Cover for the Cursed Mate I did in Canva! Original Art belongs to JadeMerien
Currently I am about to review chapter 2 and get onto chapter 3.. For now it still stands that the story will have about 15 chapters.. Once I have 5 chapters written and reviewed I will start posting it so that I can make weekly updates and once it is finished, I will post everything on AO3.. Quotev maybe a little earlier.. See you laters lovelies!!
Heyom!! It's me again lolz.. I decided to create some sort of a portfolio in the form of posting my best stuff on Quotev.. I have been posting there since about 2023 but now decided to exchange the updated website from Wattpad to Quotev. Once I finish Cursed Mate, I plan on working on my other stuff and posting it here too.. If you wanna read so far what I have, it is all posted on Quotev, so feel free to check it out already.. However some edits may come as I will be reviewing shit in time when I come back to it, so there might be changes in the future.
That being said, here are the links to the stories! For the cover arts I used deviant art pictures with the permission of the artists, no worries. They will be all credited under the pictures. The edits to them were made by me in Canva.
First we have The Torn Flower's Bloom. My first skz fanfic, currently on hiatus, because I am editing the first chapters since I started writing that one in uni and bro I dropped out 2 years ago. So yeah.
She never thought she could love again after her heartbreak and loneliness.
He thought he would never find someone as dear to him as his bro
Next we have a very dear thing to me. A compilation of writings, my very beginings, poems. They are very dark, since writing poems was always a way to deal with emotions. I am only posting my English ones on Quotev, I have same amount of ones in Czech.. Maybe one day I will translate them but not today.
(Im)Possibilities of Life
Artist jontorresart - www.deviantart.com/jontorresart
And lasty, my very first fanfiction what I didn't even realize was a fanfiction when I was writing it. I always loved Lilith as a biblical character and both a demon. Back in 2019 I collabed on this story with a fellow artist, he did the drawings and I the writing. Soon after, he ghosted me and I decided to pick it up again after couple of years and try to update it when I have the energy and mood for it. Recently I translated it from Czech to English and it is also on AO3, so if that is your preferred website to read on, feel free to look there..
First Woman's chronicle:
This art was made by Isabella 'Purplehate' Konstantinova
Now I'm actually going to bed, because it's 6:22 am and I have to get up in 6 hours for work.. See yall later.. Hopefully I will work on my new works soon.
Cover for the Cursed Mate I did in Canva! Original Art belongs to JadeMerien
Currently I am about to review chapter 2 and get onto chapter 3.. For now it still stands that the story will have about 15 chapters.. Once I have 5 chapters written and reviewed I will start posting it so that I can make weekly updates and once it is finished, I will post everything on AO3.. Quotev maybe a little earlier.. See you laters lovelies!!
New story alert!! my first posted story on tumblr!!
Welcome a fanfiction of Bang Chan x OC in the story of Cursed Mate!!
It is going to be dark fantasy about 15 chapters at least.. It is a story I have been putting up together for a bit and will try to publish as much as I can.. It is a dear child of mine, very much of a self insert but that is purely because I just can't seem to find enough stories where the FMC is the morally grey/monster and the MMC changes from grumpy and hyper independent to be her safe space.. And obviously I am Bang Chan biased (ult) so here it is.. I am working on it as we speak, so don't really look for quick updates.. Sht is hard... xddd
Prompts: morally grey fmc, witch!fmc, shadow monster fmc!, germanic foklore monsters and werewolves, overcoming past trauma in the form of a divine curse, werewolf omegaverse, slowburn, strangers to lovers, happy ending
MDNI!!
Warnings (now please go through these, because there is triggering stuff and it's *heavy*): past trauma, abusive father, abusive brother, classic abuse of patriarchal male alphas in wolf packs, past rape/non con, sexual trauma, sexual insecurity, murder, violence, blood and horror, dismembering by a beast's jaw, war, explicit sexual content, explicit language, abuse from a romantic partner (not mmc to fmc!) and last but not least side character death (none of the boys, I am not that kind of a monster..)
Synopsis:
Airmid: Enemies? Hardly.. He's just fucking annoying in his big alpha headspace and dire need to protect his pack like a good alpha pup trying to please his mom.. Or is he? Is there more behind this? Either way I can't get rid of him now because apparently he's my fated mate and has this frustrating impulse to cater to my every need and understand why I'm so distant to him and other alphas. Why I never trust alphas in the first place. But what happens when he learns about my Shadow curse and that I lost my wolf or that I can't give him an heir? Will he still be so determined to make me his?
Christopher: I can't shake it ever since that encounter in the woods. Her runes, her eyes going full black and the touch on her scarred skin. I could feel my wolf howling in pride to have discovered my fated mate. It is a great blessing to discover that the sister of the pack alpha my pack is helping in this war is my fated mate. Why does she keep pulling away then? Why does she not trust her wolf and the bond between us? I will get to the bottom of this and I will make sure that she learns the safety and love I can offer her. Not only is my pack my first priority now, but also my mate who keeps refusing me.
Hope you will look forward to this story as much as I am!! See you around!
Synopsis:
Minho had everything under control. At least, that's what he liked to portray to those around him. But she saw through it, leaving him with no other choice but to get away from her. The question is, will he be able to resist his urges enough to stay away?
Pairing: Dom!Minho x Fem!Reader
Genre: Porn w/o plot, angst
Word count: 3.7k
Angst. Semi-established relationship. Mutual pining. Porn without plot. Light BDSM. D/S dynamics. Orgasm control. Edging. Fingering (female receiving). Oral (female receiving). Penetration. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap). Breath play. Corruption kink. Nicknames like "goddess," "gorgeous," "baby/ babe" & "good girl." Slight degradation. Praise kink. Healthy communication. Aftercare. Third person POV.
A/n: I'm not a native english speaker and I spell like a rake so grammatical errors and spelling errors are bound to be found.
Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ only.
This is an original work. Do not repost, re-upload or otherwise redistribute.
Minho took a deep breath, letting the bitter-sweet scent of the freshly brewed coffee overflow his senses as he brought the cup closer to his face. His muscles relaxed as he released his breath. The late summer breeze provided a feeling of familiarity and comfort as it seeped through the fabric of his white shirt, clinging to his shape. The warm rays of the afternoon sun gently hugged the skin on his arms.
He despised days like this one. Days that should be relaxing. Days he had set aside to allow himself some peace of mind, to free himself of everyday stress and obligations. Instead, he found himself lost in the sounds in his mind. The overwhelming onslaught of thoughts clouding his senses. Tightly squeezing his chest like a hydraulic press.
His heart ached longingly at the thought of her. Her image, breathtaking and pure, stuck in the back of his mind. She had been the first person to see him for who he truly was. The first to acknowledge his flaws, while still embracing the entirety of his being with the tender touch of a fated lover. Her affection was kind, profound and it downright terrified him. Never before had he felt such a strong connection to another. Nevertheless, her attachment often proved too much for him to handle. Before, he had always managed to come back to his senses, but this time was different. He had promised himself to stay away. Drained by the confusing emotions the outside had brought, he had confined himself to his apartment.
