms looking drowsy, her glass tipping in her hand as her eyes drift close. "Honey, maybe it's time for bed. You have an early morning tomorrow" he encourages her in that gravelly voice of his, but his attention isn't on her. It's on me. There's a subtle heat there that lingers and grows the longer our gazes mingle.
She nods and mumbles something incoherent. Leaning on him for support as he guides her to their bedroom. When they're gone, I turn the TV off and make my way to my own den, continuing the movie on my flat screen.
The room is dark when the door finally creaks open, the muscled form of my step-father looming in the doorway. Even in the dark I can see the smirk playing on his lips, the desire in his hues, the bulge already growing in his pants.
"Hey Princess." chills cover my arms, his tone laced with something potent.
This is wrong
The moonlight dances over his skin as he stalks across the room and I can't help but wait in anticipation for his touch, the memory of last night still lingering in my mind. The feeling of his body against mine, the beauty of our secret sins. Featherlight touches beneath the sheets and behind these closed doors.
I just cant help myself.
He's in front of me now, calloused hands trailing up my arm, skating across the tops of my breasts and grabbing me by my chin. He forces me to look up at him from where I sit on the edge of the bed. I expect a domineering grin -it's not that in the slightest. His expression is almost pained, a desperate look in is eyes. Dark brown locks framing his stubble laden face.
His thumb slides over my bottom lip before he asks, "Baby, Daddy needs your help, can you do that for me sweetheart?" He nods toward the prominent bulge in his jeans, the zipper straining against him.
"And if I don't want to?" the snark response escapes faster than I wanted it to, and the crease between his brows deepen. His hands move from my chin to my hair, gently tangling his fist in it. There's a gentle push against my scalp, a forlorn tone to his words.
"Please princess, there will be rewards. I promise"
I don't say anything more. The only sounds filling the space are that of his zipper. The clinking of the belt against the hardwood floor and the disparity of his moan as I engulf his flushed pink tip into my mouth. I swallow him down, my tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of his shaft. His grip in my hair tightens as I give him a harsh suck, moaning from the taste of him. He's so beautiful like this, his head thrown back and umber waves a scattered mess. I watch him closely when I press my lips a little harder, the suction of my mouth intensifying.
His hues fly open, his gaze crashing with mine as I bob my head down his length. There's a sheen coating his brow-line, and a sudden urgency to his thrusts, small grunts escaping into the darkness after each one. He's uses me, his sack slapping against my chin and nose brushing his pelvis with every movement of his hips. I grip his thighs if simply to hang on as he drives himself closer to the edge, a frantic tension clouding his movements.
I shouldn't want this.
But when he grunts, "I'm right there baby girl, don't you dare stop." I do nothing but listen to my Step-father as he fucks my face. His hand is gripping harder now, hips pistoning in and out of my mouth, then his rhythm stutters, and he groans low and sensual. I suck on his thick head in pulsing vibrations that has his release sputtering into my awaiting mouth. I'm careful not to waste a drop as I lick him clean. Like I was never there. "Don't think I'm done. Spread those beautiful thighs love. Lay on your back."
I follow his instructions, laying on my back with my legs spread wide. The red lacy panties I wore on full display for him. The thin material is soaked in my arousal and only growing more damp by the second.
"I wish you could see how gorgeous you look like this." His cock is thick and heavy between his thighs, still glistening in the moonlight with my saliva.
"We shouldn't even be doing this." I mutter, glancing away from him. His hands are immediately on my thighs, pushing my panties to the side and running a finger along my weeping pussy. He brings the finger to his mouth,
"Since when has that ever stopped us?" without another thought, he sucks his finger into his mouth, a growl making its way to my sensitive ears. Then his mouth is on me, tongue delving between my folds and lapping up all the arousal he caused. He licks, sucks and utterly ravages my flower. His groan of approval only making me even more wet as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
The hot muscle making me spasm and grip the sheets, my knuckles turning bone white. I moan, the sound low and languid. He keeps up the assault, two fingers now prodding at my entrance, slowly pushing deeper while he devours me whole. He pumps his fingers, curving them into that delicious spot that has my back arching and my sight filled with stars. He pumps, sucks, and swallows me down until I'm coming apart around him.
"Cum for me, baby girl. Daddy's here to help." My earth absolutely shatters into pure bliss. Sparks light along my skin, the pressure that he carefully curated snapped. I moaned-screamed almost. My body writhing, hips bucking against his face while I ride out the orgasm he so skillfully delivers. My grip on the sheets loosen and his face finally rises from between my thighs. His chin covered in a sheen of arousal. "You're so beautiful."
Especially when she’s eating something she loves. The smile that crawls up her lips and lives in her cheekbones. It’s what keeps me going most days.
She’s inspiring, hardworking and kind. All the aspects you’d want your woman to be. But mine? She’s more than labels. She’s happy and sad tears, good meals and long cuddles. Emotions big and small.
And damn she’s beautiful.
Especially when she’s on her knees for me. My hard length stuffed in her pretty mouth. Plush lips bruised around the width of my dick. My hands in her hair, wrapping the strands around my fist and forcing her head further down. Then I keep her there, rocking my hips back and forth. Sliding in and out of her mouth.
In and out.
Again and again until there are tears streaming from her glossy eyes and down her flushed face. Spit covers her chin, dripping sloppily to the floor in a heap. And when I pull out, going half limp. All it takes is one look at her, and I’m instantly hard again. Cum leaking from her lips as she swallows it down.
And fuck she’s beautiful like this too.
Pretty pink rope binding her hands behind her back. Ass arched sky high for my pleasure. Cunt sucking me in like a damn vacuum. I pound, rutting into her again and again. Pretty moans wrapping around me like a sinful song. Pussy spamming around this cock that’s painfully hers.
She’s the most beautiful
when she’s cumming on this dick. Screaming my name and grinding against me like there’s nothing else in the world that could feel this good. Like there’s nothing but us. And when I’m pulling out and jerking my release all over her ass I realize that I’m utterly obsessed all over again.
desc 18+
you found him broken in an alley and thought you were saving him. you didn't realize he was something hungry, and slowly deciding you belonged to him.
a/n req from @zyasia ♡. thank you so much for being the first, i honestly love reqs because sometimes a girl gets brain fry and cant think of anything, but its just fun to see some interesting ideas and improving my works. i actually loved this idea so much and omgoshheje i fucking love tamsy with my whole being you dont understand hes so gorgeous. pls enjoy…
wc 1460
you find him collapsed in the shadows of the alley, half-hidden behind a dumpster, shoes scuffed, hair falling across his face in a way that almost hides it. at first you think he's hurt, maybe drunk, maybe worse—but there's something about the way his body moves, even when still, that makes you pause. he doesn't look at you, doesn't flinch. he just tilts his head.
"hey," you murmur, voice low, careful, "you okay? want some help?"
he finally meets your eyes, and you swear something flickers there—interest, amusement, hunger—and it sends heat straight to your chest. he doesn't answer, just lets you crouch next to him, lifting his wrist to check for a pulse, brushing the dust off his pants.
you find yourself talking to him anyway, offering water, wrapping your jacket around his shoulders, feeding him scraps of your snack. he watches you while you move around, still, silent, and every glance lingers too long, every tilt of his head too deliberate. it's unnerving and thrilling.
he hums once when you brush your fingers over the cut on his cheek. low, soft, almost a purr, and your stomach flips. "you're gentle," he murmurs. "interesting."
you pause, looking at him. "i'm just… trying to help."
"help?" his lips curl into the faintest smirk, shadowed in the dim alley light. "hm. yes. your human instincts."
something about the way he says it makes your chest tighten. your hand hovers over his arm, and he lets you touch him, leans into it like it's exactly what he wanted. the subtle thrill of holding him, the heat radiating off him, the quiet dominance in the way he allows it—it all coils around you.
he finally sits up fully when you guide him to your apartment, still silent except for the faint sound of his breathing, and it's enough. enough to notice the tiny details about him: sharp nails, the way his jaw catches the light, the way his pupils dilate when he catches you staring. and slowly, inch by inch, you start to realize something's… different about him. not human different, not injured lost human different. dangerous different. alluring different.
you've been taking care of him for days now—feeding him, tending to the scratches you swore were nothing, making sure he's warm, letting him lean against you while he recovers. each small gesture, each quiet moment together, has built a tension you hadn't fully recognized until now. the way he waits for your attention, the way he studies you in silence—it's becoming impossible to ignore.
you inch away from the couch and he leans against the armrest, eyes never leaving you, voice low and smooth. "don't wander too far. i like having you in my sight."
that's when it hits—you feel it in your chest, in the small hairs on your arms. the way he watches, every glance, every flicker of muscle, like he's memorizing you piece by piece. the heat radiating off him, quiet but insistent, makes your skin hum and pulse in a way you didn't expect.
your movements feel deliberate now, almost instinctive, every shift of your weight pulling him closer. every brush of your fingers along the couch, every tremble in your breath, makes him lean in, pressing his heat against you. the tip of his nose brushes your shoulder. his hands roam—gripping, kneading, dragging along the curve of your neck, the line of your jaw, the swell of your chest. you shiver under his touch, back arching, hips tilting into him without thought.
he murmurs your name over and over, low and wet against your ear, calling you his human as his lips trace shallow kisses down your neck, then biting just hard enough to make you gasp. his hands wander to your thighs, pressing, squeezing, moving you against him until every inch of you aches for more. you grind against him, chest flush, nipples brushing the fabric of his shirt, desperate for friction, for contact, for the way he dominates without words.
when he tips you back, presses you fully into the couch, skin sliding against skin, you're caught entirely but you don't pull away. you let him have you, let him teach you, let him mark you as something beyond just a human who cared for a lost stranger in an alley.
his mouth moves lower. his teeth graze your lower stomach, trailing kisses as his hands hold you steady. you gasp, hips tilting instinctively as his tongue brushes against your slit, teasing over your wetness, tasting you. your back arches as he moans softly, lips sucking, tongue pressing, fingers dragging along your thighs. you clutch his hair, tug him closer, moans slipping past your lips.
"so sweet," he growls, voice low and controlled. "you taste incredible, my human."
you're trembling, thighs quivering as he licks, sucks, teases. fingers curl into your hips, pressing you into him as your body reacts, every flick of his tongue sending shivers, every press of his lips drawing gasps from your throat.
he alternates between sucking and teasing, fingers brushing, tongue curling, every motion deliberate. you moan openly, hips rocking, hands gripping his shoulders.
he pulls back just long enough to line himself up, hips pressing against you, hard, teasing. your body writhes, desperate for more. he pushes inside slowly, letting you feel every inch before moving fully.
"there you are," he growls. "so perfect."
your back arches, chest pressed to his, every nerve on fire. his hands clutch your hips, controlling the rhythm. your moans grow louder, head tipped back, nails raking down his back.
he leans down, mouth brushing yours in a heated kiss, groaning over your lips, jaw, neck. you're trembling, completely lost.
"cum for me," he murmurs.
you do, almost immediately as if he was in complete control now. clenching, shivering, crying out into his neck as he presses, thrusts, holds you tight, milking every sound, every quiver. lips on your shoulder, voice harsh, needy, praising.
he's still inside you, thick and impossibly hot, every thrust slow and dragging out the tension until your body shakes. his hands grip your hips, thumb circling your clit.
"you feel exquisite, so warm…don't make me stop," he says, teasing and commanding.
"yes… don't stop…" you whisper.
he chuckles, thrusting deeper. "that's it… my good human. so perfect, trembling for me."
you moan, hips lifting instinctively, trying to ride him, and he presses you flat.
"you belong to me," he growls. "every sound, every shiver… i feel it all."
his hand cups your ass, pulling you flush against him. "don't fight it. scream if you need to… no one else hears it."
"please— keep going…" you gasp.
he smirks, teeth grazing lightly. "i'm far from done."
you arch, legs trembling, body wracked with pleasure. he presses harder, rolling his hips slowly. you cry out, hips jerking, every nerve on fire as he drags you up the edge again and again, whispering filthy praise into your ear.
"look at you, squeezing me… mine… all mine," he hisses. "cum for me… human, all over me."
and when you cum, it's not gentle. thighs clamp around him, body convulsing, chest heaving, voice raw. he doesn't pull away, grinding slow, deep, circling your clit as he whispers, "good girl… not done yet."
your vision flickers but he stays, moving again, dragging you into the next wave. moan after moan, gasp after gasp, breaking apart in multiple staggered climaxes. he hovers, lips brushing your jaw, murmuring, nipping, reminding you how tight and wet you are.
