AN: Inspired by Fantasy - Black Atlass
"Take off your pants," you turned to look at him with the object still in your hands. He cleared his throat and hesitantly went to his button. "Quicker," you growled. You were standing there naked, holding a pastel purple vibrator in your hands as if it were the most normal thing ever.
Your angry tone got him going, fingers moving at the speed of light to get the button and zipper unfastened. The fabric got stuck around his ankles which he awkwardly fell back onto his mattress to yank the rest of them off.
He then stayed on his bed, propped up on his elbows. For a moment you thought of how good he looked in just his underwear, boxers tented from his erection that was still going strong despite your momentary break from touching.You placed the vibrator on his nightstand next to his bed. As you did so, his low eyes watched your every move - like a hawk.
"I want these off, too," you stood in-between his legs and toyed with the waistband of his boxers. "But I want to do that part," you whispered in your own husky voice. His body shivered with the heat of your words as you fell to your knees in front of him. You had no idea what you were doing...just doing whatever logically came next in your brain.
You perched your palms on his bare thighs, lowering your head to his abdomen - his scent being this close nearly intoxicated you.
As his body trembled beneath you, you ran your warm tongue along his flesh - from the elastic of his boxers all the way up to his neck where you began nipping.
He already had marks from his earlier encounter, but you decided that you wanted to add to them.You pressed your tongue against his pulse to find the right spot and then added your teeth, pursing your lips to make sure to gather enough skin. With the meat of his neck bunched in your grip, you began sucking - hard. High-pitched whimpers bubbled from his lips which only fueled the heat between your legs.
You sucked until you were satisfied that the mark was permanent...and darker than the other woman's.Your body drifted back down between his legs, stopping at the waistband that still remained on his body. Using your teeth, you gripped the tight fabric and began pulling. Choso watched you carefully as if hypnotized by your power against him.
When the fabric was pulled low enough, his cock stood erect - slapping against his abdomen. You were stunned at first to find quite a set up piercings covering his shaft, a Jacob's Ladder. To cover his shame, his hands flew to his face, covering his eyes as a dumb grin plastered on his face."What are you smiling at?" You growled, quickly gripping his length with fury - fingers gripping around the metal bars. You squeezed hard enough to see the head flare and turn an angry shade of red.
"Hnng..." he moaned in response to your tight touch. "N-nothing..." he struggled to get out.
"Get your hands away from your face," you hissed, releasing him. He sighed in relief as you did so and removed his hands. His face was flushed pink instead of its usual pale tone.
You grabbed the vibrator from the night stand, asked where he kept the lube which he told you was in the drawer of the table. You quickly got it out and drenched the tool in the glossy liquid.
You then helped him prop a pillow under his lower back which gave you the perfect angle to play. You could almost see his heart thumping out of his chest as you placed the tip of it at his entrance, the vibration aspect still off.
You allowed the tip to just enter, his body jerking away from it for just a moment. As you pressed further, a shaky moan bellowed out of him."Hush," you demanded, reaching up briefly to shove a ball of his own sheets into his mouth. He made a muffled noise as you did so.
You returned to insertion, pushing the device as far as it could safely go. His body shook with every inch, deep set wrinkles forming on his forehead and veins popping from his neck. With it inserted, you pressed the button - the device buzzing to life.
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The Unknown
Fanfiction🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️ You were a well-behaved student, a senior at Tokyo University. You had seen him around campus and in other classes, but your economics class was the first where he sat next to you - the well-known bad boy with bad habits. Little did...