He didn’t need her, not really. He kept repeating the words over and over in his mind. The security she offered was something he could only ever hope to receive long term, after all.
He took another sip from his cup, letting his body melt into the cushiony pillows of his outdoor lounge chair. His attempt to drown out the ringing in his ears proved futile, leading him to concentrate on the velvety fabric beneath him instead.
< Bzzt >
The sudden buzz of his phone jolted him out of his new-found comfort. He took a breath through gritted teeth as he swiped down on his phone screen to read the notification.
[ Missed call: You have 8 missed call(s) from “Goddess.” ]
[ Voicemail: You have 1 missed voicemail(s). ]
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, bitterness clinging to his voice like the strongest glue.
He prepared himself as best he could. Steadying his nerves before pressing on the notification. All sounds were nearly drowned out by the loud thumping of his pulse in his ears.
“Do not falter, Minho” he reminded himself.
“Baby? Are you okay? Don’t just shut me out like this. Talk to me. Please? Can't we just talk this out?”
Her words clear as day through the speaker of his phone. The sound of her voice… just as angelic as he remembered.
He desired nothing more than to hold her in his arms. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to return her calls, to make it right. But his fear still overpowered him. The risk of hurting her was too great. What if his desires would some day come to hurt her? He couldn't risk it, even though she was willing.
She had told him multiple times that she could handle it. That she desired nothing more than to be owned by him, used by him. Have him in ways no one ever had before. She trusted him fully, and he trusted her. But what if that wasn’t enough? He didn’t want to figure it out. He needed to cool off, distract himself before his mind became clouded with nothing but impure thoughts of her.
Turning off the icy-water, Minho felt somewhat relieved for the first time in days. He had hidden himself away in his apartment for a week trying to avoid her. He had spent countless sleepless nights staring at her contact in his phone; resisting the urge to call her. They had gone from calling, texting and meeting each other every day for weeks, just for him to cut all communication as soon as he started feeling that nagging feeling of familiarity.
Ever the pleasure seeker, the circumstances under which he had met her was no exception. They met each other on a night out. Him out with his boys, her with her girls when their eyes met across the dancefloor. Inebriated lust washed over them faster than the rush of illicit substances as soon as his gaze fell on her. One influenced night of adult fun, resulting in a steady situationship. He supposed the salacious want he felt for her was just that, a mere chemical reaction. A simple biological process…strong enough to awaken the darkest of fantasies. Of course, no one would blame him for it. Not if they had felt the spread of fiery intoxication her big, pleading eyes ignited in his veins whenever she looked at him. In fact, they would grant him a standing ovation for his level of self-restraint, he was sure.
She knew how to awaken the demon in him … without him ever having to share any of his earthly desires with her. He reckoned the only logical explanation was for her to have been an ancient goddess sent to earth specifically for him. She was made for him; of that he was certain. He wanted to make her happy, protect her from evil, and become a better man for her. Alas, his deep desire to covet her was greater. He needed to claim her, mark her as his own. He craved the corruption of her purity, to make her obsessed with him to the point of others shying away. The mere thought of someone attempting to lay hands on the person he considered to be his most sacred treasure turned his thoughts murderous. He shook himself back to reality.
He carefully wrapped his towel around his waist, strands of silver still dripping down the frame of his face as he mindlessly stepped into his kitchen to pour himself a glass of golden stress-relief. He grabbed a lowball from the cabinet above him, carefully placing two large cubes of ice in the glass before pouring a double of usquebaugh over them. Minho felt a comforting warmth spread across his chest as he swallowed the first sip of his drink. Smooth notes of white chocolate and roasted coffee beans lingering on his palate. The sound of faint knocking brought him back to reality.
The door to his apartment opened with a soft click, revealing a half naked Minho to…her, whiskey glass in hand. Her cheeks turning rose at the unexpected state of him. Droplets of crystal left wet trails from the nape of his neck down to his protruding abs, his honey skin prickling at the cold outside his loft. His face, just as surprised as hers.
They stood frozen, taking in each other’s form for a minute before she finally broke out of her trance.
“I've been trying to reach you.” she spoke softly, voice low as if trying to not scare him away.
“I've been busy.” he deadpanned.
A lie. They both knew it. Minho looked at the drink in his hands, her eyes following his gaze as he swirled the liquid in his glass.
“Look at me, Minho.”
He shut his eyes, forehead wrinkling with annoyance. He wished for her to disappear. Her presence was unbearable. He hated when she spoke softly to him, hated the way it comforted him. Hated how much it made him want to lean on her, depend on her. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He swore he would never depend on another again. Not after the pain he had been through.
His life had been a series of burned bridges and betrayals, making him promise himself to never venture into something deeper than the physical connection of two bodies. But she was different. She saw him. She gave him the hope he thought he had given up on years ago.
“I said, look at me.”
Her voice was firm. Caring. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears getting louder. If he did not close the door now, he would not be able to resist her. Her voice was starting to draw him in, he could feel it. Desire slowly started to cloud his senses. His entire body screamed for him to kiss her, hold her close, and steal her away from the world. He wouldn't. He couldn’t.
“Go home, gorgeous. Let’s talk another time.”
It took everything he had to reject her, to send her back from whence she came. But he was running out of time, and he had to make her leave while he still had some semblance of control over himself.
With determined eyes, she took a step closer. This prompted Minho to let go of the door as he stumbled to keep the distance between them. The door shut closely behind her as soon as she set foot into his apartment.
“I know why you’ve been hiding from me” she finally spoke.
“I haven’t been hiding from you. I’ve been-”
“Busy? Yeah, you keep saying that and yet you always read my texts as soon as I send them, but never reply to me.”
Minho stared in amazement, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out how she had known. All those nights he had spent reading her messages, fighting his inner demons to not respond when she called out for him.
“How the hell would you know?”
She let out a deep, exasperated sigh, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself.
“You have your message read receipts on, babe…”
Minho stared at her dumbfounded. Amazed that even he could stoop to such a high level of pure stupidity. He managed to pull himself together, trying his best to sound unbothered.
“So? I’m not allowed to read the texts of the girl I’m fucking now?” he said, trying to sound nonchalant while a smirk began to creep up the corner of his mouth.
“Not if you’re not going to have the decency to answer her back.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her tone was decisive, almost intimidating. He knew better than to fight her head-on. It always ended with him on his knees anyway, so instead he opted for the only out he could think of. Minho scoffed and downed the last of his drink before turning to top it up.
He walked straight to the kitchen counter and the uncorked bottle, immediately grabbing it to pour himself another drink. He made sure to take a swig straight from the bottle to summon some strength while he was at it. He had been down this road before. Once she stepped foot inside his flat, he would not be able to resist her. He needed the extra liquid courage. Maybe he could drink himself into a blackout before she came too close again.
“Minho…” she said as she leaned against the kitchen door, concern apparent in her tone. Her feign affection prodigious. He could not stand another second of her suffocating questioning.