"don't fight it," he hisses. "finish again… i know you love it."
you cry out, arching, shaking, writhing under him, cumming again, muscles clenching, shivering, and he keeps going, hands pressing, lips claiming, voice low and steady.
finally, your body trembles uncontrollably, mind swimming, vision flickering—but he's still there. still inside. still moving. still claiming. whispering your name, "so good… so perfect…"
your body goes limp, shivers fading… and you feel him continuing, deliberate, a low hum vibrating against your skin, keeping you tethered as consciousness slips.
when you wake, your body is warm. heavy. sore in the best way. your chest rises sharply as awareness comes back in pieces, he's still there, still inside. eyes glowing faintly, gaze fixed on you with possessive hunger. not moving fast. not rough. just slow. steady thrusts, like he never stopped. when your gaze finally focuses on him, his mouth curves.
"there you are," he says quietly.
his hips roll once, deeper, just enough to make you gasp.
"i was wondering how long you'd last."
his fingers slide along your jaw, down your throat, over your collarbone—possessive.
"did i exhaust you," he asks softly, "or do you want me to keep going?"
and the way he says it makes it clear—he absolutely will.
Was the question I had a few days ago. However now, what was only a fantasy, morphed and shifted into reality. There was a demon at the foot of my bed. His hard abs glistening in the moonlight shining through my window. His cock already straining against the brown cloth pants he wore. His red eyes trailed up my body, stopping when his gaze connected with mine.
Long straight white strands of hair hung just below his rib cage, parting where his black horns curled from his head. I gasped, honestly not expecting the ancient spell to work, but here in front of my bed was the absolute hottest being to ever exist.
"What do you desire" he drawled, his voice deep and silky. Like the sleep gown hugging my curves as we admire at one another in the dimness of my bedroom.
I picked my slacked jaw up off the floor, so unbelievably horny that I didn't dare pass up this chance. "I desire you to kneel." The demon’s eyebrows furrowed; the first sign of an emotion other than lust. I only smirked, knowing that he had no other choice but to obey.
He sunk to the floor, an angry flare to his lust ridden gaze. I crawled across the bed. Taking a seat right before him. "You can just call me… mistress. Now, undress me." I commanded, my cunt growing slicker as he slowly reached up, removing the straps of my night gown.
The silk fell, and his eyes instantly went to my bare breasts, cock visibly twitching beneath his pants."Mistress." The demon spoke for the first time, voice raspy and filled to the brim with desire.
"Yes handsome?" His pale cheeks flushed; another worthy emotion to note.
"May I-" His voice was gruff and tight, like he wasn’t one to ask for permission.
I nodded, and he didn't hesitate to pull me close and suck a nipple into his damning mouth. I moaned, back arching into his hard body as I felt fangs brush against the sensitive bud.
That was when I knew, I didn't have the patience to toy with him. I was desperate, maybe just as much as he was.
"Demon." I mumbled, he looked up at me, red hues glistening in the moonlight. "Fuck me."
All it took was that one word. The room was drenched in darkness, and I felt a hand around my throat as I was shoved hard into my mattress.
There was a sharp pain of a bite on my other breast. A sloppy kiss on my stomach before his tongue was gliding through the petals of my flower.
After he was satisfied with my arousal, his cock slipped inside me, a deep feral groan leaving his lips as he sunk further into my heat.
His grasp on my neck was tight, the blood loss to my brain making me hazy. All I could feel was the surging pleasure he caused as his thick cock plunged into me. The stretch of him burning, but delicious in its own right.
"Mistress" He moaned into my ear, his length brutalizing my cunt in ways I’ve never thought possible. Balls slapping against my rear, tip hitting so deep that stars sparked in my vision.
"You aren't allowed to cum until I do. Be a good boy for mistress."
His red eyes were wide open, forehead pressing into mine as he kept forcing himself inside me, again and again. Building a string of tension in my lower belly until it snapped.
I cried out, shaking and writhing in his gasp. Pussy spamming around his cock. The demon grunted, pounding into me faster now, chasing his own release as he finally burst inside me; Painting my insides in sin.
I sighed in relief, not dropping his gaze when I asked.
"So do demons have phone numbers?"
My high dropped, the adrenaline once flooding my veins coming to a complete halt. The sudden transition left me woozy, and all I could process was the devastation in Otis' eyes. He quickly lowered my dress as Lily called through the door. "Hey Opal, uhm. We have a very… passionate guest waiting for Mr. Otis," a pause, she seems flustered, or nervous even. Otis takes these few seconds to clean his face with one of the wet wipes I keep in my drawer. "I can't find him anywhere and was wondering if he was perhaps in there with you discussing important matters." Lily added. Her tone quieter than usual.
When she finished, Otis placed a soft, hesitant kiss on my forehead before heading to the door as put together as he was when he arrived earlier. He stalked toward the door, his mood more brooding than usual. My mind was still fuzzy, watching his muscled form retreat from my desk and past the sitting area. He pulled the door open, and even from here I could see his body jolt, then go rigid. Lillian was at the door, but there was another woman behind her. Otis' usually light hearted tone came out in an icy cold snarl "what the hell are you doing here Irene." Lily looked uncomfortable and Otis was seething at the woman behind her, more upset than I had ever seen him before. But this supposed Irene wasn't focused on Otis, her wrathful gaze was pinned directly on me.
After work hours
The colored lights in the club flashed to the upbeat music booming through the speakers. The tight black dress I wore highlighted the plump size of my breasts, the wide curve of my hips and my waist was practically invisible. I felt and looked good for the first time in months. Too bad it was mostly to spite Otis and that jealous bastard of an ex girlfriend that decided my orgasm was the perfect time to enact her revenge plan. I sighed, taking another sip of the tequila sunrise I ordered. Because if not Otis himself, liquor was the one thing that made me feel something besides… an inexplicable drive for more in relations to my career. I groaned in frustration, looking toward the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. I basically had no life outside of my job, and maybe it was time to live a little. Hell, I was still in my twenties, it's not like I'm considered old… yet.
Suddenly, a man sat beside me. His skin was a light golden brown, his eyes the color of rivers and seas. His curly hair was short, falling just above his eyebrows. He gave off a golden sort of energy when he smiled at me. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing sitting at the bar all alone?" I know I said I wanted to have fun… but this was a little too sudden. I shrugged, glancing back down into my empty glass. Finding the melting ice more entertaining.
"I guess I wanted to get out tonight. Do something different" I said, trying my hardest to talk over the loud music. He scooted his bar stool closer, the smell of his cologne inviting like a warm hug.
"That makes sense, I haven't seen you around. What kinda different are you looking for? Because I'm actually looking for something too, and I have a feeling we can find it in each other" He whispered in my ear, his insinuation sending a chill down my spine. I thought back to earlier, the orgasm I was denied because of an ex girlfriend. Otis was damned fine, and seemed perfect in every way, but I didn't want to carry anyone's baggage. Maybe a one night stand was what I needed to get him out of my system. One good fuck and I could finally stop thirsting over my secretary like a dog in heat. The mans hand gently touched my thigh, and I leaned into him, playing into the game we we're making.
"You know, I do think I just found what I was looking for" I said, wrapping my seductive tone around him. I watched his eyes flare, his gaze flickering from my breasts to my lips and back up to my eyes. This man was handsome enough, he was tall; not nearly as tall as Otis but it would do. Wait, why the hell am I using my secretary as the blueprint for evaluating my one night stand. I needed to get him out of my brain pronto. With the tequila fogging my mind and boosting my boldness, I grabbed the poor mans collar, pulling him so close that he's mere inches from my face. " I hope you know what you're getting yourself into pretty boy"
I smirked before crushing my lips on his. They we're soft, and his kiss was sloppy, desperate. Like he hadn't kissed someone in months. His arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss before a familiar growl escaped someones throat. The man pulled away from me, breathless, his blue eyes wide with fear as he stared up at someone behind me. When I turned, my jaw dropped, because Otis was here, at this random bar that I decided to show up to. With the most malicious look on his face that promised the most gruesome violence. This was the second time I'd seen him this angry, the first being when he saw Irene in the office earlier. I picked my jaw up off the floor as Otis stared at me, specifically my lips, where the man had just kissed me, then his gaze dropped to his arm wrapped around my waist.
"Get your filthy hands off my woman" Otis seethed. The poor soul stumbled off me, looking between the both of us.
"I didn't- she didn't tell me she had a partner!" he stammered, pure terror creeping into his tone.
"I don't." I responded, glaring at Otis before I slammed my money on the counter for the drink and stormed out of the club. The night air was cool against my heated skin. My anger seeming to waft off me in steaming waves. Who does Otis think he is? Not only having the audacity to blue ball me, but to not mention some psycho ex girlfriend that - I don't know- might want to kill me. Then tracking me down only to cock block me because he feels as though he has some sort of claim over me, which he doesn't. My mind flashed to the hurt on his face when I said he was in fact not my man. Not anger, but sorrow.
Even if it wasn't true, if the situation were different, if things hadn't played out the way they did today. Then maybe I wouldn't have minded pretending for a few hours. But my blood was still boiling, and my emotions we're all over the fucking place. My head was so loud that I didn't notice the click of the gun behind me. "Your the owner of that up and coming firm aren't you? Give me your fucking wallet. " I froze, raising my hands up slowly. My body began to tremble, pure fear soaked my bones. My eyes frantically searched for a way out of this. A path to go down that doesn't end with me choking on my own blood.
Another click. A familiar voice. "I wouldn't threaten her with that." A deep voice bounced off the alley walls. One that calmed me in the mornings and teased me during my lunch breaks. The commanding tone that had me giving up my everything for him. "Because unlike you, I don't pretend my guns are loaded." Otis said, his voice eerily calm, like he had done this a thousand times before. Like he was simply having a conversation about a case file back at the office. The gun pressed into my back eased, then clattered to the ground.
I immediately turned around, looking upon the man who had a scowl plastered on his face. His hands in the air, trembling just as mine did only a few moments ago. A sick satisfaction grew in my gut, and I pushed it down. Otis' gun was still pointed at his skull, but Otis wasn't looking at him. His burning gaze filled with concern and worry was on me. Trailing over every inch as if scanning for injuries. "If she's hurt, I will enjoy suing you for everything you and your family members fucking own. " He spat, switching the safety and placing his gun back in the holster. "Now get the fuck out of here" As soon as the words left his mouth, the man quite literally skedaddled.
For a few moments after he ran around the corner, Otis just looked at me. His chest rising and failing rapidly, his nostrils flaring. He took a step, and another, another until he was right in front of me, looking down at my shivering form. His eyes were flickering over me frantically, his pulse still racing despite the fact that I was safe, that he protected me. His hands were on my face now, pulling me into a devastating kiss.
He claimed my mouth like it was the last thing he'd ever do, like he'd regret it if he didn't. His tongue darted around the cavern of my mouth, hungry and desperate. His hands roamed my body, rough and calloused. I didn't see or feel anyone but him. Otis was integrated too deep in my routine to ever be the same without him again. He was inside and out, above and below; he was everything. When he pulled back there was still fear in his eyes, but a solid reassurance had returned to him. "I'm not letting you sleep at your own place tonight. I hope you know that" He murmured. I nodded, not even wanting to go back home to an empty apartment when my life was just threatened.
~~~~~
After a much needed bath and a decadent meal that Otis cooked, I was lounging in one of his shirts in his room, reading a book on my phone when his bathroom door opened. Clouds of steam rolled out, engulfing the bedroom with the masculine scent of his body wash. Otis wandered out of the bathroom, a towel slung dangerously low on his hips. The happy trail from his belly button down to his pubic bone peeking out like he wanted my eyes to linger on his nether regions. And dammit that's exactly what I was doing. Before I could tear my gaze away, I caught his smirk.
"Like what you see boss?" I turned away instantly, the tilt of his head being way more attractive than it needed to be. My attention was back on my phone, but apparently Otis was having none of it. In a flash of movement, my wrists were bound by only one of his hands. My back was against the bed now, his wet body pressing me further into the mattress. I held my breath, sure that if I let it out, it'll be a moan instead of a simple exhale. His hues were trained on mine, hips pinning me beneath him, his towel slinking to the floor.
He was completely nude. He didn't move, or acknowledge the fact. He simply kept gazing at me, like he could see the whole world in my eyes. He didn't say anything even as his cock began to harden, pressing into the thin cloth separating my body from his. "If I do? You gonna stop being scared if I say yes?" He wore a bewildered look on his face, then it morphed into something softer. His face inched closer to me, his lips gently meeting with the racing pulse on my neck.
"What you think is me being scared, is actually me cherishing what I have instead of swallowing all of these moments at once." He mumbled against my neck, his tongue darting out to lick the pulse that won't stop hammering. Suddenly he's sucking on the sensitive flesh there, and my body is leaning into him, practically begging for more. He forced a moan from my lips with a harsh suck as his free hand roamed up my body. Jolting me out of my skin and forcing me to be present for every little scrap of pleasure and pain he decides to inflict on me.
"Why" I ask, the breath leaving my lungs faster than I can catch it. He halts his movements, allowing the silence to fall over us before he answers.
