His Neon Goddess

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"I think you'd enjoy being mine."

I was used to smooth talkers, having to deal with Kuroo and Terushima on a daily basis. Men were constantly at my heel with quick lines and flattery. Usually, I would brush it aside. I didn't have much use for the male species, or anyone for that matter. Men 9 times out of 10 could never actually satisfy me, so I had stopped looking for their company. I never let myself date because I couldn't bring myself to not be in control of my situation. The only social life I had was the one I kept at work with my clients and colleagues. I was an introvert at heart, and preferred the peace and solace of my studio. The boy wasn't wrong, however, when he said I was the type that didn't know how to slow down. Even though I preferred my privacy, I rarely slept. 4 hours were usually enough for me.

But I would be lying if I said I wouldn't be willing to sacrifice all 4 of those hours if it meant I could feel the way I did last night again.

I woke up naturally the next morning, sun beaming through the giant windows of the apartment and lighting the entire space in a warm bask of brilliant colors. The first thing I noticed was that the stranger's presence was gone.

Could I even really call him a stranger though now? I pulled the sheets up to cover my bare chest, now littered in dark purple marks of passion. A small smile played on my lips. Well, I did have one thing I could call him.

---Flashback---

We were a clashing of tongues and teeth and limbs, fighting for dominance in a heated struggle as we tore the others clothes off in the bathroom. The dark haired male, having had enough of my disobedience, broke the kiss to grab my bare ass and hoist me up onto the counter. He was every bit as muscled as I had assumed, being able to lift and move me with ease. A strong hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off the blood flow and causing a haze around my peripherals. It was enough to send my eyes fluttering shut, hips rolling with the desire for some sort of friction. He edged me on the counter for what felt like hours, his fingers doing the lords work on my insides, but never letting me chase my high. I was on the verge of desperation, my claim as a dominant retracted.

"I've figured out what you can call me." He hummed the words out into my ear, his long ringed fingers teasing that soft spongy part of my insides that had me squirming, small mewls and pants coming from my frame. His thumb rolled lazily over my clit, enjoying every second of my torture. By this time my arousal had leaked down my legs, pooled on the countertop and around his fingers. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, wrists being held tight by his free hand as I was pushed against the mirror. I opened my eyes, clouded lust filled orbs staring back into mine, his face incredibly close. I licked my lower lip before catching it between my teeth, hearing a groan come from his throat. His fingers began working a faster pace, like he was finally going to let me release. "But I think you can figure it out, can't you princess."

For the first time in my adult life I wasn't in control of my situation. I felt myself coming closer and closer to climax, legs trembling weakly as the knot began to tighten in my stomach.

"Cum for me princess and let me hear it."

His mouth found its way to my neck, latching onto my sweet spot below my ear, nipping and suckling until I came on his fingers, every fiber of my being igniting under his touch. My body convulsed as I moaned out loudly for him.

"F-fuck. Daddy~!"

---Present---

I ran a hand through my messy waves, deciding to change the color tonight when I got home. Every muscle in my body felt deliciously sore. My core was aching and I was in desperate need for another shower. I quietly slipped from my bed and padded down the stairs headed for the bathroom.