He turned around to face the sink. Too afraid to say something he would regret, instead opting for another sip of the liquid in his hands.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt arms enveloping him, the warmth of her cheek against his back. The force of that nagging familiar feeling made itself known once again. His chest tightened. His heart rate elevated as the grip on the glass in his hands loosened at the flowery scent of her perfume. She held him tight.
“Is it really that hard to just say it?”
“Say what?” Minho felt his patience wearing thin.
“Fine… I’ll say it then you emotionally constipated dork.”
She let out a hushed sigh, hands freeing Minho of her hold. He turned to look at her, something akin to childish bitterness lacing his features. His eyes softened upon meeting her gaze. She took his hands in hers, rubbing slow, calming circles onto his skin as she spoke.
“Minho… It’s okay for you to love me.”
Time stopped. Minho could have sworn he was hallucinating.
“What?”
“It’s okay for you to love me. You really think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying I love you too, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it yourself.”
“I don-”
She put her finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up before his brain could even register the motion. Minho snapped. Unadulterated lust overpowering his senses as he let himself feel the depth of his emotions for the first time in years. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. He wanted her. Needed her. Wanted to make up for the time they had lost while not talking.
His lips crashed onto hers, his hand sliding its way up the back of her head grabbing the roots of her hair. He forced her head back, deepening the kiss, while the other hand kept the tight grip around her waist. Using the weight of his body, he pushed her to the bedroom. Not once letting her break the kiss.
He pressed a hand to her chest, pushing her onto the bed, his body followed closely behind hers. A surprised gasp left her lips as he trapped her with his frame. He scanned the features of her face, looking for any potential sign of hesitancy. She reached her hand up to his face, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
“I want this, Minho. I want you.”
She held his face in her hands as she spoke, pulling him into a reassuring kiss. His hand traveled down her body, her skin left burning in the wake of his touch. She pressed herself up against him as he grabbed the back of her thigh, wrapping her leg around him. He needed her closer. Wanted for them to melt into each other so that nothing would ever separate them again. His hand slid up her back. She arched into him as he unbuckled her bra with the flick of his fingers.
He pressed his thigh against her. Her core throbbing at the friction he created. His lips teased her neck, gently kissing his way down to her chest. He stiffened her nipple with his wet tongue, drawing circles around it. He teasingly bit it as he let his hand fall between them.
Her hands intertwined with his hair as Minho palmed her, adding that delicious pressure to her clit once more before helping her out of her jeans. Using his digits, he teased her wet folds, gently prodding her entrance.
“M-Minho…” she moaned, as her temperature rose.
He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. Those big, pleading eyes that drove him absolutely fucking insane with desire. He knew what she wanted of him, what she needed. But it didn't matter. He wanted her to say it, wanted her to beg for it. After all, she always was the prettiest when she whined for more.
“Come on, use your big girl words. Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”
“I w-want you inside.” she confessed, cheeks flushing at his careful devotion.
“Oh? Lost our manners, have we?”
His voice dropped a couple of notes, the mocking in his tone apparent as he spoke.
“I'm sorry. P-please, make me feel good. I want you to t-tease my g-spot with your fingers.”
Each carefully planned roll of his digits through her folds made her shiver. Her need to feel him inside her, growing with each stroke. She could feel her body burning.
“Good girl.” he said with that familiar smirk plastered on his face, a subtle scoff escaping as he spoke.
He kissed her passionately while letting his fingers penetrate her wet heat. He let out a moan as her velvety walls contracted around him. He found her sweet spot almost instantly. He knew her body well after all.
“F-fuck!” she gasped breathlessly as he began to put pressure on the velvety spot inside her. The long, aggravatingly slow strokes to her sensitive area, clouding her mind.
She rocked her hips to his rhythm, chasing her high. He propped himself up on his elbow, leaving her lips with the feeling of emptiness.
“How much?” he asked.
Presumably a somewhat weird question, had it not been asked between the two of them. She knew exactly what he meant. He was gauging her tolerance, seeing how far he could push without breaking her. She loved that about him. The way he made sure to communicate with her, check in on her even during the most sinful of moments.
“Easy.”
He gave a slight nod as he removed himself from her, leaving her soaked core feeling empty and needy. He slid down to her middle, carefully placing his head between her voluptuous thighs. He blew gently on her exposed clit, sending shivers down her spine.
“You tease me too much, babe.” she said, her voice breathless and shaky.
“Don't act like you don't love it. You know just as well as I do my pretty slut absolutely loves getting her pretty little clit teased.”
She moaned. His words, the mixture of degradation and praise, made her clench around nothing. He closed his lips around her sensitive knob. Her hands gripped at the roots of his hair as he swirled his tongue against her. She felt that familiar knot forming in her stomach, threatening to become undone for him at any moment.
Her muscles tightened as he picked up his speed, soft kitten licks pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He put his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place, preventing her from escaping the pleasure.
“F-fuck, Minho! I'm gonna-”
“No, you're not.”
He sat back up, watching as her high slowly faded.
“W-why?” She stammered, frustrated; her legs still left trembling with excitement.
“Manners, remember?”
She whined. The torment, a delicious mix of sweet and sour.
“You're so fucking mean.”
He helped her to her hands and knees, a satisfied smirk mantled to his lips as he let a firm hand push her head into the fluffy pillow. She arched her back for him, giving him full access to her once more.
“I know, gorgeous. I’m sorry.” he said, tone cold and condescending as he pushed his length inside her.
He set a steady pace, his hand sneaking down to rub teasing circles onto her clit, his length hitting that blissful spot inside her. He pulled her up, body pressed flush against him, his hand grabbing her neck. He squeezed her throat firmly, adding just enough pressure to release that lofty sensation that made her legs weak. His hips picked up speed as he let his teeth sink into the nape of her neck, his own orgasm looming.
“Min-Minho, I'm c-close.” she managed, between heavy breaths.
“Not yet. I want to see that pretty face of yours when you cum.”
He turned her around to lay down on her back. Guiding her legs onto his shoulders, he snapped his hips repeatedly, the new angle allowing him deeper inside her. His silver strands damp and messy above her, his muscles tightening with each thrust.
“Holy fuck-”
“Look at me gorgeous.” he said, voice sharp.
She struggled to hold his gaze. The waves of pleasure his devotion sent clouded her mind, making it barely possible for her to speak.
“P-please. Can I cum?” she said, her eyes tearfully pleading with him.
Her begging almost made him cum on the spot. He could feel his dick throb at the sounds of her pleas, unable to hold himself back any further.
“Fuck! Cum for me, gorgeous.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Her core tightened. Pure ecstasy coursed through every one of her nerve endings, as her nails dug into his biceps in an effort to keep herself grounded.
Minho’s own orgasm hit him harder than the pavement after five whiskey sours. He worked them through their highs, pumping himself into her, milking himself of every last drop.