"Why what?" He's staring now, brown hues encompassing pounds of passion all directed at…
"Why me…" My tone is hushed, as if the question itself was disgraceful. I can't be meek. I have to know. "why not Jessica, or Lillian. Even Irene would make more sense than me. I'm your boss. Aren't you…" I gulped, nervous he might take my next words the wrong way, but I can't back down now. "Aren't you afraid of what people might think if the woman you chose is above you in status and power?"
His eyes widened, genuinely shocked at where I led the question. Then his features slacked into a lazy grin. He barley bothered answering my question. Otis continued his ministrations, trailing his tongue across my pulse once again. "Who cares about any of that? Not Me." His hot mouth descends down my body, Hands roaming up the shirt he lent me, cupping and squeezing my breasts roughly. "You're the woman I was drawn to because of your status and power. There's something different about you compared to other business owners." He mumbles against my heated skin.
In seconds his shirt was flung off me, leaving me in nothing but the lacy emergency undies I stashed in my purse. I gasped, arms flying to cover my breasts. "You could've warned me!" He only chuckled, licking his lips preemptively while unashamedly staring at my chest. My face flared with heat and I squirmed under his piercing gaze. "Like what you see? My dear secretary?" I mocked him.
His groan was as deep as the ocean itself, sending waves of chills down my spine. Otis' mouth found the peak of my breast, licking the already hard bud. I tried my best not to make noise, though the sparks of pleasure jolting through my body made it almost impossible. Especially when his other hand released my wrists and found their way down to pinch my other nipple.
Pleasurable tingles burst, radiating from where he pinched and sucked. It had me gasping out, arching my back into his hard frame. He switched peaks, and his hands kept roaming like he couldn't get enough of my skin against his. They found their way into my hair, down my back and over the wide curve of my ass to grip it like he owned it. Like he owned me.
My purple lacy panties were soaked, and eventually Otis' curious hands found his way down to my sopping core. "I need you." I moaned as he put pressure on my clit through my panties. He was in between my legs, chest to chest with me as he teased my clit. His thick hard length pressed in between us, almost uncomfortably, like he was begging for my attention.
"You can't take me without prep." He warned, a serious glint in his hues.
"I can, please" I was full on pleading now, begging for him to stretch me out on his thick length. He groans, looking down at where his dick presses up against the fabric of my panties. Without another word. He's ripping them off, finally losing his grasp on the careful control he's kept up. He stares at my sloppy cunt, pumping his cock a few times and I swear it gets longer with each fucking stroke.
Of course I've had sex before, but never with someone so… blessed. His tip is thick and brownish-pink, pre-cum already dribbling down the side of his shaft. A thick vein throbbed on the underside, the whole member jolting unexpectedly. "You done staring?" I scoffed at his stupid question.
"Shut up, you love it" With that slick comment he stuffed the tip of him inside of me, a yelp escaping before I can stop it. Otis eases himself in, spreading my legs further to help take his massive cock. I moan languidly, the sound dragging out the further he sinks into me. He groans along with me, and I barley hold in a fucking scream as he shoves the last inch in with a brutal thrust. The tip of him grinding against that spot that makes me see stars.
Finally he lets me adjust, staring deep into my eyes as I get used to his size. "Will I get a raise after this?" He questions, sounding breathless for the first time during all of this. I shook my head, moving to speak but he cut me off with a rough thrust. "Didn't think so" He pounds into me relentlessly, his mouth plastered onto mine, swallowing up my moans and screams of pleasure.
Every stroke had me seeing stars, a thick wave of pleasure racking up my spine each time he hit that perfect spot. "Right there!" I tell him, and he doesn't stop, his pelvic bone slamming against mine, sweat beading on his dark brown skin.
Without much trouble he flips me over. My face buried in his pillows and my ass arched up just for him. A strangled moan slips from my lips as he licks a long stroke up my flower, collecting all the arousal he caused. I sighed as he did it again, moving down to flick his tongue over my clit. He was borderline moaning into my folds, the vibrations doing wonders for my building orgasm. In mere seconds he was back inside me, stretching me wide again.
He groaned into the thrust, pounding me from behind, my ass rippling from the impact of his hips. He had me screaming his name until my voice went hoarse. He filled every inch of me, kissing every surface of my skin. Mumbling beautiful nothings into my ears as he brutally fucked into me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't form a single coherent thought as the harshest orgasm rolled over me. It sent me into pure white hot bliss. A moan tore from my throat, and I could feel myself clenching down around his length as my body shuddered into his touch. A deep guttural grumble released from his lips, and moments later his hot seed spilled into me, filling every nook and cranny inside. Our bodies slumped.
"Have you softened toward me yet?" He asked, his chest pressed into my back. Our bodies tired, spent, and sweaty.
"Oh screw you Otis" I fired back, embarrassment coating my face in heat.
Warnings: Semi public sex, oral (fem receiving), PinV intercourse, profanity, violence. Boss x secretary
"John get out." I sigh, rubbing my temples. My current secretary, looked at me, disbelief written across his arrogant face. It only made the blood within me simmer in my veins. His pale skin was red and blotchy, the stubble from his patchy beard was coming back in to haunt him with the potential of more facial hair. He was a mess, and I don't allow messes in my space. Things needed to be organized, pre-planned, and thoroughly thought out before any decision or stamp of approval was given. It was the only way this company could run. I needed a competent partner, not one that tried to undermine my every choice with his massive ego.
John stood in my doorway, hands clenched by his sides, the fury on his face utterly palpable. I didn't have time for it, I have no interest in sob stories or ego boots. This company, my company needed stability and within just these last six months I've gone through three secretaries. No one has been able to handle the sheer workload, and those who thought they could - and never admitted anything otherwise- were usually the ones to fall sooner rather than later. That was where John fell, he had the motivation, but simply lacked the experience and the focus to take on this much paper work and important case files.
"Make sure to clear out your office space." I added, if only to rub salt into the already gaping wound. There was a sharp intake of breath before he strides out of my office. When he's finally gone I let out a deep sigh, the tension in my shoulders not easing up one bit. We have a very huge, very important case coming up in less than one month, where the hell was I going to find a secretary that was not only decent at his job but at the very least better than John. My thoughts were cut short by a gentle knock at the wooden door.
Lillian poked her head around the wood, a pitying expression already plastered to it. Once she was fully inside she spoke, her voice soft. " Lost another one huh?" She questions, shrugging one of her shoulders. Lily - as I called her - is the receptionist for my law firm. Unlike my short lived secretaries, she's been around for years. Easily my longest kept employee and for her loyalty, I make sure to pay her handsomely. Her long brown dress swayed as she walked further in, her black and green peekaboo hair glistening in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
I nodded, an unwanted groan of frustration escaping from my lips. " I don't know what to do Lily" I confided, my tone tentative, my elbows pressing into my desk. " The court hearing for Ruby is steadily arriving and I just lost the position that's supposed to take care of the materials that I can't while I focus on more pressing matters."
Lily nods, the corner of her mouth tilting downward. "Not to mention the tens of sensitives cases that has to be filed away by you, or your secretary. We can't trust just anyone with those secrets." Her wavy hair was pulled into a low bun today, her modest dark brown dress bringing out her green eyes. I stare at her, forcing a blank expression on my face. "You know, you can be sweet and helpful sometimes and unbelievably annoyingly unhelpful in others. " I grumbled. At that, she smiled, her smily peircing peeking out.
"I know!"
~~~~~
I was knee deep in interviews a few days after John left. Papers were stacked on my desk folders and differently labeled UBS's scattered about. It's only been three days and I was already drowning in work. After organizing and flicking my attention back to my monitor screen. I read through the lines of -I scrolled back up- Otis Knox's resume. He seemed redeemable in his skills, but did he have a redeemable character was the question I was most interested in. This man had all the schooling and experience I could ever ask for. He's dabbled in being an associate, a counsel, a legal assistant. Even proof of shadowing a paralegal was written in the script of his resume. My eyes widened, surprised by the level of competency within the words on the screen.
Fine, I suppose I'll give the guy a shot. It's not like I had any other choice. I dialed Lily's extension into the phone on my desk and told her to send him up to my office. My stomach churned in anticipation as I waited for Otis' knock on my door, praying that he was as good at his job as his resume seemed. I didn't wait for long; two swift taps on the door later and it swung open, a mountain of a man filling the threshold. His skin was dark like the sweetest black cherry. His 4c hair was short but not scalp, his comfortable clothes hung from his obviously muscled form and his mere presence took over the room; controlled it like he was some warlock here for my soul.
As soon as his eyes met mine, he introduced himself, which caught me off guard. "Hello. Ms. Opal, I'm Otis, It's nice to finally meet you. His voice was deep and candid, his eyes not full of arrogance or malice, but respect. He strode over to the chair in front of my desk and helped himself to a seat. His face was neatly shaven, the only facial hair being the small mustache and beard he kept tamed. I straightened a little more, feeling overpowered by his sheer size. His eyes filled with amusement then, seeming to note my uncomfortableness.
My face heated and I cleared my throat, " Its nice to meet you too, Otis" I said with a smile, holding my hand out to shake his, but instead of him shaking it as intended; he gently grasped my small hand in his larger one and kissed my knuckles. He leaned back, seeming to savor the bewildered expression on my face, and I couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief. The same way John looked at me only a few days ago. Otis seemed different from the average man though, he exuded kind confidence simply with his presence and made one relax around him. I shook myself out of my haze. Get it together Opal, you are a boss. I straightened once again and turned back to my monitor. Trying for a joke to ease the tension " What an introduction, buttering me up won't help with your results you know." I chuckled and he grinned, the blinding light from his teeth short circuiting my brain. I quickly looked back at my screen, his caressing voice finding it's was to my ears.
"I don't have to butter you up, Opal." He dragged, his words slow and hushed as I brought up my interview questions on the screen. "Because I have a feeling you'll melt for me soon. "
I scoffed, "You wish."
~~~~~
*A few days later *
The elevator to our floor was completely barren when I walked in this morning. Albeit I was running a little behind schedule but still, it hasn't been this quiet since that legal associate spilled coffee on me. The firm was on edge the entire day afterwards; terrified I would turn my frustrated wrath onto them. I smile at the memory, shaking it from my head. I push the button to take me to my floor, scrolling through this mornings emails on my phone. Damn -speaking of- I need a coffee, and honestly, I should've eaten breakfast before I came in as-well. A sprinkle of annoyance already began clouding my mood for the morning.
The elevator takes way too long to get to my level, and when the double sliding door finally opens, a delicious smell wafts through the entire floor. Filling the firm to the brim with sweet and savory scents. My stomach growls and I hurry to my office to avoid the questioning looks from the lawyers milling about.
A few greet me on the way in, but I notice that Otis, is no where to be seen. Which isn't on brand for him, considering he spends every waking moment he can tormenting me. There's a commotion in the break room, the lingering smells from the small kitchen inside drawing people near. That's when I hear a familiar deep rumble of a chuckle emerging from the room. As I pass the door I peek in for a moment, knowing exactly who the sound emitted from, but just having to be sure. And of course, in the center of the commotion lies Otis. He's laughing and smiling with Jessica, a legal assistant within our firm. He hands her a plate of breakfast which seems to be freshly made.
My stomach grumbles again and my mouth waters just by looking at the fluffy eggs and bacon gracing her plate. Suddenly Otis locks eyes with me, a devious smirk gracing his lips as he does a come hither motion with his finger. I won't give him the satisfaction of eating and -subjectively worse- enjoying his food. So, I turn heel and keep striding to my office despite the empty pit deepening in my tummy. Everywhere else besides the break room was calm and quiet, easing the thoughts racing through the tracks of my mind. I made my way into the cozy space of my office, greenery filling the shelves and the sheer orange curtains casting a warm glow over the furniture.
A relieved breath blew from my lips, relaxing me further into focus mode. I placed my bag on the plush couch I spent way too much money on and pulled out the documents I needed to go over before translating it into easily understandable terms for Ruby. My office chair was soft and comfortable against my ass, and I crossed my legs in my wide chair and logged into my monitor. Just then, my office door creaked open. Otis walking in with the most ridiculous smirk on his face. He practically leaked confidence as he strode toward me with my tea and a steaming plate of breakfast in his grip.
"You could've knocked, what if I was naked, or changing." I questioned, mostly as a joke just to get the point across. However, when I glance up as he's placing the peace offering down; He doesn't even look the least bit remorseful. In fact, he's staring hard at my face, hues trailing down every inch of my skin. He leans forward on the desk, features darkened with an emotion I don't want to get into at the moment.
"If I truly wanted you naked, it wouldn't be too difficult to get you there. You'd be begging me to touch you in ways you've allowed no one else too." His words stun me into silence, heat pooling at my core and Otis only stares like he fucking knows it. Damn the bastard. I shift uncomfortably, gaze dropping to my plate of food. Anger simmered in my veins, because I know that he's the only one I'd let get away with commanding me to do anything. Part of me wanted to mouth off, to lash out and put him in his place, but the other part of me was starving. My silence only thickened the gravel in his voice, the pure amusement weaving itself into his tone. "Now be a good girl for Otis, and eat. We need you at full energy when the conference starts later. You and your smart ass needs to be at top form today"
~~~~~~
A few weeks later
Its safe to say that Otis was right about that stupid comment. Ruby's trial was under way, and my life had become significantly less stressful since I hired Otis. Every morning he greets me with my favorite caffeinated tea, informs me on the winnings and losses the week, the updates on sensitive subjects and everything else he's gone over and accomplished. He's taken over half my workload and seems to be thriving. The only downside is that he attracts so much attention to himself just by breathing. Gossip spreads faster around a law firm than you'd think, and he has been the hot topic for weeks now. Not that it bothers me.
His voice snaps me back to reality. "Its early close today, how about catching a drink with me tonight, Opal?" I pause, staring up at his large frame. I gulped, adjusting the glasses on my face. It was just a drink, why was my face flushing and body heating like he asked me to spread myself bare to him. Maybe it's because I knew that eventually, he would, and that I would let him.
I hesitantly nodded, not completely present but agreeing and croaking out a " Sure, that sounds nice." He grinned, his hues looking over me in a completely different way now. Like he was holding back, like he was hungry, it sent chills down my spine.
"Opal, please stop looking at me like that" Otis looked pained, and he tossed his papers to the side of my desk as he crossed it, placing his hand under my chin and forcing me to look up at him. No one had ever dared disrespect me like this. I was the owner of this firm, I controlled the flow of money, clients, reputation. I was the yes or no people needed, I was the approval. So why did I let him do whatever he pleased to me? Like he was the only person in the world who could draw out my submissiveness. I hated and loved it at the same time. And damn the bastard, I truly think I've melted for him.
His brows were drawn in tight, a darkness falling over his eyes."You test my patience all the time at this job. you have no idea the turmoil I've endured everyday to stop myself from claiming you in front of all the employees you worked so hard to paint a perfect fake mask for. They may not be able to tell, but I can. I see you." He suddenly drops to his knees, and the memory of him locking the door becomes clearer in my mind. With the large window overlooking the city to my right, he looks up at me, his eyes half lidded. "Let me show you just how well I understand."
My breathing is heavy, Ruby's case file still open on my screen, begging to be skimmed over again. But Otis is here, in front of me eclipsing my entire view, shrouding me in his haze of lust and desperation. If i say yes, what will he do? My skin is burning for the answer , these last few weeks of tension ready to explode at a moments notice. War rages on, going back and forth between staying professional or letting my desire for this man consume me. I shut my eyes, trying to remember all the times I've teased him when we were alone. The first time I called him handsome when he delivered my tea or when I nonchalantly called him eye candy and trailed my fingers along his biceps, That other time when we we're having a meeting in the conference room, and I placed my hand on his thigh, every few minuets inching my fingers closer to the place of no return. When we arrived back at my office his glare was so intense that I had to soak myself in a freezing cold bath when I got home just to erase his burning hues in my mind. Not to mention the bulge that made itself extremely noticeable before I all but rushed out of the office.
My body was aching for him and if I'm honest with myself it has been for the last two weeks now, things have reached the boiling point. And now, here Otis was, begging for god knows what from me, but I finally nod. His eyes sparking with a fire that I've seen before. It's that same look he gave me before I rushed out of the office that day. It was dangerously lustful, like I wasn't ready for whatever happened next when he looked at me like this. "Finished with your inner monologue? Because I want you completely present for what happens next." He mumbles against my leg, kissing my calf as he travels up my body.
I tried to scowl at him, but it came out more like a whimper and he just chuckled at me, making my irritation grow. He was in between my legs, spreading them wider as he smirked up at me. My loose black dress rose up, exposing the red lace panties I wore beneath. His grin widened, amusement clouding over his features, eyes focusing intently on my panties. He let out a deep laugh, and it rumbled through me. I was soaked, his large warm hands entrapping my small and curvy body in his spell. There were too many sensations to take note of. His hands on me, his warm breath inching closer to where I needed him most. His plump, soft lips kissing their way up to my core.
“Did you wear these for me? Boss?” The corner of his mouth lifting in cockiness. “It’s a shame you’ve got them all wet now.” He stole a gasp from me when he snatched my panties to the side, that hungry look taking over as he stared at me, no, my pussy. He gawked like I was a piece of art, his breaths short and ragged. Then he slowly dragged his hues up to mine, his fingers still exposing me to him. I was sitting in my office chair, legs hoisted over the arm rests as my secretary ogled me with my sopping cunt on full display for him. "I'm just making sure you're not stuck in your head again, Boss. You know how you love to do that. You need to be here, because once I start, I will ruin any other man for you. You will only be able to think, wish and crave me to touch you." Otis ground out, his control wearing thin little by little.
"You already have ruined all other men for me, Otis." I whisper, my pussy growing slicker with another thick wave of arousal. He chuckles lightly, his face drawing nearer. Then out of everything I thought he would do, this surprises me the most. He moves up, kissing me, leaning into the action like he was desperate for the taste of my tongue, the grazes of our teeth. His tongue was hot in my mouth, claiming every inch as his. And when I was thoroughly distracted by his depraved kiss, that's when he took the the chance to slide his strong fingers across my core. The feeling sending sparks up and down my spine.
Everything about this man was new, his attitude, the way he treated me, his desire to cherish me instead of control me. I was in complete bliss, especially when my eyes flickered open at the sound of his groan of satisfaction. When I met his dark eyes, his fingers wet with my essence were deep in his mouth. "Good." He mumbled, his fingers coming out in a pop. He made a show of lowering himself to be face to face with my pussy once again and finally taking a slow long lick. He instantly groaned with me on his tongue, pressing the muscle further into my folds. A long moan was forced from my lips, my hips bucking toward Otis, trying to get closer to the delicious friction he's so readily supplying.
I needed this, it's been so long since I've had any kind of release much less the orgasmic kind. His tongue flicked and his mouth suckled on my clit, forcing me down when I tried to escape his pleasurable torture. The feeling was like surging static in my veins, the pressure building the longer he attacked my swollen bud. My hands were in his hair, his eyes trained on mine. His movements adjusting to the slightest difference in my sounds. He groaned into me, the vibrations only intensifying the pleasure. I was almost there, lost in the mix between torture and bliss. Running head first toward the cliffs edge and damn did I want to tumble right over. Just as I was reaching my peak, a knock sounded on my office door.
“He works out in the student gym sometimes; a few girls have caught sight of his generous package” Jade blushes, her peach skin going pink tinted. She holds a hand up to her mouth as she giggles, her blond shiny hair framing her cute face.
“Oh, hush Jade. You will not get me to fantasize about our professor's sexual attributes.” I try to say the phrase quietly, but Jade completely overlooks the vibe in the classroom, giggling even louder at the statement. We sit in the back corner, our pair of desks kept out of the main walkway, and during golden hour, the sun shines in the window casting a natural light onto my desk, illuminating the ink on the paper.
“Oh, Alana girl. He’s hot and you fucking know it.” Her hand covers her mouth as she whispers to me again. I just roll my eyes, nudging her shoulder with mine.
“I will not confirm or deny your opinion.” She giggles but goes quiet while she starts reading over the paper. I take the chance to steal a glance at him, Professor Clyde Brown. His skin is golden brown and moisturized to the fucking hilt. His hazel eyes are stern, and they just happen to be the green and brown variation. – the best kind- His jawline could break stone, his height is just perfect so, naturally… His-
“See! You’re literally ogling him right now.” I jump, her voice cutting through what was about to be the best daydream of all time.
I glare sideways at her, hating that she caught me just as I was about to think about his… Yea, never mind. “Shut up, shut up. I know he’s hot, okay? But this is not the place for- “
“Ms. Lowe is there a problem?”- his voice comes out deep and smooth, caressing all the right nooks and cranny’s to get me fucking soaked. The fact that it happens in a classroom full of my peers is a little more than inconvenient. I stare up into his infuriatingly perfect face, his features calm and collected.
I shake my head, the words I want to say dying a harsh death on my tongue. “Are you sure?” He bends down toward our eye level, quieting his voice for just a moment, the sound rumbling through me. Caressing places no one else has dared to. His hues glare an unspoken promise into mine, sparking every nerve and awakening every sense with just one sentence. “Because you have been giggling and snickering during my entire lecture. I’d hate to make this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” He smiles, his teeth pearly white and brighter than my damn future.
I shake my head frantically, just praying that this humiliating moment will end. All the women in the class are glaring at me with envy, and the men are eyeing Jade up like she’s something to be taken. Everyone in this classroom knows that what kind of teacher Clyde is, and most of them have openly confessed that they’re terrified of him. But me? Of course, there’s a damn puddle in my pants that grows the longer his hazel hues glower at me. He finally nods, a reassuring grin returning to his features. “Good, maybe now you can pay attention. Though, I’ll need you to meet me after class.”
He mumbles the last part only loud enough for me to hear. Even Jade shifts a little closer to try to hear his murmur. He walks away after that, striding up to the front of the classroom to finish whatever the hell he was talking about with a book in his hand. I’m not paying attention, even though he just told me too. I try not to look at Jade, maybe because she’d be able tell that there’s something between us - the professor and I, I mean. - Her intuition is spot on, and I can’t afford to let her notice.
I don’t talk for a while after that, avoiding Jade’s gaze and pretending to focus on my work. But his voice is still buzzing through me, the anticipation of his punishment agonizing.
Class is almost over when I decide to test him again, the brat in me dying to see the frustration build in his eyes, the tension strewn across his shoulders, the muscle ticking in his perfect jawline. I pull out my phone to send a quick text, and then I stand, not a word falling from my lips as I walk to exit the classroom. The clack of my short heels is loud against the floor, and I practically can feel his gaze burning into my back as the door opens, a mischievous smirk plastered to my face. Light pours in from the hallway revealing a friend. The same one I secretly texted to play along with my bratty game, knowing I’d get an extra delicious punishment afterward. My core gushes at the thought of the pleasurable pain Clyde intends to give me later on.
Josh stands across the hall, watching me closely as I walk out of the classroom. His eyes trail up my body in that hungry way I crave Mr. Brown to look at me. I know the professor sees him, because right before the door closes, he calls out to me,
“And where do you think you’re headed. Ms. Lowe?” I stop dead in my tracks, a hint of a smile gracing my lips. Josh immediately scurries away when he notices the teacher behind me. His reputation proving the point of who I’ve decided to mess with.
“A lady can’t use the bathroom now?” I question, spinning around to face him and adding more sass than necessary to my tone. He just stares at me, a heat lingering in his eyes that holds a dark promise. Then he checks his watch, his leg bouncing endlessly, and just like that I’m thinking about being bent over that knee and spanked until my ass stings from the contact.
“Alright, since you all seem impatient. Class dismissed, get out.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, people rush past me to get out of the room. Bumping and pushing me out of the way. Books bash into me and elbows jab me in the ribs. Even Jade waves her goodbyes as she hurries down the hall. The room is cleared out in less than two minutes. Clyde yanks me inside the classroom and slams the door, locking it behind him.
“You need to stop bringing attention to me like that. There’s already multiple rumors making rounds about how you’re interested in me.” He doesn’t respond. Not even a glance back as he pulls me into a small office at the front of the room and locking that door behind him too. Then he shoves me against the door, mouth pressed into a hard line.
“I am interested in you. You know that.” He scowls, his tone serious, his gaze deadly as he glares at me. Mr. Brown then scoffs before grabbing the back of my neck and pressing my face into the small desk, ass in the air for his pleasure. “You love testing me.” His voice is a growl, then it goes silent before a harsh smack fills the room. I jolt, the pain rippling through my ass like a pleasurable wave. In the next second he’s yanking the panties off from under my dress and moving the fabric away from my hips. A whimper escapes me, the sound low and whiny.
“Talking and laughing throughout my class when you're supposed to be paying attention.” Another smack lands on the other bare cheek before he rubs the spot to soothe the sting. I try to protest, to get him to listen, but when he’s pissed like this, I’m lucky if I don’t get tied to a chair and tortured with pleasure.
“Talking about how big my cock is like you don’t already know the fucking answer. Does Jade even know you’re bent over like this?” another smack. “Sopping cunt crying out for me, like the dirty little slut you are?” This time he pulls me closer to him by my hair, a pained moaned slipping out before I can stop it. Back arching and ass pressing into him “You can’t even stop yourself from giving it up to me. Fucking, answer me.” He tugs on my hair again and delivers another punishing smack to my ass. I cant stop myself from moaning the answer.
“She doesn’t know,” I confirm, his deep silky laugh washes over me, a shudder running though my body at the sound. He releases his grip on my hair to rub his hands over my stinging ass and down to my knees, pushing them up onto the desk. Then he spreads my thighs wide, pulling up a chair and sitting behind me, my pussy on full display. The cold air slaps at my entrance, reminding me just how wet I became without him even touching me in the classroom.