She sighed, seemingly satisfied as his body fell, exhausted to lay on top of her. She soothingly dragged her nails over the skin on his arms and back as he rested his face in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent as they laid in the post orgasmic bliss for what seemed to be an eternity.
“I missed you.” she finally spoke.
His eyes snapped open. He could feel the embarrassment hitting him as the memory of his avoidance hit him. Not that he'd ever admit as much. He squeezed her tight before getting up.
“Why don't you take a shower while I make some food.”
He grabbed the new set of clothes he had put out earlier before stepping outside to make his way to the kitchen, making sure to kiss her cheek on his way out. She giggled as she followed him with her eyes.
“He’s such a fucking tsundere.” she thought to herself, amused.
***
He felt his t-shirt dampen from her freshly washed hair as she embraced him from behind. The scent of his body wash on her, providing a satisfactory feeling in his chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen as he stirred the eggs in the pan in front of him. He put his hand on hers, stroking her thumb lovingly with his own.
“You want to stay the night?” he asked, tone soft.
“I could stay for life.”
He turned around to look at her, ears red, heart pounding in his chest. She looked at him, her bright smile almost as pretty as her eyes. Minho felt the warmth from his ears spread to his cheeks. Before she could notice, he turned his attention back to the stove, making himself look busy by over-stirring the eggs.
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
She giggled before she threw her arms around him again.
“You love me~” she teased.
“Yeah… I do.”
***
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Synopsis:
Minho had everything under control. At least, that's what he liked to portray to those around him. But she saw through it, leaving him with no other choice but to get away from her. The question is, will he be able to resist his urges enough to stay away?
Pairing: Dom!Minho x Fem!Reader
Genre: Porn w/o plot, angst
Word count: 3.7k
Angst. Semi-established relationship. Mutual pining. Porn without plot. Light BDSM. D/S dynamics. Orgasm control. Edging. Fingering (female receiving). Oral (female receiving). Penetration. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap). Breath play. Corruption kink. Nicknames like "goddess," "gorgeous," "baby/ babe" & "good girl." Slight degradation. Praise kink. Healthy communication. Aftercare. Third person POV.
A/n: I'm not a native english speaker and I spell like a rake so grammatical errors and spelling errors are bound to be found.
Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ only.
This is an original work. Do not repost, re-upload or otherwise redistribute.
Minho took a deep breath, letting the bitter-sweet scent of the freshly brewed coffee overflow his senses as he brought the cup closer to his face. His muscles relaxed as he released his breath. The late summer breeze provided a feeling of familiarity and comfort as it seeped through the fabric of his white shirt, clinging to his shape. The warm rays of the afternoon sun gently hugged the skin on his arms.
He despised days like this one. Days that should be relaxing. Days he had set aside to allow himself some peace of mind, to free himself of everyday stress and obligations. Instead, he found himself lost in the sounds in his mind. The overwhelming onslaught of thoughts clouding his senses. Tightly squeezing his chest like a hydraulic press.
His heart ached longingly at the thought of her. Her image, breathtaking and pure, stuck in the back of his mind. She had been the first person to see him for who he truly was. The first to acknowledge his flaws, while still embracing the entirety of his being with the tender touch of a fated lover. Her affection was kind, profound and it downright terrified him. Never before had he felt such a strong connection to another. Nevertheless, her attachment often proved too much for him to handle. Before, he had always managed to come back to his senses, but this time was different. He had promised himself to stay away. Drained by the confusing emotions the outside had brought, he had confined himself to his apartment.
He didn’t need her, not really. He kept repeating the words over and over in his mind. The security she offered was something he could only ever hope to receive long term, after all.
He took another sip from his cup, letting his body melt into the cushiony pillows of his outdoor lounge chair. His attempt to drown out the ringing in his ears proved futile, leading him to concentrate on the velvety fabric beneath him instead.
< Bzzt >
The sudden buzz of his phone jolted him out of his new-found comfort. He took a breath through gritted teeth as he swiped down on his phone screen to read the notification.
[ Missed call: You have 8 missed call(s) from “Goddess.” ]
[ Voicemail: You have 1 missed voicemail(s). ]
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, bitterness clinging to his voice like the strongest glue.
He prepared himself as best he could. Steadying his nerves before pressing on the notification. All sounds were nearly drowned out by the loud thumping of his pulse in his ears.
“Do not falter, Minho” he reminded himself.
“Baby? Are you okay? Don’t just shut me out like this. Talk to me. Please? Can't we just talk this out?”
Her words clear as day through the speaker of his phone. The sound of her voice… just as angelic as he remembered.
He desired nothing more than to hold her in his arms. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to return her calls, to make it right. But his fear still overpowered him. The risk of hurting her was too great. What if his desires would some day come to hurt her? He couldn't risk it, even though she was willing.
She had told him multiple times that she could handle it. That she desired nothing more than to be owned by him, used by him. Have him in ways no one ever had before. She trusted him fully, and he trusted her. But what if that wasn’t enough? He didn’t want to figure it out. He needed to cool off, distract himself before his mind became clouded with nothing but impure thoughts of her.
Turning off the icy-water, Minho felt somewhat relieved for the first time in days. He had hidden himself away in his apartment for a week trying to avoid her. He had spent countless sleepless nights staring at her contact in his phone; resisting the urge to call her. They had gone from calling, texting and meeting each other every day for weeks, just for him to cut all communication as soon as he started feeling that nagging feeling of familiarity.
Ever the pleasure seeker, the circumstances under which he had met her was no exception. They met each other on a night out. Him out with his boys, her with her girls when their eyes met across the dancefloor. Inebriated lust washed over them faster than the rush of illicit substances as soon as his gaze fell on her. One influenced night of adult fun, resulting in a steady situationship. He supposed the salacious want he felt for her was just that, a mere chemical reaction. A simple biological process…strong enough to awaken the darkest of fantasies. Of course, no one would blame him for it. Not if they had felt the spread of fiery intoxication her big, pleading eyes ignited in his veins whenever she looked at him. In fact, they would grant him a standing ovation for his level of self-restraint, he was sure.
She knew how to awaken the demon in him … without him ever having to share any of his earthly desires with her. He reckoned the only logical explanation was for her to have been an ancient goddess sent to earth specifically for him. She was made for him; of that he was certain. He wanted to make her happy, protect her from evil, and become a better man for her. Alas, his deep desire to covet her was greater. He needed to claim her, mark her as his own. He craved the corruption of her purity, to make her obsessed with him to the point of others shying away. The mere thought of someone attempting to lay hands on the person he considered to be his most sacred treasure turned his thoughts murderous. He shook himself back to reality.
He carefully wrapped his towel around his waist, strands of silver still dripping down the frame of his face as he mindlessly stepped into his kitchen to pour himself a glass of golden stress-relief. He grabbed a lowball from the cabinet above him, carefully placing two large cubes of ice in the glass before pouring a double of usquebaugh over them. Minho felt a comforting warmth spread across his chest as he swallowed the first sip of his drink. Smooth notes of white chocolate and roasted coffee beans lingering on his palate. The sound of faint knocking brought him back to reality.