He groans at the sight, and from this angle I can barely see him when he palms himself. I wonder what kind of look is in his eyes. Are they dark and hot, cold and strict? Am I turning him on or forcing him to hold himself back? I want all of him, every emotion and inch he can give me. I want him to choose me, in this school full of women that would fall at his feet if he asked. I hope I’m the only one he touches like this, the only one he can’t get enough of, the only one he dreams about. The thoughts melt away when he licks a long stripe up the center of my pussy, pausing to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moan, the sound soft and languid, like someone painting a long stroke across a canvas.
He does it again, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, giving everything and nothing at once. The pleasure there, but not enough to build into anything resembling an orgasm. I groan, growing impatient and shoving my ass toward him. Desperate for more friction, desperate for his hot mouth on my pussy. A smack rings out in the room. The slap to my ass stinging more than before. “Patience is a virtue” He groans low and dangerous, causing me to squirm on the desk. Aching for more, for anything. He’s spread me bare on his desk and has the fucking audacity to talk about patience.
“Funny, you’re talking about patience but couldn’t even wait for class to end to get your hands on me.” A fiery stinging prickles my skin from the fifth smack he delivers to my ass.
“You’re extra fucking bratty today. Maybe this cunt doesn’t want me to devour it after all. I shiver, my pussy clenching at his words, the sentence being almost as revolting as a damned death threat. I whimper again, and he lands another smack on my ass, this time being the other cheek. The pain radiates through me, a delicious throb emanating from the spot. He raises his hand again and I realize he intends to land yet another slap to my bum.
“No wait- “His hand pauses in the air above my flesh. – “I- I’ll be good, I promise.” His hand lowers slightly; like he actually considers my words. It’s silent for a moment, the only sounds filling the small office being our ragged breathing.
“Are you certain?” The tone suggests he’s not fucking around. I nod frantically, desperately wiggling my hips to encourage him to touch me. He hesitates, but then he reaches out; his touch is gentle as he rubs my ass again, hands warm and calloused. The tension in the small space almost palpable in my grip. Then, ever so slowly I feel his warm breath fan over my core, but he doesn’t touch me where I need him most. He kisses the outside of my folds, sucking on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. No doubt leaving dark bruises meant to mark me as his.
“I should keep punishing you,” his hands massage the outside of my thighs, rubbing up to my ass and back down again, “especially after that stunt you pulled, with that little friend of yours.” His tone grows dark, and he lands another heavy smack on my ass, forcing a cry through my lips. “But I’m feeling nice today” his voice his ragged now, like he can’t hold himself back anymore. “You’re lucky I’m dying for a taste.”
And then his mouth is on my pussy, lapping up all of the arousal he caused, tasting me for all I’m worth. He delves his tongue into my entrance, trying to get deeper inside. I grip the edge of the desk, his skilled muscle driving me to the fucking edge. Crescent moons form in the wood due to my nails, his name is a prayer on my lips. The heat from his mouth travels through me, warming my most sensitive of parts. Scattering pleasure through my body like he owes it to me, like he just can’t get enough of my slutty little cunt.
Then his tongue is at my clit, flicking and licking, sucking and slurping at the bud until he’s making a mess of me. I cry out, my hips jolting, my back arching further, pressing my pussy harder into his face and practically griding onto him. The pressure builds low in my belly, hot and feral. It grows every second with the way he’s devouring me whole. I need this, I need more, or maybe I just need him because he has me falling over the edge of this cliff. My orgasm crashing into me like a damned tidal wave. Clyde shatters my perception of reality and it’s only him who can put back the pieces.
My chest is heaving; heavy breaths escaping as I try to catch them. My ass up still in the air, cunt on full fucking display for him as he leans back in his chair, wiping the arousal from his chin. “Fuck, come here and suck this cock you dream so much about.” His chair creaks a little as he leans back, spreading his thick thighs further for me to slide down the desk and turn around to face him. I’m on my knees now, bone pressing into the hardwood of his office floor. Hands rubbing over his muscled thighs endlessly.
I glance up at him, my vision still hazy from the earth-shattering orgasm he blessed me with. The soft light in the room catches his handsome features in the most devious of ways. His jaw is sharper than a knife, gaze filled with a dark desire. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, not rushing me to touch him. A few moments later the shirt falls open, leaving me with the perfect view of his chiseled abs. Sweat dots his stomach, gathering in the dips and curves of his muscled frame. My line-of-sight travels further down his torso, to the line of pubic hair leading below his waistline.
I lick my lips, the promise of his hard length making me go slick again. When I look back up at him, theres a devilish smirk on his face. A look that my horny peers would kill to see on this man’s face… and it’s all mine. I fumble with his belt buckle, pulling at the metal until it unlatches, urging the leather through the loops of his slacks. Next, I yank his zipper down and fish his cock out of his briefs. It springs out fully hard and pulsing, the tip enlarged and leaking precum.
An evil thought crosses my mind, one that’ll surely have him fucking the makeup off my face. I take his thick length in my hand. His dick the kind of girthy that you only read about in books. The ones that I am desperate to have stretch me to the fucking hilt. I lean down, flicking my tongue over his head, gathering the pre and swirling it around his tip. He groans, the sound low and vibrating through my chest. “Fuck brat, that feels good. Now more.” He demands, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging me toward his cock. I don’t rush though, still swirling my wet muscle around his tip, moving down all the way to his base and back up, licking his slit. He tastes so good, and I can’t get enough. So finally, I swallow him down. Taking his thick length down my throat and back out again, sucking and jacking the rest of him that I can’t fit.
But before he can get comfortable, I pull him out of my mouth, letting go of the tip with a pop. Licking down his shaft again, this time taking the time to swirl my tongue around his balls. He growls, tugging my hair closer to him and shoving his cock in my mouth. “You’re going to suck this dick, whether you like it or not. Tell me” – he groans, fucking himself into my face and down my throat. The sensation burning in a damned good way. His pelvis ruts up against me, thighs jerking beneath me. Hands so deep in my hair we might as well be one. It’s all so fucking hot that I could orgasm for the second time. “Tell me how much you fucking want my cum” He yanks me off his dick, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth.
“I want it so bad, please Clyde” I beg, wanting him to utterly ruin me for anyone else. I want him to paint a picture on me that no one else can create. One that I’d only allow him to make. He shoves me back onto his cock, his thrust growing rougher, pace growing frantic, and groans growing louder. I gag, the sound seeming to be music to his ears because he doesn’t stop, his grip on my hair stinging my scalp as he face fucks me, smearing the makeup I put on just for him.
“You’re gonna make me cum brat, fuck, take it. Take it all.” His thrusts grow sloppy right before he pulls out of my mouth, jerking himself a few times before shooting ropes of hot, white cum across my tits. Even as he rises before me, sweat trickling down his skin. He doesn’t go soft. Down here on my knees, his cock looks way more massive than it felt in my mouth. It’s thick and long, protruding veins running along the shaft. His tip an angry pink, still enlarged and leaking precum. “Bend over the desk again.”
His words come out a little breathy, but still stern. I do as he says, bending over the desk in one fluid motion. Pulling my knees on top of the wood and spreading them so he can get a full view of my pussy once again. A low hum emits from him, and ever so slowly he runs a finger up the length of me, dipping his appendage into my sopping heat, pumping it inside me a few times before pulling it out and circling that same finger around my clit. A whimper escapes me, the sound high pitched like the bell that rings overhead, telling all the students that class is over.
“Look at you, still here pleasing me, missing the rest of your classes for one measly fuck. I must be that good, huh.” An unwarranted smack lands on my ass causing me to flinch at the radiating pain. “Answer me brat.”
“Yes!” I moan, unable to hold back the shame of being so easy for him, he didn’t even have to tame me for it. I wanted the punishment, I wanted the teasing, I wanted the humiliation. All of it leads to this second, this moment, this very instant when he groans and enters me in one long stroke.
This one had me taking breaks because i was getting hot and bothered while writing it lmao. I hope you enjoyed!
Warnings: Profanity, Drug use, ( nothing crazy(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ) Sexual themes, Sorta spicy ;)
“That was a one-time thing, and you know it.” I say, brushing his hand off my hip. He’s staring at me with those dark hazy eyes of his, hand behind me pressed into the wall of a secluded corner in the science building.
“Oh, come on, starlight, didn’t you love when I had you shaking against the wall?” The corner of his mouth quirks up in that sexy way that has my cheeks flushing pink. I look away, my three-c curls framing my face in what is hopefully shadow. “Those unisex bathrooms that come with shower included always confused me… but now?” There’s a darker tone to his word, and his body presses closer to mine. The hard length of him pressing into my lower stomach.
My best friend is probably one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met, and he so happens to also be one of the first guys I’ve ever met, unironically. A couple weeks ago, he protected me at a party I went to, and maybe I was super drunk or high, maybe both, and I ended up sleeping with him after. That was one of the best nights of my life and ever since then I have been addicted to his hands on me. It’s the way he grinds his hips against mine in this dark corner of the university we both attend, that has me feeling the same way I did that night. Drunk. “We’ll be late to chemistry” I whisper gasp as he sucks harshly on the soft spot in the nape of my neck.
He groans lowly in response, trailing his hands down my sides and roughly groping my ass.
“Fuck, you’re right.” He sighs and takes a few steps back, fixing his prominent boner along with his pants as he eyes me. I fix my top and retouch my hair in my phones reflection before dragging him round the corner and into the chemistry class right as it starts.
*Ding Ding*
One of the perks of having a smoking hot boy bestie as a friend is that no one bothers me while I’m at school. We take most of the same classes and when he’s not nearby, his friends are. Most everyone knows him due to his art, which is hung throughout the school due to his tremendous skill. Through him, they know me. Though I’d rather be invisible if I had it my way. I try to focus on the lecture, but my brain decides wandering is a better option. Sure, I like partying, drinking, and smoking as intriguing as the next wild college kid. But quiet evenings in the uni library or shopping sprees at the nearest bookstore were always my favorite. Why do I find it weird to do those things with him now, though we’ve been doing it together our whole lives?
Cyrus glances sideways at me with those beautiful amber eyes, lust still buried deep in his burning hues. My grade can’t afford looking at him so, I stare absent minded at the projected PowerPoint on the board. The chemist teacher is going over some points from the new unit we started on bacteria. Cyrus eventually tears his gaze away from me,writing more notes as the teacher talks and I follow suit. And good thing, because he was starting to burn holes in my skin…However, my eyes helplessly trail over to the prominent veins in his hands. I even take notice of the way his forearms flex when he writes the name of the bacteria- Right. Chemistry, gods what is wrong with me?
There are moments when I wish I could go back to the nostalgic times where we’d share a refreshing drink at the local library and start book series together. Now, I can’t read a romance without envisioning his face as the male character; don’t even get me started on the spicy scenes.
I can’t seem to get used to being this close, it’s like I’m constantly adrift when I’m in his presence. If that’s the case, I might drown for the fun of it. Even as his hand massages my thigh, pulling me out of whatever trance I was in, it doesn’t stop the wave of heat that washes over my throbbing core. My eyes dart to the clock on the wall and my body slumps, this is going to be a long class.
This is one of those things that I should’ve thought about before just accepting it, because currently, I’ve found myself in the off-campus apartment of Cyrus. My boy bestie who has apparently cared about me on a much deeper level than I realized. The same boy bestie who took me here after protecting me at a party and fucked my brains out. Sadly, I hardly remember the experience, I do remember the pleasure though. If it wasn’t alcohol that I was drunk off of, it definitely would’ve been how good he was making me feel. Thinking about it has me anxiously picking at the lounge dress I decided to wear. “Don’t make it awkward star” the nickname rolling off his tongue in a purr. “ You’re acting like you don’t practically live here already.” Though he’s right I don’t dare admit it. I’m to busy mulling over the way my nickname sounds on his lips. Short for starlight, it makes me blush no matter how much he uses it. “Let’s watch a movie, but I’d rather watch it in the room” he says with an unmistakable grin on his face.
He shuts the door of the microwave, carrying a bowl of popcorn with him as he makes his way to the room without giving me a chance to respond. The buttery smell following closely after him. We both know that he’s not “just” putting a movie on, this will most likely end with him in between my thighs, and it might be the reason my feet scramble after him without any signal from my brain. We have gone from eating ice cream in our parents’ houses to him eating me out in his house and I couldn’t ask for a better situation than the one I’m in. He pushes open his bedroom door, the led lights and lava lamp illuminating the darkness of his room in full neon colors. His wall mounted flat screen is lined with lights that mimic the colors on the screen. A familiar sight due to his place quickly becoming a second home of mine. “We have way too much homework to be fucking around you know.” I tell him, stealing a few pieces of popcorn.
“That’s exactly why we’re fucking around, let’s blow off some steam before we have to focus up.” He says this while grabbing a joint from his nightstand.” I’ve got something that’ll take the edge off.” A smile threatens to take hold of my mouth as I get up to crack open a window.
“At least tell me you have some room spray” I mumble to him, the excitement bubbling up in my chest. After opening the window, I set up his rolling tray. Placing the ash tray and joint on top. Cyrus reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a bottle that reads, “Odor eliminator” and smiles sheepishly at me.
“I’m always prepared.” He chuckles. He moves tp grab the remote and flicks on a movie that was interesting at first. We snuggled close and ate popcorn, occasionally taking a hit or two off the joint. The fuzzy feeling floods my senses almost immediately. My head goes foggy, and my limbs feel heavy. Nothing seems to be travelling through my train of thoughts until Cyrus runs a cold hand down my side. I shiver from the contact, and he takes the opportunity to do it again, this time keeping his fingers touching my skin. Cold fingertips drawing infinite circles on my stomach.
“Cyrus” I breathe out, his cool hand moving to pull my waist closer to his lower half. Effectively pressing his hard length against me.
“I bet you hardly even remember the first time” He whispers in my ear, trailing his hand beneath my shirt, the other gripping the plush of my thighs through my pj pants. I shake my head, a breathy moan escaping when he squeezes harshly at my double D cups. “Well, you kept begging for more for starters.” He huffs out when I grind my back side against him. He flips me over with a growl, so that I’m straddling his lap as he leans against his headboard. My pj shirt his half lifted, the material stuck on my bra. His amber hues trail up the skin of my stomach, blazing a path with his eyes as he stares.
My breathing grows deeper when he yanks me forward, pulling me against his length roughly, and sucks on the skin of my torso. “Faster and harder you’d ask. Though at the time, I couldn’t deliver without feeling weird about it. Ya know-because you were- drunk” He mumbles against me, ripping off my pajama shirt and sucking on the exposed skin of my breast. Hardly breathing between each word. Gods, his mouth feels good against me and my nether is dampening by the second. When I look down my bra is off, and his hands are all over my chest, pulling and sucking at my taut nipples. His mouth trying to claim every inch of skin he can come across. He stops suddenly, his frenzy coming to a pause as his ambers stare deep into my sages. “I need this, I need your touch and your moans… but I also need, you.” His finger prods at the spot between my breasts and a warm flush paint my face. Is he asking what I think he’s asking?
“W-what are you saying?” I never imagined that he would be the kind of person that needs a label on things. It was something that crossed my mind briefly, but I never lingered on the topic. Maybe because I never stopped to think that he wanted something genuine… What would a relationship with Cyrus even look like? Despite the conflicting emotions and fleeting thoughts crossing the roads of my mind, I slowly nodded my head. The deep gold in his eyes lights up. Lust and another emotion I can’t quite place surges through his eyes and suddenly I’m on my back, legs thrown over his shoulders.
His tongue trails a long stripe up my center, my back arching when he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. My jaw hinges and a long moan slips out as he devours me. His face is completely buried deep in my thighs, his wet muscle lapping up everything that I have to offer. The pleasure rakes through me like a million volts. The feeling sparking underneath my skin. After what seems like an eternity, his face lifts from me, the lower half glistening with my arousal. We stare at each other for a moment, the only sounds filling the room being the tv and our heavy breathing. He laughs for a moment before rising to his knees and pulling off his joggers. “My patience finally paid off” he says quietly, a look on his face that might just be… happiness. Warmth spreads through my chest at the realization. I am happy…with Cyrus.
The moment ends all too quickly when his face switches from loving adoration to dark and lustful. His boxers are immediately yanked down, his hard dick springing out of its restraint. And gods help me, I don’t remember it being that – I mentally gulp- large. There’s a fat vein running along the topside, and the head of it is thick and throbbing. Is it even possible to fit him inside? Before I can even voice my concerns, the tip is prodding at my entrance. The expression on his face is one that I instantly engrain in my mind. His brows knitted together in full concentration, the way his chest stutters just the slightest bit when he exhales. He hisses just the slightest bit when he presses against my sopping cunt. His big hands find my thighs and spreads them open, revealing myself to him.
“Fuck Star” He grits out, his pupils dilated as his gaze lingers on my most private of areas. My folds are coated in his saliva and my own desire. The sudden exposure to the cold air causing me to tremble in his grasp. Cyrus’ glare is so intense as he slowly presses himself inside, the look on his face has me whimpering or maybe it’s the feeling of being stuffed to the brim. The stretch is so delicious that tears prick the corner of my eyes. He curses all the while, and when he is fully sheathed inside me his beautiful orbs meet mine.
“You are the beacon that guides me. My Starlight”
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Warnings: Blood, biting, oral(fem receiving), sexual themes, profanity
Arelia’s hair was the kind of long that most women dreamed about. Full and curly and perfect in many eyes. Her skin a bronze that shimmered in the setting sun. The orange rays dancing on her flesh. Signaling their final goodbyes as the sun dips behind the tall trees of the elder wood forest. Her cottage was small and cozy, a fenced in garden at the back of the old house and a covered porch in the front. It was the perfect size for about 2 people. However, the only signs of life here are Arelia and her brown cat.
“Sphinx please eat, canned is fine for now. I’ll go fishing later I promise!” The cat hops onto the counter as Arelia spoons the canned cat food into his bowl. Sphinx’s green orbs narrow, and the girl swears she sees his eye twitch as he leans down to take a bite.
“You know how I feel about canned food.” He responds telepathically. Sphinx, Arelia’s cat, is actually her familiar. A bond from birth, a witch and her cat lives and dies together in the end. There are as many pros as there are cons that come with the century-old tradition. An example being that they both have a companion for life. A different one would be that theres hardly anything that they could keep from one another. Even if they wanted to.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize how low stock we” the girl stops mid-sentence and turns to stare at the black candles she placed on her altar not even an hour ago. Arelia saunters over to the alter table and observes the many herbs she’s laid on the fireproof dish.
“Is that spell for the protection ward?” Sphinx questions when he nuzzles his head against her ankle.
“Yes… but I think its missing something.” Her eyes wander over the black salt circle with four black candles set in four different corners inside of the circle. Arelia skims over the herbs she sprinkled throughout the spell. It’s like a lightbulb clicks on over Arelia’s head when the answer finally comes too. “Right! Mugwort! How could I forget that’s the one thing that has to be there. You stay inside; I’ll head to the garden to pick some.” Sphinx nods and struts over to the cat tree in the living room and Arelia makes her way out of the back door in their kitchen.
She steps out into the sticky warm air of the summer, firelight bugs floating about and the crickets are chirping their sweet songs. A smile grows on the young witches’ face; she loves every second of living in this forest. It makes her feel alive, connected to her planet in a way that the city lights and bars could never hope to accomplish. Her eyes glow in awe at the bright fairy lights lining the fence. She makes her way over to the tall mugwort bush at the back of her garden. The leaves have a dark green surface and a silvery backside. When she gazes down, she notices that the big pot the mugwort is in has begun to crack. “Damnit, I just replaced that!” The girl heaves a breath and plucks a few pieces from the bush when a sensation pulls at her mind, panic and alert flooding the girl’s veins and that’s when she looks up to see Sphinx pawing at the glass door, his fur fluffed on his backside. A few seconds later a thump sounds from the back gate; The same gate that leads to the forest... Sphinx’s emotions slowly fade away as she takes one step and another toward the exit.
“Don’t” The cats voice fizzes in and out as Arelia grabs the latch to release the gate and swings it open. “Careful”. The warning alone should have made her turn back, but Arelia pushes on. She pokes her head out; long vines and tall bushes litter the ground. Bugs scatter about when Arelia takes her first step out of the garden. The moon is full and bright; its rays trickle down through the thick foliage of the trees. Providing just enough light to make out figures and to take notice of the lurking shadows.
She eyes the area, making sure she is silent as she moves along. Witches may be powerful, but monsters are much more brutal. Better to avoid a fight if she can help it. Inching forward she starts to hear a faint groan, and it sounds almost painful in a way. When she passes a particularly dense bush she sees it. Well, more like him. The man lays stretched out in the dirt, smothered in shadows. However, when she looks closer, leaning a little further, practically popping any bubble of personal space he has. When she focuses on the man the first thing that catches her attention is the way his dark skin shimmers in the dappled moonlight, like stars dancing across his skin, but then she notices the giant gaping wound slashed into his torso.
“Shit, you’re bleeding out! I can help but I need to” She stutters, falling to her knees in the dirt beside him with a thud. His head snaps up, eyes boring into hers. Frankly, scaring the shit out of Arelia because just a second ago he showed all signs on being unconscious. His gold hues sparkle and shimmer in the moonlight, almost as if they’re glowing. There’s a discomfort in them, an indescribable plain lurking behind those beautiful orbs.
“I need” he calls out. Voice deep and gravelly with pain. The man reaches out for Arelia’s arm and grips her flesh. “I need blood” The words slip out as he falls unconscious again.. His head falling into her lap and when she lifts her hands from his cold body, they are soaked in blood. The dark crimson staining her fingers and eventually it pools around him in deep waves of scarlet.
“Shit, shit, shit!” She moves his heavy head gently onto the dirt. Arelia’s heart pangs for the man as he lays motionless in the dirt, her good conscience screaming at her to do something before it’s too late. Her eyes squeeze shut as she sticks her hands into his puddle of blood. “For all the love placed in me I give you hope, with all thee strength bestowed in me, I demand you to float!” She shouts the incantation. Red scarlet glows purple as the spell casts. At first, it’s slowly the leaves start to blow and little creatures scurry away as the magic flows around the pair. Then a harsh wind blows and he floats before her, a violet haze surrounding him. “Alright! Let’s get you inside.”
“And there! All done! That should stop the bleeding for now, all he needs is a healing potion.” Arelia eyes the man she’s laid in her bed, perfectly bandaged curtesy of Sphinx. Who felt bad for wanting to leave him to die out there, so he made sure Arelia cleaned him up. Stripped of his clothes, wiped clean and thrown in a big old pair of shorts she found deep in her closet. It’s the first time she has actually seen a man this close and the look on her face says it all. Living in the middle of nowhere doesn’t grant you many visitors.
Especially not gorgeous star speckled skin men who throw themselves at you when they need to be healed. Her gaze travels from the sharp set of his jaw, down to the hardness of his abs and the little hairs leading below his waistline. All the way down where the v dips beneath his pants, and she snuck a glimpse of everything else he has to offer when she cleaned him. A strange heat blossoms within her chest and the sensation quickly makes its way south, and of course Sphinx hisses that she is “no better than a nymph”
“You need to find out his race before making anything for him. It could affect how his body handles witch magic.”
“Well, earlier he said something about needing blood and his eyes were glowing. Ring a bell? I’ve only met so many types of people while living in the middle of nowhere.” Sphinx’s hair slowly rises again as he looks the half-naked man over.
“Blood?” The cat gives her a deadpanned look, she responds with a confused expression, tilting her head to the side.
“Yea? Blood.” The seriousness of her tone makes Sphinx sigh and walk over to the man’s face.
“You mean this person right here.” His paw presses into the flesh of the stranger’s face and the mans head lolls to the side. “Looked at you with his glowing eyes and told you he needed blood.” He says, his monotone voice bouncing around her skull.
“Yup.”
“You really need to get out more, it’s obvious that he’s a vampire!” However, Arelia wasn’t the studying type or the going out type. The only information she cared about was the type that could further her spell-crafting journey. That being said, the only books lining any of her many shelves are grimoires or books on nature or energy, maybe even the occasional food recipe. Arelia moves closer to the stranger’s muscled form; his skin is dark. The kind that shimmers slivers of silver in the moonlight. Her purple gaze dances over the long white locks that sprawl across the pillow, ones that look almost natural even though the color is very unusual in itself. Arelia is in awe, her mouth slightly agape as she checks him out.
“He’s Ethereal.” She mumbles, suddenly breathless. Her heart rate kicks up and that strange heat rises again, blossoming deep in her core. Leaning over him she reaches to move the hair from his eyes, her blood rushing in her ears.
“I can’t believe you willingly brought an obviously hungry vampire into our very red-blooded home!” Sphinx complains.
“I already have a premade healing potion infused with my blood, albeit by accident but it’s good enough, go grab it, will you Sphinx?” The cat puffs air through his nostrils before turning tail and leaving to retrieve the potion. The girl sighs and returns her gaze to the vampire, who eyes her with a look on his face that Arelia can’t quite pinpoint. His eyes are more of an orange now, darker than the shimmering gold back in the forest. Though he is unbelievably handsome, there’s a tiredness evident on his face. Like he had been doing something rather extensive before the young witch came across him. There’s a stress built up if the furrow of his brows and a tension in his shoulders. The man’s hand wanders up to caress her leg, cold fingers gripping the plush of her thigh.
“I need.” He wheezes; Arelia grabs his hands and nods slowly.
“I know, I have something that can help, just relax, Sphinx should be back soon” Her hands are trembling as she holds his, never once worrying about her own fear rather than his comfort. More like she’s trying to contain her lust. However, something like terror wraps its dark tendrils around Arelia when the man grimaces and his canines glint in the moon rays casted through the bedroom window. They’re large, sharp, and pearly white. Not soon enough, Sphinx struts back into the room with a dark red potion in his mouth. Arelia holds out her hand to the brown cat and Sphinx drops the glass into her outstretched palm.