The door to his apartment opened with a soft click, revealing a half naked Minho to…her, whiskey glass in hand. Her cheeks turning rose at the unexpected state of him. Droplets of crystal left wet trails from the nape of his neck down to his protruding abs, his honey skin prickling at the cold outside his loft. His face, just as surprised as hers.
They stood frozen, taking in each other’s form for a minute before she finally broke out of her trance.
“I've been trying to reach you.” she spoke softly, voice low as if trying to not scare him away.
“I've been busy.” he deadpanned.
A lie. They both knew it. Minho looked at the drink in his hands, her eyes following his gaze as he swirled the liquid in his glass.
“Look at me, Minho.”
He shut his eyes, forehead wrinkling with annoyance. He wished for her to disappear. Her presence was unbearable. He hated when she spoke softly to him, hated the way it comforted him. Hated how much it made him want to lean on her, depend on her. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He swore he would never depend on another again. Not after the pain he had been through.
His life had been a series of burned bridges and betrayals, making him promise himself to never venture into something deeper than the physical connection of two bodies. But she was different. She saw him. She gave him the hope he thought he had given up on years ago.
“I said, look at me.”
Her voice was firm. Caring. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears getting louder. If he did not close the door now, he would not be able to resist her. Her voice was starting to draw him in, he could feel it. Desire slowly started to cloud his senses. His entire body screamed for him to kiss her, hold her close, and steal her away from the world. He wouldn't. He couldn’t.
“Go home, gorgeous. Let’s talk another time.”
It took everything he had to reject her, to send her back from whence she came. But he was running out of time, and he had to make her leave while he still had some semblance of control over himself.
With determined eyes, she took a step closer. This prompted Minho to let go of the door as he stumbled to keep the distance between them. The door shut closely behind her as soon as she set foot into his apartment.
“I know why you’ve been hiding from me” she finally spoke.
“I haven’t been hiding from you. I’ve been-”
“Busy? Yeah, you keep saying that and yet you always read my texts as soon as I send them, but never reply to me.”
Minho stared in amazement, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out how she had known. All those nights he had spent reading her messages, fighting his inner demons to not respond when she called out for him.
“How the hell would you know?”
She let out a deep, exasperated sigh, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself.
“You have your message read receipts on, babe…”
Minho stared at her dumbfounded. Amazed that even he could stoop to such a high level of pure stupidity. He managed to pull himself together, trying his best to sound unbothered.
“So? I’m not allowed to read the texts of the girl I’m fucking now?” he said, trying to sound nonchalant while a smirk began to creep up the corner of his mouth.
“Not if you’re not going to have the decency to answer her back.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her tone was decisive, almost intimidating. He knew better than to fight her head-on. It always ended with him on his knees anyway, so instead he opted for the only out he could think of. Minho scoffed and downed the last of his drink before turning to top it up.
He walked straight to the kitchen counter and the uncorked bottle, immediately grabbing it to pour himself another drink. He made sure to take a swig straight from the bottle to summon some strength while he was at it. He had been down this road before. Once she stepped foot inside his flat, he would not be able to resist her. He needed the extra liquid courage. Maybe he could drink himself into a blackout before she came too close again.
“Minho…” she said as she leaned against the kitchen door, concern apparent in her tone. Her feign affection prodigious. He could not stand another second of her suffocating questioning.
He turned around to face the sink. Too afraid to say something he would regret, instead opting for another sip of the liquid in his hands.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt arms enveloping him, the warmth of her cheek against his back. The force of that nagging familiar feeling made itself known once again. His chest tightened. His heart rate elevated as the grip on the glass in his hands loosened at the flowery scent of her perfume. She held him tight.
“Is it really that hard to just say it?”
“Say what?” Minho felt his patience wearing thin.
“Fine… I’ll say it then you emotionally constipated dork.”
She let out a hushed sigh, hands freeing Minho of her hold. He turned to look at her, something akin to childish bitterness lacing his features. His eyes softened upon meeting her gaze. She took his hands in hers, rubbing slow, calming circles onto his skin as she spoke.
“Minho… It’s okay for you to love me.”
Time stopped. Minho could have sworn he was hallucinating.
“What?”
“It’s okay for you to love me. You really think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying I love you too, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it yourself.”
“I don-”
She put her finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up before his brain could even register the motion. Minho snapped. Unadulterated lust overpowering his senses as he let himself feel the depth of his emotions for the first time in years. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. He wanted her. Needed her. Wanted to make up for the time they had lost while not talking.
His lips crashed onto hers, his hand sliding its way up the back of her head grabbing the roots of her hair. He forced her head back, deepening the kiss, while the other hand kept the tight grip around her waist. Using the weight of his body, he pushed her to the bedroom. Not once letting her break the kiss.
He pressed a hand to her chest, pushing her onto the bed, his body followed closely behind hers. A surprised gasp left her lips as he trapped her with his frame. He scanned the features of her face, looking for any potential sign of hesitancy. She reached her hand up to his face, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
“I want this, Minho. I want you.”
She held his face in her hands as she spoke, pulling him into a reassuring kiss. His hand traveled down her body, her skin left burning in the wake of his touch. She pressed herself up against him as he grabbed the back of her thigh, wrapping her leg around him. He needed her closer. Wanted for them to melt into each other so that nothing would ever separate them again. His hand slid up her back. She arched into him as he unbuckled her bra with the flick of his fingers.
He pressed his thigh against her. Her core throbbing at the friction he created. His lips teased her neck, gently kissing his way down to her chest. He stiffened her nipple with his wet tongue, drawing circles around it. He teasingly bit it as he let his hand fall between them.
Her hands intertwined with his hair as Minho palmed her, adding that delicious pressure to her clit once more before helping her out of her jeans. Using his digits, he teased her wet folds, gently prodding her entrance.
“M-Minho…” she moaned, as her temperature rose.
He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. Those big, pleading eyes that drove him absolutely fucking insane with desire. He knew what she wanted of him, what she needed. But it didn't matter. He wanted her to say it, wanted her to beg for it. After all, she always was the prettiest when she whined for more.
“Come on, use your big girl words. Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”
“I w-want you inside.” she confessed, cheeks flushing at his careful devotion.
“Oh? Lost our manners, have we?”
His voice dropped a couple of notes, the mocking in his tone apparent as he spoke.
“I'm sorry. P-please, make me feel good. I want you to t-tease my g-spot with your fingers.”
Each carefully planned roll of his digits through her folds made her shiver. Her need to feel him inside her, growing with each stroke. She could feel her body burning.
“Good girl.” he said with that familiar smirk plastered on his face, a subtle scoff escaping as he spoke.
He kissed her passionately while letting his fingers penetrate her wet heat. He let out a moan as her velvety walls contracted around him. He found her sweet spot almost instantly. He knew her body well after all.
“F-fuck!” she gasped breathlessly as he began to put pressure on the velvety spot inside her. The long, aggravatingly slow strokes to her sensitive area, clouding her mind.