“Here, see?” She wiggles the glass bottle in front of the vampire’s face. “Open wide, I promise you’ll feel better after taking this.” The man grunts and curses in pain as he struggles to sit up on the girl’s soft bed. Arelia smiles and uncorks the bottle. Then she leans over the edge of the bed and lifts the cold glass to his lips. “Bottoms up!” She yips as she tilts the bottle upward. The vampire’s eyes widen a little and he coughs as the terrible tasting liquid forces it’s way down his throat. It burns and stings and it travels to his stomach, which then gurgles and glows as the gaping wound on his torso heals slowly. Each strand of flesh pulls itself back together, a disgusting squelching sound filling the room, sure that if anyone were to hear the noises without context, they’d think something more…frisky was going on… Eventually, the healing process finishes but yet the two of them still sit in the room together.
“That potion was horrendous, if it didn’t work so fast, I’d claim you tried to poison me. However, I tasted a hint of blood in that disgusting drink. Tell me, was it yours?” The man asks, a sly smirk growing on his face. His voice is deep and velvety, a hint of something darker on his tongue. His hues are a dark maroon now, most likely their natural color.
“If it was?” Arelia smiles shyly, that strange heat blossoming within her again as he gazes her over with an unnamed emotion behind his glossy orbs. The vampire chuckles darkly and in one blink of an eye he’s behind Arelia with his face in her neck. She jumps from his closeness and gasps when he whispers next to her ear, warm breath fanning over the sensitive spot underneath it.
“If it was… then I’d like a taste from the source.” He states plainly.
“What the hell?” Sphinx hisses, and the man fixes his hues onto the brown cat who’s trotting over with rage in his green orbs.
“Buzz off, cat.” The vampire’s sharp fangs appear when he grimaces at the cat, Sphinx pauses, and in turn looks at Arelia for her call.
“I’m okay, Sphinx. He won’t hurt me.” He nods and turns to leave, giving them some space. The man switches his attention back to Arelia, who sits in a chair next to the bed. Her heart is thrumming in her chest, body bubbling like poison potions before their final stage. His hands are on her shoulders, the cold of them seeping into her bones and racking a shiver down her spine.
“Onto the bed.” He states and she basically leaps on the bed with excitement swirling around in those pretty purple hues. Breast bouncing due to the movement. The black dress she wears is a simple one, meant to be worn for daily chores around the house. Though a woman in her most comfortable happens to be his favorite kind, especially a beautiful one like Arelia. A smile grows on the vampire’s expression as he looks her over from the roundness of her face to the swell of her breast, down to the wide curve of her hips. Blood isn’t the only thing his body wants from her, and he is the type of man to take what he wants.
“So, whats your name? Mine is Arelia.” The girl beams up at him, her sunny disposition at odds with her occupation of being a witch. He supposes there are good witches among the bad ones he’s met so far. Yes, she is truly different than the others, especially considering they never asked him for his name. Most just wanted him out of his clothes as quickly as possible, not Arelia.”
“It’s Orion, nice to meet you, Arelia.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Her voice goes breathy when he climbs onto the bed and settles himself between her legs pressing her back into the mattress. Orion has her shuddering and no, it’s not because he’s started placing kisses on the tender spot beneath her ear. It’s because of the sheer size difference between the two of them. Orion is much larger than Arelia, so much so that when he sucks hard on that soft spot, she unconsciously wraps her legs around him and they don’t even reach his pelvis.
“Tiny little thing aren’t you. It makes me hungry” Orion basically growls as he moves to suck on the opposite side of her neck. She gasps, quiet moans escaping her throat curtesy of him groping harshly at her breast. He pinches and pulls at the taut bud, wanting nothing more than to suck it into this mouth.
“About that…” She whispers between moans. “Your hunger, are you… going to bite me? You’d sure drain a small thing like me of everything I have.” Arelia says, a pained pleasure of a moan ripping itself from her throat as he tugs at the nipple. Orion pulls back from her, a whimper falling from the witch’s lips at the loss of his touch. When she snaps out of her lustful haze, she meets his gaze and theres such an intensity there that it actually startles Arelia. “W-what?” She questions, a delicious fear crawling up her insides as he eyes her with his scrutinizing gaze. Orion lets a deep chuckle tumble from his lips. The sound vibrating between both of them.
“I could just bite you normally yes, but we both know which bite you’re referring to. If I bite you with my fangs enlarged I either kill you, or turn you, and either process is not fun.” The man moves back to her form and swipes his tongue across her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and moving down her neck, peppering kisses as he goes until he finally reaches the soft mounds on her chest.
Freeing Arelia of her dress and the purple lacy bra she wears, he immediately sucks a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. The moan it forces from Arelia has his cock hardening in his pants and he thrusts up against her, wanting to relieve some of the tension building in his nether. Orions dick throbs as he humps against her, groaning with her breast in his mouth. For the first time in decades, he’s in ecstasy.
“I don’t care how you do it, just please do something before I combust into flames. I can’t take your endless teasing.” The vampire pays no attention to her complaints. After all, he lives forever, Orion will be damned if he doesn’t take his time with his prey. He’s hungry, and he will get his fill, one way or another. His touch is cold but with every lingering graze of his fingers a fire burns beneath her skin. He is oxygen, and the flames of her desire thrive off of him. He strums her pleasure higher when he changes nipples, sharp canines grazing against her flesh causing a soft mewl in response. Maybe it happened out of surprise, but the sound had already made its way down to his dick, and it’s throbbing for more.
However, something feels wrong. Like he shouldn’t be indulging in this, in her. Orion releases her breast from his mouth with a pop. He moves back to settle on his knees and stares at her. Something seems different, it might be the pleasure drawn on her face, or the way her voice penetrates his skin when she moans his name, but it’s like theres an energy flooding through his body in a way he hasn’t felt since he was human. It makes him-
“I think I’m hungry for a little something else…” he drawls. His voice deep and guttural, almost growl like.
“Like what?” Arelia questions, an innocent, naïve look in her hues. In that moment, clarity washes over Orion. This feeling, this energy coursing through his veins that has him craving her, needing her. It’s lust. Sure, he’s been with many women over the long course of his life, but he’s never felt so hungry for another. Not like this anyway. The feeling within him grows to a pulse beneath his skin, hot and throbbing.
“Like this.” He groans, licking his lips. The vampire grabs her knees and pushes them apart, revealing her soaked core to him, a sharp intake of air following suit. The last of his obstacles being the matching purple lacy panties gracing the curves of Arelia’s hips. She gasps, hands moving to cover her most private of areas.
“You cover yourself here, but your tits and everything else is exposed for my taking, why hide now, witch?” He basically purrs, his tone low. He runs a finger from the bottom of her soaked pussy all the way up to her clit and pauses, pressing into it slightly. The pleasure shocks through her, back arching and body pressing harder into Orion. The moan that falls from Arelia’s lips has the vampire’s cock twitching in his pants. He lets out what sounds like a growl and rips the panties off of her.
“Hey!” She huffs and Arelia reaches underneath the large pillow behind her and pulls out a wooden wand, the wood woven around multiple gemstones, extending and ending twisted around a single point. Orion pauses, but he’s not looking at the witch. No, he’s looking at her glistening pussy. “I liked this set and here you go ripping them off me.”
“You fucking liked it apparently.” He laughs, then leans down over Arelia, his lips teasing the shell of her ear. Clothed crotch pressing against her naked one, a wet spot forming on the cloth. Orion’s breath warm is on her neck, soft like a caress and agonizingly desperate like a man starved. “your cunt is sopping, shining with the dirty fucking proof” He whispers and backs up to lean down between her legs. Arelia’s chest heaves faster, breaths deepening as she tries to control her obvious anticipation of his antics. Meanwhile Orion is between her legs, the smell of her arousal has his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “Oh fuck.” Orion’s dick is so hard that the button on his pants might fly off if more pressure is applied to it. He reaches down to palm himself as he licks a long stripe up the entirety of her wet pussy, staring at into her eyes all the while. Orion sucks her clit into his mouth and groans at the taste of Arelia.
“You make so fucking hungry, so ravenous, so… blood thirsty.” He rambles on while eating her out, her arousal dripping down his face as she moans and grips the tight coils of his hair. His eyes glow a hot pink, his nails grow into sharp points, digging into Arelia’s silky skin. Then, his fangs enlarge, and he moves to her inner thigh and bites down.
⋅˚₊‧ �� ⋅Mafia Bf x Bratty Gf‧ �� ‧₊˚ ⋅ 1.4k words
Warnings: Sexual assault, Sexual themes, Violence, Profanity, Drug use
The loud shriek of tires screeching across the pavement filled the night lit city. Cop cars and sirens flying down the street giving chase to a black Porsche on 97th Ave. The curve of the moon glimmers among the stars within the night sky. Passersby’s are very much startled by the three cop cars rushing past at break neck speeds following closely behind the mafia members car.
"We wouldn't be in this fucking mess if you didn't get greedy." He snarls. Smokey grey eyes glance at her sideways. Veiny hands grip the steering wheel as the car jerks to the right while he swerves left. Tires smearing black marks on the pavement. Police cars desperately follow suit, one of them even spinning out while trying to keep up with the intensity of the chase. The Vehicle slams into the pillars of the pawn shop off 96th. Smoke rises from the car as an officer, surprisingly, stumbles out, dazed.
"Ugh, as if you didn't force me to go with you." The girl kicks her feet up on the dash, sipping her tea and slowly turning the music up in the car. " I could've been at home, snuggled in bed. But nooooo, I just had to come rob the fucking bank with you." The matte black lighter she grabs sparks, flame catching onto the joint hanging loosely from her lips. Breathing in and then exhaling the smoke into the confined space. The dancing gray streaks swirl in the air, hypnotizing as her head grows increasingly fuzzy, emotions dulling and words dragging.
The man rolls his eyes, gaze flickering to the blinding reflection in his side mirror. Blue and red flashing through the extremely dark *illegal* tint of the Porsche. Agitation claws and scratches at the back of his mind. He grips the wheel again, foot slamming on the break. The car halting so quickly that the tea the girl was quietly enjoying spilled all over her as the car jerked forward. The Police cars zooms past, officers frantically trying to stop their vehicles. The man then rotates the steering wheel once more, pedal to the metal, and the car swerves in the street before he slams a hard left and races down the dimly lit back street, losing the cops.
“What the hell is wrong with you? A warning would’ve been fucking nice.” She spits out. Waist length beaded braids click and clack together as the girl walks to the door. Disgust and anger evident on her unusually soft features.
The woman picks at her wet shirt. Her is skin irritated, courtesy of the hot tea that abruptly doused her during the heat of the chase. She groans, small hands moving to grab the hem of her tight cropped shirt. She lifts it up and over her head, the sticky cloth clings to her, as if to linger just a second longer on the woman’s scarred skin. The soaked shirt plops against the stone pathway, the wet sound making the now topless girl cringe.
“You’re delusional if you think I’m letting you walk around like that.” Annoyance thick on the mans tongue, the car door slams in behind his force further proving the point. The sky above is an inky sort of dark, as he walks over to her. The kind where its so black that you can just make out the swirly hues of dark purple and navy blue. The color mingling and melting into the twinkling stars light years beyond our planet. The Mafia house is calm at this hour, its servants and members either sleeping peacefully or holed up in their bedrooms.
"oh yeah?" she questions challengingly. The smirk on her face growing sheepish, borderline mischievous. “and please enlighten me on the methods you plan on using.” She opens her mouth again. Only it’s his footsteps that fill the silence stretching between them. His back turned to her, he strides over to the car again.
“Stop being a stubborn brat and don’t you dare move.” he opens the door to the sleek black car. Dark royal blue slivers decorating the dramatized outlines of the Porsche. The car itself exuding speed in every aspect of its being. He grabs the jacket lying on the seat, and turns back to the girl, only to find her gone. “Damn it”
“Oh -yes, just a little closer, put that slutty mouth to good fucking use” a masked mafia member pushes her head toward his crotch. Her hands push against his thighs, scratching and clawing against his skin. Scarlet paints the canvas that is his flesh. The member lets out a disgusting growl, snatching her braids up in his fist he pulls her closer. His shrimpy pale manhood dangles in her face and it takes the girl all but 10 seconds to start gagging in disgust.
“Fucking hell, if you’re gonna force me at least have a big dick. Then again I guess this is the whole reason you’ve resorted to such a method.” The mafia member falters, a sneer creeping its way into his blotchy red face. The minimal space of the broom closet has the girl struggling for air admits the dire situation she’s found herself in. The hard wood presses against her bruised knees threatening to draw blood.
“Bitch shut up-“ the door swings open, soft warm light blankets the the dark closet. His presence fills the room, tugging at something within the girls heart. He’s constantly finding his way to her, never leaving Ivy in the dark for too long.
They gravitate towards each other, both never far behind from one another. Idris’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his seething gaze fixed toward the mafia member who’s currently fisting Ivy’s hair. The man instantly pushes her away, causing the girl to crash into the mops, brooms, and other buckets and supplies littering the dirty closet. Hitting the floor she cries out. Idris’s name being the only sound dancing on her tongue. He can’t hear her, too busy ripping the mafia member who still has his pants down out of the closet and into the bright hallway. The mafia member, now identified as Marco stuffs his shrimp into his pants, skin blotchy and face grim. Idris glares at the man on the ground. Teeth grinding and fist clenching. It takes all his strength and more not to kill him right here, right now. However, he has more important things to attend to. Like his lover.
He steps back into the cramped closet, and gently lifts Ivy from the hard, dirty floor and walks out of the room, the woman in his arms bridal style. “Lewis” Idris calls for the burly man who immediately rounds the corner down the hall. He doesn’t even need to say anything. Lewis only handles one thing in the mafia house. Idris turns away from the scene before Ivy can catch glimpse of the violence awaiting Marco.
After arriving to Idris’ room on the upper floor of the mansion, he sets Ivy down on the expensive plush mattress of his bed. “This time, you listen.” He says strictly, a -fuck around and find out- expression drawn on his features. Ivy is quick to nod in response. The man, seeming satisfied with her answer, strides over to the bathroom to grab a few first aid supplies to bandage the cuts and bruises blooming on her melanated skin. When Idris returns he doesn’t hesitate to fall to his knees and begin bandaging her.
Ivy stares at him with awe in her eyes. Her features at peace in a way they haven’t been in a long while. “Idris?” Ivy mumbles.
“Hm?” He doesn’t look up from her legs, cleaning a cut that has her hissing.
“Kiss me.” In a matter of seconds he’s on her, hands searching every inch of her body, exploring up her shirt and giving her ample breasts a rough squeeze. His tongue is crashing against hers, fighting for dominance in a battle that neither of them want to win. They’re too lost in each-other to care about competition. To care about anything, really. Idris hands roam back down her curves to grip the plush of her ass in his hands before she breaks the kiss, gulping down as much air as she can. They stare at one another for a moment, heavy breaths filling the silence of the room. Ivy huffs out a giggle before pulling Idris into a hug.
“ I guess beneath the surface you’re actually a huge softie.” Ivy laughs between the words.
“I’m only soft for you Mi Amor”
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Have you ever wondered why people always claim to see demons...but never angels?
"Please, Release me! He won’t stop until you’re alI dead! I promise you’ll come to regret this." The fallen angel struggles against her chains
They were once in balance, light and dark. The demons and the angels, both even having their own jurisdiction. But of course, just because life was peaceful, doesn’t mean that the animosity disapeared overnight. Though its been over a decade, no angel could forget the cruelness of the demons. And no demon could forget the angels obsession with being in control.
So, it didn’t come as a shock when the Archangels raged after learning of an Angel who was in love with a demon. And not just any demon, the Demon King himself. It's also no suprise that the leaderships first action was to punish the girl for her crimes. She thrashed, cried, and pleaded to be freed; Knowing what her lover could do, what he would do once he found her missing. Alas, her people didn't listen. They threw her in a cell hundreds of feet below the surface. Her small body slamming against the wall and collapsing to the floor. She hoped that she was right in her assumption. And oh how correct she was, because the King was already at the Arch Angels front door step.
"Where is she?" He demanded the scrawny angel boy on his knees. The demon first stopped at a small village, questioning angels about his missing lover. To no avail though, the angels kept their mouths shut... expect for one particularly bold woman.
" Why in gods name would we tell you where that traitorous bitch is being held? She deserves to be put to death!" Mumbles of agreement grew into shouts from the surrounding crowd. And eventually, all angels cities he visited soon erupted into chaos. Citizens throwing rocks and curses among other things at the King and his guards. He stilled, a malicious grin growing on the demons face. This gives him he incentive that he needs- wants, to end their pathetic race. In fact, the only reason those wretched creatures still walk the earth is because of the fallen angel herself. Begging for mercy for they do not know better. Look where that empathy has gotten her. Where his love for her has gotten him. His love warping her wings, cracking them, morphing them into a gray limp shell of what they once were.. He's quiet now, his way of silently mourning the lives his hands are about to take. He spares a look to his men, a single command ushering his army to slaughter every angel who refuses to tell him where his lover had been taken to.
His blood is heated, boiling even as he stares another man in his face. "Where is she." he demands once again.
"Go. To. Hell." The angel spits, saliva dripping down the armored demons face. The King laughs a maniacal one.
“Oh I won‘t be the one departing today, but when I do.. (he smiles) I’ll see you there” Unsheathing his bloody blade in one moment and in the next, beheading the angel before him. The lifeless body collapses to the floor, blood spurting out of its severed neck and puddling onto the green grass. The head is then held by the King, raised up in air his voice booms.
“This is the future of you damned angels.” Looking around, the houses, the streets, his guards, were bathed in blood. Bodies littered the floor, white wings soaked in crimson. Screams decorating the town in a symphony of sounds. And still, they continued. Beating, berating, and beheading every obstacle in his way. Cites left burning and crumbling. Blood stained streets remained behind in the Demons wake. No one could stop him. No one had any chance to.
She tried warn them.
“You think that waste of life is going to come for you? You’re just a plaything to him. And he’s just an animal.” The male angel guard slams his hands on the bars of the cell. The iron shaking behind the force. “when the archangels declare you a criminal and kill you for your crimes, I’ll make sure to have some fun with you first.” He sneers. The fallen angel sits on her knees, hands bound behind her. A smirk grows on her grime covered skin. She laughs, the sound scratchy from dehydration.
“I tried to warn you fools! ITS TOO LATE TO REGRET IT NOW.” She yells. Laughing as blood curdling screams sound from down the hall. The guards head snaps to the right. His eyes widening as the Demon King -that he just called an animal- tears the head off of the last guard occupying the hall. Blood gushing out of the remains. Lifeless head thunking to the floor, lolling over to show the wide unseeing eyes of the once very alive guard. The hall is soaked in crimson, stone walls stained red. Puddles of maroon left behind his every step. And the Demon King? Well, he might as well have been drenched in it. The blood coating his armor like paint. The sticky substance coagulating on his armored arms and protected legs. The smell of iron tainting the still air of the prison hall. The angel stumbles back, falling onto his ass, trembling like a dog.
"Y-you cant b-be here.... the Archangels they!" he stutters out.
"Are dead. The Archangels are dead, and frankly they never stood a chance. But of course they wouldn't tell you idiots that" He laughs at the frightened boy. The demon glances at his disheveled lover, bruise and grime covered skin. Arms chained to the floor as if she were a criminal. His rage flared again, blood lust needing to be satisfied. His eyes wandered back over to the angel guard on the floor. " What did you say? About having fun with her?"
The guards face pales, mouth moving but words failing him. The King slowly nods before immediately grabbing the angels head and smashing it into the bloody stone wall before stomping his skull in. Brain matter and flesh squelching as he places his foot down. Scarlet drips down the armor he wears, proof of the carnage and gore he's endured to find the angel. The King signals his men to free her while removing the sticky armor from his body. Key clicking and chains thunking to the floor. Her body is cold, dehydrated, and frail. Breaths shallow as the Demon takes the angels weak body in his arms, hands surprisingly gentle. Forehead pressing against hers.
"I almost believed that you wouldn't come.." She wheezes, hand caressing his face.
"Oh angel, I'd bathe the world in crimson to find you."
It's because thats how the Demon King intended it to be.
the photo that inspired me!
**Not my photo, found on Pinterest**
I promise I'm working on my book! (Haha) sometimes Mama Cosmo needs a break from that long ass story. Anyway EAT THIS UP. Don't hesitate to Dm me grammatical errors or misspells!
Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sexual assault, Violence, Profanity.
Class only started twenty minutes ago and he’s already checked out. Tapping his pencil, shifting in his seat, clicking on his laptop. Your best friend was truly and utterly bored. His gaze flickered over to your seat. Your empty seat. You were usually here, painting his two-toned world a new color. Your presence like a song he couldn’t get enough of. Or a drug that he's addicted to, however now he's having withdrawals. Because You. Are not. Here. The annoyance of it all causing him to adjust positioning in the seat again. His impatience slowly rising, foot tapping against the floor as he began to reach for his phone.
That is until the door to the chemistry lab opened, and out came you. The room might as well have grown brighter in the boy's eyes. He sat up, engaged in your presence, taking in your figure. The shape of your breast, the curve your hips, the plump of your lips. They sucked him in like a damned black hole. He quickly tugged off his jacket and pulled it over his lap. Hiding his hardening; It's not like he wanted to be rude. You, who started to walk over after conversating with the professor, looked wonderful today. The long sleeve sage green dress you wore constrasted beautifully against your skin causing the boy to gulp in anticipation as you sat down. Your scent flooded over him, refreshing, addicting.
"Hey!" You huffed, settling your things and snapping on your goggles. "Sorry I'm late. Book club pictures."
"Hey cutie, no worries. I'm just glad you showed up, or else I would've been hella bummed." He says, quietly sliding his chair closer to yours.
You blushed, heat creeping up your neck. Hell you always did, his teasing constantly flustered you. Heart beating a little faster whenever he's around. You could never put a finger on why though, your obliviousness getting the best of you.
"Really? Don't say things like that if you don't mean them" she mumbles, her gaze crashing to the lab paper sitting on the table. He chuckles, leaning closer, his voice dropping a few levels, a message meant for only her.
"And if I do mean it, what then starlight?" his voice vibrates through her ears. A chill sprinting down her spine. He backs up and laughs. You gawk, his boldness leaving you flabbergasted. The boy loves to embarrass you. Getting a kick out of seeing you blush. His lewd whispers being too much for your heart to handle. Holding a hand up to your mouth you cough, changing the subject.
"I'm heading to a huge house party later on today, you should swing by. Only if you want to of course" You tucked a strand of hair out of your face. He smiles at you, fuzzy and warm. Well he fooled you, because he did not want to go. He wasn't a fan of parties or going out to loud spaces.
"If that ass is there then you know thats where I'll be." But he couldnt help but say yes to you. You just looked so happy when he agreed to your little request. Eyes big, full of pleading.
Thats why he's ended up in this situation.
Dressed in a black compression shirt and black jeans, he leans against the wall of the very full house party. Drink in hand he sighs. What did I get myself into He thought. From time to time a drunk woman would wander over to him. They'd babble on about how shitty of an ex they had and how its been too long since- He wasn't listenting. Blatantly ignoring the poor girl leaning against him. He was too busy eyeing you down. He took another swig of the cheap liquor the party offered and swallowed the digusting liquid. His head grew fuzzy watching you. The way your breasts bounced when your hip jutted out to the music. Or they way your ass recoiled when you swayed your hips back to the beat. The way you threw your arms up and danced like no one was watching. However someone was, and it isn't your best friend.
The stranger watched you dance from within the crowd. Slowly moving closer as the dance floor grew more upbeat. He finally stood behind you. Taking advantage of the knowledge that he knew your 'friends' went to the bathroom and weren't behind you anymore. You felt someone pressing against you, however, you had not been aware that it was a stranger until he harshly groped the soft fat of your rear. But your bestfriend saw all of it. In fact, the second that the stranger dared to put his hands on you, his face had been bashed in. The people surrounding the three of you gasp as a sickening crunch sounded from the randoms face. The man's hand cupped his nose as blood spurted from it. Your bestfriend shaking his hand seemingly getting ready for another punch. You quickly stopped him though, pulling him out of the party and around the side of the house. The night air was still and cool against your heated skin. Nothing but the sounds of you and your besfriends heavy breaths filled the quiet space between you two.
" You came" you say with a small smile. He nods, stepping closer until your back hits the cold wood of the house. Placing both hands on the widening of your hips he asks, a desperate look in his eyes.
"What is it going to take for you to look at me?" he whispers-whimpers basically, tugging you against him.
You do, you're looking. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, ogling your bestfriend who just confessed to you and protected you from a potential rapist. Every word he's said, every longing glace and tempting touch from his floods your memories. He washes over your senses. You finally take notice of his strong jawline. The muscles bulging out of his compressed top. His beautiful hues staring back at you. The hardness pressing against your stomach. You see him. The revelation has you grabbing his face and kissing him hard. Hands tangling in his hair as he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. You let him in, tongues crashing and swirling around each other. His hands gripping your ass firmly as he lifts you up against the house. He's been waiting for this. Your now assumed lover grinds against you, pulling you impossibly closer as the both of your lips fight to stay connected. Alas, the kiss ends sloppily with you gasping for air and your lover trailing his kisses down your neck.
"Take me to your place?" You question, out of breath. Your lover smirked, pearly whites shining in the moonlight.