She rocked her hips to his rhythm, chasing her high. He propped himself up on his elbow, leaving her lips with the feeling of emptiness.
“How much?” he asked.
Presumably a somewhat weird question, had it not been asked between the two of them. She knew exactly what he meant. He was gauging her tolerance, seeing how far he could push without breaking her. She loved that about him. The way he made sure to communicate with her, check in on her even during the most sinful of moments.
“Easy.”
He gave a slight nod as he removed himself from her, leaving her soaked core feeling empty and needy. He slid down to her middle, carefully placing his head between her voluptuous thighs. He blew gently on her exposed clit, sending shivers down her spine.
“You tease me too much, babe.” she said, her voice breathless and shaky.
“Don't act like you don't love it. You know just as well as I do my pretty slut absolutely loves getting her pretty little clit teased.”
She moaned. His words, the mixture of degradation and praise, made her clench around nothing. He closed his lips around her sensitive knob. Her hands gripped at the roots of his hair as he swirled his tongue against her. She felt that familiar knot forming in her stomach, threatening to become undone for him at any moment.
Her muscles tightened as he picked up his speed, soft kitten licks pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He put his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place, preventing her from escaping the pleasure.
“F-fuck, Minho! I'm gonna-”
“No, you're not.”
He sat back up, watching as her high slowly faded.
“W-why?” She stammered, frustrated; her legs still left trembling with excitement.
“Manners, remember?”
She whined. The torment, a delicious mix of sweet and sour.
“You're so fucking mean.”
He helped her to her hands and knees, a satisfied smirk mantled to his lips as he let a firm hand push her head into the fluffy pillow. She arched her back for him, giving him full access to her once more.
“I know, gorgeous. I’m sorry.” he said, tone cold and condescending as he pushed his length inside her.
He set a steady pace, his hand sneaking down to rub teasing circles onto her clit, his length hitting that blissful spot inside her. He pulled her up, body pressed flush against him, his hand grabbing her neck. He squeezed her throat firmly, adding just enough pressure to release that lofty sensation that made her legs weak. His hips picked up speed as he let his teeth sink into the nape of her neck, his own orgasm looming.
“Min-Minho, I'm c-close.” she managed, between heavy breaths.
“Not yet. I want to see that pretty face of yours when you cum.”
He turned her around to lay down on her back. Guiding her legs onto his shoulders, he snapped his hips repeatedly, the new angle allowing him deeper inside her. His silver strands damp and messy above her, his muscles tightening with each thrust.
“Holy fuck-”
“Look at me gorgeous.” he said, voice sharp.
She struggled to hold his gaze. The waves of pleasure his devotion sent clouded her mind, making it barely possible for her to speak.
“P-please. Can I cum?” she said, her eyes tearfully pleading with him.
Her begging almost made him cum on the spot. He could feel his dick throb at the sounds of her pleas, unable to hold himself back any further.
“Fuck! Cum for me, gorgeous.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Her core tightened. Pure ecstasy coursed through every one of her nerve endings, as her nails dug into his biceps in an effort to keep herself grounded.
Minho’s own orgasm hit him harder than the pavement after five whiskey sours. He worked them through their highs, pumping himself into her, milking himself of every last drop.
She sighed, seemingly satisfied as his body fell, exhausted to lay on top of her. She soothingly dragged her nails over the skin on his arms and back as he rested his face in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent as they laid in the post orgasmic bliss for what seemed to be an eternity.
“I missed you.” she finally spoke.
His eyes snapped open. He could feel the embarrassment hitting him as the memory of his avoidance hit him. Not that he'd ever admit as much. He squeezed her tight before getting up.
“Why don't you take a shower while I make some food.”
He grabbed the new set of clothes he had put out earlier before stepping outside to make his way to the kitchen, making sure to kiss her cheek on his way out. She giggled as she followed him with her eyes.
“He’s such a fucking tsundere.” she thought to herself, amused.
***
He felt his t-shirt dampen from her freshly washed hair as she embraced him from behind. The scent of his body wash on her, providing a satisfactory feeling in his chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen as he stirred the eggs in the pan in front of him. He put his hand on hers, stroking her thumb lovingly with his own.
“You want to stay the night?” he asked, tone soft.
“I could stay for life.”
He turned around to look at her, ears red, heart pounding in his chest. She looked at him, her bright smile almost as pretty as her eyes. Minho felt the warmth from his ears spread to his cheeks. Before she could notice, he turned his attention back to the stove, making himself look busy by over-stirring the eggs.
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
She giggled before she threw her arms around him again.
“You love me~” she teased.
“Yeah… I do.”
***
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After getting stuck trying make your assignment deadline, you find your life taking a quick turn for the pleasurable when you meet a stunning blonde who seems to be just the thing you needed to reignite your creativity.
Pairing: Dom!Femreader x Sub!Felix
Genre: Porn w/o plot, smut
Word count: 3.2k
College AU. Porn without plot. Lust at first sight. Strangers to lovers. Jeongin makes a cameo in the beginning as MC's best friend. Pleasure-dom reader. Submissive Felix. Mommy kink (Felix calls reader "mommy" once). Slight dacryphilia. Light orgasm denial. Reader uses nicknames like "good boy, kitten". Body worship. Blowjob (Male receiving). Corruption kink. Exhibitionism (sex in public). Y/N POV.
A/n: This is my first time writing a fic so be as brutal as you wish. Also, I'm not a native english speaker and I spell like a rake so grammatical errors and spelling errors are bound to be found. You have been warned. Enjoy!
Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ only.
This is an original work. Do not repost, re-upload or otherwise redistribute.
"Thank you for cheering me up today. I honestly don't know what I would do without you."
You took an elongated sip from your americano, sighing in delight as you felt the icy liquid pass your tongue, temporarily relieving you from the blistering summer heat.
"You didn't leave me much of a choice now, did you?" Jeongin said as a playful smirk creeped up the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, Yeah?" You looked up with a raised eyebrow, taking a small break from the date with your iced americano.
"We both know you could never say 'no' to me." You flickered your eyebrows in a playful display of challenge, a satisfactory smile taking form on your plump lips.
Sighing in defeat, Jeongin leaned back into the soft leather cushions of the Cafe chair. Followed by a soft chuckle as he said,
"Yeah well, you got me there I guess. So how's the paper coming along?" Concern in his voice apparent, albeit unnecessary.
You knew he was referring to this semester's paper. And even though it started off as a fun and easy assignment, you had now hit the dreaded fictional wall. Apparently any topic could get you feeling bored and filled with anxiety, given lack of creativity.
A small bump in the road, you were sure. The typical cycle of creative progress. For inspiration surely is lucrative albeit a fleeting thing, and you suppose you would have to simply wait, until creativity decided to grace your mind with its presence once again.
Insert Jeongin and your eager request to meet him for coffee. You were best friends and had been since the second week of college. You had been late, as you usually were, running across campus with hurried steps in futile hopes of getting to the lecture hall before your professor.
That same morning, however, your sleep ridden brain failed to remember how to tie your shoelaces. Instead opting for the much faster approach of simply tucking said laces into the sides, between your shoe and your feet. Resulting in the typical sitcom fall-over-your-own-feet plot, successfully yeeting your body towards the ground at a horrifying speed.
Standing just a few feet away observing the borderline comical fall, Jeongin hurried over to you and asked if you were okay.
A quick visit to the nurses office, thanks to repeatedly insisting on Jeongin's part, you found yourself earning a sprained wrist along with your first college friend.
"Y/N?" Jeongin asked with slight concern.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, I must've spaced out for a second. What was the question again?" You asked as you shook your head, slowly blinking your eyes, trying to snap back to reality.
"You seem stressed, are you okay?" He said as he leaned forward, taking your hands in his own.
"Nah, it's not as bad as it might appear. I think I just need to blow off some steam, you know?" You gave his hands a reassuring squeeze, thankful for his genuine concern.
"Some steam, ey?" Mischievous smile returning to his lips along with a playful eyebrow raise.
"Oh come on, you know what I mean. I just need to have a night out with friends or something." You said, shaking off Jeongin's suggestive sarcasm.
Although you would have lied if you would have said that the thought of a steamy night with a stranger did not intrigue you.
To be completely honest with yourself, the thought alone made you clench around nothing. But where would you even find someone? On campus? Not a fucking chance.
***
With a huge smile on your lips, you waved goodbye to your friend, feeling somewhat relieved for the first time in a hot minute.
You took a deep breath, letting the scent of greenery and sunshine envelope your senses. You could feel your muscles slowly relaxing as you stretched your body, arms high above your head.
With a newly given optimism and drive, courtesy of your bff, you decided to take the opportunity to go to the campus library, in hopes of finding some additional inspiration for your paper.
Walking with slow, unhurried steps you went through the campus park, taking in the scenery around you, coming to a stop before the fountain placed in the center of the grounds.
You had always liked this fountain and the majestic water display it provided.
Taking a few minutes to admire the way the water elegantly sprayed from the unpolished steel structure. Your mood brightened by the way the droplets formed an array of colors in the sunlight, gleefully watching as they bounced playfully against the wet surface and reconnected with the marbled pool at the base.
Indeed, the soothing sound of water hitting the wet surface was your favorite. Surely nothing could be more relaxing than this.
Closing your eyes, you let the world disappear into the background as time seemingly came to a halt around you.
Ah, piece of mind...
You exhaled a deep breath with the feeling of an oncoming gentle, warm summer breeze.
The presence of another soul beside you, made you quickly snap back to reality however, effectively bursting the ethereal bubble you created with a loud 'pop'.
A hint of annoyance crossed your features, as you slowly cracked an eye open to see the person responsible.
Your annoyance was quickly replaced by sheer astonishment followed by a hushed gasp as your eyes took in the creature standing beside you. If you did not know any better, you would have sworn you were looking at an angel. He was long, muscular in built with broad shoulders and long, blond traces elegantly falling along his sharp jawline. Beautiful, wooden eyes and a galaxy of freckles displayed across rose tinted cheeks. He was staring ahead, at the fountain no doubt, seemingly oblivious to your less than stellar reaction to his visuals.
You forced yourself out of your trance. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by your blatant display of lack of self-control. You absent-mindedly looked at your watch trying to, unsuccessfully, appear unaffected by the stunning stranger.
"Shit!"
Your sudden exclamation startles the poor boy beside you, making his eyes follow you in confused horror as you took off sprinting towards the library, remembering your upcoming assignment deadline.
***
Time sure flies fast when you are looking at a whole God damn meal. Unfortunately time moves slower than a fucking snail when you are doing an assignment you do not have even the 10th of as much of an interest doing.
With the deadline for your paper being only a couple of weeks away, you felt the pressure of adulthood on you. With a sigh, you closed yet another book you found failed to provide you with the information you needed. Pushing back your chair, you got up to start the umpteenth round of browsing the many sections of the library.
You walked towards the deepest end of the library, the part reserved for professors who once or twice a year came to refresh their memory of some long forgotten trivia or, the occasional horny campus couple looking to spice up their sexual endeavors. You suppose it was the perfect place for privacy, given the lack of sunlight as well as the lack of efficient lighting of space. Leaving visitors with less than pleasant experience, at least if you were actually looking for something.
You went from hardback to hardback, squinting your eyes trying to decipher the titles, looking for that one book Jeongin said "will definitely help you".
Trolleys with books crammed the aisle, no doubt to the fault of the newly appointed campus librarian who always seemed to be more interested in hitting on whatever cute girl walked past, instead of actually doing his job. You made a mental note to remind him of his duties at a later time.
Without much attention spared to the snug space that surrounded you, you found yourself coming to a sudden halt as your face connected with something halfway through the giant bookshelf.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you" You said reflexively as you lifted your gaze to meet the person in front of you.
"No worries, mate" the deep voiced, blonde stranger replied, flashing an innocent smile that might as well have blinded you.
You instantly recognized him, and of course anyone would. The beauty of this man was unforgettable, to say the least. You were a bit taken aback by his deep voice, the depth of it unexpected, given his angelic face.
You gave a polite nod his way and he smiled as he returned to reading the book in his hands.
Not wanting to disturb his reading session, you quietly moved to get past him, to continue your search. The small passageway and seemingly endlessly littered books and trolleys making your efforts damn near impossible.
"I'm sorry to bother you again, but I really need to get to the other side" you flashed an apologetic smile while pointing past the blonde with your finger as if the reason for you needing to get past him was not blithely clear already.
He followed the gesture of your hand, and quickly answered.
"Oh, Yeah. Of course, go ahead. Miss...?"
"Y/N." You quickly finished his sentence. "And you are..?"
"I'm Felix, nice to meet you Y/N." he smiled as he turned, pressing his body as tightly as he could against one of the bookshelves, signaling with his hands for you to go past him.
"Thank you." You said gratefully, adding a small head-bow. As you took a step closer, you angled your body, making pulling it flush against his, thinking it to be the lesser of two evils.
Your bodies painfully flushed together as you tried to wiggle your way past him and the unfortunately placed trolly, that for whatever reason seemed to be welded to the floor. His hands moved to hold the sides of your t-shirt in an attempt to help stabilize your steps.
His cologne engulfed your senses with the close proximity, making you clench around nothing as you could feel wetness starting to form between your legs as your body unconsciously moved an inch closer to the man in front of you.
You dared a glance at him, pleasantly surprised at the sight you were met with.
Felix's cheeks had flushed a pink hue, eyes closed in an apparent attempt at self-restraint, lower lip caught between his teeth.
Cute...
Your body moved as if on cue, your mind not even registering your movements before your hands made contact with the flushed blonde before you, tracing feather light, experimental touches across the sides of his torso, gliding up to settle on the pecks of his chest. His grip on your shirt tightened as a barely audible whimper escaped his lips.
The delighted smirk on your face met by his surprised one. Seemingly unable to register the sound that had previously escaped him.
"I- I'm Sorry..." he cleared his throat, embarrassed eyes turning away as his small voice trailed off mid-sentence.
Perfect...
A wicked smile on your lips, you leaned into his ear and whispered,
"That's one hell of a delicious sound you got there, Kitten" you leaned back to look at him as his eyes snapped back to meet yours, unsure if he had heard you right.
Your lustful eyes made him swallow thickly. You felt his cock twitch against your core and the color of his cheeks turned from pink to a deep crimson, spreading all the way to his ears. You licked your lips. His breath hitching in anticipation as you moved to close the distance between you.
You raised your hands to cup his burning cheeks, trapping him in a passionate kiss, taking away whatever little resolve he had as he melted into your touch.
One hand taking a firm grip of the roots of his hair, gently pulling him back, deepening the kiss, the other tracing down his chest, past his chiseled abs, stopping at the apparent bulge to stroke some much needed relief over his strained core. The sound of wet kisses and whimpers filling the tight space between bookshelves.
You broke the kiss to give room for a much needed oxygen boost. Your lungs desperately deprived of air, and by the looks of it, you were not the only one. Felix was panting helplessly, pleading eyes begging you not to stop.
"Tell me what you want" voice hushed and sultry, devilish eyes meeting his hooded ones. Felix broke eye contact, seemingly embarrassed of the thought of voicing his desires. You pressed your chest to his, your warm breath making him shutter as it fanned over the shell of his ear.
"Use your words Kitten, and I'll make you feel real good, yeah?"
Moving slowly downward, you let your tongue taste his neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses along his collarbone.
You unbuttoned his pants, letting your hand slip inside the leathery material. Teasingly stroking his length as you coaxed the boy to speak.
"I want to... ah... t-touch you." he finally mustered between staggered breaths. His husky, submissive tone sent a shot of electricity straight to your core, making your cunt throb.
"If you want to touch me, you'll have to
earn it, Kitten." Crouching down to your knees, you placed your hands on the back of his thighs. Stroking reassuring circles with your thumbs before teasing digits followed the outline of his clothed muscles, stopping by the hem of his pants.
You swiftly removed the piece of clothing, freeing his cock with a slight bounce and left the fabric to pool around his ankles.
His breath clung to his lungs, turning into a relieved moan as he felt you wrap your hand around his base, gently gripping him. His muscles tensed beneath your hand as you applied a bit more pressure. You kept eye contact with him as you reached out to taste his twitching cock. Going base to tip in one painfully slow drag with your hot, wet tongue, you eventually shut your eyes. A satisfied hum escaped your throat as the salty precum connected with your taste buds.
As you opened your eyes to reap the fruits of your labor, you felt his member twitch expectantly in your hands as your eyes met. Hooded eyes filled with lustful anticipation, his body trembled with your every touch in the most delicious display of sinful submission.
Oh, what a delectable scene to behold.
You moved to grip the hem of his shirt pulling it upwards, exposing his sculpture abs with it. You took your time admiring the way his honey glossed skin prickled as you applied feather light kisses to them. He really must have been hand crafted by Venus herself. His waist was slim, shoulder wide. He was not just pretty, he was gorgeous. You had to mentally slap yourself to keep yourself focused.
"Here Kitten, be a good boy and hold this in your mouth for me." Felix wasted no time following your command, his hand trembled as he reached to take the fabric out of your way.
"Words Kitten..." you commanded, voice low and hushed.
"Y-yes, Mommy" he breathlessly stifled out as he placed the fabric between his teeth.
The sudden impromptu nickname surprised you.
It was an unexpected answer to say the least, albeit not entirely unwelcome. You would not have guessed he had it in him based on your first impression of him, but then again, you would not have guessed him to be this submissive either, so you supposed you should not be so taken aback by it. You should never judge a book by its cover after all.
You scuffed. A subtle pleased smirk gracing your features before responding to his enthusiasm with a faint,
"Good boy."
You wrapped your plump lips around his length, slowly lowering yourself over him, swirling your tongue around the tip as you went down.
You moved your hand to cup his balls, gently playing with them before you started to apply gentle pressure, stroking the underside of his length.
"I-I can't... ah... so.. so good!" Subtle beads of pleasure starting to form at the corners of his eyes.
Felix leaned his head back against the heavy bookshelf as his hands gently fell to the top of your head, his fingers intertwining with the strands of your hair. He offered no pressure, no aim to guide your movements. His shaky hands only set out to find a place of rest in a desperate attempt to ground himself. His hips squirmed helplessly with the building pleasure of the tortuous assault of your mouth to his core.
You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a noticeable 'pop' and Felix looked like he was ready to do the same. His hands were trembling as he desperately tried to hold on to what little sanity he had left.
"No cumming now, Kitten. You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" Your hands continued to teasingly stroke his cock as you spoke, making it difficult for the poor boy to form a coherent answer.
"I-... ah.. I can't..." gentle tears blurred his vision. He could feel the unsought of his release creeping menacingly close, as he struggled to get away from your touch, not wanting the pleasure to end.
You quickly released your grip of him and watched him whimper as the sudden inaction chased his high away. His chest heaved with want, its color matching the flush of his pretty star sprinkled cheeks as he tried to break through the fog of unadulterated bliss.
"P-please.." Felix managed to let out between sobs, voice small and pleading. Bringing your tongue back to the tip of his cock, you teased him with small, wet Kitten licks before taking the length of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head in a hurried fashion, feeling his soft head bouncing off the back of your throat.
Felix moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, making the shirt fall from his mouth. He quickly replaced it with his fist in a desperate, albeit futile, attempt to hold back screams while the other gripped his shirt anew, unable to handle the pleasure your mouth conditioned him with.
His beautiful moans and hitched breaths spurring you on as you quickened your ministries. You could feel the wetness dripping from your neglected sex, unable to deny the effects his pleas had on you.
"Cum for me Kitten" you said breathlessly, before returning to suck on his length with newly found determination.
That was seemingly all the permission Felix needed, making his walls of fragile attempt to restrain come crashing down before your very eyes. Cumming with the most deliciously sinful broken moans you had ever heard.
His orgasm sent electricity flowing through every nerve, muscles flexing and relaxing by their own accord as pearls of sweat dripped from his temples, down to his chiseled pecs. White flashes of hot bliss washing over him in waves. Cock twitching violently, coating your mouth with stripes of warm, delectable release.
You sucked him through his high, making sure to milk every last drop of his essence before swallowing, unwilling to let any of his delicious nectar go to waste.
You stood from your kneeling position, legs a tad shaky from the tiring position and carpeted concrete. You used your thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, before licking it clean.
Felix looked at your suggestive move, lingering chock and exhaustion from his intensive release, apparent on his stunning features.
He looked like he was going to cum again, cock unrelentingly hard, twitching as a result of your blatant display of insatiable lust.
"Thanks for the meal, Kitten." You winked before leaving to get your things.
What the fuck did I just do?
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